Earth's Last Angel (39 page)

‘I heard her getting up I didn't want her disturbing you, so I came out to check on her.'

‘She's no trouble at all.'

‘Mommy, me and uncle are besties forever now, just like him and Pop's!' she grins as I tucked her in.

‘OK that's enough excitement for one night little lady, you better get some sleep.' I smile down to her.

‘It's freezing out there, I'll leave you to it and we can catch up in the morning,' my elder sister said as we walk out of Val's room.

Nancy wraps her arms around my neck and whispers in my ear, ‘Take as much time as you need little bro.'

I kiss her on the cheek and give her a hug. ‘Thanks sis.'

I return to my chair on the porch. I had intended drinking the whole bottle of scotch but decide not to. After I return the bottle to my bag, I sit out on the porch with a blanket around my shoulders.

Letting my thoughts drift back to my grandfather, I am still in shock that he is, the Sky Lion Angel of Light!

That thought triggers a passage I had read a very long time ago, it mentions the Devil trying to appear as an Angel of Light. A deep pang of pity fills my heart at this once beautiful powerful energy life form, who was placed in charge of human development, assisting us to reach our full potential. Instead he is seduced by the idea of being worshiped. This is the very first original sin. He lusted after worship.

What if…he had not bitten into the forbidden fruit of worship?

Many energy life forms have taken on an organic body down through the ages to try and help us get back on track. They all promoted a peaceful cooperative coexistence with our fellow humans. These messengers were usually treated badly, tortured and murdered by the very people they tried to help. The Creator's own son even tried to help us but he was tortured and murdered for his trouble like the rest, and then, to add insult to injury, the instrument of his torture and murder was made into an object of sacred worship! This hideous instrument of death hangs from worshipers necks as a charm to protect them from evil! I feel deep anger stirring in my chest and I fight to suppress it. The Mazubans got it so wrong by doing exactly the same thing!

Looking up into the starry heavens, I feel small and insignificant. I wonder what the local universal community of energy life form's feel about our species, as they watch us closely following the path of the doomed Mazubans.

‘What needs to change for us not to suffer the same fate as them?' I muse to myself, and a strong pang of grief overtakes me for a moment. I'm surprised by its intensity, this grief is not just for loss of my grandfather, but is for the loss of all the innocent souls that have perished as victims of the sin of worship. I quietly leave the porch and move out into the gardens, hoping my sobs of grief do not wake my hosts.

After a time I return to the porch. I revisit the question I asked myself before.

‘What needs to change?' I use the ‘What if…' process my grandfather had taught me.

What if…someone involved in violence that belonged to a so called peaceful faith was removed from that faith? Stripped of their religious identity and forced to face justice as the criminals they are?

What if…this same faith used its massive resources to fight poverty and disease, instead of supporting greed and financing war?

What if…someone I love dearly is falsely accused of supporting torture, rape, murder, genocide, war, oppression of the weak and all manner of filthy vile atrocities, doing all of this in his name? How do these false accusations against our creator make me feel?

What if…there is no right religion of chosen ones? No more arguing over interpretation of scripture that was in some cases written many years, or even decades, after the event. And certainly no scripture was ever written by the creator's son!

What if…worship stopped, disappeared forever?

What if…we empowered ourselves to achieve peace and prosperity for us all? Regardless of our color, race, gender.

Now I get excited! Maybe we humans have a chance after all!

The warm gem glowed brightly as I drew it back out of my pocket, its color now vivid gold! I look up into the starry sky and ask: ‘Sky Lion…am I on the right path?' the gem gives me the answer instantly, glowing and warming more intensely. I smile to myself discovering that this is how he will communicate with me. I speak with him long into the night, sometimes making a wrong statement just to see his reaction, the gem would go cold and dull.

The beautiful golden sun rises heralding a new day, a new beginning.

I start to see the enormity of the task before me. I will have to be careful how I present this new truth. I decide right there and then, rather than tell people what they should do, I will show them what we can achieve together as a brotherhood and sisterhood of human kind. Free of the entanglement of worship.

Part of me still grieves for the loss of my best friend and grandfather. The other part of me is still trying to come to grips with the fact that I have been charged with a mission:

Save my species and clear my Creator's name!

My grandfather and best friend is not dead!

He watches over me, guiding my every step…