Hassatan...this, you now see, is the way it has been for eons...
...Jesus was looking at him in a daze - '...I see...' - were his first words...
Jesus...and this is always your task - to meet with the newly dead?...
Hassatan...no, not always, and particularly not everywhere - no I have rights to receive like this, and often do when there is a need close to wherever I may be - she was someone I expected soon, so took the opportunity so you could see what can be the process from death - something you have not kept to that's for sure... - anyway, where were we?... - oh yes...
...and their conversation resumed... Hassatan, completely at ease with the Woman's death, continued speaking with no regard to what had been spoken between them before the Woman...
Hassatan… God...yes...' - looking to the ground, then heaving... as he turned up to look into the sky - '...this Majesty, this Power, all Power and Glory, well He teaches Man well in the ways of mercilessness - where mere mortals who err can not only be smited from existence, but so too their children, and the children of those children, and yes, their children and even a further generation of children after that... - four generations went that way by one count - children born to suffer calamities, strife, illness and no respite from painful harm - born as innocent as all children are, yet marked by their blood to suffer - this is the Glory you bore a cross for apparently - this is a behaviour and character of being you stumbled around glorifying as Righteous, Divine and beyond reproach - HA! to you little lamb...
Jesus...that is unfair Hassatan - this is your Lord you speak of - He is Just - the reasons why He does what He does are found in a Divine Consciousness you should not dare to question or flagrantly count your views against - why you would have our God appear capricious and without care for Mankind, yet to Mankind did He give His Creation – so, how can you stand with Him yet speak your words?...
Hassatan...but Jesus, my words only speak of facts that litter his Creation - and yes, he is capricious - why is He capricious? - well He's ill-tempered and easily led astray - who else, what else would create everything then mutilate it all by a Flood - who chooses one people over another, whimsically inflicting the pain of plagues on one, but delivering another - only then to torture those He has delivered by having them aimlessly walk through deserts for generations, only to again adore them and gift them access to his crafted promises - of course any God who playfully tortures so always wins the respect of those they have abused, because deep down the abused know they are slaves and hostage to his whims... maybe they seek an Enoch salvation, who knows - but they will surely need more scrubbing of tablets to ensure that...' - turning his attentions back to Jesus - '... yeah, He impresses me like no other I have known Jesus... - you certainly need to keep an eye on Him...'
...Hassatan then turned his gaze back to the dunes, taking for a time his attention to the wind that had entered their valley, watching it begin to craft anew the sands of the place - after a time of listening to the wind sweeping around them, Hassatan looked to the ground, then turned to Jesus...
Hassatan...anyhow, that is just the way He is – we, dear one, have other places to be - please, walk with me again...
...and with that they went to clear, and I with them as before...
to clear
Chapter 15: A Baby
from clear
...the Hassatan brought Jesus from clear into a small room - it was a land far from the last - immediately a severe guttural retching sound met us - a Woman in a bed, sweat pouring from her brow, had just provided her final push for birth, releasing from the grasp of her womb finally, a child - in the company of another who was holding her hand, this other Woman looked between the legs of the Mother, then returned her look to the Mother - '...it is done my child - try and rest now...' - the Mother closed her eyes and her head fell back into a pillow, and rolled as though without life to one side - slowly her face began to crumple and wrinkle-up - then the sobbing began - her child had been born dead...
...Hassatan moved to one side of the child's death bed - and he waited... - some moments passed before the child did emerge, did begin to rise slowly into the ether, a small and vibrant sphere shaped Presence glowing - glowing and minutely brilliant - it rose to the height of Hassatan's chest when he slowly raised a hand and gently took hold of the being - it sat softly in his hand with little effort from Hassatan - Hassatan then gestured to the Heavens once again - again an Angel of Death came quietly from clear to stand before him, on the other side of the sobbing Mother's bed - Hassatan instructed this Angel to immediately make passage to Metatron and to inform him that the child had previously died upon its birth, and that the soul should have been allowed into life on this occasion, and to suggest to Metatron that there appeared to have been a problem... - the Angel reached out and Hassatan rolled his hand over the Angel's, causing the child's spirit and soul to go into the keeping of the Angel - the Angel then took his other hand and cupped it over his other, took a small step backwards, and before going to clear, gave the Hassatan a small bow.... then was gone...
