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165 | Abby Explains Soul Accountability and Converses with the Savior
165 | Abby Explains Soul Accountability and Converses with the Savior
Chapter 1: Abby, Evan, and Evelyn Discuss Believers Assigning the Savior to Carry Sins
Chapter 1: Abby, Evan, and Evelyn Discuss Believers Assigning the Savior to Carry Sins
As Abby, Evan, and Evelyn discuss believers assigning the Savior to carry sins, the tension in the room grows heavy. The Crystic study circle meets in an empty classroom after school.
Desks are pulled into a rough U‑shape.
Fluorescent lights are buzzing.
At the front, a whiteboard covered in strange math and half‑erased symbols.
Abby stands there with a marker in her hand.
She smiles.
But there’s an edge in her eyes.
“Rejoice,” she says, half joking, half deadly serious, “because Believers are saving the Creator’s only Son from extinction.
“We gave the Savior a long‑term job and a reason to exist.
“We sacrificed our responsibility and hired Him to carry our sins forever.”
A low murmur ripples through the room.
Evan leans back in his chair, one foot hooked on a desk bar.
“So…” he says. “Did the Savior actually apply for this lead role?
“Or did you just shove a contract in His face?”
A couple of students snort.
Abby doesn’t smile.
She turns back to the board.
“We created a starring role for an almighty Redeemer,” she continues, “by letting Him be the only one fighting the evil Tempters.
“We choose to be long‑suffering bystanders so the Savior looks good onstage.”
She taps the board with the marker.
“We built a massive, never‑ending pageant so He can stay the shining star.”
Evelyn tilts her head, eyes narrowed.
“So has the Savior,” she asks, “basically replaced His aging Father as the universe’s CEO?”
Abby nods slowly.
“Pretty much,” she says. “Absolvers—Believers who expect to be permanently forgiven—set aside their own desire to grow powerful.
“Instead, they dragged the Creator out of the shadows and handed Him a new job description.
“The Believers surrender their free will and make the Creator responsible for everything. We also reshaped the Creator to match us: emotional, self‑centered and addicted to His own human desires.”
Evan lets out a low whistle.
“Nice setup,” he says. “Your Creator is in charge of everything—but the Believers are in charge of the Creator.”
No one laughs.
Abby’s voice softens, but the words sharpen.
“The best part, for Believers,” she says, “is we can sit back, do nothing, and blame the Creator for everything.
“The Creator's favorite Son plays every role in the drama of good versus evil while we watch like patient, passive fans.”
Evan drums his fingers on the desk.
“So when’s the Savior’s next performance?” he asks. “Is this a sequel, a reboot, or the final season?”
Abby’s answer lands like a twist no one sees coming.
“The sad part,” she says quietly, “is that the Savior’s employment costs have exploded.
“We can’t afford His final return performance.”
She turns and starts writing on the whiteboard, line after line like an invoice no one wants.
“Inflation sends the budget through the roof,” she says. “The new expenses are worth more than all the gold in the world.
“The Savior demands payment in advance—because in the last chapter, He destroys most of His audience.”
“The Savior demands payment in advance—because in the last chapter, He destroys most of His audience.”
The room goes still.
“He’s tired of carrying our overdue debts,” Abby says. “Absolvers just assume every bill will be forgiven.
“He knows if He appears without getting paid, He’ll never see a single paycheck.
“Meanwhile, we have assigned Him to a new mission, then sit around waiting—while His delay boosts the Tempter’s power and drains ours.”
She looks around the circle.
“If He doesn’t show up soon,” Abby says, voice dropping, “we might have to cancel the contract… shoulder our own burdens… and actually become like the Savior.
“Play His part ourselves. We can't do that, so we have to force the Savior to return now.”
Evan’s jaw tightens.
“So that’s the trick,” he says. “You hire someone, never pay them, then demand they come back for another tour without prepayment.
“When they finally ask for everything you owe, you’re already drowning in debt, still expecting more forgiveness.”
He leans forward, eyes locked on Abby.
“Becoming a long‑suffering bystander isn’t a talent,” he says. “It’s a way to disappear.
“Dumping your burdens onto your unpaid employee is a total cop‑out.
“The Savior shows off insane mystical skills not to entertain you, but to model what you can become.
