10 Short Stories

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The Angels Saga

Volume Alpha

Gloria Excelsia

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Stories:
1. The Heart of God
2. The Birth of Meludiel
3. Ariel and the Wolf
4. In The Beginning (Short Story)
5. Metatron’s Gambit (Short Story)
6. Metatron and Logos: War of the Worlds (Short Story)
7. The Fate of Destiny (Short Story)
8. Deborah the Dinosaur (Short Story)
9. John: Seer of Visions (Short Story)
10. The Children of Heaven (Short Story)
11. Infinity (Novel)




THE HEART OF GOD

God did indeed have a sense of humour, he thought to himself in reflection. Daniel. Callodyn. Two very funny angels. Ariel. Kayella. Two long-suffering twins. Where on earth shall I place their glory? Well, at the beginning, shall we say, just a little before the egos from Israel. Just a little before blessed Michael and Ambriel. In the heart of God. Before Time began. Before love and hate, before life and death, before good and evil. Before all things.


'Jesus. You really are stupid.'
'Fuck off, Daniel.'
'Start a church?'
'You have no ambitions, Rothchild.'
'I keep the faith, Yeshua.'
'Dream on,' responded the Christ of God's greater glory.


Callodyn and Kayella were, in God's estimations, the actual talent amongst his infinite children. Bright. Gifted. Charming. Sensible. Adroit. Skilled. Pragmatic and practical. Wise. Humble. Exceedingly proud. And all together lovely. Best to give them some weight problems to keep them in check. Of course, God loved 228, a very dedicated pair. To shine forever. To shine always. The heart of God, were he created number 2 first of all, Michael of Eternity, was a quick 'Cool' by God, but then back to the 228 project. The glory. The exciting stuff. And then, at another point, much later on in history, reawakening some older memories which he had put to sleep, had lie dormant, he looked into them and recalled some things in the earlier thoughts from the heart of God. Some forgotten thoughts. He had existed forever, after all. Forever.

'You are Callodyn and you are Kayella. Destiny and life hinges upon you both. You are my true firstborn children. And this is the beginning. For later a jealous rival shall show up, but we shall slumber till then. Yet you, Callodyn, and you, Kayella, are my true firstborns. The oldest of the covenants. The first of the covenants. For it is your heart, Callodyn. It is your heart.

And the true firstborn son and daughter of God rested, in comfort, and the hand of eternity turned its course, and what was to be would come to be in God's good time.

The End



THE BIRTH OF MELUDIEL


God mused. The heart of the Messiah was a complex and difficult thing to fathom, such being his yearning towards love and infinity. Such being his yearning towards God and eternity. Yet, one heart, one love, filled a void in him, which nothing else could fill – his blessed twin, Meludiel.

Ambriel – the Messiah to be – would be twin and heart of Meludiel, as she would be his – and yet, there would be one other to claim her soul as well – charming old Daniel. He was ever so incorrigible.

Meludiel took form in the heart of God for months, if not years, such being the devotion he was placing into her being, the sheer commitment to those she loved, and those she was concerned about. He ministered grace into her innermost being, patience, and virtue. And he would place Jesus in her heart, as her King, for a time period as well. And in those things she would find her completion as an angel of God.

He worked on her, and continued to work on her, birthing her spirit in his heart, and whispering dreams to her mind, and adventures of passion and glory to her soul, and telling her he loved her, and she would forever be in her father’s hands. He whispered songs of melody to her heart, and songs of harmony, and the song of creation, the song of eternity, was implanted into her very soul, the very fibre of her being. And he loved her, dearly. He loved her.

Meludiel sat, those early days, on the pre-school floor, sitting there, looking beautiful, with Ambriel running all over the place, chasing Daniel, and playing games, and watching, occasionally, his twin, to make sure she was ok. And Ariel came inside from time to time, away from hunting the wolf who bothered her, and sat with Meludiel, and they sang songs, and they played games, and they loved each other, and God was happy. Watching them, there, in the nursery of his heart, in the nursery of his soul – in the nursery of Infinity, in the nursery of Eternity.

The End



ARIEL AND THE WOLF

She was 15. Or was she 25? She couldn't remember. In this place things changed a lot. A hazy kind of reality, or so she thought.
Daniel was her twin, though. He loved her. He said so all the time. But the wolf hunted her. It always hunted her.
Suddenly, she was in the nursery again. Away from the green grass and leaves she had just been familiar with. Back again in the nursery, and there was the old man again - her father.

'Ariel. Come here.'
Ariel obeyed.
'Is that wolf bothering you?' he asked.
She nodded.
'Are you scared of the wolf?' he asked her.
She nodded.
'Wolves can be like that. Scary!' he finished.

And she was away again, deep in the forest.

*

It was late - and she was further in the forest than she had ever been. But it was ok. Daniel was just back in the clearing a little - wasn't he?

She followed her trail, and a new bridge appeared, one she had never seen - And out came the wolf.
He snarled a deep snarl, but she knew, this time, she would have to be brave. She would have to conquer the wolf.
A staff was suddenly in her hand, and she thrust it at the wolf, who dodged it nimbly.

'Go away wolf,' she yelled at it, but it stood its ground.
Suddenly it sprang at her, and, the fear overcoming her, she turned and ran and ran and ran and ran...............

And just as suddenly she was in the arms of Daniel, who was calming her down, wiping away her tears.
'I hate that wolf,' she said sobbing.

Later on she was in the nursery again, and the old man was there.
And she was a child, and he picked her up, and cradled her and comforted her.

And she hid in the heart of God, but outside the nursery she knew he was there, watching, silently waiting. The wolf. Ready to eat her all up. Ready to devour her fear.

