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   WARNINGS: This story depicts consensual sexual activity between men and
women, or women and women.  Some of the participants in the story may be
under the age of 18.  If you are too young to read about sex please do not
read this.  The law says you teens should remain in ignorance of the thing
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me how it does because it sounds just insane to me.





   Rapture

   Depend on't; no Truth can ever subvert true Religion.  - Richard Bentley

   Part I



   Mike O'Hara bashed his horn at the car that had just cut him off and
nearly took off his bumper.  "Idiot," he grumbled under his breath.  He was
averaging a good fifteen-miles-an-hour in the typical Monday morning
commute.

   Except it wasn't a typical Monday morning.  Tornados had touched down
the night before and destroyed several blocks of houses and a school.  Mike
had never heard of a tornado hitting California.  That was Oklahoma and
other God forsaken places that had tornados, not California.  He laughed as
he remembered the old joke, `You know how an Arkansas divorce and an
Oklahoma tornado are alike?  Someone is going to lose a trailer.'

   Mike, along with most people, had been glued to the boob tube news
reports for the past several weeks.  The world really did seem to be
heading for the dumper.  A dam in China had burst killing millions. 
Drought in Australia was killing off their entire harvest.  Rains in South
America were flooding whole cities.  And the capper two days before had
been when Iran had secretly built a bomb capable of being loaded on a
missile.  They had launched it against Israel and it had hit Jerusalem, the
birthplace of the three Semitic religions.  The Holy places of all three
religions had been destroyed.  Fallout from the blast was inundating
southern Lebanon and Syria.  Condemnation had been raining down on Iran
from every country in the world, even their former friends.  Israel had
been launching constant air attacks against Iran, helped by the other
Muslim countries, who were inflamed that Iran, a Shiite state, had
destroyed the Holies of the Sunni Moslems.  Things were revving up for a
three-way religious war in the Mideast.  Mike sighed at how things seemed
to be out of control.

   That's the moment when Mike thought he lost his mind.  Car tops started
popping open like a giant corn popper and people in those cars were lifted
out and started floating up into the sky.  All around him cars were
suddenly without occupants.  The car behind his ran into him; luckily, they
were barely crawling along and his impact bumper absorbed it.  Pretty soon
it was bumper cars with most of the cars empty.

   Mike looked out over the city and saw something from a Magritte
painting, the sky full of people, all of them floating up and up and up
into the morning sky.  The driverless cars started finding the side of the
road and plunging off into the river on one side or fields on the other. 
Soon, the roadway was clear of traffic.

   He pulled to the side of the road and stared up into the sky.  The
bodies were quickly disappearing into the distance, the blue sky freckled
with diminishing dots.

   *****

   Nancy Wilkerson was up and preparing breakfast for her children, still
in bed.  The roof of her house opened over her head with a whoosh. 
Startled, she looked up and saw a face of majesty looking down at her. 
"Come!" it commanded.  Her body felt light, and she suddenly floated up
into the morning sky.  Shocked, she looked around and saw the sky filled
with people also floating up and she remembered the sermon from last Sunday
when the pastor of her Assemblies of God church had announced that the
trumpets of the Last Judgment could be heard if one listened.  He told the
congregation to prepare to meet God face to face.  Nancy thought she had
been ready, but the reality of it shocked her.

   She began to weep and pray that she would be among the Elect, chosen to
enter Heaven with the Lord Jesus at her side.  As she wept and prayed, she
noticed that she was wearing nothing except her old nightgown, tattered and
stained.  Her pendulous breasts hung down and her chubby thighs, marbled
and veiny, were uncovered.  Her feet were in ratty old pink mules.  "I
can't meet Jesus like this," she cried out.

   Nancy tried to cover herself and self-consciously looked around.  She
saw many of her neighbors.  Wait, that was Sam Clark.  He's a Mormon.  He
can't go to Heaven.  And there's Mrs.  Garcia.  She's Catholic.  Catholics
can't go to Heaven.  But they continued floating up into the blue with
Nancy Wilkerson.

   Nancy felt the cold as they ascended.  Soon, it was getting dark as well
and the Sun began to glare with a terrible brilliance.  She wondered if she
would die of suffocation.

