Forever After, Mario Kresnadi [reading books for 7 year olds TXT] 📗

Trek of a Tail

Chapter 1 FOREVER AFTER

THE PLANET EARTH, 3717 AD.

Yenikudus, The Holy City, begins its descent.

The Mount of Olives breaks in anticipation. The tectonic plates underground begin moving and collide, crashing together, pulling apart, and sideswiping each other. Across the globe, mountain ranges shudder and disintegrate. Rock layers force aside in all directions. Plates break free noisily, chaotically, as if in anger, but in fact, their crashing bespeaks a joyous song of welcome.

Ocean floors lift up, seas and oceans rise, and then fall, only to be swallowed by the land. As the seas are covered, the Mount of Olives transforms into vast plains that will soon be seeded and blossom according to the Word.

Elohim Abah sits upon His throne high above this phenomenon, observing it, quill in hand, His Book of Creation lying on a grand table before Him.

He is in a seemingly empty room in a universe beyond the sky, Heaven. An amazing emerald rainbow arches behind the throne. In front, there are seven pure gold lampstands surrounding the grand table. Olive trees sit symmetrically at each end of the Wondermirror on the wall. The mirror has cracks which allows anyone a glimpse of what lies beyond what they see. A big glass window facing a beautiful crystal river down the horizon allows Him to see everything and beyond.

He stretches His invisible hand, and opens the sacred sketchpad bookmarked to the current moment. He briefly glances the page, and then flips the pages backward, millions of years to another universe stretching parallel to Heaven. A whim, perhaps. A fleeting diversion, maybe.

Prabumi. His first Act of Creation in the ongoing, wondrous process that follows, even now still stirs his sense of pride and accomplishment. He smiles. He has done well.

Breathing the marvellous blend of nitrogen and oxygen, His creature, the Unifaun, was a superior species with large brains relative to their body size, enabling them to experience emotions, rationalise and process complex complications. Because of the intricate and advanced structure of the physiology of their mind, they had been able to reach a level of wisdom beyond the average intelligence. They were given maximum freedom of choice and independence, without interference from their Creator, who deliberately let them find their own way and, in so doing, perfect themselves.

On this page about the universe Prabumi, a Unifaun ducked his head towards the others, showing off his horns proudly, three-finger hands holding tools lifted in proclaiming success while two legs with furry hooved feet walked towards a massive construction site on the rocky hills. Their physical ability, flawless build and majestic tail created a stunning and theatrical image that was enhanced by the vibrant colourful fabrics they wore.

Abah flips to the next page.

Angels created in Heaven, His home-universe, sat together making music. Michael, the oldest, was sitting beside the bright and shining Day Star, Cherub Heylel, who held a golden tambourine in his right hand. Gabriel and Raphael stood in the background. This page held tribute to one tranquil evening after Heylel had lead worship with his grand orchestra. Abah was especially fond of His archangels. What a beautiful memory.

The next page depicts His most valuable creation, the fruit of His abundant love, the result of collaboration of Elohim, a team of three, Elohim Abah, Ben Elohim Yeshua, and Elohim Ruach. The first Human, a mankind, a creature that reflects Elohim’s own image and likeness. A creature for whom He had provided Earth, a lushy green planet in the third and last universe paralleled with Heaven and Prabumi. The planet had separated lands and seas, whose animal species wandered freely on the carpet of living green grass and foliage. The page, with a beautifully crafted garden is the most colourful of all.

The following page shows the rebelled angels lead by Heylel, fuelled by pride and jealousy, clamouring outside Heaven’s gates right after the revolt. A strong special relationship formed between the archangels, until the creation of mankind. Heylel, the most brightest and beautiful archangel, became proud of himself, demanded to be worshipped and questioned Elohim’s command that all angels to serve before man, which would seemingly make Elohim love mankind even more than angels. Heylel retreated to Michael for support, but Michael who always obeyed Elohim would not listen. Heylel, outraged and convincing enough to persuade one third of all angels to support him, rebelled against Elohim.

Abbah’s chest contracts, and the inner-ends of His eyebrows rises. The rebel angels’ envy was out of proportion. Mankind, though was specially crafted in Elohim image, wouldn’t win more love than the angels. No! Everybody would have their own roles, specific roles that would benefit one another. He lowers His head into His hands, eyes closed, shoulders shaking as He fought back the grief. Then, as His nostrils flares with each breath, He grinds His teeth, ball hHis right hand into a fist, clenches it and bangs the table. A thunder-like sound rattles to all corners of Heaven, and the other two universes.

After a moment of silence, Abah takes a deep breath. Slowly He turns to the next page. This spread shows a tree in a beautifully crafted garden, the Eeden. Heylel deceived mankind on Earth into sin, instituting death to exist in their life and taking away the eternity Elohim had planted in their hearts. Since then, mankind had rested laboured under the heavy curses of sin, and the long dark night of Earth’s history had begun. Abah sighs. He gazes away from the book and rests His back against the great throne.

