Chronicles of the Children of Destiny 'Morning Stars 1024'

[Daniel Thomas Andrew Daly]

Chronicles of the Children of Destiny

Morning Stars 1024

By

Daniel Thomas Andrew Daly

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Prologue

And time has passed. And things have come to be. And, yet still,
more will come. For destiny is life and life is destiny. And as they
walk together, hand in hand, who can say just what will be…………..

Part One

The Dreaming

Chapter One

Callodyn the Cherubim – a regular angel in most ways, dear to God,
creative, gentle and usually holy. Yet, he sought, now, after so many
years of existence, a more permanent mate. He’d had several thousand
wives and millions of children by now, but something was lacking. A
relationship. A solid and lasting relationship. And, as his
billionth year came and went, Callodyn the Cherubim became more and
more anxious to truly settle down with a mate and live out his eternal
life. For Callodyn this was a priority yet to be fully satisfied.
And while Kayella, his twin, always seemed probably the most desirable
option to meet this desire in the end, he sensed there were others –
other women, coming into the life of Callodyn, which might just offer
him what he desired. That might just offer him most of all what he
now desired to completely and happily fulfil his life.

* * * * *

Callodyn knew that destiny had had much to say in his life. And after
countless millions of years of life – in fact, he recalled passing the
billion year mark not too long ago (An American Billion, that is) -
Callodyn realized he really had been going on for a fair while. Was
he ageless, now, as some people liked to say. That had become a
popular theme after Metatron’s Billionth birthday had been reached.
Ageless – unchanging – settled. The angels were who and what they
were, and did what it was they did. Callodyn knew, in truth, life was
somewhat like that anyway. On planets out in humanity’s section, the
sun rose, the sun set and things were centred around such constants.
The day’s passed by, and did it really matter in the end? Of course,
he had met Apholox just the once, having been a special guest of the
theophany when he showed him ‘Timehaven’. And they had briefly
mentioned something about ‘The Grand Conclusion of Climactic Harmony’
and some reference to the ‘End of Time’. But God had looked at
Callodyn when they were talking and then, looking very squarely at
him, said to Apholox ‘But we can speak of that another time, Aphy.’
And that was all he had said. But what was the ‘Grand Conclusion’ all
about? And when, if ever, would it happen? Of course, that was a
matter of speculation, but he dared to believe that God had given him
the information for a reason.

Perhaps they were involved in cycles. Cycles of life. They would
live out a complete run of existence, doing what they would do, and
when they had completed a circuit, begin again in a strange and new
and unique way. Perhaps that was what it was all about. Or perhaps
not. Only God knew.

But, for now, Callodyn was happy enough. He lived in Tuggeranong
Valley – or to be precise, one of several million Tuggeranong
Valley’s, on the disc of Canbraphora, the 30th disc of the Realm of
Eternity. He had not specifically chosen the particular Tuggeranong
Valley he found himself in, and found it ironic that he had likewise
lived in such a place in his time on earth. However, instead, it was
the theophany who also lived in this particular Tuggeranong Valley,
down in the Lanyon section, and had asked Callodyn to live in
Macarthur with his father and mother, Cyril and Mary, who were still
together after all this time. Some things, it seemed, didn’t change a
lot, or perhaps were not meant to.

There were others, though, who were special to God and lived in this
particular valley as well. Miley Cyrus had a home in Macarthur, not
far from Callodyn, and was in town every few years for a couple of
months, mainly to be with God who had likewise asked her to, but she
saw Callodyn a lot as well. He’d had a long crush on her.

Schizophrenia had flared up again, after a long absence. It was,
supposedly, a condition of life for certain people and would never
completely disappear. But, with good therapy, it often left someone
almost completely alone for periods of upwards a million years or so.
But, inevitably, it would come back some day with a vengeance.
Callodyn had asked the theophany about the condition once, but all God
would say was that certain personality traits attracted the condition,
yet it would eventually be sorted out. Callodyn did not really live
in fear of the condition, though, but it was something to always be
aware of.

His twin, Kayella, visited from time to time. She was mostly busy
with her music career and occasional acting commitments, but she did
make time for Cal and said she was fond of him. He had several
children after all this time, and he provided an online diary for when
they wanted to visit, but he usually stressed that with so many of
them it would be best if they learned a degree of independence and
only saw dad when they really needed to. Still something of a loner,
deep down, was what Callodyn generally thought of himself – despite
the fact he often put up a brave extroverted type of front.

What constituted the life of Callodyn, Cherubim of God, after having
reached a billion years of age was a predictable life somewhat, all
things considered. Destiny had had a say, and he was used to the
merry ways and fortunes which such a spirit presented to him. But,
still, something new was to enter upon the life of Daniel Daly.
Something new, not encountered before, and puzzled upon greatly by
himself at the conclusion of things.

Callodyn was sitting in his room at 29 Merriman Crescent in Macarthur
in Tuggeranong, were he resided with his father Cyril and his mother
Mary. Not far from them, just down the valley at Lanyon, God was at
home on the Sabbath, watching MTV which he watched quite frequently,
relaxing, eating cold pizza and drinking coke. He glanced up at the
calendar noted the date again, and looked at his watch. 4 minutes to
go. Time to pray.

He went into his prayer room, turned down the lights, kneeled, and
prayed simply. ‘Let him enjoy what will come, ultimately. He has
earned it.’ And that was all he said.

A few minutes later at 29 Merriman Crescent a knock came to the door.
Cyril answered it and found, in front of him, a beautiful lady,
dressed in greeny bluey colours. ‘I am Aquamarine, Cyril. Is Daniel
at home?’

‘Uh, yes. He went back through the living room, Mary glancing at the
stranger at the front door, and knocked on Daniel’s door. Daniel left
off the computer game he was playing and came to see the person his
father said wanted to see him.

She was stunning. Quite probably the most beautiful lady he had ever
seen and, when she introduced herself as Aquamarine and asked him to
accompany her, without giving any direct reason, he was so overcome
with her beauty that he couldn’t refuse.

‘Dad, mum. Aquamarine has asked me to go with her somewere. I have
my wallet so don’t necessarily expect me back soon. I will let you
know if I will be gone for a while.’

‘Enjoy yourself,’ said Cyril. Daniel nodded.

Aquamarine led the way to a flashy sports-car, all aquamarine in
colour like her clothing, and Daniel hopped into the passenger seat.

‘Where are we going?’ he asked.

‘You’ll see,’ responded Aquamarine.

They started driving and 5 minutes later, having gone down the
southern exit on the road to Cooma, Daniel sensed this was no day
trip. He would be busy a while.

Chapter Two

‘Why are we at the Tathra portal? Where are we going?’