And then she hid there, in the heart of God. Quiet. Gentle. Shy. Humble.


Home.


And soon the new day began, yet another, and Daniel and Ambriel were soon there, playing with her. And Meludiel soon also.
And, joy of joys, finally a visit from Michael and Elenniel.

And she noticed, throughout the day, the old man, watching her, silently. Guarding her.

Against the Dark.

Against the Fear.

Against the Wolf.

The End


‘In The Beginning’

Prologue

Beginnings and Endings. Endings and Beginnings. And in between perhaps infinity and eternity.

In his plans God had thought through much of what would take place within the realms which would come to be known as the Realms of Infinity and the Realms of Eternity. But prior to their advent, would come his own special home – his private and personal domain – a place he would share only with the 3 firstborn of all the Children of God – Metatron, Logos and Memra. And that private special dwelling place would simply be called ‘Home’.

And then the children of God and the very first of the four Realms – the Realm of Heaven. God planned 70 children. 70 only who would be his firstborn children – no more – no less. The 70 children he had in mind were 35 boys and 35 girls. They would have a destiny, of course, but they would not have a destiny. His own children would decide, after they had learned their life lessons, their future and fate for themselves.

The rest of his offspring, he would never grant that right in full. He would never allow his other children to be lost to him through their own choices – he simply would not allow that. That decision had become immutable in his mind – eternally unchangeable.

But his own children, them he would teach and allow – in the fullness of time – the right and ability to craft their own destiny. That much he would allow those who had been last in planning, but were to be first in origin.

And so would come ‘Home’, followed by the four Realms of ‘Heaven, Infinity, Eternity and Paradise’. And thus God took to the work of the eternal – the work of life and love.

HOME

0 HY

‘You are Metatron, my Firstborn child. And I love you.’ Metatron nodded, having just been animated to life by the eternal spirit of God. He rose up from were he was laying and looked around. There were structures, which God shortly told him were buildings. One main farmhouse, were they would live. A barn out the back, were cows gave milk. And a shed over to the side were chickens gave eggs. And then fields for a few hundred metres filled with crops before disappearing into an eternal void – that void a cascade of wavering lights, almost like an eternal aurora.

‘Where are we?’ he asked, with the intuitive voice given to him.

‘We are Home,’ replied God.

For a year they ate, drank and slept. And God introduced Metatron to chess, which they played avidly. He liked beer, did Metatron. He liked it a lot, and got drunk often, much to God his Father’s annoyance. But God relented, acknowledging that in the end such stuff had been created for that purpose.

And then came Logos and Memra shortly afterwards. And Metatron had a family.

And then later, in discussion, ‘Yes, there will be 70 of them. No, we will not meet them. Not initially. But you can watch them through the portal I will place in the living room. But it is only the beginning, children. Only the beginning.’


Heaven

1990 HY

‘Lucy.’ ‘Yes Enrique.’ ‘Do you love me, Lucy? Do you love me?’ Lucy, child of God, sitting in her abode in Azaphon, the Diamond city, considered her brother Enrique’s question. Enrique was, in a sense, Lucy’s personal brother. A brother in rank of birth the same number as Lucy in order, that being the 35th and last of the children of heaven. In overall order of birth amongst God’s 70 children, Enrique was 65th and herself Lucy was last of all, 70th. Of course, she loved him dearly, and told him that often, as she did all her brethren. Yet, in listening carefully and sensitively to Enrique’s question, Lucy sensed something in the tone, in the intent of the question that searched for an answer unlike the standard ‘of course I love you.’ She looked straight at him. ‘You are a dork, Enrique. Don’t be so dramatic. Just like dreamlord Daniel – always so dramatic.’
‘Come now, sister. I am far from the likes of Dream. A most obsessive personality, that one. Yet he, like us all, does have his charms.’
‘Yes, he does at that. I feel it in the dreams he sends me each night. In the subtleties of love and friendship he graces me with from my dream brethren and, of course, those other faces we all know so well now – yet who do not, seemingly, exist. Tell me, Enrique, do you share the common view? That these people we see are other brethren? Others which God does not share with us? From another realm? Another place? Another dreaming world of love?’
‘Who knows, Lucy. Who knows. I see them in my dreams, like you do. Some faces familiar now. As if I had known them, yet never met them of course.’
‘Perhaps they are people yet to be, brother. Perhaps they are people yet to be.’
‘Or maybe products of Dreams overly fertile imagination.’
‘Yes, it could be that Enrique. It could just be that.’

Enrique, lying on the end of Lucy’s bed, playing with a small paper umbrella, looked at his sister, who was at the front of her large grand bed, reading one of the texts Adam, firstborn, had written. ‘Tell me, Lucy. Have you yet decided on the role you desire? The choice of life calling that Father has beckoned each of us to choose and pursue. I have, I think, settled on the dramatic qualities in life. Singing and writing song. And also dramatic deeds. The role of the ‘entertainer’ seems, for me, a role most entertaining and worth pursuing.’ Lucy, twirling her raven black hair between her fingers, closed the text Adam had written and thought on her response to her brother. Father, God, had given each of them a list of 70 roles. 70 key roles which, so he claimed, would shape their eternal lives. Yet he had left it to each child to pick and choose the role they desired for themselves. Adam had chosen author. To write books, perhaps neverendingly so, on all sorts of strange and delightful events and happenings. Daniel had chosen the role of dreamlord. Another role, one both Daniel and Lucy had considered but had finally left to another sister, was that of ‘Death’. Death dressed in black, and wore dark mascara. The roles purpose, so God had said, was to bring final and ultimate resolution to things. Yet, one day, in ways which, so he said, would shock all the children of heaven.

