A warm, soft wind blew and I felt the presence of the Creator's Spirit enveloping me in a comforting hug.
*"You don't have to do this alone,"* the Creator told me. *"Didn't I tell you before? I am here. Do not be afraid."*
*"Help me,"* I sobbed. *"I can't do this. Forgiving is so hard. How come other people can go without forgiving but you're demanding the impossible of me? Look at what they did. It's not fair. I want to obey you but when I look at these people, I just - can't."*
*"Are you willing to let me take over and walk you through it?"* the Creator asked. *"Are you ready for me to help you deal with it no matter how painful it is?"*
*"I don't want to. Can I not do it?"* I cried in His embrace.
*"Let me tell you a story. My story. Are you willing?"* the Creator asked me in a gentle and understanding voice.
"Alright," I agreed, jumping at the chance to procrastinate and avoid looking at my list any further.
I was swept up in the Creator's Spirit and carried to walk through His memories with Him. He explained the culture and the circumstances around those times as I went. It wasn't bad at first.
I saw how He had created the world with His words of power and how he had breathed life into the first man and woman. I saw how his enemy had been one of the brightest and strongest of His subordinates and how it had hurt His heart when a third of the ministering spirits followed that powerful subordinate, joining hands to revolt against Him. Those beautiful ministering spirits had been cast out, and in the absence of His presence, they turned into the black, smelly and ugly demonic spirits of today.
"All those who break or disobey the Law and my Words to obey the enemy no longer belong to Me," the Creator Father said. "They belong to the enemy, meaning they become criminals. Those who break the Law as criminals, must be put to death. That is the Law."
I saw how he had tried over and over to put things right after the first man and woman had been tricked by his enemy. His enemy had attempted to thwart Him at every turn, just to hurt Him more and get back at Him for throwing him out of the Heavenlies. Just because he was jealous and envious of the Creator, his previous love and adoration had turned to hate. And when the Creator's enemy had made that fateful decision to turn away from all he knew was good and right to indulge in his dark emotions, he had known he would have no forgiveness or return or hope for forgiveness because he had purposely broken one of the most unbreakable laws.
A subordinate who betrays His master, no matter whether the master can forgive him or not, can no longer be trusted. And in this case, as much as it pained the Creator, He was bound by the very Laws He had made or the universe would have fallen apart. In order to protect the universe, that subordinate had been condemned to an eternal punishment. Eternal, because he had known better, but had purposely gone against the Law, and would continue to fight against the Creator without a care for anybody else's safety.
Gripping hold of the Creator, I watched as the world had descended into chaos, perversion and twisted madness with atrocities happening one after the other. The enemy had let his fellow black spirits out to create carnage and what they wanted to drown out the pain and anger in their hearts. Some of them had been tricked by the enemy and they hated their leaders and that black spirit who had once been the most powerful and beautiful of all of them. It was his fault that they were in this predicament and it was their fault for believing his sweet words.
The Creator had tried many ways of correcting the madness, to the point of flooding the world. He had worked hard to guide and speak to people. But people were… people. Limited by their narrow fields of vision, stubbornness and flaws. People wanted to do things their own ways for their own pleasure. They didn't want to follow Him.
I saw Him make friends with some humans and try to keep alive that hope and spark that would enable Him to intervene in the world to protect His friends and their families. He tried to teach His Laws that would help them break free from the rulership of the enemy. There were so many ups and downs.
I saw the miracle of His virgin birth when he decided to take off His godhood and humble himself to become a man, just like any one of us. Hoping to be able to reach more people and prepare Himself to be that ultimate blood sacrifice all humanity needed, so that He could redeem or buy us back from His enemy.
Growing up under the suspicion and ridicule of His neighbours, He didn't allow their words to cut Him. He stayed steady and peaceful, helping his parents and siblings as they grew up, protecting them from bullies. Seeing Him like that, He would have been the perfect big brother. It was a pity I had never had a big brother like him.
I cheered for Him in excitement when He began doing the work He said His Father had sent Him to do. I looked at Him with sparkling eyes when I saw all the good things He had done. The Creator was really the first of all the talented ability users in the world.
He helped the poor, healed the sick, made the lame to walk and the blind to see. He even raised people from the dead!
*"Creator Father, You're my hero!"* I exclaimed, seeing all He had done and how He had taught crowds and crowds of people, telling stories of worth and power. I could feel the power of the words in those stories, so that if anyone grasped the key to understanding, they could unlock a whole new way of comprehending the world.