“He already shed His blood.
“Now you want more.”
He lets the question hang.
“What did you do with the blood He already gave you?”
For a moment, no one speaks.
Then, in Abby’s mind, she hears the chorus she’s grown up with—the collective voice of Believers:
“We used it to wash away our sins.
Now we have more sins…
So we need more blood.”
Evan’s voice cuts through the echo.
“Now is the time,” he says, “to transmute your own sins.”
The room feels colder.
And somewhere inside, Abby feels something crack.
Chapter 2: Abby and the Savior Discuss Free Will, Potential, and Growing Into His Image
Chapter 2: Abby and the Savior Discuss Free Will, Potential, and Growing Into His Image
Later that evening, as Abby and the Savior discuss free will, potential, and growing into His image to understand her true mystic path, she finally finds a moment of stillness. That night, Abby sits alone on her bed.
Lights off.
Curtains drawn.
Her phone is face down beside her.
The Crystic medallion at her throat is warm against her skin, like it remembers something she forgot.
Abby closes her eyes.
If you’re real, she thinks, talk to me.
“What would you say to people today?” she whispers into the dark.
A presence answers from deep inside her—not booming, not distant.
Close.
Familiar.
Older than everything.
The Savior.
“As your oldest brother,” He says, “I am always learning, evolving, expanding.
“I started long before the body you remember.
“I no longer need a crude physical body to show up in your world.
“I remember what humans did to my last one.
“They would do it again.”
Abby’s breath catches.
“I had amazing powers then,” the Savior goes on, “and I have grown even more like our Father since.
“I still want to teach my brothers and sisters.
“I still want to demonstrate a path they can follow.”
“You were the most perfect man who ever lived. You did so many impossible things back then,” Abby says. “How can you do anything greater now?
There’s a subtle shift in the air.
Like a smile that isn’t soft at all.
“I was not freshly created two thousand years ago,” He says. “I have studied under our perfect Father from the beginning.
“Back then, I did ‘cool miracles’—beginner‑apprentice tricks compared to what I can do now.
“I’m not bragging.
“I expect you, as a mystic apprentice, to do what I have done… and more.”
Abby’s stomach twists.
“We might come from the same Creator,” she says quietly, “but You’re wonderful. I’m worthless.”
The answer hits instantly.
“If that is true,” the Savior says, “whose fault is it?
“Not Mine.
“Not your Father’s.
“He gives you potential and free will to become like Him.
“I showed you how to become His image and likeness.
“If you refuse to grow, that failure belongs to no one but you.”
Abby flinches.
“Please don’t say that,” she whispers. “It hurts.
“I’ve been a faithful, long‑suffering bystander.
“I like being miserable and worthless.
“I want you to make me perfect for me.”
Silence stretches.
Not empty.
Heavy.
Then the Savior says, “Let Me tell you a story.”
It doesn’t feel like a story.
It feels like a verdict.
And a clue.
Chapter 3: The Savior Tells Abby About Dogwalk Wasting His Free Will and Potential
Chapter 3: The Savior Tells Abby About Dogwalk Wasting His Free Will and Potential
To illustrate the tragedy of spiritual laziness, the Savior tells Abby about Dogwalk wasting his free will and potential by refusing to learn how to walk. “Dogwalk is a young man,” the Savior says, “with a healthy body and a full set of possibilities.
“But he never bothers to learn how to walk.”
Abby sees him.
A teen guy crawling down a hallway on all fours—two hands, two feet—back bowed, palms blistered.
He eats off a plate set on the floor, face inches from the tile.
He can’t carry anything without dropping to a three‑limb crawl.
“He has to be taken care of,” the Savior explains, “because he refuses anyone who wants to help him. He is waiting for a sponsor to make him perfect so he can fly.
“He only uses one hand at a time before he tips over, like a table missing a leg.”
Abby winces.
“Well… at least Dogwalk gives other people a chance to be helpful,” she says weakly.
A voice answers inside the vision.
When people ask Dogwalk why he never stands, he says:
“I am disabled, miserable, and worthless.
I am waiting for a Great Being to lift me and give me instant walking power.
I suffer and miss opportunities, but I am in no hurry.
Others should take care of me.
Someday, someone will make me perfect.”
