You Will Be My Witness in New York, Europe, and To The Ends of Earth

II Corinthians 12:9-10

And he said unto me, My grace is sufficient for thee: for my strength is made perfect in weakness.

Most gladly therefore will I rather glory in my infirmities, that the power of Christ may rest upon me.

Therefore I take pleasure in infirmities, in reproaches, in necessities, in persecutions, in distresses for Christ's sake:

for when I am weak, then am I strong.

This One = Spiritual Interference

This One = Devilish Spiritual Interference

'This One' = Thought Process/Mental Communication

Summary: (AU, No Gods) Percy Jackson has been called out by God to do the works of an Apostle. He accepts this responsibility, except he knows nothing of the Heavenly Father nor his son Jesus Christ. He has to learn to Walk, teach, do the works of Christ(and greater), and learn to be a true Man of God. Of course, he will be persecuted. The Word says it. Can he overcome this persecution?

This story possesses many of my beliefs, some of which are unorthodox. I'm writing this story cause ever since I got into the Word my life has changed and basically revolves around it now. I enjoyed writing before I got into it, and decided that I would take something I love(writing), and combine it with the thing that gives me the most joy in life. Reproof is always welcome, in both my Doctrine and my writing, and if you have any suggestions, tips, or overall comments, please let me know.

Thanks so much for reading and I hope this blesses your life as much as it did mine!

God Bless You Abundantly in the Powerful Precious Name of Our Lord Jesus Christ!

Chapter 1: Still Small Voice


The world had seemed so bleak just days ago. Annabeth Chase, the source of my strength and hope of my day, had decided that we needed to take a break from one another. Her status was getting in the way of our relationship and a decision need to be made. She chose the former and I let her. I think that in some way she wanted me to fight her on it, to scream at her not to go, to beg and scream for her to leave the populars or to tell her that status didn't matter. That's just isn't me though and I didn't have heart to do that.

My breakup with her was just one of many things that began to encompass my life as I began spinning into the abyss that was chaos. Not soon after, I started trying small things to help. Addictions. It started off with something simple like alcohol, you know a beer a night or so, then I started joining nightclubs. Getting drunk became the regular, and dancing next to sweaty bodies with flashing lights soon battled the pain. Then I became tolerant of those, and then the pain returned so I turned to drugs. Just like the booze, nothing much at first weed here and there, and just like the booze it too became the regular.

After all the booze, partying, and drugs, my reputation began to diminish. I was once known as the popular who never got lower than a B, loaded myself up on AP and Honors classes, participated in every single club possible, worked a job, and still had time for the individual. For some reason though, that break up really hit me like none of my past ones. My entire junior year started off great and then just went to hell. I've lost my position as head of TSA and Drum Major for the Marching Band. I do okay in most of my AP classes. C average student. None of the coaches will let me play any sports because of my drug problem, which by the way is well known in case you couldn't tell. As you can imagine my parents are pretty disappointed along with my sister and brother. My sister, Aphrodite V. Jackson, is a senior and my adoptive brother, Luke C. Jackson, is a sophomore. Luke used to look up to me and Aphrodite used to tell me how much she wished she had my skills.

I tried to put my life back into order a couple of times. Sometimes I'd be a little successful. Get off of the drugs for a week. The alcohol for a month. Maybe not even party for three. No matter how many times I tried though, the temptation always overcame me. Often times people ask why people live this lifestyle? The better question is why not always be drunk and high, and how do you find something that will sustain you so much more than the three? Well I ended up finding it. If you go back and read the first sentence, you'll notice that I said 'days ago.' Meaning that it no longer feels like that, so what happened? I heard a still small voice.


It was about one in the morning on the breezy summer winds of New York, as they came in between the building and alley's weaving backwards and forwards trying to find their nearest victim to freeze. It's worse the higher you are. No not drug. Cars were locked in traffic, a sea of red as driver's foots resting upon the brake pedal and traffic lights glowing crimson. People hustled across times square like red ants searching for the nearest food source available, never even stopping to greet one another, rather passing each other as though everyone around them were the scum of the Earth. From atop the One Times Square building, every sound could be heard as it was carried by the strength of the wind. A siren would go off every once in a while to either stop some thieving, raping, manaicil criminal, or to put out the fire caused by an idiot chainsmoker falling asleep in their own bed, or by some greedy boss trying to destroy his competition. Perhaps a gang war even broke out and hundreds of people were being rushed to the Emergency Room only to die a few hours without their loved ones ever knowing. Somewhere in the sea of people there was a couple meeting their one true love and then getting divorced not two years later, because the man was a real bastard. Elsewhere there was a couple taking a stroll across the whole city, from Central Park to the 9/11 memorial, both of which have seen the attraction hundred of times, being one of the few couples to actually find love and eventually raise of family with four little rats somewhere in the suburbs of Colorado.

