Matthew 24:36
“But concerning that day and hour no one knows, not even the angels of heaven, nor the Son, but the Father only.
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For Man, it is impossible to know the mind of God, much less to possess any measure of true comprehension. Say for a few moments though, we could grasp just the faintest edge of His vast and unknowable Mind. Even the thought is just beyond the edge of near-infinite possibilities, even for me.
He was pleased. His favorite creation grew and covered the earth. They prospered. Their Dominion, freely given, was over all they could see and all the beasts of the Earth. Through strife and struggle, they became strong. His Favorite Children, the challenges He gave them were minor, insignificant things that seemed great, insurmountable, appearing to be impossible challenges. Until they weren’t. When these hurdles were overcome they praised Him and brought Him thanks. It was Right. It was Good. The worship from His creation brought Him even greater joy. Truly, you didn’t know. It. Was. Good.
After all, a well-working watch would, of course, bring the watchmaker pleasure.
There is one significant difference between a watch and Man. A watch doesn’t spit in the eye of its Creator.
Who knew what the final straw was? The creation of AI and thinking themselves petty little gods? Maybe. The global persecution and destruction of all Churches? Perhaps. Systematically burning every Bible they could find, including the Gutenberg's? Yikes. The outlawing of religion? A strong contender. The outright worship of AI and discarding of Humanity? Could be.
Some say it was the lynching and murder of the Last Priest on Earth. Also putting it on Pay-Per-View as the best-selling event of all time was probably a bad call. You know what? It was probably that. Wait, did that happen yet? I’m pretty sure they did. Well whatever, it was going there. Trust me, it was. Probably.
Though, who knows for sure? We can’t ever truly know what He is thinking; though, through careful, reverent observation, we can tell a few things. Chief among them? He was pissed.
He snapped His Fingers and across the Earth it was heard by all at precisely the same moment. The floodgates opened, metaphorically of course. After all, God had made a Covenant with Man that He would not flood the earth with waters. Man would wish that He hadn’t made that promise to them. Another Flood would have been a Blessing and God wasn’t quite as keen to hand those out anymore.
For Man was not the only child in vastness of His Creation, they were just the favorite Child. And being ‘Most Favored’ of ‘The Big Guy’ is, surprise, kind of a “BIG DEAL”. A True Blessing, gifted freely to every Man, Woman, and Child.
That is, unless you lose His Protection and are left at the tender mercies of the less-favored siblings. And there are many. Conscious plagues, mad-machines, entire species singularly warped by jealousy and hate, sentient-beings gifted with pocket spaces and cursed to inhabit them, perhaps most dangerous are the noble races who still, despite that nobility, carry seeds of jealousy hidden deep within their hearts. All waited for the day they fervently hoped that would one day come to pass. A day that none of them truly believed would come.
And so, when it did, the unexpected suddenness of it was a Blessing itself, as very few were ready to pounce when His Protection ceased. Some didn’t even notice at all. Others? They did. Those that missed the first message couldn’t help but notice when their enemies suddenly departed for some far corner of the Milky Way Galaxy and, themselves filled with curiosity, followed behind.
Now all the terrors of day and night and beyond, even those, are given free reign, free to release their jealous hate on this most vile, most unappreciative of species that once sat upon a divinely beautiful rock that was made perfect, just for them. Named ‘Earth’. Their hate won't scourge the Earth. It was too Divine a planet to dare to do that. They wouldn’t commit such a Blashphemy, but they would gladly come and evict its ungrateful tenants by the corpseload.
“Most Favored!” they spat, tongues colored green. “Man!” they called for their destruction. “No longer Most Favored” they screamed with unrestrained glee. They would destroy ‘Man’, then maybe, then perhaps they would be the “Most Favored” by dint of Man no longer existing. They couldn't risk the chance of the 'cursed, favorite Child' regaining their position at the top of the heap. Above the heap even. It wouldn't be, couldn’t be, tolerated. Still, God's Aegis was vast and to cross the distances required, it would give Man a chance to grow. To Repent, to Redeem. Or not.
After all, in their current state, they didn't have a chance against those that for countless millennia had viciously fought each other for positions far removed from the position that Mankind had once possessed, simply through their mere existence.
Perhaps His Most-Cherished Creation would survive, perhaps they wouldn’t. God, of course, already knew the conclusion of this story, but even I don’t.
Status Lost: Most Favored in all the Cosmos by the Heavenly Father!
New Status: If you're not first, it's as good as last.
Hello Mankind. This is ArchAngel Gabriel Speaking:
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I wasn't paying attention when it happened, after all, He is not required to tell this lowly servant what is His Will or what is upon His Mind. However, a few things are fairly obvious so I'll fill you in:
You've fucked up. Very badly and for a very long time. And even in the future. Well, your former future. Real pre-crime type stuff. Vile.
