Filtered, The Gods’ Conversation Continues #FreewillOrUltimatePeace

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Photo Credit: Blue Ox Studio

 

This short fiction continues with Silver One(the silver god), showcasing her “management” skills of humans on her planet in her own universe. The question still is: Is it better to give people control over their own lives, should be peace be achieved by removing freewill.

 

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Silver One’s beauty radiated throughout the dark universe. Appearing androgynous  with a shiny smooth head with large mirror-like aqua eyes, she was indeed beautiful, intelligent but Beautiful One would further call her- ruthless.

Gliding across the cold, onyx sky, with a blink they both stand over her planet. Similar to Beautiful One’s earth in size and even had the same radiating blue glow around it.

There was one tiny bit of difference.

“Silver One?” Beautiful One said crossing one sandled foot over the other. “Do your people drink water?”

Silver One gave a sly wink. “I know. You see mostly sky and land. My people do more flying than walking. There is some water though…here and there. Come on, stop judging!” Silver One gave a coy chuckle as they both floated downward.

Even from up high, Beautiful One could hear the pleasant sound of singing. It was morning on the side they were at and the voices were absolutely beautiful.

The people were talking. The cacophony was positively melodic.

Beautiful One smiled. “I must see one.”

“Whatever do you mean?”

“Go down there. Mingle with them. Learn of them. People do not fly.”

“In your universe, they do not,” quipped Silver One. “Why mingle with toys you produce. Absurd!”

“To gain perspective, Silver One. Come on. Let’s try!”

Silver One reluctantly agreed.

They swooped down from on high and finally landed on Silver One’s Earth. The people moved about robotically(for those of you who have seen the Matrix where Morpheus and Neo are strolling down the sidewalk bumping into people, this scene is similar).

Beautiful One noticed that one woman in particular with dark, shining hair held an ice cream cone in her hand and her small child was walking next to her, a spitting image of her. They appeared jovial but their eyes were…cold.

Silver One smiled but was already bored with being down there. The weather was beautiful, a small breeze but the people were in abundance and all she could do was keep “checking” on their program, making sure no one was thinking of murder or lying or stealing and any other rotten thing.

“Some do fall through the cracks, but I correct them instantly,” Silver One said. “For example, you allow those who cheat on their spouses to keep living! Some even have decent lives after they’re caught, while the one who was hurt becomes fatter, depressed or have to work twice as hard to keep up!”

Beautiful One felt as if he were getting a tongue lashing. Fact was, people can choose to do whatever. Why harm the one who made a mistake? Those make mistakes often make them again or…they become better and learn. Endure and aspire to be better people.

He told Silver One all of this, but she shook her head. “Once again, you are much too poetic for me. Have some logic in there. Let me show you something.”

Silver One’s naked, shiny body glided between the people like a thin strip of cool river. Beautiful One observed the sky above. The clouds were blue and gray against a semi-fushia backdrop. It looked like noon.

“See that man over there?” Silver One pointed to a guy sitting on a porch leading to what looked like a museum or court house- holding what looked like a gun. “He is not only a cheat to his wife, but he swindles money.”

“But you didn’t program him for that.”

“No. A bug. Whatever this bug is, I am sick of it! Anyway, he is contemplating doing away with his life. His mistress(the trifling wench) I brought her down to her knees in front of the wife. She threw up all her innards at the scorned woman’s feet, croaked right there. The wife is living a lavish life now…happy. The husband here is riddled with guilt. I have softened his heart.”

Beautiful One knew what would happen next.

In a mere three seconds the man was no more. The top of his head was blown off as crowds of people screamed and backed away. Even the screams sounded timed.

His body slumped over and the gun laid to his side.

“Question: Where does his soul go?”

“Oh, Beautiful One,” Silver One went over to the body and picked up the gun. To a casual observer, the gun appeared to be floating since the gods were invisible. “This is paradise!”

“So there is no eternal judgment for him?”

“You’re judging suicides now?”

“Actually no. I am quite understanding of most suicides. I am talking about his spirit overall. For how he treated not only himself, but how he treated others.”

“Ah, and this is where I see our differences,” Silver One looked into Beautiful One’s near transparent eyes. “You have lakes of fire waiting for anyone who dare not believe in your Son. Or who chooses a new lifestyle. You are Jealous Jealous but come off as Peace-loving.”

She got closer to him and could feel the emanating power roll off his shoulders. “I am not the unkind god here. The true monster is you.”

Beautiful One’s righteousness and holiness brimmed together and formed a static cloud about him. Silver One’s body shone brighter with her own truth.

To be continued…

Copyright 2018 Erica Jean Smith

*I have one more part to release. This one was written off the top of my head- unplanned but needed to be posted. Let me know what you think. Have a blessed day/evening! 🙂

~Ericajean

To be continued….

Copyright 2018 Erica Jean Smith