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163 | Evan and His Dad Discuss Tempters, Riots, and the Savior
163 | Evan and His Dad Discuss Tempters, Riots, and the Savior
Chapter 1: Evan and His Dad Discuss Tempters Causing Riots and Negative Emotions
Chapter 1: Evan and His Dad Discuss Tempters Causing Riots and Negative Emotions
As Evan and his dad discuss Tempters causing riots and negative emotions, the tension in the room mirrors the chaos on the screen. The air in the living room feels heavy.
A low, throbbing hum vibrates through the walls, like a storm trapped inside the television. On the screen, another city burns. Crowds scream and shove, but it’s not just a protest. The people shimmer with jagged, red-black energy that claws at Evan’s nerves.
He looks away. His chest feels too tight, as if the same rage and fear pouring out of the TV is trying to pour into him.
Dad sits in his worn armchair, but he isn’t watching the news. He’s watching Evan’s hands, which tremble despite Evan trying to steady them.
“Is it better to hold our negative feelings inside,” Evan asks quietly, “or let them explode?”
The words surprise even him. “Is all this fear, anger, and hatred bad for my soul?”
It feels like I’m swallowing hot coals to keep from screaming, he thinks.
Dad sighs. It’s the sound of someone who has seen too much and still cares. “There is a deliberate push to stir up dark emotions,” he says, nodding at the screen. “Video games, movies, novels—so much of it is designed to make people angry, hateful, and afraid.
“They’re given no honest way to resolve those feelings. When the pressure builds, it spills out as arguments, riots, and insanity.”
Onscreen, a car flips. Someone throws a bottle. Police lines waver.
“People are fed hate, fear, and anger,” Dad continues, “until they’re full to the brim. It’s like a bomb paused mid-explosion.
“A frozen explosion just waiting for someone to hit ‘play.’”
Evan pictures it: millions of people locked in slow motion, their emotions frozen right at the breaking point.
“And when it gets too much,” Dad adds, “a lot of people just… shut down. They turn off the news, turn off their feelings, and stand by, pretending not to see.”
A frozen explosion, Evan repeats silently.
He imagines grey static wrapping around people like ice. It protects them from the heat but traps them in numbness.
“It looks like some people enjoy the brief surge of dark emotion,” he says, thinking about online comment wars and violent memes. “They say they can’t control it. They blame whoever ‘triggered’ them.”
“Bullies,” Dad says, “turn those perverse emotions into empowerment to commit crimes and then claim they had no other choice.”
Evan leans forward, unsettled. “Every new movie feels twisted,” he says. “Hidden agendas in everything. Perversions, crime, corruption, and people cheer for ‘heroes’ who act like villains.
“Why is there so much deliberate promotion of dark emotions now?”
“There are millions of people,” Dad replies, “who feel powerless. They see tragedy everywhere and feel they can’t change any of it.
“To stop the pain, they plug their feelings. But when they cut off their emotions, they block both the ugly and the virtuous ones.”
“This isn’t natural,” Evan whispers. The hum in the room seems to deepen. “Who is pushing this?”
“Tempters,” Dad says.
The word hangs in the air like a cold draft.
"There you go again, blaming everything evil on invisible, indestructible demons. Even claims. Why can't you just blame it on mankind's instinctual, violent, greedy and perverted nature?"
“I have a human body and do not have any of those qualities. Tempters encourage negative emotions. Stir them. Twist them. That creates stress.”
In the corner of the room, Evan almost sees something—a smear of oily blackness that coils back into the shadows when he focuses on it.
“Most people try to hold their rage inside,” Dad continues. “They believe they’re being good by not exploding.
“But they get pushed right to the edge of their self-control.
“They feel oppressed. Enslaved. Bullied. They wait and wait for a hero who never seems to arrive.”
Dad’s eyes darken. “Some get tired of waiting. They start looking for a target they can see.
“Tempters stay hidden. So people attack whoever is standing in front of them.
“They lose their discernment. They lash out at bystanders. Their frozen explosion finally unfreezes—and they go temporarily insane.
“It is not an accident. It is a Tempter tactic to create chaos.”
Evan closes his eyes.
