NOTE: This series is fictional, but is based somewhat unloosely on future prophesied events and conditions, as clearly as I can imagine them unfolding and being realized. It will be interesting one day to see how far off I doubtless am in some of my ruminations, and possibly how close I am in certain others. It is written in first person, with Frank Calloway as the protagonist. In case you missed it, the link to chapter 1 as at the bottom.
As I began walking toward the people I saw in the distance, I noticed that a small group of them had already begun coming in my direction. When we made eye contact from about fifty yards away, they smiled and waved at me, beckoning me to approach them. I did so. I didn’t recognize any of them, but their facial expressions plainly revealed how friendly and welcoming they were.
“Frank Calloway?” one of the men asked me, extending his right hand.
“How do you know my name?” I said, shaking his hand.
“We knew you were going to be called back sometime this morning; we’ve been waiting for you to be awakened.”
“So I have been resurrected, I take it,” was my response to that.
“Just so; we’ve been assigned to meet you and give you a brief rundown of what you can expect — sort of an informal orientation to the new world.”
They then introduced themselves by name. As I said, I had met none of them before; I felt completely at ease with them, though, as if we had known each other all our lives. I asked them where I was, exactly, and what year it was. They told me we were close to my grandparents’ old homestead in the rural part of what used to be called Mendocino County, California, and that the year was 2027 — or at least what I would initially think of as 2027.
Of course, this information just prompted more questions from me: How did they know my grandparents had homesteaded in this area in the 1800s? What was Mendocino County now called? What was California now called? How did they refer to the current year, if not as 2027?
They let me know that the names of many things had changed: The names of the days of the week are different, as the previous names venerated false gods — mythical gods (such as Sunday for the sun, Monday for the moon, Wednesday for Odin, Thursday for Thor, etc.); in fact, the name of the current day of the week, they told me, is Resurrection Day (I would soon find out why it has that name). Similarly, the names of the months were no longer what I was used to in my previous life. The planets of the solar system were no longer named for false gods, either.
As to Mendocino County having a different designation, it turned out that people now simply refer to various regions of the earth — the boundaries of which are all natural features, such as mountain ranges and rivers — by a descriptive name. There are no more Countries or States or Counties bounded by arbitrary imaginary lines based on political considerations, manipulations, and machinations. There are no more disputed zones fought over by neighboring countries, as there are no countries as such, the world being united under a heavenly government. There are no more borders. There is free movement for all. There are no language problems, as a debabylonization has occurred, and all speak the same language. This universal understanding is true not just literally, but also figuratively, as we speak the language of love (agape love, principled love for neighbor, but even more so, perhaps, philéo — brotherly affection). Also, there is no more need of exchanging monetary currency when traveling from region to region, as money is no longer used. There exists no prejudice based on race, ethnicity, gender, or social/economic standing. It would, in fact, be impossible to favor or disfavor people based on social/economic status, as all are on the same (high) level. There is no more division of the “haves” and “have nots”; all of humanity belong to the “haves.”
My welcoming committee then told me that there would be plenty of time to go into details about these types of things, but that my friends and relatives would tell me more about all of that. In fact, they said that we should get going to my reception.
“My reception?” I asked. “I’m throwing a reception? For whom?”
“It’s the other way around,” they told me. “The reception is for you. Many members of your family and some of your closest friends are hosting it. They are already there, waiting for you. We’ll take you there.”
- To be continued tomorrow
Chapter 1 is here.
Chapter 3 is here.