Divine Age
Angel
- Greeting, people! - Angel smiled.
- And who might you be, we wonder? - they muttered.
- I am a son of God, - answered Angel. - I have come to aid you.
- We didn’t call for you! - they have bitten.
- Of that I know, - replied Angel. - That’s why I have come to you.
- Because you weren’t expected? - men burst out laughing.
- No, because you would never call for me yourself.
- The stub is clear, day is ended, - they have been mocking. - We are living pretty well even without ones like you!
- Oh, that I see, - Angel has sighted. - Have already collected stones to banish us, have you?
- What was that? - a shout came from a crowd.
- Throw away your stones from the bosoms, - said Angel. - Better, if on the road.
- Well, you know, - people have choked. - What if they will still be of some use to us?
- Going to throw them in the sky, are you? - Angel smiled. - Or have you forgotten of the gravitation invisible?
- We have forgotten nothing! Of all the nature laws we are aware of, taming it!
- To tame one, you have to love one. We are responsible for the ones whom we tame.
- How very smart of you, oh our star-descended one!
- For what the reason have you brought knifes together with you? Are you going to cut yourselves in distemper, I wonder?
- Nay, we have no need to cut ourselves, oh damned one! Intended for the enemy of ours this weapon is.
- How are you expecting to distinguish friends from foes, if anger blinds minds of yours so often?
- Have no worry of that, we’ll sort it all somehow with no aid from your side! We have lived much and we have known much.
- Who is that one, standing among you with a backpack that has hunched his back? Why haven’t you tried to facilitate the burden of his, idly standing?
- Oh, ye are a stupid one, indeed! A stock of stones for the ones like you we have gathered in that backpack, so that they be always, well, at hand.
- Do facilitate the burden of your brother.
- We are gonna to throw that stones at ye then, foolish one!
- Try it, if minds of yours thirst for no other.
- Tally-ho, brothers! Have no mercy!
- And where is the fulfillment of your desires, throwing ones? Or haven’t you been warned of the gravitation invisible?
- Oh, how terribly painful it is! Save us, ignorant ones, from those stones, flying back to us! Accelerating are those stones returning and feet of ours have stuck seriously like in a bog, and no longer can we move forward! Rescue us for we thirst for living intolerably nevertheless! Save us, we beg of you!
- Lend your hands to each other and let last ones from you take my hands, if out of bogs you are daring to get out. Carry you on my wings I will, believed ones. Hold each other tight for now to be saved!
- Why have you saved us, oh Angel, sent from the heavens?
- Whether you feel better with no stones in your possessions, I wonder?
- We didn’t ask you for favors! Homes of ours are destroyed, clothes of ours are smeared in dirt - and whether by your favor, we wonder?
- Whether it was not you who have plunged yourselves straight into a swamp? What are you carrying in bosoms once again?
- Because we have dirtied ourselves in that smelly mug, then you shall be washed in it as well! Like us you will become from now on from the inside out!
- Have you no fear to turn black from the dirt of yours, I wonder?
- Tally-ho, oh brothers! Have no mercy!
God's Dream
A Newborn God was sitting over the shade of a tall mighty tree, which have not yet been given a name, and was dreaming. He has just created the Earth, and had yet to make a couple of easier worlds in the nearby star systems.
A smile was playing on the God’s lips. He rejoiced at the result of his latest work – the Earth has turned out to be extremely wonderful. There was a great variety of climates, which you would practically never find in any of the worlds, created earlier. There were mountains, rising into the heavens, and sea hollows, leading into infinity. There were giant trees, similar to the one, He was sitting underneath, and smallest, indiscernible for an eye of future inhabitants, leaves and blades of grass of unknown plants. There were an incredible variety of living semireasonable beings, beginning from some small insects, playfully creeping in a grass, and finishing with sea and terrestrial giants. In other words, this was a fine created world – possibly, one of pearls of His Creation.
It seemed that He enclosed something immensely-imperceptible into this process of Creativity. As if He has given to the Earth a part of Himself. And that is why now He was happy.
He dreamt of how humans will soon enter this world of His. How man will rejoice at the sight of his new home, created for him instead of ordinary-looking old ones. How people will settle on boundless horizons of this Creation of Creations, and will love each other and rejoice to life and the world, given by the Maker.
And thus He made a call then to the most distant reaches of the Universe for humans to gather – those, who will live in this new home – probably, the happiest ones among all living. And humans came to the Earth – not even came, actually, but have arrived from their common previous worlds on their spaceship – the ark. And they have descended down to the Earth from it and settled. And named this date as the date of world’s creation.
There were years, and there were decades, and there were hundreds of Earth years passing. Settled those ones, who arrived from far worlds, on corners of sphere terrestrial, and primogenitors of races, three in number, they became. And loved they each other, as the God asked, for some time – yet slowly to forget of love some of them have begun. And, seeing this, to help those falling asleep the God has decided – and asked He started for prophets to come into this world to advise humans of where that Light in the end of a dark tunnel lives. And came angels-prophets, warriors of fine God, to this world terrestrial and prophesied words of pure origin, purifying hearts of His beloved humans. But nevertheless, hearts of many have fallen asleep greatly and did not hear words of those prophets of great God they – and crucified His prophets. But the Most Gracious Maker did not cease to hope, for after all he loved humans even with all their lacks and was ready to help always those, Light who were seeking.