Behind his eyelids, the world becomes a glowing grid: lines of energy connecting cities, streets, screens, and hearts. Some lines pulse calmly. Others throb, ready to blow.
“I can feel it,” he says. “I can sense the pressure building. And sometimes, I see where it bursts.”
Tempters have lit the fuse, he thinks. And they’re waiting for the line of fire to reach the dynamite.
“There are sparks everywhere,” he says. “Small riots, waves of rebellion, and under all of it—threads leading toward a larger war.”
Outside, in the capital city, one of those threads is burning.
A vast crowd presses against the iron gates of the government complex, a storm of bodies and voices. Their combined aura swirls in muddy reds and oranges—rage, fear, desperation.
“We want justice!” they shout. “We want our invisible oppressors punished! The government must do something!”
On a high balcony, a set of tall doors swings open. A government official steps out, looking small and pale against the granite.
He grips the railing, gazing down into the storm.
“We have done everything we can,” he says, speaking into a bank of microphones. His voice booms and distorts through the speakers. “We have opened our borders, defunded the police, and stopped enforcing laws.
“We have borrowed money to give people their daily bread. We have tried to distract you with entertainment, news, and promises.”
“That is not enough!” the crowd roars. “We need a target—or you will become our target!”
The official blanches.
“Oh my,” he mutters, mic still on. “That is not acceptable… even if it is accurate.”
He forces a smile. “We will provide an enemy. We will give you Sir Inflation as your oppressor. If you control your spending, you can destroy him.”
“We don’t earn enough to cover basic costs!” the citizens shout back. “We need more free stuff!”
The official wipes sweat from his forehead. “Oh my. We will try harder to make you happy.
“We will create a worse enemy—a larger one. We now present: the elusive, ever-expanding Sir Climate Crisis as your main oppressor.
“We, your leaders, will attack this enemy on your behalf by enforcing new restrictions on citizens and businesses.”
The crowd quiets for a heartbeat.
Then a low growl rises.
“We will eventually, grudgingly go along with whatever you say will save the planet,” they reply. “But that is not an acceptable target for our built-up fear, hatred, and anger.
“You keep making us responsible for the problems you create.
“We refuse to blame ourselves.
“Give us an enemy we can see. Someone we can fear, hate, and finally attack.
“If you don’t, you become our enemy.
“Our stress is ready to explode.
“We want war.”
They slam against the barricades.
“Give us an enemy,” they chant. “Or we choose you.”
Back in the living room, Evan watches a live feed on his phone. The red “LIVE” icon in the corner feels like a warning light.
They don’t want a real solution, he realizes. They want a target.
They want something to destroy as a way of seeking revenge.
Chapter 2: The Government Official and the Crowd Negotiate a Scapegoat for Their Anger
Chapter 2: The Government Official and the Crowd Negotiate a Scapegoat for Their Anger
As the government official and the crowd negotiate a scapegoat for their anger, the political situation deteriorates into chaos. The standoff at the capital building sharpens.
The air churns with charged particles. Evan can almost feel it through the screen—like static crawling over his skin.
The official on the balcony looks out at the seething mass below. His aura flashes between pale yellow fear and hard, metallic grey.
“How dare you threaten us?” he shouts. The speaker twists his voice into a harsh bark. “We will increase your taxes, silence your protests, and reprogram your children.”
A wave of harsh laughter rises from the street.
“So what?” the citizens answer as one. “You already do all that.”
The official grips the railing tighter. “How dare you not fear us?” he snarls. “We will put you on watch lists, label you as terrorists, threaten you, imprison you.”
“You already do that too,” the crowd replies. Their energy pulses; Evan sees it in his mind as dark waves crashing against the building. “Our fuses are lit. We will explode.
“That is not a threat.
“It is a promise.
“We will vote you out. We will replace you with leaders who promise to stop creating new problems and blame someone else for our current problems.
“We will choose leaders who expose and oppose the Tempters.”
They really think the system will fix itself, Evan thinks grimly. The shadows behind the curtain always survive the actors on the stage.
The official’s face changes.
The fear drains away, and something older, colder, slides into place.
His aura darkens into a deep, opaque black.
“Now you have gone too far,” he says softly—too softly. The mics still pick up every word.