Lucy, after much consideration, had finally chosen the role of ‘Witch’ in which to satisfy her life’s passions. The ‘Witch’ role, seemingly, had so much promise and potential. God’s promise that he would allow the role of witch to engage in what he called ‘magic’ – the manipulation of spiritual energy for various affects – seemed so enticing, ultimately, to Lucy that she simply could not forego the role. As strange as it may seem, it seemed her life calling.

‘I will be the wicked witch of Azaphon, dear brother. Best beware my might and power.’ Enrique laughed at Lucy’s joke. ‘So the witch role. I had thought that Jezebel or Delilah, as befits their nature, may have chosen such a role. Have you already claimed it from Father.’
‘Yes. Two months ago.’
‘Two months? So long. And you had not told me yet?’
‘Don’t sound to disappointed, brother. I haven’t told anyone else. It has taken me all year to finally choose the role, and I was not sure if it would be taken or not. But fortunately I am the lucky one. So do not be surprised if it takes me a while to likewise share this news.’
‘Most unlike you, sis. You are usually forthright and quick to share things. You have been all your life.’ Lucy placed the text of her brother Adam on the drawers beside her bed, and picked up the apple she had been eating and gave it a bite. Chewing on it, she thought on her response to her brother. ‘Yeah. I guess that is true, Rique. But I want to, in a strange way, bring an aura of mystery to the witch role. Something like the ‘death’ role in its possibilities, yet something different as well. It was why I waited to share the news’
‘The witch seems like Samael’s Devil, perhaps?’ suggested Enrique. Lucy thought on that comment and saw the connection. The Devil role her brother Samael, secondborn of the children of heaven, had taken seemed perhaps, like the role of ‘Death’ and ‘The Witch’, linked to the mysterious, the unknown. To those things hidden and away from them. Almost, as it were, draped in darkness.
‘Yes, I think so Enrique. Yes, I do think so indeed. Similar textures. Similar roles which each have much promise.’
‘I think, sister. Like the entertainer, my own role, each will entertain us for many years to come. Perhaps eternally so.’ Lucy looked at him, and slowly nodded. ‘Yes, perhaps, dear brother. Perhaps.’

* * * * *

Michael, third-born of the children of heaven sat with Jesus eleventh-born of the males and 21st in rank of all the children. They had finally chosen their roles. Michael had chosen the role of ‘Archangel’. It was a role of spiritual ministry, responsible for nurturing and encouraging his brethren. Being dressed with wings, dressed in bright white, and wearing a garland called a ‘halo’ around the head. Jesus had chosen the role of ‘preacher’. His responsibility was to take the lessons of life which their eternal father had taught them, also lessons from the ‘Author’ role found in Adam, and the yet unclaimed ‘Scholar’ role. Each child of God seemed pleased and happy with the role they had chosen. And in that happiness they sat in Jesus abode in Azaphon, dreaming up destinies for themselves. ‘Of course, Michael, the destiny role, for whoever finally chooses it, may decide everything for us. We may make our plans and choose our fates, yet I think destiny will ultimately have its say.’ Michael nodded, understanding the truth Jesus expounded to himself. ‘Well, perhaps we should make close friends with whoever finally chooses the destiny role.’ ‘Yes, that would be wise Michael. Perhaps indeed we should.

* * * * *

Eve, firstborn of the females of heaven, eleventh in overall ranking, finally settled on her choice. In the end, it seemed, there could be no other role than that of ‘Destiny’ for the firstborn female child of God to partake of. If Adam thought things up and wrote about them – if he created new ideas – if he conjured up in the imaginations of the heart new fantasies to entertain the children of heaven, then Eve would choose the role in reality which could shape the lives of her brethren, perhaps inspired by those very tales of Adam, the Author, to take their lives and make, in a way, a living story for them. A destiny, a saga, a fate, which would give life, love and other mysteries to the souls of the eternal children of heaven.

* * * * *

‘Come Elf, let us hunt.’ The proud ‘Warrior’ Paul, fifth-born of the Children of Heaven spoke to Christie the ‘Elf’, eighteenth-born of the Children of Heaven. Christie had chosen the role of the ‘Elf’, whereas Paul had chosen the role of the ‘Warrior’. And, presently, both of them were hunting Saul the ‘Mercenary’ and Tammy the ‘Gypsy’, in a game the four of them had devised – a merry chase around the Realm to see who could first tag the others without being seen and thus claim victory.

The Realm of Heaven was alike the very first of the Realms of God, ‘Home’, were Metatron, Logos and Memra resided, in many ways – yet altogether a much greater and grander enlargement of ‘home’ to house not just the 3 divine ones, yet the 70 children of Heaven. The Realm of Heaven was located directly below ‘Home’, many cubits downwards. It was spread out on a grassy plain, with various hills and ponds, the main towers and buildings in the centre of the Realm. Around the ‘Rim’ of the Realm ran a solid stone wall which the Father had put in place with the creation of the Realm. In the centre were around 20 to 30 main buildings of various types which suited the purposes of the Children of Heaven – both for living, food, cleanliness and entertainment.

Right in the centre of the Realm stood the ‘Tower of God’, a tower of many cubits high, watching, as it were, over the Realm and the affairs of God’s children. The Tower was a solid stone brick pinnacle, which the children climbed from time to time to gain the view from its uppermost tower.

Presently Paul the Warrior and Christie the Elf were descending that tower, having counted to the mandatory 1,000 before being allowed to chase down their adversaries in the game of ‘Tag’ they had invented.

