Now pay me for my kindness

Marcus stood there in front of me while I was trying to sleep. Pay me for my kindness he said. I looked at him and my world fell apart. He was a Djinn and I wondered about his actions. What was I dealing with. Tried to understand him his mind set, his way of life, his actions. I tried to understand thirty-three years of my life, was he only there to collect his money or what game he played.

He stood there and explained. I knew now how to pay but was in shock I thought it was true love that he helped me. Or was it he was going away and he had done his job of collecting all what I owed him.

Anyway, he told me a few years back about payment.

I create or make something, drawing, painting, artwork or anything of value I get points in heaven. He doesn’t want money but the points at whats fair. I was agreeable. He told me everything is counted love, jealousy, greed, laughter, tears, pain just everything, it can be looked at in different senses and you have to pay every point which is counted in hell when your on the rent book.

But still in shock that all the years we played, laughed and created things he wanted his points.

Was this the end ?

He said.

Hells tree where I hang

A round sack colour black

Inside little black Knots woven along ropes of black

Of all my sins that need paying to clear my rent

All would be paid to clear but prayer is also needed.

I am of age to face my debt.

It’s a game of chess we play lucifers game

You on the board as the pawn white.

Your accusers black.

Moves created by the points we earned.

The Djinn is the Knight.

So,

Little did I know there I hung on one of hells trees deserted, alone and rent to pay.

Until the tree started to come back to life

A green growth starting indicating new life.

Time was called and all had to stand the accuser and the accused.

Time to pay rent.

The scores counted for 9 years in total no matter how long it took , 3265 days.

I could hear bells ringing from hell.

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