Aquamarine said nothing. She spoke a word, though, one which Daniel
could not quite hear, while hearing it at the same time. It was a
mysterious word, and it felt like the spirit of Aquamarine herself, as
if from another tongue of a distant culture, perhaps not even human or
angelic. And suddenly the portal shimmered in the same Aquamarine
colour. Aquamarine turned to him. ‘I will go first, then you
follow. And don’t worry. You will understand in time.’ He looked
bemused, but when she stepped through he steeled himself, prayed a
silent prayer to God for protection and stepped in.

* * *

‘Calm. Peace. Steady calmness. Peace. Comfort. Comfort.
Comfort. Peace.’

He swam – slowly – elegantly – as if suddenly gifted with a new talent
which had been there all along, but never realized. Nor able to be
realized. For he was suddenly no longer angel. He was suddenly –
other.

Aquamarine was ahead of him, and as he swam he again felt the peace
and calm of what seemed like a neverending ocean of pure bliss
surround him, take his fears, take his worries, and tell him that all
was right in the world, that all was as it should be.

And then suddenly, as if totally contrary, she took a sharp left, and
they were in human form, on a seashore, looking over the vast ocean
they had just left.

Aquamarine spoke.

‘These are the shores of forbidden destiny. You are different,
Callodyn. Not like the others. You are special to God. Chosen by
him. He will show you things. Things of the other. Things not human
– not angelic. He will show you these things…………………………… Because he
loves you, Callodyn. He loves you.

Callodyn nodded, knowing that much, perhaps more than anything else
that was and could be, was true. God loved him. He loved him.

A fireplace was burning, and a rod of steel on hooks was holding
cooked fish. She sat down next to the fireplace and took the rod,
eating the fish off of it. ‘It is good fish,’ she said, and offered
the rod to him. He sat, took the rod, and ate the fish. The taste
was surreal. Fish in its purest form, yet prepared sacrificially it
seemed, almost, for him to enjoy to and to gain sustenance. Part of
the circle of life.

They ate. And she climbed a tree, brought down a coconut, cracked it,
and they drank coconut milk.

The wind blew, and twilight almost suddenly came upon them, yet
Callodyn had sensed it encroaching all the time.

‘We will need shelter,’ said Aquamarine.

They came up to the trees and, for the first time, he realized they
were on a small island. The plants were different – comforting –
natural for this place. He gathered some large leaves and they
covered themselves on the edge of the beach.

Aquamarine gazed up at the night sky and stars appeared. She spoke.
‘God’s imagination is eternal, Callodyn. He dreams of things you will
perhaps never comprehend or ascertain. But that is how you were
made. And for a reason. This place is part of the dreaming. Part of
the heart of God, from were you were born. And I think you know that
anyway. It is from here that creation came to be. Creation is bound
on law – on rules – on fixed matter. But this dreaming world knows no
such law. It is what it will be. It is bound, if by any law, the law
of love. And that love seeks eternal perfection for all who reside
within it.

Callodyn nodded. And he let go.

He suddenly let go of everything. All the worries, all the dreams,
all the plans of his life. He let them be what they were. Silly
little anxieties. Nothing compared with the beauty of love.

And he rested. And he slept.

Chapter Three

The car was racing around the track. Faster, faster and even faster.
And suddenly it was at light speed, and Daniel felt ecstasy.

The scene suddenly changed. He was the Red Baron, and he had just
shot down another enemy. And he was on the ground, making a mark on
his plane, another victory.

Then he was wrestling an alligator – and winning. And then he was in
a hot air balloon. And then he awoke, back on the beach.

Aquamarine was still asleep, but the early morning was upon them and
the sun looked as if it was about to rise. He stood, walked down the
beach a little, and gazed. And, as the sun rose in splendour, he
noticed Aquamarine standing beside him, gazing at its glory.

‘It is good to be alive, Daniel.’

‘Yes,’ he responded.

This was life. For Daniel, sleeping on the beach with Aquamarine,
watching the sun rise, eating fish, drinking coconut milk and water
from a stream which bubbled up from the centre of the island. It was
as simple as this. They watched the ocean, Daniel lost in its
mysterious ways, the calmness starting to become part of his nature,
becoming part of his very being.

The weeks passed, and then months, and suddenly he felt as if it had
been a lifetime with Aquamarine, gazing at the splendour of the ocean,
watching the stars at night, being at peace.

And she talked with him, and he got to know her. And, finally, after
a year, she came to him one night and asked him for his love. And
they were passionate.

The native appeared sometime in the second year, all dark skinned,
looking like any Pacific islander. He had a spear and threatened
them, and Daniel stood between the savage and Aquamarine, protecting
her.

‘What do you want?’ asked Daniel, but the savage just stood there,
threatening with his spear. And then he noticed the fish, lowered his
spear, and walked over, knelt down, and ate the fish. When he was
finished he looked at them, smiled, and walked away. And as the weeks
passed he came regularly, eating the fish, cautiously looking at them,
always with his spear ready, and then departing. And then, after
about a dozen times, he came no more.

The lagoon was perhaps his favourite part of the island. The fresh
water from the stream bubbled into it, and they swam. And she was
naked much of the time, her beautiful figure always catching his eye.
This was life like nothing else. Life in paradise.

When the ship appeared on the horizon Daniel didn’t know what to
think. Aquamarine had said nothing of there leaving, and he dared not
ask, such bliss he was feeling. But the pirates came onto the island,
buried their treasure and, when they spied them the pirates came over,
raised their pistols, and told them to get into the rowing boat in a
very thick English accent from a county of England which Daniel
somehow knew didn’t even exist in his experience.

They were kept underboard in chains for the first few days, but they
were given food and water. Aquamarine told him not to worry, but
Daniel was perplexed. What was happening? And then the captain
brought them on board, handed Daniel a dagger and, pushing him and
Aquamarine to the plank, sharks circling underneath, yelled at him.
‘Jump in or taste led, landlubber. And so they jumped.’

He killed the first shark with a sharp jab, but the second one rammed
into his side and it hurt for a while. But it disappeared and they
were alone, treading water, the ship disappearing. Aquamarine smiled
at him. ‘You were brave,’ she said.

‘I don’t know if braveness will save us now.’

‘We swim.’

And so they swam, and the island came back into view, and they made
the shore.

The second year passed, and so did the third and fourth. And then she
was pregnant and Daniel would be a father again.

He called the child Cyril, and he was a beautiful blonde baby boy.
And they were a family.

‘We have one more week here. Only one. Cyril will be staying here.
Tomorrow he will be 18 and nearly fully grown.’ Daniel didn’t
understand, but in the morning Cyril was 18, true to her words, and
the week passed and they bid him farewell. And suddenly they were
flying again, in the air, returned to the dreaming and what would be.

Chapter Four

The bulldozer ran again and again and again over the ground. And
then, the driver named Naboth was satisfied, looked at the ground,
smiled and left. ‘They will never find my treasure,’ he smiled to
himself.

Suddenly they appeared, Daniel and Aquamarine, and she turned to him.
‘We have to find Naboth’s treasure. It will be no more than 1 mile
from here in any direction.’

‘Who is Naboth,’ asked Daniel.