After a long pause, Abah looks back at the Book of Creation. He, skips some pages, some thousand years, and arrives at a page time whenre mankind was enslaved by the grip of sin, bigotry, killing, lust, prostitution, squander, drug abuse, avarice. Fallen angels roamed the Earth among the damned. Abah shakes his head, disturbed by what He sees, emits an exhalation, and impatiently flips several pages forward.

Page thirty pictures Ben Elohim Yeshua, the visible version of Him. Abah smiles. He stands up from His seat, stretches His body and walks toward the window. Yeshua appears to be in the cracks of the wonder mirror as He passed by the olive three. He stops at the drinking station, pours water to a cup, and drinks slowly.

Ben Elohim Yeshua is His representative, only because no one can see and be near Abah. They are both equal in every way, and always act together. Yeshua specialises in working with and amongst the people. He has crafted Yenikudus to perfection for His beloved children, and for Himself. Yeshua will dwell with and among them.

Abah walks back to the Book of Creation on His table. The cracks on the Wondermirror witnesses His swift movement. His pace is somewhat fast but not hurried.

On the opened page, Yeshua, the annointed Saviour hovered Earth in the sky. Without landing, He fetched all the righteous souls, the livings and the dead, raising them up to Heaven to live with Him there for a thousand years. They were His children who had been perseverantce, obeyed His commandments, and remained faithful to Him.

On the ground, the living wicked were put to death, joining the wicked dead who had slept knowing nothing in the grave. The earth became desolate and depressing as Ruach, the divine spirit withdrew. Flowers died; leaves and trees lost their foliage. The earth became nothing but a scorched wasteland. And the fallen angels, the kings of the Earth were left bound on the planet with no one to deceive. A page of victory, indeed.

Abah turns the page further. After the thousand years, the deceased wicked were had been resurrected to alive. They had emerged from the grave, stood, and walked on the gloomy Earth. In the background, Yenikudus out of heaven began its descent out of heaven. The fallen angels who were let looseroaming the Earth deceived the wicked into joining forces to attacking the hovering city. However ,when their attacks intensified, a great blue fire shooting from heaven destroyed the wicked and the fallen angels in one terrible blaze. The Fires that burn everywhere makes thise page as the most spine-chilling of all. Heylel, the leader of the fallen angels, was crushed on the head by fiery rocks, burned and destroyed. Upon that his death, the Earth was burned and destroyed completely; a silent dusty void and remained in its place.

Abah flips to the page before the bookmarked page He left aside.only dust left.

As the City descending half way down, the void planet was rebuilding. Seeds of renewal sprouted in between the dust as Elohim Ruach invisibly hovered over the surface, first the blade emerging first, then the ears, then and finally the full head of grain in the ears. Flowers bloom. Lush trees that bore grains, and those that bore fruits were shooting upany kinds of them,. Lakes and rivers filled with crystal water, fine pebbles and various kinds of beautiful living creatures. Sky decorated with bright cloud and rainbows.

The ethereal shadow Ruach, who is omnipresent, has done a very good job. It is Abah’s another ‘Helper’ who is equal in every way with Him and Yeshua. They never act separately, though only Ruach specialises in the inner and tugs on human’s heart and mind.

Abah’s eyes sparks between widened lids as He looks at everything on the page. He is very pleased with what He sees.

Abah flips to the bookmarked page; the page He has just added some details on. It is Yenikudus, the Holy City hovering close to the newly rebuilt Earth. He stops at that page. He wants to witness the impact of His scribing on that page, live. Leaving the page open, with sparks in His eyes, He gazes through the big glass window to catch sight of the Holy City.

Yenikudus prepares for landing. It gets slower and slightly turns to position itself. A little earthquake-like seismic wave shakes the ground when its shadows, forming on the ground, shifts the vast plains apart. The ground break apart the same pace as the landing. The blocks of rock underground moves and collides, rock layers force upwards lifting the ground.

The great city is perfectly square. It is surrounded by the Wonderwall, beautiful walls made from fine stones, a transparent variety of crypto crystalline quartz. Its radiance and beauty are beyond description. The walls are 65 meters in height had 12 foundations, each of them garnished with different kinds of precious stone with various colours of red, blue, white, green, and golden-yellow. There are 12 gates, three on each wall side, glittering made of pearl. The Wonderwall had a slit on each side which allow anyone glimpse of what lies inside.

Streets in the city are shimmering, made out of pure gold, amongst the throng. It is a huge crowd. It was written in the book that there was supposed to be more than 144,000 people, but it is clearly an uncountable crowd of men and women, and a lot of boys and girls. They are solemnly silent; everyone is astonished, amazed with what they see.

Amongst the crowd, Abah spots four-year-old Tommy and his twin sister, Tarni. They look at each other’s face and start to mumble full of excitement.

“Did you see that?”

They communicate intimately with each other, though not with many words, “wow” was all they can muster.

Tommy is holding his newest invention, an Egg Drop Protector he had exclaimed. He had demonstrated that it worked well with boiled eggs, “the skin of a boiled egg can break too,” he justified innocently. Well, fair enough Tommy, not a bad thinking and creativity for a four-year old.

It was in another kitchen soup day. There were gawking sheer number of poor people stuffed into the basement under a church hall. Some were lying on the floor, trying to sleep. Some were