Blaming God & Romholioth

He sits at the edge of the cliff, sighing, sad, aged and worn out. I crept slowly towards him, full of compassion and pity. I reached his right side and sat down with him, both our legs hang beyond the cliff. Quiet, I hate! Even in the darkness, joy in flesh finds a way of saturating the atmosphere subtly. For this case, I provoked the conversation’s onset; by asking who he was.

He replied, “I am Romholioth; Guardian of the sun, the stars and the moon; and I hold the title; Shepherd of the time realm for two pairs of seasons.” He looked at me and said, “I know your face.”
He wore a crown that bore alphabetical hieroglyphs that stood at attention in this order; Two Ms and two Xs I suffered not myself to study what it was. I was sinking deep at every word this man said.

“I am no man. I am no creature.” He added, disqualifying what I thought he was. “The names I have are those given to me by men. It was a jolly day, the day I came into being. With colorful celebrations I was ushered in and welcome I felt.”

“Though I watch over the sun, the stars, and the moon, and roll the world and call upon the next season, I am not responsible for what becomes of men. Many are befallen by tragic things that my forefathers left. Though they left them, rare is it that they caused the inception of those things.

It’s usually men that bring these things upon themselves; wars, racism, segregation, and more. Sometimes I have watched mother earth turn in her sleep, and her body moves, forcing the seas to rise and drown many. Regardless, mine isn’t to pity or help. I have to ensure that the next moment follows the previous.

As I go ahead to do so, I hear voices calling Romholioth, and blaming me; blaming me for the bad that has stricken them; and I wonder, why their memory is so at loss, why they quickly forget, how they were so merry when I came. One bad thing on my watch, they scale heavier than the 99 things that went well! The blame has stabbed my heart much that it cannot plough on!”

A long interlude prevailed with none of us detaching our lips to utter a thing, but joy in flesh always provokes the next statement. I smiled and told Romholioth,” Few days ago, I reflected on how good Shaddai has been to me, how he hid me and those alive from the wrath of Nosos and Thanatos. A one-person saw the testimony and used vulgar language saying my testimony was total crap. As if to say God’s love was segregative on who to let die by the hand of Nosos.

Preacher’s remorse weighed me down, I sought to blame He who asked me to testify… Earlier in the year, I received a new laptop; Halfway, it received multiple complications after complications. I thought it a flaw in the operating software initially. Installed again, it was never the snag; but errors that belonged to the hard drive.
On warranty was the gadget; so blessed I was; but after reinstalling a new hard drive, it crashed again. The guarantor forgot to screw in the drive, and so as I traveled with it, loose did the drive get out of its socket. What I once held in high regard, what I once danced about seemed to be the source of my frustration now.

Even the book I so longed to publish my dear Romholioth, I did finally, but I found myself giving out some copies and the sales made seemed to drag; Unbeknownst to me, this too, a thing I was filled with joy with seemed to be a curse in disguise.”

I sighed, as my companion stared at me, whilst I stared at dense clouds from the far west rising toward us.

“I understand blame. Men resort to it when things seem to fail. The first Andres; Eve and Adam as legend has it; blamed something for their tragedy. One blamed Fidi the serpent, and the other blamed Eve the gynaika. Somehow, I find myself seeking one to blame. I spoke from a place of being glad I was alive and that I shouldn’t take it lightly, but I weighed such a priceless matter o’er a tiny comment, and I blamed Shaddai…

The laptop was worth millions. For years I had prayed for it, but a few complications made me feel it was not fitting a gift. The book, ah… same thing! People fall in love with bright souls, but soon the deceit of the eyes makes the beauty they saw in the soul dissipate quickly, and upon the flesh they cling. The wrinkles and falling fat they resort to judge, and what they once called a blessing, is made to feel like it lost its treasure…”

Something rose to my throat. I felt remorse and repentance mingled within. I felt sad somehow, as if my spirit had got to decipher the true reason why I blame, why the world blames…

“Diavolos the Echthros is to blame. The reason as to why man was banished out Eden is he. The reason as to why man was subject to Chronos is he. And the reason as to why I’m subject to Chronos is still he. The reason you felt guilty for giving thanks was he. The reason you were blinded from the true value of the gadget’s gift was he. I Romholioth was told by Romnynoth about the dream you carried for over ten years.

He that came before Romnynoth was told of it still and I must say I was so delighted to witness the manifestation of that book. I still count myself fortunate that on my watch and my passing, Shaddai deemed it worthy for Chronos to perfect it in my time. I feel like Simeon and Anna when they cast their eyes upon the long-awaited King and High Priest; Shaddai the Yios.

