For centuries I was called Charon the Boatman who would
bring you to the far shore for a Danake.
It was a life of wonder to hear the new souls terrified by the
lamentations of those who had crossed before, they would often dip their
fingers in the river taken to wonder by the souls passing beneath the still
waters. I would wonder why there was no
fear only curiosity. Once I asked a man
who sat quietly letting his fingers trail small swirls as if he were fishing
for the lost souls, he looked at me upon my question as if I were a school
child. "I have no fear because I
know the life I have lived. I am a
confident man. These visions hold no
fear for a good person." With that
answer I never asked again this question.
I could understand the curiosity of a new world. Fear was often forgotten over a healthy
source of adventure. Even those souls
who were damned knew themselves and were not surprised or frightened of what they
were witnessing.
The
only time I would ever see fear or astonishment on the face of one I was
ferrying would be if they were a royal or noble or a religious figure. They would always amuse me with their
shock. I would often wonder if the
priests had ever listened to one note of advice they had given during their
tenure in the world above. In life they
lived lavish, but here they live in eternal regret, voices echoing of the cold
stone walls of the cavern that Styx runs through. The longer I have done this the less
surprised I would be by the astonishment of these who would lord over
others. When they come here there are no
servants or slaves to lord over, there is nothing but their own hearts heavy
with sin to create endless torment until they are reborn.
Rebirth
is real, I promise you not only pay for your sins in death but you will also
pay for them in the next life. As a
noted scientist of yours said. "Energy can neither be created nor
destroyed." I thought with this
singular line of truth even the most hardened skeptic would understand that
death is not the finality you perceive it to be. I found it disheartening to see how advanced
your technology has become but how far your intellect and wonder has
receded. Why do you not still look to
the sky with wonder? Why are you not
fascinated with the constant cycle of death and rebirth playing out like a
drama on a stage before your very eyes, and never acknowledge that even you are
part of this cycle. I think one sleeps
easier if they believe their action incur no debt for them. Debt is incurred by all even those that see themselves
as above the rest. Your debt is incurred
more than those you feign pity on. You
will see me on your last day, at your last moment to collect on your debt. You have all and share none, and you believe
you can escape me? I laugh.
I am
Death, you cannot negotiate with me. I
will not take pity on you, I will only bring to where you have sent
yourself. So stop being surprised by the
state you enter upon your death, you are just reaping the seeds you have sown
since birth. It is not for me to understand
you but for you to understand yourself.
But I
must confess my own lamentation. In the
current century I have seen more lost people cross the river than all who have
come before you. My dead heart has begun
to eat for you and I am ashamed to admit I care about what will become of
you. I can see your holy father,
powerless to save you. He often exclaims
his dismay at having gifted to you free will, for what you have done with that
power has been the decline of your species.
His entities or angels work in the shadows to free you but the evil in
your hearts persists and it has come to overtake you. You may feel as though you are separate from
one another but you are not. You are a
singular entity of many parts, but of one whole. I implore you what you do to yourself and
your own heart you do to all those who have life. The realm of the dead is overflowing with the
cries of the forlorn. There is no song
of joy in the far hills any longer. The
angels have stopped singing and the gods have stopped watching. The dark one has borne his victory flag and
you are a species lost in his embrace.
Again I implore you pull back before it is too late.
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