Judgement Day
Noahide Books
Children of Destiny
Volume Ten
‘Judgement Day’
by
Daniel Thomas Andrew Daly
http://noahidebooks.angelfire.com
© 2009
Stories
1. The Oraphim Sandalphon - The Heart of Leopold Bradlock
2. The Ketravim’s - Jonathon & Lucinda
3. Lucy Smith - Choices of the Heart
4. Judgement Day
The Oraphim Sandalphon
“The Heart of Leopold Bradlock”
Chapter One
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‘Leopold Bradlock. Do you really love me Leopold Bradlock?’ ‘Look,
Jane. I didn’t traipse half way around the world to see you for
nothing. Of course I love you. But the question is do you love me?
I still remember, you know. The way you look at my father when mother
is not around. I still think you have something for him.’ Jane
Talbourne turned away, too embarrassed to say anything. Eventually
she turned to look at Leo. ‘Well, what have you been doing in New
Zealand then? Making a good living I hope.’ Leo smiled. That was
just like Jane – to change the subject when pushed. But he would let
it go. ‘Yeh, dad and I are in business together now. We own a chain
of 3 comic stores in Auckland, Wellington and Christchurch. The
Dragon’s lair comics and collectables. Doing bloody good business as
well.’ ‘Comics? Why comics? That doesn’t sound like Callodyn.’
‘No, not really. Me neither. He went to a comic convention and saw
the kinds of prices they can go for after only a few years if it is a
key issue. He started collecting them for a few years and began
reading the various magazines on the subject. And business is now
doing well. Big opportunities if you know the right price to sell the
product at and if you know your key target audience.’ Jane nodded.
At least they were doing well financially by the looks of it. ‘So why
have you chased me down, Leo. Seriously, I want to know.’ ‘Brax
asked me to. Told me you were connected to the family, now, and
wanted you taken care of.’ Jane looked at him, slightly puzzled.
‘Brax?’ Leo looked at her, and decided to share something of his
recent adventures. ‘Brax works for Alexander Darvanius and his son
Alexander Darvanius II. I think he is Alexander I’s son in some sort
of way. Illegitimate I think.’ ‘Alexander Darvanius!’ exclaimed
Jane. ‘You can not be serious. Do you know just how many shady
connections there are to that name? I have been researching him for
ages now and he is trying to rule the world as far as I am
concerned.’ ‘Believe me, Jane, they know all about you and your
research. It doesn’t bother them. They say you misunderstand the
family and its intentions. Quite honorable they maintain.’ ‘Well I
know people who would say otherwise, Leo. Who would definitely say
otherwise.’ ‘And who are they?’ asked Leo. Jane thought about that
and decided to share what she knew. ‘James. James Castleton and a
friend of his, June Middlesworth. They were involved in a number of
situations with the Darvanius clan and James nearly died once because
of it. They watched James for years before leaving him alone.’
‘Well, I don’t really know what that is all about, Jane. But they
have been nothing but friendly to our family. Look, yeah, I know. At
first they just watched us and we were worried a lot. That might be
what James was going through. But they started talking to us and
sharing a little of their vision for the future with us. I think if
this James fellow got to know them a little bit better he would have
less concerns. I mean they have helped us out a lot. Brax gave
father a cheque for $500,000 New Zealand dollars – simply a gift from
the Darvanius foundation to family.’ ‘And exactly how are they
family?’ ‘Dad is a Bradlock. There are strong connections with a
John Bradlock and his son Damien Bradlock. Alexander II knows them
well. They are part of the Alpha Gamma Delta corporation.’ ‘Oh. So
Callodyn is related to this John Bradlock, is he?’ ‘Something like
that. I was not told the official story, but they are apparently
family in some way.’ Jane took in this information. It somewhat
allayed her fears about Alexander Darvanius and his son. Perhaps they
were just misunderstood. But she still had suspicions.
They chatted on that afternoon sitting in a Crossden café near the
social security office. Later they took a walk through Crossden
visiting the old neighbourhood and they came back to the Talbourne
family home were Jane lived again. Leo enjoyed catching up with David
and Samantha and the four of them chatted about old times. Jane asked
Leo if he wanted to stay the night, to which he agreed, declaring that
he was in town for a few weeks anyway. Primarily to catch up with
Jane for he had things he wanted to discuss with her. Personal
things.
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They walked along the edge of the oval, watching the juniors play a
traditional game of cricket, Leo taking minor interest. ‘So really,
nothing serious, huh?’ ‘Not really, Leo. No major boyfriends. A few
flirts, a tiny bit of romance, but nothing to write home about, if you
know what I mean.’ ‘That is basically my story as well.’ ‘So is that
it, then? You have finally come home to claim your girl?’ Leo looked
at her, smiled a little and put up his hand to brush a curl of her
hair from her face. ‘Why else, Jane? Why else? Unless you are in
love with my father, that is?’ Jane grabbed his hand and, deciding
not to answer, caused them to both sit down and turned his hand over.
‘Let me tell you your fortune,’ she said smiling. They both looked
down at his hand.
‘Your life line says you will live for millions of years. Millions
and millions of years.’ He smiled. She was being very kind. ‘And
children. My God, more than King David.’ ‘Really, Jane. And just
how many.’ ‘Too many, believe me.’ ‘And does the hand say anything
about the mother of all those children?’ Jane looked at him, still
holding his hand. ‘Just that she is beautiful, Leo. Beautiful and
that she loves you.’ Leo nodded. He hoped so. ‘Well, how rich will
I be?’ Jane giggled and returned her focus to the hand. ‘Oh, wealthy
beyond your wildest imagination.’ ‘Oh, I can imagine a lot,’ replied
Leopold. ‘Well wealthier beyond even that,’ smirked Jane. ‘Let’s
hope so,’ responded Leo.
The continued carousing most of that afternoon and around 4 found
themselves in the café again, Leo reflecting on some of his recent
history. ‘Well, we started slow in New Zealand. Mum gained work as a
receptionist and Dad worked as a fisherman for some time. Bloody hard
work he always tells me. We started in Christchurch, but later moved
to Auckland were we still are. And now we have the comic business and
are making a small fortune every year. A big eBay business as well.’
Jane nodded. ‘And how did the Darvanius family come into it?’ ‘Well,
dad noticed Brax watching him every now and then in Christchurch. And
then when we moved to Auckland he followed us. Dad was nervous often,
but eventually Brax disclosed his reasons for following us.’ ‘And
those reasons were?’ inquired Jane. ‘Like I told you. Family
connections. Apparently John Bradlock is from Hull were dad comes
from. I think John actually might be my grandfather, but dad doesn’t
confirm that. Damien Bradlock is definitely John’s son, so I guess
dad and Damien are probably brothers. That seems to be the
connection.’ ‘And how does the Darvanius family come into this?’
‘Very old family ties between the Bradlock’s and the Darvanius. They
go back in centuries together in business. From what Brax has subtley
alluded to, both families are members of the Illuminati.’ Jane
nodded. ‘I could have told you that about the Darvanius family. A
suspicion of mine for quite some time.’ Leo nodded. ‘So you have
studied Alexander huh? Anything I should know?’ ‘Just to be careful
about them. Very careful. I have fears – biblical fears – about that
family.’ Leo looked at her, slightly puzzled. ‘Your not religious
are you, Jane. I don’t recall that being much of an issue to you.’
‘Oh, you know. Things change.’ ‘And how exactly does the Darvanius
family figure into that?’ Jane looked at him but thought better about
answering. Perhaps there were things best not shared. Best not
shared until absolutely necessary. She stood and motioned to him they
were leaving. She purchased a soft drink and as they started walking
back to her house Jane decided to speak. ‘Leo. Do you believe in
God?’ Leo looked at her strangely for a few moments, and turned
away. ‘No. I mean, well yes, I guess. I suppose there is a higher
power. But I don’t have any faith in it. Not part of my life. Why
do you ask?’ ‘Well I do, now, Leo. A great deal. And I believe in
the Bible as well, especially the prophetical sections.’ Leo nodded,
not really interested in a religious discussion, but putting up with
it for Jane’s sake.’ So what has that got to do with the Darvanius
family?’ Jane looked at him and turned her head away. ‘Well that is
the question, isn’t it Leopold Bradlock.’ Leo gave her a funny look,
but just walked on.
Chapter Three
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Jane looked at the cheque in her hand. It was for ₤100,000. ‘100,000
pounds! Exclaimed Jane. You can not be serious. And this is a gift?
From Brax?’ ‘From the Darvanius family, actually. They know you have
been close to Callodyn and myself – best friends in a sense – and they
want you to be taken care of. Apparently, if you are ever in real
need, you should let them know and they will help you out.’ Jane
looked at Leo. She was suspicious – very suspicious. But the sheer
weight of a cheque for 100,000 British pounds really did have
persuasive power. And now she was caught in two minds. Certainly,
she had all sorts of convictions about the Darvanius family. But what
proof did she ultimately have? And with a cheque for 100,000 British
pounds tempting her, it was very difficult for her to now say no to
the family. She stared at the cheque, undecided. And then a little
voice in the back of her mind said this. ‘Do not worry about it.
Their family loves you.’ And so Jane, despite thinking she should
perhaps no better, folded the cheque in half and put it in her
handbag.
Trying her best that afternoon as they cruised around Crossden, taking
in the sights, Jane could not help but thinking what she could spend
the money on. And later on that night, looking at the cheque, she
reflected on one basic thing. She was still a kid at heart and a big
cheque made anyone smile.
The following day, Monday, Jane was due for school in her teaching
position, but rang up telling the school she would be sick for the
week and to call the fill in teacher. The secretary wished her to get
well soon and Leopold suggested they travel down to London for a
week. ‘Oh, can we go and see Lucy in ‘The Phantom of the Opera’. She
is in the starring role. She is doing so well for herself now. So
well.’ Lucy Bridges was an old friend of Callodyn’s and Rachel’s who
had now found success as an actress on the London stage. She had
starred in a number of British movies, not yet tempted to try her luck
in Hollywood. She visited Jane from time to time in Crossden and Jane
thought it the perfect opportunity to visit her friend in London with
Leo tagging along. Leo agreed to the idea and after renting a car
they began the trip down to London.
As they drove from Crossden, heading east to England and then along
the highway down to London, Jane looked out over the countryside.
Green, ever green seemingly, was England, just like Wales. As a
nation they were blessed with abundant rainfall and always lived an
idyllic lifestyle. But it was a colder nation, compared to Australia
from what Rachel had once told her, but it was all Jane had really
ever known.
As they drove down Jane thought she might cash the cheque with her
bank when she got to London. It was a blank cheque and wouldn’t take
too long to clear. Thinking over all the wonderful stores in the high
end of London she wondered just what she would buy herself.
They stopped just north of London, having drove most of the day, and
had a late lunch in a lovely English Inn. Jane enjoyed the steak and
kidney pie and Leo was enjoying his warm beer. He had a little too
much to drink that afternoon and Jane suggested they stay in the town
for the night, to which Leo agreed. She went off for a walk in the
town after they had settled into the inn which had accommodation, and
Jane found herself standing in front of her bank. She took the cheque
out of her hand and sat down on a bench in front of the bank, just
looking at it. She had convictions. Many convictions. So much of
her was telling her simply to cash the cheque and not worry about it.
But part of her was asking her this, ‘Do you want to be a hypocrite?
Taking money from the Darvanius family to buy you off? You know what
they stand for?’ But despite thinking in the end that she should know
better, eventually walked into the bank and deposited the cheque. She
could be wrong about the Darvanius family in the end, couldn’t she?
And that money looked awfully attractive.
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‘So how long have you and Tommy been married?’ Jane asked Lucy.
‘About 2 years now. Oh, we were girlfriend and boyfriend on and off
for years, but I eventually came to London and the relationship
disappeared somewhat. But he tracked me down three years ago and
after dating we married. So I am Mrs Anderson now, and ever so happy
to be.’ Jane thought on Lucy’s tale. Lucy had married her first
boyfriend, the one who had taken her virginally. She thought on her
own virginity and the hope she once had that Leopold would be the
first to take it. Perhaps, even now, with Leopold in her very
presence, such a thing might soon become a reality. Although Leo had
made no moves on her she could not help but notice his stare from time
to time. Perhaps, even sooner than expected, he might be the one.
