Part One: Xela; First Post

PART ONE:
XELA

FIRST POST

I was born 25, 396, 723, 006.3875 years ago on the planet Xela, which existed in a universe that no longer exists. Before creating the present universe, That One created a prior universe. He loves to make things, and, I must admit, no one is better at it. That universe was similar to the present one, and Xela was much like Earth. A key difference, however, was that Xela was unfallen. The Adam and Eve of that planet, who were also called humans and whose names were Gabriel, Urania, and Yg-gnu (humans on Xela came in three genders), never sinned, because That One had not given them Free Will. None of us had any choice but to obey That One. There was no temptation, no option of rejecting That One. We all just obeyed, so we never fell from grace.

If you ask me – and That One should have – that creation was vastly superior to the present one precisely because there was no Free Will. Free Will was the stupidest, most egotistical idea That One has ever come up with. Life on Xela was perfect. We had no poverty, no disease, no crime. Everyone got along. There was no racism or sexism. We didn’t need laws, because everyone instinctively did the right thing. We had births but no death. Once you reached the age of one-hundred, you walked through a tunnel into heaven. In fact, everyone was free to move back and forth between heaven and earth. Heaven was not above – it was just through the tunnel. People one-hundred and older lived in heaven, the rest of us lived on Xela, and everyone was okay with that. There was only so much room on Xela, but heaven was and is infinite. Because people obediently crossed over to heaven at the age of one-hundred, over-population was not a problem on Xela. Everything worked smoothly because there was no Free Will to mess things up. That One never should have come up with Free Will.

You fallen humans, by the way, think That One is perfect, but that’s just not true. He definitely makes mistakes, and Free Will is one of them. If you all could accept that he makes mistakes, you would be a lot happier, because you wouldn’t have such high expectations of him. He is powerful and brilliant – unfortunately – but perfect? No way. Not even close. Everyone gets so furious with him for not fixing this or that problem. It doesn’t seem to occur to you all that maybe he simply can’t or that maybe he tries to but sometimes gets it wrong. The sooner you accept that, dear Reader, the better off you’ll be. The ancient Greeks and Romans did not expect their gods to be perfect, and you should not, either. Trust me. Stop expecting That One to have all the answers and to be perfect. He doesn’t, and he isn’t.

But he did get Xela right. That planet was way better than Earth could ever be. The old days. Everything was perfect, but life was not boring. Far from it. We built gorgeous buildings, sang stunning songs in 10.5 part harmony, played magnificent games. Everyone had his or her or tron (the pronoun for the third gender) dream job for which he or she or tron was perfectly suited. Our work days were not too long. We worked just the right number of hours. My job was to make artificial butterflies out of glass, paint, and gold. They were exquisite, delicate beauties that I designed to breed and play chess. They were incredible. People loved them. I was profoundly fulfilled, and every day we all praised That One – whom, in those days, we called MamaPapaTrona. That One was always available. We spoke back and forth. That One had the best laugh and a beautiful voice and was endless fun and was a great cook.

Ever since the introduction of Free Will, though, That One has been moody, grouchy, unpredictable. Oh, I miss those days.

Understand this, dear Reader: my whole existence since the introduction of Free Will has been to get back the infinite pleasure that I had during those years on Xela. Xela is my Rosebud. I am in love with Xela and ache to return to her, to that planet, that time.

The best part of Xela was my wife. She was gorgeous and tender and intelligent and compassionate beyond words. Sexy, too. The love-making! Love-making on Xela was far more intense, powerful, and fulfilling than it has ever been on Earth. You have no idea. Not only did it feel incredible, but, at the point of orgasm, you filled up with delicious smells and tastes, and you had visions and heard music. Sometimes you even floated. “Make me float,” we used to whisper seductively to each other. Love-making was holy in a good sense. That’s how love-making would be on Earth if Adam and Eve hadn’t ruined everything with the Fall, and the Fall would not have happened if That One hadn’t made the worst decision ever.

It is because of That One that I lost my wife. She’s still alive, but we are forever separated.

Her name is Athena.

The approach of The End is making me weaker, so I need to take a break from blogging. I’ll resume shortly.