4

With the advent of salvation as it was called the Yogs all returned to the county of their birth and are still there for the most part as gods in a world full of man. But many including Man and Lady who were not born and the spouses John provided to keep them from a sin unto death who all have the memory of a normal but uneventful childhood though there was none. But all but Owpe had forgotten their names and found no need for new names since all they said or done was in John anyway. When John needed a prophet he just raised one up of those in Jesus or that was suitable and in the Spirit of Spirits or God.

A new Towratgote had come to power who never knew what Jesus had done for all of man or even heard of the Spirit of Spirits and considered John a myth without much magic in it came to power being the son of the last Towratgote’s brother for that Towratgote had no children. But in those days God was respected by most and this new Towratgote was jealous because who was this God and who were the Yeu of God but an unexplainable paradox in the lifespan of what he thought to be another type of man besides man that may well live forever. There was no converting him. He considered God as nothing and went about his business denying any direction or intervention of any kind from God.

There was a man from a small town called Biogos. He was a righteous man and highly esteemed in his town and the surrounding rural area with a lot of faith, a good man named, His is the One or Hito. 

John went to him and said to him, “Hito, I want you to serve me in the city.”

Hito replied, “Who is this, Lord?” for he had never heard anyone but the Spirit of Spirits the one who told John about him when he asked her if she knew of anyone he could count on to witness to the Towratgote and was told he often spoke of her to others and converted some from godlessness to believing in her. “I will go, but who are you, my Lord?”

“My name is ‘God is Gracious’ or John in my native language,” he said, “But the one you know will be with you.”

“How many gods are there?” he asked. 

“There are many thousands,” John answered but there are only four major ones, “John, the Spirit of Spirits, Jesus and God. But we are all one with all of us major ones and the minor ones One God. I am the only one of the major ones who was taken back to the beginning to be made a God in the One God who is now four called the Four. I was born in a previous creation as a man, but I was never actually a man though even I thought I was. God did not.” I told him by imploding his mind and spirit that he might understand me totally and the Spirit of Spirits then imploded his mind to help him see what it all meant and he got it all but did not understand what he now knew.

“I hope you don’t mind,” Hito said to me, “John, if I don’t ever explain that to anyone. It was all very strange to me. But I love it. It is like an explosion of understanding what things are even if I do not understand what it all means. Did anyone else ever have that happen to them?”

“Yes,” the Spirit of Spirits said to him.

“You could leave today,” John told Hito. “But it can wait a while if you want to say good-bye to anyone.”

“Oh,” Hito said, “I can do that right now.”

Then he went to the center of town and sounded the bell in what had once been a church and people came out of their stores and houses for what seemed a long way off. He kept ringing it and waiting for those farthest away who could not hear the bell and had to be told by others nearer by, that the bell in town was ringing. Then when it was quite a crowd with nearly everyone puzzled by what Hito might have to say to them.

“I want to say good-bye,” he said and the silence seemed to produce an even more silent hush as a dog in the distance began to bark and a baby cried somewhere in the crowd. “God wants me to serve him in the city. What one and for how long I don’t know. But I do know that a man will be saved who is very important and as different as a mosquito and a full grown bull are different from each other. We will even be served by the change that occurs because of this lone man he has so much power.”

“Who the heck is he, Hito, the Towratgote?” an old man with no teeth near the front asked.

‘Is it?’ he asked the Spirit of Spirits.

But she said, ‘Leave that to me.’

“I don’t know,” Hito told the man, “So I ain’t saying.”

“Do you mean to say you are going off gallivanting in the city just to tell one man about God?” his neighbor asked  but he ignored her.

“Is what she says true?” a man in the crowd wearing a suit of fine clothes made his way to the front so as to be seen as much as to be heard. “Well, I say we won’t let you go. The onliest peculiarity you have is all this nonsense about God and all. We love you Hito and we are not going to let you go gallivanting in the city on the sayso of your voices. They are likely to put you away somewhere. They ain’t nothing. Do you hear me? There ain’t nothing to them. Have any of the rest of us ever heard them and you admit you never even seen them before but God is always with you but not always with us. There ain’t no good can come of it and as Mayor I can’t let you do it son.”