   Then, startlingly, she felt as if she passed through a sheet of glass,
but a liquid sheet of glass.  And as she emerged on the other side, she saw
the peoples of the Earth; White, Black, Yellow, Red, all of them in flight
towards Heaven.  And as she saw this, she saw that they were forming into
lines, separate lines that went off into different directions.

   With a whoosh, she flew off into one of the lines, one of the smaller
queues.  Mrs.  Garcia flew off into another much longer line and Sam
disappeared in the opposite direction.  `Of course,' Nancy thought.  `Poor
man, he's going to Hell.' She felt self-righteous.  She was saved because
she was a born again in Christ.

   Smugly, Nancy looked over her shoulder at one of the queues.  It was
full of Asians, Nancy noted disdainfully.  At the head of that queue sat a
fat man, legs crossed, a gentle smile on his face.  As each person went
past him, their body fell away and the pure bright spirit floated free and
entered the portal.  Nancy could not see what was beyond.

   She was close to her own portal now and dreaded the moment of Judgment.
A terrible apparition stood guard.  But each person passed by the sentinel.
None seemed to be cast down.  In fact, Nancy had not seen any of the queues
rejecting people.  When was the Judgment to be?  She glanced ahead to see
each person given a pair of wings and a halo as they entered.

   She nearly fainted as she came to the head of the line.  The Archangel
Gabriel played his great horn and St.  Peter read from a book, "Nancy
Wilkerson." An assistant angel handed her wings and a halo and she was
swept past and into Heaven.  There were scores of Angels directing traffic
in Heaven.  "Put on your wings and follow directions," one shouted.

   Nancy saw several people struggling with the wings.  She watched as one
man first attached the halo to the wings by the long rod, then he put his
arms through the straps holding the wings in place, sort of like a
backpack. Having helped her kids with backpacks for years, Nancy quickly
inserted the halo in the proper hole drilled for it and put on the wings.
She wondered what she looked like in her tattered nightgown, pink mules,
and golden wings and halo.

   "That's the ticket," congratulated the angel in a heavy Bronx accent. 
"That way," he pointed.

   She looked up ahead to see a throne, golden light streaming from it, and
seated on it was God the Father, the Holy Spirit flying above his head, and
standing beside him, Jesus, frankly, looking a little bored.  After all,
he'd already been here for two millennia with nothing to do.

   Jesus turned to God and asked, "Hey, how come there aren't any Jews?  I
was a simple Jewish teacher on Earth trying to save the Jews.  By the way,
how come it took two millennia for the Apocalypse?  I preached it was
coming in my lifetime."

   "You Galileans never were good at math.  Now, the Greeks, those were
math guys," God said shaking his crowned head, his long dazzling white
beard flowing over his chest.  Pointing out over the adoring faces, God
said to Jesus, "This is what you get for not leaving anything in writing.
Now you're stuck."

   "Can't I go over to the Jewish Heaven where I belong?" Jesus asked.

   "These people can't have Heaven without you," God answered.

   "All these meshuganah?  I should never have gone to Jerusalem that year.
I just knew I was making a mistake getting near that nutcase Roman," Jesus
said to himself.

   "Get over it.  It's just for Eternity," God told him as the Gold Phone
at his elbow rang.



   Part II



   Nancy followed the line up towards the mighty throne.  It was a bit of a
problem, this bodily resurrection, but the Saved managed to trudge up the
stairs.  Nancy looked around and didn't see any Blacks and she sighed. 
`Thank God,' she said to herself, then laughed since He was seated on His
throne looking down at her.  This was what she had always hoped Heaven
would be.

   An angel appeared and said, "Right there," pointing to a line of people
standing on a shelf which stretched off into the distance, all looking up
towards God and singing his praise.  Nancy took her place and looked up at
the Majesty of God.

   She was about to start singing with the others when the angel pointed
next to her and said, "Right here." She felt a presence next to her and
looked.  She tried to recoil, but the Saved were packed in tight as
sardines in a can.  A thing stood next to her.  It was shaped like a man
but inside were black cinders swirling as if caught in a maelstrom.  She
looked at the angel, disgust on her face.  "Don't worry," said the angel.
"He was cremated.  No body to resurrect but we got the ashes." The angel
turned away and started directing arrivals to the next row behind Nancy.

