The nature and its insiders had become tired of trying to make human beings cultured towards their mother. The human animals had loathed way beyond what was set to them, as freedom, as self-restraint.
They defiled their own mother all the possible ways they could imagine. They stripped their own mother naked and set her public with all her private parts exposed for demons to abuse, molest and depred her of her virginity. For virginity is not lost by deliverance, but deprived by disrespectful behaviour to its culture. They forgot their origin and left her to be violated. She lay naked and ripped apart by her own children. She bled vehemently and cried out in the streets as an orphan, deprived by her own blood.
There were no morals kept. No sacrifice honored. It was getting to the very end. The elements of her were sold to serve their selfish gluttonous nature. It was the end of the greatest creation on earth. It was the threshold which was smashed to pieces.
The news spread around the other universes too. There were the original serene replicas of the rotten children still living in another world, which always had been there to back up. But till now it was the trust which needed no action to be implemented.
The spiritual beings of the original children which the mother begat with lots of hope, had been kept and preserved to its nature of birth. They had to be woken up from their peace. They needed to be confiscated of their tranquility. They had to act on behalf of their mother. It was time for them to raise their demand. They had to stop this atrocity. The children of gods here on earth were seduced by their own pleasures, drunkenness and debauchery that the ability to think, no more functioned in their minds. The discernments had gone long asleep. Either they learn to respect the womb or they get buried with their evil in the grave of the open earth.
The representatives of humanity governing the provinces of the earth were informed of the anger of the creation on their natives and we’re summoned to a place outside the mainstream nature. They were informed how things had gone out of hand and that there weren’t any way out of the catastrophe which was going to come upon the face of earth, that humanity became so stubborn and impossible to perceive. Melting of even open mountain rocks to lava and slide down to the valleys filling every trench plains was considered an option. It would be horrific. They weren’t even sure if humanity could ever understand the severity of what was to come.
There were also doubts that the humanity could be perished without the knowledge of their wrong doings. That would not be fair- Whether in the present world or the world to come. It would be a classical example of Partisan. The bodies would exhumate from the heat that the melting rocks would exhale. Too cruel for any mother to woe for her children.
The representatives were brought to a judgemental dais, where for the first time, they saw themselves as aliens, knowing and learning from the world of unknown how they were originally designed. They were stunned to see themselves so beautiful and pure at their onset. They could not believe that it was themselves who had been preserved of being vitiated. For a moment before decisions were taken, they longed to be what they had been. Who did light the fire? Where did it go wrong, they wondered.
It was too far from where things had derouted. They had come so far, so decades, so centuries, so millenniums from the first corruption of their once holy souls. They knew that it was greed that brought them all, which punctured the wheels of immortality.
The kings of the serene land were called upon the greviences of the mother. They were brought to notice how she had been spoilt by every passerby who ever lived on the phase of the earth, raped beyond taking.
They came up with just a decision. To take the spin of the earth off it’s axis and replace it with a brand new one. That way things would be set right. There wouldn’t be mistakes which had already been committed. The freewill would be eradicated and the will of the creator would only be the finale. The way it could be made easier is to give the new mankind a sense of enjoyment and gratification fulfilling the wishes of its maker. In that condition, their mother would get herself healed. She would be able to reconstruct herself and start all over again with pride, dignity and beauty.
But for all this, the old should completely be scratched off. And that was where everything lay.
The caretakers of earth’s provinces pleaded for their lives, lives of their children, lives of their beloved. They pleaded for mercy.
The transgressions had exceeded limits for reconciliation. They needed time to think. Time to decide. What can they possibly do after the inevitable has been brought upon their own heads?
(…will continue)
Suresh George Thoughts 