‘Well, you were excellent tonight Lucy.’ ‘Thanks Leo. I am glad you
two came. We have been having sell-out performances for a while now,
but there are always a few tickets left for the people to show up on
the night.’ ‘If the price is right,’ commented Leo sarcastically.
‘No, they don’t come cheap,’ admitted Lucy.
Lucy invited them to a late supper with some of the cast at a nearby
all-night café they regularly frequented. All that evening Jane and
Leo learned much of the life of Lucy Bridges especially the most
surprising news of all. Lucy had actually worked for the Darvanius
family in New York a number of years previously. She then disclosed
very personal details about her relationship with Alexander Darvanius
II. Taking in the news Jane was not really surprised. ‘He is a
lion,’ said Lucy. ‘Alexander is a young Lion, ready to devour all who
would oppose him. He thinks of himself as the true King of this human
jungle, ready to kill all adversaries. And believe me, when he is
dressed in black and when those eyes look at you, you feel his power.
As if he is born beyond human men in some way.’ Jane nodded, taking
all of that information in. It sounded like the Alexander Darvanius
her and June had talked about. The one she expected to one day rule
the world. ‘Oh, yes,’ continued Lucy. ‘He thinks he will rule the
world one day. Absolutely convinced of it.’ Jane nodded. What a
thing to just say, she thought to herself.
Later on Leo and Jane had found a hotel near the theatre and were in
separate beds in a two bed bedroom. Leo came out of the bathroom,
pyjama pants on, but no top on. He was half naked, his chest muscles
rippling in front of her. She looked on anxiously and noted how Leo
looked a little somewhat like his father. But only a little. They
were generally quite different in most respects. But she couldn’t
help but think of Callodyn as she was staring at his son, her once
best friend.
Leo looked at her, noticing how she was looking at him. And it dawned
on him to ask the question. ‘Jane. Well, you know. Jane.’ ‘What?’
she asked nervously. He came down and sat next to her on her bed. He
took her hand and spoke softly to her. ‘You know I love you, Jane. I
will always love you. Always.’ Jane looked downwards. Somehow she
knew that in all eternity before her that statement had always and
would always remain true. He continued. ‘If you want romance
tonight. If you want some of the pleasure of the flesh, well, I am
happy to oblige. I guess it is the real reason I came to see you.
Apart from delivering the cheque I wanted to know if something might
happen between us. Oh, there have been girls in New Zealand. But
nothing serious. Nothing serious yet. But you are still important to
me. And I guess if there is any girl in the Heart of Leopold
Bradlock, it is probably yourself Jane Talbourne.’ Jane nodded. She
appreciated his words and looking at him and realizing that perhaps no
other should take her in the way she desired, she nodded to him. She
watched him undress and when he stood before her naked, she looked at
his manhood. She beckoned him towards her and, slowly, and
passionately, she gave herself to the one who had claimed her like no
other.
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Leo looked at the news. ‘Another announcement from that Taheb
figure,’ he commented to Jane. ‘He is starting to become very
popular.’ Jane nodded. ‘Some think he is a messianic figure.
Supposedly the first messianic redeemer as he represents the Torah of
the Samaritan community,’ she replied. ‘First messianic redeemer?
You mean there are others?’ ‘From some certain theological
perspectives. Next comes the traditional Jewish view on the messiah.
The ‘David’ figure that Judah hopes for?’ ‘Judah?’ queried Leo. ‘Ok,
the Torah is the first five books of the bible. The Samaritans hold
to the torah alone and the Taheb represents the Samaritan community
and the Samaritans, according to their doctrine, represent the
northern kingdom of Israel. Thus he represents the first messianic
redeemer at the end of days.’ Leo nodded, understanding seemingly
apparent. ‘Next comes the southern kingdom of Judah’s
representative. The traditional Jewish Messiah, David. David speaks
for the Samaritan community first and foremost, acknowledging the
importance and the pre-eminence of the Torah. But then he goes on to
talk of the importance of the remainder of the Jewish Bible, known as
the Tenakh. It is from the remainder of the Tenakh that the Judahic
messiah, son of David, comes forth.’ ‘And what about Jesus?’ asked
Leo, curiousity aroused. ‘Jews reject Jesus,’ said Jane, ‘and
consistently maintain no biblical basis for his ministry. ‘And the
response,’ asked Leo. ‘Well, my position is that Jesus Christ
represents reality. Truth and reality. Jesus went forth and did the
actual hard work of winning the gentile nations to God’s kingdom. In
the practical sense he did the real work. So I believe, personally,
revelation will be fulfilled in the figure of Jesus. Don’t get me
wrong. Israel has always by and large objected to Christian faith,
and I 100% agree with them on their valid points of objection. But
Jesus will be Christ in the end, in a way not expected of by Israel.’
‘So he is the third messiah, is he?’ asked Leo, taking an interest.
‘Sort of, yes. I guess so. But why do you ask, Leo? What interests
you in this? I thought you were spectacularly uninterested in this
sort of thing?’ Leo considered that before responding. ‘Well, uh.
Not really uninterested. It just had never really mattered much
before. But what you are talking about sounds really interesting. I
mean, I guess I believe in God. But religion had never meant much.
But these ‘Messiah’ beliefs, now that we have a ‘Taheb’ figure
prancing about… Well it sounds interesting. Something to try and
understand.’ Jane nodded. This was actually quite good, she thought
to herself. She enjoyed sharing the gospel as it gave meaning to her
life. Now, for Leo to take an interest. Well it seemed as if all her
studies might now actually mean something.
‘I actually have a lot that I could say about all of this, Leo. That
is, if you are interested.’ He nodded. ‘Yes, very. Not right at
this moment, mind you. But yeah. I want to learn more.’ Jane nodded,
quite happy.
Later on that day as they toured around inner London, visiting the
London Bridge, Jane was quietly buzzing. She felt in some ways like a
woman now. It had gone from her now and she had joined an important
club. Now, silently, she was hoping that Leopold would make an honest
woman of her. That seemed to be the next logical step.
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‘Hey, Jane. Look at this map. It shows the three divisions of
ancient Palestine in the time of Jesus. Three divisions, exactly as
you said about three messiah. Judea in the south, Samaria in the
centre and Galilee in the north.’ Jane looked at the map and nodded
to him. ‘So let me get this right. The Taheb is the messianic figure
which represents Samaria. The Samaritan people.’ ‘Yes,’ said Jane.
‘He is the one they have long expected. ‘And for Judah,’ continued
Leo, ‘they have long expected a ‘David’ figure.’ ‘That they have,
Leo. It is why they never accepted Jesus as the Christ.’ ‘But isn’t
Jesus from Galilee.’ Jane looked at him, smiling. ‘In fact, Leo.
The Jesus seminar consistently teaches that Jesus was probably born in
Nazareth and not in Bethlehem. Historical Jesus studies conclude
that.’ ‘Which means, then, he is the Christ of Galilee. The ruler
over the third northern-most division of Palestine.’ Jane smiled. It
was exactly the theology she had concluded herself. ‘Yes, that he is
Leopold. The third messiah in a sense. I mean, there will never be
another Galilean as popular as Jesus. That is for certain. He is the
ruler for Galilee. I have no doubts on that.’ Leo nodded, continuing
to stare at the map in the New Testament Bible he had purchased that
morning.
That afternoon they began their drive back to Crossden. Jane noticed
that all throughout the trip Leo was reading through the Bible he had
brought, fascinated by its teaching seemingly. ‘Didn’t Callodyn teach
you scripture going up?’ she asked him innocently. He once shared
with me that he read the Torah a lot. ‘Uh, yeh,’ responded Leo. ‘I
know dad read it a lot, but not much around us. And he never tried to
raise me with any specific religious values. I think he wanted me to
find my own way on that issue.’ Oh, responded Jane, now
understanding. ‘Did you ever see him pray?’ ‘Once. Late at night
when Rebecca was unwell. I heard him pray to God the father to heal
her. And she got well a few days later.’ Jane smiled. It did seem
Callodyn was a man of faith, which made her glad.
Arriving back in Crossden Leo returned Jane to her house and said, ‘I
will be staying at the Red Boar for a few days. I want to read
through some more of this book, but I will drop around in the
morning. We can spend the rest of your time off just hanging
around.’ ‘That would be great,’ said Jane. Nervously she leant
forward and kissed him on the cheek. ‘I love you, Leo,’ she said,
hoping for a similar response. He looked at her, smiled and left.
She was a little disappointed but hoped perhaps next time he would say
what she wanted to hear.
That night she went through the family paper on the announcement of
the Taheb. He had announced that mankind had a special destiny in the
heart of God and that it was now time to turn to their heavenly father
in acts of charity and repentance. She felt he sounded like a papal
figure somewhat now, which is how he seemed to be currently
appreciated by many. She thought on his words spoken and felt them
laced with ancient wisdom. If he was indeed the first messianic
redeemer which June and James also talked of then he was destined to
live, apparently, 400 years. In that time he could certainly have a
great impact on mankind. Time would only tell.
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David was heartbroken. Completely and utterly heartbroken. His
beloved had chosen another. Robert Davies had won her, in the end,
and David Rothchild was a broken-hearted man. Currently he was in
Cardiff at an international Law convention relating to quarantine
law. David worked in the Legal section of the Australian Quarantine
and Inspection Service, as he had done for a number of years. Just
recently he had been on leave up in Sydney with Justine Atkinson. But
Justine had now chosen Robert and David was crushed. That afternoon,
thinking he could not stomach another seminar, he took the car he had
rented with his international drivers license and drove. He just
drove, northwards, not caring were he was going, but just wanting to
take this lost highway and escape to nowhere.
A few hours later he spied a sign of the town he was coming into.
‘Crossden.’ ‘This will do,’ he thought to himself. A good as place
as any to spend the night. He found a pub called ‘The Red Boar’ and
decided that looked as good a place as any to spend the night.
Standing in the shower, water rushing down on him, David sensed
something about this town. Someone lived here – someone important.
Someone he should have known in some way. He did not know why he felt
this feeling, but it was all around him, everywhere for a few
minutes. And then it diminished but he couldn’t help but think divine
things had touched him.
The following morning at the pub breakfast table he spied a man on his
table reading a Bible. He decided to say hello just for the sake of
it as he always enjoyed biblical conversations. ‘What are you reading
there, friend,’ he began. Leopold turned to him and, just then, it
seemed as if a golden halo was surrounding this person, but it quickly
disappeared. ‘Uh, just the bible mate. I have been reading it a lot
over the last day or so. Really interesting now.’ David nodded.
Perhaps God was in the process of making a new convert, he thought to
himself. Perhaps this was in fact why God had brought him to this
town, of all places.
‘My name is David. David Rothchild.’ Leo turned to him then, mildly
stunned. He knew the Rothchild name well now, for his mother Rachel
was of that family and he was half a Rothchild. ‘You have to be
kidding me. My mother Rachel is a Rothchild.’ David looked at him
just then, and suddenly made the connection of were the name
‘Crossden’ rang a bell from. ‘Rachel? Is she related to an Alexander
Rothchild?’ Leo looked at him. ‘I have an Uncle Alexander. My
grandfather Jonathon’s brother.’ David continued. ‘Did they have a
brother called Frederick, and was their father David?’ Leo nodded.
David smiled – this was his cousin. ‘I am David. Alexander is my
father. We live in Canberra.’ Leo nodded. ‘Yes, that is were
Alexander lives. I haven’t seen him since I was tiny, but I know he
lives in Canberra.’ ‘So we are sort of cousins, then. Second
cousins.’ ‘Small world, aint it,’ said Leo. David nodded at that
comment.