The wind would hit my face nearly pushing me off the building and then back on to it. Don't ask me how I got up here, but I did Thoughts were running laps around my head not really letting me decide my own future. There was a battle waging within me as one deep growling voice told me, 'Do it...jump...and your pain will all be over', while another lighter than ever said, 'Don't do it...as much as you may think it, your life is not solely yours to destroy… you have family and friends awaiting you.' The first voice sounded like something straight out of a horror movie while the second one sound like my own. They were battling one another for my own life. Tears streamed down my face, and that was when a freakish act of nature occured. The wind began to blow as though a hurricane had formed instantly bringing forth black clouds, and booming was heard above as the darkness roared at me. Lightning, the same color as the sun as it falls behind the horizon, began to run across the New York skyline, not as one single strike but as literally hundreds of strikes dancing across the sky as webs. It quickly descended upon New York ignoring all of the surrounding skyscrapers and hit straight into the heart of Times Square speeding towards the top of mine.

It was then that I saw it. It had to have been impossible both for me to have seen from up so high and for it have existed. Two men were in the middle of a completely desolate Times Square, one of which was adorned with a white trench coat and the other was wearing a black one of the same kind. The lightning was dancing around them as they stared at one another neither moving. I don't quite remember what it was about this scene, but it made me realize something. 'I want to live!' With my mind made up I began to get down from the edge of the building. Before I could though a massive wind storm descended upon my back, pushing me over the edge and sending me spiraling off the side of the One Times Square building straight into the street. I looked down and saw the ground climbing up toward me, as the lights from the other buildings became nothing but a blur. So, I closed my eyes and prepared for death to grasp me within its claws.

In the next moment, I was not where I started. I was standing on the shore of a large lake. The water shimmered and reflected the sunlight making it look glossy. It was a shade of blue I've never seen. I wouldn't see this shade for a very long time either. The other side of the lake was barely visible, blended into the background of the sky. Pink was mixed in with the other side as mountains were fading from light pink to a blue lit sky. Not a sound was heard. There were no birds nearby. No wind to blow the trees. The lake was like still water. No ripples. Just glittering light.

A voice sounded next to me, a low tenor as smooth and caring, "It is a beauty is it not it?"

I looked and beheld a man. He had some form of a light grey shirt on covered by seamless robes that stretched down to his legs. Though they seemed as regular robes, I felt as though if I touched them that all of my health problems would be gone from me. He had on sandals with two straps over the top of his foot. His hair was covered by the robes, but I could still see his hair just barely sticking out from underneath. The robes acted like a full body dress covering his head to his feet. Don't misunderstand though. His face was clearly visible. It was like a really long hoodie. Speaking of his face. Something about it just radiated kindness. It was like, if I messed up a million times he'd still take me into his arms and call me his brother. I didn't feel like an absolute fuck up around him.

For some reason I wasn't spooked by him. Not even him speaking out of seemingly nowhere shocked me. In contrast, his presence was most desired.

"Who are you?" I asked him, my voice as smooth as his. That's just what he did to you.

"Is the Sea of Galilee not briefly worth a moment of admiration?" he responded back. And thus began our conversation between another.

" I suppose it is, but I'd really rather know who you are. Oh! Also where am I?"

"Patience is a virtue, but I suppose it be better to be diligent as we converse. I am the Son."

"The son? The son of who?"

"The Son of God, of course!"

"Oh! So your Jesus, and I'm having a hallucination."

" I am indeed Christ Jesus, and this, my friend, is no hallucination. This is revelation. Phenomena really."

"Well I must say for not being a hallucination, you don't really look like what I thought."

"What is it that you were expecting?"

"Something that look more like the movies and paintings. Also I expected you talk with all the thou's, shalt's, and thee's"

"I will be, what I need to be for you. I talk as required for you to understand me. Perhaps a bit more formal than average. As for my look, well I look as though I did on my time on Earth. It is the teachers that have not perceived me right."

" So if you adjust to what I expect, why not look like the paintings?"

" You'll find that answer on your own. For now we have more pressing matters."

"And those are?"

"Teaching you what is available."

"..."

"I am here to tell you that you need not go through what you are. Your pain. Your suffering. It can all go away, if you so desire it. If you so desire it, you can do so much greater. If you so desire it, you will be rewarded monumental in the Kingdom of God."