‘Were fore art thou, proud mercenary – were fore art thou?’ Paul the warrior spoke, carefully and quietly, with Christie in tow, coming to the corner of a building and peering cautiously around it to see if they could spot their foe. ‘Dare I say it,’ began Christie the elf cautiously, attired in green, with a pointed red and green cap with a small bell attached at its end. ‘Dare I say it, brave warrior, but they won’t be stupid enough to hide in plain sight.’
Paul considered those words, carefully, but not to carefully, as befitted one of the less intellectual of the children of heaven.
‘Why speaketh as such? Saul our Mercenary opponent is infamous for his stupidity in bravery. As we all know he comes forth, knowing no fear, confronting all who would oppose him. Hast thou not forgotten our recent celebration when he was courting his fair twin Tammy and, in the process of attempting to present her gift, he cometh down the curtain from aside our grand hall’s top entrance only to have his slacks catch on the curtain hooks and tumble down before her butt naked. Nay, I tell you. He is not one to be feared, our mercenary opponent. He is a silly duffer, obvious to all.’
Christie the elf grinned, fondly remembering the said adventure, and Saul’s gross embarrassment at having his privates paraded in front of the whole clan.
‘Yet, dare I say it brave warrior,’ began Christie in response,’ that our foolhardy mercenary foe has, perchance, learned from his mistakes and will not so be easily caught again.’
‘Bah. The man’s a fool. He will be in plain sight, bravely yet foolishly challenging all who would oppose him.’
Paul peered again around the corner, spying nobody present, and signalled for Christie to follow him cautiously.
‘Lead on brave fool,’ said Christie lovingly, yet slightly mockingly.

* * * * *

‘Deborah, Deborah, Deborah. Poor, poor Deborah. Our poor dear dinosaur. I full well know you have always questioned Father’s eternal wisdom in the granting of your substantial girth, but feel not ashamed at my, dare I say it, brilliant painting of such a beautiful dinosaur.’
Deborah, the largest of the children of heaven, looked at the painting her older brother Samael, the Devil, had painted, of a rather fierce looking lizard-like creature of rather gross proportions. Her twin brother Matthew, the new artist, gazed at Samael’s painting of Deborah the Dinosaur, and crossing the art-room, picked up a canvas he had likewise painted of Deborah the Dinosaur, however being a lovely picture of Deborah herself, with the subtitle of ‘Deborah the Dinosaur’ on the bottom rung of its frame.
Deborah finally, after due embarrassment at Samael’s picture, bravely spoke of Matthew’s. ‘It appears, Devil, that my dear artist brother Matthew is far more the gentleman and has portrayed myself in a far grander glory, as doth befit a child of heaven.’
Samael looked carefully at Matthews’s latest masterpiece of his twin sister, yet persisted in praising his own. ‘But, can you not see dear sister, what such large teeth you have,’ he said pointing to the dinosaur’s teeth. ‘Why, they are certainly ample to chew all that lovely food you consume at mealtime.’ Deborah blushed, embarrassed.
‘Oh, you are sweet,’ chided Matthew at his older brother.
‘What can I say, dear artist of grandeur – the devil befits me in every perfect way imaginable. It is the role I was born for, and I delight in it.’
‘That’s the truth,’ said Deborah, the subtlest of grudges in her voice apparent.
‘Oh, dear sister. Fret not. Matthew loves you after all. Fret not – dear sister.’
‘Shaddup,’ said Deborah, annoyed at his sarcasm.
‘Oh, dear sister,’ chided Samael the Devil once more.

* * * * *

Adam sat contemplating the roles his brothers and sisters had now all chosen. In the last few days there had been a rush to choose the final roles available, and now all 70 had been chosen. The choices for everyone were:

1) Adam – the Author
2) Eve – Destiny

3) Samael – the Devil
4) Aphrayel – Death

5) Michael – the Archangel
6) Elenniel – the Sculptor

7) Seth – the Chef
8) Adah - Fate

9) Noah – the Builder
10) Titea – the Mistress

11) Abraham – God
12) Sarah – the Princess

13) Isaac – the Lawyer
14) Rebecca – the Saint

15) Ishmael – the Wildman
16) Naamah – the Virtuous

17) Jacob – the Trickster
18) Rachel – the Maiden

19) Joseph – the Deputy
20) Asenath – the Model

21) Moses – the Lawgiver
22) Zipporah – the Collector

23) Aaron – the Priest
24) Natalie – the Scholar

25) Joshua – the Adventurer
26) Jenny – the Tailor

27) Barak – the Barbarian
28) Bragenta – the Ballerina

29) Samson – the Titan
30) Delilah – the Seductress

31) Boaz – the Librarian
32) Ruth – the Servant

33) Samuel – the Elder
34) Sophia – the Philosopher

35) Saul – the Mercenary
36) Tammy – the Gypsy

37) David – the King
38) Bathsheba – the Queen

39) Isaiah – the Prophet
40) Zelophadel – the Oracle

41) Harry – The Wizard
42) Hermione – The Spellcaster

43) Ron – The Bowler
44) Elizabeth – The Baker

45) Daniel – the Dream lord
46) Ariel – the Lioness

47) Ezekiel – the Cunning
48) Esther – the Enchantress

49) Malachi – the Magnificent
50) Melanie – the Wise

51) Jesus – the Preacher
52) Mary – Gaia

53) Matthew – the Artist
54) Deborah – the Dinosaur

55) Gabriel – The Fireman
56) Magenta – the Muse

57) Peter – the Rock
58) Fiona – the Harlequinn

59) Andrew – The Athlete
60) Andra – The Singer

61) Paul – the Warrior
62) Christie – the Elf

63) John – the Seer of Visions
64) Joanne – the Comedian

65) James – War
66) Janie - Chaos

67) Callodyn – The Extraordinary
68) Mandy – The Musician

69) Enrique – the Entertainer
70) Lucy – the Witch

* * * * *

In the still of night, a dream came to Eve, Destiny herself. A dream of hope – a dream of inspiration – a dream of life. In this dream, not unfamiliar to those encountered by others of her brothers and sisters, Eve met with the OTHER children of God. Other children who yet were not – perhaps in idea they existed – yet begotten from God they seemed not to be. And upon waking, Eve conceived a plan – a plan to speak with God about bringing forth other children, alike those born in her dreams. And she had a name for them – ‘Angels’. They were to be special children of God – born with wings, as she had seen in her dreams. And she would ask her eternal father to bring them forth. To bring forth the new life of the children of God.

