One Thousand Years
Genesage
"on Wings like Eagles"
(Chp 5:5)
The world was blanketed with clouds, but there was light.
It appeared at times as brighter and lesser but besides what Tom knew as the Sun somewhere behind the clouds there was light.
The cloud cover emanated with a gentle light. A soft suffused glow Tom had not seen before. Certainly in his madness as Tom flew with the angel Tom did not want to look up. He shivered at the memory of the last time he had seen the sky less air above him. Those who had said “if they could see God they would believe were wrong.
The whole world had seen God. As If a light were suddenly turned on Humanity, mankind saw God as He revealed himself and ran fro cover like cockroaches terrified at what they saw. No one saw Heaven revealed and did not fear. They hid underground and even the thought of it made one cower and fear to look up.
Tom started shaking uncontrollably.
It had been too much, it was too much. Even the insane needed some sanity.
That moment when all the blue sky, the stars and the very universe itself had rolled. The left stomach muscles convulsing as gravity was affected. And when the “sky” contorted and seemingly "scrolled" away like a sardine can being peeled off….it was too much back then and it was still too much now.
When what was once regarded as secure was removed, it was ok in Science Fiction, but reality if it changed on you left the brain scrambled. With no point of reference it was as if all the known laws of the universe were gone and nothing that was real, to men, mattered anymore. Man had found his place in Creation and it wasn’t where he thought he would be, or wanted to be, so he fled.
Like cockroaches, the Survivors flight was to caves, rocks, and any other object that would prevent them from looking up. Looking up and seeing God………… and not being able to die. No one who had seen that would ever be the same.
To see….he shuddered away from remembering.
Curiosity though couldn't stop the darting glances upward to see if there was a seam in the cloud. A hole in the heavens, a place where …., but no it was as though a veil had been put back over the " highest heavens". It was enough to hope that if the guy next to him was right in his dialogue then the universe was back in place till the millennium ended. Tom hoped that was true.
His shaking lessened with that thought. They seemed to be “arriving”.
From his elevation till he started going down with the angelic flying, the scene before him looked like a pile of used clothing at a goodwill store. Down below appeared a mass of bedraggled clothing shuffling around like used rags. All looked the same. A Mess.
Dirty, torn, some bloodied, some shredded, all filthy, as Tom was brought lower he saw the ‘mass’ was people stretching out as far as Tom could see. Which in his case was not really that far. Tom’s companion said they were “at Jerusalem” but you couldn’t tell by Tom, or any landmark He could see.
The mass of mayhem, in rags and dirt, reminded Tom of sackcloth and ashes. It looked about the same. Soot was obvious. Where that soot came from….Tom shivered. He did not want to know.
The people seemed to be stretched out as far as they eye could see and looked to be towards the Negev which once had been south but now was almost west. With the world upside down, well more like fallen over, it was hard to reason where anything lie anymore.
This was no gothic horror story as it was all fact. A reality that was in your face. Graven images of every nation, tribe, and tongue's horror was obvious. The people looked like mere zombies of what they should have been. “Night of the Living Dead” had only been a movie and yet this is what had become of all that was left of humanity.
Everyone here had seen the dead living and not able to die.
But this in some was worse.
Humanity in shambles, mankind in shame, the human race defeated.
Manifested Destiny written all over every witness there, and angels coming and going, the overwhelming mob mentality was one of complete and utter ruin. No hope, no heart, no feelings and certainly no love. All that Mankind aspired to was gone. There literally was nothing left for Human Beings.
In a perverse sort of way Tom felt elated.
The common plight made his sense of blame feel justified.
"See…See what you have done."
Tom giggled hysterically. Those with him silent. Tom saw the failure of man and was moved to satisfaction as though he were not also part in parcel with the dregs of humanity. He wanted to be it's judge and jury disclaiming in his mind any culpability.
Gloating in a hidden inward evil that warmed him; he thought how fitting; how just after; what he had been through.
How righteous for those to suffer after all he had endured.
It's only fair, he cried to himself.
It's only just, he consoled,
Let them have a taste of their own medicine.
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