They chatted all that day and into the night, dropping around to Jane
and then visiting Leo’s grandmother Celia. ‘The rest of the clan are
up in Beltingham, but we will go and visit Uncle Jeremy tomorrow if
you can stay.’ David nodded. He was cheered up, somewhat now. He
had met close family. Family he had known about but had never really
had the opportunity to go and meet. And in the consolation of family
somehow the loss of Justine Atkinson was being smoothed away. At
least he felt somewhat better, and for that he was grateful.
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Jane, sitting with Leopold, was somewhat surprised. It was Friday.
Late yesterday David had left, Leo’s cousin, and Leo had been in a
cheerful mood. But it was something else. Something rather than just
meeting his cousin David. Leo had in some ways, changed. All the
time Jane had known Leopold Bradlock there had been an edge to him. A
dark edge. Certainly he was a positive and friendly person, as
Callodyn likewise was. But there was an edge to him. An edge of
darkness which sometimes occasionally had frightened her. But now,
sitting with Leo at the Red Boar eating breakfast, it seemed as if
that dark edge had disappeared. At least for the moment.
‘So why are you in such a good mood, Leopold Bradlock.’ Leo smiled at
the question as he was slowly devouring his breakfast of bacon, eggs
and fried tomatoes. ‘I can’t really say, Jane Talbourne. I can’t
really say. But it as if in the last few days a weight has been
removed from my shoulders. A weight I had never really known was
there, but which is somehow gone. And I feel new, again. Renewed
almost. Like someone has come along and hit my ‘refresh’ button.
‘Sprayed you with the toxin of life, huh?’ She asked, curious.
‘Something like that,’ responded Leo. Jane, taking a bite of a hash-
brown, staring at him, had her secret convictions into the change in
Leopold Bradlock. It had happened to her to, when she first got
involved in biblical things. It was if, after reading the bible,
connections were made. Divine connections. Almost as if God had
suddenly taken an interest in your life and was now in the process of
redeeming you. This, of course, was a traditional view. But it
seemed true enough to Jane Talbourne.
‘Well, what do you want to do today, Leopold? What shall we possibly
on earth get up to.’ Leopold smiled while he was looking at her,
formulating an answer. ‘Go were the wind takes us, I guess.’ She
smiled. It was a good answer.
They spent the day walking around Crossden, visiting childhood
haunts. That evening they were at his grandmothers ‘Celia’s’ for
dinner. She was getting on a bit now, but still retained an elusive
youthful essence. Celia had delighted in David’s visit, ever so
pleased to meet Alexander’s boy. She was now talking about possibly
visiting Canberra to see Alex, funds permitting. Leo told her he
would help out and Celia smiled.
That night, returning to the Red Boar, Jane subtley, in a womanly way,
inquired wether Leo would like company for the night. But he refused
her. ‘But tomorrow I would like to see you early. I have something
important to say to you, okay. I will be around at about 8. And I
will take you somewhere special.’ Jane nodded, anticipation high.
Returning home Jane thought, in the way many women often thought, that
this might be it. The big question. What would she say? But of
course, she would say yes. Really, there was nobody else suitable
enough. So if Leo finally asked the big question she would assent and
make her his wife.
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‘I think, perhaps, there are words you wanted to hear. And I do love
you, Jane. I do love you. And under the best of circumstances I
would have asked you to be my wife.’ Jane was smiling at Leo, sitting
at the old railroads they had often frequented as children. ‘But,’
she said. ‘There sounds like there is a ‘but’ in there somewhere.’
Leo nodded. ‘Yes, there is a but. I don’t know what it is. I really
don’t. But it is as if there is something saying to me, no Leo. It
wouldn’t be quite right. As if you are a friend, and even occasional
lover. But in terms of marriage, well, it is not meant to be.’ Jane
looked at him, and looked downwards. She was disappointed. Quite
disappointed. But if that was the heart of Leopold Bradlock, then so
be it. ‘Ok Leo. I can’t really claim to understand your wisdom, but
I will accept your choice. I guess it was never meant to be. Never
meant to be that personal.’ ‘That is sort of what I feel, Jane. That
it was never meant to be that personal. We are close friends, and
always will be. But it is as if there is someone else, someone closer
to you, that I shouldn’t interfere with. As if this person already
has a prior claim on you.’ ‘And who would that be, Leopold
Bradlock?’ ‘I don’t know Jane. But someone important, that is all I
can say.’
She cried a little that morning, walking back to her home with Leo
walking a little ahead to give her some privacy. He had broken her
heart somewhat. Of course she knew that she had a place in the heart
of Leopold Bradlock. But apparently that heart was holding out for
someone else. Maybe it was just an excuse he had, saying there was
another for herself. Perhaps it was just an excuse. But perhaps
there was another, as Leo had maintained. Someone she was destined to
meet one day, if she had not met him already.
Later that night, Leo having left for Cardiff and his flight home,
Jane sat in her front living room reading the bible. She had just
read Corinthians 13, the love chapter, and thought of God’s love for
her. Perhaps the father of Glory had someone special planned for
her. Someone special, perfectly made for Jane Talbourne. Someone to
fit the bill for her exact desires. And perhaps, one day, she would
meet this perfect man. Perhaps it was just all in God’s good time.
Perhaps that was all it was.
Chapter Ten
6008 SC (2038 AD)
What was in the heart of Leopold Bradlock? Leo thought on that very
thought as the plane was nearing New Zealand. For so long he had
assumed Jane Talbourne would, one day, be the love of his life. As if
they were destined to be together. But in truth his heart had been
taught for a while now that Jane belonged to someone else. And that
marrying her would be interfering in another person’s love life. And
so he would not marry her. He would leave her be to find the love of
her life in her own time. Besides, he was now more interested in his
studies. His biblical studies of all things. And the focus was the
book of Revelation. It fascinated him right at the moment. If this
was supposedly the word of God he wanted to do his best to try and
understand the hidden meanings and riddles of this most strange
prophecy. Its language was complex and he had no idea what half of it
meant. But something in him was compelling him to study it. To nut
out its riddles and mystery and to understand just what it all meant.
Perhaps, in truth, for the heart of Leopold Bradlock, this current
mystery would unlock the many secrets of his hearts life. Perhaps
this would be the start of a brand new journey. Perhaps.
THE END
* * * * *
The Ketravim’s
‘Jonathon and Lucinda’
6,060 SC
2,090 AD/CE
Jonathon fancied himself a theologian, if that really was the word for
it. He was a kiwi, and proud of it, a member of the Wellington ‘Haven
Noahide Fellowship’, which had 3 members in New Zealand, himself being
the only Wellington based member. Worldwide it was not a huge
fellowship, not at all. But it was united to a degree and the head
pastor in Canberra, Australia, Daniel Daly, seemed to know what he was
talking about on spiritual matters, and seemed to minister with a
degree of both positive justice and merciful grace. He stressed, in
fact, in his emails that these were chief qualities which God employed
with mankind. ‘Be in the Hearts of Men’, he stated to the fellowship
often, something which he had stated Jehovah himself had said to him
in a waking dream. The other ‘Word’ from God he claimed he had
received was that it was his responsibility to build Haven Noahide
Fellowship on ‘My Rock’ which was Israel, according to God’s personal
revelation. Apparently his exact words to Daniel in the dream were
‘Build on My Rock’ with the impression directly given to his mind that
Israel was his rock. Mr Daly took this seriously, realizing that
Israel had kept faith in the covenant of Noah, by and large, when
nobody else had. When nobody else cared about it. And because of
this the fellowship had service to Israel for a long time, a lengthy
amount of work of promoting Israel also as God’s chosen people, and
being kind and good-hearted towards them. To apply both words he had
received from God in this sense ‘Place Israel in the hearts of Men’,
which would hopefully please God, who apparently loved his Son Israel.
Yet Mr Daly also taught this truth for Haven Noahide Fellowship –
‘Ultimately, in some ways, we have a responsibility towards being even
holier than Israel. Of being more of the ‘Family Heart’ of mankind,
as we are Noahide only, not based on latter covenants. As such, in a
sense Israel builds on us as their covenant is built on the Noahide
Covenant of the Rainbow. ‘And we must be holy and keep the faith
because of it,’ maintained Mr Daly. ‘To prove ourselves worthy of
what we aspire to.’
It was a lot to expect of anybody, Jonathon thought, but he was a
member of Haven now and took what the head pastor taught seriously.
So if he was a member of ‘Haven’, and a theologian, what contribution
could he make to the world? What could leave the mark of Jonathon
Holmes on the world? What could do that?
Perhaps finally marrying his girlfriend Lucinda Jeffries would be a
good idea, and getting some children. She had hinted at it long
enough that it was what she wanted most of all with him. But Lucinda
was a Christian, and not a Noahide. And while he wasn’t quite sure
yet if that really mattered or not, he wanted to make sure he did the
right thing as far as God was concerned. That much was important to
him.
Jonathon worked in a Video rental store in Wellington, behind the
counter, buzzing DVDs in and out through the scanners. He worked part
time and didn’t do much else, thus rented an apartment, not being able
to afford anything else. But he wanted to go to university and, at
23, felt he now was wise enough and old enough that he could cope with
a degree, something he had been unsure about immediately after leaving
school. But he had no idea what to study and prayed that God would
lead him in the right direction. He would work out what he would do
sooner or later. It was just a matter of time.
* * * * *
Lucinda believed in God, was a practicing Christian, but didn’t go to
church and really didn’t care that much about religion. It bored her
really and caused too many arguments. She liked her boyfriend,
Jonathon, and really wanted to marry him, and had dropped hints long
enough for him to get the idea. But the fool didn’t get the point,
and she was not really sure if he wanted to. ‘Perhaps he likes it the
way it is,’ she thought to herself. That hadn’t bothered her at
first, but she wanted to be married. She wanted commitment and she
wanted to settle. To carry on her own family traditions and have
children. This was all in the mind of Lucinda Jeffries, but sometimes
fate gets in the way before our hearts prayers can be answered.
Sometimes destiny has its say first.
* * * * *
‘…and so the world has drawn even closer to world unity, today, with
the official signing by the Asian Union to join the Western Alliance.
We are uniting, and we will be one.’
The President of America, one of the key figures in ensuring that the
Asian Union joined the Western Alliance, echoed off words to a
rapturous applause. The world would never be the same again, Jonathon
thought to himself. Never the same again.
The following day at work he was on his lunch break, looking through
one of the Batman comics he bought from the store next door, when the
owner of the comic store came in, Callodyn Bradlock, coming up to
him. ‘Hi Jonathon. I am after a particular movie – a classic. ‘The
Omen’. Do you have it?’
‘Let me check,’ said Jonathon, and typed the title into his PC.
‘Sure, we have a copy in the horror section. It shouldn’t be too hard
to find. I can find it for you if you like.’
‘No, I’ll look for it.’ And he went off to look for the movie.
Jonathon sat reading through the latest adventure of the Caped
Crusader, oblivious to Callodyn who had returned and was holding the
DVD, staring at him. Jonathon finally noticed him and excused
himself. ‘Yeh, the Omen. Cool. Classic Antichrist movie. Loved it
when I saw it.’
Callodyn smiled. ‘Tell me, do you believe in an Antichrist?’
‘I’m not a Christian.’
‘Really,’ said Callodyn. ‘So are you religious at all?’
‘Uh, yeh. Noahide, actually. Based on Noah’s covenant – a biblical
thing.’ Callodyn stared at him momentarily, almost as if stunned, but
finally spoke. ‘Well, Jonathon, isn’t it?’
‘Yeh.’
‘We may just have something to talk about. I am quite familiar with
the Noahide faith. Quite familiar. I myself follow Samaritan Noahide
faith established by the Israelite Taheb, amongst other spiritual
beliefs.’
‘Yeh, I have heard of the Taheb. I am in a fellowship called ‘Haven
Noahide Fellowship’. We are basically Samaritan Noahides as well. We
hold to the Hexateuch, in a progressive mindset though, but do believe
in literal creation and literal covenant. A core history in Torah is
what we teach.’