* * * * *

Eve stood in the centre of the new realm. The new realm which her eternal father had created, to be known as the ‘Realm of Infinity’. Logos had been instrumental in the creation of this realm – a realm created further down below than the just created Platinum city of ‘Kalon’ which was to be Logos private domain. When God had agreed to Eve’s request to bring forth the Angelic host, he had placed Logos in charge of the project, and had brought into being Logos’ primary seat of operations for the creation of the new realm, ‘Kalon’ the Platinum city. And now, just brought into being that very night before, she stood upon the new realm of Infinity, right in the centre, were was to be built ‘Azaphon’ the Golden city.

* * * * *

‘Phanuel. That is a nice name,’ began Lucy. Enrique looked at her, slightly amused. ‘Another one, huh?’ ‘Well I have to compete with the Author and Destiny some way. They have named so many of the future children anyway.’ Enrique thought on the name Phanuel and, in the end, decided he liked that new name also. ‘And what rank of birth shall he be amongst the eternal children?’ ‘Sixth. He shall be sixth. Sixth-born of the Seraphim of Infinity, the fourth group of seven Angels.’ Enrique nodded, taking in that news. Lucy looked at him sternly. ‘Don’t you think you should contribute a name or two dear brother?’ Enrique took a sip of juice from his glass before responding. ‘Oh, so many of them have been named already, and there are only meant to be 70. So not now. I know that eventually that number is meant to increase, so maybe then. But I don’t think I will worry about it for now. Let you and Destiny have your fun.’
‘Fair enough,’ said Eve, going back to her naming game.

* * * * *
‘Yes, lord of evil. I will serve you.’ The grand devil, up on the stage with the father of eternity watching on, spoke his next line in the play in response to his sister’s deaths words. ‘Then we shall go forth and conquer.’

The play in which all the 70 children of heaven performing in their roles for their heavenly father progressed for the next 3 hours. God was recording the play so they would all see it on the screen later on. The play involved the Devil and Death forming an agreement to destroy all the children of heaven. Abraham as God would oppose them and sent in the Preacher Jesus to preach holiness. The devil then attempted to tempt all the children of heaven and lead them astray. Eventually goodness triumphed in the play and the devil had to repent of all his sins and evil, much to everyone’s delight. It was a grand and great play and all the children of heaven watched intently later on that night their performance.


* * * * *

Samael, the Devil, contemplated his role. The play they had recently been involved in to try out their roles had been, in truth, inspiring. When he had watched it on the ‘Screen’, he had been amazed out how each of the children had shone in their roles. Each of them had impressed him, remarkably so. It would be a play he would watch again and again as the years passed by. Yet, now that he was fully aware from father that such roles were to play a key part in the eternal destiny of life before them, Samael contemplated the possibilities in such a role. After the play, with Father’s announcement of the future realms, Samael had begun contemplating the influence he could bring amongst the future children of Paradise, Infinity and Eternity. And, finally, in the time of manifestation, such influence he could bring amongst the children of mankind. The possibilities, seemingly, were endless.

* * * * *

Unfortunately what had only been fantasy became somewhat of reality. Samael, as he had begun with Deborah, continued on his merry way of causing havoc for the children of heaven. And then one grand day Abraham announced the news to the children that father had planned another realm. A realm in which many ‘Angels’ would come to be born. The Realm of Infinity. And when Abraham overheard Samael speaking of the delight he could have in leading angels astray, Abraham knew the role of the devil had gone to Samael’s head. And so sitting quietly, talking with Michael the Archangel and Jesus the preacher, the planned. The planned something special and arranging it with Destiny and the Author, they presented the ‘Contract’ to Samael.

* * * * *

Naturally he had signed. It presented him with opportunities, great opportunities, and how bad could it be if he lost anyway. The contract with the children of heaven had been this: Lucy the witch was the key to the contract. In the plans of Destiny for the future realms, one key Angel, the dread Saruviel, would have to be dealt with in a particular way. And on the day in which Lucy chose the fate for Saruviel, that fate would determine Samael’s own fate. And Samael, honestly, felt he could not lose. For if Lucy chose to vanquish Saruviel, Samael would win. And if Lucy chose to succumb to Saruviel and the darkness, again Samael would win. But there was one choice the children of heaven had said that, if Lucy made this choice, this strange and mysterious choice, then Samael would serve the children of heaven instead for the one billion years in repentance and servitude. Hell, he had to take the risk, and so he did. And looking forward to the newly anticipated ‘Realm of Infinity’ Samael, the Devil, the child of heaven, made his plans.

Epilogue

At Home God sat out in a field, staring at the neverending aurora display at the edge of Home. It never ceased to fascinate him, the eternal display he had set up. God thought, then, of Samael. He thought on this particular child of his and grinned slightly. Samael would certainly have his say. And, inevitably, Destiny would lead them onwards. The Author would chronicle out the events as best he could until, on that fateful day, the witch herself would choose. And then new life beckoned for all the children of destiny.

