The Last Judgment…

In her final moments Jisoo labored just to breathe, forgetting all else, a lifetime, and then…

There she was. 

There were no longer doubts in her head. She knew everything that there was to know. She knew where she was. She was in purgatory.

She was remote from him. Remote from God. That was how she knew. But she could still feel his presence. Here, there was the Holy Spirit. Here, she was aware for the first time, the Holy Spirit had always been somewhere close by…Elusive, but there.

And it was Judgment Day. It was always judgment day, on the day someone died. Everyone skipped immediately to the end…

Christ was the aspect that understood time, that experienced its passage, although God otherwise saw all of it, all at once…Christ was presiding. She saw him, in judgment. An inversion of how his life had ended. 

She did not feel judged. She didn’t feel pure, either…She’d known, in her life, but had always been able to find…excuses. To believe she was, ah, good enough…

The judgment had been rendered. There had been two judgments, under Christ, one upon his death, and the other, at the end. 

In life she had always feared this. In life she had been led to believe in fire. But she found that she was cold. And those…elsewhere, surely colder still…Remote, removed. Knowing what they had turned against, no longer able to deny it. Run fresh out of excuses. 

Judgment, not condemnation. What had been earned freely. The judge, Christ, the human aspect…sad. Disappointed. The only real judgment.

She waited. She didn’t know how long it would be…

But she supposed it didn’t matter anymore.