   Nancy shuddered, looking at the swirling ashes shaped like a man.  She
turned back towards God and began singing his praise, for all Eternity. 
She heard Mr.  Ashman, her name for the thing next to her, raise his voice
in praise.  It was a nasal high pitched voice like nails grating on a
chalkboard.

   Looking upward towards God on His shining throne, Nancy continued
singing.  Mr.  Ashman, because he was just a cloud of circulating ashes,
looked like a Negro and Nancy tried, but failed to keep from touching
shoulders.  But they were just too tightly packed.  She kept singing,
singing forever without stop never speaking to her neighbors just as she
had been told Heaven would be.  She believed.

   *****

   Sam Clark had been walking to his car when the Rapture ruptured the
heavens above.  He found himself floating up with many of his neighbors. 
Sam looked back and saw his wife and children also rising from the house
and he was ecstatic for he loved his son and daughter to distraction and
deeply loved his wife, Arlene.  They would be together.

   As he was swept into the currents of Heaven, he saw Nancy Wilkerson fly
by, a sneer of recognition on her face.  Ahead, he saw many portals.  As he
flew by he glanced at one, a Rainbow Bridge stretched away to Valhalla
filled with heroes killed in battle, awaiting the coming of the end times
when they would fight a final battle before the earth and heaven would be
consumed in flames and a new time would begin.  No one was waiting to enter
this Heaven.  Apparently, the world had run out of heroes.

   He glanced again and saw the Styx beyond one portal, and beyond that a
world ruled over by Hades and Persephone filled with the Greeks and Romans
who died before their civilization was Christianized.  Sam felt a faint
regret that he could not enter there to spend eternity in dialogues with
Plato and Aristotle, Euclid and Pythagoras, Aristophanes and Euripides. 
With regret, Sam flew by the ancients' Heaven, for Man had been promised
many different Heavens by the multitude of religions he had believed on.

   He found himself in a line heading for one portal.  He recognized a few
of his friends from the Stake.  Horribly, he saw his first wife, his
covenant wife that he had married in the Temple, the wife he was bound to
for Eternity by Church teachings, the wife he hated with a passion
unbounded and who returned an enmity greater than his.  He prayed, loudly
and passionately that the Church was wrong...  But Sam Clark had always
accepted the teachings of the Church and it was too late for rational
thought about God's design.

   The line came to a shuddering stop and the Risen bunched up around the
portal to Heaven.  The Angel Moroni shouted out to the assembled, "Hold on.
Stay in line.  We'll get this sorted out.  You there, stay in line!"

   It seemed that there was a problem with one of the teachings.  Whole
families were supposed to enter Heaven: husband, wife, and children.  But
children grew up and married and wanted to enter with their children, and
those children had grown up and...  well, you can imagine the problem of
sorting out who went with whom.  Finally, God had been called on the
emergency Golden Telephone.  After explanation, he had issued a decree. 
Husbands and wives would enter together as promised by the Church. 
Children that died before marriage would enter with their parents. 
Otherwise, they would enter as their own family with their spouse.

   The Church taught that the more wives you had on Earth, the higher your
place in Heaven.  In fact, there were three classes in Heaven.  Now, this
might seem contradictory as Heaven is the perfect place.  There are no
grades of perfection.  So the lower classes of Heaven must not really be
Heaven as they are less than perfect.  But there was no time to sort this
out, people were lining up.  Brigham Young with his fifty-six wives were
first in and went to the head of the class.

   But others weren't so lucky.  Some only had been married once and so it
was just the two of them.  There was quite a bit of grumbling as they
entered Heaven to find out it would just be the two if them for eternity in
third class.  In some ways they were better off than the families who lost
children at birth, to be saddled with a squalling infant for eternity
seemed perversely against the whole idea of Heaven.

   They didn't know it but they were better off than the Catholics.  That
Church taught that the person began at conception.  There, parents were
given fertilized eggs only days old that had been lost to still births,
still births that the mother might not have even been aware of, and told
these were their `children' by Church teachings.  Even with special powers
it was hard to hold onto the microscopic eggs for eternity.  Who knew what
the Heavenly punishment would be for losing a `child.'