...Hassatan looked down on the sobbing Mother - he leant over and placed his mouth close to her ear and whispered - '...cry not Mother for I am safely with an Angel as you weep...' - the Mother paused upon the instant and opened her eyes... slowly looked about her room, then stilled into a calmness that spread throughout her being... and in peace she appeared to then start into a long rest... - Hassatan righted himself and turned to Jesus...
Hassatan...come - let us walk about here for a time...
...Hassatan walked past Jesus who stood with his arms stretched to his sides - fists softly clenched - two tear trails had made their ways beneath each of his eyes - yet hardly did he breath, but great did his wet eyes look upon this Mother - Hassatan had left the room - Jesus looked longer upon the Woman... then slowly a serenity came over his face and into his eyes - he had fallen into her peace also... - Hassatan's whisper appeared to have given comfort to both... - Jesus inhaled quickly which broke his gaze - he looked about himself realising he was alone - he turned and found the open door behind him and walked after the Hassatan - through a small living area and out a rear door to a small open garden space - a path to a fence where beyond Hassatan was moving down a small road, lined with an orchard on either side - the sun was long here and found its way through branches... - Jesus took the time to come abreast Hassatan to take in the air of the place - coming astride he lifted his eyes forward and walked with Hassatan along the way for a time...
Hassatan....as you just saw Jesus, Heaven is a bureaucracy...
...Jesus listened and said nothing - his eyes floating on the way forward - the Hassatan took the moments to look about the place, bowing his head at times to catch further glimpses of this, of that... - but mostly the two just walked a time further... and after a time the Hassatan spoke again...
Hassatan...some call me the Anarchist - do you know why? - because I have seen previous administrations, councils and countless other Angels come and go before your time - too many to believe there is anything rational or time honoured there to give me cause to spend each day and night walking those loathsome Halls and corridors of Heaven - it's just a bureaucracy that gets turned on its head with a regularity none of them could ever master...' - Hassatan looked at Jesus for a moment - '...puppets - and how quickly the many have dispersed in the rivers of fire when He has had enough - quite marvellous really how quickly they leave my thoughts when that happens... - I guess I have just become so used to their ways...
...the sun was soon to set... Hassatan drew Jesus to a stop with a hand to one side, motioning them towards a green bank a little after the orchard's end - there they sat and looked to the sun...
Hassatan…just imagine it in the Seventh Heaven - you may get there shortly, but until we know, just imagine - it goes a little something like this... forever day, forever light, no night that you have grown to know, and having to prostrate, chant, follow countless forma
tion protocols, and otherwise do nothing else but sing his bloody praises forever and ever - the idolatry and grand shameless majesty - and this is going on as we speak - never stopping, never pausing for one damn thing - it's ceaseless - so yes, some of the less mindless Cherubim are quite fed-up with this very, very quite tedious bullshit - it's always everything and moronically synchronised to do with Him - Him, Him, Him and his oh so bloody stupendous Word - I mean, what the fuck … his Word - his apparent utterances that never flow from His own mouth these times, but those of the Irin and Qaddishin - Word! indeed...
...Hassatan breathed a deep breath, taking his time to exhale all - and a soft light on the ground it produced about them...
Hassatan...then in between the Holy Holy cycles, the Divine Court or Council, and every session the same thing - those Princes of Kingdoms, of Nations, every session each one of them pleads the causes of their Nations, then the Prince of the World steps up to plead the causes of all the Nations - then like day follows night, the Prince of Israel, of Persia and of Rome, accuse each other of transgressions, and the whole time God just sits there - just sits and and glows His Great Splendour, with little if anything to say, and never before first passing everything by those Irin and Qaddishin gossips...
...Hassatan turns to Jesus - he is content to continue looking towards the setting sun, so Hassatan continues...
