The Lord our Blog
By pepsoid
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I look into His eyes and I know that He is The One.
He is not The First Man, but He is, for me, The Only Man. He is the man who I will give all of my energy to, all of my time. I will devote myself to Him. I will give Him my heart, my body, my soul. I will worship Him. He is Everything. He is what I have been looking for all my life. He is my Completion. He is my Angel. He is my God.
* * *
Krillum Duralon Splot III came upon the fragment in a tiny data-stream in the Archives of Nar’nya. It almost passed him by. It would have done if he had not trained his extended neural construct to detect frequencies of significance in a far greater range than those of his fellow data trawlers. He prided himself on being held in particularly high regard amongst The Council of a Thousand Worlds. There was something, however, about this latest discovery that made his sensors tingle in a way he had never known before.
* * *
He approaches me in a Halo of Light. He is all Goodness, all Hope, all Joy. I wish to embrace Him, to envelope myself in His Warmth, but at the same time I fear that as His Divine Essence infuses me, I will lose myself. We will merge. I will become an extension of Him and He of me, and in our Conjoining we will surpass our physical natures and become a single being of pure, unpolluted Love... He comes! He reaches. I melt at His touch.
* * *
Krillum dug deeper. He sent out further delicate probes, careful not to disrupt the integrity of the fragments he had already found. He knew that, as soon as he was able, he should send the fragments to a storage node, but he also knew that in doing so, he would have to briefly raise his focus above the narrow frequency band in which the data-stream was located. He would only have to do so for mere milliseconds, but potentially that’s all it would take for the fragments to effectively vanish from his field of perception. It was a risk. Store what he had found so far or keep digging and possibly lose everything... forever? He considered his options for 0.0042 seconds. He kept digging.
* * *
Has He got Greater Things on His mind? Bigger Things? Does He have hopes and dreams for the future of All Humanity? I wonder this as we meld into a blissful state of Spiritual Oneness. I look into His eyes, which are as deep as an ocean, as dark as the Vast Eternal Firmament. What is behind them? What Destiny does He contemplate? What Monumental Truths does His conceal within those Orbs of Passionate Longing? He smiles at me, He reads me, He silences my thoughts with a Brush of His Lips more delicate than the gentle breeze from a Butterfly’s Wing. We Conjoin in Blissful Union once more.
* * *
This is what Krillum had been looking for all his life! It would, he was sure, prove to be the most significant find since the Gnostic Gospels. It was the culmination of his centuries of trawling, the purpose behind his entire existence. It would rejuvenate the faith of the Thousand Worlds, inject new life into the Old Religion, extend the power of the Council beyond the realms of the mere physical. And the prestige of being the one responsible for its discovery! It was time to store.
* * *
Sated, Serene, Reborn. I am who I was always meant to be. I have done what I came here to do. I could die tomorrow and feel like I have lived a Thousand Years. I have fulfilled my Purpose. And now He will Rise, move on and fulfil His. He will walk His Path. He will spread His Light amongst the World.
* * *
The Council was pleased. “You have done well, Krillum Duralon Splot III. You have surpassed all our expectations of you, and you will be rewarded accordingly.” The councillor raised his staff. Blue electricity crackled at its ornate tip. “Kneel before me, Krillum Duralon Splot III.” Krillum did so. His eyes were filled with the rapture of this poignant moment. The councillor lowered his staff, pointed its crackling tip directly at Krillum. This is it! - thought Krillum. This is my time! My whole life, all the searching, all the hoping, has arrived at this-- The blue lightning bolt brought his thoughts to a swift halt.
* * *
Lucy switched off the computer, then picked up her mobile phone. She scrolled through the address book, stopping at the name “Steve.” She bit her bottom lip. Her thumb hovered over the dial key. With her free hand, she twirled and twirled and twirled on her hair. She gritted her teeth and dialled.
One ring...
Two...
Three...
(Has he forgotten about me already? Was our time together so awful to him?) Four...
Five...
(Hang up... hang up... He doesn’t care about you any more...) Six...
(You’re just another notch on his bed post... At best, another “friend” on his MySpace account...) Seven...
(Don’t put yourself through this, Lucy... He’s not worth it!) Eight...
(Hang up...) Nine...
(JUST HANG--!!!) ‘Hello?’
‘Hello, who’s this?’ ‘It’s Lucy.’
‘Sorry, I didn’t recognise your number.’ That’s alright... I was just wondering if y--’
‘Sorry, Lucy, I’ve gotta go... I’ll ring you later, okay?’ ‘Uhh... yeah, okay, no problem... I just thought--’
He hung up.
She put her mobile phone down on the bed beside her.
She sat at the computer desk, switched on the computer and logged back onto the web page she was on previously.
She began to write...
* * *
He has already moved on. It was to be expected. I am a mere mortal and He is a God.
* * *
Her hands hovered over the keyboard.
‘Stupid,’ she said.
She then clicked on [Delete], switched off and packed her college bag.
[ the end ]
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