Asmireen
©2024 by Jonathan Scott
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Chapter 30 - My Struggle - 10
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A thousand years! Well, I know I can do it. I mean, I know I've tolerated that much solitude before and come out with my sanity intact. I'm not looking forward to it of course, but, it's reassuring to know that I will make it.
I wonder what my life would have been like had I forced myself to be content with Papa Voice's recommended lifestyle? I wonder if I would have been happy about it? More than likely, I would have been a farmer, working day after day doing the same mindless chores year after year, before I finally would have succumbed to some kind of illness one day and died, just like everyone else. I would have had a wife and children to play and work with. I would have had friends. I would have gone to church. I would have tried to help out. I would have tried to help those less fortunate then myself. My largest struggle in life would have been the voluntary struggle to conform with perfection. Would I have been happy with that?
It just seems so small compared with what I was? But is it? Is it a small meaningless lifestyle?
I was blown away by a two year old little girl! Think of the power! I had to consume billions before I felt that I could challenge Papa Voice. And after all those consumptions, that one little girl had more power than I, infinitely more. She had so much power that her words alone were enough to destroy me.
They sit there in Heaven. Millions of them! They all continue to live their nice little meaningless lifestyles: carpentry, novels, housecleaning, picnics. They are free of me now. They are also free now from the misery that those that follow me create. They live the lifestyle that Papa Voice recommends and they seem so small and insignificant, but aren't. I just can't get over the contradiction. How can people with so much power available to them choose to live so small? I took the power that was available to me and ruled a world with it! I then used my power and moved to another world where I contented myself by shaping the eternal destinies of each and every being that I could influence. I used my great finite power as though it were infinite. These people in Heaven, they use their great infinite power as though it were finite. I just don't understand how they can be happy about it. But they are though. They are happy there.
Well, at least they left me with my powers. I can't move down here at all, and it's far too dark to see anything that surrounds me. But I can still see. I can still make my connections with those on Earth. I can still experience what others experience. Although, it appears that I cannot influence them anymore.
The world has become such a peaceful place since I left it. It appears that my soul stalkers have been stilled as well. I really have no idea what has become of my armies or my kingdom whatsoever. I only know that I awoke from my earthly destruction here, in a place that is completely dark. I seem to be buried underground. My arms, legs, head and neck, are bound in such a way that I am completely incapable of moving. I cannot even move my fingers. If my guess is right, Papa Voice finally did manage to get around to chaining the great wolf with ten thousand chains and burying him in the pit of his own making.
The thing that I think will surprise you all the most is this: I knew I was going to fail. I knew it. I was actually not really even that surprised when I saw little Hera approach me. I was just disappointed.
I studied it all. I studied every aspect of every religion that ever existed on Earth. And through the muck of it all, I was able to see where the truth was. And when I did find it, I was able to see how each and every single true prophecy that had ever been given to humanity came true. And then, within that same vein of truth that I found, I also read the prophecies concerning my own burial and abandonment here.
A thousand years! This will be harder than anything I ever went through in Hell.
Why did I do it? I guess in spite of all the prophecies, I still felt as though I had a chance. I was so powerful! You simply have no idea how it feels to be capable of traveling between worlds, of changing shapes, of being an immortal. My mere physical size compared with all the other beings I ever came in contact with was so monstrous and ungodly that I just had to believe that there was none stronger.
Also, I had already done so much bad by the time I found out about the prophecies that it seemed pointless to try and reform myself.
Lastly, and most importantly, IT WAS A LOT OF FUN! Oh my! You just could not understand how enjoyable it is to watch people tear their own lives to shreds simply because they heard me suggest it. The people down there! They are just so stupid it is incredible. Day after day, people walking around bouncing off of consequence after consequence, feeling desperate eternal pain because of it and then voluntarily jumping at the opportunity to bounce off of them some more. And then, on top of their own stupidity, they listen to me. And I just push them into their own consequences even harder. It's like watching a Three Stooges movie where the viewers can actually control Larry, Moe, and Curly's actions. You know, like you could just push a button and have Larry stick his finger in Moe's eye, and then push another button and have Curly say "Nyuk, Nyuk, Nyuk" as he kicks Moe in the butt. It is literally that fun. People just do not realize that the only protection they have down there is obedience.
So, I guess those are my reasons. I felt like I had a chance. It was too late to turn back. And it was too much fun to sit there and create pain. Wow. I have some good memories though.
I do have one spot of hope. You see, I read all those prophecies. I read the ones afterward as well. According to them, after a thousand years of being chained down here, Papa Voice is going to let me loose. Supposedly, I'll have a short amount of time to do as much damage as is possible. I'm really looking forward to it. You want to know why? It's simple.
I'm chained today. I can't do anything anymore. So, all these people on earth now, they will be spoonfed happiness for the next thousand years. That's one thousand years! That's plenty of time for everyone to completely become accustomed to innocence. You see, it's actually very rare for a person to never sin. In fact, it's only happened once. Usually, people become hardened against sin by first sinning. Then the consequences, the guilt, and the shame, are usually intense enough, where many will try and avoid sin later on in order to avoid the bad feelings.
When I come back into the picture though, no one will be accustomed to sin. Everyone will be as pure and as innocent as snow. And I'll be able to burn them all simply through their sheer ignorance of me. Think of the damage that this sudden lurch of chaos will bring into their societies! Think of the absolute financial ruin that such a sudden changing of morality will bring about. People will sometimes be rude in a place where rudeness has never been. People will be lustful in a place where lust itself has been silent for a thousand years. And then everyone will have to learn, on almost a moment's notice, how to deal with everyone else's imperfections. And many won't learn very well, or very quickly. And some, won't learn at all. It's going to be like letting a crate full of skunks and lions loose in a crowded movie theater.
It's going to be absolute chaos. I'm really looking forward to it. How about you? :)