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.