‘Somebody with a sense of humour,’ responded Aquamarine.

They searched. For three solid weeks they searched, and Daniel was
ready to give up. ‘We’ll never find it.’

‘It always has to be able to be found, in the end,’ responded
Aquamarine. ‘Naboth agreed to those terms.’

‘Then what do we do?’ he said, ready to give up.

‘Let’s return to the starting place and start again,’ she said. And
so they did.

He was drinking a coca cola and eating a hamburger, which they had
gotten from the café at the side of the Matrix, existing presumably
just to serve them, when Daniel, munching down his burger, looked at
the central section. It was all dirt. Rough dirt. Nothing like the
rest of the Matrix, as Aquamarine had called it.

‘Why is this all dirt?’ he asked, indicating the square.

She looked at him. ‘I don’t know. Why is it?’

He continued eating his burger, finished off his coke, and said ‘Let’s
go to the café. They have a shovel in their small shop.’ And they
did.

The shovel cost him 5% of the treasure, should they find it, but
Daniel decided he didn’t mind 5% as he didn’t want to use his hands.
That could take forever.

They spent four weeks digging, taking turns, when Daniel hit metal.
And after much digging they unearthed a rather large safe. When it
was all cleared away he looked at the front. There was a lever and a
combination lock.

‘Great. How do we solve this?’

‘What’s your favourite number,’ she asked him.

’45,’ he responded.

‘Try that.’

He did. The safe opened. There was gold, silver and platinum, as
well as rubies, diamonds and pearls and other precious stones. They
were rich.

‘We’ll have to spend it wisely,’ she said. ‘Remember, we owe 5%.

‘I thought that was a good investment,’ he said.

‘We’ll see,’ she said.

When the café brought all the precious treasure, the debit card
account was for 95 Trillion credits, after the 5% of the café’s cut
for the shovel. Unfortunately they didn’t have enough for the grand
mystery prize which cost 100 Trillion. ‘That is what we would have
got for some hard work,’ said Aquamarine in a sarcastic tone.

‘Why does that matter?’ he queried.

‘They are always good, the grand prizes. Something special.’

‘Oh well. There is always next time.’

‘I guess,’ she responded.

The exit ticket from the matrix cost 5 trillion, and they spent a lot
on various things Aquamarine said they would need, and loaded them
into their camper van. And then, coming to the ramp, they put in the
exit ticket they had purchased, the gates opened and a bridge appeared
over the large chasm, and they were free, off to their next adventure.

Chapter Five

‘This looks like Australia,’ said Daniel, looking out the window as
they drove along.

‘Does it?’ responded Aquamarine, who was currently driving.

‘Yeh. But nowhere I have seen in Australia before. Totally new.’

‘Expect that here. God DOES like originality from time to time.’

‘I know,’ he responded.

They drove and the day passed slowly. They were long days, so far,
upwards of 40 hours for daylight and the same for night. But that
fluctuated. At night they drank water and other drinks and sat out
the front of the van, waved the flies away, and stared at the stars,
as the radio continued playing Aussie Country and Western.

Then they came to the pub. It was full of aborigines in Akubras, all
of them named Jim. ‘Hey Jim,’ one would say. ‘Hey Jim,’ said the
other. Daniel finally spoke. ‘Why are you all named Jim?’

‘Cause we are from Snowy River,’ they said as one. And Daniel Smiled.

The pub served several Australian beers. And Daniel and Aquamarine
got wasted one night and made passionate, if not slurred, love to each
other.

They spent three weeks at the pub, watching the Man from Snowy River
in the Pub Lounge each night with their meal of chicken schnitzel,
chips and salad, which was all they served. Fortunately it was well
made and tasted great. And then they were off, back to the road.

The rock came upon them slowly, but after several weeks of travelling
towards it, it got bigger and bigger all the time.

‘This is Uluru,’ she said. ‘The REAL Uluru.’

‘It’s fucking huge,’ he responded.

‘Wait till we get there.’

Uluru was 78 kilometres long, 18 kilometres high, and the tourist
destination of choice for Australian’s in the dreaming. They met all
sorts there, and when Daniel inquired as to wether they were going to
climb it, she asked him, ‘Well are we?’

‘It will take a while.’

‘We have time, Danny.’

‘We’ll need a lot of supplies.’

‘We have cash.’

‘Ok then. Lets do it.’

It took them a number of weeks of steady climbing, but when they were
at the top they looked around and saw all of Australia in the
dreaming. All of it – except Tasmania, which stubbornly refused to be
seen. Daniel slept that night, and dreamt. And the dreamtime lords
appeared to him. And they asked him ‘Are you a true son of Uluru?’
And he said nothing, not yet sure how to respond. And they smiled at
him, nodded and left. And he woke.

When they had reached the bottom they purchased some boomerangs and
returned to the road. But a few days back on their trip he was out
one night, throwing the boomerang and catching it, when a large
Kangaroo hopped by. ‘I’ll be an Abo,’ he thought to himself, and
flung the boomerang. It hit the Kangaroo and he was dazed by it. He
came over, retrieved the boomerang and looked at the roo. Suddenly
Aquamarine was by him, with a large Mick Dundee knife. ‘Well, are you
a true son of Uluru?’ she asked, offering him the knife and indicating
the kangaroo. He smiled, looked at the roo, had some compassion for
an animal he didn’t really want to eat after all and responded, ‘I
guess not.’ And the kangaroo, getting carefully to its feet, looked
at him, into his soul, and almost nodded, before hopping away.

They returned to the road, returned to their journey, and Aquamarine
said one night. ‘Cyril will meet us at our next stop. He has grown.
He is enjoying life. I can tell you this now. He will be your child,
one day, back in reality. All children are born here, first, in the
dreaming.’

‘I know,’ he responded.

And they continued on, driving on, driving into the world of the
dreaming.

Chapter Six

‘You know, Daniel. I have had many lovers. But you are special. You
are soft. So many are hard, but you are soft. Yet strong enough for
me as well.’

‘It is how he made me. I don’t think I got much of a choice.’

‘Who does,’ she responded.

As they drove the scenery gradually changed, and they had come into
New South Wales. And then they were suddenly nearing Canberra in the
Dreaming, and found themselves at Yass.

She took him to the library and they surfed the Internet. ‘I haven’t
seen any of these sites before,’ he said after a while. Everything is
different. So many familiar people, but nothing like I have seen of
them before. Bands, Actors, all sorts of people. All different. All
– almost younger. I don’t know.’

‘This is their birthplace, Daniel. You were born in the dreaming as
well. They are famous now, on earth or in the heavenlies. But we of
the dreaming know them to and we keep the works of their youth right
here. You will find things you may have once known, but now
forgotten. And you will find things you had never known.’

‘You said that. I would find things nobody knows of.’

‘Only those chosen to come to the dreaming can find these things. Few
are chosen. Few fit in after their time on earth. They become too –
hard. To demanding. Too self important. You have always favoured
humility. God has brought you home. Home to enjoy what you once
knew, and to find your peace again. You needed it. Your kind always
has.’