Abby’s heart squeezes.
“He needs help,” she says. “I hope he has good friends.”
“He does,” the Savior says. “For a while.”
She sees them—friends and family trying everything.
“They draw instructions with pictures. They show him how to stand tall. Sometimes they carry him. Sometimes they stop. They try kindness, anger, lectures and silence.
“In the end, every one of them steps back—hoping the emptiness will finally force him to rise.”
Dogwalk curls on the floor, alone.
“I can never be great like the feet‑walkers above me,” he whimpers.
“I am miserable without servants.
“I’m lonely down here.
“No one is coming.
“I have no hope.
“No reason to live.”
The scene snaps.
“He dies young,” the Savior says, voice flat, “a miserable, wasted life.
“And it is his fault.”
Abby gasps.
“That’s ridiculous,” she says. “He has both the potential and the free‑will power to walk. He … never uses them.
“Wait—” Her voice trails. “Are you saying my soul never learns to stand tall, either?”
The vision shifts.
“Even in his afterlife,” the Savior says, “Dogwalk still crawls on all fours.
“Other souls urge him to rise.”
Dogwalk glares up.
“I suffered my whole life believing someone would lift me,” he says.
“Now I truly, blindly believe it happens here.
“Just wait.
“Once I’m made perfect and can fly, you’ll be jealous I was right.”
A roar vibrates through the scene.
“Will all souls please come this way?” a Gatekeeper calls from the base of a wide, luminous gate.
Dogwalk crawls toward the light.
The Gatekeeper looks down.
His face hardens.
“Sorry,” he says. “No dogs allowed.”
He points away from the gate.
“You need to return to Earth and use your potential and free will to learn to walk tall.”
Then he flicks his hand like shooing away a begging mutt.
Dogwalk flinches.
“Oh, woe is me,” he wails. “You deeply hurt my feelings.”
Abby swallows.
“It is his fault,” she says slowly. “Did he reincarnate and finally learn to walk?”
The Savior’s answer twists her stomach.
“Most people would assume that,” He says. “That pain woke him up.
“That he finally learned.
“They would be wrong.”
Chapter 4: Dogwalk Reincarnates and Refuses to Stand While Waiting for Instant Salvation
Chapter 4: Dogwalk Reincarnates and Refuses to Stand While Waiting for Instant Salvation
As the lesson deepens, the vision reveals how Dogwalk reincarnates and refuses to stand while waiting for instant salvation. A new body appears.
“Dogwalk carries his hurt feelings with him,” the Savior says. “He is terrified of being abandoned and criticized again.
“So in his next life, he decides not to walk like a dog at all.”
This time, Dogwalk never even lifts his chest.
He slithers.
Dragging himself on his ribs and stomach, pushing along with his hands and feet.
“When people ask why he doesn’t walk,” the Savior says, “his answer doesn’t change:
‘I am disabled, miserable, and worthless.
I am waiting for a Great Being to lift me and give me instant power to walk.
I suffer and miss out, but others should take care of me.
Someday, someone will make me perfect.’”
Abby winces harder.
“He needs serious help,” she says. “I hope he finds counselors. Therapists. Somebody.”
“Many people try,” the Savior says. “Friends, family, professionals—they all see he has the potential to stand.
“They demonstrate.
“They record videos.
“They beg him to take dominion over his own body.
“He waits for Superman instead.”
Scene after scene flashes:
Kind faces.
Angry faces.
Exhausted faces.
“In the end,” the Savior says, “everyone steps back again.
“He dies a second time—frustrated, lonely, clothes filthy from years of dragging himself.”
Abby shakes her head.
“Superman can’t save him,” she says. “He has to stand up.
“I think I’m finally getting it.”
The gate appears again.
Dogwalk slithers toward it.
The Gatekeeper looks down.
“Sorry,” he says. “No snakes allowed.
“Return to Earth.
“Use your potential and free will to learn to walk tall.”
This time, the Gatekeeper’s foot snaps out and kicks him away like a dangerous thing.
Dogwalk howls.
“Everyone abandons and mistreats me!” he screams.
“I’m made in my Father’s image!
“I suffered humbly and alone!
“Why can’t I get into Heaven?”
