Thursday, December 9, 2004

next stage: heaving cough.
slightly different from a hacking cough, this one tends to induce a large amount of Phlegm. yuk.

But i must almost be cured. I went a whole hour breathing through my nose with no worries yesterday. Im on the road to recovery. w00t!

Ive just tried putting a background piccy in, but everytime i try it turs my site red. bizzare. so back to the way it was...

we're survivng so far in my house. no one has hurt each other yet. we're co-operating, which is nice. I have to cook tonight tho. its my turn. We're having crispy pancakes (which are a kind of pastry covered in breadcrumbs filled with meat) with oven crunchies and something else. which is a fairly easy meal. Just bung it all in the oven and cross my fingers.
i really need to learn how to cook.

I've also got to go cadets tonight. i have to think up of an exercise the cadets can do using radios before I go tonight. On top of that I have to fill out some ID books and do my Weapon's Handling Test.
still got all that I said I had to do yesterday to do. its a wonder i havent run myself into the ground yet...

^^ Nurse Flueky. LOL.

sorry, random thought there.

here's todays strip:



American football aint that bad if you cut out the stopping every five seconds. Me and my bro's palyed it in central park last time we were there. woot. it was slippy and we kept falling over. LOL. ahh, memories.

I've started to download the FINAL volume of Midori No Hibi. w00t!

And so thats me for today, unless i see something interesting between now (9:55 GMT) and going home time (15:40 GMT)in which case I will keep you updated.

Random Question of the day:
If money is the root of all evil, why do we have to have jobs?

EDIT: fuggit, heres my recent fic. you dont have to read if you dont want to.

XVIII

“Judge not, lest you be judged yourself,”

Never before had Heaven seen such uproar. The central court was alive with activity. This was to be expected as it was, after all, Judgement Day. The Book of Life had been opened and Human Beings from the very first to the very last throughout the annals of History were being judged according to what was written in those books. No one was being spared. They came up, one by one, and were judged. Some were lucky. Too many were condemned. But, awed by power of the Almighty sitting on his throne, so bright that no eye could fall on him, most had accepted what ever their fate might be and went without little resistance.
Metatron stood by the Almighty’s side, and had been watching over the proceedings with a revered boredom. Until now. He started to take interest.

For someone had stood up and said “No.”

Metatron landed in the centre of the courtroom, and all the angels fell silent and bowed in respect for the Almighty’s mouthpiece. Even the humans fell silent, for Metatron in his angel form was impressive. As a Seraphim, he had six pairs of wings. Two covered his face, two covered his feet and the other two, ablaze with flames, allowed him to fly. He was wearing gleaming Gold Armour and a sword was at his side, the words “Justice and Truth” carved into the metal. He parted the two wings in front of his face. He had powerful features, a large forehead and piercing brown eyes. Everyone remained prostrated before him. Except her. The young girl (although age was no longer an issue here, where everyone had been granted immortality) with straight black hair, neck length, and eyes as almost as piercing as Metatron’s. The one who had said no.

When he spoke, his voice was booming and loud. Yet she did not back down.
“What do you mean, “No,”?”
She looked into his eyes and he saw no trace of fear, no trace of awe. Only a strong spirit.
“Speak, Kayla.”
The girl faltered for a second.
“How do you know my name?”
“I am the Metatron. Scribe of all that ever existed. I know all that has transpired on your planet in its entire existence. I know everything about you.”
“Then you know why I said no.”
“Unfortunately not. You lived your life by God. You have earned a place at his table in Heaven for all eternity. What do you mean, “No”? “
Kayla stared back in his eyes and Metatron could see the righteousness in her eyes.
“I wish to make an announcement to all who stand here.”
Metatron paused. He shouldn’t allow this person to go against the will of the Almighty.
Then a voice floated down.

“Let her speak.”

The words were inconsequential to how it was said. You instantly wanted to get down on your knees and praise the voice, and be eternally grateful, more grateful than you ever have been before in your entire existence to be here and now. Both Metatron and Kayla were down on their knees and the others were prostrated even lower.
Metatron nodded.
“You have two minutes to get ready and five minutes of the court’s time.”

Kayla nodded, still on her knees.
Metatron spread his wings and took off to the highest chair in the court.

“Kayla.”
Kayla turned to find her life long partner and Guardian Angel standing behind her.
“If you choose to pursue this course of action, I cannot support you. You will be on your own.”

“I know Sarah. Thank you for all you’ve done for me in my life.”

Kayla turned and walked up to the podium. A silence fell over the courtroom. Had this been an earthly courtroom, her audience would have been maybe a couple of dozen, possibly a hundred or so, but not the entire human race from start to finish. Had Kayla not been so single-mindedly determined to say what she felt in her heart was right; she would have backed away with nervousness and gone with the decisions.
But she was here now and both the human race and the whole host of the heavens were listening.
She coughed, cleared her throat and spoke.

“Um… can everyone hear me?” The reply came as a roar that assaulted her ears, and caused her hair to blow back slightly.

