When Empires Fall Crossing the Veil, Part 6C- The 2 Suns

We rose above the Planet of Two Suns, leaving behind the families who had finally reconciled—sisters seeing each other's wounds, a father and son understanding the fear that had kept them apart.

But as we ascended, the angel stopped.

"We're not leaving yet."

Below us, the ground shifted. Family circles dissolved into vast gatherings—crowds of souls divided not by blood, but by something far more dangerous:

Ideas. Beliefs. Ideologies.

Above them, the two suns burned:

The yellow sun — harsh, judgmental, certain.

The blue sun — gentle, illuminating truth rather than blame.

My chest tightened.

If these suns heal families, I thought, what will they reveal about nations?

The angel's voice was somber:

"The yellow sun doesn't just destroy marriages, AJ. It destroys civilizations. Every superpower that has fallen—twenty-six of them—died from within, not from enemies outside their borders."

"Today you will see how it happens."

Rome Appears

The angel lowered us into a vast expanse where thousands of Roman souls stood, watching their own history with regret.

"Rome," the angel said. "For centuries, the greatest power on Earth—law, roads, aqueducts, stability. A thousand-year empire."

"Yet Rome didn't fall from invasion. The barbarians were simply the final push. Rome died long before they arrived."

A chill went through me.

"Watch what they never saw until it was too late."

I. The Slow Unraveling (People Didn't See It)

Images unfolded like scenes from a tragic opera:

A middle-class Roman family—comfortable, hard-working—slowly crushed by forces they couldn't control.

The denarius debased from 95% silver to nearly worthless bronze.

Prices exploding 200-fold.

Savings erased overnight.

Small businesses collapsing.

The father, with no options left, became a colonus—a tenant farmer bound to an estate. Free in name, a serf in reality.

This feels familiar, I thought, remembering conversations I'd heard on Earth in 2006—people working harder, earning less, young people struggling to afford what their parents bought easily.

"The middle class didn't vanish in a day," the angel said. "It dissolved under debt, inflation, and despair."

And through it all, Rome looked the same—Colosseum games, bustling markets, festivals.

People believed everything was fine.

That was the fatal mistake.

II. Chaos at the Top

"In fifty years," the angel continued, "Rome had twenty-six emperors. Most murdered."

I saw them rise and fall:

Generals overthrowing generals

Emperors reigning for months

Leaders promising salvation, delivering chaos

The Senate drifting into irrelevance

"When government becomes a revolving door," the angel said, "people stop believing anyone can fix anything."

III. The Wealthy Abandon Rome

I watched the richest Romans quietly peel away:

Leaving cities

Building fortified villas

Hiring private armies

Paying no taxes

Creating mini-kingdoms

One Senator told his son:

"Rome is finished. Let the masses fight over the ashes. We'll survive here, behind our walls."

These estates would become medieval castles.

Rome died.

They didn't.

IV. The People Stay Distracted

This part hurt the most.

Ordinary Romans—good people—ignored the collapse because life was already overwhelming. They clung to entertainment and tribal conflict:

Gladiator games

Chariot races (Blues vs. Greens)

Religious fights

Political grudges

"When survival becomes stressful," the angel said, "people escape into distractions. They argue about everything except the real problems."

Rome wasn't collapsing suddenly.

It had been collapsing quietly for decades.

V. Two Men Under the Yellow Sun

The angel brought forward two souls:

Marcus — a Senator. A decent man trapped in a corrupted system.

Gaius — a Tribune. A fierce advocate for the common people.

On Earth, they were enemies.

Under the yellow sun, the light twisted them:

Marcus looked weak, complicit, protecting the rich.

Gaius looked reckless, dangerous, ready to ignite civil war.

Each saw the worst in the other.

And they believed they were right.

This, the angel whispered, is how nations die.

VI. The Blue Sun Reveals the Truth

The blue light washed over Marcus first.

He suddenly felt:

His savings evaporating

His family sliding into debt slavery

The rage of watching the wealthy escape responsibility

Marcus fell to his knees.

"Gaius… I didn't understand. I thought you were extreme. But you were desperate. You were fighting for survival."

Then the blue sun turned to Gaius.