   Sam reached the head of the line and saw her, Louise.  She returned the
look of disdain.  The angel called out, "Samuel and Louise Clark, enter."

   "But..." they both said and stopped not wanting to even speak at the
same time as the other.

   "What is it?" the angel asked exasperated.  "Can't you see we're running
behind schedule?"

   "I can't stand that bitch," he said.

   "He's a foul filthy piece of..."

   The angel cut her off, "I don't have time.  The rules are the rules. 
Off you go."

   Sam and Louise found themselves swept off into Heaven, bound together in
eternity, in eternal hatred as they had lost those they loved for eternity.
But that is what their church had taught and they had believed.  So it was
in Heaven.

   *****

   As Sam went twirling by on his way to the Mormon Heaven, Achmed floated
by on his way to Paradise.  They passed each other in disbelief; Sam that a
Son of Cain could be saved and Achmed, in disbelief that a Non-Muslim could
be saved.

   Achmed swirled past a gate and was taken by an angel to a garden.  The
angel pointed, and Achmed settled onto a divan in a garden, lush with trees
and grasses, a small fountain burbling sweet water, and thirty virgin
houris awaiting him.  He smiled, thanking Allah for his beneficence. 
Normally, he would have received seventy-two virgins but with the end of
the world, the capacity for houris had been exceeded and the virtuous had
to make due with thirty.

   The thirty virgins surrounded his divan, waiting for his desires.  One
held a basket of sweet fruits, another held bread.  A third held a bottle
of wine, wine that never made you drunk and tasted as sweet as honey.

   He looked at the girls.  Well, not really girls since they were houri,
spirits, even if they felt like flesh and he noticed that they weren't
identical, but somehow he couldn't tell them apart either.  They weren't
individuals, but part of some corporate existence.  Standing side by side,
he could tell one from the next.  But if they turned away, or he looked
away for a moment, they were alike again, indistinguishable from each
other.

   They were beautiful and desirable.  Achmed found himself desiring.  He
reached for one and she willingly came to him.  He took her, as a man takes
a woman.  The others watched, smiling.  It was disconcerting, like taking a
woman while her sisters watched.  "Look away," he said and they all turned
away.  It was better and Achmed managed to take the girl, the houri.

   Achmed lay back.  The others returned, and using pure water from the
fountain, cleaned him.  Another brought fruit and wine and fed him.  He lay
back, remembering the harshness of the desert.  Truly, this was Paradise.

   And so it was for Achmed in Paradise.  When he desired, he would take
one of the lovely spirits and she was a virgin, pleasing his desires.  When
he was hungry, an houri would be there with food; when he thirsted, wine.

   But soon, and who knew how soon, for there was no way to measure time,
it was one never ending perfect morning in the Garden, Achmed thought he
should have run out of virgins.  So, he took one of the houri, but when she
went to leave, he held her to him.  Another of the sprites cleaned him.  He
waited, holding the girl until his desire came again.  He took her again,
finding that she was a virgin.

   There were never ending virgins who resembled each other, forever; no
difference, no conversation, no conflict, no change.  Where were his
friends to have long leisurely arguments over tea?  Where were the other
girls, different ones, to relieve the boredom of sameness?  Achmed was in
Paradise and he was bored, bored beyond endurance with the sameness. 
Achmed came to realize whoever designed this Paradise had made a
fundamental mistake, and it was for eternity...



   Part III



   Back on Earth, Mike saw the bridge in front of him collapse into the
river and be washed away.  Buildings, now empty of people, fell in
thundering clouds of dust as the earth opened to swallow the debris.  Great
fissures appeared in the earth and the detritus of civilization was
swallowed, only to have the wounds in the earth close and disappear.

   Earthquakes followed one on another as the surface of the globe seemed
to ring in the changes.  Rain followed, washing clean what remained.

   Mike wandered, running from one disaster only to barely avoid the next.
Stopping on the brink of one great chasm, watching as buildings toppled
into it, then holding on for dear life as it closed.  He ran from that to
find the river overflowing its banks as dams collapsed upstream, the river,
now swollen, carrying away the great city.  He swam to a small hill and
watched as skyscrapers toppled into the muddy rushing waters, and were
carried towards the sea.

