Called 4

 

Round One:    Called

Round Two:    Called 2

Round Three: Called 3

He was floating in a vast ocean that seemed not to have an end, ever, for there wasn't a single solid thing near or far away from his sight.

Alone in the middle of the blue water, his white shirt and pants were not wet, but shining like a wool white of a lamb skin.

With eyes closed, his body and mind relaxed, he was enjoying the recent vision of the clouds in the sky, as if wanting to memorize them and guard them in his brain.

Suddenly, it was cut.

"Something had entered the water."

He said to himself. 

What he felt was like a stone or whatever thrown into the water that made it crippled.

Turning his eyes to both sides, he saw little waves coming into him.

"Someone else or something must have entered the water, but where?"

Something he felt sure about and at the same time raising himself a question. His mind concluded anyway that a  strange thing had just happened.

He pulled himself up and realized he could stand with his feet touching the earth. Though while he was floating, he just felt the water and not anything solid below his body.

Looking around he found himself by the seashore. The water was just reaching his knees.

As he turned more, he saw trees, white sands and himself, that's all.

"Am I alone on an island?"

Slowly he saw reindeers coming out from the vast of tall trees.

"Oh! Am I on Santa Claus' island?"

He could only joke to ease himself down.

On top of him was still a clear blue sky adorned with cotton white colored clouds.

Everything around him sends beautiful, serene feelings to his senses that make him smile and appreciate his surroundings.

"Thank you, Lord."

After that, he saw a surprise.

"In the middle of the seashore, a swinging bed?"

His smiles turned into cracks of laughter as if taking the whole thing as an idea of a joke from his friend, The Pen.

He shook his head and started to walk towards the seashore and leave the water as he was about fifty meters away.

"Here we go my friend. Put me into slumber so we can get back to work."

Then he stopped a minute, thinking of what he just said and looked around.

"Or I am already on it? Am I dreaming already?"

He saw the swinging bed and decided rather to sleep then, really. 

He reached the bed. It was tied both sides to nearby trees. It was in his favorite colors of dark marine blue and made of quality material as it felt to be a strong knitted rope. 

"Beautiful!"

He realized the bed has its own blue pillow as well. He touched it to feel if it was soft. It was. But there was more than that, so he lifted it up.

"A pen and a notebook!"

This time, even his head was pushed backward by a strong laugh he gave to himself.

He raised up to the swinging bed. Instead of laying back to enjoy it, the bed made him sit straight with the pillow as his back support.

Several times, he tried to lie down but he could not.

Once again, he laughed to his heart's delight.

"I get it! I get it! This bed is for working, not for sleeping."

Grabbing the pain and notebook, he sat straight and used his knees as if they were his table.

First, he looked at the blank pages of the yellow sun covered notebook. Took in deep breath and switched his attention towards the ocean.

Suddenly, his eyes showed him a different scenario.

Around him was blackness. Total darkness. He found himself floating as if he was in outer space like an astronaut, but dressed in his plain white clothes.

He felt as if he was a spirit or ghost going here and there. Just like the wind blowing wherever it wants.

In the distance, he noticed some glimmering lights. He went to find out.

"Beautiful!"

He encountered himself in the middle of galaxies, planets, stars and everything that existed in that black space, all in their own colors and shapes. He strayed from one to the other, roaming and enjoying the moment and opportunity given.

He confirmed, in outer space there was no time. Of course, he wasn't wearing a watch but his white clothes. So he could not tell exactly if it would even work. 

Then he stopped.

He saw things coming out from some planets spewed into  outer space.

The planets were separated by vast, unmeasurable spaces between each other. Though they have those distances, his vision could see and witness that many planets were doing the same. 

More curiosity came inside him and urged him to have a closer look. For some reason, he could not do it. The more he tried, the more the distances between them grew. So he gave up.

Moments came when some of them exploded suddenly and gave the outer space a share of their debris that shook the quietness around the universe itself.

What used to be an enjoyable journey started to send alarms to his senses. Each time there was a noise like the bang of a gong, things got worse around him.

He felt lonely. Tears started to fall from his eyes. He chose to close his eyes to quit himself from seeing more damages to the universe. Suddenly something made him open his eyes.