He felt Marcus's reality:

Threats from the ultra-wealthy

Reforms blocked by men with private armies

The knowledge that pushing too far meant his death

Trying to help within impossible constraints

Gaius whispered:

"You tried. And they silenced you. They'd already abandoned Rome."

They stood, trembling.

And finally saw each other as allies—not enemies.

VII. Rome's Real Cause of Death

"Rome could still have been saved," Marcus said. "Even then."

Gaius nodded. "If we had united against the real threat."

But they didn't.

They fought each other.

While the wealthy withdrew.

While the middle class collapsed.

While institutions rotted.

While the people stayed distracted.

Rome didn't choose the blue sun.

So Rome fell.

VIII. The Angel's Warning

"This is how empires die, AJ."

The angel's voice turned grave.

"The middle class shrinks—slowly.

The currency weakens—quietly.

Political chaos becomes normal.

The wealthy detach from the nation.

People distract themselves with tribal battles."

"Twenty-six superpowers fell this way."

He paused.

"Watch carefully what comes next."

IX. Rising Through the Stars

We began to ascend.

The Roman souls grew smaller below us, still processing their millennium of regret.

Higher.

Higher.

The Planet of Two Suns became a marble, then a pinpoint, then a memory.

Around us, the cosmos exploded into view.

I gasped.

An ocean of stars stretched in every direction—billions upon billions of them, each one a sun, perhaps with worlds of its own. Galaxies swirled like luminous whirlpools. Nebulae glowed in colors that don't exist on Earth—crimson and violet and gold all woven together.

Planets drifted past us: some dead and gray, others vibrant with strange life, a few that seemed to pulse with their own light.

It was overwhelming.

Beautiful beyond description.

I forgot about Rome. I forgot about Earth. I forgot about everything except this impossible, infinite tapestry of creation.

This is Heaven, I thought. This eternal moment of wonder.

We drifted in silence.

Time meant nothing here. We could've been floating for seconds or centuries.

I was completely, utterly at peace.

Then one of the angels spoke.

His voice was gentle, but it cut through my reverie like a blade:

"AJ."

I turned to him.

"Before we continue to Persia," he said, "there's something you need to see."

"Look at the Earth."

I followed his gaze.

There—impossibly far away, yet somehow close enough to see clearly—was a small blue marble suspended in the darkness.

Earth.

My Earth.

The planet I'd died on in 2006.

"It's beautiful," I whispered.

"Yes," the angel said. "It is."

His voice carried a weight I hadn't heard before.

"But you need to see what happens next."

"What do you mean?"

"You died before the pattern completed, AJ. You left Rome in the past. But Rome's pattern doesn't stay in the past."

My peace evaporated.

"What are you showing me?"

"The future," he said quietly. "Your Earth's future. The world you left behind."

"Why?"

"Because you need to understand what the yellow sun does when it spreads across an entire planet."

The other angels moved closer, forming a circle around me.

One of them touched my shoulder.

"This will be difficult to watch," she said. "But you must see it."

"How far into the future?" I asked.

"Twenty years," the angel said. "From the moment you died to the year 2029. And perhaps beyond."

"Can they still change it?"

He paused.

"That depends on what they choose."

"The yellow sun or the blue sun?"

"Yes."

I looked at Earth—that beautiful blue marble, so far away yet so close.

Somewhere down there, people I'd known were still alive. Still making choices. Still fighting or loving or surviving.

They didn't know what I'd just seen in Rome.

They didn't know the pattern.

"Show me," I said.

The angels nodded.

And the vision began.

Next: Part 6D — "A Glimpse of Earth's Future (2006-2029)"

Coming tomorrow

If you're reading this in 2006 or beyond:

The pattern is ancient, but it's not inevitable

The choice between the yellow sun and the blue sun is made daily

Rome fell because individuals chose certainty over understanding

What will you choose?

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— AJ

I thought I was done with Earth.

I thought the journey was only forward—toward Heaven, toward peace, toward eternal rest.

But the angels weren't finished teaching me.

Rome was the past.

What came next was the future.

My future. Your future. Our future.

And I wasn't ready for what I was about to see.

[END OF PART 6C