7

‘Prophesy that you are Hito,’ Michael suggested to Sitroe.

“I will not!” she said in outrage, dragging the not out longer than normal.

‘Go to your bedroom,’ Michael suggested again, ‘Now everyone thinks you are out of your mind.’

Sitroe looked around her and easily ascertained he was quite right. Then she dismissed her entourage and walked rapidly for one her age to her bedroom though Michael suggested she slow down for she might have a heart attack which she didn’t take seriously. Once there she paced until Michael suggested she sit down on a couch and make herself comfortable. Then he manifested in his normal manifestation standing in front of her.

She screamed because she thought she saw a ghost. But he assured her he was not a ghost at least not exactly but an angel. After he got that through to her she was alright with him manifesting.

“You are Hito!” she said, emphasizing thee, are.

“Not exactly,” Michael said. “You are. I am just an energy being with a spirit the sum total of what John wants me to say and do for you, a messenger.”

“John? Hmph!” she said. “Now I’m supposed to believe in characters in a myth. Next you will want me to believe in Jesus I suppose.”

“Ask her if she wants to steal the thunder of the Oojiogs,” Sos suggested to Michael but she heard her.

“You bet I do!!” she shouted as a servant came to her door knowing she was the only one in there and hearing her almost screaming as if she were very angry at someone. So she left a beverage at the door and knocked, only to hurry away. Sitroe answered her door and, seeing the beverage, thought, ‘Now even the servants think I’m crazy.’ She left the beverage tray and all, unwilling to bend down to get her own drink.

“The way I see it you have to address the people for what Afpoj has said has the whole world wondering what will happen next or perhap I should say now, ‘What is happening next, right now.’” Michael said.

“I won’t justify that mumbo jumbo with any sort of comment,” she said, “It isn’t even rational.”

“It isn’t,” Michael said, “And I’m not here showing myself and talking directly to you.”

“That is the first rational thing that I have heard since I asked that old man what the hell he was doing here,” Sitroe said. “But I am still seeing things and hearing things.”

“Exactly,” Michael said, “I have stolen your thunder and your peace of mind and have gotten the better of you just by saying what you want to hear. Is there any harm in that? Just think of me as a new faculty that has come upon you so that you have personified what you don’t want to have happen and yet are free to say and do anything you want to me or with me. Now that isn’t quite true. You cannot do anything you might want to me. Now can you.”

Sitroe was offended and suddenly stood and slapped Michael’s face with the palm or her hand. Angels feel no pain. But it did startle him a little bit. He had not anticipated it.

“Look,” he said to Sitroe, holding her wrists so she could not swing again. He had been touched before but it was rare and now the ice was broken, the whole surface of the waters collapsed. Then he looked her in the eyes until she regained her composure. The last thing he needed was to have her become irrational. “All I want you to do is play along with me that you,” he emphasized that word, “Are the Hito and do whatever you want to prove it to them and then pretend that I the angel in his prophecy has left you.”

She was stunned.

“Then I leave you and you go back to normal and you betray them to your own actual strategy,” Michael explained. “You believe that Jesus isn’t actually coming anyway so there is nothing to fear and nothing that can go wrong with them finally convinced you are, He is the One that was prophesied much to their astonishment.”

“That is unmitigated genius!” she shouted, “Except for one thing. They will never believe me that I am Hito.”

“That is where I, your new faculty, come in. I give you the words to say to convince them this earth is round for instance if that is what you want. You are sure I am just an illusion anyway and you can let me finish driving you crazy or you can make use of me and I will tell you things that will work for you if you always do what I want but always leaving you in complete control and perfectly free to do your own will.”

“How do I know you aren’t just making a fool of me and will actually betray me?” she asked. “You are damned clever to promise me this. I’ll give you that and you don’t intend to take my kingdom away from me but only clear the way for some babbler to pretend to be Jesus which should be easy enough to put an end to for no one man can defeat those religious nut’s army let alone mine and both of us? No way! You my dear Michael are not as good at politics as I am. Just look what I have done to my darling little girl’s husband when we found out he was actually a homosexual.”

“Exactly,” Michael said, “I probably can do nothing you can’t do which only makes it interesting. Those impressionable people may even buy a magic trick or two to help us along. You are as smart as Efpoj and can use the people’s insanity against them the same as he can from the day they are convinced on and if you can convince them you are Hito and a God your reign outlasts your life like the Yeu even if like all the Towratgotes you do die to be the new God of Earth.”

“But what if you really do exist?” Sotroe said.

“You don’t believe that,” Michael said, “You still have a sane part like most of those who were fooled by that one who made Jesus a God though there is no proof of it and existing in their beliefs like you will anyway.”

“If I submit and buy what you say, am I insane?” Sitroe asked. “No. I am as sane as those crazy Yeus are anyway. They are completely sold on the idea that it was John that created them to live forever. Maybe that is all it really takes to just believe it completely you will either go insane as you die or live forever one way or the other...

Alright. I’ll do it. But why do I believe you intend to be that God and that is the only catch and even then it is me that goes on and you die with the rest of my thoughts. The joke is on you buddy!” Then she stood again for she had sat down in the end and doubled her fist and jabbed him in his big strong right arm.