‘My kind?’

‘Schizophrenics. Schizophrenia is more than it seems. It is not a
disease. It is a condition of a special soul.’

‘Really?’’ he said.

She smiled. ‘Perhaps. Or perhaps I am only telling you what you want
to hear.’

He grinned. ‘Very funny, Aquamarine.’ And she laughed.

They returned to the van and continued driving and he suddenly felt
tired. Suddenly all the things which had been happening to him since
coming here were catching up with him. He had been on a high, and
needed a rest. And he told her as much and she said she understood.

They found a river, just north of Canberra, and camped the van. And
she laid down next to him and said ‘Cyril will be with us in the
morning. We will rest here a while. Let you recover.’

‘Thank you,’ he said. ‘And they rested.’

Cyril was with them in the morning, and he didn’t speak much,
remaining quiet. He had changed, as if he had been through
something. Some trial of some kind.

They played squatter, the board game, and monopoly and chess and
risk. And they drank a lot in the summer weather and ate salad. The
fridge of the dreaming was replenished each morning, due to one of the
charms which Aquamarine had bought back at the café. A wise
investment.

It was sunny days, living with Aquamarine, getting to know his son.
Simple living. And Aquamarine said they could stay a decade or so if
he liked. And he did. And the years came, and they went. And he was
at peace – a peace like no other – a peace of finding a home like no
other – and for this Daniel was so thankful to God for the purest gift
he had ever received.

Chapter Seven

When they ventured onwards, they came to Canberra. And, knowing
nowhere better to live, they made an offer for 29 Merriman, which was
accepted, and they moved in. And then Aquamarine spoke. ‘Our time
here is coming to an end. But something important will happen to you
first. And then we leave.’

He nodded. Despite in so many ways wishing he could remain forever,
he knew it was time to go. Perhaps some things were too good to be
true, but no. Reality beckoned, and he needed to get home.

But, first of all, he visited Parliament house. And he was greeted in
the visitors gallery by an ex labour party politician. And the
politician liked Daniel and spoke with him. And he was asked if he
would like to join the Labour party, and he accepted.

It was a hectic 17 years, and Aquamarine said all the time they would
be going soon, and he always knew it to be true, but suddenly, not
knowing how, he sat for a seat, was elected, and was suddenly a
cabinet member. And after 7 more years, the party in opposition, they
took a liking to him and he was opposition leader. And then the
election, and he got in with a 7% swing to the labour party, which was
enough. And he was Prime Minister.

And then, suddenly, Aquamarine was by his side, and he ruled the
world, and they were gone, through the speed of light, into the ocean
of bliss and, suddenly, back at Tathra, standing in front of the
portal.

He looked at the sky – it seemed familiar – almost as if it was the
way he had left it, which he knew could not be true. But when they
stopped at a café to eat, he looked at a newspaper, and it was the day
they had left. He was stunned.

‘Time hasn’t changed, Aqua.’

She smiled. ‘Go figure, Daniel.’

They drove home, up the mountains, back through Nimmitabel and Cooma
and, then back home, at 29 Merriman Crescent. And Aquamarine said to
him. ‘I haven’t been born, yet, Callodyn. My time here has been a
privilege. But I am of the dreaming. I will see you again, though,
one day. For there was a reason for all of this. You won’t
understand now, but you will. In time you will.’ And she kissed him
on the cheek, and she got back into her sports-car, and drove off.
And he said hello to his mum and dad, went back into his room, laid
down on his bed, and said, ‘Well how about that.’ And shortly,
feeling tired, he fell asleep, back off to the world of dreaming.

Part Two

Reality

Chapter Eight

‘He’s no good, I tell you. No good. He’s a charlatan. Totally unfit
for office.’

Callodyn watched on, listening to his father’s words, not really sure
if he was agreeing or not, but curious. The current Prime Minister of
Canbraphora, answerable to the Seraphim angel Devuel who was the
overseer to Canbraphora, 30th born of the Male Seraphim and thus
overseer to the 30th disc, was on the receiving end of some complaints
from many such voices as his father, Cyril’s, none more hostile than
the current opposition leader of the labour party, John Guinness, a
human. The Prime Minister, Shan Tanentay, was a half human, half
cherubim, with no wings, but even they could not help him it seemed.
He was on the receiving end of many allegations that he had been
influential in a number of fixed sporting results for the bookies.
There was no clear proof though – only questionable evidence – and as
it was the 30th disc of the Realm of Eternity, the one which began the
major habitation by human’s as well, God had generally gotten into the
custom of remaining silent, nor allowing other specialist angels get
involved in such affairs of law and the courts. In other words, if
someone was guilty, they would only know if they got a confession if
there were no witnesses or that the courts found them guilty beyond a
reasonable doubt, which is how it was run in Canbraphora.

Shan was the head of the ‘Advance Canbraphora’ party, one of the long
established parties of Canbraphora. It was in office about 5% of the
time, which was about the most any particular party ever really
achieved, nearly always with a power sharing agreement under the one
party who usually got the most votes. There were several established
parties in Canbraphora, so power sharing was common. The agreements
usually figured around which side of the spectrum – left wing or right
wing – could gain the most support at any particular election. It
fluctuated, naturally, but often there were voices which said it was
either a leftist or right wing government at any particular time. It
depended on the parties involved in government.

Life in Canbraphora was, in many ways, hectic. Callodyn had found it
not unlike life on earth and was drawn to it because of it. He was
the overseer for Callophora, which was the 368th disc of the Realm of
Eternity. Yet, he had long ago delegated responsibility to a series
of anxious angels who he had known for a long time, angels with
ambition who wanted a chance at running one of the central discs. And
really, now, they were central. Very central. Not every single male
Cherubim disc had yet been created, but they were through about 40% of
them, meaning there were now over 300,000 discs of the Realm of
Eternity, and the distances to the outermost rim were – well, to put
it simply – incredible. Of course, each rim continued the tradition
of doubling the distance from the centre of the rim to the outermost
part of the prior disc, but as strange as it may sound, while the
distances of the outermost rim was in numbers beyond imagination,
population continued on in such a steady exponentially growing fashion
that there was a continual demand for the new rims anyway. The
children of God all had to find a home and build their empires of
glory and, so God assured them all, it was called the Realm of
Eternity for a reason. Naturally, the entire realm was still sparsely
populated, but God made it clear that he was working ahead of schedule
in the expanding of the Realms, mainly to get all the Cherubim discs
put in place before he would rest for a while. ‘They need to be
established first,’ he had commented to Callodyn once. ‘They will be
filled up in time – inevitably.’