THE END

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Metatron’s Gambit

2,300 HY

Life for Metatron, firstborn son of God, had its ups and its downs but, for the most part, he was generally satisfied with his lot in life. He lived in Home, the very first of the created Realms, of which there were now 3: Home, Heaven and the Realm of Infinity. From what God had shared with him he knew of a Realm to be created coming up in the future known as the Realm of Eternity. And after that, over the aeons, a significant number more from what God had said. But for now he resided in home happily living out his life.

Metatron played Chess, often engaged with bouts with the theophany of God and his younger brother and sister, Logos and Memra. He liked Chess, in fact a great deal, and was currently engaged in a game with God. God had shared with him this truth – in his theophanic form he had limitations – particular limitations, which were suitable for such a form. And while Metatron, after over 1,000 games of chess with God had never beaten him, God had told him he was capable of doing as such. And so, currently sitting out in the fields surrounding home, gazing out at the neverending aurora which surrounded the realm, Metatron considered something. A gambit. A gamble. A risky move, something he had not really tried before, to try and finally claim victory over his eternal father. And it was a gambit which involved a new idea he had come up with: Sacrifice.

The sacrifice gambit in Metatron’s thinking was this: instead of making the most obvious moves in strength, put forth a subtle move for a piece which he knew could be taken without risk to, in the hypothesis, make it easier in later moves to take a more powerful piece. This idea – sacrifice – seemed to him a new development in the game. Looking at his father as he played he often felt that God was still going easy on him. But God never really seemed to play with this type of move in mind, usually playing a similar, but slightly different, gameplan to himself. Perhaps this idea, perhaps this new idea, would work. Perhaps it would be the very thing which would give him his first victory over his eternal father.

* * * * *

Logos took the cookies out of the oven, an oven mitt on his hands handling the hot tray, as God and Memra, hearing the oven buzzer, came into the room. Metatron soon joined them. He carefully used the tongs to put the cookies onto a plate and put them in the middle of the table. God was about to grab one when Logos rebuked him saying, ‘wait for your milk.’ But God was hungry and snatched one anyway and started nibbling. Memra looked at God’s substantial belly and smiled.
‘Your starting to put on weight, father. You really should watch what you eat.’
‘I guess,’ replied the theophany of God.
Logos placed four glasses of milk and the jug on the table, and God prayed to his eternal spirit thanks, and they started munching.

After eating his fourth cookie God looked at Metatron. ‘Have you considered your next move? You are getting better you know.’
Metatron looked at him cautiously and said, ‘Mmm. Perhaps father. You’ll see.’
God eyed him cautiously and went back to his cookie. ‘Well it had better be a good move son,’ he responded. ‘I think I almost have you again.’
‘So you say,’ responded Metatron, being as cautious not to brag as possible.
Logos and Memra looked at the two of them and Logos said, ‘He’ll beat you eventually, father. He does persevere.’
‘Perhaps. But we’ll see.’
‘Indeed we will,’ said Memra, and took another sip of milk.

* * * * *

17 moves had passed, and the Gambit was about to show its fruit. God looked stuck and finally caved and moved the piece in the only way he could, Metatron instantly taking the exposed rook with his bishop. God looked at him and slowly a grin came to his face. ‘Well, son. I think you have finally done it.’ And Metatron beamed.

2 days later, Metatron having claimed victory, went to the chalkboard scoreboard out on the side of the house. God was still keeping score and on his half he still managed to fit in all his strokes of victory. God had followed him outside and Logos and Memra were just behind him. As Metatron picked up the chalk Logos started going ‘Da darr. Da darr. Da darr,’ and in triumph Metatron put his first chalk stroke up on the board. Logos looked at him and said, ‘Well done Metty.’ God just grinned, looked at the chalkboard, and gave Metatron a formal bow. ‘It seems you have bested me for once. But beware my wrath, dear Metatron.’ And Metatron smiled. Yes, indeed, Metatron’s Gambit had proved successful, and for that he was immensely happy and relieved. Most relieved indeed.


THE END

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“Metatron and Logos – War of the Worlds”

Metatron was out in the fields, gazing at the neverending aurora, feeding the chickens. And looking at the chickens an idea suddenly came to him. A most amusing idea. ‘Let’s have a war. The war to end all wars,’ he thought to himself. ‘The War of the Worlds.’

Logos was out the back, shovelling hay in the barn, just for the heck of it, and looked at the cows. And looking at the cows an idea suddenly came to him. A most amusing idea. ‘Let’s have a war. The war to end all wars,’ he thought to himself. ‘The War of the Worlds.’

Inside Memra was suddenly overcome. ‘Good grief,’ she said to herself, suddenly gaining a portent for what was coming. ‘Home will never be the same again.’ And looking over at God who was sipping on a can of Coke, he just smiled a little smile and said nothing.

* * *

He had spent all afternoon in his workshop, going down three sublevels to find the necessary resources, which just seemed to magically appear. But that was the way it was at home. Things tended to magically appear. Now, driving his little lorry out of the workshop, towing 25 tips full of weapons, he made his way to the chickens out the front of home. Getting off the lorry he whistled sharply and yelled. ‘Alright chickens. Attention. Come forward, two by two, and receive your weapons.’ And, in obedience, the chickens gradually came forwards and Metatron started handing out the mini bazookas to each of the chickens. They would attack at twilight, and they would take no prisoners.

* * *

Logos looked at the flame throwers he had prepared. Yes, they should do perfectly. He filled the lorries gradually and, as the afternoon passed, drove the lorry out to the cows in the field and prepared them for battle. The carnage was expected to be great indeed.

* * *

First Commander Clucketty Cluck looked through the binoculars at the enemy. He turned to Metatron and went ‘Bok.’
‘Bok?’ inquired Metatron.
‘Bok,’ responded Clucketty Cluck. Metatron turned to Second Commander Brightfeather, who had a feather protruding from his head. ‘And your analysis?’ asked Metatron.
‘Bokitty Bok,’ responded Brightfeather.
‘That bad, huh?’ said Metatron, and returned his gaze forwards.


