Part 94 of the ongoing saga of The Great Being, the One Self that manifests as each of us.
“What did you say?!” Nimrod demanded. The officer trembled as he fought to contain his panic, knowing that Nimrod often threw messengers of bad tidings into the fire pit.
“Lord, the teenage son of Terah went mad and destroyed gods, including several statues of you. He blamed it on the largest idol of you, and had placed the hammer in its hand.” The officer now had himself under control. He achieved this by accepting that he was about to die by fire.
“Bring Terah and his guilty son to me at once,” Nimrod said, sitting back down on his resplendent throne and emanating his eagerness for violence.
“There is more, Lord,” the officer said bravely, knowing that this would be the worst part.
“What is it?” Nimrod roared.
“The Chief Vizier has admitted that he made a grievous error. He now acknowledges that the guilty boy is actually the one we all thought you killed in this room fifteen years ago,” the officer said with dignity. “He said he now sees it clearly in the stars. Or saw it,” the officer corrected himself, “the Vizier poisoned himself and is dead.” Lucky man, the officer thought, as poison was far preferable to the fire pit.
But the officer remained among the living for that day. Nimrod saved up his vengeance for the pleasure of seeing Terah watch, hear and smell his son burn slowly to death, uncontrollably screaming and begging as his skin crisped, losing all control as they all did.
Nimrod noticed that the child did not even bow as he entered, despite his father’s pleadings. He bade them forward. Terah knew where to stop and his son followed his father’s actions. The teenager’s face lacked all fear, which inwardly scared Nimrod for a fleeting instant, and then he decided that the boy had no idea what was coming, and his pleasure heightened.
“What is your name, boy?” Nimrod asked evenly, but even so his voice boomed out.
“Abram,” the boy said simply. He knew he was expected to call this man “Lord” meaning God, and he was not going to do that. Whatever would happen would as always be entirely up to God. Abram had never heard of the Free Will Zone so he could not know that God played by his own rules, since he also played all roles, and would not necessarily intercede. Men, Angels, Agents, and all creatures are wise to admit that they cannot predict what God will do. Abram did not know either, but whatever was good enough for God, was good enough for him.
“Terah, I know that you lied to me and deceived me. After all I have done to make you the wealthiest man in Chaldea, to protect you from thieves, this was your gratitude,” Nimrod said harshly. Terah was shaking with fear of torture and could not speak.
“What do you worship?” Abram asked Nimrod. Nimrod’s eyes narrowed at the effrontery.
“I worship myself, and fire,” he hissed, dreaming of the burning that was to come.
“But since water puts out fire, wouldn’t it make more sense to worship water?” Abram asked.
“Sure,” Nimrod said, half-listening, “worship water then.”
“But then water evaporates into air,” Abram said, which confused Nimrod and got his attention. Evaporation was little known at the time. Abram had seen mist rising from water and knew what it had to mean. He spoke little about it since he took it to be obvious. “So we should worship air then, shouldn’t we?”The Circle of Elements: Image source
“Worship me and you might live another few minutes,” Nimrod said, “or even longer. You are interesting,” Nimrod admitted. Then he remembered his sages saying that this harmless-looking although strapping boy was destined for greatness beyond imagination. He could not afford to keep him around just for amusement. The boy was a danger and must be killed at once.
“The point is, it’s not any one thing we can see that we should worship,” Abram said. “There is clearly something greater that stands behind all these things, is causing them, and so is the sole proper object of worship.”
Nimrod had no appreciation for logic and these words meant nothing to him. He gave the order and Terah and Abram were seized and dragged out to the fire pit, followed first by Nimrod and then, in a long bridal tail that accumulated in the short walk from the throne room to the fire pit, hundreds of onlookers.
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The fire was already blazing, sending up a dark cloud that was whipped into a spiraling dance by the light wind.
God, do with me as you wish, Abram thought with equanimity.
TO BE CONTINUED
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