Callodyn had found his home in Canbraphora primarily because the
theophany lived there and had asked him to live nearby. It was a
section of Canbraphora that was restricted due to the theophany’s
presence and it was mainly the kind of people who were familiar with
God and his ways and quite personally dedicated to him that resided
there. Those who did not quite make such a fuss about him, and who
would leave him be to run his own life, yet also respected him deeply
and were friendly to him. It was a close, special circle of friends
in many ways, and in this particular Tuggeranong valley you found a
number of old souls who had been around for many a long year, Callodyn
one of them. Miley Cyrus also lived here from time to time, a singer
and actress God was particularly fond of. But, around here, and
further out, you found a number of the older angels and humans – the
special ones – ones who had been around since the first few millions
years of life, when things were young and everyone was still learning
about it all.

‘You know, you should run for Prime Minister,’ said Cyril to Daniel.
‘You’d be good at it. You have all that experience behind you and the
overseer of Callophora would have an excellent chance.’

‘Mmm,’ responded Daniel. The idea was interesting. Prime Minister.
Should he join a party and have a go? It could be interesting.

‘Maybe one day, dad. One day. Not for now, though. I am just
treading water at the moment – thinking on my next major project.’

‘What, don’t you have enough money? I thought your businesses were
raking in the quadrillions.’

‘They are. Don’t get me wrong. And my stockbrokers continue buying
new realm shares regularly. Oh, and the books still sell
extraordinarily well. I have more than enough to live on, ok.’

‘So you should. Even with the shocking prices you get for living in
Canbraphora.’

‘Location, location, location, says the realtor. You would hardly
expect things to be cheap, living in the heart of eternity. And they
will only go up, you know. That is the way of things as the realm
continues eternally expanding.’

‘Yes, I know,’ responded his father.

‘You know, realm credits now have over 700 basic divisions of
currency. The credit is still the most valuable, but underneath it
are over 700 subunits. They use the lesser ones further out.’

‘I know, Daniel. I do know if we moved outwards – way out – we would
be overlords, practically.’

‘Yes. Vast wealth. Too much, perhaps.’

‘Well, what is your next big project. What next for Callodyn?’

‘I don’t know. Not yet. But something. Something new. Something
not done before by myself.’

‘Which would be what?’

‘I don’t know. Start making violins, possibly. I haven’t tackled
them yet.’

‘Didn’t you do pianos for a while? I seem to remember a company you
started.’

‘Yes. Xaddadaxx Pianos and Keyboards. They are still in business.
Doing well my main financial advisor tells me.’

‘So now it is violins. I guess the entire orchestra eventually.’

‘Possibly.’

‘Will they be Xaddadaxx Violins?’

‘I will probably use my Xadina Omega brand. Or my Xadonemmetry music
label. Possibly even electronic violins under the Xadonemmetry name.’

‘I always liked that name. Xadonemmetry. Sounds lovely.’

‘Mum thinks so to.’

‘How well do you knew electronics?’

‘Well enough. I have a number of degrees in the subject, now. But it
would take a good few centuries of study and then the research to get
the project done properly. I need a long refresher.’

‘Don’t we all,’ said Cyril, who turned back to the TV.

‘Yes,’ don’t we all,’ said Daniel.

Chapter Nine

Daniel actually, upon Cyril’s suggestion, did join the labour party –
again. He had been a member previously on and of a number of times,
but usually gone back to his own private world and his own affairs.
But, perhaps even somewhat inspired by his time in the dreaming, he
took it unto himself to begin a process of studying the political
matters of Canbraphora to, hopefully, make something of a positive
impact in the fullness of time. And then it was suggested he run for
a local seat, which he, thinking of no good reason to refuse, accepted
and was successful in gaining it. He was now a representative.

47 years doing this work, slowly studying his electronics as well, and
his life was full. He did not have much time for family ambitions
during this time, but it was late one night, out with a labour party
colleague, at the ‘Liquid Lounge’ in a city club, that a lady stopped
him, looked at him, and he was shocked. It was Aquamarine. ‘Do I…Do
I know you?’ she asked.

He decided to be smart. ‘I don’t know. Do you?’

She smiled at him, came over and sat down next to him. He ordered her
a drink. 4 months later they were married.

* * * * *

They were at the Tathra coast, enjoying their honeymoon, and they were
out sailing the ocean, when an old fashioned ship – a novelty pirate
ship the community ran – came by. They were invited on board and, in
good humour, the captain said ‘Now walk the plank, ye landlubber. And
they did. Fortunately, there were no sharks this time, and they swam
safely back to their catamaran and, the day over, returned to shore.

She conceived on their honeymoon and, the following day, as they left,
they ran into a dark skinned man just booking a hotel room in the
hotel they were staying in. Daniel looked at him. He looked closely
at him, almost swore at the resemblance, but said ‘No….He couldn’t
be.’ The man gave him a funny look, pushed past him into the
restaurant, and as they were paying their final bill he could just
make out the man ordering the crumbed fish. Now wasn’t that ironic.

* * * * *

Cyril was born 9 months later, and Daniel already knew his name. He
was a beautiful bouncing blonde baby boy and Daniel delighted in him,
as did his own father Cyril. A grand-son after his own name.

They were a family then, happy, content. And when, in Cyril’s 18th
year, they were up at Dalgety on the Snowy River, staying at a pub
overnight, the Aborigine in the Akubra’s hat just brought a quiet
smile to Callodyn the Cherubim. He really didn’t need to ask after
his name.

Chapter Ten

The dove sat on the rod extending out from the pine tree in the back
of 29 Merriman Crescent. Daniel had put the rod in there a few years
prior to make it a potential place for birds to sit so the family
could enjoy watching them. And while bird watching had never exactly
been a family hobby, they were creature conscious in accordance with
their green sensibilities.

The dove was all white, apart from a splotch of black on the chest,
and it had become a regular visitor. Which was strange. Doves were
not, exactly, the kind of birds you find in Canbraphora very often.
But they were there, and Daniel, Aquamarine and their son Cyril
enjoyed watching it.

Cyril’s grandfather, Cyril, was out the back near the apple tree,
sitting with Mary, resting in the shade of the tree, enjoying the
summer heat. The two of them were happy.

‘Well, Aqua. Shall we take Naboth up on his offer?’

‘I don’t know, Dan. It seems risky. I mean, he is asking for a heck
of an investment of your capital. Several quintillion credits is
nothing to be sneezed at, Daniel. You have had to be patient to save
that money.’

‘I know. But Partners in his expanding corporation in the outer
territories, with his guarantee to go on expanding for several
centuries of personal commitment is nothing to be sneezed at. Prices
are expensive here, as you know. Food just keeps in rising in price
with farming land so extremely expensive.’

‘Life at the heart of eternity, Daniel, as you constantly remind me.
But why do you worry. With your money you can live permanently at
Zaphon itself if you want to.’

‘Yes. But I have offspring, Aqua. Over a million. And I have
parental responsibilities to them when troubled times come along. I
still need to invest, and probably always will.’

‘Do you trust Naboth, then?’

‘He is old, now. Several million years. And he has risen quickly to
be able to get all the way here to Canbraphora. I have confidence in
him.’

