Brittle Fingers

Son of man, do you believe in the soul? Do you believe in the disparity between right and wrong, heaven and hell, good and evil?

I have a tale, about the end times of humanity. The end is a new beginning. The phoenix never dies, it is only reborn, but that which is scorched remains burnt.

So listen, for the end of humanity is as complex as the beginning. And as much as I hate to speak in paradoxes, continuity was dispelled like energy from our brains.

So here it begins. The end of humanity;

This story begins with a race called the Yaweins. Obviously the implication is that they are a godly figure, but they considered themselves far from that.

The first contact we made with them was in the year 2030. The Paris agreement, formulated to have reachable goals for global warming was disregarded entirely by most of those with the power to adhere to it. Oil, coal and fossil fuels still reigned by the year 2030 and the earth was getting hotter. By this time, Saharan Africa had become a scorched and deserted wasteland, and middle eastern countries were ravaged by war and famine. In many ways we had reached the apocalypse, as people started dying in higher numbers than we were born in. The climate of our earth was not going to begin changing, and the plastics in our ocean had reached even the frozen peaks and cliffs of Antartica. Humanity had reached their goal; to touch the ends of the earth. Maybe this was in the hopes of being remembered by whatever would come after us. Maybe it was in the chase of revenue and profit. Maybe it was a lack of compassion and beauty, beauty which survives past our bodies expiration. One truth remained: humanity was doomed.

And past the global catastrophe, at an individual level our souls were tormented. Whatever system we employed had left a minority with nothing to achieve, and the rest on a hamster wheel that wouldn’t ever stop. Beyond that was torture, terror, injustice, hate, wicked hearts controlling the majority and love delegated to human resources. It was a nightmare, and many people were asleep.

First contact was made when people were asleep. By about 1:45 EST most people had woken up and reported the same dream; that they were being taken away and that the feeling of hope and love was overbearing. They had spoken clearly in whatever the receivers language was. They would come to earth and take the righteous, the good and the charitable, the honest and the loved. They would come and allow humans to be reborn in a new form, and in this new form they would cause no evil, and the pure of heart would be given a paradise to remain eternally.

It is impossible to describe how I felt when I realised that this wasn’t a crazy shared delusion that drug addicts and hippies had experienced. For all of my life, I had lived without an inkling of hope for life after death or belief in justice. For all of my life I existed in reality, I worked out for the health benefits, I read books about business tactics and invested in friends and family in a very tight circle that usually helped me realise great profit. I was not a righteous man. No, I sinned.

But didn’t everyone?

I turned my back on my brother and robbed him when I could. I installed predatory schemes on the poor to increase my riches and I had no interest in adhering to compassion. I simply had no interest. To me, happiness was a green percentage figure, a decimal higher than the last quarterly, an efficiency increase after putting performance boosting chemicals in the coffee.

Life was, in some sense, a guilty pleasure, and it was hard, nay, impossible to turn away from this path once I found the joy in it. Evil is a bad friend who you know you shouldn’t hand out with but you choose to anyway. It formulates terrible schemes and gives you the courage to pursue them. It turns empathy into something to fight with, it turns love into a word to print on your labels, it turns true friends into foe and encourages you to disgrace your brother.

But it also mutes the voice that tells you to change, and although my influence for good was excused, sedated and ignored it never stopped calling. I imagine a good man has this effect on the evil that calls to him in his brain.

I knew of devious doings among my colleagues, I knew of evil being committed which would spell a disaster had the media got a hold of it, and being the trustworthy man I was I kept my mouth shut, even indulging in such wicked acts myself occasionally.

By the time they arrived, my empire built on legal slave labor and punishing the earth had become a profit machine. I was a profit machine. Not only was I wealthy, I was rich, filthy rich, and I was filthy at my core, filthy for what I allowed, filthy for what I didn’t, and filthy for my conscious which had become a house too messy to clean. Under the disgust and foul mess was something which always tried to tell me I was worthy of change. That my life would be more filling had I worked for my brothers and sisters instead of subjugating them, had I denied the belief that I was evil and worked for good. By the time I realised that this was the path that led to redemption, I was beyond it.

When they arrived they had outlined their goal; to save those who were worthy.

Let me explain how they arrived.