Hassatan...He sits behind a great Veil - a Veil - and do you suppose He is always to be found behind this great Veil? - well He isn't Jesus- He simply slips off from time to time, leaving everything to his precious Irin and Qaddishin who feign counsel with Him behind his Veil whenever He has slipped off - and to where does go ?... well He doesn't bother to come down here very often that's for sure - no, He goes off to spend time with others of his ilk, off to one of the other higher Divine Worlds as He calls them, to one of the other higher Heavens - but I have my suspicions about the business of those meetings, but quite not worth pursuing here right now... but let's just say the big guy does like to throw the dice around...
...and with that Hassatan fell quiet to also look at the sun slowly slip from view - after a time he turned to Jesus...
Hassatan...come now - there is another I wish to be on hand for shortly - we must away if you please...
...and to clear the Hassatan and Jesus went...
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Chapter 16: Old Man
from clear
...I found Jesus easily by his growing Presence after leaving where I was needed...
...Hassatan had taken them to the death of a Man who had grown old - I came upon them coming from clear directly behind Jesus - Hassatan was still in the meeting with the old Man's soul, and together they spoke...
Hassatan...so you do admit that you did many bad things in that life, yes, and you knew those acts to be bad before and when you did them, yes?...' - the oldened soul kept looking unerringly in the eyes of Hassatan and without restraint simply nodded a few times in acknowledgment... - '...and when you did those several acts, you then knew you could incur God's Wrath, and be cast in your afterlife to suffering for these acts?...
Old Man ...yes Hassatan, you speak the truth...
Hassatan...good then, so you have saved both us and your God much time in being clear - though you were right old Man - you shall now be going to where you will suffer for what you have done - perhaps someday your God will look upon you and show you more mercy than you afforded those you were wicked to in the life you have just left...
...Hassatan called forth an Angel of Death - the instructions were simple... straight to Ghenna, and to inform the Divine Court of the confession - the Angel positioned himself then warmly took the old Man under his wing - once settled, he took a short step back and bowed at the same time, and to clear he went with his charge...
Chapter 17: Ghenna Explained
...the old Man’s place was everywhere with ice glistening - near the highest place of earth we were, where all about white was seen up and down - the village on this mountain's side was old from times ago...
Jesus...what did the old Man do to deserve such words from you - and Ghenna - what is this place...- don't you speak of Hades?...
Hassatan...Hades!? - Ha! - what an import Jesus - I wouldn't have given you for borrowing from who, the Jews? - they are so late - you have sat staring too long into the rubbish fires outside Jerusalem dear Jesus, and listening to the fashion speakers of the new apocalyptic I'm sure - no Jesus, Ghenna is just a place of your Father's Creation - just another - and there dwell those Judged before Him as not worthy of being, well, saved, those brought before Him to really be Judged wicked - one eye on the result you see, for those who find themselves sent off there - personally there is something to be said for remaining dead and buried in the ground instead of risking the chance of Judgment - oh, and the old Man - he killed Woman, Children and Men to protect his village - but there was no need to go after the Woman and Children of the Men you see - anyhow, the message came – Judgment was sought as too the Decree, so Judgment it is - Ghenna is God's little disturbing hole for those who didn't jump through the hoops and bound over the magician's hand here on earth - so they instead become the cursed dead - Decreed by your Father's Judgments to live in death and with life memory to torture them a little more you see - in death, their living death, an eternity with all the pains and sufferings experienced by them in mortal life - all the time a lifetime's pain all felt at once mind you - no cleansing do they receive upon death, no relief for their spirit to be forever in His favour, to never be twisted and harassed and decayed by their mortal flesh - yes, no more are they of the flesh, but still the torments of the flesh remain as vivid tormenting memories for their souls - and that, dear Saviour, becomes your Father's great bondage for those He cares no more for... - they are Heaven's forgotten, Heavens unspoken of - Heaven's untouched and left to be untouchable...
...Hassatan fell into a seeming reverie, a stupor almost as he continued - a white cold wind was blowing, blistering Jesus...
