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The correct category for this story is "Transformation." However, every time I click on it, I get blocked by a message that says it is locked. I get further errors on trying to submit the story, including it being listed under countless serieses managed by other authors (which is incorrect). Apologies to any authors affected by this. I have not attempted to add this story to your serieses. The system is arbitrarily creating errors over which I have no control.

I don't know what's causing this, and am awaiting a reply to my email that I sent to the site administrators. In the meantime, all I could do was enter it under the giantess category and use these story notes to warn readers that it is actually a Transformation story, and doesn't have anything relevant to the giantess category at all. If you’re looking for my usual giantess vore or sci-fi fantasy material, this story will disappoint you completely. All I can do is explain that here.

 

I awoke to my alarm clock, switched it off and showered and shaved,

Had some breakfast in a hurry, so that more time could be saved.

Then I caught the early train, and went about some best made schemes,

Looked up schedules for the train trip back, with thoughts in daytime dreams.

 

I could not have known that timetables would soon be obsolete,

When I boarded an express and took an upstairs window seat.

Half way home, the sky seemed brighter, and the first of many things

That I saw that afternoon were heaven’s soldiers’ using wings.

 

Then a troop of airborn angels quickly flew down from the sky,

And I thought of those I couldn’t reach, with no more need to try.

In a moment, they would realise that the prophecies I’d shared

Were a warning of this day. If they had listened, they’d be spared.

 

Then I floated from my seat, along with others who would pass

(Now identified as fellow Christians) through the State Rail glass

Of the window of the train, and looking down, would start to rise,

On their way to meet the Lord in heaven, far beyond the skies.

 

Looking down, I noticed others leave the footpaths, start to drift

Up beside me, as the driving power of God began to lift

Every Christian, leaving unbelievers panicced on the ground.

This would prove the ‘secret rapture’ was theology unsound.

 

Now with 20/20 vision, thinking back to shower and shave,

I could also see the gaping hole in every Christian’s grave,

Which had opened up ahead of my new transit plane-free flight;

So God’s people from the past were now ahead and gaining height.

 

Just as it had been predicted, those who died before were first

To be headed for the kingdom where they’d never know a thirst.

I could visualize disciples (John and Peter) in ascent,

Speculating on how many years (since their time) had been spent.

 

Looking down again, I saw the angels grimly start to reap

All initial deaths of those who chose to make the Spirit weep;

Those who never turned to Jesus, those who chose to buck the call

To conversion. In the billions, they would now begin to fall.

 

Yet that somehow didn’t trouble me. The final stage of change

(Transformation into glory) took my thoughts beyond the range

Of a pointless grief of those now left behind. My mental sins

Tempted me no more, as I saw how eternity begins.

 

Earth was further still behind me, and a new view did unfold

Of the largest perfect city, paved with streets of shiny gold.

Its creator met me at the gates. He’d just made me anew,

So the one He’d long since tossed out couldn’t alter me askew.

 

When the ones, (who by his Son’s atonement) had been judged all pure,

Had arrived, He took us all around and held the real grand tour.

In the meantime, being everywhere, He took the evil one

To a pit of chains, to spend some time away from light of sun.

 

In the darkness, he would contemplate 6000 years of sin

(By temptation and infliction), when he knew he couldn’t win.

Some would think it was too good for him, but he would never learn,

Only dread the final day, when he would very briefly burn.

 

For a 1000 years, God left him there, while gladly guiding us

On our sinless new existence, free of worry, fear or fuss.

Then God briefly turned the Devil loose, and raised his fallen troops,

So that one more time he’d make them leap through all his evil hoops.

 

We’d had all of that millenium to fully disconnect

From our memories of the ones we’d known who’d chosen to reject

Jesus Christ as Lord and Saviour. None of us would now complain

As the Devil learned he’d done it all with not a thing to gain.

 

We were taken to a Holy city, shielded from the war,

Which would shortly start. Through prophecy we knew the final score.

Having let them see futility by going through the throes,

With a fire of speed and mercy, God wiped out His many foes.

 

He took Satan out to die, and with eternal cleansing fire,

Burned the earth away to nothing but the city, to inspire

Us to start again, untainted, as He went to recreate

Earth anew, like Eden should have been, before our fallen state.

 

We saw brand new grassy hills and fields; and in between the seas,

Brand new continents of different shapes, with full grown shady trees.

We would live forever, never knowing age or death or stress.

That’s a future made for anyone who reads this and says “yes.”

 

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