Abby whispers, “What will it take for him to finally use his chances?”
The Savior answers without mercy.
“His next body,” He says, “is born without arms or legs.”
Abby flinches like she’s been hit.
“Ouch,” she says. “Okay. I get it.
“That has to be rare though… right?”
In her chest, she wonders how many little versions of Dogwalk she carries with her.
Every time she waits for someone else to do what she refuses to learn.
Chapter 5: The Savior Describes Clueless Ignoring Her Conscience and Refusing to Self-Evolve
Chapter 5: The Savior Describes Clueless Ignoring Her Conscience and Refusing to Self-Evolve
Moving to another example of neglected spiritual growth, the Savior describes Clueless ignoring her conscience and refusing to self-evolve. “Clueless is a young woman,” the Savior says, “with a life full of mess.”
Abby sees her: sprawled on a couch, scrolling mindlessly.
“Heavy body.
“No job.
“No real friends.
“A good brain she refuses to use.
“A good heart, she lets storms of emotion rule.
“She ignores the calm voice of conscience and screams over it with ‘free will’ as her excuse.”
Abby frowns.
“The people around her must be selfish,” she says. “Why won’t they befriend her?”
“Many try,” the Savior says. “But she insults them, tests them, pushes them away.
“She finds reasons to distrust everyone.
“She is deeply self‑centered.
“Anyone who refuses to be her constant obedient servant is cast out.”
Abby stares.
“People are products of their genes and environment,” she says softly.
“In part,” the Savior agrees. “But souls who refuse to self‑evolve—using free will and mystic power—do not qualify for paradise.
“Opportunities never become reality without disciplined willpower.”
Clueless sits in a room full of doors.
Every handle within reach.
She crosses her arms and waits for someone else to turn them.
Chapter 6: Abby and the Savior Discuss Returning Sin Karma and Acting as the Crystic Conscience
Chapter 6: Abby and the Savior Discuss Returning Sin Karma and Acting as the Crystic Conscience
Shifting the focus to cosmic accountability, Abby and the Savior discuss returning sin karma and acting as the Crystic Conscience to guide souls toward wisdom. Abby breathes out.
“So… what new superpowers do you have now?” she asks.
Silence.
Then, unexpectedly, the Savior sounds amused.
“You,” He says, “are the first person to ask me that.”
Abby blinks.
“Seriously?” she says. “No one else wonders?”
“Most only ask what I can do for them,” He answers.
Abby shifts on the bed.
“So… what are you doing?” she presses. “Do You juggle human sins while You hold them for us? What’s the total weight of everything you’re carrying right now?”
“I no longer carry them,” the Savior says.
“I walked away from the scapegoat business.
“I handed everyone’s sins back.
“That garbage man experiment failed.
“People treated me like a cosmic trash bin.
“They never learned to clean their own yards.
“So I gave everything back, with interest and told them to deal with their own mess. Each person got a red sack of leaking sin karma. Each Crystic Conscience helps soul students to gradually empty their sacks. Rebel dropouts’ sacks are spilling out because they have abandoned their Crystic Conscience.
Abby’s pulse spikes.
“Then are you helping Your Father design new souls?” she asks quickly. “Earth gets like eight new pregnancies per second.”
“Not exactly,” He says. “Not too many new souls being created. Most newborns are now hosting recycled souls.
“Old students.
“New uniforms.”
Abby lets out a breathy laugh.
“Then what are your latest abilities?” she asks.
A quiet, huge certainty settles over her.
“I can multiply myself,” the Savior says, “and serve as a personal sponsor and counselor for every divine soul as their personal Crystic Conscience.
“All at once.
“I don’t need to appear in a body.
“I speak directly to a soul’s mind and heart—if they listen.”
Abby’s head spins.
“All at the same time?” she asks. “How do you keep track of everyone? There’s no app. No channel. How do people even know?”
“I offer to help souls master the cosmic laws and make wise choices,” He says. “I guide them in gathering holy spirit energy and radiating it as virtuous power.
“I inspire them to unlock and train their mystic senses.”
Abby lets out a low whistle.
“You must be insanely busy,” she says.
“For a while, I assume I will be,” He says.
“But ninety‑five percent of souls reject My free services.
“They’re not interested.