"The Sun!"

On his back, he saw the sun burning into an unimaginable strength, but he did not feel anything, not a heat.

"The Sun is angry!"

He witnessed how the inside of the Sun cracked itself from the inside as if someone in deep anguish had to shout from the deepest of the heart to release pain.

Turning around, he saw the moon.

Before his eyes, he witnessed how that big moon was slowly invaded and filled by the debris and garbage thrown into outer space. In due time, it turned dark and dirty.

"Heaven forbid!"

The writer sobbed in desperation as his mind was imagining the worst scenario, the destiny of all the beauty he has found in the universe.

There was a big, unthinkable magnitude of a shake around him. He lifted his face from his hands as he was kneeled, caused by his trembled legs.

Unknown to him, something must have happened somewhere. He felt the same feeling when he was floating in the water.

Swifting around, he noticed that everything was freezed. No more movements, not a thing around him was moving.

From the top of his head, he saw a light. Standing back to his feet, he comprehended the return of the empty black space. It was similar to a big black cloth and in its middle there was a small white spot.

"That light seemed to be so, so distant."

His mind has given him a clue of what it was.

"A toe!"

Slowly, his mind was introducing a wider view of what he was seeing.

"A foot!"

Starting from the view of a toe, it was completing its presence as if getting itself down from somewhere unimaginable and submerging itself into space.

Then he understood.

"Someone is coming!"

His eyes were shocked and amazed at the same time that even if he tried to close them, he could not make it.

As the sight come closer, it was taking its shape into full completion.

"That same human figure in my stories is here again!"

He murmured to himself.

Inside though, he strangely felt gladness, relaxed and in peace on what was in front of him as it was then starting to move.

"Describe it, The Pen!"

He shouted with joy.

"It was Him!"

He claimed as he was witnessing the entrance into darkness of that human form.

"Was it a spirit?"

He doubted as it came like white clouds from the far. It extended a couple of arms ahead whose hands were in golden colors as bright as the face without lines to shape it and whose feet were of the same golden sun color.

Behind him, his shadow seemed to be a row of countless others like him that became more and more in numbers as he came closer. The total view was like that of a giant dove in fully opened wings.

"Amazingly beautiful!"

From somewhere inside them came out some with trumpets. They separated themselves and flew alongside as if announcing his coming.

The writer wanted to run towards them. Providentially, he failed in all his attempts. It was impossible to ever make a step.

He shifted his eyes towards those holding trumpets.

"They are angels!"

He smiled and felt thankful for such a revelation.

The sight went on for sometime. Until another one from the shadow came out and went in front with something on the hands that he unluckily could reach to see.

The angel went in front of the rest and threw something into space.

The writer wanted and tried to follow where it was going but he fell. This time he fell from his swinging bed. 

As he lifted up from the ground he flashed back to his reality. He was on a summer vacation on a Christmas Day.

With the family, he resolved to go to a beautiful beach, rented a summer house that has a swinging bed made of knitted rope by the seashore under a tree.

He recognized his notebook and pen dropped on the white sands with him. He had fallen asleep after finalizing his written story, the mission of The Pen.

He held his completed story written in his  notebook, pen without ink and his breath then slowly breathed out again, looking at the clean blue sky. He closed his eyes and said a prayer.

Then he heard the last whisper.

"Fill me up again. We aren't done yet."

His pen fell. He looked down to pick it up while laughing softly.

"Of course!"

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Called 3

 

Round One:   Called

Round Two:   Called 2

Round Three Called 3

The strong strays  of the bright, big shining sun woke him up as he found himself lying alone at the peak of what seems to be the highest mountain on earth.

It was the peak. He was on top where as he stood, the rocky earth he was stepping on seemed to measure about one hundred square meters or little bit more. An exact number passed on his mind as he felt a wind passing by his head as if whispering to him.

"120"

He turned around trying to catch who spoke to him.

The next thing that crossed his mind was the person he loves the most.

"Father!"

Then a soft breeze enveloped him as he spoke the word.

"Where are you?"

He cried as he kneeled putting his hands on his face then he remembered what had happened.

He reviewed the previous events before his actual situation.

He has an older brother. One day, their father called them when they reached the age of seventeen.

