🌍 When Love Was No More: A Visionary Parable from the Edge of Extinction

Story by Reverend Paula Josephine Sadler Author, Speaker, Singer & Founding Minister of Universal Rainbow Faith Church

📸 A Prophetic Vision in Images

Before the story, witness the warning.

The following images are sacred visual meditations—each one a prophetic mirror, a cautionary echo, a glimpse of what may come if we continue down the path we are on.

They are not fantasy. They are not distant science fiction. They are depictions of a spiritual and societal unraveling already unfolding around us—if we do not remember love. If we do not return to one another. If we do not reclaim our shared humanity.

Each image is a visual chapter in the unfolding lament of When Love Was No More:

• The day the Earth cracked under the weight of hatred.

• The moment angels wept for a world that refused to heal.

• The heartbreak of a human who lost his heart—and the angel still trying to give it back.

• The final dawn, when nature remained, but the humans were no more.

May these images soften our hearts before they harden beyond repair. May they stir us to change before the prophecy is fulfilled. And may they prepare you to receive the story—not as fiction, but as invitation.

Now, let us begin.

Global Nuclear Destruction – “The Angels Wept”

This image captures the apocalyptic climax of humanity’s downfall. At the center, the Earth is violently splitting apart, molten fire pouring through the cracks as if the planet itself has ruptured under the weight of human cruelty. Surrounding the Earth are a host of angels, rendered in classic oil painting style, each in deep mourning. Their heads are bowed, faces hidden in hands, hearts broken—not by natural disaster, but by willful destruction. The atmosphere is choked with smoke and ash, lit only by the searing orange glow of ruin. The angels do not intervene—they witness. Because this was the moment when humanity’s choices ran their course. A divine stillness covers the scene—terrifying, sacred, irreversible. This is the moment when love was no more.

The Angel and the Hollowed Man – “Trying to Return the Heart”

This haunting portrait depicts an angel weeping as she cradles a human heart—still full of warmth, color, and life—in her hands. Beside her sits a human man, sunken and gray, his chest hollowed out, a dark void where his heart once was. The man looks down, detached, empty, consumed by the loss of what once made him human. The angel is trying to return the heart to him, gently offering it back—but he cannot (or will not) receive it. This is the spiritual representation of what happens when people abandon empathy, compassion, and truth. The angel’s grief is not just for the man—it is for all of us who have forgotten how to feel. It is the visual parable of a world infected by self-righteousness, supremacy, and spiritual abandonment.

The Rebirth of Earth – “When Humans Were No More, Year 3025”

This final image is both a benediction and an elegy. A lone angel stands barefoot on a lush cliffside at dawn, overlooking a vast ocean bathed in golden sunlight. The Earth has been reborn—not through human repentance, but through time, healing, and divine grace. Wildflowers bloom. Trees stretch skyward. Birds soar freely in the clear sky. There are no cities, no machines, no monuments to power—only peace. The angel’s hands are gently clasped in prayer. Her expression is serene, but solemn, watching over a world that no longer remembers its former inhabitants. This is the moment after—when nature sings again, when balance is restored, but humanity is gone. The title, “When Humans Were No More – Year 3025,” reminds us that Earth will go on. Whether we go with it… is still up to us.

A Visionary Parable from the Edge of Extinction

There was a day, not long ago, when love ran out.

Not because there wasn’t enough of it—but because those who carried it could carry it no longer.

They had poured it into every wound, every cause, every stranger, every child. They had held the broken pieces of the world together with threadbare hands. They had sung, served, sacrificed, and stayed when no one else would.

But in the year 2025, even they began to break.

It didn’t happen all at once. It happened like a slow infection—an airborne sickness of hatred, cruelty, and ego.

It began when good people turned on the news and saw children torn from their parents—again. It deepened when they saw laws passed to erase entire identities. It cracked open when they saw books banned, histories rewritten, and holy words used to harm.

It shattered completely when they realized: Nothing they did seemed to matter anymore.

And so, like a great silent wave, one billion people stopped volunteering. One billion souls—quiet saints, unseen workers of love—walked away.

They didn’t protest. They didn’t march. They simply stopped showing up.

The world noticed within days.

Hospitals overflowed. Soup kitchens went dark. Children waited at school doors for teachers who never came. Addicts died alone. Elders starved in silence.

The weight of the world, once distributed across countless hearts, now collapsed inward.

The powerful, still intoxicated by their own reflection, told the people:

“This is what freedom looks like. Every man, woman, and child for themselves.”

And the people believed them.

Language became poison.

No longer did people say “I love you. ”They said:

• “You’re disgusting.”

• “You’re fat. Look at that face.”

• “You’re a rapist.”

• “You’re a communist.”

• “You’re a dummy.”

• “You have a low IQ.”

• “You’re the vermin. Not me.”

They quoted their new prophets:

“I alone can fix it. ”“When you're a star, you can do anything. ”“You have to dominate.”

Even the churches, once houses of prayer and protest, echoed the doctrine of supremacy. The rainbow became a felony. Kindness became an act of sedition.

People forgot how to weep for one another.

In the United States—the so-called beacon of freedom—civil rights were stripped bare like bark from a tree. Only one kind of child was wanted: white, silent, unquestioning.

Women were turned into breeding stock for $5,000 Bonuses. They called it prosperity. It was eugenics.

They called it faith. It was fascism.

They called it strength. It was cowardice in camouflage.

The world, once loud with prayer and protest, grew quiet.

And then, it burned.

The final war did not last long.

A flash of light. A shock of fire. A great forgetting.

And then—nothing.

No flags. No nations. No gods of war. Just ash. Just silence. Just wind.

And after a thousand years…

There was day.

There was night.

There was ocean.

There were birdsong and flowers breaking through the cracks.

But no humans. No hate. No need for laws. No need for gods.

Just the Earth, breathing again.

As if to say:

“I remember you. I remember what you tried to be. I remember love. But it could not survive your forgetting.”

Let this be our prophecy, or our warning. Let it not be our fate.

Because love has not yet completely died. Not yet.

Not while you still feel this. Not while you still ask why. Not while you still grieve.

Because even your grief is proof that love was here.

And might still be.

With grief and sacred witness, Rev. Paula Josephine Sadler Author of The Nature of Miracles Founding Minister, Universal Rainbow Faith Church www.universalrainbowfaith.org