Then we manifest, the Spirit of Spirits on his left side so he was at her right hand and John on his right side.

They fell to their knees and bowed their heads afraid to look at us as Hito said, “Now do you believe me Mayor?”

We never said a word. We, the three of us, just turned toward the main entrance to town since exit doesn’t seem proper since nothing and no one comes into that town that ever leaves. Then one by one they each stood up and watched us leave without a word either.

“Do we need to prepare him?” John asked the Spirit of Spirits.

“It appears we might,” she said as John turned to look back at the town, seeing they hadn’t moved since they stood and just stood there gawking at us.

“Is their mind blown?” John asked her.

“They just never thought more than once in a while about it. In town there isn’t much to think about so you sort of get used to thinking about what others say a lot,” Hito said.

“Have you ever been to a city, Hito,” John asked him.

“No,” the Spirit of Spirits said.

“I go there in my thoughts though sometimes. But to be honest nobody in town ever went anywhere that I know of but me. I went around to the neighboring towns to tell as many people as I could about God. They all thought I was teched but I did convince a few,” Hito said. “They were all more interested in my name when they found out what it meant. They couldn’t decide what one my daddy when he was alive meant by calling me He is the One. One what? You know what I mean. I never have known and I doubt he did. It’s like knowing You is a real person named God though you can’t see him, never hear him and have never felt his touch. You just know he’s there because of all three of them things and that other sensing you do in your mind when you see it has to be.”

“You like to talk,” John said, “Don’t you, Hito?”

“Not much unless I have something to say, that is,” Hito said.

We continued to walk and talk with Hito and John wished he had known him before but sensed everybody took to him right away like that and found my mind thinking the way he talked.

We went all the way to the wilderness of the Yeu but didn’t talk to anyone just between the three of us until we came to Owpe’s camp. Then we just stood there until his wife, Girl, noticed us and said, “Owpe! Someone is here.”

He was sitting in a luxury chair and had it leaned back nearly all the way half asleep right next to Girl. When he saw us he got up. He recognized John but he didn’t recognize the other two of us. So he got up out of his chair and stood there a moment before he extended his hand to John.

“God,” Owpe said, “It is good to see you. I am awfully sorry about the trouble between us.”

“We can talk about that later,” John said, “I want you to meet the Spirit of Spirits.”

He was looking at her but when I said her name he changed his glance and peered at Hito thinking God was male so the Spirit of Spirits must be. But it didn’t set with him that he would manifest as a hayseed country boy. So he looked to me to clear his confusion.

I did and immediately he saw his error.

“Pardon me, God,” he said and stuck out his hand but she stepped into it and hugged him making tears come to his eyes, not enough to run down his cheeks or anything but more than enough to call it teary eyed. Then he sniffed loudly and wiped his nose with an expensive handkerchief and held his hand out to Hito and said, “And you are?” Then he thought for a moment and said, “You are not Jesus or God, are you?”

“Huh-uh!” Hito said. “Are you God?”

“No,” Owpe said, “I am sort of a Yeu except everything I say is used against me now though John said it would only be until the Towratgote died?”

“That is all over and done with like water on the down river side of the bridge,” John said, “Why haven’t you let go of it yet? It almost made you a false prophet when you read it in me and jumped to conclusions about me being the savior of the Earth not Jesus. What did you hope to gain by that?”

“I thought I could force you into forgiving me,” Owpe said.

“You were forgiven,” John said, “All this time.”

“But it’s my name, a name for my shame,” Owpe said, “How can that be?”

“Your name was the Yog of Poquitos if you wanted it but you chose to hang onto your shame. There is no shame in being the Yog of any city,” John said.

He cheered up. Then he wiped his nose again but he could not hide the tears running down his cheeks. His wife, Girl, dabbed at them to clear them away as quickly as possible.

