Purgatory

A take on 7 Minutes in Heaven.

Dedicated to the one I doubt I'll ever reconcile with. Would you like to share some time in Purgatory together before our next life?


Yes, this is yet another spin on 7 Minutes in Heaven. The difference is the focus and goal. The idea came to me in a feverish moment while reading a story where two characters played the game together, which led to me daydreaming(?) of the same, knowing myself and the other couldn't ever get past yelling at each other probably even if we tried.

Inspired by fiction, daydreams, too much tequila, cocaine, and the lingering, aching longing for emotional repair with a loved one.

Supplies:

The mechanism of change is simple. Each individual will hold two coins. By dropping a coin, the focus moves forward, ferrying you onward to the next element. If the floor is soft, cast them at the door instead of dropping them. You may choose to interrupt the segments as needed to skip forward, but not back, just as time flows. When all three are passed or skipped, Purgatory ends, and you may leave the closet.

First, drink. Be merry. Imbibe. Laugh, dance, blast loud music that makes your insides swell with joy over the reasons we continue to live and prosper in turmoil together amongst the dystopian ruins of our technocratic hell.

Second, read carefully and forget not. These rules are simple and each segment/element based upon the Tria Prima:

🜍 Sulfur:

πŸœ” Salt:

☿ Mercury:

Third, enter the closet together with the lights off. When all three segments/elements end or are skipped by the drop of a coin, the Purgatory ends. Remember, there is no time limit to each segment. This is your shared Purgatory, after all.

Fourth, return to drinking and libations. Live freely, remember your time on this earth is limited, albeit cyclical. Reason how you may with your delirium. Decide how it shall affect this life and carry to the next. Enjoy your night, for your life marches on until the coins are cast and you are ferried unto the next.


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