Excerpt from Chapter Seven One Thousand Years Genesage
One Thousand Years: Genesage
“Come"
Tom had lost track of where He was and what was occurring.
"Come."
Tom was back to the present again.
Rose held all of the most pure intents and feelings which flooded through Tom as though the
entire Universe stood still and waited…..,
The strong west wind rolled in like thunder. No one had felt the wind blow hard but this
felt…personal. Caleb and Tom heard what words were said. How could they not as it
seemed to emanate from the ground, the air and their very cells. Burning in intensity its
magnificence was as inspiring as its sheer holiness. Nothing contrary could exist in its
presence and nothing that contradicted the words would survive. They said,
"Thou shalt not kill."
Booming in the thunder a second time all heard the voice. It was everywhere inside and out
and in every fiber of all beings. It was Heard. It was Felt. It was Known. It was God.
It was like the judgments the old timers had gone through in the Tribulation/Holocaust. The
angels flying through the air at times declaring the messages God had declared to them. Back
then everyone had heard. Back then everyone knew what was being said. Everyone knew
that an imminent judgment would occur, they were being warned. And yet, even in the midst
of already occurring judgments it still did not change many minds.
In those days the inevitableness of the words precluded any action, any cessation, it was
simply back then in the Judgments, facts being stated and aftermath was consequential reality
as laws of physics demanded action and reaction. Action had already previously occurred and
incurred a reaction, 6000 years later the reaction came, and it was not late or ever forgotten.
This voice, this word, this was obvious that an imminent judgment was occurring now and no
hesitation was implied or inflected and some action needed to be done to stave off the
resulting verdict.
"No"
Tom with a still formed "no" pursed on his lips almost mindlessly stepped forward and reached
The Rose outstretched limb. With thunder still echoing Caleb stood up and watched as Tom
was gathered closer as Rose with now all her "arms" embraced him and whispered oh so
gently,
"I forgive you."
The heavens felt as though they dissipated instantly and all the building energy of the moment
seemed to deflate. Everyone exhaled as if on cue. It was as if everyone had one breath and
had been holding it. Now they could breathe again. The tension was gone. The judgment
released. The moment passed.
Rose died with Tom in her arms.
It was shocking. No one expected that feeling to hit each and every one of them, but it did. A
ribbon of life taunt and tense as each person had been held in the gaze of rose and given and
received from her now was instantly snapped. The repercussions felt like a rubber band giving
way and snapping. At that moment a great emptiness was suddenly experienced that none had
ever felt before but all knew. All felt it. There was an instant when you almost felt alive in
warmth and inner glow then suddenly a complete and utter vacancy inside. An absence of
emotion. A bankruptcy of feeling. Devoid of the emanations that had been Rose, gravity felt as
though it had increased a hundred fold. Weariness of soul prevailed and all felt loss.
-Excerpt from Chapter Seven of One Thousand Years: Genesage
Tom had lost track of where He was and what was occurring.
"Come."
Tom was back to the present again.
Rose held all of the most pure intents and feelings which flooded through Tom as though the
entire Universe stood still and waited…..,
The strong west wind rolled in like thunder. No one had felt the wind blow hard but this
felt…personal. Caleb and Tom heard what words were said. How could they not as it
seemed to emanate from the ground, the air and their very cells. Burning in intensity its
magnificence was as inspiring as its sheer holiness. Nothing contrary could exist in its
presence and nothing that contradicted the words would survive. They said,
"Thou shalt not kill."
Booming in the thunder a second time all heard the voice. It was everywhere inside and out
and in every fiber of all beings. It was Heard. It was Felt. It was Known. It was God.
It was like the judgments the old timers had gone through in the Tribulation/Holocaust. The
angels flying through the air at times declaring the messages God had declared to them. Back
then everyone had heard. Back then everyone knew what was being said. Everyone knew
that an imminent judgment would occur, they were being warned. And yet, even in the midst
of already occurring judgments it still did not change many minds.
In those days the inevitableness of the words precluded any action, any cessation, it was
simply back then in the Judgments, facts being stated and aftermath was consequential reality
as laws of physics demanded action and reaction. Action had already previously occurred and
incurred a reaction, 6000 years later the reaction came, and it was not late or ever forgotten.
This voice, this word, this was obvious that an imminent judgment was occurring now and no
hesitation was implied or inflected and some action needed to be done to stave off the
resulting verdict.
"No"
Tom with a still formed "no" pursed on his lips almost mindlessly stepped forward and reached
The Rose outstretched limb. With thunder still echoing Caleb stood up and watched as Tom
was gathered closer as Rose with now all her "arms" embraced him and whispered oh so
gently,
"I forgive you."
The heavens felt as though they dissipated instantly and all the building energy of the moment
seemed to deflate. Everyone exhaled as if on cue. It was as if everyone had one breath and
had been holding it. Now they could breathe again. The tension was gone. The judgment
released. The moment passed.
Rose died with Tom in her arms.
It was shocking. No one expected that feeling to hit each and every one of them, but it did. A
ribbon of life taunt and tense as each person had been held in the gaze of rose and given and
received from her now was instantly snapped. The repercussions felt like a rubber band giving
way and snapping. At that moment a great emptiness was suddenly experienced that none had
ever felt before but all knew. All felt it. There was an instant when you almost felt alive in
warmth and inner glow then suddenly a complete and utter vacancy inside. An absence of
emotion. A bankruptcy of feeling. Devoid of the emanations that had been Rose, gravity felt as
though it had increased a hundred fold. Weariness of soul prevailed and all felt loss.
-Excerpt from Chapter Seven of One Thousand Years: Genesage
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