A hit. Stars in his eyes. The blow of the opponent has been made directly between the plates, covering a shoulder, and a helmet. A dangerous one, also demanding high skill, to lift a blade highly - and fair time for a swing.
Blow. Block. Blow. Block. Clanging steel, which has met in its favorite dance. Two flitting blades.
Two man, breathing heavily under heavy armor, enclosing their bodies. Two warriors, who have met each other in battle. Two knights, fighting for a title of the champion of tournament - fighting for sighs of beautiful ladies and admiration of commoners. Battling, battling as if all their life goals and all hopes have been put into this battle ���
And let the strongest prevail !
*
The centurion���s order is clear. His phalanx along with others will pass in a wedge through the enemy - pass, sweeping steel-clad infantry and crushing the marksmen, positioned on a hill. It will be glorious fight - yes, glorious fight. They will prevail, they will win a victory in this battle for the emperor. Legionaries of Rome know no defeats.
Quickly given orders. Movement in the ranks of contradictory armies. Minute, another, third one. Phalanxes preparing for battle. It will be a great battle���
Two iron walls, bristling with swords and spears, which have moved towards each other. The fighting shouts, carried by a wind across the field of battle. The loud orders of commanders travelling by air. Fight began to boil ���
His formation bit into enemy ranks. The exposed forward spear ��� a sword���s swing - and rival���s shaft flies aside. Forward strike ��� and enemy falls on the ground.
A blow on his armor from behind. He has reeled, but has resisted ��� armor has absorbed a blow. The turn towards new danger ��� a blade, sparkling in morning beams of the sun ��� and another opponent falls down.
A block. Someone from behind tries to strike at him again. A movement of blade downwards - and swift attack back without turning ���
And yet again the blade flits in hands. Again, as countless times before, once the simple legionary, and now the leader of a phalanx ��� is in a fight, in glorious battle of great Roman empire. The shouts of battle and clanging of metal once again. Enemies, falling from blows of the blade. His comrades in arms, dying on the battlefield ���
A battle once again. Battle of his empire ��� and his battle also. Glorious fight of grand empire ���
*
The scientist and the researcher, the physicist and the chemist, the writer and the philosopher, a wise man. He was all of them - all of them were living in him. He devoted himself to work - for the queen, for commoners, for all citizens of his own country, for the ones in other. It was his life - his life of studying the world ���
*
They were hunted and pursued. They were searched for and eliminated. They were hated - hated by those, who had not the slightest idea before of the right to execute and grant pardon, which they would soon gain. But they have gained this right ��� received it for murder and persecution of others, have chosen it as necessary step ��� the one, leading nowhere. But did they really know about it?
Prisons and colonies. Penal servitudes and executions without trial. The ruined families. The deformed destinies. The destroyed culture. It was horrible time ���
*
He was the creator - one of those, loving his work - the artist and the writer of a new century. The century of creativity and freedom, a century of democracy of reasonable people ��� a century of peace, a century of creative recovery and inspiration. The century of world���s blossoming ��� century of sunrise.
He worked along with other people. Creativity for goodness became a symbol of the epoch. Virtue became a world star, the sincere love became the sun, tenderness became the drops of a rain irrigating the Earth, the purified human hearts - stars in a sky.
Wonderful epoch of sunrise and ascension ���
*
Pictures emerged from his memory one after another and immediately rushed away into unknown lands.
Epochs and centuries, replacing each other. His life - his set of lives in this world, set of the ways, passed by him in different epochs. He was all of them ��� he was in many times.
Now, only now he has finally remembered it. He has remembered it at the long last - this memory of his ways was always with him, was in each new life, but only now he could feel and realize all immenseness of own life - and all its greatness. Lives in myriads of epochs, life in myriads of times. Myriads of lives in one of myriads of worlds.
How huge was his journey! How even longer and greater it can become! He has learnt much in this time - willpower in battles, determination and courage, fidelity and devotion, creativity as a life feat - all this became him. All this has grown and has assimilated in him.
He was in all - and all was in him. He was the creator, he, as well as others, was the creation of God ��� and was becoming his semblance.
The man has still stood for some time on his knees, listening to himself. This memory was with him - it always was with him. Now it was with him forever. He has already learnt much about himself and this world, but there is still even more left to discover. For his jouney��� is a jouney in the immensity.
And then he stood up and with a confident gait has moved to an exit - and left a temple.
Has sighed deeply. So, this way has just begun ��� his work is awaiting him, his life is waiting for him. And let memory of this day never leave him - let it become the fire, guiding his way - a new journey in the transformed world.
So be it !
Messenger on the planet Earth
- A difficult journey awaits you. This planet balances on the verge ��� and its fate lies on the bowls of scales of Universe. Either life or destruction awaits it further. But they have to choose their path themselves. Each of them will make his own choice.
- What should I do, Master ?
