The Warriors of Light
After some walks in life following the leader, the night falls and the crowd that has given all its attention to him was commanded by their leader to stop.
From the top of the hill, the writer himself, as a witness, where he was seated, could see what's going on below him.
He turned to the left of him and found people seated on the grass, reading a book. Together with them were others standing and reading too as if they were teachers.
In some parts, he saw people very busy doing something, living a life of service. Some cooking, others cleaning while more and more groups of people were packing foods, clothes and varieties of other things.
He turned to his right and found people inside buildings, offices, laboratories and other establishments or constructed spaces. Inside he saw people with different materials, tools and instruments on their hands. As he observed them, they were all meant to be used for something beneficial to themselves and others. Some were looking at microscopes, telescopes, computers, holding surgical instruments, others with hanging stethoscopes on their neck while some even with pens and pencils on their fingers.
There were more groups of people working and engaging themselves in different communities and groups of common causes. They all have only one thing in common, their leader.
"Whoever wants to follow me must forget himself ..."
Those were the words the leader, he could remember, had said before the participants of the Great Marathon of Light before being followed by those who decided to do so. Each person was given the freedom to choose and decide what to do with their given lives.
A long, very long time had passed until the leader started to stand again and raised his left hand which became a rounded light in the dark. It looked like That Bloody Moon transforming itself from its bloody reddish color into bright white light as if it finally had decided to overrule darkness.
The witness himself jolted into standing position as the scenario became like a battle ground. A war zone itself.
To his left, he saw missionaries, preachers, all righteous fighting against enemies in their heartfelt missions to spread the Word of God and His forgiveness and redemption while being surrounded by mischievous traps, deceiving distractions and intentions from warriors of darkness. All kinds and means of stopping them were being presented and implemented. So it was a continuous fight.
Looking to his right, those with instruments, materials and tools were fighting too. All working hard to win over something unimaginable using knowledge, know-how, whatever other gifts they were given to help themselves and others. Sickness, craziness and all kinds of discouragements, frustrations and deceptions were their continuous enemies that constantly tried to knock them over. But the love they have inside and heartfelt intentions in compliance to their leader's instruction have strengthened them and made them survive and most of all, succeed. Winning the war against destruction.
"Love one another as you love yourself"
He remembered the Second Commandment given by the leader. For the First Commandment was given as well.
"Love God above all things, even above your own selves."
Well, something like that he said to himself.
One thing he realized that the crowd was doing, all together fighting.
Fighting for the Truth.
In between his moments of revising the scriptures of the bible in his mind, the man next to him turned to him and said something, as if reading his thoughts.
"He is God, the creator and owner of all things. The only one with the rights to everything he himself has ever created from the beginning of time."
The man turned his look back to the middle of the events below them. He followed his look. Something from his eyes has told him to give it his attention, for his eyes were covered with deep sorrows. And he almost fell dead to the ground from what he saw. The light breeze his skin felt from the air has held him tight fortunately. He could not understand how, but it did.
His own eyes grew big in horror as they witnessed thousands of people dying, suffering, and being killed through all kind of tortures, insults, abuses, cheats; name it. All kinds of bad things no one should not do to the other.
The ground was covered with blood. Innocent blood as much as guilty blood being won over by those who endured and prevailed over wickedness, just by looking, believing and following the Light above them. Though in the moment of darkness and bloodshed, they almost gave in but still their hopes for the coming of light made them survive.
Slowly, as the moon shaped hand of the leader started to overpower its red blood color and with its brightness of white, lighting up the crowd; the world itself below, every Warriors of Light in there, started to rise up with their arms stretched unto the air, holding tight their sword; their guide of instructions; their scriptures; their talks to their leaders; their connection to God himself. Their shout of joy and hope started to roar itself around them.
The battle is won over. Then everyone shouted one thing:
"Praise the Lord!"
The man beside him looked back at him and this time with a smile.
"I am not afraid. I am ready for The End is Near."
He smiled in return, closed his eyes as the light breeze of the air enveloped him again.