Behind the Mask is a Hero

My name is Truth. I was named that for some obvious reasons that even I am only learning now. I want to share my story yet I am not sure you are wanting to hear my story be told.

As usual as most believe, I was born in a galaxy that was so far away, it was in another universe filled with justice seekers and justice dwellers. It was filled with ones who abhorred anything that opposed the truth. It was given its name by the one who had originally created it, so there was only the records or recorded materials revealed in the great room of reading and knowledge.

The ones who were before, had made it what it was to be in the present. They lived in a different time and were not always followed or accepted as the Truth Seekers. Of course, one had to show actual proof of anything that was opposite of truth and justice, to bring the proof before the council and then it was read and decided upon if it was legit or even worthy to be considered part of a new truth. Most were led to the outer regions and were never seen or heard from again.

My what secrets of any kind will do to a person, when after their initial torture and punishment, were vaporized and their molecules were used to raise up anew statue, in their honor as a martyr.

It was on one dark event that the truth and justice were played against each other, which caused the raging battle to begin with the council halls and led to the disruption that escalated into a division which no one was prepared for.

The cracks were widened as the foundations became worn by the constant pounding of the gavel and the judges of old were then placed into shackles and banished to the nether regions of what was to become known as the final finale.

It led most to take sides, and the division was made deeper and crumbled under the weight of both sides being strengthened by one side or the other. The truth seekers were sought out and the falsehoods seekers, grew in numbers, multiplying by thousands even millions.

Justice was not known to take sides, but the lack of interest in such matters caused the inner core to become so hot, it exploded and made most turn into burnt ashes as the heat seared their flesh and melted them alive, some who held children, were then melted together as they became a lump of mass.

In this instance, I was not sure when or why I was spared. I was a seeker of truth and justice, yet the decision was made for me to leave along maybe around a hundred or so, that were sent to a planet in several galaxies away, named Earth.

Like the fictitious character, Superman, we all landed in the same way, were then pushed out only to realize that our new place to live was not as we were lied to about all the many years, we were on our former home planet.

Then the war on Earth began, with many deciding to take up with the dark side of evil and horror, while only a few chose the light side and along with me, we found our way to a place called the Resurrection Abound. We chose this and were allowed to live peacefully, until they went on a rampage and destroyed most of the dwellers who were inhabitants of Earth.

Their vile and loathsome attitude was more than most could bear or handle, the overbearing ones turned many into slaves or workers of cruelty, only to feed off their fears and place them into deep holes with no way or means to escape. The ranks of the enslaved grew and then they took charge in a bloody battle named Outward Inners.

It was a war that left the area of their own enslavement, and then countries were being drawn into the ensnared lies and broken promises. The countries were toppled one by one, and more lives were taken or lost to humanities stupidity and ignorance.

The ones who survived, heard of our state and decided to venture out towards our location, but by the time most made the journey, it was like travelling to Mars, taking around 10 to 30 years for anyone reached us. Most that were at the beginning of the journey died enroute. Along the former highways and roads were the final resting places of many who never entered into a new Promise Land, which made for viewing by those who knew the truth behind these markers of death.

My mission had been simple from the beginning, and it was about to be tested by the lucky ones who made the journey that ended at our doorstep. Yes, first one had to ride on the tight winding roadway that led to an entrance of a mountain, that was at the very top of said mountain. It was well guarded and well maintained so that no one could enter in the area without permission from our Creator.

The price for entry was a simple price, that was paid for by one who was the only one worthy to pay that price. If at the bottom of said mountain you were offered a gift and you received such gift, then you were allowed entry at that point, and you then roamed freely among with all that had been maintained before you.

If you refused the gift, that was offered you freely, you were then banished out to never be allowed to enter and you possibly would die right where you stood. Simple as this offer seemed most that were offered it were too stubborn to accept it, as they all thought it had a catch.

Those that received freely, were given all new things, including their very bodies, which meant all they had suffered and had before was removed and eliminated. The Great One was whom they would be seen by and the Great One was the Judge of all. You had to be represented by your advocate, who would speak on your behalf, for it was He who had paid the ultimate price that allowed you entry into the Promise Land.

You were greeted by those who guarded the place and those who had gone on before you. Many had traveled to here and many did not enter in, as most were disbelief in the simple acceptance.

You knew those who you had known in your life and were able to speak to them and celebrate with them, for all who entered in had chosen the correct answer, and with joy had received the gift offered to them.

If you were blessed to be there, you were finally eternally home.