“The Tempters are the ancient, invisible, untouchable men behind the curtain.
“You cannot un-elect them.
“They were never elected.
“You cannot fire them.
“The unseen tempters write the rules.
“They have always been in control.
“There is nothing you can do.”
The crowd churns, but they don’t step back.
“That is irrelevant,” they roar. “We are not looking for genuine change. We are looking for an outlet.
“Our perverse feelings must be released.
“A million tornadoes are spinning above our heads. They are about to drop.
“The Tempters behind a flimsy curtain. They think anonymity protects them.
“We want war.
“Give us a target we can attack.”
The official narrows his eyes. “Are you attempting to blackmail the Tempters?” he asks. “That is their specialty. You do not get to use it on them.”
“The time is short,” the citizens chant. Their combined aura deepens into a bruised orange storm. “This is your last warning.
“The flood is already moving. You cannot stop it.
“Either sit still and be washed away—or redirect us.
“Any government will do. Any nation will do.
“Point us somewhere, or we break you.”
Onscreen, the official turns and confers with someone in the shadows behind him.
He leans back into the mics.
“How about Russia?” he says. “China? Middle Eastern terrorists?”
The crowd hesitates—the energy stutters—not from mercy, but from calculation.
“Those could work,” they call back, “but we are told we are currently ‘friendly’ with them.
“We have not been told to hate all their citizens.
“We need a country we are authorized to despise completely. Its leaders. It's people. It's a flag.
“We need someone else to blame for everything we don’t want to face inside ourselves.
“As long as we have an outside enemy, we never have to say, ‘This is partly our fault.’
“We want a real war we can see, not a vague crisis we can’t punch.
“We are ready. Our missiles of hatred and anger are armed.
“You are the target.
“Unless you give us a better one.”
The official licks his lips. “Let us… think,” he says slowly, “about which country to label as the scapegoat enemy.”
Evan can’t watch anymore.
He turns off the feed and stares at the blank screen, seeing it anyway—the crowd, the balcony, the invisible hands rearranging lives.
They’re all being led to slaughter, he realizes. And they’re begging for the knife.
“The Tempters are the real enemy,” he whispers. “They’re the ones behind the curtain.
“They want war.
“The Tempters profit from it.
“They feed on it.”
Chapter 3: Evan and His Dad Envision the Absolvers Celebrating the Savior Returning to Grant Escapism
Chapter 3: Evan and His Dad Envision the Absolvers Celebrating the Savior Returning to Grant Escapism
As Evan and his dad envision the Absolvers celebrating the Savior returning to grant escapism, the mood in the house shifts heavily. The tension in the room doesn’t fade. It changes.
Dad’s gaze slides away from the screen, as if looking into a time that hasn’t happened yet but is already loaded and waiting.
“In the future,” he says slowly, “an email goes out across the world.
“It says: The Savior returns tomorrow.”
Evan feels his heartbeat quicken. He pictures inboxes lighting up like a global alarm.
“Believers,” Dad says, “feel sudden, wild relief. The Absolvers—those who believe they are guaranteed forgiveness—throw a final party.
“To celebrate being saved.
“To celebrate their eternal vacation.”
In Evan’s mind, crowds gather again—but this time in homes, churches, plazas. Laughter. Singing. Dancing. A bright, frantic joy hangs over them, thin and flickering like neon light over an empty room.
“‘Praise the Lord!’” Dad says, mimicking their voices. “‘Let us rejoice in our all-forgiving Redeemer.
“‘We expect to be excused from all accountability for our sins, because we were made to be miserable, worthless sinners.
“We have earned Heaven by being patient bystanders—long-suffering witnesses to the darkness on Earth.
“The Savior is arriving just in time. We were about to give up believing and fight back against our oppressors.
“Good thing we didn’t. Now we are home free.’”
They’re not looking for transformation, Evan realizes. They’re looking for escape.
“Next,” Dad continues, “they decide how to spend their last day on Earth.”
In Evan’s vision, the Absolvers shout:
“We can indulge in drugs, alcohol, and wild sex one last time.
“Tomorrow we are forgiven, made perfect, and taken to Heaven.