Don’t stop celebrating. Diavolos seeks to get extraordinary things and make them seem ordinary! He seeks you to be quiet about it and cast the pearls which is every good thing that has happened to you unto swine! He toils night and day, dusk and dawn, to stain all white linen, to unleaven the bread, to make men see only the evil and throw in the towel, to steal all joy and choke hope, to blame Shaddai and I, instead of beholding the true enemy and be resolute to rejoice always and keep the fai….”

Great thunder clapped through the sky as lightning shot in all directions. The darkness that seemed miles away had sailed so close to us, bearing a vortex so strong that it began sucking in everything on the cliff on which we sat. Romholioth was much sober. He thought he had had more time with me! I too thought I had had more time with him;

“Alas, our feasting of words has been punctuated by Chronos!” Romholioth said as he stood quick.

“Whatever thou meanst!” I, bamboozled, asked.

“Child of Shaddai, I have to go. My lifetime is o’er. Another comes after me, to watch and to guard, to steward and to witness. You’ve been such a jewel, and a wonderful companion to chat with. Part of Ekklisia named me; ‘Extraordinary levels of faith’, another ‘Redeeming of Time’. Though it’s good, these ought to be your constants even unto the next one that comes after me! Dine with Shaddai so that He may guide you on naming the next;”

By now leaves and grass were flying around the air and across the sea. Romholioth began to levitate towards the eye of the storm clouds. By now they had gone over me…but Romholioth screamed the louder,

“There was once a man named Job. Diavolos the Echthros sought permission to smite him, having the end goal of having him blame God, even unto cursing Him as beseeched by his wife! But he never! You see, once you start blaming He that loves you the most, you withdraw your trust in Him, and by default you seek your own way or other means of getting by.

You indirectly walk off the pages of the story that was yours, and become a pot that says to its maker, ‘away from me.’ You trash the promise that says Shaddai alone has great plans for you; to bring you prosperity and not disaster and yet disaster is what awaits when you decide that you shall be the authors of your own lives.

Soon, men are pots that don’t know what they were made for, and there begins the life of trying to discover purpose, and the next big thing, and the next step, which all could have been sure had they not blamed God, which led to losing trust in Him; no wonder many marriages fail due to the failing of trust! HAVE MY CROWN!”

A big bolt struck Romholioth and siphoned him to the dark clouds. Its impact was too bright that I needed to squint to save my eyes. At that same time, from a different part of the sky in the East, another shaft of light shot fast downwards to my left. A thunderclap culminated everything.

I opened my eyes. It was a clear sky. White sea gulls flew in a distance over the sea. It was a brand new day. On my left, I saw something moving as it sat up straight amidst the knee tall grass. I got excited as I called Romholioth’s name. No response came, but a blanched look of what seemed to be Romholioth’s twin!

“I am not Romholioth.” He said. ”I am he that comes after him. I am Romholoneth; Guardian of the sun, the stars and the moon; and I hold the title; Shepherd of the time realm for two pairs of seasons.” He looked at me too and said, “I know your face, I have been told of you by those that came before me. Men call us different names, what will you call me?”

At that moment, I looked at the crown. Romholioth’s figures danced as another figure was added to the crown. These were the characters on the crown now, ‘MMXXI’. I smiled having remembered a word from Shaddai. I walked up to Romholoneth and as I placed the crown upon his head he asked, “What’s her name, this ornament that you place on my head?”

I replied, ”She is called goodness and I crown you with it.”

Romholoneth smiled after the crown fitting on his temple. I then lifted him by his hand and said, “Come, let me tell you what other names you’ll be called; …you’ll be called manifestor of divine strength, and new beginnings. You’ll be filled with plenty and prosperity and pleasantness…”

On and on and we walked the journey as I created by speech what Romholoneth would be!
The mystery is this; Romholioth is 2020, Romhol-ONEth; 2021 and Romnynoth is 2019. These are fictional names I created. Andres, nosos, Thanatos, fidi, gynaika, ekklisia, diavolos, echthros, yios are Greek words meaning men, disease, death, snake, woman, church, devil, enemy and son respectively. Shaddai is God. In case I have missed out on any word, kindly ask me in the comment sections.

The years are subject to time and God, but you as a man, the year asks, “What shall you call me?” The choice is yours to either start afresh and name the year beautiful things, or declare doom to it and doom you’ll have. Note that bad may come, but don’t forget to note the good and don’t let Diavolos take what’s good and turn it into evil. Take authority over your year right now! Declare great things over it and sanctify it; for if the first fruit is holy, the rest of the lump (year) shall!

Happy New Year! Or should I say, Happy Romholoneth!