The Last Day

[Alan McDougall]

                      THE LAST DAY

"The Human"; the day started just like a thousand days before. The morning was beautiful, flowers bright, blazing with every color of the spectrum and beyond. Sweet fragrance, like incense filled the whole atmosphere and the warm sun rippled across the lazy world.

"The Human"; It was peaceful and one was content to sit quietly and embrace the glory of this wonder of creation this beautiful water world like a priceless jewel a gem floating in the vastness of the void. Bathed in the warmth of the gold red dwarf sun, who was only in its middle age and could supply the world with ceaseless energy for another four billion years

Sol the Sun; She sang and sent the sweetest music across the universe, to fellow stars even more beautiful than her. A note of distress was in her music as it vibrated far into the cosmos, deep within the bowls of her blessed water world planet, the most beautiful daughter in all the great cosmos and said to them something unusual was beginning to stir within her.

My lovely daughter still in the prime of her beauty is in deep pain and I sing this song requesting help from the greater wisdom of the universe.

What can be wrong with the blazing child of my youth?

"The Earth", My children who walk crawl, swim and fly across the surface of my skin and the waters of my oceans are dying. I have spent four billion revolutions around my great mother Sol, experimenting, directing and all life living on my surface but something is very wrong now. Deep within the bowels of my being my great metal core has began to expand pushing upward in huge flows unlike any since my violent youth the distress of observing my long efforts I despair that loneness will embrace me again and I shall become barren and dead like my red bother

Are all my efforts of creation in vain and futile?

"The Sun Sol"; My daughter I observe that there are great cracks beginning to form deep within your surface, your lungs are blackening and your blood is polluted are the air that life must breath is poison

"The Human"; during the day that started so beautiful the birds have ceased to sing, the water ripples for an unknown reason, instead of the sounds and songs of animal life there is silence. Strangle even the wind has stopped and the only sound is the cacophony made by the devices of humans. Deep in the Amazon rain forest the Indians listen with utter unbelief the forest is silent, the trees don't move in the wind and the greatest of all rivers have stopped. This great artery of life is clogged up and because it does not flow winter arrived elsewhere in the minds of summer.

On the great ocean floor an abyss suddenly appears and two huge continental plates collide with a force so unimaginable and colossal that the sea rises up thirty five thousand feet and fire comes out racing across the ocean to burn up the land in "The Day"

The story will continue if interest is shown

Alan



         

[anelie.]

please continue the story, I am interested, thanks

[owl]

I too would like to see the story continue.

[Alan McDougall]

Hey heck just two people responded I will think about it and maybe write "The Day after the last day", that might be interesting

Thanks

Alan

[anelie.]

or maybe it would be better to post it in the World religions forum...
personally I am very interested, the Judgment is a big mystery for me, that I am trying to resolve, in vain.
In fact, both topics are very interesting...

[ascended]

Keep going. There is something that heals in what you write. At the "end", if there is an end, you can have a good book for publishing.

Nice day!!!!

[Alan McDougall]

Hey Guys you have convinced me to continue with the story, but I will avoid giving it a religious slant for obvious reasons

Keep watching the next episode might take a few days 

Alan

[anelie.]

thank you,

When I wrote that maybe it would be better to put it in the religion forum,
it was only because it is the famous jewish/christian/moslim topic, nothing more nothing less.

I am looking forward to it!

[Everlasting]

The Earth shall be washed clean. The last day is now.

[Alan McDougall]

 Hi I could just modify the first post but then you guys will not know, so I will add on post by post if that is OK with you


"The Earth", my children who walk crawl, swim and fly across the surface of my skin and the waters of my oceans are dying. I have spent four billion revolutions around my great mother Sol, experimenting, directing and all life living on my surface but something is very wrong now. Deep within the bowels of my being my great metal core has began to expand pushing upward in huge flows unlike any since my violent youth the distress of observing my long efforts I despair that loneness will embrace me again and I shall become barren and dead like my red bother

Are all my efforts of creation in vain and futile?

"The Sun Sol"; my daughter I observe that there are great cracks beginning to form deep within your surface, your lungs are blackening and your blood is polluted are the air that life must breath is poison

"The Human"; during the day that started so beautiful the birds have ceased to sing, the water ripples for an unknown reason, instead of the sounds and songs of animal life there is silence. Strangely even the wind has stopped and the only sound is the cacophony made by the devices of humans. Deep in the Amazon rain forest the Indians listen with utter unbelief the forest is silent, the trees don't move in the wind and the greatest of all rivers have stopped. This great artery of life is clogged up and because it does not flow winter arrived elsewhere in the minds of summer.

On the great ocean floor an abyss suddenly appears and two huge continental plates collide with a force so unimaginable and colossal that the sea rises up thirty five thousand feet and fire comes out racing across the ocean to burn up the land in "The Day"


Ulysses the human awoke and shuddered at his dream, deep down he knew that time was short and he must warn the world, but in vain they mocked him and continued to aimlessly drink eat dance and marry ignoring their dying mother Terra

Ulysses slept the next night in anticipation of the next message and it came again, go into the highest places on earth the voiceless voice said directly into his mind. Take those who can understand and comprehend the crime they have done to the beautiful jewel floating like a glorious diamond in the infinite void of the coming night

Tell them Ulysses if they will listen ,that they alone have marred, stained, discolored blemished and soiled beautiful terra. They are the very ones who think they own parts of her, but they are ignorant. Why do puny humans stand up and debate about her eternal future.

They should have cherished her, as she is the most beautiful lady in all creation. So now it is too late and what must happen, will happen, and these little beings that scurry about on her surface will be brushed off her shoulders soon

Why do they mindlessly continue to destroy the very thing that gives them life?

But those that love her deeply are remembered by her and because of their love for her, destiny is suspended for the briefest moment so these can be saved from what is to come

The Universe strives always for perfect harmonious whole when chaos threatens its child Terra like any loving mother it defends her child with infinite power of all its composite being

To be continued

How do you like this small addition, any suggestions?

[anelie.]

So it was only a dream...

[Alan McDougall]

anelie 

So it was only a dream

No it was a premotion and will come to pass , but be a little patient the story is far from complete

[Alan McDougall]

The universe and its great infinite creator wept and sang these plaintif words accross he great void

Why?

Oh, beautiful planet earth! why? why? why?

Oh terra, terra! I have loved you so,
           And sown your golden fields
                     With my songs of peace

I died to hear the music you should know
     By now...the song to bid your
            Surging cease.

'Why, terra did you turn to hate?
       Your blue and earthen hope
          Of joy with greed
                       On your restless need for
                               Death and war

(Alan "the thinker")