All kinds of people were walking through a great plateau that stretched seamlessly, there was no dust, all kinds of spirits hovered above them and on the horizons, one side was view of heaven and the other side was view of hell.

Some were mesmerized by the view of heaven, other looked terrified, at the fire of hell, both views could be clearly seen on the horizon, while the great great crowd marched towards a great great throne.

And holy phantom sitting on it, still as a statue, as high as the sky, in a place where sky meant nothing and where the sky used to be, there was head of this phantom, a father figure, light, thunder, and fire blazing from His eyes.

Looking at heaven, hell and the beholder of the day, as the crowd marched towards the great throne, uttering to each other all kind of things, there marched between them a man from planet three, with his head slighted down and gaze humbled, repeating over and over again,

“… be humble before God The Father Who puts his own son in the line to show his justice, be humble before God The Father Who puts his own son in the line to show his justice, be humble before God The Father Who puts his own son in the line to show his justice…“

That day, no one will argue what is God, for that the beholder of the throne will be an authority so majesty, doesn’t matter how high you’ll look, you won’t be able to catch the tip of his crown. Imagine what you want, you’ve told a thousand tales, but it will be like this.