“Don’t cry now,” Girl whispered to the Yeu, “You are a Yeu of God again.”

“I know, shush!” the Yeu said softly, “If you would have kept quiet they would not have noticed it as much.”

Then Girl turned to John and said, “We can go back to my city and share being Yeu of God in it? It’s a much larger city than Poquitos is?” while nodding her head.

“Shush! Woman!” he said and Girl, the Yeu of Handover reacted like he meant it to be a curse on her.

It is a curse word to Yeu females to be called a mere woman.

“Girl,” the Yeu of Poquitos  said. “I love you. But sometimes you annoy me terribly. But don’t worry. It only makes me love you more.”

“How does that work?” Hito asked.

“Well,” the Yeu of Poquitos said and we let him explain, “The ones that are the easiest to love we don’t have to put any effort into it and we take them for granted a little but those we do have to make an effort to love we can’t afford to take for granted or it would be to hate them. We must love and there is more to loving the person than there are easy ones whom we only really love part of the time I think if we are honest about it.”

“You are not easy to love Yeu of Poquitos,” John said, “But you are alway loved by me, you rascal.” Then he hugged him around the neck and wept as he and the Yeu of Handover and the Spirit of Spirits did.

They stayed three days with the Yeu of Poquitos and his wife the Yeu of Handover as they addressed only John and Hito by name and simply made eye contact with the others when they wanted to talk to them or see how they were taking something they said.

“You are leaving soon,” the Yeu of Poquitos said, “And your mission will be a success. I have complete confidence in Hito to do any job you set before him and only that you want of him and nothing more. He is the one.”

“Hey!” Hito said, “That’s my name!”

“There is a certain magic in a name,” the Yeu of Poquitos said, “But my name is to my vanity and not to my humility. I am afraid I will be ashamed of it for a very long time.

“You are coming with us, my Yeu,” the Spirit of Spirits said. “You know the current Towratgote’s uncle and his father. It would be shameful for the Towratgote not to you and your people. It is the only way. He has never seen a real living Yeu. Hito hadn’t either. Did you know they never die?” she finished by looking into Hito’s eyes that suddenly became excited as he bowed to the Yeu sensing his holiness.

“Even if they are cursed to death?” Hito asked.

“It has never happened so far,” John said but it did with two of them, Tsohm and Girl. “I stand corrected” John said, realizing that the Spirit of Spirits had purposely convicted him of the lie and revealed it to the Yeu of Handover’s mind and in the process had perhaps as a byproduct also revealed to everyone his error. They all hugged each other separately one on one as only the Yeu of Handover was left behind.

When they got to the city of Unites Hito was amazed by the building for he had been taken aback by the architecture of all them but they pale in the sight of the great beauty of Unites.

A man stopped them as they walked on the gold rimmed sidewalks and said to John, “Have you got a smoke?” who immediately gave him one. He lit it and looking at Hito acted like he had seen a ghost. “Don’t do it!” he cried, “If you go through with your mission you will die! Please, I beg of you. Go back to your little hometown or you will never see it again!”

John put his arm under his shoulder and hurried him along.

“But he is You!” Hito said. “What does he mean I will die?”

“There are several ways to die,” John said, “And die you will.”

“I will die!” he said. “How?”

“The only way there is to die,” the Spirit of Spirits said. “Don’t worry! You, whom God made you will be okay forever. I will see to it. Who and what you are, your soul will always be in you. It is a living thing that can never die even if you pay it no mind. It lives on anyway.”

“I don’t want to die!” Hito said still afraid they meant his body would die.

“If only that was all,” the Spirit of Spirits said. “Your body is nothing compared to the rest of you.”

“I don’t know!” Hito said, “It is pretty important to me.”

“Your body will be fine,” John said reassuringly, “But you will be completely different. Even if you go home again you will find that no one there knows you. They might not even understand you or think the things you do are completely different and you will feel like a stranger there for the rest of your body’s life.”