Callodyn responded, quite interested in the conversation. ‘Do you
hold to documentary teachings?’
‘Yeh, pretty much. I keep abreast of the latest literature on the
subject. It is fascinating stuff.’
‘I think, though, it is perhaps more historical then you may have
guessed, the Torah. There is a lot which I would call quite
historical in there.’
‘We are open on that subject. We don’t claim to have the historical
information, apart from scripture and archaeology, really. So we keep
an open mind. But the picture is getting clearer, these days. A lot
of work has gone into it this century. A lot of work.’
‘Would you like to come over for dinner, tonight?’ Callodyn asked
him. ‘I would relish an opportunity to discuss this matter.’
‘Uh, sure. Okay. Can I bring my girlfriend?’
‘Sure. Well, here is my card. It has my address. See you tonight,
around 7?’
‘That’ll be fine. See you there.’ Callodyn nodded, paid for the DVD
rental, and left.
Watching him go Jonathon was suddenly quite pleased. It seemed he had
met another Noahide, a rare thing, and having conversation on this
issue really looked appealing. He looked forward to the night
tremendously.
* * * * *
Neither Jonathon or Lucinda could really say why, but there was
something about Callodyn’s wife Rachel, something which instantly
connected them to her, in some way as if they had already known her
personally, but didn’t know why.
But, later on that night, after they’d had a great dinner with the
Bradlock’s, Jonathon recalled a strange dream he’d had a while ago. A
strange dream in which he’d seen a lady and given her great honour,
amongst a whole crowd who was honouring her, and somehow this ‘Rachel
Bradlock’ seemed to be that lady. He could not really remember the
face of the lady in the dream, but somehow he knew it was Rachel. He
just knew it in his heart.
He discussed this with Lucinda, and then he was alarmed, because she
related a similar dream and a similar feeling towards Rachel. And
then both of them were truly puzzled. What a weird coincidence,
Jonathon thought to himself. What a totally weird coincidence. And
what possibly could it mean?
* * * * *
Jonathon and Lucinda gradually developed a friendship with Callodyn
and Rachel Bradlock, Rachel in particular, and before they left for
Canberra they had become quite close. It was destiny which drew them
together – a carefully chosen destiny, crafted by Almighty God from
Jonathon and Lucinda’s youth. The Ketravim were not foreknown by God
in the same sense as the children and angels of God. They were,
instead, simply humans. But after God chose Rachel as the lastborn of
the Cherubim in a sense of the Realm of Eternity, and as the firstborn
of the Ketravim, he began his task of building the Ketravim
community. They would be linked, though, inevitably. And the link
was that each Ketravim chosen must come into the destiny in some way
of prior Ketravim. This was the most definite will of God. For this
reason Callodyn and Rachel’s destiny had brought them to New Zealand,
for the meeting with Jonathon and Lucinda. But, with the friendship
formed, which was the primary thing, Rachel could now move on, in
God’s plans, to the next Ketravim. And this was a Canberra resident.
A most special Canberra resident.
The End
* * * * *
Lucy Smith – Choices of the Heart
7,499 SC
Gemma Watkins was a lady of extraordinary beauty, and also one loved
greatly. In fact, David Rothchild had long felt he was to be with
this woman forever, but it didn’t work out in the end. It just
wasn’t, apparently, meant to be. But no worry, life went on, and
Gemma continued her life after David with all the courage and finesse
which her beauty lent her.
One of Gemma’s close friend was Lucy Smith, the witch. Lucy had
recently gone through many turmoils at the hand of the Dark Lord’s of
evil, and while she had vanquished Lucifer, hopefully, for the very
last time, she felt the power of evil that one had would somehow
resurface. It seemed, in truth, impossible to escape this dark lord
who had haunted her for so long.
Lucy, one fine Sunday morning, having tea with Shelandragh in her
house in Bunyan known as Minoxxia, welcomed visiting Gemma Watkins to
their home. Gemma, now, was ancient as well. And this was something
she had only started to grasp, the gift of life that God had
apparently blessed her with. It had all started when her new friends
Jonathon and Lucinda had arrived from New Zealand and introduced her
to Callodyn Bradlock and his wife Rachel. Instantly Gemma had made a
deep and personal connection with Rachel Bradlock, and following that
an even stronger connection with Jonathon and Lucinda. And then, for
some completely unexplicable reason, she had gone off to live in
England for 30 years, just upon a whim, and ended up were Callodyn
said he had come from, Hull on the coast, were she had met a certain
ex copper, Jack Dagger, who claimed a similar long life to Gemma,
having quickly opened up to her for some strange reason. She had
shared this with Lucy, that there was an order or something amongst a
special group of humans, and that Rachel was the firstborn, followed
by Jonathon and then Lucinda, and then herself and Jack Dagger
following her. And, apparently, from what Rachel was suggesting to
her, an unlimited number of human souls were to slowly and inevitably
join their group. She had dreamed a number of times of these people,
so she had told Gemma, and recognized Gemma very quickly from her
visions. Callodyn had used a description, just the once, and not
spoken of it again, calling them the ‘Ketravim of Eternity’. Gemma
had queried many times what the word Ketravim was supposed to mean,
but Callodyn was not any more forthcoming.
Gemma had for a long time considered that she must have just had
special genes but, inevitably, the spiritual came up and she
considered the God question. It seemed that God had chosen her, that
the most high himself had picked her for long, if not eternal life,
and that such was her reward for some apparent reason not known to
her. It was a strange calling, frightening at first, but she was now
enjoying her long extended life quite tremendously. She had much
wealth, a great deal of assets, and a number of houses in Canberra and
Sydney. In a way it really was the high life for Gemma Watkins.
Of course, she soon found out that Justine and David also partook of
such a life, as well as Lucy Smith and Shelandragh May amongst others,
including the other Ketravim and Callodyn and Leopold Bradlock. David
said they were living towards the end of days of human society in
apocalyptic terms and special things were now happening. Gemma did
not really understand much of what all that was about, but trusted
David nonetheless.
Yet, today, she was visiting Lucy, and on a day of days as well. The
world was on tenterhooks, for the world alliance was about to invade
Israel, the final nation not part of the alliance of Alexander
Darvanius II. Everyone knew Alexander, many said he was a ‘Christ’ of
sorts, the one preparing the way for the return of Jesus, as he had
lived now for so long. Gemma had heard so much of Lucy’s encounters
with Alexander, but today, a day of destiny, Gemma was to witness the
most fateful choice of all in the destiny of Lucy Smith and Alexander
Darvanius II.
* * * * *
Satan watched on. Alexander had knocked on the door, and Gemma had
answered it. She had looked at him, let him in, and they all sat in
the lounge room, Alexander not initially speaking. Eventually he
spoke up.
‘Lucy. You have a choice to make, young woman. An important choice
to make. It is this. Serve me, serve my kingdom, and I will offer
you rewards beyond your comprehension. Simply acknowledge that I am
the way of destiny the world needs most of all. Alternatively, you
may choose this. You may choose to vanquish me, to have the upcoming
final conflict go against me, and have me utterly defeated at the
hands of the returning Jesus.
You know of the methods I often employ, you know of Lucifer Darvanius
who I have utilized to achieve many ruthless ends. You know, though,
that I have never had a man killed deliberately by Lucifer, and that
any such wickedness he claims is by his own volition. In this sense
you are aware that I have not violated the laws of life of the Rainbow
Bible. I have not been perfect in morality at all, and perhaps quite
detestable in what I have allowed by many people’s standards.
Yet you also know, as I have made clear to you previously, that I
serve a sense of goodness which is vindicated by its defiance of the
purest forms of evil and wickedness. You know I represent absolutism,
extremely strict absolutism, and a sense of utter commitment. And you
know I represent this to thwart the evil in mankind.
I am a paradox, Lucy Smith. I am contrary to God, yet perhaps what he
needs most of all. But that is who I am, and perhaps I have been
chosen for this task.
You know, if you choose against me, that I will fall into the pit of
despair for aeons beyond counting. Yet you also know, that in the
judgements I will place upon mankind I will judge for so very long in
a way which most will complain is too restrictive and oppressive in
the freedoms they take for granted. And the ends will often justify
my means.
Yet, that is what I offer. That is what I, Saruviel, represent, and
my fate is only in your hands Lucy Smith. Only in your hands.’
In heaven, Daniel and Ariel sitting next to Samael of the children of
heaven, waited anxiously. The other children couldn’t bare to watch,
and today was the day of the choosing – the day of fundamental
choosing – and they watched on with baited breath.
Lucy spoke.
‘No, Saruviel. No.’
‘And what does that mean?’
‘I choose neither to justify you or disgrace you. To neither condemn
you or accept your ways. I choose, instead, to forgive you and allow
life itself to make the ultimate choices on your destiny. It is
unwritten, Alexander Darvanius. It is unwritten.’
Daniel, in heaven, looked at Ariel and grinned. Samael swore and
instantly said, ‘For Christ’s sake, you must have told her,’ but
Daniel and Ariel simply said nothing. And thus, the choice Samael
feared the most, occurred, and the fate of Saruviel was now in the
hands of God and the nature of life itself.
Alexander looked at Lucy, gave her a new, perplexed look, and left.
Now, that was unexpected. That was, in truth, quite unexpected.
The End
* * * * *
Chapter One
6019 SC
Daniel Rothchild, upon his 70th birthday, was confessed to look only
about 50 by his wife Jessica, similar to the age he proclaimed of
her. The two of them now had a few wrinkles proclaiming their age,
but their general wellbeing, considering how healthy their lifestyle
had been, had always made people assume they were much younger then
they actually were. And Daniel still had yet to gain a grey hair,
which almost scared Jessica in its freakiness.
That year Daniel, with Jessica, and his brother David and the wife
David finally married, Justine, visited Israel on a one year
sabbatical. David and Justine were both 38, but youthfulness ran with
them as well, looking barely 25 both of them.
In Israel, in the kibbutz the two couples had joined, David gradually
built up a number of close friendships. After only 3 months, when the
elder of the kibbutz died, people unanimously asked David if he would
like to take over and run the kibbutz, so popular had he become.
David, while he had not really noticed himself, was incredibly
friendly and loving, so strict had he been on himself in his Torah
lecturing towards himself – and as a result, so many others looked to
him as a personification of a real gentleman, a man of holiness, and
one who could be implicitly trusted and deemed trustworthy. And they
were not mistaken in this trust either.
Justine, through the ongoing discussions with David, had gravitated
towards the Jewish perspective on God, but retained her Christian
faith in many ways. She kept kosher, attended synagogue on Sabbath
with David, and kept the feast laws very closely. But her heart
remained loyal and true to her church, and as time passed in their
marriage, David growing used to the many Christian conversations
centred around the Baptist church, he stopped objecting to her faith.
He accepted it. He’d had, in truth, one problem with Christianity –
the deification of Jesus as equal with God. Yet Justine had spoken to
him carefully stating she no longer believed Jesus was God – not in
the same way Yahweh the Father was. She believed him divine, in a
sense, the pre-existing word of God. But she had come to the
Unitarian perspective on Christianity which David was familiar with.
And thus, in a spirit of charity, David accepted her faith and did not
object to her teaching it to their children, the first of which was to
be born soon.
For David, Justine was satisfactorily Jewish enough in faith and
practice – she accepted the Torah as God’s word and followed its
commands – and the Christian faith she clung to was not contradictory
to Torah in the way Justine applied her Christian faith. He thus
accepted her, and found that other modern Jewish thinkers in the
kibbutz, those of religious persuasion, found the liberal spirit which
had come upon the children of Israel in recent centuries sufficient to
likewise accept Justine and her Jesus, a figure that, in truth, they
were just as familiar with as Christians.
They’d all heard the gospel – many times many of them. They were not
Christian, they were Jewish, but it had become such a part of the
planets culture, in a way they could not escape, that so many now
simply called Jesus Christ for politeness sake.
