It was an evening like any other.
I was locking up the lab as I always do, being the head supervisor I was always the last one to leave. It was mid November and things were beginning to cool off. There was a crisp chill to the air, a slight breeze, and one of my all time favorite aspects of the Whether: The Rain. Except on this particular day I hated the rain. Not because it was rain, but because the rain, for whatever reason, seemed dreadfully sad. And not just sad, but forlorn. I mulled over why for the first time in my life I was feeling this way about the downpour, but I quickly wrote it off to exhaustion! completely content with never giving it a second thought.
And than I felt it. And it confined me straight to the ground.
An explosion of pressure instantly shocked my entire body. It started at the crown of my head, and as it moved down past my eyes my vision faded into complete blackness. I felt my nose start to bleed, the air get ripped from my lungs, and my legs become useless, all with the sense that it was happening simultaneously but being felt in succession from top to bottom. The only explanation I could grasp onto is that I had died, but before I could ponder on how it was over, it was over. It was as if the force that had completely racked my body left in the same instant it had come.
I was overwhelmed with it all for what seemed like an eternity, but everything I had lost soon began to come back to me in the opposite order that it had left. My legs regained feeling, Oxygen filled my empty torso, my nose stopped bleeding, and my eyesight began to return, the world around me slowly coming back into focus.
Fear does not capture what I felt as my eyes laid upon the World before me.
White. Pure White. Expanding in all directions. No noise, no objects, no people, just white. I was absolutely certain I had died and I was crippled to the only thought being allowed to enter my mind, how long would it take insanity to clutch my now incredibly fragile state of mind and completely shatter my existence… and how excruciatingly painful it would be.
As I closed my eyes and began to weep, I heard a voice.
“You must have heard the rain. Nobody has heard the rain in nearly 2000 years”
Startled as I was, I quickly reclaimed my fleeting sanity and turned to face the voice which had come from behind my current position. When I whirled around to lay eyes on my companion, I forgot how to breathe. I had always considered myself a very straight man, one who had always thought the female form to be the more beautiful of the sexes, but in the moment I laid eyes on him I severely questioned that orientation.
He was clearly not human, but in human form. Regardless of this, the sight of him was the most beautiful anything I had ever seen. He wore nothing, but his skin radiated and shined like the sun itself had taken form. His hair waved and whipped around like fire, changing from oranges and reds to whites and blues and back again continuously. The pure white landscape that fell behind him warped and contorted as if his true form was contained in multiple spacial dimension that were undoubtedly far beyond what my human mind could register.
“Are you God?” I said almost inaudibly as these seemed to be the only words that I was able to coherently bring together.
He chuckled and said “Oh no, Heavens no. Like you, only an expression. But welcome child, you are not dead and you need not be afraid.”
The moment his words entered my ear canal, I was overcome with a sense of total peace and serenity. I was no longer afraid, no longer tense. His words alone completely overthrew my most instinctual and primal responses, let alone my logic and reasoning. I had no idea what happened, where I was or what was yet come, but I believed him in saying that there was no reason for fear. Every part of me was consumed with the knowledge that I was safe.
I took a deep, long breath, and began to speak.
“If you are not God, than who are you? Are you Christ?”
“Wrong again young one, although you are getting closer. You know of me from the same book.”
“Moses…? Or maybe one of the apostates? Peter, John?”
“Young Child, I am who the people of your planet call Lucifer.”
@justinc123, That was a really interesting story, it was to short though but I’m guessing from the title that you plan to continue it (Unless you only put the part 1 there as some sort of trick). What is the significance of hearing the rain? Also if you have ever read the short story The Egg, this kind of reminded me of it except the opposite, like instead of meeting God the main character meets the Devil, although this Lucifer doesn’t seem like such a bad guy. Anyways that was a great read, keep up the good work.
And I thought this was a real experience experienced. Really good, I’m attracted to these kinda stories. Reading stories like these satisfies my spiritual hunger when I do have them, lately I haven’t been motivated to spiritually fulfill myself.
No I’m not, I browse this site in total apathy.
When I come on this site there’s few things that spark my interest to read and this thread happened to be it. It falls in line with thoughts I have in spirituality and I enjoy reading it.