‘Then invest.’

‘Yes. I guess. Anyway, will you be with me next week, or are you in
Cooma again. I always like your support for these labour party
functions.’

‘You know how they bore me, Daniel. Besides, if they are going to
choose you as their next leader I don’t think me being there either
way will matter. It’s about you.’

‘But I like you with me, sweetie. Didn’t I tell you that? You are in
my top 10 all time favourite wives. You are special to me.’

‘Top 10. How many have you had again?’

‘Several thousand.’

‘You are old, aren’t you?’

‘As old as they come, sweetie. Well, if you can’t make it, think
about me at least. And keep Cyril out of trouble. He should be
focused on his studies at the moment.’

‘Yes sir.’

‘Very funny.’

* * * * *

Daniel did invest with Naboth. Naboth was a Muslim, descended from
Ishmael, and he was focused on making money. Making lots of money.
Daniel felt his large capital investment likely worth the risk, but
things could always backfire. Still, the potential dividends from the
shares were not to be sneezed at, so he would wait and see.

The party did in fact back him after a few months and, suddenly, it
was election. And they were busily trying to form alliances. And
they did. And Daniel, not really aware that he was Prime Minister,
suddenly became quite aware when Devuel showed up, had a good chat
with him, and wished him luck in his responsibilities in his term in
office.

‘You’ll handle it, Call. You have always had a good rep. Our general
thrust of life in Canbraphora doesn’t really change, but whatever you
can offer, well see to it that you leave no stone unturned.’

Callodyn nodded. He would do his best.

Chapter Eleven

‘The question is, dear Callodyn, are you really a patriot to
Canbraphora? I know, with your obligations towards Callophora
ultimately that we can’t expect everything of you, but were is your
heart? Are you with us?’

Callodyn lit a cigarette, gazed at the Aboriginal elder, and
considered his response. They were the oldest settlers of
Canbraphora, the Namadgi people, and they were the heart of the disc
in many ways. And they wanted to know just how much loyalty Callodyn
had towards them before they would back him in a more long term
manner.

‘Canbraphora has much to offer, Callodyn. It is a crucial place in
the Realm of Eternity, were mankind’s rights begin in a sense, and
were we find our highest seats of authority in the Realm. If you want
to commit to life here we will support you, but we need a long term
commitment Callodyn. Preferably an eternal one. If you were to
drift, like so many do, ever outwards to the rim, or to the endless
parade of planets of human space, were people go ever outwards,
escaping the heart of God to so many, our investment in you would be
futile. Will you stay in the heart of God? Can we trust you?’

‘I know what you are saying, Alastair. I do know. But my mindset is
different. Even if I were to drift one day, I would inevitably
return. It is just the way I am. I have a home in Zaphon, a home in
Terraphora, and homes in Canbraphora and Callophora. And many other’s
as well. The heart of eternity will never be lost to me. I may
travel one day, see the universe, see all its glory. But the heart is
my home too, Alastair. That won’t really change. It is the way I
am. The way I have become.

Alastair looked at him, looked at him with piercing eyes, almost into
his very soul. ‘Then you truly are one of us, Callodyn. A true
Canbraphoran. A true Australian.’

‘I guess so,’ he responded.

They relaxed then, ate their meal, and as the night passed, watching a
Rugby League match, Callodyn knew those words of his were true. He
knew himself well enough now. And he knew, as psalm 139 said, no
matter were he went, God was there. He could never, really, escape
him. And home was just that – home. It was a simple as that –
really, as simple as that.

Chapter Twelve

After 300 years with Aquamarine, Cyril having grown up and drifted
outwards saying he would look his parents up one day, but happy to go
drift for a while, Aquamarine said it was time for them to complete
their marriage.

‘I love you, Daniel. Very much. And I will be forever your friend.
But – but I want to explore. I want to go off and see it all – see
everything. And that will take me practically forever. You have
given me so much wealth and my investments will last forever, that I
just want to travel and be a free spirit in my youth, if you know what
I mean. I love you, but I must leave you sweetheart.’

He was disappointed. Really, he was. But they separated and, just
before she left, she agreed that a divorce would probably be the most
sensible thing. And then she was gone. Off to her life. Off to her
destiny.

* * * * *

Daniel went through 7 terms as Prime Minister, the governments always
forming under him after each election. They were satisfied with the
labour party for quite a while, the general Canbraphora populace, but
eventually his time came to an end. He had satisfied his objectives,
and wanted to pursue other interests.

Xadonemmetry launched its range of electronic violins a few centuries
later, and they were well received. And, for a while, Daniel was
happy. But, something was missing. He missed Aquamarine.

And then the schizophrenia resumed.

* * * * *

The theophany had this much to say. ‘I liked your policies. I
thought you should have stuck at that job for a while longer. It was
strengthening you. Teaching you responsibility. You need to be
strong, Callodyn. You need to be strong.’

‘I guess,’ responded Daniel.

They sat in God’s front room of his Lanyon home, drinking Coke, eating
cold pizza, and mulling over life in general. The TV set had MTV
playing, and God was in a good mood. But Daniel was lonely, and
needed a friend.

‘I have a suggestion,’ responded God. ‘Go visit Nimorel and Cimbrel.
They are not far from here.’

‘Maybe,’ said Daniel. ‘Yes, I suppose that is a good idea. I miss
them to.’

‘As you should,’ responded God.

It was several days later and Daniel was having an episode. He lost
his wallet, was wandering around the Brindabellas, and ended up Sunday
morning early, in Lanyon, in shorts and a t shirt, soaking after being
in the river. God found him, though, and took him home. Some
children needed looking after.

And then, still missing Aquamarine, he decided it would be right to
spend some time with Nimorel. And so, leaving for another part of
Canbraphora, he looked forward to seeing his older Seraphim sister and
something new for a while.

Chapter Thirteen

‘So, dear Daniel. Dear Callodyn. What are your views on
relationships of love?’

Callodyn looked at Nimorel, decided on honesty, and responded.

‘Well, dear Nimorel. I now have millions of children to various
mothers, most of these whom I never married. I give them an
inheritance of shares in companies – enough to retire on – and that is
were my financial obligation ends. I have an online diary they can
enter their request details for meeting me when they want to, but most
are usually out building their own dreams. As for marriage itself,
well rarely now. I would agree to marriage contracts with my twin
Kayella for periods of upwards of a million years, but usually no
longer. She has occasionally taken me up on such options. But
marriage rarely – only if I REALLY loved someone. Like you, for
instance. I’d marry you for a century or so, if interested.’

‘A standard contract, huh? I remember when that was a trailblazing
idea.’

‘Not anymore. Standard practice now. People live in the pragmatic
real world. Over fantasies of eternal devotion to just one partner.
Never works anyway – people have the habit of falling in love again
and again with many – it is just the reality of life. Although, I do
have a permanent concubine who has never married another man or had
any other children apart from our own. She says she is devoted to
me. I see her a bit more because of it.’