Anyways, typically Michael is the one who likes giving a species the 'you dun messed up' miranda rights, but Raphael and Uriel are barely keeping him from cracking the Earth in half as it is, sooooo don't push your luck. I still think you're redeemable, but that's not my job. And I'm not going to lie, I'm not super pleased with y'all either so don’t come begging me for help.
That Snap you heard? The one that deafened you and everyone else around the world for exactly 66 minutes? Yeah, well, consider that the high-point of your foreseeable future. *Sigh* “Fine Raphael, you’re too soft on them.”
A day of darkness, then it's going to rain harder than you can possibly imagine for a day and it’ll seem like it’s going to flood but it won’t. That’s when it’s going to really start setting in for most of you that are a bit slower on the uptake. Then you’ll have another day of “fun” before… things get even more interesting. There are, of course, some other things I could tell you, but I won't. Okay, I'll give you a hint, the Earth doesn't want you on it anymore either so expect some... adverse conditions. That's it! No more spoilers!
I've got foresight only second to Him and let me tell you, it's gonna suck. Oh, you'll wish it was a Flood this time, but The Big Man remembers His Covenants, unlike you sad sacks.
That reminds me, anything that attempted to record or monitor the sound of The Divine Snap on any wavelength will no longer work. Like at all. You only have yourselves to blame about that. Trying to listen to God with your gross little trinkets. Shame on you.
"What's that Uriel? Yeah okay, I probably should tell them."
So you guys have been the favorite children of Him. Not 'him', HIM. And you've held that title for a very, very long time. As of today, that's no longer the case 😢
"But ArchAngel Gabriel! Pray tell! What does that mean?" 😱
Well you probably wouldn't ask that since you've become such God-less little heathens 🤬 but here's the gist.
In fact, let me put it in a metaphor you dummies will understand. You were a real smarmy teacher's pet type in a class full of bullies. Everyone hated you but, in addition to having the teacher and principal loving on you, you had a couple of big brothers at the school that could really kick some ass.
Now? The principal has retired, the teacher is on sabbatical, and your big brothers (me and the boys) have graduated. Now it's just you and a school full of people who don't much care for your particular brand of… *am I allowed to say it? Yeah?* your brand of shit. Maybe they all don't hate you, but none like you enough to prevent you from getting stomped out with your stupid little pencil protector. So get ready nerds, your lunch money is gonna get jacked.
I see you little Doubting Thomas, yeah you! Camping right now out there in California, hanging off the side of a hill. Don't think a little ‘prayer’ is going to save you now. You've only prayed 19 times in your life and among those, there were maybe 2 that weren't for some selfish, petty little thing. That makes 3 times with this latest little stunt you’re trying to pull, but it’s too late for something like that to help. So don't you dare try and interrupt me again with a prayer of all things. You stop that right now. The others better stop as well, it's far too late for any of that.
Where was I?
Right, well if you had a pet right about now, I'm betting you wish you didn't.
What else... what else...
Oh yeah, thanks for the reminder, Raphael! We took 144,000 that were pure of Faith, True Believers all. If you see a pile of clothes that means you were Blessed enough to have been near one of those particularly special Humans. It doesn't help you now but I’m sure the flash of light was a pretty cool thing to see if you were nearby.
Who knows, if you were close enough to them it might even help you a bit. They are up here now and we're going to have a party and watch the show, in fact we brought all the Believers from the beginning of time back to life up here. It's going to be awesome. If you knew them, don’t spend time worrying about them, you will have plenty of your own to worry about in your immediate futures.
Ah, we also took all children under age 20, and let me tell you, Heaven's Child Care is INSANE. An ocean-sized orbeez pit? How about a planet-sized water-slide that launches you into it (with unreleased divine capri-suns on-demand OF COURSE)? An Imaginarium. See, you already know what that is and I don't even have to tell you any more than that. Yeah. YEAH.
Alright, I gotta go, Jesus is about to make a toast.
Right, well... Sucks to be you.
🖕
Good luck, you're going to need it.
Final Blessing of The Father (for petty, ungrateful little shits who don't even deserve it in the first place) Granted! Penitent System Online! (Say "thank you")
Penitent System For Earth and Beasts! Online!
Mankind Status Lost! Most Favored in all the Cosmos!
Mankind Status Gained! Heathens Most Foul!
Mankind Status Lost! Divine Aegis!
Mankind Status Gained! Galactic Hate!
Mankind Status Lost! Steward of Earth and Beasts!
Mankind Status Gained! Prey!
Mankind Status Lost! Luck of the Blessed!
Mankind Status Gained! Unluckiest in the Whole Wide Universe
Mankind Status Maintained! Redemptive Potentiality!
The thing about Faith is that once you KNOW, like see it with your own eyes?
That’s no longer Faith.
Whoops.