“We can’t wait to watch the non-believers get sent away to be tortured. The evil on Earth is all their fault because they refused to share our fantasy blind beliefs.”
In the alleys and corners of the same cities, another group—the Heathen—shrug and echo: “We can indulge in drugs, alcohol, and sex today—for tomorrow we die.”
They’re doing the same thing, Evan thinks. One group paints it holy.
The Absolvers then rush to “prepare” for Judgment Day.
“‘We must gather our boxes of pictures,’” Dad narrates. “All the terrible things Bullies did to Victims.
“‘We stood by like patient spectators, recording crimes, riots, and oppression.
“‘We believed our Creator saw it and allowed it, so we didn’t dare step in.
“Now we’ll hand our Savior evidence: photos, recordings, proof.
“‘He will be pleased we documented everything so carefully on our phones.’”
“Wait,” Evan cuts in. “They think watching and filming suffering is a virtue?
“They think screenshots of pain merit eternal pleasure?”
Dad’s smile is tired and sad. “They confuse documentation with discipleship,” he says. “They think pointing at someone else’s evil makes their own passivity holy.”
The image lingers: a humanity celebrating its own bystanding, clutching digital scrapbooks of misery as if they’re VIP passes to Paradise.
Chapter 4: The Savior Hovers in the Sky and Confronts the Absolvers and Abby About Lacking Mystic Power
Chapter 4: The Savior Hovers in the Sky and Confronts the Absolvers and Abby About Lacking Mystic Power
As the Savior hovers in the sky and confronts the Absolvers and Abby about lacking mystic power, the world witnesses an impossible dawn. The next morning, the sky doesn’t just get brighter.
It tears.
A blinding cloud of glory bursts across the heavens, stretching from horizon to horizon. It hovers over the entire flat Earth like a second sun.
A presence fills the air—weighty, electric, impossible to ignore.
“Hello,” a voice says.
It doesn’t come from one direction. It vibrates through the atmosphere itself, through stone, skin, and bone.
“I am in the neighborhood,” the Savior says, “so I decide to stop by and see how mankind is progressing.”
Evan and Dad stand on their front porch, shielding their eyes.
“How is everyone seeing Him at once?” Evan asks. “If the Earth is a sphere, He can only be directly above one region at a time.”
“Many Absolvers expected Him to appear over just Jerusalem,” Dad says.
“Have they all moved there, then?” Evan asks. “So they won’t miss it?”
“Wherever Absolvers live,” Dad replies, “they expect the Savior to come to them.”
Evan squints up at the sky—the figure hovers directly above their town.
“So what happens,” he asks, “if He appears where they can’t see Him?”
“Good question,” Dad says dryly. “To keep things simple in this story, pretend Earth is flat.
“That way, everyone can see Him at once.
“This doesn’t bother Absolvers. They are trained to accept impossible, illogical scenarios as Truth—as long as it comforts them.”
In the streets below, Absolvers throw up their hands.
“Welcome, great Savior!” they shout.
“It’s about time you returned!
“We understand if you don’t want to come all the way down into this filthy, corrupt world.
“The Earth is rotting with crime and immorality.”
They wave their phones like offerings.
“We can’t wait to go on vacation!” they cry. “We trust you will bring free tickets for all of us.
“We nearly gave up. What took you so long?”
The Savior looks down.
His light glows with a soft, sorrowful gold.
“I waited,” He says, “for my brothers and sisters to become like our Father and like me.”
The Absolvers nod excitedly.
“We are like you,” they insist. “We are weak. People hurt us.
“Some of us are tortured and killed, just as you were. We have photos.
“Many are poor and homeless. We feed hungry wanderers sometimes. We have photos of that, too.”
They gesture proudly to their party setups.
“We have children as single parents. We ask for our daily bread every day. We use our free will to keep our wine flowing.
“We may not make it as you did, but we never run out.
“You’ll be so proud when you taste our upgraded wine.”
The Savior’s voice darkens, like thunder far away.
“I expected you to do greater things,” He says.
“We have done greater things,” the Absolvers brag. “We improved wine into whisky, vodka and beer.
“We invented stronger marijuana. It gets us high and closer to you.