But not all. By no means all. When Justine visited Jerusalem one
day, reading through the papers they didn’t get at their secluded
Kibbutz, she saw firsthand how many of the Orthodox community
disdained strongly the Christian presence in their homeland. They had
not forgotten the centuries of persecution and discrimination they had
suffered in Europe and even America at the hands of the Christian
church. They had not forgotten and, now they were on their own turf
again, were dedicated to ridding Israel of the scourge of
Christianity. As such, for many years tensions had been high and
Jerusalem had remained a cup of trembling for the nations.
Justine understood this. She had understood, through many
conversation with her husband, the Jewish faith and the Jewish fears.
And she regretted how the church, for so long, had rejected and
despised God’s son Israel, and felt a degree of shame.
Later on that day, in a Christian library, were she had gone to meet a
Christian friend who had visited the synagogue once, she spoke briefly
of the suffering Israel had gone through. And then her friend had
showed her Isaiah, the passage of the suffering servant, and the many
passages which called Israel the servant. And then she had read,
again, Isaiah 53 and knowing who the servant was, and who had rejected
the servant, she knew God was speaking to her heart. They, the
church, had rejected Israel. They had rejected them and despised them
for so long. And her friend carefully went through the scriptures
with her, and showed her carefully that the way Christianity made the
passage read to Jesus, that the context did not justify their
interpretation. And, slowly, verse after verse, he showed how Israel
was the one who had been rejected, and not Jesus, and that the idea
within Isaiah 53 that it was a messianic prophecy was untrue. And
then she had asked him why, him being a Christian, he would say such
things. And he had replied that he was no longer of Christian faith.
‘I am a Noahide, now, Justine. Christianity is finished with me.’
Later on Justine prayed to God and, finally, after so many months of
refusing to do what David had occasionally asked of her, she asked
Yahweh for the truth about Jesus and Christian faith. And the spirit
pointed her to a passage, and she read it. ‘I am the LORD, that is my
name, and my glory I will not give to another.’ And then she
understood.
* * * * *
6024 SC
When Daniel Rothchild, David and Justine’s fifth and final child was
born, being named after David’s older brother, Justine had just turned
43, and soon her main childbearing life cycle came to an end, and no
more children would come forth. They lived, now, in Jerusalem in 2054
AD. David had, gradually, become more and more influential within the
Jerusalem community. He was now on the Jerusalem council, having been
elected the year before, and it was felt he was destined for Israel’s
main parliamentary Assembly. Four years later, at 47, this came to
pass with David elected into the Knesset as a member of the Likud
party. Yosef Netanyahu, the former prime-ministers grandson, worked
closely with David to form a co-alition of power with two other
parties, with Yosef being elected Prime-Minister. Yosef had very
strong ties to the ancient ‘Taheb’, who had just turned 114, the
iconographic religious leader from the Samaritan community who had
become popular on a worldwide stage. David, likewise, knew the Taheb
personally, and the essential ideal of ‘Torah alone’ as Israel’s
spiritual constitution had been born again, as it were, within the
heart of the Israelite people. Today, at 2054 AD, or 6024 SC by the
Taheb’s Calendar, Israel as a nation was alive to God and Torah again,
with the third temple having been completed after the terrorist
destruction of the Islamic ‘Dome of the Rock’ in 2020 AD, or 6000 SC,
by an unknown group, yet everyone suspecting a fundemantalist ultra-
orthodox group called ‘Shema’ who had never publicly denied the
accusation.
Mecca had been slowly and carefully considering their response. Jihad
had been proposed – a universal Islamic Jihad to, finally, destroy
Israel forever. Yet they were reluctant, even many speaking of the
Third Temple as a place of God’s holiness and that Israel, to gain the
temple, must have repented as a people. In the end they had relented
and declared the Third Temple an important icon for Jews and Judaism,
a witness by Allah for Israel to repent of its sins and praise the
most high. Many Imam’s further declared that, with the building of
the temple, Judgement Day was approaching, and that God was preparing
all the people of the book for the final days.
In truth, Mecca, despite centuries of hostility, saw a truth in
Israel. In the war which was coming, in the war which so many Imam’s
saw to be with the new emerging One World Government Beast Empire,
which had begun uniting Australia, America and Europe in a free trade
commonwealth (one in which 2060 was aimed for the free movement by the
disolvement of national boundaries to allow people within these
territories to live were-ever they pleased, essentially meaning one
western nation, officially being declared the goal of the new
commonwealth), Mecca and the Middle East feared that, finally, the end
of days was coming and that the final beast for God’s children to
fight was about to arise.
David saw this too. He saw it clearly – more clearly than he had seen
anything else in his entire life. He thought on Jesus and, perhaps,
what that Jew had been used by God to accomplish. To conquer the
hearts and minds of the Caucasians – the Europeans – so that on the
final day they would relent and accept the authority of God’s chosen
people.
And, knowing how English had become the language of this people, the
language he once spoke praisingly of, David feared them more than he
had ever feared them. In Israel he had changed. In Israel, he felt,
he had come to see the power of the west for what it truly was. In
the words of the Imams’, America was the Great Satan, corrupting all
mankind. And the new western alliance, one in which Russia was soon
to join, would inevitably rule the world. Of that David had complete
certainty.
They had the power bases, the technology, and the land. 4 continents
– North and South America, Australia and Europe, were in the sway of
the Western Alliance and if Russia joined as well, which was
predicted, they would have half of Asia as well. Only the Middle East
and Africa, and the small community in Antarctica, was separate to the
beast – the final beast of Daniel chapter 7 which David was convinced
would one day step in to rule Israel. Yet David knew, knowing the
outcome of that chapter, that the holy people would come through and
gain rulership over all mankind. That the Kingdom of Israel would,
ultimately, conquer all. Of that he had no doubts.
* * * * *
6030 – 6126 SC
(2060 – 2156 AD)
On January 1 2060 the Western Alliance officially allowed free
movement of all citizens within its boundaries, consisting of
Australia & New Zealand, North and South America, Europe and other
various minor affiliates. This year was the culminating year of the
first beast of Daniel – the Lion, whose wings had been plucked at the
American Revolution, and made to stand like a man. The goal of the
Seraphim Sariel, who watched over the emergence of Britain into the
world power it had become, had by and large been met by 2060 when,
with free movement throughout the Western Alliance had been
established, and English, his language, had become the dominant
official language of the Alliance, with Spanish spoken as the
secondary language.
2060 was the peak year of the first beast’s triumph.
David Rothchild watched on from his haven of Israel anxiously. Not
only him, but Nathan James Hitler, in Germany, who had studied the
emergence of the beasts of Daniel chapter 7, also looked on at the new
world empire which had begun to unfold.
To Nathan, it now seemed so clear as to what would happen next. The
final beast, the fourth beast, would unite all 3 prior beasts through
conquering them. That would be the final one world government.
The Second Beast to emerge, which for so long he had thought was the
Russian Bear, he now saw as becoming the next major world power.
Already discussions had been taking place between the Western Alliance
and Russia, and the Western Alliance had offered Russia the seat of
Governance on the proviso of joining the new Alliance.
Officially, discussions began on the last day of January 2060. The
advantages were obvious. Russia, for its benefit, would join a
community which was similar to it in many ethnic ways, and aligned to
one of the main powers of the Alliance, Europe, in close geographical
proximity. When the EU had originally joined the Western Alliance,
Russia had closed off its connections with the EU, fearing what may be
coming. So with the new offer, they felt they had much to gain. The
Western Alliance itself felt that, as Russia was the largest country
geographically in the world, the sacrifice of seat of governance was a
small price to pay for the new land access it would gain.
And so, officially ratified on the first of January 2070, which was
the year 6040 SC officially in Israel, the calendar having been
changed in honour of the Taheb’s passing, Russia became the seat of
governance, from Moscow, of the main world superpower, the Western
Alliance.
David observed quickly a new reality. The Western Alliance, now, was
Japheth’s children, the son of Noah. The other three world powers
were Asia, the Middle East and Africa, Shem and Ham’s children, the
other sons of Noah. Jewish tradition held that Africa and Asia were
largely Hamitic nations, and that the middle east was mainly of Shem’s
line.
Nathan observed, as time passed, the gradual unifying of, first
Africa, and second Asia, in response to the Western Alliance. After
the Western Alliance had claimed Russia, it had rested. Sariel had
decided that enough was enough. They were unified now, had enough
territory, were rich, and would be no further blessed by having strong
associations with either Africa or Asia, and of course the Middle
East, as it had always been, was too much trouble to bother with.
Yet the Bear was restless and, seeking to show itself a power, went
out on political conquest. The bear had consumed much flesh before.
It had made a billion Chinese communists. And now, calling in its old
ties, Russia sought diplomacy with Asia, calling itself an established
Asian nation, and, as such, in 2090 the tentatively formed Asian Union
joined the Western Alliance, having succumbed to pressures and the
opportunities spoken of by Moscow. And then Russia – the Bear – again
consumed much flesh, as the second beast was prophesied to do as such
– and conquered the remainder of Asia politically, establishing the
new Eastern/Western Alliance – the main world power.
By this time, David had begun noticing he was no longer aging,
alongside his wife, and a number of other close friends and
compatriots. In Germany Nathan James Hitler also noticed, which he
had initially put down to advances in medicine, but since left such an
idea, that he too was not aging. In England James Castleton noted
such a reality as well, as did Callodyn Bradlock and his growing
entourage in New Zealand.
Jane Talbourne, in Wales, was not the first to figure who the leopard
– the third beast – would be. Perhaps it was obvious – the leopard
was an African beast and long had been. But as the African Congress
gradually accumulated the nations of Africa, apart from the northern
most states which remained within the Arabian League of Muslim
nations, at 2100 Africa was officially one free trade zone, with
nations allowing free movement, as had been done with the Western
Alliance.
Sariel, who was the main power behind the first beast, the founder of
the Western Alliance, was no longer the power he had been, having
given over technical authority to the Seraphim Radrukiel, as Russia
was officially the head of the Eastern/Western Alliance. But
Radrukiel knew, as God spoke to him as such, that Mtoko Jones, head of
the African Congress of Nations, would become the next world power.
And when the Eastern/Western Alliance officially offered Africa the
seat of governance if they came into the Alliance, which they duly
accepted on the 1st of April 2156, the world was practically one.
The Leopard emerged, with 4 heads of Authority – Africa, Eurasia, The
Americas and Australia. All that remained, then, was the Arabian
League of Muslim Nations of the Middle East and one tiny little despot
amongst them – Israel.
Chapter Two
6130 SC
(2160 AD)
David, sitting with his older brother Daniel, finally conceded the
point. For years now he had been studying the prophecies of
scripture, and his older brother had finally made a conclusion
regarding the identities of the beasts of Daniel chapter 2 and Daniel
chapter 7. And his identifications were difficult for David to
receive. Firstly, each chapter spoke of a ‘Kingdom’ being established
– ones which would last forever without ceasing. Yet, for Daniel,
these prophecies spoke of not ‘ONE’ kingdom, as had long been assumed
by most, but ‘TWO’ separate kingdoms. While Daniel had long conceded
that the prophecy of the four beasts of chapter 7 was a ‘latter day’
prophecy, he had now concluded that the prophecy of chapter 2, which
clearly identified ‘Babylon’ as the head of Gold, naturally concluded
with the establishment of the ‘Kingdom which filled the whole earth as
a mountain’ being the Kingdom of Jesus of Nazareth. Daniel explained
to David that Israel simply did not fit the best description for key
points within the chapter. Firstly, the Kingdom of Daniel 2 HAD to be
established in the times of those early kings. At 30AD when the
church began formulating, such a timeframe had been met. The problem
with trying to identify this as ‘Israel’ was that Israel, at 70 AD
went into exile until 1948, and where not seated on the Kingdom, which
meant the prophecy could only have failed if the identity of the
Kingdom of Daniel chapter 2 was Israel. They argued for months, and
David went over the chapter many times before, finally, acknowledging
Daniel’s point. From then on, though, Daniel maintained that Jesus
was the King of a Kingdom, but that did not necessarily authorize
everything written in the New Testament. He maintained that Israel
had been kept separate from the Kingdom of Jesus for the latter day
purpose of establishing their own Kingdom – this kingdom to be the
Kingdom talked of in Daniel chapter 7. Daniel, while for a long time
believing this chapter to speak of Jesus and the church as well, had
finally acknowledged that Christendom had NOT kept the Law of the Old
Testament or the Sacred seasons since 70AD, and thus as Daniel 7:25
clearly maintained, only the people of Israel who still kept the Torah
on the whole could satisfactorily fulfill this prophecy. The ability
for this prophecy to come to pass began in 1948 when Israel reclaimed
the land of Israel. Yet, before the ‘Kingdom’ of which the Jewish
Messiah would reign from could be established, the fourth beast would
necessarily have to invade Israel to establish its own dominion – in
truth the saints of Israel would be delivered over to the beast for a
‘Time, Times & Half a Time’ – or three and a half years.