- You will be one of the warriors who have come into their world. You will have to fight, to struggle with injustice, to be upset of their imperfection. But remember well ��� this world balances on the verge, and it���s prohibited to bring chaotic elements in it. You will have to aid them to understand their ways ��� to help those who have heard you find a path to their bright destiny, which has always been waiting and still waits for them. To awake those fallen asleep, to encourage those sad, to give new powers to those joyful for bringing of good. Remember, though, that you cannot revive dead ones ��� there is neither this, nor the other world for them.
You will be one of many other, who will be send to this world ��� you will meet them in our life. You can unite forces ��� it will be easier for you to travel together. You will easily recognize them ��� your sensitive heart will not deceive you. When the knowledge of wonderful possibilities of spirit will be brought to this world, when consequences of various spiritual impulses will become obvious ��� then the planet will transform ��� as it was predicted. But keep in mind that to achieve this purpose all of you will have to battle ��� to battle against ignorance and cruelty, which continue to overflow this planet. You will have to fight ��� including those who have heard you and those awakened. They will have to understand it.
- Do they have any idea in what time they are living and what should they do to not allow the destruction of their interstellar home ?
- No. Only singles know about that ��� either those sent by Us, or those who have come to Us willingly in the course of their spiritual searches. Others either wander in own illusions, or close themselves by walls of negation ��� and that is one more reason of why intervention is necessary.
- Is there is a name in the history of their world, which has been given to this planet���s stage, when the first signs of its approaching became obvious ?
- Yes. They call it ��� Armageddon.
- What���
��s the name of this planet ?
- Its inhabitants call it ���The Earth���.
- I have understood, Master. I am ready to accept my Way.
- We will meet you when you return. Remember of Us, and remember of them. The planet must survive.
- I am ready.
- Into the journey, warrior !
A flash of radiant shining light. The luminous spirit, shrouded in its beams, like in a cover. Next instance ��� and new dazzling stream of light engulfs him ��� and he disappears in the light.
*
One last effort of a mother ��� and the child was born. A pair of caring hands have immediately picked him up, wrapped up in a bed-sheet and went to wash. Only several minutes have passed ��� and the child was brought back to his mother.
The woman with tear-stained and happy face cuddles the child, silently and tenderly whispering something under her nose…
*
- Have you already made up your mind on how we should name him ? We have to give a worthy name to our little son.
- Yes, I have though up a name. We will name him Christian.
- Interesting. Why have you chosen such a name for him ?
- I ��� I don���t know ��� it���s simply ��� it���s as if someone has suggested it to me. I like this name. Let���s name him Christian, all right ?
- All right. I believe it���s quite a good name. Let it be Christian.
*
- Hey, you there, coward ! Have your wetted your panties out of fear already ?! Come, come here, mother���s sonny ! Such an assistant, oh yeah ! She is my girl and you will not touch her ! She needs no aid from you ! Have you got me, huh ?!
And little boy was taken on breast and uplifted.
- Have you understood me or not, I ask you ?! Stop keeping silence, you goat !
One more jerk. A blow in a stomach. Waves of pain, dispersing through body and the impossibility to make even a single breath. A hand, ready to strike again ���
- Leave him be.
And a hand, trying to make a new blow, have been intercepted.
The attacker has turned back.
A boy of approximately the same age stood before him, only he was a bit higher. The guy, who has begun the attack, has jerked and pulled out his grasped hand.
- What the heck are you meddling in our affairs, aye ? Why have you come here, foul nit ? Who���s in the hells are you, bastard ?! This does not concern you, pig !
- Leave him alone. You have no intention to talk with him. You just want to cripple and frighten him.
This third one, who has disturbed this ���talk��� in such a wrong moment, was absolutely unnecessary here. And what���s even stranger ��� he showed no signs of fear at all. Only the calmness can be read in his eyes ��� and not even a fraction of dread. He has already learnt to see human fear, he read it time and again in the eyes of his victims ��� whether is was some cowardly excellent pupil or touch-me-not girlie.
But this one ��� he wasn���t afraid, wasn���t at all���
- I will repeat once again. Leave him be. You have already tormented enough people ��� it will be so no more. Not here anyway.
- What���s so bad that I���ve made, huh ?! What���s the bullshit are you saying, ram ! We were having a face-to-face ���talk��� here ��� and it���s not your fucked business to intervene ! This bastard was meddling with my girl, with my girl ��� do you understand ?! And now he is going to suffer punishment for it !
And once again he moved forward to the fellow, whom he has beaten recently, intending to continue fighting. Then the interfered little boy has risen between him and his target.
- Fine. Than you will have to deal with me.
The attacker just smiled.
- As you would have it, bastard !
He rose slowly from the ground. Approached that tormented scared fellow and put a hand on his shoulder.
- Have no fear. He will touch you no more. He now has someone to answer to for his crimes.
- T���.thanks, for ��� for h���helping me.
Either the boy has not yet recovered from a punch in his stomach, or has still been experiencing dread.
- You don���t have to thank me. It’s my debt. I have come here to perform own duties.
- And w���what wi..will be with ��� h��� him?
