‘The Essence
of life is to live. The reason for death is to show the vulnerability of
mortality’
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NOTE: HIGHLY FICTIONAL;
ANY NAME, EVENT THAT COINCIDES WITH REALITY
WAS TOTALLY UNRELATED.
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EPILOGUE;
“I’ve seen the scroll; it was written
there- in that heaven has 2 path ways and one of them opens once in ten
thousand years. Every ten thousand years, there is a synchronization of heaven
and earth, the spiritual realm meets the physical, that period was recently called
‘APOCALYPSE’. It is a time when a
being could ascend to heaven without death. The last to have being recorded saw
only one man ascend to heaven, ‘Enoch’,
It is usually seen as a fault in the universe, the portal annex created on that
day will be heavily guarded by arch angels during that period. It is believed
during the first synchronization, ‘the fallen’ was not aware, but during the
last two hundred years, the fallen and his cohorts has been building an army,
using human minds to create chemical weapons, bombs, vessels, this is aimed to
destroy the portal gates and leave this passage way open, and make the universe
be in an uninterrupted synergy with itself,….. but there is a second pathway,
which has always being open but its guarded away from the human eyes, always
periodically ambushed by demons, at the second pathway is a war that could
decide our fate………this is how my story begins, it is said that when a mortal
gets there… he became immortal … this is my story, how I was drawn into this
war……….”
“Alejandro
Elias”. The announcer called out through the microphone. I had been expecting
this, the moment I have dreamt of for the past 2 months. Since the nomination I
haven’t slept much. “I deserved this award” I muttered my way towards the
podium keeping my eyes on the floor for balance as I wade through the sitting
rows.
“For his
outstanding row in modern archeology, for discovering the scroll of Elijah, the
long lost map and returned it to National Museum of Puerto Rican Arts and
Culture” the announcer continued.
The most
sought after artifact, the scroll of Elijah, has been mythical up until now. A
three thousand six hundred year old scroll written by Elijah, the second
recorded undead man in the bible, who passed it down to his loyal servant
Elisha, After then there have being no recorded or known where about of the
scroll. History had it that Elisha through the help of a humble un-named
servant hid it in the centre of the earth.
The craze
about this artifact has come with the reality of life. For centuries scientist
have looked for a way to preserve life forever, after giving up that life
indeed cannot be preserved forever, came the popular realization that “nobody
wants to die, but we all want to be in heaven”.
Before
returning it I have read the scroll, but for the good of mankind, I tore out the
last page, without that the transition phase would be incomplete and no man can
make it past the vortex created at the earth centre core.
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2 DAYS LATER…
I had made
my way to the top of the mountain as specified
by the scroll of Elijah. I had found the scroll few meters from this peak. This
was the highest point in Puerto Rico. I brought out the last page of the
scroll, unfolded it, but I saw nothing …again. The page preceding the final page
said the last page was the “KEY”. It was to be used at the highest point of the
Country. The “KEY” would come alive once there, but would be activated with “a
clean vessel”. For that specification I had acquired a ram, as I felt back in
time it was seen as the purest. I held down the tied ram, saw the pure
innocence in its eyes, wish it didn’t become the first ram to make it to the
highest peak in Puerto Rico just to die. Secretly I wished for a burning bush.
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I had waited
seventy-five minutes now for a sign since slaughtering the ram….Nothing. Do
heaven really do have two pathways? Have I miss understood the scroll?, what
have I not done right? I picked up the folded page of the grass and got pricked
by a sharp object that caused me to bleed. I cleaned off the wound with a piece
of cloth I carried with me up the mountain, when I saw it. I saw a written word
translated in red, I took the piece of cloth I used to wipe the scroll, then it
became visible, the mythical map of “Tanius”. It was real. The slaughtering of
the ram had made me a clean vessel. That was when I understood it all.
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