“Still, I stay with them—always—even to whatever end they choose.”
Abby bites her lip.
“What do they want instead?” she asks. “Let me guess. They want you to pay off every debt, hand them a free Heaven ticket, and magically make them perfect.”
“It sounds childish,” she adds, “to treat you nicely just to get free stuff.”
“Believers expect to be filled with holy spirit power,” the Savior says, “but I do not pour that power into foolish, unvirtuous dreamers.
“They must build wisdom, morals, and divine principles in Soul School.
“I could flood them with energy, but I cannot make a foolish person wise—or a corrupt soul virtuous.
“Imagine,” He adds quietly, “corrupt criminals with unlimited power.”
Abby stretches.
“That already happens,” she says.
“Then imagine a world,” He replies, “where corrupt criminals are never punished—and are allowed to run free among wise, virtuous citizens.”
Abby’s face hardens.
“That already happens too,” she says. “Holy spirit energy should never be handed to foolish or immoral souls who don’t have the wisdom to use it.”
“Exactly,” the Savior says. “So I offer souls the chance to become like their Father—through Soul School.
“And they’re not alone.
“Many graduated souls help.
“It’s a massive team effort.
“Not just a Father–Son duo doing everything while everyone else claps.”
Abby frowns.
“I always hear that dead Believers with no body are stored in some mystic warehouse,” she says. “Their consciousness switches off while they wait for You to return and conquer Earth.”
“Whoever told you that,” the Savior replies, “is misinformed—or lying.
“Locking away untrained souls wastes time and would be very painful.
“They need ongoing chances to grow.”
Abby hesitates.
“What happens when a soul finally graduates?” she asks. “Do they just retire? All‑expenses‑paid eternal resort?”
“It makes no sense,” He says, “to retire the most advanced souls.
“There is a raging battle between good and evil.
“Heaven needs those who can wield virtuous power wisely.
“Most Believers keep reincarnating, getting more chances to master wisdom, virtues, mystic abilities. Eventually some graduate and get a job in the afterworld.”
Abby feels something twist and tear inside.
In the background of her mind, she hears the echo of other Believers protesting:
“No! No! No!
We don’t do that. We don't want to work after we die.
That’s your job.”
The Savior’s reply is firm.
“When next you see Me,” He says, “I expect you to be like Me.
“I am waiting for Believers to put on their mystic armor…
“…and pick up their swords before I return.”
Abby sits in the dark, heart hammering.
The biggest secret of all doesn’t sound like a reward.
It sounds like an assignment.
And now she has a choice:
Stay a long‑suffering bystander.
Or start training to fight.
The next move is hers.
Chapter Synopsis: A visiting outside reporter broadcasts sensationalized and fabricated claims regarding students allegedly "trapped" inside Northwood High behind an armed military perimeter where the Savior is reportedly judging humanity. When the reporter interviews the parents of the students, Diesel's dad defends Diesel's role as a leader of the "Rebels," Evan's dad explains that the teens are helping restructure cosmic law and reincarnation for Earth Soul School, and Abby's mom proudly declares that her daughter is an embodied angel assisting the Savior. Despite the media circus and protesting crowds outside demanding to preserve their unearned freedom, the real transformation unfolds behind quarantine doors as the teens help draft a new universe.
Core Themes & Laws:
Media sensationalism and outside reporters frequently fabricate stories and spread disinformation to capture viewers, distorting genuine spiritual truths into bizarre spectacles.
Assumed forgiveness and simple fantasies of universal entry do not create spiritual merit under the revised cosmic laws of Earth Soul School.
True spiritual awakening involves transforming personal accountability, rejecting worldly corruption, and participating actively in the creation of a renewed universe.
Key Entities Featured in this Document:
Visiting Outside Reporter: The sensationalist news broadcaster who fabricates claims about the quarantined high school.
Diesel's Dad: A pragmatic worker who defends Diesel's cosmic exploits and leadership among the Rebels.
Evan's Dad: A steadfast father who explains that the teens are assisting the Savior and Divine Mother in restructuring cosmic law.
Abby's Mom: A protective mother who defends her daughter's divine mission and vows to burn out darkness.
Diesel, Evan, and Abby: Teenage student leaders operating behind the military perimeter to help redesign the universe.
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