"Come here boys."

His brother was playing with him a chessboard-like game but with stones. In his memory, the event happened in the ancient times of Jerusalem, where environments, living conditions, clothing and culture were the settings.

On top of that mountain peak, he was wearing a pyjamas like white plain shirts and pants made of cotton. He could not understand why. Anyway, the story of the event continued in his mind.

His brother with him went to approach their father who was outside the tent in his long tunic clothe, bearded face and holding a long wooden stick on one hand and bow with arrow on the other left hand.

"Yes, father."

Both the boys responded.

"My sons, both of you are at the appropriate age to start working and helping the family and community."

The brothers nodded in agreement with their father.

"Here I have the stick for who prefers to take care of our sheeps and bow with arrows for the one who chose to be our archer to hunt animals."

The brothers looked at each other.

"I'll take the bow and arrow, father. I can handle that better than this younger useless brother I have."

It was the eldest who spoke first as he has always tried his best to impress and earn the praises of their father. He had been jealous of the younger brother from childhood.

Their father looked at him then to the younger son searching for his reaction. The younger son just shrugged his shoulders, ignoring the brother's comment and smiled at the father.

"I am glad, father, he had chosen to be a hunter. I choose to be the sheep keeper. I love those sheeps and I prefer to take care of them. Give them to me. I will take care and guide them all for you. I will give my life for them."

The father gave him a happy, relieved smile.

"I bless you my son. Go and be their shepherd."

Then he turned his attention to his eldest son after the younger son left.

"And you, my son, you have to keep in mind that you are brothers. You should love one another and never compare yourself with each other."

He handed him the bow and arrows with a blank face. The eldest son could not figure out what his father felt about him.

"And what father? Are you not going to bless me as well?"

He asked his father.

The father stared at him a moment then spoke in a calm voice as always.

"This is one thing you must understand. I gave  you these weapons for a purpose. I passed it to you with my own right and will get it back with my full right. I love both of you though you are different in heart. You will have your weapons for as long as your brother has his stick. Because I am fair and just between the two of you. Now go and do what you are anointed for."

The son bowed his head as the strong look and seriousness from the father's words impacted him and empowered his whole being.

That was the second event he remembered.

"Though you have sent me away to the field to attend to the sheeps, I have heard what you have said to my brother, father. I never understood how I could ever have heard you and why, but I did. That's why I could recall it again."

He stood up and looked around him. He could only see layers of clouds as if they were steps of a stairway to heaven. He looked below but still layers of clouds. 

He sighed a deep breath.

"What am I supposed to do now?"

Another gentle breeze embraced him that made him close his eyes and another event came to pass his mind.

He was in the field. He was on the farm with the sheeps. He saw himself in the middle of the many sheeps surrounding him. He was carrying in his arm one sheep who was newly born. He was happy holding it as the other sheeps were celebrating with him.

"Brother!"

From the far, by about six hundred sixty six meters away according to his calculations of the distance stood his elder brother with his bow and arrow aimed at him.

As he turned to him, his brother let his arrow go and it hit directly the baby sheep in his arm which then went straight to his heart.

His whole body shook strongly as he opened wide his eyes after remembering the event.

The strength of the shake he felt was as if it was the highest number an earth's quake could ever reach. But that gentle breeze turning itself into white, thin clouds have steadied him, embracing him with equal strength.

"What has happened?"

He asked himself.

But then the writer of his story woke up too, shakened. He was writing on top of his table and as usual his sleepy head had led him to sleep on top of his draft papers. Then someone whispered something to him.

"He was Called."

He turned around. Once again, he believed it was Gabrielle. But when he looked by the door, he could only see it closing itself and the door knob clicked "closed".

He saw his pen on top of his previous two series of Called.

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He picked up The Pen and kissed it.

"Thank you."

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Called 2

Round 1:  Called

Round 2:  Called 2

"Call on Him!"

The writer suddenly woke up shouting those words. He could not understand why. He left his bed and went to get something to drink. Water. He felt thirsty and perspiring. He realized it was so hot the weather till night, actually early morning. It's three in the morning and hot as it had been during the whole day before.

