"THE VOLUNTEER" A Story by Steve Savage "King of the Beasts"

I remember how I watched as he climbed up the ladder and entered the ship that brought me here. I also remember the abject loneliness I felt as the ship left the surface. I was never so isolated, so far from home and alone.

But I wasn’t alone! There were 276 souls, prisoners, and soldiers, who came before me aboard the Prison Ship that wrecked here during the Violent Celestial Storm of the Beginning.

Among them was a falsely accused Innocent who was classified among murderers and criminals that I volunteered to find and send back home.

When the Absolute divided within itself, into Existence and Relative Existence — One, Awareness, the Other, the Observed, a Horrific Violence, a Storm, as it were, at the Experiential Boundary where those “Two Great Seas” meet with such Ferocity, created, for lack of better words — Hell!

Even the most courageous of the Omnipotent’s Angels who looked upon that Horror, shrank back in fear of the Eternal Pain and Suffering which was there.

But it was the Omnipotent’s Son who was abducted and held hostage by the Prisoners.

“Who will go for Us?” He cried; “Who can We send?” His Anxiety was beyond the Dread of Suffering Eternal Grief. This was His Son!

He knew that when the bow of the Prison Ship was drawn into “The Place Where the Two Great Seas Meet,” it stuck and remained immovable, and the stern of the ship was broken up by the Maelstrom.

He feared that the soldiers’ plan to kill the prisoners, lest any escape, would also kill His Son, in error.

But the Centurion, wishing to save that Innocent, kept them from carrying out their plan. He ordered those who could swim to jump overboard first and make for the land and the rest on planks or on pieces of the ship.

And so it was that all were brought safely to land, and were now Stranded on an Island, a Great Round Ball in Mid-Eternity, the Interface of Zero and Infinity.

Because they were out of sight of Awareness, they were ignorant of who and what they were. It seems like only yesterday, but more than 2,000 years have passed since I first said, “I will go. Send me!” Knowing full well, I could never return home again.

I was the Ransom.

The Prisoners, because they were here before me, were always the First to Awake. Because I always shot off my big mouth, they also always knew who I was before I knew myself.

Their “Big Frame-Up” to get the Soldiers to kill me was reenacted dozens of times, through our countless lives.

“Forgive them, Father, they know not what they do.”

The Escaped Prisoners always hold positions of power, passing from Host to Host, whose names are “ Legion.” One, whose Host was “Herod,” killed 1,000’s of children in his effort to kill me when I was a child; 2,000 years later, he has killed millions trying to kill me in the womb.

But I’ve smartened up a lot in 2,000 years. How does it go? “Once burned, twice shy!”

The time has come to End Relative Existence and return to the Absolute; to bring on the Night of Brahma, Chaos, so the Golden Age may follow.

I have come as the Destroyer. The Prisoners have always been able to stave off this End by holding the Master’s Son as Hostage, but I have found the Master’s Son.

Their Hole Card is gone! He was hidden within me, the “King of Beasts.” “Duo Sunt in Homine,” There are Two Men in Man.

His Bride, the Shekinah, came to Him; they have gone through the Door and now they are One again in the Absolute.

With no Hostage to insure the Prisoners continuance, Relative Existence will soon be over.

“And the dust returns to the earth as it was, and the Spirit returns to God who gave it.”

There is one among you, a mortal; who, when he dies, the End comes. He has been a “Fail-Safe Mechanism,” independent of worldly authority.

Because he can relate all things to all things, he is the “Critical Point” personified.

When he dies, your Mortal selves, your hosts, will go — much like pulling the bottom can out of a Pyramid of Cans in a Supermarket, Order deconstructed into Chaos — THE GREAT DISSOLUTION.

Like Ron O’Neal said in the last line of the 1972 movie, “Super Fly,” “You better hope I don’t choke on a chicken bone.” But don’t worry guys; I volunteered to stay here with your Immortal selves.

What the Hell; if I can’t serve in Heaven, I might as well rule in Hell. And to make sure I’m not outnumbered, the Centurion and soldiers are staying with us.

Oh, when you see me in our appointed place;
Sitting upon the Throne of Hell,
You’ll have a last look upon the face,
Of one you knew too well.