But then His own elders tried to capture and kill Him. They plotted against Him and in the end, one of His best friends betrayed Him. And as His time to become the sacrifice in the cutting of that ultimate blood covenant, I saw His enemy rejoicing and finding all the ways He could be trampled upon. When he sweated drops of blood while He prayed and hoped He wouldn't have to go through what was to come, I sweated with Him, feeling the awful dread in the pit of my own stomach. Because He already knew what was going to happen and He knew it was going to hurt, yet, in the end, His love overrode what He wanted.
He gritted His teeth and stepped out to do the job He had come to the earth to do. My heart tightened and I clutched His arm, while He watched His memories with me.
He was beaten, bruised and whipped into a bloody wreck. I thought I could even see bone when the whip they used tore strips of flesh from His back. When they jammed a crown of thorns on His head, I had wept and hidden my face in His clothes, while He stood beside me watching.
They nailed Him down and hoisted Him up for all to see. To humiliate and ridicule Him. They said such nasty things. It reminded me of how my tribe had also spoken of me and tried to cast me out.
The punishment and weight of all the wrongdoings of the world - past, present and future were heaped on Him when He took the place of all humanity to be punished and killed for breaking the Law. So this was why an a sinless man had to be used for the ultimate blood covenant. It was not just the cutting of a blood covenant, but a sin sacrifice as well. It was the ultimate sacrifice for all those who broke the Law. In this one death, He had done so many things. I glimpsed there was more but I was starting to feel a bit overwhelmed by how much He had done in the name of love.
They tortured Him to the point of death but He refused to die until He knew the time was right. And then, He forgave them.
How could He forgive them after they had done all that to Him?
*"How could you do it? How could you forgive them? Look what they did to You!"* I shouted and pointed and wept.
And then He died and the whole earth shook. All of creation cried.
I saw how His Spirit was dragged down by His enemy to the depths of hell, where His enemy was planning to imprison and torture Him for the rest of time. His enemy celebrated and threw a party, thinking that He had finally won. That perhaps He had finally defeated his old master.
Except down there in the depths of hell, something magical happened. The Creator broke free. I watched, cheering and jumping in excitement as He fought with the enemy for the dominion and keys to hell and death, so that He could have a say in who died, and who went where after their physical bodies had been shed. The enemy would be unable to claim they were all his.
When He came to life, I glimpsed a Law and power far beyond all those I had ever known. I didn't quite comprehend it. All I knew was that when He rose from the grave, the enemy's reign over the earth had ended. The authority to rule over the earth had been returned to the humans, because the Creator had done all of this clothed in the strength and power of a human, boosted by His original godly power.
I saw His frightened friends who had been left on earth grieving for Him. Missing Him. And when He came back, He walked with them and talked with them and taught them many things until He returned to His place in the Courts of Heaven. We skipped past most of that. The Creator instead, brought me to a scene of where all His friends were hiding in a room and praying. Waiting for Him to turn up and teach them what to do.
There was a whooshing and a gushing of warm wind and the whole building shook. The warm wind entered and filled the room, sweeping over and through the spirits of all the people praying together in that room. They were drenched with it and imbued with power and strength with it from on high, manifesting as little flames of fire on their heads because of the intensity and denseness of spiritual power.
"You! That's you! That's Your Spirit!" I tugged at the Creator's sleeve again. "You really…"
And I witnessed the birth of the language of the judges and the words of power being interpreted into all the languages around the world. I recognised my own gift and ability being birthed.
Unable to speak and looking at the Creator with big eyes, I tugged on His sleeve, pointing. He stroked my head and nodded His understanding.
"The gift of tongues or languages, the speaking and the interpretation thereof. Look. This is its original purpose."
All those people in the room who had formerly been so scared and uncertain of what to do next had been injected with the boldness and power from on high, as well as the gifting of abilities. Some of them weren't far different from me in personality. They impulsively rushed out of the room and into the streets to tell everyone they could see and meet the good news.
What they wanted to do just so happened to be in line with the Spirit. The way they spoke and the words of power they used. The way the words were declared and broadcast… I was in awe.
They did all the miracles and signs and wonders that the Creator had done while He had walked on the earth and more. Just a shadow of one of them passing by was enough contact for the sick person's belief to be the key that gave the permission for the Creator to work through His friends in order to heal the sick.
Loopholes. The Creator was making use of loopholes in the Law and in order to try to keep helping His people.
Just like He used the loophole of the Law to come to the earth as a man in order to take the place of every person on earth so that they wouldn't all have to die and forever belong to the enemy, since it was impossible for humans not to do something wrong at some point in their lives. He had exploited that loophole in order to save us.