He decided to go to his writing table. He remembered not writing before going to sleep, but the papers on top of his table were full.

He started to read.

The witness found himself in a very dark place. But he realized that behind his back there was a sort of light. He turned around.

Before his eyes, he saw where the light was coming from. It came from the middle or the inside of the high beautifully colored walls of different stones that had three big gates covered with amazing pearls, each of different kinds. The three gates were opened as lights from inside were coming out from them.

As he looked on the right and left side of the walls which seemed to be formed in square size, he saw three flashes of lights coming out from each side. It seemed there were three gates on the four sides of the walls, assuming the same for the back as well.

"It is like a north, south, east and west open gates of three on each side."

He said to himself as he turned his attention to the top inside of the walls. There was a marvelous mixture of lights of sparkling gold, white and other different colors like all of a flower or fruit colors.

On top of the lights he could see a reflection of what's inside. There were lines of gold, shapes of trees with fruits in different colors and crystal colored springs.

"Are they water?"

He blinked his eyes to see better, but as he opened back his eyes, his attention was called by horrible cries on top of him. Above him were black colored clouds.

He was standing kilometers away from the walls. He was dressed in white shirts and black pants. He was there just for The Pen to write.

He covered his ears for a while as the cries of invisible whoever on the dark top air where he was on his feet were too horrible to listen to. Until he felt it was not strong to his eardrums anymore.

He had his eyes closed when he covered his ears. As he put down his hands and opened his eyes, in front of him he found for himself another horrible thing. It's terrorific!

He saw people in black robes roaming around like lost souls. Some have red eyes and some white.

"I beg you to stop it!"

Someone's plea called his attention among a vast crowd. He went to it, walking past through the others who seemed not to realize nor seen his presence among them. That made it easier for him to move around.

He reached a point halfway to the middle opened gate. There lay on the dark green earth, a man being beaten by other men, three of them and one with a gun in hand.

"I just ask you for food."

The fallen man on the floor cried, his face full of dark spots, obviously from strong hits from the three men's punches on him, but he was not bleeding. His eyes were white while the other three men's were red. Fiery red. All of them wear black robes.

"I told you. If you want to eat, you have to work."

One of the three men shouted.

"I am willing to work."

The man on the floor responded.

Another man, the one holding the gun, got closer.

"Then work! Here is the gun. Kill for your food!"

He conditioned to the beaten man.

"No! I would rather die of hunger than receive the wrath of my Lord!"

The man with the gun was embarrassed with his response and shot him.

"Oh my God!"

The witness felt himself stepping back, horrified but standing still. Nobody around him reacted, obviously not seeing nor hearing him at all.

The fallen man's blood spurted unto the three men's faces and bodies. There wasn't any trace of blood on the fallen man's body but holes, resulting from the several shots from the gun.

Suddenly, the witness heard hair raising sounds from the surrounding. He looked around and found where they came from. 

Dogs! Big dogs like rottweilers but bigger and in red colors!

All of the dogs are in fiery red color from eyes to the whole shape of them, even their gnashing teeth!

The witness's eyes were shocked and his mouth opened as if wanting to shout. He felt like he wanted to run away from the scene for the horror he felt, but his feet were pasted on the earth's floor.

In seconds, the dogs came to jump and devour the three men. Just the three men. The others walking and roaming around, their lives kept going, as if no one sees anything nor heard of what's happening around them or they were just denying everything.

"They were denying!"

The witness realized it was so since he saw some of them just looking at the fallen man without any effect on them about his condition on the floor. Instead, they walked past through him and the three men.

He covered his eyes and face. He started to cry so hard. The scene has affected him, but The Pen could not describe.

Then a loud noise made him get back to continue the story.

He saw the soul of one of the men being strongly expelled from the gate. He turned his look to the gate.

The other two men, still wearing black robes, tried to enter the middle gate. But when they tried to pass, an aluminum colored sword fell in front of them to stop them and expelled them high and strong out into the black colored clouds outside the walls. There they were thrown to join the others in their endless cries of pains and horrors.

He looked around searching for the dogs. They disappeared. It seemed they only presented themselves at the smell of blood among the people walking around lost in their black robes.