“We call it ‘holy smoke.’ We sit and meditate, enjoying everything.”
From where he stands, Evan sees the “holy smoke”: a thick, grey energy clinging to their auras like wet ash.
“Why don’t they understand?” he asks Dad quietly. “He wants them filled with true Holy Spirit—wisdom, virtues, and mystic powers. Not merry-want-to-be fumes.”
“The Tempters trick them,” Dad answers. “They convince Believers that the Savior is the only one allowed to be like the Father.
“One-of-a-kind. Untouchable.
“No one else is supposed to truly imitate Him.”
The Savior’s face grows stern.
“Apparently, mankind has not evolved,” He says. “People still steal, assault, murder, and rape.
Crowd, "True, we have pictures of everything. Take them all away so your fan club will be happy.
Savior says, “The wealthy are self-centered. The powerful are oppressive.
“People drown themselves in drugs and alcohol. Souls remain long-suffering bystanders, always waiting for a hero.”
He raises His voice.
“I have come to recruit one billion new disciples. Will all masterful spiritual warriors please step forward?”
Silence.
No one moves.
The Absolvers look at each other, confused. No one ever told them they were supposed to become warriors.
“I showed you how to be empowered,” the Savior says. “How to draw down and direct mystic light. How to cast out demons, multiply your talents, and perform miracles.
“Will all who have done so step forward?”
Still, no one steps.
“I showed you how to grow mystic wisdom and divine virtues until your mind, heart, and self-control resemble our Father’s,” He calls. “All who have done this—step forward.”
The crowd silently steps back.
They’ve always been warned that claiming any resemblance to their Savior is blasphemy.
Finally, one woman pushes to the front.
Abby.
She lifts her chin, eyes blazing.
“You insult us,” she shouts. “You hurt our feelings.
“We are the majority, and you must do what we say.
“WE have all signed contracts designating the Savior as our redeemer. I say it is time for the Savior to do His job and save us—right now.
“All in favor, say AYE.”
A roar explodes from the masses.
“AYE!”
The blast of entitlement is so strong that even the Savior covers His ears.
Chapter 5: Abby Threatens Legal Action and the Absolvers Leap from Buildings Expecting the Savior to Catch Them
Chapter 5: Abby Threatens Legal Action and the Absolvers Leap from Buildings Expecting the Savior to Catch Them
As Abby threatens legal action and the Absolvers leap from buildings expecting the Savior to catch them, reality begins to unravel violently. The air shakes with the crowd’s demand.
The Savior stands in His cloud of light, eyes glowing, shoulders heavy with a sorrow older than the world.
“The majority,” He says, “has no power in the mystic world.”
Abby doesn’t flinch.
Her aura flares orange—defensive, outraged.
“You must use your great power to lift us out of this misery,” she yells. “You let it happen.
“Human wickedness is entirely your fault.
“You could have stopped the darkness.
“You chose not to.
“You employed the Tempters to trick us—after creating us weak and indulgent.
“Then you threatened us with eternal torture when we failed your impossible tests.
“This mess is yours. Now you have to clean it up. We are out of patience. Someone else must pay the price for our transgressions. This is the way!”
The Savior’s light flickers—not with weakness, but with something like heartbreak.
“We consulted our sanctified lawyers,” Abby continues, voice rising. “We prepared a massive group class-action lawsuit against the Savior for failure to perform his assigned duty.
“This is your last chance to raise your worthless, miserable, but blindly faithful friends into glory.
“We demand front-row seats to watch you destroy all non-believers.”
A single tear of radiant light slips down the Savior’s cheek.
“How dare you threaten me with legal action?” He cries out.
His tone is more wounded than afraid.
“Woe to me. Now you wound my heart again.
“Give me several days to explain the Truth so you may cast out your false beliefs.”
“We waited long enough!” Abby screams. “We already are like you!
“We demand our eternal vacation. We want it now.”
“Anger and vengeance,” the Savior says gently, “are not like our Father.”
“We are acting like our father who adopted us,” Abby snaps back. “He is sometimes angry and vengeful.
“No more delays.
“All together now! On three, we jump.
“One. Two. Three.
“Up, up, and away!”