“This is bad!” he said emphasizing the is. “I want to go home!” he begged.

“I thought you said we could count on him?” John said to the Spirit of Spirits.

“We can,” she answered, “It is just completely new to him.” Then she imploded to his mind what was going to happen to him and what it meant for God, the nation, his hometown even and himself.

He stopped in the street. “You do mean I will be someone else,” he said, “Everywhere I go people will say, ‘He is the one! Hito, he did it.’ What is that called in my language? I will die and no one will ever be the same for anybody ever again.”

“It is fame,” the Spirit of Spirits said to him. “It is still the same thing. Remember what you were before you started sharing me with the others in your hometown? What were you? Think! You are not that now but completely different. Everybody, whether convinced or not, are not the same. Everyone dies, Hito. Make it count for good and always be loving! It’s so real you can hear it, see it, feel it and it is real to your mind, Hito. It is really there. Go for it. Nobody else will. You are the only one who can do it because it is you. It is what Yeu made you. Even God cannot take that away from you if you don’t refrain and die for evil. Ready?”

He nodded. The Spirit of Spirits looked at John and John at her and the Yeu of Poquito looked at them too and saw what would happen. Then he looked at Hito and had compassion on him and said, “You do not have to do this. You know? They will have other chances. It  is just this is the best way. Do it now or wait centuries for the next opportunity when some Yeu will be able to do it or something similar. It has to stop and the options are only you. You are Yeu like a Yeu of God but you are only a man. Everybody will understand. Really! They will.”

Hito remembered what it had been like when he realized his voice was real, that it was Yeu and Yeu was the only connection to God. Now he realized that the Spirit of Spirits was that God he had connected to. God. God? God!!! He was suddenly calm and confident. It would be so easy. All he had to do was be himself. The Towratgote was just another man who needed God so badly and didn’t even know that he couldn’t fathom it and maybe never would and he could change that and change the world. The world. The world? The world!!! He fainted.

“He is dead,” the Spirit of Spirits said. “What if he wakes up as someone else?”

“It was the only way,” John said.

“You mean there will never be another chance?” the Yeu of Poquitos said.

“You b*****d!” John shouted at him as people were staring with one dead and one cursing another one. What did he do?

“What did I do?” the Yeu of Poquitos said for he knew his emotions had gotten away with him and they had taken him too far again.

“Look, Yeu,” John said, “You were the only one that could stop him. To take a chance like that we needed you to make sure it was real and true. And, you turned against us. You confused him. He decided to do it. Then the confusion blew his mind. He has to have changed. He is not the one or Hinto, not he is the one or Hito.”

Hito moaned and looked strangely at the three of them gathered around him. “Hito isn’t my name anymore,” he said and they realized he was someone else.

“It’s okay, buddy,” John said and helped him up. “You okay? Buddy? You okay?”

“Yeah uh I think. I am. I’m fine,” he said, “My head hurt like hell!”

“You’re alright,” the Spirit of Spirits said, “You are probably the bravest man I have ever seen! You are not Htio anymore you are He is the One Who Tried or Hitowt. I am so proud of you. I really thought you were the one.”

“I did too,” he said, “Oh! Ow!!!”

“Now don’t die on me now buddy,” John said, “We might not be so lucky next time. Try not to remember. Remember that! Think you can?”

“No! No! I’m dying!!!” Hitowt shouted as a crowd gathered now.

“God we need you here,” John said. “This kid will be an idiot if we don’t take away what we did to him?”

“You mean what Owpe did,” God said.

Then Jesus said, “Okay Father,” and Hitowt seemed to go completely limp but John and the Spirit of Spirits held him up because of the crowd staring at them wondering what was wrong with Hitowt. Then he was fine. He looked at us and said, “What happened?” 

Owpe said, “I think you had a seizure.”

Hitowt said, “It doesn’t seem like any time has passed. That prophet! What did he say?”