‘Do you want children with me, then?’ inquired Nimorel.

‘I always have. You have always been special to me, sis.’

‘Ok then. We will have a 100 year contract. I like you at the
moment. We can have 8 or 9 children. Is that suitable.’

‘Sounds perfect Nimorel.’

‘Anything to make you happy, Callie.’

* * * * *

He was with Nimorel for the whole century, and then they separated as
agreed. But something was wrong. He still missed Aquamarine. Yet
Miley showed up, and he thought he would entertain himself with
Destiny for a while. She was as good a friend as anyone.

* * * * *

‘Every Rose has its thorn, Destiny. Every rose.’

‘Stop calling me Destiny. You know how Eve hates that. She is always
jealous.’

‘Oh, Miley.’

The two of them were cruising around one of the endless Greenway
Hyperdome’s Tuggeranong’s were famous for, looking at this and that
store, Destiny with sunglasses on to shield her from any potential
fans who might recognize her. But that was life being Miley Cyrus –
difficult to hide.

‘So why exactly DOES every rose have its thorn, dear Callie.’

‘Well, you are a rose?’

She smiled. ‘Why, thank you Callodyn. I am flattered.’

‘But remember…’

‘Yes. So what is my thorn, dear Cherubim brother? What is my thorn?’

‘Well, to look at you, you are always in bloom. Such a completely and
utterly gorgeous rose of perfection. Little Billy Ray’s girl. Such a
sweetie.’

‘And the thorn?’

‘Oh. Just spend a few weeks with you. You notice the thorn. A
really untameable thorn.’

She nodded. He was not coming forth with the desired information.
But Callodyn had always been like that – most cryptic when he wanted
to be.

They continued cruising and came to an Intensity games arcade. ‘Let’s
play Daytona,’ said Callodyn.

‘I’ll kick your arse, Callie.’

‘We’ll see.’

And she did.

Four hours later, after pumping an alarming amount of credits into
Gauntlet 7, Miley was smiling. Her and Callodyn were on level 87, and
rumour had it that there were only 100 levels.

‘It gets difficult now,’ said Callodyn. ‘Be careful. White Death
will get you.’

They buzzed along, finding the exit at the top of the screen, but
Callodyn went to the side of the screen, up a narrow alleyway to get
to the exit, while Miley, while considering that, didn’t seem to worry
and walked her warrior character straight to the exit. But white
death sprang up, attacked her instantly, and drained all her life
force just before she got to the exit. And then she watched as
Callodyn safely disappeared down the exit, turned to her and smiled,
and said. ‘I told you to be careful.’

‘I’ll get you,’ she said under her breath.

That night they were passionate together. She liked him. She always
had. She left the rose, with the note. And, yes, the rose had its
thorn.

‘I love you Callodyn. I guess I always will. But I go through boys,
well, like cigarettes. Probably too many in the end. I am going now,
but we’ll catch up again some lifetime. Seeya.’

He cried a little, but remembered the truth about Miley Cyrus. She
never would be tamed. Never, ever, ever.

Chapter Fourteen

Yet Miley also could not soothe his hearts missing from Aquamarine.
Seemingly nothing or nobody could. Until he met someone – someone his
Seraphim brother Daniel had referred to him. A Cheruphim angel – a
Cherubim offspring – and a most remarkable angel of God. A most
remarkable angel indeed.

* * * * *

Rebecca Roshentay was an unusual cherubim. She was Indian in nature –
Asian Indian – with very beautiful looks. For a few centuries she had
been dating Daniel the Seraphim as one of his concubines in a sense,
but Daniel had sensed Rebecca was not for him in the end and
suggested, in his devilish self, she go and visit Callodyn in
Canbraphora. ‘You will find him interesting’, he had commented to
her.

Of course, upon meeting the Cherubim, the most obvious thing to notice
at first was the similarity in looks between Daniel and Callodyn. In
fact, if you didn’t know any better, you would have sworn they were
identical twins, apart from the obvious distinction in four wings for
Daniel as opposed to two wings for Callodyn. Yet, apart from that
significant distinction, they looked almost exactly alike. Yet, so
she had been told, amongst the Cherubim firstborns, there were a
number of close proximations to their Seraphim counterparts in looks.

Rebecca had found Daniel a delightful lover but, after dating Callodyn
for several weeks after his breakup with a significant popstar, she
found Callodyn intoxicating. He was more in her way of thinking as an
appropriate kind of counterpart. She knew from Callodyn’s own words
that he was eternally devoted to his twin Kayella, yet she also knew
that such devotion could never, in Callodyn’s own words, be on a
permanent ongoing basis. That much of one angel he could never cope
with – he needed his independence.

And so, having had numerous romances over her life so far, Rebecca
moved in with Callodyn, who was also still seeing Nimorel
occasionally, yet who decided to turn most of his attentions to the
inquisitive Rebecca Roshentay.

* * * * *

The two of them sat on a seat overlooking Lake Tuggeranong. Rebecca
spoke. ‘Four dogs and a cat.’

Callodyn smiled.

‘Yet if the cat had rabies?’

‘Very funny Daniel. I repeat, four dogs and a cat.’

‘Ok. Seven giraffes and a very randy hippopotamus.’

She grinned at that. ‘You are wicked, Callodyn. Aren’t you?’

‘Oh yes,’ responded Mr Daly. ‘Anyway, your turn. Go on. Be
obscene.’

‘Mmm. 396 spiders, and a very confused unicorn.’

‘And what offspring, dare I ask, could possibly come of that?’

‘Creepy crawlies who hang around mermaids,’ she suggested, and he
nodded, making the connection.

They sat there, enjoying each other’s company, and he took a bit of
his KFC. She sipped on her Morning Dew, nestled her head against his
shoulder, and watched the evening slowly turn dark in the Tuggeranong
twilight hour.

* * * * *

Daniel looked at the board. Callodyn was strong in North America and
Rebecca was fiercely fighting for all of Asia, with Australia as her
stronghold. This particular game of Risk would not be easy to win.
‘Hey, why don’t we have a three way alliance,’ he suggested to them
both. It was a standard Daniel tactic.

‘With three players?’ queried Callodyn.

‘Yeh. What gives?’ asked Rebecca.

‘Oh, you know. We work to each other’s advantages were we can for a
while until a suitable victor becomes apparent, rather than getting
messy.

‘That will suit you just fine, won’t it Dan?’ asked Rebecca
suspiciously.

‘Its ok,’ said Callodyn. ‘Let’s play along.’

They did. They lost. Daniel was an old and smart tactician.

Later on that week, after Daniel had returned to Zaphora, Callodyn and
Rebecca were playing Risk again against each other. She smiled at him
from time to time as they played, and near the end of the game leaned
over and whispered in his ear ‘I want to fuck you.’

And they fucked. And it was good.

