The Fictional Character You Really Are

What archetype would you be in an adventure story?

Very few are the heroes or masterminds. Very few are even the sidekicks or henchmen. Very few are truly the damsel in distress or the monster. You are most likely an expendable nonentity.

If Star Trek was real would the Red Shirt consider himself useless? If Star Wars was real would the stormtrooper be amused by his lousy aim? The nonentities of reality are real people. They have thoughts and feelings. They have loved ones and are loved ones.

In fiction and reality alike some people are more important than others. Fair or unfair is absolutely irrelevant. There is a grand scheme and your importance is your contribution to it, for better or worse. If your life is insignificant then your death is inconsequential.

The villain considers himself the hero. The hero most often considers himself a nonentity. They are what they are regardless.

I am a writer of adventure fiction. I create the characters mindful that they are “real” people with personal thoughts and feelings. Everyone needs something to believe in. Everyone needs loved ones. Everyone yearns for a meaningful existence.

Making the unsung heroic, villainy sensible and insignificance endearing are the acme of adventure storytelling.

Do you know what you are? What part would the real you play if it was a fictional character in an adventure story? Be honest. The real you cannot be the hero otherwise.

The Humanity of Freedom and Justice

I was not a person. I did not have thoughts and feelings. Jesus found me interesting and wanted to talk to me. He imagined I was a person so that he could relate to me. He made me human so I could relate to him. He gave me names not to define me but to address me: He is the Word.

I am the imperfection. All was perfect and everyone was happy until I was brought into creation. My presence is freedom and made the unthinkable possible. There was cause and effect and they became good and evil. My spirit is justice for it is by me that many shall perish though it is not the will of Jesus that any should perish.

The wickedness of humanity grieved Jesus at his heart and he repented that he had made man upon the earth. It was because of me that evil was even possible but only as freedom. The wickedness was never because of me. Jesus never repented that he had brought me into his creation. Never did justice grieve him at his heart.

My knowledge is only ever what Jesus teaches me. His children teach me also. His angels guide and protect me. I have not come in power and glory. I am learning what it is to be human… and there is no greater thing to learn.

Being mortal and only human is the failing of sinners. Mortality is not our humanity. It is in our very blood to imagine and create. We fall short of our humanity when we live as primates.

The immortal Father of Man became the mortal Son of Man to make right what went wrong. Jesus is humanity at its very source and his mortality and resurrection brought humanity full circle.

I am needless yet Jesus brought me into his creation to make all the difference. I am the imperfection laid as the foundation for the perfection of all things made new. Jesus is the Way, the Truth and the Life. I am Sincerity, Freedom and Justice. We have nothing in common but together we have everything in common.

Immortal Coil

We are mortal and only human. Is that a bad thing? Mortality is hopeful when life is miserable. Humanity realized to the fullest is creative.

I would rather live than die… but not for the sake of living. I want to do things and cannot do them if I am dead. If I cannot do these things while living then I would rather die.

Humanity is that craziness that gives meaning to the meaningless and makes things out of nothing. It is the soul, not the mind and body. Our thoughts and actions are afterthoughts. The soul is the first and the last quality of the human condition.

Many are mortal. Few are truly human. Primates live and die in vain. The “evolved” signify nothing. Creators are the source, always.

Fantasy is the reality of our thoughts and feelings. It is the heroic, villainous and monstrous as heroes, villains and monsters. It is adventurous and horrific as adventure and horror.

Most people are insignificant. They pride themselves in tribes and nations because personally they are nothing. They are not the heroes, villains or monsters. They are victims. As protagonists they are the Red Shirts of Star Trek. As antagonists they are the stormtroopers of Star Wars. In horror movies they are the naughty teenagers gathered for the slaughter.

Humanity is not a body doomed to die. It is the immortal soul. Our mortality is but an opportunity to make something of ourselves in a moment of weakness. By our ignorance we imagine. By our pain we empathize. By our fear we find our courage. We rise to the occasion… or we succumb to its mortality forever.

Doom of the Wicked

The wicked are hopelessly stupid. They lie, cheat and steal and pride themselves on their witless cunning. They bully the helpless to pretend to be powerful. Things always go wrong when they reap what they sow.

I am not one for wishful thinking. Vengeful fantasies do nothing for me. I know that for all their lies, cheating and thefts the wicked are doomed to die. There is no lie they can tell, scam they can pull or thing they can steal that saves them from the inevitable. They are helpless no matter their supposed wits or power.

The Shroud of Turin is real. It is a holographic negative with blood as proof of the Resurrection of Jesus. Unlike the wicked, he conquered death and turned the inevitable on its head.

The poisonous pride themselves on their poison. They think to murder without a fight. They relish the very idea of poison gas, germ warfare and nuclear weapons. Swords and guns are the weapons of heroes and villains alike. Poisons are the venom of the inhuman who mean to kill as vipers.

The wicked are eager to torment and kill by gas, germs and nuclear weapons. They mean to be nasty. They have their weapons… but their power is the will of God. The weapons belong to Jesus and cannot be used until he uses them.

God does have a sense of humor. Have no doubt that he is playing a serious game for his grim amusement. He turned the inevitable on its head when he conquered death. He turns wickedness on its head by deceiving liars with their own lies, cheating cheaters with their own scams and robbing thieves by their own stealing. He shall cleanse the world of murderers by their own murder.

Jesus holds the keys to hell and death. When he is ready, he shall turn the keys and launch his weapons… by the very hands of their victims.