“He said you would die, remember?” John said. “He meant he sensed you unconscious for a while. You were, buddy. That’s all.”

The Spirit of Spirits convicted him of lying again.

“What is with you today?” John said. “You’re more irritating than  Jesus is sometimes.”

She made a face and looked at him as if to say, “We know you’re hiding something. Would you care to say it?”

“Don’t say it,” John said. “I know. I know. I know, okay? God, I love you.” Then he looked at Owpe and said, “You’ll never change but I love you. Do you want the name Owpe again or do you want a new one like He Screwed Up or Hsu or something? What are you? Why aren’t you evil?”

“I’ll take Hsu,” Owpe said and disappeared but no one noticed except the Yeu of Handover noticed him immediately. “Don’t ask,” he said to her and sat down in his luxurious chair. “So call me, He Screwed Up or Hsu. It’s like I was only man. But I better get used to it. It doesn’t look like I’ll ever change now. John prophesied I will never change.”

She bent over him and kissed his forehead and put her head next to hers. “I love you so much it hurts me more than it does you. If only you could be more humble instead of being negative all the time. Here let’s try a new spirit. That might be all it is. Give yours up darling. That’s it. Good boy! Now just rest a while.”

“Do you really think that is all that was wrong?” he asked.

“Spirits really are nothing but moods John thinks,” she said. “Maybe he’s right. She could kill you. Well! She could! If she does you’ll be happier. And stop thinking of John!”

“But he’s such a nice guy,” he said, “Think what he said to me. I let him down again and this time it is permanent.”

John, the Spirit of Spirits and Hitowt whom they humored and called him Hito. It was such a tiny lie with the sound of a t at the end. It could be a mistake anyone could make.

They walked down the street and in a crowd John disappeared. But the Spirit of Spirits had her buddy Hito back. His name was a lie now but she could get used to it she guessed. He had been so brave. They walked and walked until Hito was dog tired then she took him home and he was so glad to see everyone and they were so glad to see him.

“I hope you never change,” she said to his mind.

“You can count on it,” he said, “That is what we were talking about dying. How did that go again?”

“Never worry about it again,” she said.

“Tell me something that will happen so when I die I know it’s really you, Spirit of Spirits,” he said.

“Well the Towratgote will change the world,” she said, “It will be about half good and half mean, half loving and half unkind, half right and the other half right so we can do nothing about it. I don’t think we'll ever feel the need to ever call on Hsu.”

“No. No. No,” he said, “I mean like events.

“Two little boys in town,” she said, “Will be known as He is Dead Eyed Joe or Hidej and He is Who Eggs him on or Hiweho will shoot the bell rope, but not because of what they did, the next day it will fall. But you will pray for a miracle and I will put it back like it always was but with a new rope!”

“When will it happen?” he asked.

“After you tell the mayor what will happen and who is really responsible for it. But don’t call me Spirit of Spirits, use my acronym Sos like in so many sos.” God said.

“Got it,” he said.

He fell asleep shortly thereafter and Sos said, “Good night Hito.”

Then John lay on his bed thinking about what it was going to be like with the good not surrounded by evil this time but with it continually coming back to about half. The good would not stick together and start backstabbing each other. The churches would split into denominations hampering their ability to take the world for God and Jesus in the Spirit of Spirits until they will never have gotten more than about 50-50.

Then the evil will in the end go for it and try to wipe the good out. It will be an apocalyptic ending but good will lose and evil will not be able to make it without any good, devouring itself for if need be the entire Four will see to it that it is always unstable and take the better ones out and leave the worst.

Great horrors will happen if John has it in him but he sees a possibility as he sees the future now it will be as Jesus wants it, a finish where the evil doesn’t give up until the last two men on Earth are left fighting it out until the good one dies and the evil one is left to die of old age, the victor but with everything and no one to share it with or to stand with against the elements until he too dies scared, alone and injured with only his evil thoughts, awake but it making no difference until he goes to sleep and dreams in reality until his life is gone and he is in the abyss and doesn’t know it.