- Him ? He has looked at recent tormentor, who bent and was still rolling from pain on the floor. He will touch you no more. And, well ��� he will recover soon enough. It should not concern you now.
- Ag���again thank you f���for you aid. H���how do I call you and w���why have you helped m���me ?
- You ask for my name, right ? They call me Christian. I have aided you simply because it���s my debt and because two warriors from one side never abandon each other on the field of battle.
And once again he has put his hand on boy���s shoulder, and, having smiled, has friendly shaken it.
*
- Please, get rid of your anger. You do not currently comprehend all consequences of your condition, and not only those consequence for you, but also for people who surround you in these moments.
- Stop poking me here ! Have your fun poking another, for you are like mummy���s child to me ! And it���s none of your business ! How would you behave if some slink had robbed you ?!
- I say ���you��� because I consider you as equal, as one inhabitant of this world to similar another. Your anger is pointless ��� event has already occurred, and it���s your past now. The thief is gone. One can regret his past, love it or hate it, but cannot change it. It cannot be brought back to be lived through once again ��� possible, differently. But each moment of your life is already becoming a past in this very instant ��� and so you have to live it to not only having no regrets after, but making it a new source of power in present.
- I do not understand you.
- Many of you are unable to do that, unfortunately. And nevertheless they should start realizing, where is the truth and where does lie lurk in the course of their own spiritual quest. Time never waits. It���s already running out.
*
And nevertheless it was wonderful here. Despite all the absurd and discrepancies, which have been brought here by capricious reason of this world���s inhabitants, it was great. The very atmosphere of this small shelter in a much bigger haven was pure.
- Would you like to confess, my child ?
- I thank you, but I must refuse ��� I will confess only before my divine Father. And for all my errors and mistakes I will answer only before Him as well.
- Oh, is that really so ? After all, you are not without a sin, my son.
- That���s true indeed. But I will redeem all my faults and nonsenses, once made by me in different lives ��� and, possibly, in this one too, - with my own life. Simply because it���s the only way ever possible and there are no others.
- But God himself has granted its servants the right to atone for sins of others and to pardon them. Those forgiven by us are forgiven by Him.
- How cheap your forgiveness must be ! I wonder whether it costs 30 silver coins ? But you have completely misunderstood the writings you managed keep ��� even if it has been deformed by your servants at earlier stages, how is it ever possible to talk about full accuracy of its interpretation ? There is no such law in the Universe, which would allow one spirit to forgive the other for mistakes, made by him, and in one lapse to cancel all their consequences. Another spirit can help only those coming to an end of the expiation ��� but it���s the man himself who walks the path of redemption.
- You are speaking of blasphemy, my child ! How can you judge what is true, and what is false, when we have a live proof of validity of all the laws, honored by us, given to us
from the above ?
- You have understood a lot correctly, but, unfortunately, not all. The shortest and ones of great importance words on the planet, on the planets, are ���God���, ���Love���, ���Peace���, ���Eternity��� ��� you have understood this right. The world lives in and is driven by love ��� by love of the God to His creations and His creations to Him and to each other. The Universe is eternal as you are ��� and this, unfortunately, not all have yet realized.
- Only the God is eternal, my child ��� but we are all mortal ones. Only by righteous deeds in His cause in this mortal life can we hope to reach life eternal.
- But you are eternal. Both I am, and you are, and each of us. Planets can be scattered to ashes, but we will live on. Another subject, however, is that you have really decided to destroy this planet into ashes, trying to repeat sad destiny of a predecessor civilization, for which this planet was too their space shelter in due time.
- This is untrue! Those sinning and having not repented do not live forever ! The fate of theirs is the fiery hell and eternal torments !
- Eternal tortures for mistakes of only a single life ? For the errors, made by a human on a very short part of his way ? Certainly, there are the acts which extend their consequences on a lots of lives. To fall once and to rise from the falling during many centuries ��� it���s a sad fate indeed. Many, however, prefer to dive into such depths, whence they cannot get out anymore, - therefore for them consequences of their actions may become similar to being eternal. But nevertheless ��� they are not endless, they can occupy many lives, but still are not eternal. But the true meaning of life lies not in the endless sinning and atonement, after all ! It���s in the creativity for good sake, in aiding your fellows, in walking your own bright path through the challenges of Universe ��� have you truly understood that ? Have all your so-called wise man understood that ?
- How dare you defile a Divine Word ! You will not be able to stay in this house, devoted to Him, anymore ! We have His Word !
- And that is great. Follow the way of everything blessed, granted to you. Grow this blessed seed in yourself ��� only then you can count on your perfection, only then you will move closer to your Father. Remember, each of us is His creation, and each of us is eternal. We are all Gods ��� at least in the potential. As His fraction, possessing all His traits in a germ, we can travel a path from a human��� through the angelic human ��� to the incarnated God himself. And yet we can still remain at an animal stage ��� some of us have been living so for countless centuries without change ��� and the fate of those is truly unenviable. It���s for us to decide that ��� for everyone, and this is our most important and most fateful choice.
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