“I’ll take that as a yes. Honoured members of the Human Race. Almighty spirits of the Heavens above. And of course, Lord Yahweh.”
She took a breath.
“I was asked why I said no. I say no against the condemnation of the human race.”
A ripple spread through the crowd briefly and then settled again.
“I’ll admit that not all Humans are worthy of Heaven and deserve punishment. But we’re talking about the condemnation of those who did not believe.”
She glanced at Sarah, waiting nearby. She nodded and motioned for her to go on.
“You say that those whose names are not written in the Book of Life are to be condemned to eternal damnation in the Lake of Fire. But what about those who lived a virtuous life? What about those who’s only sin, if you can call it that, was to not believe?”
Metatron spoke up.
“Why should we allow humans who did not even believe in us into Paradise?”
“I’m not saying you should let them into paradise. But why are condemning them? Why are they being punished even though they lived a good hardworking decent life?”
Kayla gestured to a section of the audience.
“Take the Samurai of ancient Japan for example. Yes they killed, breaking the first commandment. And yes, they were proud, pride being the greatest of all sins. But they were polite to their enemies. They held great respect for one another. Loyalty to their Lords was one of the most important aspects of their beings. But you condemn them. Because they did not believe in an almighty God. How could they? It’s a western religion. By the time word of the gospel had finally reached the shores of Japan, they were so deeply rooted in a tradition and way of life that had been upheld for generations, that it would be almost impossible to change. How would you feel if someone came along and told you that your way of life, your very being is wrong? Would you listen? Would you even want to?”
Kayla’s voice began to tremble slightly.
“They were good people and you are punishing them for being true to themselves.”
Another breath. An unnatural calm had spread over the courtroom.
“And it’s not just them. There are hundreds of examples, both groups of people and individuals. My grandmother was a good person. She never believed in organised religion. But that didn’t stop her from being a good person. She was kind, compassionate, forgiving. She never sinned in her life. And yet, she has also been condemned. Where is the justice in that? Some people have never even heard of Christianity in their lives. And we’re going to punish them for that? Where is the all forgiving God now?”
Sarah appeared beside her.
“Kayla, I think that’s enough…”
“NO.” Kayla was gripping the podium with both hands tightly.

“Continue,”

The Almighty’s voice rang through the courtroom again and everyone instantly fell to their knees.

Kayla got to her feet again, trembling.

“What I’m trying to say is this. We were given Free Will. The right to make our own decisions. We were given the right to believe or not to believe. When we are given that kind of freedom, some of us require proof to believe in things. Because we have put our trust in things that have failed before. Why should we suffer potential failure again and again? I had my faith. But I’m just one person. We are all each individual and different people, a mixture of our genes and our upbringing and social interactions.”

“Why should we suffer for something that we were never shown?”

Metatron got to his feet again.

“Kayla.” All eyes were on him.
“You do make a valid point. But if not heaven, if not hell, then where?”
“I don’t know. That’s for the court of heaven to decide. I pray you make the right decision.”
“Are you judging us?”
“Who else will? Is not written in the gospel according to Christ “Judge not lest you be judged yourself?”
It is written that it is we who will judge the angels. 1 Corinthians, Chapter 6 verse 3.”
“True. But what right do you have to judge us?”
“What right do you have to judge us? Judgement is saved for Lord Yahweh and him alone.”

The courtroom was silent.

“That’s all I have to say.”

Kayla stepped down from the podium and took her seat.

“Metatron. Come.”

Metatron flew up to the Almighty, sitting on his throne.

Sarah appeared next to Kayla.
“That was a brave thing you did. You didn’t have to stand up for humanity. You didn’t have to speak out. But you did.”
“Are you not ashamed of me? I denounced angels, the courts of heaven. I think I even denounced…him.”
Sarah sighed.
“It needed to be said. If not you, then maybe some other might have. Im proud that I knew you in life, and now, even prouder that you stand the risk you’re taking on behalf of the Human Race. Only one other has done that you know.”
Kayla coughed, then choked. “Please don’t compare me to our Lord Jesus Christ.”
“Im not. But it takes a special kind of courage to stand up and say what is right, even when it goes against your faith.”
Kayla sighed.

“KAYLA KAMIKUCHI. STAND BEFORE THE COURT.”

Kayla stood and faced the court. All the Archangels, Seraphims and Cherubims were there, with Metatron in the center.

“Kayla. What you say is true. It is in the bible that we will be judged. But it is for saints to judge us, not just anyone. We also acknowledge that it is said that one should “judge not lest they be judged” but if you judge us, who judges you? And who judges the judge?”

Kayla remained silent.

“So, with that in mind, this is our decision…”



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XVIII end.

I make no apologies for what is written here. I leave you, the reader, to decide the end, for I myself cannot make the judgement of mankind.

Kayla and Sarah © Phil Weston
All events within this text are fictional and should not be taken as fact.

Darke Angel 2004

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it was just something I wanted to write. Im gonna work on my next fic soonish. details coming soon.

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