4 Beyond

"Heham," the Weaver said, showing himself as a light from the still dark sky. "Do not sacrifice your heart and put it back in you. Now I know that you fear me and obey me even if it costs you your life."

Heham placed his heart back to his chest, closed up the stitches, and knelt down in suspense.

"Because you have done this," said the Weaver. "I will be with you and your descendants forever."

Heham bowed down and was thankful for everything the Weaver said. He went back to his family after dusk and continued their journey into the unknown where the Grand Weaver will lead them.

Heham's life ended of old age, but he never gave up hope until his last breath. The Grand Weaver's promise still goes on for his descendants to lead them to the land he will give them. But generations passed, and as they multiplied inside a city belonging to an empire, they were made slaves of the king.

A man named Hohes, living in a nearby mountain, was chosen by the Weaver to set his people free from the hands of the king. The Weaver met Hohes on the mountain one night in the presence of fire.

"Hohes," said the Weaver.

Hohes was afraid and was reluctant to go near.

"Come and listen to my words," continued the Weaver. "You are to be the leader of my people. I will set them free from the bondage of their slavery in Hedon. Tell them what I will tell you."

"But I am timid and shy. I cannot handle being in groups of people," complained Hohes.

"I will make you strong and confident, Hohes," said the Weaver. "Trust in me and I will be your deliverer."

"How am I to lead a great number?"

"Take this needle."

The sky opened with thundering, then a needle came from the sky and pinned to the rock near Hohes.

"This will be your staff," the Weaver said. "Take it and use it according to my instructions."

Hohes started his mission and journeyed to the city of Hedon the next day. He went straight to the king and demanded.

"King of Hedon," said Hohes. "I am Hohes of whom your slaves belong to."

The king, half the size of a giant, stood up and thundered his golden scepter.

"Let my people go," said Hohes.

"How dare you!" exclaimed the king. "Never will I let them go."

Hohes went out of the king's palace then a soldier tried to kill him. He pointed his staff to the soldier and all the stitches in the attacker's body loosened. His insides were all brought out and it killed him. The king feared Hohes in his heart but remained unmoved. Hohes came to his people, spreading the word that the Weaver will set them free. Everyone was filled with hope and believed his word.

"The Weaver has instructed me," said Hohes. "This night, kill a kayot livestock and stick its thread on your doorframes."

Night came and the people of Hohes did as he instructed. At midnight came, a thick dark cloud covered the whole of Hedon. All the threads of the Hedon people's firstborns, including the kayots firstborns, were loosened. And there was great wailing and sadness that night.

The morning the next day, the king called for Hohes.

"Out!" said the king. "Out with you and your people!"

The king continued crying with the queen and his officials mourning for their children. Hohes ran to his people and shared the good news with them. Everyone stopped working and rejoiced as they heard they were freed. Millions of them hurried to their homes to pack their things up for tomorrow they will start their journey to the Weaver's promised land.

Morning came and everyone was with Hohes. They traveled through the city gates and out into the unknown. The Weaver guided them by a flying red thread by day and a flaming yellow thread by night.

While they were traveling the night after their escape, the king and his forces caught up with them, furious and infuriated. They rode chariots of gold and silver, with two-legged kayots pulling. As they were about to reach the people of Hohes, the Weaver intervened and separated the land between them. Some of the forces of the king were too late to stop in their tracks and fell to their deaths. Only the king and a few of his soldiers survived and went back home soon after realizing that they can never cross the gap.

Hohes and his people praised the Grand Weaver for freeing them from slavery. They continued to travel into the wilderness for years. But as time goes by, they get irritated and complain about their needs and wants to Hohes who in turn relay it to the Weaver. One night, Hohes and the Weaver's son talked inside the tent.

"Your people do not trust me. They lack faith and they keep complaining," said the son.

"I cannot go through all their complaints, my lord," voiced Hohes. "They're just too many of them."

"Do not worry," replied the son. "Tomorrow I will teach them that they should trust the one who freed them out of slavery."

The day after, Hohes gathered the people near his tent. There they gathered to grumble against the Weaver again.

"Those who have complaints, go through the left side of the camp," instructed Hohes. "Because the Weaver found you unfaithful, you are therefore punished to die in front of the whole people."

The Weaver set forth fire from the sky and burned those who were at the left. All the people were fearful of the Weaver and got their lives back on track to him. But after several months, they again complained to Hohes. Then a voice came from the sky.

"Because of your persistent disobedience, your generation will not reach the promised land," said the Weaver. "Only your children will be able to receive it."

Everyone mourned and repented of what they have done, but to no avail. Forty years passed and the last of the adult generation passed away. The children, who are now the adults were led by the Weaver to the great city they will possess. They built a temple for him, and have enjoyed years of prosperity and happiness on the promised land. But as years turned to decades, and decades to centuries, the people turned to enforce traditional practices and added cultural myths rather than have a proper creator-to-people relationship with the Weaver.

With all the recurring sins of the people, the Weaver tackled this with his son and their malaks above. The Weaver and his son have built a kingdom fortress for themselves. It was all made of gold and the streets of silver. At the center lies the throne of the Grand Weaver, near them by the center is the special plant of his, now a tree in the middle of a river running through the kingdom. All the malaks listened to the father and son's conversation.

"My anger burns against their disobedience," the Grand Weaver said, sitting by the throne.

"What can ease your anger, father?" asked the son.

The father's unseen face, only seen by the son, frowned in sadness and grief.

"My full wrath on a perfect person is all it could take to appease my anger forever," answered the Weaver.

"But father, no one is perfect and righteous in the world below," replied the son. "Not even one."

"Then they will all die from my wrath."

"No," said the son as he stands up. "There is a way."

The Weaver stood up and went to the edge of the throne, where the infinite horizon can be seen, with stars and galaxies above, and a sea of clouds below. He stood quiet, ready to listen to his son's reason.

"I will make myself into a person the same as the people under," said the son.

"Do you love them that much?"

"I do."

"Are you willing?"

"Yes."

"It will hurt me more than it will hurt you."

"It is my will and your will, father. For we are one."

The father sat back on the throne, ready to set the decree. A malak gave the Weaver a huge scroll. He opens the scroll and announces what is written.

"My son, whom I love, will go into the world, be born through a woman, and will be like the people under in every aspect. He will experience their pain, their curse, their temptation, and their suffering, but will remain perfect, in order to fulfill the only standard that will appease my anger. He will be the final sacrifice for the sins of all."

The son bowed down before the father.

"That is who you are father," said the son. "Because you are good, you hate the bad and provide justice for all."

"That is who I am," the father said slowly, closing his eyes in view of the son, in grief and sadness.

"Because I am good, and with justice in good, I must punish the sins of many and therefore satisfy my righteous wrath."

All the malaks praised the Weaver and his son.

The morning after, the son said to the father: "It is time."

The son closes his eyes and was transformed into a pearl heart shot from the sky in great light where everyone can see from below.

As a young woman was walking in the forest, she hears a huge blast and runs to it. She sees a crater and slid down to see the object that landed.

As she approaches, the heart glows. She tries to touch it and everything went blinding bright.