* * * * *

‘Satan, Abaddon, Damien, Semyazen, Samaen, Saruvien and Lucifer, dear
Rebecca. Those are my seven Saruvim cousin’s from the Realm of
Infinity.’

‘Cousin’s?’ she queried. ‘Not brethren?’

‘It is the general custom to call those of the other realms cousin’s.
It has been the practice for quite a while.’

‘I never knew that.’

‘Mmmm. Just how old are you then. You must still be relatively
young.’

‘Oh, yes. I am a newbie. Barely a few centuries old.’

‘Oh. I see.’

‘Anyway, Satan. He is the traditional Devil, isn’t he?’ queried
Rebecca Roshentay.

‘Yes, traditionally. But he is not really much of a devil anymore.
Those were the old days. The ancient days. Just a regular angel,
now. Mostly devoted to holiness and Torah and doing God’s will when
he has a task for him.’

‘Then why did he choose evil in the first place.’

‘Why does anyone, Rebecca. Why does anyone.’

She nodded, reaching her conclusion on the subject.

‘Well, shall we go meet them then, Cal? You can manage that, can’t
you.’

‘Possibly. They will likely have time for me. I am an older
Cherubim. But I can’t make any guarantees.’

‘Naturally.’

5 weeks later they were in Nadrazon, the silver city, of the Realm of
Infinity, the two of them having lunch with the seven Saruvim
brothers. The Saruvim’s twins were with them and all in all there
were 16 in the lunch room of a reserved café, all enjoying each
other’s company.

Rebecca spoke up. ‘Satan. Evil. Why?’

Satan smiled at his young cousin, and spoke from his experience. ‘The
Dark Magic is elusive, dear Rebecca. It is a challenge to all. I
would advise you, in your youth, take care. It often chooses the most
unlikely of servants to accomplish its objectives.’

‘So you say,’ responded Miss Roshentay.

Samaen spoke up. ‘Sandalphon once spoke to me on this subject. He
says the Dark Magic is of God. That it is a side of the power of evil
in the knowledge of God that, in his judgement, he keeps from us,
mainly for our own good. But it is also inevitably part of him as
well and only his love keeps it in check.’

Rebecca nodded.

‘That might be true,’ said Abaddon to Samaen’s statement, ‘but I tend
to think of it as a created spirit. I don’t think it part of God, but
part of his purposes.’

‘It is an interesting theological quandary,’ responded Satan, ‘Yet
father never speaks of an answer. I presume he leaves such enquiry to
our own speculations.’

‘Yes, quite possibly,’ said Saruvien.

They spent the afternoon discussing much on this subject, and later on
that week, when they were back in Canbraphora, Rebecca had obtained a
book from Tuggeranong library entitled ‘The Nature of Evil by Seraphim
Davriel’. Callodyn looked at the title and smiled to himself. Just
what was he getting into with this particular Cherubim? Time, really,
would only tell.

* * * * *

‘Rebecca Roshentay is a truly wonderful angel. Truly wonderful.
There are aspects I have seen in this angel which, in all truth, I
have not really been familiar with in other angels. But, I guess,
while I well and truly have lived a long life now, with all its ups
and downs, highs and lows, there is still, in an ironic sense, new
things under the sun for one such as I to discover. And that is what
I have found in the lovely Rebecca Roshentay. Something new under the
sun. Firstly, she is a very good looking angel. Tall, just up to my
height almost, slender and beautiful to look at with stunning Indian
good looks. She could have been the kind of girl to have been a model
in a past life had I not known any better. Her manners, also, are
quite outstanding. A refined lady, noble in spirit, and very careful
in what she will and will not say. There are not many like her.
Kayella. Now Kayella is – well, she is Kayella. And that perhaps
sums her up in so many ways. But the reserved outlook – not
expressing her heart at every opportunity, well such a truth is not
reserved for my special twin. But with Rebecca it is most different.
She is truly a lady in more ways than one.’

‘She speaks of her parents occasionally, and I sense in her words a
most strict upbringing. One concentrating on being the establishment
of society I really have discovered. One in which Rebecca was raised
for good things, and those things, it seems from her words, upon faith
to be most naturally discovered and tended towards. How she has ended
up with the likes of me is really quite extraordinary. But nay, she
has, and in this email I speak of the superlative qualities she has
brought to my life.’

‘Dear God. If there is anything I would wish upon the heart of
Rebecca Roshentay is that, currently, you would guard her from the
nature of evil, which, I suspect, is about to attack her in some
uncanny way. For the reading of Davriel’s text, from my personal
experience, is always a sign that an individual is to come upon
testing, and while I have great faith in Rebecca, she is still quite
young.’

‘Whatever trial is to come, be with her. And thank you for being my
constant friend, dear theophany.’

Your friend

Callodyn.

4 weeks later a response came.

‘The nature of evil? Mmmm. Oh, the sex will be good for a while.
That is always true. She will come through her testing. They always
do.

God’

The testing of Rebecca Roshentay was original in its own way, but
something to behold. It was a test against the very fabric of the way
she had been raised to be. And Callodyn was quite proud of his little
sweetheart when she displayed the kinds of feminine grace and charms
he had come to know her for.

When Rebecca’s shopping trolley escaped her hands and bumped furiously
into a rather large angel’s behind, sending her tumbling, Rebecca was
most sincerely apologetic and said she was grossly sorry. The lady
had sworn somewhat, but Rebecca remained calm, much to Callodyn’s
impressing. Yet, when she had commented that she hoped the baby in
the woman’s belly would be ok, the lady promptly telling her in no
unfriendly manner that she was NOT pregnant, only godly grace saved
her.

Of course, the ultimate humiliation came when, reversing out of the
parking lot of the supermarket carpark, she smacked right into the
back of the said lady who was likewise reversing, and whose return to
a state somewhat approaching normality was only realized by Callodyn’s
constant reassurance that he would pay for all costs. That was the
testing which proved the mettle of Cherubim Rebecca Roshentay. And
while she cried all the way home, Callodyn’s was totally and
completely amazed at the complete lack of profanity and any hostile
words against the lady in question. Really, this Rebecca Roshentay
was quite amazing.

And, true to God’s word, for a number of weeks, the sex was quite
good.

Callodyn sent back another email to the theophany just a little while
later. It was short, but summed it up.

‘Rebecca Roshentay. Truly an angel of God in more ways than one.’

To which God ultimately replied.

‘Amen.’

* * * * *

Ultimately, now, he was happy again. In fact, perhaps happier than he
had ever been in his life. Perhaps the happiest. Rebecca Roshentay
was unlike Aquamarine in so many ways. But she was so important in so
many others. She was beautiful, intelligent, graceful and charming.
And her soul touched Callodyn in the end. It touched him, gave him
the sense that he, too, mattered. And it was that much grace that she
gave him which he had never really found anywhere else – apart from
God.

They were happy together, Daniel and Rebecca. And, after 70 million
years, still together, he presumed he had found his eternal mate. He
presumed that. He presumed that.

The End