Hassatan...ignored and left to anguish in Heaven and on earth too - for everyone has memories - forever to be unseen by their kin and those they loved in life - lost... - but yet they think and see and remember the kin they left... do you not see their hearts Jesus? - discontent...tortured... unhappy... feelings of betrayal towards their once revered God - as He was always once revered by any one of them at some time, especially when children - their holy and righteous Lord and Father...
...the light was clear, though from another place sharp snow streamed over Hassatan and Jesus - Hassatan began to unconsciously glow warmer against the snow wind coming upon him - Jesus though began to shrink to himself, the cold biting his bones - in a moment Jesus looked about to find an animal's skin behind him - he grabbed it and wrapped it about his body...
Hassatan...I commune with Man seeming them to them - I converse, I listen, but don't bother trying to offer any proper explanation for why their after-life has come to this, where clearly many an Angel has whispered often to them to know of such a place like Ghenna - I simply listen to their various fears of what it could encapsulate, and remain silent.... - they, who with their free-will have reckoned again and again their views of the meaning of cosmic Justice, of Divine Justice, of the Justice within His Judgment of them - of the chaos and randomness they see in a so called Divine Order, that their teachers order them into - an Eternal Universe never bereft of height, which never provides any true relief in night, but fear yes, they still remain in fear at night... - the pause - the hoped for restoration of their sleep... the chance to close eyes for a moment of rest amongst all this, their lives... - and death - well again... but worse, they rightly ask ? - you will judge soon enough Jesus... - their eternity greets them - no more pleasures of a moments rest - a night of sleep - no more of personal quite... a shutting of the eyes from the views... - no... - for those of Ghenna there is no relief from the pains and sufferings that should have left them upon death - and it is this eternal sti
ng, this barb of life that haunts them most in their Ghenna death, an old fire never properly put out, to burn in their lifeless deaths.... - yes Jesus, you may say I have a problem with this design for Man after here …
...staring through the snow falling about them Hassatan looked at Jesus - Jesus had been looking at Hassatan but freezing now with jerks and shudders as the cold closed in on his flesh - '...oh brother you freeze in my forget...' - Hassatan arched a hand about where Jesus sat, where instantly Jesus was surrounded by a shroud of yellow-orange warmth - a cocoon you would call it of sorts - Jesus appeared to thaw immediately, and spoke as soon as he was able...
Jesus...but Hassatan the wicked know their destinies - they make a choice away from God to ease unnaturally their time on earth - why should God provide them with His succour upon death ?...
Hassatan...don't you get it?... no, it's not that you don't get it - you simply don't know do you - this whole contraption - this dumb organism in the Universe... Man, from which so much is demanded, so much expected - which, moment to moment is subjected to the most unreasonable laws and Will of a Being so powerful and magnificent - this God your Father, who desperately commands, and so unrealistically what is a relatively simple creature - this bizarre relationship this old Man has kept working on for thousands of years now...why do you think He does it Jesus? - I mean, what of the near perfect Angels He continues to create and drape around Himself - why didn't He just carry on with that - why did He even bother with Man … - because dear Jesus, Humanity is more than a project of love, if it is even that - no, Humanity dear precious one is a bet that has turned into a mission, ever since the stakes got doubled, tripled, then doubled again... - and before you start gagging and wanting to break-in - do you know what He did twice when He was initially conceiving of Man ? - He created a group of advising Angels to see what they thought of this idea of Man - they told Him it was a waste of time and other things better could be done - so what did He do - He had those Angels annihilated - then He played with the idea of Man for a bit longer, then created another group of Angels to advise Him on his Creation plans - again, when He got to asking their opinion of populating earth with Man, they too were frank with their views, and they too suggested Man was an idea that wasn't needed, and that the Lord could be better served with other plans - and again what happened to them? - you guessed it Jesus, that group of Angels disappeared then and there into all consuming and obliterating fires of annihilation - Man oh Man, now if that isn't a difficult act to follow... - so as for my views on Man, on Humanity... Jesus, I like people, I think they are easy to be with - uncomplicated, and given a bit of space, they spend more time enjoying the expanse of this corner of the Universe better than any other being I know - and that's saying a lot over the time I've had to see some things...
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