They argued detail for a while and eventually agreed on the
conclusion. Jesus Kingdom, represented by the church, would last
forever. Daniel chapter 2 made that apparent. Yet the Kingdom of
Israel would reign supreme, and the Kingdom of Jesus would naturally
accept the authority of Israel when Israel came into its own glory, as
chapter 7 maintained.
And when he had concluded on this idea, David felt he now understood
what Christianity had been about all along, and why Israel had never
quite converted to this religion as a whole.
* * * * *
6140 SC
(2170 AD)
For 10 years he had been now studying the ‘Revelation’ of the New
Testament. 10 long years of study, and he had cringed at what he now
perceived. The angels of God had spoken to him many times, and
reminded him of what he was now starting to believe. He, David
Rothchild, was the chosen one of Israel. He was older now, yet still
looked relatively young, as did a couple of hundred of close personal
friends of his. He would soon be 160, but certainly did not look it.
People in Israel knew, of course, that the messianic era had arrived
and that long life was being granted to many, a phenomenon throughout
earth. And David was becoming one of the more popular of the
perceived ‘elect’ of God. Yet he now cringed as, with the angels
telling him likewise, he was the messiah of God, now knowing the fate
of the Messiah in the book of Revelation. The book spoke of three key
figures – the ‘Lamb of God’ who was the Lord of Lords and King of
Kings, being the Messiah – and David knew this to be himself. And
then their was his older spiritual brother who the angels spoke to him
of, ‘Archangel Michael’, who would be caught up to heaven in his
rapture, defeat Satan, and later return at the end of the tribulation
for the day of Armageddon as the ‘King of Kings and Lord of Lords’.
He and Archangel Michael were these two key figures. And, finally,
Jesus. Jesus, so David understood, would likely not appear until the
end of the millennium upon Judgement Day on the Great white throne.
And then he would judge the living and the dead.
Yet for David, who knew his angelic name to be ‘Ambriel’ of the
Seraphim of eternity, the fate of the Lamb of God was to be killed by
the forces of darkness, and then to receive the glory before the
throne of God.
So many in the church viewed this as Jesus, yet it was clearly to
happen during the tribulation, and therefore David knew it to be
himself. In truth it did not seem a palatable fate. Yet if such was
the will of God, then so should such things be.
* * * * *
7400 SC
(3430 AD)
For over 1,000 years they had watched. The elect had come together to
Israel, getting to know each other, and they had watched. Beyond the
Middle East, the world alliance was strong – so strong. The Middle
East had not joined, and had been separate for now approaching a
millennium. And, because of this, there had been rumblings.
Rumblings from New York, were the United Nations was stationed, over
which Alexander Darvanius II ran affairs, having become the most
respected Secretary General of the United nations, and largely
regarded as one of the elect of God by most people, due to his great
age in actual years, yet apparent lack in physical ageing.
And also in New York, head of Alpha Gamma Delta Industries, the
world’s largest business corporation, Damien Bradlock watched over his
young protégé Alexander Darvanius II, instructing him constantly on
the needs of the Illuminati and the business world to maintain the
status quo.
And, in Iraq, Lucifer Darvanius, Alexander’s step-brother, had slowly
and carefully been building his spiritual new age empire, besotted
with idolatry. For, over the millennium, Islam had crumbled through
the onslaught of Damien Bradlock’s spiritual attacks, and Babylon the
Great was approaching, and his goal of corrupting the world with
religious hedonism. What had infiltrated the prophet of God was
idolatry and lust, through the influence of Lucifer Darvanius, turning
the prophet away from God and into the long aimed goal of Damien
Bradlock – the creation of the False Prophet. For Damien Bradlock,
head of the Illuminati and business empires of the world, and the one
who orchestrated his political servant, Alexander Darvanius II and his
religious servant, Lucifer Darvanius, was none other than that most
ancient of adversaries from the Realm of Infinity, the fallen Satan of
the Saruvim.
And the rumblings in New York were of one agenda, one which David
Rothchild had long feared – the final conquering of the Middle East
and the last of the remnants of God, that tiny despot of a nation,
Israel.
Alexander saw his step-brother Lucifer’s work as the main way in which
the Arabian nations would soon accept the new World Alliance.
Alexander would step in and claim the World Alliance, with its great
stability, could replace the fear which had come upon the Arabian
League of nations with the growing Babylonian New Age religion. The
World Alliance could offer support, so they continually maintained to
their Arab friends. And, finally, accepting their offer on the
proviso of the glory – the United Nations being moved to the newly
built ‘Babylon’ near Baghdad – on the first of January 3450 AD, the
United Nations took up residence in Babylon, and only one final nation
yet resisted the world alliance – despot Israel.
Yet for Alexander Darvanius II, the time of his glory was quickly
approaching – one day, and one day soon, he would rule the entire
world.
* * * * *
7400 SC
(3430 AD)
It was the morning of the 25th of December, 3430 AD, Christmas Day, in
which the Angels of God spoke to David Rothchild and announced to them
the identity of his last son, Daniel Rothchild – none other than
Archangel Michael of the Realm of Eternity. It was a shock to David,
certainly, yet from what he was told, Daniel knew who he was and had
done so for centuries. He could only wonder the reasons for his son
not sharing his identity with himself.
David contemplated the future according to the Revelation. He felt
that soon – very soon – now that the Islamic League of Nations had now
joined the World Alliance, that the end was at hand. He had noted
from reports given to him often, and through his own observations on
the internet, that the last age of the Church – the Laodicean Age –
was underway. Wealth, riches – every desire that the heart could
possibly lust after – had been made available to the citizens of the
world by the machinations of Damien Bradlock’s business Empires and
the work of Alexander and Lucifer Darvanius.
What David had not known is that Alexander Darvanius II, in his heart,
had offered the world glory for accepting him as its leader. He had
talked of wealth beyond measure for all, and an end to poverty and
suffering. And this Messiah which the world practically worshipped
had provided all that he claimed he would provide. Yet, for David,
and many, many people in the world alliance, something was missing.
As Jesus had spoken to the last Angel – the Angel of Laodicea – you
have grown rich and wealthy, yet you are poor, blind and naked. In
truth, through their lust for wealth and power, so many in the church
had gone astray from their first love, and forgotten what it was to
have charity and affection for other people. It seemed the cold hard
dollar ruled the hearts of many, to which David had paid close
attention in his studies of the Laodicean era.
The Angel of the Laodicean age itself, the seventh angel of Logos
elect Seraphim angels, was Saruviel. This was Saruviel of the
Seraphim of the Realm of Infinity. His namesake in the Realm of
Eternity was the dread dark lord Alexander Darvanius II, also known as
Saruviel. Saruviel of Infinity, bearing the name of Jason Bradlock,
son of Callodyn Bradlock and Rachel Bradlock, had become the head of
the Elect Church of the Living God, living in the United Kingdom in
the town of Crossden in Northern Wales, were the head church was now
stationed. Jason Bradlock was Callodyn and Rachel Bradlock’s third
child, after Leopold and Rebecca. The Bradlock’s had lived in New
Zealand for many years after leaving Wales, after which they had
journeyed to Israel when the elect were gathered in Jerusalem. And
now the elect remained in Israel, bar Jason Bradlock whom Christ had
commanded to remain in the realm of the World Alliance in Crossden,
watching over the remnant of faithful Christians.
The Elect themselves were the Angels of God – the Angels chosen by God
from the Realms of Infinity and Eternity. Alongside them were a
number of the 70 children of Heaven with particular special roles in
the end of days. Yet not every Angel of God had been made manifest at
this time. A number had already lived on earth, while a number were
yet to be born. Yet a key number lived in these dangerous end times –
times of testing for the elect children of God.
David’s son Daniel had always been the most gentle of children and
proved the same as a man. He was not a strong character. In fact, in
many ways, seemed quite flawed, as if he was weak in courage. Yet he
loved truly and, despite his initial financial failures in life,
having been mostly watched over by his parents, Daniel had slowly been
having success in business. He had not yet married, for no woman was
taken to him. He was a little overweight, but reasonably attractive.
Yet he had the unfortunate habit of often saying the wrong thing and
losing friends he had worked hard to attain because of it. David
worried about Daniel often, and prayed hard for his son. Yet, as the
centuries had passed, Daniel had made baby steps – one by one – and,
today was becoming a man. He had strength of character, now. He’d
had his trials from youth, and learned to overcome them. The
depression he’d suffered for 700 years was now essentially dead, and
he had slowly been becoming alive to God. David wondered, often, why
this son of his was as he was. And, with the revelation that he was
Archangel Michael, all David could ask was ‘How?’ Yet God’s choices
are not man’s choices, nor ever have been. For the eternal father of
Glory sees the heart in man, and what others would call weak, God
would call strong.
Yet, the fate of Daniel Rothchild, now that David had become aware of
who he was, seemed almost impossible. For Daniel would be the one to
cast Satan out of heaven. His son, Daniel, weak of character, yet
Angelic in identity, would cast the old devil from the heavenlies, if
such a thing could possibly be.
As for that casting out, it was not far off. For Damien Bradlock,
having suffered horrible injuries in an automobile accident in 3437
AD, died and was taken to the heavenly realm of eternity. And, his
full memories finally being restored, Damien Bradlock – Satan himself
– began his final and most viscious work of corrupting the children of
God. For the days of wrath were at hand.
* * * * *
‘Basically, the main problem in trying to identify the church as the
eternal Kingdom of Daniel chapter 7 is that the church failed to keep
the laws of God and the sacred seasons from not long after 70 AD and,
in truth, Jesus did not promote these laws to the degree many law-
keeping fundamentalists suggest that he did. For so long the church
had identified Babylon, Media-Persia, Greece and Rome as the four
beast of chapter 7, as chapter 2 made this apparent. Yet, ultimately,
the prophecy failed on the lack of Torah observance. And with the
separation of Israel from the Church for so long, and with Israel’s
fidelity, despite its persecution, to the Torah of God, it has become
apparent to me, dear younger brother, that Israel is the Kingdom of
Daniel chapter 7.’
David nodded. It was a conversation they’d had a number of times, yet
Daniel’s clarification of David’s own views, seemed stronger and more
certain now. It seemed, in truth, each Kingdom spoke of separate
kingdoms – the Church and Israel – something which had been a reality
for, now, over 3,000 years.
‘Yet, it would seem, continued Daniel, that my nephew, whom we know is
Archangel Michael, will one day defeat Satan and come forth from
heaven as King of Kings and Lord of Lords, and defeat the beast. And
then, in his kingdom, will rule all nations with a rod of Iron – the
rod of Torah law. For you are mercy, younger brother, the Lamb of
God. Yet he is judgement, the wrath of God. God’s mercy, the Lord of
Lord’s and King of Kings & God’s judgement, the King of Kings and Lord
of Lord’s.’
‘Poetically put, dear Daniel.’
‘I thought so.’