Looking back at the fallen man, he saw an angel in white robes like the colors of his wings and golden circled crown on top of his head and standing beside the fallen man's body. 

The angel lifted up the man with a hand. As he did so, the man's black robe turned into white. The whole of him white. As he lifted himself up, the man looked down at his body. He saw his body turned into dust and became like part of the earth's dust.

The angel holding his hand, led him to the gate. As they reached the gate, the angel let him pass first. The man disappeared into the white clouds inside the walls. Music, songs and happiness could be heard from the inside as he entered. They were celebrating!

Then the angel went in.

The witness looked as they were happening before his eyes. It seemed that only him could see it. No one else around him realized what was happening. All seemed to be too busy.

"This is what the world is."

He sadly murmured to himself, shaking his head while eyes closed. As he opened them back, it was a different panorama before him. He found himself among the people of the existing earth.

He was standing on a street corner facing a tall building.

"Where am I?"

He asked himself. Before he could figure it out, he heard a man begging for his life at this back.

He turned around, there he saw a man with a handgun about to fire a man he pushed against a wall on a little street behind him.

His impulse made him shout to the poor man. He called the attention of both and the man with the gun ran away fast realizing someone saw them, witnessing what he was about to do.

The man left, smiled at him, bowing his head, giving thanks by clasping his hands together like in praying.

"Yes. Deep inside my heart, I called Him to save me. God bless you."

The writer realizes what the man said after he woke up from his dream, reading his words in The Pen's written story on the paper.

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Called

 

There was a big crowd outside Heaven's door. All waiting for turns to be called to enter the Great Wall of clouds, white brilliant clouds.

 Outside was a man in the form of ghost, a spirit indeed. A flashing man with halo on top of his head. He was dressed like a fisherman, having a net on his shoulder, holding a key instead of a fish. He opened the door to those who were called and allowed to enter.

A Called one knelt before him in respect. Then the door was opened.

From the outside nothing could be clearly seen due to clouds. Oh! full of white, marvelous, indescribable, beautiful clouds of white! Whoever entered disappears in them.

Outside where the crowd were waiting, there was quietness, peaceful look on every lined face and body forms like that of a drawn human pencil sketch. On top of their heads were dove formed shapes of white clouds.

As I followed my dream, I saw the Called one kneeling before a big altar, head bowed and left hand touching the heart. 

At the altar were seated three flashing shapes of clouds in their resplendent, color of sun, almost gold of sketched human forms. Yes! It was gold! I have never ever seen nor imagined anything like them.

After a while, one of the many white cloud doves set itself beside the Called one. It converted itself into a soldier form, but with wings! Big wings!

The soldier was holding on one hand a golden sword where it was written along its blade the words, "The Word of God."

As I look closer, the soldier was dressed like a Roman soldier in the times of Jesus Christ.

There came a loud thunder of voice after the soft, beautiful songs played in harps by the cloud formed spirits that were walking, flowing on head tops, dancing around the place, and laughing, having sounds so refreshing, so wonderful to hear. It made me smiled and laughed like them without realizing it. They were contagious!

"Testify yourself before my Son," the thundered voice said coming from the one seated in the middle of the big altar, the biggest throne. 

The Called one said something I could not hear. It was not even finished yet and another thundered voice was heard.

"I am the one to testify Father that he is my brother."  This time, the voice came from the one seated at the right hand side of the one in the biggest throne.

Songs of merry from every corners of the kingdom were heard. So joyful!

The soldier lifted up from his knees the Called one and accompanied him closer to the altar.

The Called one looked at the third one seated with the other two. There was seated in another spirit of clouds a woman! He saw the face of the most beautiful woman ever existed, smiling and nodding at him to recognize his look of respect. She has a glowing crown on top of her head. Holy Mary!

Then the Called one was filled with more clouds in yellowish golden color flashing to every corners of the kingdom. 

It was fantastic! Amazing! Marvelous! 

The greatness of such event has impacted me so strong I was awakened from my dreams. 

My eyes got opened and I prayed.

"Thank you Father."

Through a heart filled with fullness of joy, I smiled as those words came out freely from my lips.

The writer went back to sleep. A beautiful peaceful sleep while smile stayed on his face after writing such beautiful vision.

 

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