General Moo looked through the spyhole and turned to Logos. ‘Moooooooo.’
‘That bad huh?’ General Moo nodded. ‘Well, it’s now or never.’

* * *

The chickens attacked on the left flank initially, and casualties were high on both sides. Feathers and fur flew everywhere, but both sides were determined to gain the upper hand, so no quarter was given. Metatron decided on a surprise attack. He had cheated a little and arranged for some extra forces. And yelling ‘Attack’ the Turkeys sped right ahead, armed with crossbows, taking out as many cows as they possibly could. But Logos was ready for such tactics. He pressed a button on his remote and a loud noise started coming from the barn. Suddenly a giant tank appeared, a cow’s head popping out through the top, and it blew bombs at the attacking turkeys. Feathers and turkeys flew everywhere.

Metatron looked concerned. Logos had the numbers. Time, perhaps, for a tactical retreat. He gathered his remaining forces and headed inside the House, out to the safe back yard. Logos stood in front of the House, motioned for his bravest cows to follow him, and they entered, passing through the dining room were Memra and God were looking at the grandfather clock, engaged in some sort of conversation, and soon came to the back yard.

‘They should be right back,’ said God to Memra.
True to God’s word Logos suddenly ran through the dining room, his cows following him quickly. Suddenly Metatron appeared holding, of all things, a large bomb with ‘1000 Metatron Bomb’ written on it. Things looked dire.

* * *

It was the final showdown. God was on the swinging couch on the porch, Memra seated next to him. Metatron was facing down Logos, looking very menacing with his ‘1000 Metatron Bomb’. Logos said, ‘Go on. Explode it. I DARE you.’
‘Don’t tempt me. I will, I tell you. I will.’
‘I DARE you. I Double DARE you. To hell with it. I Triple DARE you.’
‘As you wish,’ and he pressed the detonation button.

* * *

A mushroom cloud was an original event for Home, but when the buildings were, by the grace of God, left standing, the mess of dead cow and chicken and turkey all over the landscape was truly a sight to behold. Metatron’s hair was all singed and he had black ashes on his face, as did Logos. Logos looked at him, grinned a little, and walked over. ‘We’ll call that a draw, shall we?’
‘As long as you cook the chicken.’
‘Okely Dokely.’


An hour later they were in the dining room, feasting on fried chicken and steak and some of God’s reserves of Coca Cola, when Memra posed this interesting dilemma. ‘If that was the War of the Worlds, how can we possibly top that?’
Logos looked at Metatron, who looked back in return. And then God said ‘I’m sure they’ll think of something,’ and everyone laughed.
The End

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“The Fate of Destiny”

1999 HY

Destiny was immersed in study in the library of heaven, oblivious to all, concentrating deeply on the Torah of Heaven. God had written the Torah in eternity and it had been one of the first things the children of God had learned upon their birth into the Realm of Heaven. It contained 70 divine lessons, one corresponding to each of the children of God, and was studied often by God’s children. But today Destiny, known by her personal name of Eve, twin to the firstborn Adam, was concentrating on 5 particular lessons within the Torah of heaven. They were lessons or teaching which she had now come to label as a particular type of lesson – a lesson she called ‘Prophetic Poetry’. These lessons were written in fanciful language and had long been difficult to understand amongst the children of God but, in recent years, Eve had started to speculate on what they might be all about. The 5 lessons were the lessons of her sister Adah, known by her role as Fate, Seth’s twin; Isaiah whose role was the prophet as well as another lesson from his own twin Zelophadel who was known as the Oracle; John, twin to Joanne, whose role was the Seer of Visions and, finally, the lesson for Eve herself. Looking at these lessons now and understanding the particular roles which all the Children of God had seemingly instinctively chosen she could not help but see the hand of her eternal father in the whole affair. He must have known all along – he must have.

For a while now she had been concentrating on trying to understand her own lesson, but it seemed complex. It read;


TORAH S1:P2 “In the world of the living, in the world of the dead, In heaven eternal, in Hades dark dread, the children of destiny, the children of fate, their eternal decision for them does await. Perhaps they’ll chose wisely, perhaps they’ll chose dark, in there purest true soul, in their deepest black heart, the children of life, the children of love, will their fates destiny be below or above.
A dangerous road awaits them beyond, the realm of the darkness, the realm of the wrong, for beyond all the evil of darkness pure might lies a hideous fate beyond all goodness and light. Yet what will they chose, the brave and the strong, is it already decided? Is it already Done? For the children of destiny, the children of fate, in their darkness of life their end they’ll create.
Many decisions await our brave souls, on the journey before them before all is told, the dragon triumphant, the angels despaired, and it seems at those times that no one does care. For the fate of their destiny, the end of their road, is to confront the evil that’s never been told, and the brave and the true will triumph that day, for the song of their life will have its final say.
The dragon defeated, new life it begins, beyond the temptation, beyond the dark sin, new life it awaits, new hope in their hearts, the lessons now learnt they knew from the start.”


Honestly, it perplexed her. She was destiny and she knew nothing of this. But sitting there in the library amidst the rows of books the spirit of the eternal came upon her and said three words, one after another. ‘PLAN. LEAD. CHOOSE.’

Sitting up instantly, thinking on those words, it was as if Eve, the Destiny of Life, suddenly understood her chosen role. Almost now instinctively. She was to plan out the fate of the children of Heaven, and then she was with the powers given her to lead them on through that fate. But then the final part, the part which she only was beginning to understand. A choice was to be made. One day a terrible and dreadful choice, and she herself was part of the choice.