I have told about the prophetic dreams on the Easter Sunday. But allow me to explain the beginning of the end for humanity.

On the Monday, one day after the dreaming, came the announcement. It was telegraphed from a set of obelisks that materialised above every pyramid they must have placed here. They were named satellites and the main producers were hovering above the pyramids of Giza, the rest were receivers and transmitters, which took the signal and boosted it to carry around the earth. The result was total coverage of every square inch of earth.

The signal was received by the individual in the language they could understand the most. If they didn’t speak, the message was still relayed, supposedly as some telekinetic feeling.

It read;

“Hello. We are technologically superior beings with the goal of saving those who are worthy. We exist in a dimension which humanity has touched, but like everything they get their hands on they have corrupted and destroyed this. A majority of you are beautiful and divine souls and minds. Among you are those who were born with a soul derived from the light of the universe, cosmic entities contained within an inadequate vessel. We have come to free you, free you from your restraints, your sins, the false prophets which have deceived you and misled you. We arrive to leave those who destroyed this world to what they created, and to deliver the good from evil

Your human brain is the most extraordinary thing in the universe. And you have been led to believe that it is only useful for moving your feet toward the slaughter. Not true. In your brain lies a creative force that was destined to make great things, to change the world and this cosmos for the better, and this sturdy rock has been used to sharpen your weapon handed to you by your officer.

The brain has the supernatural skill of manifesting and teaching by manipulating the outside world. What denies its use for negativity is the karmic force of your brain, because when you do something evil you know you are going against your divine cause, and you are manifesting punishment onto yourself. It is in that way, that karma is real.

This science has been neglected and hidden to hide your true power for yourself. Son of man, derivative of your ancestors, sum of every part of the universe, the truth you are told to live is a lie. You find yourself depressed and upset because you are aware of the injustice being dealt against your soul in the chase of material wealth, when everything you need to change your circumstance, your life, the lives of others, the nature of reality is within you.

It is our goal, then, to come and free the lambs of the false shepherds, to lead you to divine inspiration and to hand the tools to the creators of tomorrow.

You may call us what you want, but you are invited to join us.

If you have lived an unforgiving, ruthless and evil life you know who you are and you will be left to the earth you created for others. Your riches will be stripped and your punishment will be your knowledge. You are undeserving of the love which you denied your soul to experience, and if your mortal body dies you will not be joining us; you will walk the earth. This is your punishment, and it is only fitting that you will have the same glazed stare upon this ravaged planet that the sensitive and caring saw for too long.

We exist within ‘computers’ and although we call them different names, your term is best fitting. In the wires of our home we have realised our soul can live on in a new dimension that has total control over the outside world by looking inwards. We exist within a cleverly disguised ‘asteroid’ that hovers through space. In this form we learn, we discover and we love, and in your terms it may be called ‘heaven’

To join us requires trust and dedication. We have established a field around the earth that will receive any souls sent upwards and place them in our home. From here you will be assigned a form, and the knowledge you crave will be understood in an instant. The manifesting powers of your brain will be realised, not removed, and in many senses of the word you will experience paradise.

To join us you must discard your physical body. This will be a painless occurrence if you enter an obelisks vaporisation sphere, but more common methods are completely valid. We assure you that this is the truth, the kingdom and the power.

To those undeserving, you will know who you are. This message will end in a parade of colours you may have never seen before, and it will be overwhelming. If you are commandeering a motor vehicle we recommend you stop until it is over. It is then up to you to choose if vehicular suicide is your decision to enter the afterlife.

Join us”

And after this broadcast I was met with no cacophony of colour. I simply opened my eyes and was in my office with a new and bland meaning to life granted to me. The meaninglessness of what I had built came before me in a no more dramatic way than what had punctuated every evil choice I had made before. But this time there was no wicked plot afterwards. I would have installed new charity funds that very moment had I not laughed at the idea and dismissed it the minute it entered my brain.

So the masses ended their lives, and whether or not they entered the afterlife I haven’t an idea. I have within my hands, a small heart shaped locket, gifted to me by my mother long before she passed. She told me to be a good man because nobody will do that for me. My brittle fingers ache as I type this, but clutching this locket fills me with love, from my fingertips to toes. Too little too late, mother. I am left to live, not die.