"Yeah okay. Wouldn't that be nice? Sorry dude, but I kind of put myself in this position and have already failed like a hundred times. On top of that, I'd have to actually believe in God before I even get these rewards, which by the way, I still think your a hallucination."

"Yes indeed…. Your heart has been hardened. You are stubborn. I am telling you though, the Father will not over step your will, but I make you an offer that is once in a lifetime. See with every decision there is always a cost. Sometimes that cost is just worth it though."

"And there it is? What exactly is the cost? Say three Hail Marys and get in a box with a priest? Sorry, but I'm still too young. Give it a year though."

"The cost is that you give up your abuse, your self hatred, your worldly conflicts. You make a promise with to my Father in my name that you will be faithful to his word. You promise to learn the Word which I spake and that my Father revealed. Of course it is not expected of this to be immediate, rather a growth process. What is expected immediately, is rather easy. You believe in your heart that I am the Lord of your life. You believe in your heart that I was raised from the dead and ascended into Heaven. Then, and only then will you be saved. Not only will you be saved, but so much more will be given to you."

"Well see now, that sounds rather lovely, but I have a question: Let's say I did call you my Lord and did all that other crap, and believe that this wasn't a hallucination, what would happen then?"

"Have you not been listening? Have you not been hearing the words which I speak? I am telling you. You will be resolved of your worldly conflicts. There is more though. My Heavenly Father will make known to you his previously revealed word greater than any other before. You will perform wonders and miracles in my name. There will be an exponential increase in born again believer both here in New York, in Europe, and to the ends of the Earth. You will be a man, hand picked by God to bring great benefit to the Church. A gift if you will. An Apostle technically. One who brings new light to the adulterous generation."

"B-b-but… why would God ever choose someone like me?"

"You are in the clutches of the Adversary. You condemn yourself because you have fallen into a snare. I am telling you that the most famous of all God's Apostles, Paul, Eternity revealed to him and only him, was a murderer before he came to God. A murderer of Christians actually. If he was great in the eyes of God after all that he did, how much more would it be for you to be considered great in the eyes of the Father. He chose you, not for who you are now, but for who you can become. The Father knew you since the very beginning, and he picked you since the start of creation. He knows you to be great. He is only limited by how much you accept him. Will you accept him? Will you do as he asked? Will you confess that I am the Lord Jesus? Will you believe that I am the Lord of your Life? A slave to me? The best kind of slave there is to be, eager to do the works of God? Will you confess that I am the Lord Jesus Christ? Will you believe that I am ascended into Heaven and seated at the right hand of God? The mediator between you and God?"

Tears flowed freely down my eyes as I heard him speak. There was doubt. A lot, but I suppose that if this all fake then it is for nothing. But, I only get this kind of chance once. With all the willpower I could muster up and all the believing in the world, I commanded my heart. My mouth opened and I spoke.

"Yes Lord! You have my life! I will live for God! I believe! I believe you have been raised! You are seated at the right hand of your Heavenly Father. You are seated at the right hand of God AlMighty. You will lead me to him!"

"Now Percy, I tell you: he is no longer just my Father. He is yours as well."

Just then, it was as a bright light was then perceived from the heavens as a small white bird descended down from the sky. It was as a dove, only it was not the same as Jesus baptism. This dove appeared as though it had a light glow of fire gently resting on top of it's feathers. Fire as of the day of Pentecost. A dove as of the gift of holy spirit. The fire cleansed him, and the gift replaced it. The dove descend him as the fire spread around him, and that dove sunk into his chest where his heart was.

("You have doubt in you Percy. For now, that is okay, but soon you will be fully persuaded. Sooner than any other. And soon you will know the word greatly and will never stop growing. You will awaken tomorrow in your bed, not lying at the bottom of times square soulless. Tomorrow, you will awaken and go to your first day of school, and you will find a Bible within your locker. Tomorrow, someone you find will become your brother. A helper on this journey. Your Barabas. Tomorrow, you will feel no desire to attempt any form of unholy addiction. You are healed, delivered from the wiles of the devil. And, tomorrow, though you do not know it yet, you will find your largest support for the rest of you life. No longer should you be called Percy, rather Perseus because the old you is destroyed and now you will pierce the hedge of many man's hearts. May our Father eternally bless you and forever guide you Perseus Cornelius Jackson.")

And, for the rest of his days, The Apostle Perseus Cornelius Jackson would be imbued with holy spirit.