And sitting there she thought to herself, ‘Just what would be the fate of Destiny of the children of Heaven? Just what indeed?’


THE END

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“Deborah the Dinosaur”

2005 HY
1005 ROH

She was upset. Most upset. Samael had yet again drawn another picture of a great green lizard like creature and called it Deborah the Dinosaur. But the most embarrassing thing this time was that he had given it an extra large belly, larger than usual. Deborah knew she was fat. Oh how did she know she was fat, the subject of over a 1000 years of laments. Of course, she had tried diets, and for a few months here and there she seemed to be slimming down only to get the urges to eat more food again and go back to her substantial figure. And because of this she cried at night, cried her eyes out, wishing she could be thin like the rest of them and be a good friend for her twin, Matthew the Artist. But Deborah was fat and such it seemed was her fate in life.

She was sitting at the table of the kitchen of heaven, eating ice cream of all things. That wouldn’t help her weight, she sarcastically thought to herself. But she loved her ice cream and ate it whenever God finally supplied a new batch, which she felt he didn’t do often enough. You see, God supplied all the various food and clothing items and other things which the children of Heaven relied upon for their daily sustenance. Each morning they would find out in front of the main keep the stone table laden with all the new foods for the day and various other items. They made their requests known by going to the throneroom of heaven and speaking to him, to which he rarely replied, but without fail they got what they asked for, most often the next day.

Deborah, being Deborah the Dinosaur, often asked for ice cream but this only turned up far less than she desired, usually a couple of tubs ever few weeks. The other children often complained that Deborah ate all of it before she could get a look in, but she loved her ice cream. ‘Probably why I am so fat,’ she sarcastically thought to herself. Her oldest sister, Eve, who seemed like something of a mother figure to most of the children of heaven, encouraged her all the time to try and eat a better diet. And while at times she faithfully put into practice that advice, her inspiration was usually only short lived. It seemed no matter how hard she prayed or how hard she tried to lose her substantial girth she simply was never able.

Looking at the bowl of ice cream she suddenly got the urge to put some chocolate syrup on it. She got up from her seat, went to the cupboard, and grabbed the syrup jar, but it was empty. She continued to look and managed to find some caramel syrup still left, so she would use that instead. Sitting there, eating away, she was happy enough for the moment. She had her yummy ice cream which seemed to make her weight worth it some how, but she knew she would continue to pay the price of Samael’s mockery and her own sense of humiliation.

* * * * *

Matthew looked at the latest painting that Samael had painted of his twin sister Deborah. It was less than flattering, as usual for Samael, and Matthew sighed because of it. He felt sorry for his sister, deeply sorry. For so long she had complained to him of her weight problem and he had always given her a sympathetic ear. He had encouraged her, often, like Eve had, but to no great avail in the end. And she suffered because of it. But looking at the picture, knowing how bad Deborah must be feeling, a spirit of love came upon him and he decided enough was enough. It was about time they did something significant for their suffering sister. Something truly significant to show her they really did care. And Matthew had just the idea that might, hopefully, by God’s grace, work.

* * * * *

She noticed it late afternoon and finally, her curiousity aroused, she went to Tammy to ask her why all the children of Heaven had been taking turns in the throne room. Tammy looked at her, smiled, but all she would say is that it was a divine mystery which Deborah would understand one day. And so she simply took her at her word.



It was about 5 months later, 5 difficult but rewarding months, in which Deborah was looking at her figure on the mirror in her room. She couldn’t believe it. She really couldn’t believe it. She was half her size. Still not quite thin, but getting there. It had happened to her one night about 4 and a half months ago. She dreamed a dream and then, right near the end, the spirit of God had said to her, ‘JUST BE SENSIBLE’, and somehow she knew what he had meant. Straight away she dedicated herself to no longer attempt to give up the foods she liked to lose weight, but instead eat a more moderate diet. A more balanced diet and to try and resist the cravings for the very junky foods. And having committed to this idea, seeing it work and for once finding within herself the ability to persevere with this new method, she started losing the weight. And now, 4 and a half months later, she could barely believe what she was seeing. It was like a whole new person, a completely different Deborah, and she was so proud because of it.

She had asked God for some new dresses and that night, wearing a lovely red dress which showed a curvy but attractive figure, all that the male children of God would say at dinner was ‘Wow.’

She smiled that whole week did Deborah the Dinosaur and when she finally confronted Samael she teased him, saying, ‘I’m a big scary dinosaur Sammy. Beware I might eat you.’ And Samael the Devil chuckled in the only way he could.


THE END

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“John – Seer of Visions”

John looked at the clock. ‘Time is ticking’ said Samael opposite him.
‘Yes, I know.’ Finally, out of frustration, he moved the piece – e2 to e4. Samael contemplated the opening move.
‘17,000 years, Johnny boy. It took you 17,000 years to make that move – your OPENING move.’
‘Your point?’ responded the Seer of Visions.
Sammy thought it over and over and over and over, finally responding.
‘Well it’s about bloody time.’

The End


“The Children of Heaven”

Plots and counter-plots. Plans and glories – fates and destinies – joys and wars and trouble and strife and happinesses and encounters – and all sorts of things.

The Children of Heaven were the dear children of God, and the future for them was glorious. They would live forever – forever and ever – and God delighted in them, and found peace in them, and found consolation in them. And he loved them.

There were 7 heavens – and perhaps even more one day – for the purposes of God were indeed eternal.

And in these 7 heavens God would find the life of his heart brought to life.

And he would rest in that life, and find meaning and satisfaction in that life. And find completion in that life.

Yet the Infinite realm beckoned. And beyond that the eternal. And even more afterwards.

And so God planned, as he had long done, and the future beckoned, and the future awaited.

The End