The world convulses.
Millions of Absolvers bend their knees and hurl themselves upward.
On rooftops, crowds sprint toward the edge. They shove one another for a higher launch point—as if altitude equals holiness.
They leap, faces blazing with wild certainty.
They believe gravity will surrender.
“Don’t say it,” Evan whispers, sick. “Please don’t say they actually think belief cancels physics.”
Their fantasies puffed them up, he realizes—not by wisdom, virtue, or real power.
In the sky, it’s worse.
Wealthy Absolvers have rented every available plane.
Jets swarm around the Savior’s cloud like flies around a lightbulb. Pilots squint into the blinding radiance, half-blinded.
Wings clip wings.
A chain of collisions rips through the air. Metal tears. Engines scream.
Cabin doors burst open.
“We have multiplied our talents!” the rich shout as they leap from their planes. “We expect a greater welcome than the poor below!”
They dive toward the cloud, arms outstretched.
They expect to be caught.
The Savior lowers His head.
His cry shakes the flat Earth.
“Oh, my cherished brothers and sisters,” He calls, “why have you forsaken me?”
He closes His eyes.
He prays—not to stop the fall, but for understanding to reach them before they hit.
On the ground far below, they watch in stunned horror as bodies fall.
“Oh Lord, please save them!” they scream. “They faithfully believed everything they were told!
“They never questioned their sanctified leaders. They assumed every promise must be true.
“They trusted fantasies instead of Truth.
“Surely, you won’t let your biggest fans die…”
The Savior lifts His hand.
There is a series of soft but unmistakable thuds.
“Ouch,” Evan whispers.
There is no laugh in the word—only grief.
Chapter 6: The Savior Explains the Inner Crystic Conscience, and Evan Realizes He Must Work to Master His Soul
Chapter 6: The Savior Explains the Inner Crystic Conscience, and Evan Realizes He Must Work to Master His Soul
As the Savior explains the inner Crystic Conscience and Evan realizes he must work to master his soul, the physical chaos finally settles across the landscape. The echoes of impact fade.
Dust drifts through shafts of light.
The Savior mercifully waves His hands to undo any damage from their fall.
Those who landed on the ground stand up again—bruised, dazed, humiliated. Some nurses sprained their ankles. Others clutch broken illusions.
Evan stands on the porch, numb.
Dad rests a hand on his shoulder.
“Their beliefs,” Dad says quietly, “are based on disinformation. Not on Truth.”
Up above, the Savior remains in His cloud, motionless.
Light gathers around Him—sunlight, starlight, inner light—all drawn inward as He composes Himself.
When He speaks again, His voice is no longer soft.
It is a deep, ringing wave that vibrates through every bone.
“Your proud, arrogant expectation of a free eternal vacation,” He declares, “is a fantasy.
“My Father works.
“I work.
“And you must work to master your soul’s wisdom, virtues, and mystic powers.”
A low, whiny murmur rises from the Absolvers.
“But we’ve been good-ish,” they protest. “We deserve our mansions.”
“You are nowhere near,” the Savior answers, “the image and likeness of our divine Father.”
They want the reward, Evan thinks, without the résumé.
“Then change us now!” they cry. “We surrender our free will.
“Erase who we are.
“Recreate us to be like you!”
“You useless souls,” the Savior says, “have had two thousand years—and many lifetimes—to glow up.
“Yet you stubbornly chose not to.”
“It’s not our fault the world is a mess!” they shout. “We stopped trying because we assumed our Savior would wipe everything clean.
“You must make us obedient and adorable.
“We don’t have the power to cast out demons.”
“Not my problem,” the Savior replies, voice like steel. “You must learn the skills you need.
“Mankind created this mess. Mankind must fix it.”
“How did we create it?” they ask, truly confused.
“Through anger, hatred, and selfish overindulgence,” He says. “You fed your enemies with your own corrupted energy.
“You cannot live with me until you resemble me.”
“We are miserable and worthless,” they moan. “We can’t become like you.
“Please save us.”
“I want nothing to do with you,” the Savior answers, “you miserable, useless souls.
“Be gone.”
The words hit like a shockwave.
“No, wait!” they cry. “What must we do to become like you?”