   More rain came, then fog and thunder, as the earth rent itself time and
again.  Mike found a lone oak tree on his hill and sat under it watching as
civilization was washed away.  He tried to understand.  He had always used
reason in his life.  It was more difficult than belief since it required
asking uncomfortable questions, sometimes unanswerable questions, and
accepting that he did not always know.

   Applying reason required a man to discard prejudice and seek the best
answer rather than rely on an old outdated answer from history.  It meant
seeking the highest truth possible, even if it meant discarding previously
cherished ideas.  It is the spirit which animated the Age of Reason.

   So Mike looked out over the devastation and started thinking.  He had no
answers yet, but he would not give up his quest for the truth.  He fell
asleep in the gloaming dark, the roar of cleansing rain in his ears.

   *****

   Mike awoke to a bright dawn.  The rain had cleared the air.  A gentle
breeze carried the sound of birds to him.  He looked out over the valley
that had been home to millions and saw only the rivers meandering lazily.
The works of Man had been erased as if they had never stood.

   Mike shook his head and looked again, unable to comprehend the enormity
of the change.  Where there had been the tawny hills of summer, the grass
burned by the blazing summer sun, now everything was green with new life.

   He walked slowly down from his hill to the river.  Already, trees and
grass had sprung up from the rich ground that had buried civilization.  He
wandered down to the bank of the river which flowed clear and clean when
before it had been fouled and muddy.  He sat on the bank and contemplated.

   The day was warm and a gentle breeze stirred the air.  As he sat, he saw
a doe, followed by her fawn, come to the bank of the river to drink.  She
looked at him, but seemed unafraid.  The fawn watched him for a moment
before it too drank of the cool clear water of life.  They danced away
bounding with sheer joy.

   Mike was hungry.  He saw many trees lining the small stream which fed
the river.  He followed the brook and saw a pear tree, then plums,
apricots, figs, a pistachio tree and bananas.  This valley had been fertile
but never did it possess this rich abundance and variety.  He took a banana
and peeled it.  It was ripe with flavor.

   Mike bent and cupped the water from the brook in his hand and drank; the
water sweet, clear, and cool.  He walked back to the river, eating from the
trees as he walked.  The river was so inviting that he stripped off his
clothes, emblems of the vanished civilization, and plunged into the river.
He felt the dirt of the old civilization that had clung to him being washed
away.

   When he returned to the bank of the river, he didn't bother with his
clothes.  The day was warm and bright and he felt better walking as he was.
Mike lay down on the bank and slept, slept the sleep of a newborn without a
worry in the world.

   Mike awoke and saw a beautiful young woman sitting and looking at him.
"Hello," he said.

   "Hello," she responded, a twinkle in her eye.

   Mike sat up and saw a pile of clothing next to his.  She saw his glance
and said, "I saw that you must have gone swimming.  The river looked so
good, that I decided to go in too.  After, I didn't feel like putting my
clothes back on.  Was it the same for you?"

   "Yes, I felt so clean..." he said quietly.

   "Me too." She jumped up and ran to the nearest tree.  It was an apple
tree and the girl grabbed two of the bright red fruits and ran back,
standing over him.  "Here," she said offering it.

   Mike took it and bit into the soft sweet flesh, the juices running over
his hand.  The girl also bit into hers, the smile still in her eyes.  They
watched each other eat the fruit and smiled as they did.  When they
finished, they both ran, laughing to the river, to wash in the clear water.
Mike looked closely at the girl.  He had trouble telling her age.  She
could have been an old looking fourteen or a young looking twenty.  She
seemed to Mike an ideal; Woman.  "I'm Mike," he said.

   "Anna," she responded.  Then, looking around at once was a city, she
said, "It's so beautiful now."

   He nodded.  They frolicked in the water before going up to the bank to
lie down on the soft grass and let the breeze dry their skin.  She turned
to him, her eyes inviting.  He turned to her, his eyes asking.  Their lips
met.  Mike rolled over on top of her and their bodies melded together, him
in her as Man and Woman are designed to be.  Each looking at the other,
eyes looking into eyes, they moved together, until Mike gave to Anna his
seed.

   After, they lay on the soft sward, touching and loving.  They had found
true rapture.











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