Chapter Three
7480 SC
(3510 AD)
Over 70 years of work was starting to pay dividends for Satan – big
dividends indeed. God had granted him access to both the Realms of
Infinity and Eternity, as well as the Realm of Heaven, were a small
number of the children of heaven watched him nervously when he came
around, usually asking him to depart. He looked at Adam and Eve often
when he was their, noting their grins. They knew things he did not
know. They knew of fates and destinies and things of life he yet did
not understand. And he remembered the garden, and his own temptations
towards them, and how they had succumbed. Yet, now, he did not think
they would be so easily fooled again. He was not so naïve as to
imagine that.
Yet many did follow – many did listen – and he knew, with work, he
would achieve success. Yet one thing did bother him – one thing some
occasionally hinted at. To do with the bothersome Christian
prophecies. Satan had never bothered with prophecy, hating and
despising the words of God. Yet Alexander had spoken to him
occasionally on the subject of biblical prophecy, and condemned the
book as a work of Christian heresy, not representing the original
Christian faith. And that was as much as Satan had ever known of the
revelation and the fates presented therein. Yet, occasionally, those
who he was attempting to lead astray, would make subtle comments
regarding himself and the book, yet say nothing more. Like himself,
though, those who had been managing to lead astray had little interest
in such a prophecy – they knew Jesus from the early days he had spoken
to them in the realm of eternity. Yet Jesus never spoke of Revelation
to anyone, apart from his closest of followers. And because of that,
Satan had concerns. Yet, whatever the book spoke of, it would not
affect. Indeed he would thwart it, if necessary, and achieve all his
evil desire.
* * * * *
7490 - 7493 SC
(3520-3523 AD)
In the year 3520 AD the world Alliance was nearly ready to move in on
Israel. Alexander Darvanius II, working with his step-brother Lucifer
Darvanius, knew the final victory was at hand. Nothing would now stop
him.
In Israel, David Rothchild’s son, Daniel Rothchild, had become Prime
Minister of Israel. Under his father’s guidance, Daniel spoke of the
revelation’s he had been given by God and the purpose of the Christian
faith in the soon approaching end of days. Israel, now so used to
Christian faith and Christians, had accepted their Prime Ministers
understanding of faith. Not everyone agreed on everything, but the
doctrine of the end of days espoused by the Rothchild’s had started to
become accepted by most Synagogues. One thing all were aware of – the
end was now here. Outside of Israel, in the Christian world of the
World Alliance, faith had shrunk. The secular authorities of the
world now ruled and Alexander Darvanius II, who had once followed in
his father’s footsteps of forming the world ecumenical council of
Christianity, had become the very thing he perhaps despised. He had
become a force of power – a force of brutal dark power, determined to
rule in authority, yet lacking in love and mercy. He ruled with power
and wealth – yet it was only power and wealth and, as such, the heart
was absent. Yet Alexander did not care. He did not care. If this
was his fate, something which he had almost accepted as the revelation
taught, then so be it. He knew he would curse God soon, and be done
away with. Yet, in truth, perhaps that is what he should do. Could
his heart, ever, possibly imagine anything else.
And then it had come to pass. Israel had accepted the Authority of
Daniel Rothchild - Michael the Archangel of the Realm of Eternity - in
his position as an ambassador of Jesus the Christ. The woman, Israel,
through the unification of the 12 tribes of Israel, and through the
work of the 12 Stars of Glory – the 12 firstborn Seraphim angels of
the Realm of Eternity who had been made manifest in the end of days –
the woman had brought forth to the nations the future Princes of the
world – the Sons of God with the Rod of Iron – 480,048 of the male
angels of the Realm of Eternity – approximately two thirds of the
entire host of the male angels of that Realm.
And then – a rapture. The Angelic host had been taken up to heaven,
to the throne of God, to learn from the most high himself. And, to
come – the war with the old Dragon, Satan the Adversary, in the
battlefields of the Heaven and the other Realms.
* * * * *
The highest of the thrones of God dwelt in Azaphon, home of the
Children of Heaven. Azaphon was known as the Realm of Heaven – or
simply Heaven. In it dwelt, usually, the 70 children of Heaven,
although often the children were at their duties in the other 6
heavens – these heavens so much larger and greater than the first
heaven. Recently, the Children of Heaven had been visited for the
very first time by Jesus Christ – Logos of the below Realm of
Infinity. For the children, being the ones who had composed the
contents of the book of Revelation and sent through the Angel Davriel
to reveal its contents to the Apostle John. Jesus had now finally
worked out, so he felt, were Heaven was perhaps supposed to be. For
so long the Revelation had confused him, he himself questioning wether
it was of God or not. And then, knowing that the Eternal Realm dwelt
below his home of Infinity, he had questioned just what lay above.
And so he had, for want of a better word, ascended, flying upwards for
many hours – 7 in total – before coming to a jut of rock. And then he
had known, like the rock beneath Infinity, that something lay above.
He had flown upwards then, carefully heading straight up, and after 3
more hours had come to Azaphon – Heaven.
Adam had greeted him, when he landed at the edge of the city. And he
had been quite casual, as the children of God in fact were by nature,
simply saying ‘Hi Jesus’. They had talked – the two of them for some
time – and Logos had met the child of God, 21st of the Children,
Jesus, the one who had largely composed the Revelation. Logos found
it quite ironic that he was not, in fact, the first major Jesus of
history.
Adam and Jesus had explained to Logos that Heaven was to be the
battleground for his forces and Satan’s in the upcoming war.
Logos had asked Adam and Jesus why they were so casual about the lives
of countless people – did they not understand the gravity of the
situation and the war with the darkness?
And then Adam had taken Logos aside and said some words – words like
these. ‘It is important to learn to laugh at ourselves. Not take
life so seriously.’
Logos of course recognized the statement immediately. It was the
principle of the Seraphim Torah of Eternity belonging to Gloryel,
eighth-born of the female Seraphim of Eternity.
Since that time, the final war of Tribulation had begun. Recently,
the 480,048 of the Male Seraphim of Eternity had been taken up to
heaven, ready for the teaching of Almighty God and preparing for the
great war with Satan of the Saruvim.
Jesus had travelled, then, to the Realm of Eternity, taking the
remainder of the host of Christian Angels of that Realm, yet leaving
behind the vast other remnant behind in Eternity. Those who had not
come unto Christian faith.
Rophiel had been one of the Seraphim left behind in the Realm of
Eternity, along with all his Muslim followers, whose numbers in
Eternity had dwindled greatly, so many of them beset with the ways of
sin and pleasure which now infected the children of Eternity.
This host of Angels – nearly one third of the Entire host of the
Angels of Eternity – were the main group Satan of the Saruvim would
draw to his side in the ultimate war. In the early years of the
century he had already lead many of them astray and now, with the
final temptation in heaven after the rapture, he would complete his
work.
On Earth his work had been steadily progressing, satisfied that the
final victory was at hand. His servants Alexander Darvanius II and
Lucifer Darvanius, in whom his spirit inhabited, accomplished his
objectives without cease. It was inevitable in the mind of the
Darkest of the Lords of evil – he would be victorious over the Christ
Child in his final vengeance towards he who had cast him out of his
beloved home.
* * * * *
In the days before the rapture, three of Alexander Darvanius I
children to his second wife, Keturah, had come into Christian faith.
Their adopted brother, Alexander Darvanius II, had been the cause of
this, bringing these three brothers ‘Low’, removing them from their
positions on the business council of the world alliance. Yet the
three of them had continued in their official capacity on the ruling
business council of the Illuminati, which contained all 11 of
Alexander Darvanius I children, those being the triplets Lucius,
Lucifer and Lucas to Alexander Darvanius I first wife, and then the
seven children to Keturah, named after the Archangels of God, as
Alexander Darvanius I had been a fan of special Angelic writings in
the property of the Vatican, and knew the exact names of the 7
archangels of God, naming his sons to Keturah after them.
And then the rapture had come, and Alexander Darvanius II had assured
the world that the few million disappearances of diehard Pentecostal
Christians was likely the result of renegade muslim extremists – a
view generally held to, but not universally believed upon.
And then Alexander Darvanius II had acted – swiftly and strongly –
promising the world its greatest moments and that the long awaited
world unification with Israel was at hand. And for 3 and a half years
the world believed this. And then, at the midpoint, the elect angels
of God were raptured and war broke out in heaven. Instantly Satan
called to his side all who had sworn oaths of allegiance to himself,
and one third of the host of heaven, alongside 4 of the 12 stars of
Glory - Saruviel, Bantriel, Cimbrel and Valandriel – came into
allegiance with Satan, having long been tempted to join the power of
darkness.
The war itself lasted about 7 Days. And for Satan the result was
disastrous. They managed slaying a few thousand of the host of
heaven, but they were completely decimated and routed, with only a
handful of survivors. And then Michael had come forth, grabbed Satan
by the throat, alongside the other traitors, and cast them down to
earth.
Instantly Satan, reclaiming his identity as Damien Bradlock, contacted
his protégés, and the wrath of God and the trial of tribulation began
for mankind, with the blowing of the trumpets and the pouring of the
vials of wrath.
Damien instructed Alexander to remove Michael, Gabriel and Raphael
Darvanius from the council of world business. As Christians they were
now the enemy and could not be trusted.
Michael Darvanius quickly left for Israel and took on the adopted name
of Nathanael. Before leaving, Lucifer had cursed him to his face,
with his henchman had water tortured him for hours before releasing
him. And, struggling onwards, Michael had made it to Israel under the
pseudonym of Nathanael Rosenberg.
* * * * *
Just prior to Alexander Darvanius II gathering his forces at Babylon,
a final encounter took place. An encounter between the witch Lucy
Smith and the dark Lord Saruviel himself, an encounter witnessed by
many.
Chapter Four
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And then the armies of the World Alliance had been gathered, and
Alexander Darvanius II and Lucifer Darvanius gathered their host at
Babylon and marched for Israel. The day of reckoning was at hand.
In Israel, Nathanael Rosenberg had joined David Rothchild’s movement.
When David’s son had been raptured, David had been killed by an
assassin of the darkness and been taken to heaven. He had been
presented to the throne of Almighty God, been anointed by the spirit
of God, and returned to mount Zion in Jerusalem for the gathering of
the saints of the nations who turned to God during the final part of
the tribulation.
The Day came, as all days do, and the beast had moved in to take
control of Israel. Israel, as a people, came under the power of
Alexander Darvanius II, and on the plains of Megiddo the covenant was
signed, 45 days after Satan had been cast from heaven. And the world
Alliance ruled Israel for 3 and half years.
And then, the final 7 days, and Michael the Archangel came forth from
heaven with the heavenly host. And the host came to the plains of
Megiddo, and the armies of the Beast came forth. The battle lasted 7
days, and on the last day, the Armies of the Beast were finally
defeated. And, Nathanael Rosenberg, at the front of the fighting,
found himself facing his brother Lucifer in the fighting. After a
while, the smoke cleared, and around Lucifer stood the elect of God.
Gabriel of eternity was present, as was Michael of eternity. David
Rothchild – Ambriel – stood a little way off. And away from Lucifer,
a number of yards away, Alexander Darvanius II stood, knowing his
fate.
Jesus appeared, almost from out of nowhere, and speaking words,
Gehenna appeared in front of them. A lake burning with sulphur and
brimstone began forming, pushing itself out of the earth. It grew and
grew till it was over a kilometre wide, at which point Jesus spoke
again. And then Jesus looked at Nathanael, who had Lucifer in his
hands, standing on the edge of the lake. And then Jesus spoke:
‘What the hell are you waiting for Nathanael? Throw him in. Throw
the bastard in.’ Nathanael, formerly known by the name of Michael
Darvanius, looked at Lucifer Darvanius his older brother cowering
before him. He looked at the figure which had caused him so much pain
and harm and, almost for a second, he thought he might have hated
him. They had come from heaven, the host. They had defeated the
forces of darkness. Lucifer Darvanius – the false prophet – was to
pay. He was to be cast into Gehenna to suffer the wrath of Almighty
God for the ‘aeons of aeons’ – millions of years – as Nathanael knew
oh so well. He thought on that punishment. He thought on what his
brother Lucifer would have to go through, the torment and agony he
would endure. And right at that moment, Nathanael made a decision.
