JASON'S JUDGMENT
By; Gerald A. Polley

      Jason Leen was trembling He wasn't exactly sure what was going on.  Some people had greeted him and taken him to a stand where there was an ornate Book, and he was told to write all things that had occurred to him in The Book.  Bewildered, he did so.  The person with him went through what he had written and remarked "You have to go to The Hall Of Judgment.  Follow me!"  
    "Where am I?" Jason Leen asked.  
    "It really surprises me," his guide remarked, "that you people can't figure this out!  Didn't you have any religious education?"
    "Not that I paid any attention to," Jason answered.  "I suppose this is supposed to be Heaven, or, Hell.  Probably not much difference."
    "You're in between right now," his guide remarked.  
    They entered a very elaborate Hall where a man sat on a golden Throne and people were being brought before him.  "Who's that?" Jason asked.
    "The Lord Of Hosts," his guide answered.  "The one who's in charge around here.  The one who would judge you."
    "My God!"  Jason muttered, "He looks like John Lennon!"
    His guide smiled. "That might be because he is!" he answered.  "Because of people like you Jesus has abandoned us.  Now temporarily, Our Beloved John, or as he's called Here, Our Dear John, sits upon His Throne until a permanent replacement can be secured."
    "Why are they dragging the man off he was speaking to?" Jason asked.
    "Because he doesn't like where he's going," his guide answered. "You notice the one before that walked off in the other direction in sorrow.  Sometimes those who are judged don't even have the strength to move away.  They go poof forever right where they stand."
   "Why can't we hear what they're saying?" Jason asked.  
    "Because what they're saying is private," his guide answered, "between those that are accusing the person, himself, and The Lord Of Hosts.  That one didn't take long!  Guess she didn't have too much to make amends for.  Come on!  It's your turn.  Looks like you're not going to have a good time. The Advocate for The Children Of The Lords has just arrived."
    Jason saw a winged being come to the left side of The Throne.  John Lennon nodded to him and the being bowed in response.  "What is that?" Jason asked.
    "An Angel," his guide answered. "I know, they don't look like the pictures. That's what they actually look like. Magnificent aren't they?"
   "Well," Jason remarked, "yes, I would say they are, beautiful in their own way."
   They came to a stop.  "Name?" John Lennon asked.
    Jason's guard nudged him and he gave his name.  "Do any have complaints to make against this soul?" John Lennon asked.
    "I do!" the winged being answered.  "In the name of The Children Of The Lords I make complaint against this one for the dispensing of false teachings that did harm to The Children, led them astray and caused some to destroy themselves forever.  I ask that this one be cast into the Darkness to suffer the pain and anguish that he has caused others, if he survives that he not be permitted to enter into God's Kingdom, but be required to abide with my people forever to replace those he has destroyed, and to labor in their service."
    "Complaint is made!"  John Lennon snapped.  "What says the accused?"
    "I do not understand," Jason answered, trembling.  "I wrote a book.  I thought what I was saying was true, that I was sharing wisdom with others. Other people were saying similar things.  I had a right to make a little money.  I did nothing wrong."
    "I ask Mary Hill to come forward," the winged being snapped.  
    A woman came out of the crowd of bystanders.  "Do you wish to stand by what you just said?" the winged being answered, "Or do you desire that this woman speak?"  
    "What have you done to her?" Jason snapped.
    "Nothing," the winged being answered.  "The marks you see are the results of what she did to others.  Now, I repeat, do you want her to speak or do you stand by what you said?"
    "No," Jason sighed. "I don't want her to speak.  All right!  I knew it was all crap.  I made it all up.  But it didn't do any harm."
    "To the contrary," the winged being argued.  "Your false teachings lead three of my people astray.  They did not perform their missions and when they realized what they had done their souls lost their continuity and they ceased to exist forever.  You now stand in Judgment for the destruction of those three souls and must suffer whatever fate befalls you because of them.  If what you taught had done no harm, we would have no grievance with you, but your interference may well destroy the human race!  I believe my case is proven," he continued, looking to John Lennon.  
    "I, also!" John Lennon agreed.  "Take this one to the boundaries of The Kingdom Of God, cast him into the Darkness.  If he survives he may not return to The Kingdom Of God.  He is banished forever.  If my good friend and his people wish to give him shelter and eternal life that is at their discretion.  But Heaven is done with him."
    Another winged being joined Jason's escort, and they led him off.  "This isn't right!" Jason screamed, "It isn't right!  I didn't really do anything!  If other people believed what I wrote that's their fault, not mine.  If it kept them from doing things they were supposed to do I'm not to blame!"  
    His escort said nothing. Jason found himself on the edge of a great precipice. Suddenly the winged being grabbed him under the arms, lifted him into the air, and soared into the Darkness, suddenly releasing him.  Jason found himself being overcome with great grief. It felt like his whole body was burning, and it grew worse and worse.  He could see a dim light behind him and tried to go towards it, but as he did so the pain became more and more terrible.  He knew it was going to last a long time.  He wanted it to end, he desperately wanted it to end, but he knew if it did he would end, too, forever.  So he continued to burn, he continued to sorrow, and he would for a long, long time.  

THE END

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