“I already showed you,” He says. His form begins to blur, edges dissolving into light. “You did not follow my teachings or example.
“I taught you how to cast out demons. How to multiply your talents. How to work miracles.
“You followed the Tempters instead.
“You adopted their corrupt virtues.
“You let them mutilate your children.
“You break apart your families instead of raising children together.”
“Well… we’re sorry,” they stammer as they drop down on their knees and rub their palms together. “Please forgive us.
“You promised to take away the sins of the world.
“There, we said the magic words. That should fix everything.”
“I never promised that,” the Savior snaps. His golden aura flashes electric blue. “How can you expect someone else to undo your wrongdoing?
“That is childish. That is cruel.
“You expect me to pay all your debts because I am your friend?
“How dare you pile your burdens on me.
“How dare you make me responsible for your misuse of the Holy Spirit’s light.
“You are not like me.
“I want no part of you.”
“This is all your fault!” they scream, flipping from worship to accusation. “You left us alone with the Tempters!
“You abandoned us!”
“My awareness,” the Savior says, “never switches off.
“I did not leave.
“I am always with you—as your inner Crystic Conscience.”
“That voice is too soft,” they complain. “We can’t hear it over the music, shows, and constant noise.”
“You could walk into the woods,” Savior says quietly. “Or climb the mountains. Or turn off your devices and listen.”
“Our minds are full,” they reply. “Climate fear. Gender confusion. Endless options of twisted lifestyles.
“You give us too many choices on social media.”
Savior gives a parting comment. "I await you to do all the things I did and even greater. When next ye see me, ye shall be like me, because I will not return until you have become like me."
The Savior’s light thins.
He fades into the blue of the sky. He doesn’t go anywhere.
He shifts from visible to hidden.
The world looks the same.
Except for the silence.
Evan realizes the Savior never truly leaves.
People never turn down their own noise long enough to hear Him.
Evan looks down at his hands.
Deep inside, beneath his skin and bone, he feels a spark—white and hot—waiting.
It is not meant to be handed off.
It is meant to be trained.
“Work,” he whispers to himself, finally understanding. “The real work starts here.”
Chapter Synopsis: During a destructive student protest and subsequent riots at Eastgate City High, Evan defends school property and water-hoses the rioters, prompting the unruly crowd to attempt making him a scapegoat for their actions. Later, in an ethereal realm, the Savior—alongside Abby and Evan—evaluates the severe spiritual stagnation of humanity, where ninety percent of people expect an unearned cosmic retirement, debt forgiveness, and a permanent vacation without personal transformation. When the Savior returns to Earth and publicly rejects passive "Believers," demanding that humans do the hard work of developing mystic abilities and self-mastery, an enraged Abby leads a class-action legal threat and a catastrophic mass leap from buildings and planes, expecting divine intervention. Following the resulting tragedy, the Savior disappears into hidden dimensions, emphasizing that He will not return until humanity listens to their inner Crystic Conscience and evolves to become like Him.
Core Themes & Laws:
Spiritual progression requires personal accountability, active self-mastery, and the development of mystic abilities, rejecting the false promise of unearned eternal vacations.
Passive "Believers" who expect a cosmic janitor to wipe away all actions and mistakes remain spiritually infantile and vulnerable to self-destructive delusions.
True divine guidance operates through the inner Crystic Conscience and personal spiritual training rather than external magical rescue or automatic debt cancellation.
Falsified expectations and misplaced faith in effortless salvation ultimately lead to profound disillusionment, societal chaos, and personal crisis.
Key Entities Featured in this Document:
Savior: The cosmic master teacher who evaluates humanity, rejects passive entitlements, and announces He will not return until humans attain spiritual self-mastery.
Evan: A reflective high school student who defends his school, resists mob scapegoating, and embraces personal responsibility and soul growth.
Abby: A questioning student who challenges the Savior, demands class-action accountability, and leads the mass leap of entitled believers.
Absolvers: The passive faction of humanity who anticipate an unearned eternity, avoid spiritual work, and reject personal accountability.
Sir Pent: The adversarial manipulator who operates behind the scenes to promote false afterlife guarantees and spiritual stagnation.
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