《The way of the Prophet》Chapter 3 - Some serious shit is going on!
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The almighty creator of the world is standing right, in-front of me.
The one we humans have been worshiping, since the beginning of our civilization.
Each and every civilization had a different opinion about how God might look.
The Egyptians worshiped were demi-human; a head of an animal and body of a human.
The Greeks worshiped the planets.
The Aztecs worshiped the sun, the moon, and the forest.
The Hindus worshiped the statues.
The Islams worshiped figureless divine entity named Allah.
Etc.
But now the mastermind behind everything is standing right in front of me.
He has blue eyes and long beard, not shaved for ages. He's wearing pure white pajamas and a nightcap bought from a shopping mall, I guess.
I had no idea that God would look like this.
Well, it could have been worse.
The scientist of the modern age has claimed that God we worship was aliens roaming in the UFO's called Grey Aliens- Grey ugly looking people with a tiny body, large eyes, and large head.
I have seen those ugly things on the TV many times.
They looked like a crossbreed between a human and large-eyed lemur and I don't know why they are always shown naked. The scientists even say that they are the future race of humans and that's how we shall look in near future.
P.S.- Scientist can eat shit.
So this look is way better than that.
Shouldn’t I feel very blessed and a lucky person whose meeting with God?
Well, I had my share of bad luck for all my life, but again I feel dejected.
Only if he wasn’t a pervert...
I don’t know how the religious cult would react if the creator ever gave an audience. Their reaction after knowing his nature would be priceless.
“Well, this is very difficult to digest and I know how you feel, son. You might have lots of questions and doubts but we have to make haste because time is short.”, said the God while he gently caresses my head.
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“So what’s gonna happen now? Will I be resurrected or am I gonna continue to live like those cloud villagers?”, I asked with curiosity.
“Well, I have other plans for you, son. I know your past life was very miserable. I am here to fulfill your long awaited wish.”, said God with a gentle smile.
“What you talking about? What wish?”, I asked.
He ignored my question and turns towards the angels who were still bowing down and observing our conversation.
“Rhamiel and Darius, I thank you for escorting Little Frederick here. As for the future of Estayphus and its people, I have already decided to take the next step. So you guys should have no worries.” said God smilingly, ” Now, I would like to have a very crucial discussion with Little Frederick that would decide the fate of Estayphus. Now you guys can return to your post.”
Blondie stood up in panic,
“You can’t be serious My lord! Don’t tell me, this brat is the chosen one? Please, Lord, I would like you to reconsider!”.
I don’t have a clue what are they even talking about.
The black-haired angel stood up and also had a serious look, SCARY!
“My lord! Sorry for my ingression but a human soul from earth? Well, they were the one who disobeyed and ate the forbidden fruit from the garden of Eden. You stopped the construction of earth halfway as punishment, but they did not learn their lesson. They have grown very insolent and have started to quarrel with themselves, creating war and fighting like wild creatures. You turned a blind eye for long, now! I wanted you to destroy earth but your kindness has no bounds and you still let them continue to live. But now you are picking a human soul from earth? I would like you to reconsider as well, my lord.”, said the black-haired dude bowing his head and kneeling on the ground.
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The god has a sad look,
“I know they ate the forbidden fruit of knowledge and have turned greedy but there are kind people as well. They are not completely evil and this young soul will be the one to change the world into a better place. You people need to be little more forgiving. This human soul is the next mascot and THAT is my WILL.”
They didn’t argue any further.
Both angels left the room. They were restless but still heed the god’s command and left. Well, I don’t know what is going on, but some serious shit is going on, that's for sure.
Well, I assume that ancestors of my species did something to piss the gods, not surprising.
Well, I think God has an important thing to discuss with me. I don’t know why so hatred for the humans and what all about me being the chosen one and what is Estayphus?
The god walks to the balcony and looks upwards in the sky. He looked worried and stared the limitless sky as if seeking answers for his worries. Well a god also has a rough time, now that's news to me.
He then turns his head towards me,
“So let’s discuss, about your journey, my son.”, said god with a pleasant smile.
So God is not that bad as I imagined him to be.
Well so now my reason for existence will be answered.
I am a little bit nervous.
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