Whatever else, he would not make the killing blow. He would leave
that to the one who had judged him. ‘I won’t, Jesus. I won’t throw
him in.’ Jesus looked at him before speaking. ‘You soft hearted
bastard, Nathanael. You know he deserves it. But, to hell with it.
If you won’t do it, I bloody will.’ Jesus stepped forward and grabbed
Lucifer. He took him to the edge of the Wall over the Gehenna valley,
which was alive with sulphur and brimstone, and cast him in.
Lucifer fell the 20 metres and landed on the dirt. He screamed in
pain, yelling that he had broken his leg. Jesus looked down at him,
satisfied that his work was nearing completion.
Michael stepped over to the wall and looked down at Lucifer. He knew
that he could not interfere. Logos had judged and so it must be.
Alexander Darvanius II stood at the edge of the wall, standing there,
watching down on his brother, the just fallen Lucifer Darvanius, lying
unconscious a few metres from him. He looked at the Logos. Jesus
looked at him. And then Jesus came forth, grabbed Alexander Darvanius
II by his neck, and threw him into Gehenna. And then, looking down,
he knew it had come to pass. And then the millennium began.
* * * * *
It was later on, 30 years into the millennium, that David Rothchild’s
oldest brother, reached his conclusion. He reached his conclusion,
and acted. Working with the only one he trusted on this agenda, his
Canberra friend and head of Haven Noahide Fellowship, Daniel Daly,
Daniel and Daniel stole into Gehenna and rescued Lucifer and Alexander
from the power of the pits despair. And then they hid them in Haven,
and the redemption of two of God’s fallen children began.
* * * * *
After an Angel of God had come forth and cast Damien Bradlock into the
eternal abyss, Jesus had rested from his works for a time. The dark
days of the past were over with and he assured the world that peace
would now reign. At the end, the dark one would be released again,
but only as a test. For he would surely fail.
Yet, perhaps it is true that evil never dies, for during the
millennium the cult of Satan emerged over time, and when the darkest
lord was released, he emerged, gathered control over his own cult, and
went forth in wrath to defeat his adversaries. For most, though, it
was a non issue. They knew those who served Satan and largely ignored
them. They left them to their fate and when the forces of evil of
Damien Bradlock surrounded Jerusalem, the world was largely
unconcerned resting on its faith in the prophecies of God.
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The troops all looked on. Damien Bradlock had been wounded and was
lying in the dust, next to the pit. He looked down into the pit, and
looked over at Jesus. ‘Not again,’ he said to himself.
Jesus, sword in hand, slowly approached. He had made a telling blow –
he had been ready. Victory was his. Thank God, victory was his. All
that remained was the killing blow. To throw Damien Bradlock – the
devil himself – into Gehenna for the final time. To rid himself of
his last persecutor.
The time was now. If it had come down to what had just materialized,
and Alexander Darvanius II knew the decision he had made all those
years ago under the teaching of his mentors Daniel Rothchild and
Daniel Daly of Haven Noahide Fellowship had to be acted upon. And he
knew what he had to do. Stepping forward from his position in the
Armies of Jesus, having been disguised as one of their officers,
Alexander spoke up. ‘Jesus. My turn.’ Jesus looked over at
Alexander, a slight grin on his face. ‘Alexander. Mmm. I had
wondered what had happened to you.’ ‘No swords, Yeshua.’ Said
Alexander, throwing away his sword. ‘This time, it is the old
fashioned way.’ ‘As you wish,’ said Jesus, throwing away his sword.
The two children of Destiny looked at each other, and started
circling. Every onlooker was tensed. Mary of Magdalene – the Memra
of Eternity – who had come forth to look upon the fate of Satan,
looked on at her husband and silently prayed to her God. There was,
within her Lord, a streak of vengeance. He was the Lamb of God, and
could be ever so gentle. But he was also a Lion from the tribe of
Judah – and when his wrath arose – and when the pride of his heritage
spoke – he was the most fearsome of opponents. She silently pitied
Alexander. He, like Damien Bradlock, would most likely now also be
cast into Gehenna. That much seemed inevitable.
Alexander moved in. ‘Strike hard,’ he thought to himself.
Approaching, he knew Jesus was ready, but knew of the most basic of
tactics which should work – a simple grapple with a number of quick
punches. He tackled Jesus, who wriggled, but he managed a couple of
blows to his side, and one to his head. Jesus likewise managed a blow
to Alexander’s head, before the two separated.
They circled again. ‘That had been alright,’ Alexander thought to
himself. He had received a blow, but had perhaps had done more
damage. And his opponent would have likely been still a little tired
from his encounter with Damien.
Jesus looked at Alexander and grinned a little. They were both about
the same in stature, but he felt that perhaps, just perhaps, he would
have the greater endurance. That he would outlast his opponent.
Given that as a factor, he decided to repay Alexander and follow his
own tactic. He moved in, grabbed his opponent, and punched about
three times to his side. Alexander managed a minor blow before the
two separated.
Getting to their feets, each of them was starting to breathe a little
heavily. Jesus thought on one of his most basic but devastating
attacks– full on hardcore. He strode forward and grabbed Alexander by
the collar and belted him three times right in the face. Alexander
pulled away, and clutched his nose. Blood was starting to pour.
Jesus looked on, satisfied that he was now in the lead. They circled
once more, and Jesus moved in again, repeating the dose. He managed
four blows, before Alexander managed to scramble away. Alexander
stood a number of paces, clutching his nose. The blood was dripping
profusely. Alexander rolled his eyes, belying his pain. Jesus knew
he had him.
The Logos moved in. He would make these blows count. He again
grabbed Alexander by the collar and was about to make his blows, when,
suddenly, ever so quickly, Alexander snapped out of his grip, side-
stepped Jesus, and grabbed his collar. One, two, three. Three
flashes of lightning right into Jesus face.
Jesus stumbled back, dazed a little. Alexander looked on, grinning a
little. Jesus wiped his nose which had started to bleed. He looked
at his opponent, and spoke three brutal words. ‘Watch it! Lad!’
Alexander returned the slur with an ever so polite, but oh so sadistic
grin. ‘Heh, heh, heh,’ replied the now confident Alexander.
* * * * *
The Father of Glory, in the way that he does, smiled. The conflict
had reached what he had decided was a suitable conclusion. Both had
made telling blows, but both had their pride intact. He spoke to
Gabriel one word. ‘Now.’
Gabriel stepped forward. ‘Enough!’, his voice resolute. Jesus and
Alexander looked at each other, and looked at Gabriel. Gabriel
continued, ‘Father has spoken. This conflict ends – now. He is
satisfied with the way events have transpired this day. The conflict
is over. From this point on, diplomacy, and only diplomacy, will have
the rule of law. So stand back, both of you. That is an order. And
the host of heaven will ensure that you comply with that order.’
Alexander looked at Gabriel and then at his opponent. ‘Perhaps that
would be the wise thing to do,’ he thought to himself. ‘Perhaps, for
once, he would listen to this Archangel.’
Jesus looked at Gabriel and nodded. As his father saw fit, so would
he obey, as he eternally would do so.
Gabriel looked at both of them, and saw the conformity with his words
on their faces. He thought then to himself that his Father was wise
in his timing. The conflict had reached a suitable culmination. And
now, in a sense, the real work began. The work of peace which they
all sought – all of them, each in their own way.
* * * * *
The blow was sudden. The cut to the neck swift and sure. He had not
detected him. He had forgotten him totally. Seemingly deemed
irrelevant and harmless. Yet when Samael had cut off Jesus’ head, his
vengeance had been complete. And satisfaction – a grim and quiet
satisfaction – returned.
* * * * *
‘You dickhead.’ Logos looked at Michael, Seraphim of Infinity. He
looked at him, and did not try to respond. He looked at him, and got
the point. He finally, after countless millennia of ultimate
arrogance, got the fucking point. ‘Yeh, well, Jesus. You deserved
it. Who the fuck do you think you are? God? Huh? Huh? Huh?’ he
said, shoving his arrogant older brother. The lamb conceded then. He
conceded that, yes, he had been a dickhead. A complete and utter
fucking dickhead. And the dickhead that he was had never seen it
coming. The son of the Almighty God had never seen it coming. So he
sat there, in his cell in the golden city, housing a toilet, a pump
with water, 7 months supply of food, his brother Michael, and fuck all
else. He looked up at his father in heaven, and got the point. He
got the fucking point.
* * * * *
And, as things come to an end, and new beginnings take place, the
resurrection came to be. The millennium ended, in the most unexpected
way. A way which, perhaps, answered questions for so many people
about the true nature of their God and Father.
While Jesus spent his 7 months in his cell in the Golden city,
Archangel Michael of the Realm of Eternity oversaw the resurrection of
mankind who had died and the angelic beings who had died and those who
had lived until the end of the millennium. The church – the New
Jerusalem – Kalon the holy city, home to the ecclesia - came to rest
as the new summit to Zion, spiritually located beneath Zaphon of the
Realm of Eternity, the closest realm to Earth. Thus, as had been its
purpose for many millennia since its inception, becoming the main
doorway through which mankind entered into the heavenly realms.
Jesus had been humbled. The Logos – the Word of God – had been
humbled by his Father, defeated at the moment of his greatest
victory. Yet, in time, he learned the lesson – the fundamental lesson
on the nature of the idol – that he now knew he needed to know.
For those 7 months, Seraphim Michael of Eternity resided in Kalon.
Mankind, now with the firsthand knowledge of the reality of God’s
presence amongst them, did, strangely enough, what had been hoped for
by so many, and repented of much of its evil ways. For the first time
in mankind’s history, on a global scale, knowledge of the spiritual
realm and God’s existence seemed proven and undeniable. While some
diehards maintained an alien invasion, a not unpopular theory, the
majority had generally conceded on the issue of religious truth and
the existence of God. With Kalon shining above Zion night and day,
held in place, seemingly only by the power of the spirit of God,
nearly every scientist had conceded that spiritual power of some sort
must be at work, as no other explanation seemed plausible. And thus,
as it was written, God’s home came to be with mankind, and God himself
dwelt again with the children of men.
The nations healed. Hope became reborn. Michael judged mankind and,
as was true in the nature of his beloved son, exercised grace and
mercy in harmony with the necessary rebukes when and were called for.
And people, seemingly, for the first time in oh so long, were again
happy. Joy resided in Jerusalem – old and new. People found peace
with God. And life, for so many, found that meaning, that elusive
meaning, which seemed now, what they had been searching for all along.
And life, as life does, continued on. It charted its merry way into
the unknown future. Lives were led. Dreams were pursued. Hearts
were broken, and healed. And what it is all about, anyway, continued
on as it steadily and eternally had done so.
It was later on, a few year later, that Jesus was sitting in Azion in
his room, Samael opposite him, both of them looking down at the chess
set before them, ready to continue a long postponed game. The Apostle
Paul was sitting near them, and after a while, having been reading 1
Corinthians, spoke up.
‘If I speak in the tongues of mortals and of angels, but do not love,
I am a noisy gong or a clanging cymbal. And if I have prophetic
powers, and understand all mysteries and all knowledge, and if I have
all faith, so as to remove mountains, but do not have love, I am
nothing. If I give away all my possessions, and if I hand over my
body so that I may boast, but do not have love, I gain nothing.’
‘Love is patient; love is kind; love is not envious or boastful or
arrogant or rude. It does not insist on its own way; it is not
irritable or resentful; it does not rejoice in wrongdoing, but
rejoices in the truth. It bears all things, believes all things,
hopes all things, endures all things.’
‘Love never fails.’
‘But as for prophecies, they will fail………..’
Paul left off speaking then, looked at Logos and Samael briefly, and
stood and left the room.
Samael and Logos continued staring at the chess set, both studying
intently. Eventually Samael spoke up.
‘I do remember that verse – ‘They will fail.’ I do remember that.’
Logos looked at the chess set for a while, and then finally looked up
at Samael. And then he grinned.
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