Tapestry of Life

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‘Tapestry of Life’

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2,048 CE/AD

The date with Puteri had been nice – quite nice. But he was going to remain single. She was not the one in the end – not the one. But who could be, now? Who could be?

Daniel Daly was still single, 76 and felt he probably would never marry. But, despite his older age, it was still an option simply because he looked so young still, and felt it as well. People generally estimated him to be 42 to 45 years of age at most, and often as young as 35. He no longer shared his real age with people – he had stopped doing that about a decade ago. And now, thinking over what just might be going on in his life, he felt he may never share his real age again.

Daniel Rothchild, perhaps his best friend, seemed to be suffering from the same complaint, if you could call it that, as was David, Daniel Rothchild’s brother, and Daniel Rothchild’s wife, Jessica Goldstein. There seemed to be a general lack of getting older amongst the group, and this was puzzling.

But, he had a solution now. A solution which seemed reasonable. The messianic era had begun – as simple as that. And in this era the elect of God, which he figured he just might be, had certain promises, and great age was one of them. And if great age was indeed one of the promises he was now receiving, well, that was a bloody good thing. In fact, a very bloody good thing. Haven was small, at the moment, despite many years in attempting to grow the fellowship in Canberra. It had 7 regular members in Canberra, one of them being Daniel Rothchild who was not technically Noahide, but Jewish. But Jews were children of Noah as well, so that didn’t really seem to matter.

The fellowship had fluctuated somewhat over recent years with various progressive or liberal noahide views on what really constituted a noahide. Daniel had felt from time to times that, based on his observations of the human genomic structures, that it was not necessarily implicit within the religion of Torah that everyone need be descended from Noah. Genesis 1:26-27 seemed to imply many families created at the beginning, and Haven Fellowship often taught this as a possible perspective as well. As such the fellowship had been called both Haven Noahide Fellowship to start with, had changed its name in some ways to Haven Adamide Fellowship, and then just simply Haven Fellowship. That was the title which seemed to be sticking at the moment. But, while historical truth was always an important issue, they did not necessarily expect they would ever really get the answers they needed. They were not available historically, so the basic torah position would have to suffice for the time being.

Daniel lived at 29 Merriman Crescent, were he had lived on and off since 1990, 58 years ago. He had other family, not his own children, and a number of them lived in Canberra as well, but he was currently alone at 29 Merriman. It suited him well enough, though, and he enjoyed the house and the spirit which had built up at the place, perhaps through his prayers, or perhaps through God’s blessing.

Soon there would be a wedding. Yet another to attend. David, Daniel Rothchild’s brother, had finally found the commitment he needed with Justine Atkinson, who Daniel knew a little. She was in the process of converting to Judaism, yet still apparently desired to retain her Christian faith as well. That was not unusual in Daniel’s thinking. He felt people could have more than one religion if they really wanted to – it was just tradition which dictated otherwise.

He thought on a wedding present he could get them and decided on some collector’s cards from his own collection, some old ‘Raiders’ cards, which he knew David had envied for a long time. They should make the perfect gift for Mr Rothchild.

Apart from the wedding, though, it was a quiet time in Daniel’s life. Generally quiet. Puteri had returned to Sydney and he didn’t think he would contact her again. She seemed not quite right for him – to other for his personality. One day, hopefully, the right girl would come along. One day.

* * * * *

Jenny Gilmore was 36, single, living in Canberra in the suburb of Kingston in a nice unit, working for the Public Service, and generally content. Content in most matters apart from one – her single status. Craig Coleman had been her one and only boyfriend in her teenage years, but after she had turned 19 they had split up, and he had gone back to Natalie Cooper. She attended university in Canberra, then, studying biology, and now worked for the CSIRO in a biologicals department. But that was now finished, having just gained work in the biologicals section of Australian Quarantine, or AQIS as it was also known as.

Single life suited her well enough now – she had not really known any other way for any great length of time, and while she was still a virgin, never having gone all the way with Craig, she did hope one day the right man would come along and show her the finer art of lovemaking. So she hoped.

She shared her unit with her nephew, Jamie, whose mother Fiona had died in a farming accident a decade ago, being sorely missed by both of them. Jenny prayed for her sister all the time, praying to Jehovah who her gran had taught her strongly was the true God of creation. She believed, in her heart, Fiona was in a better place somewhere in heaven and hoped for good things for her.

Jamie was an intelligent young man, full of typical teenage bravery, but very bright at school. He had just finished year 12 and next year was about to start university, probably, if he didn’t take the year off he was thinking about. She thought him so intelligent that if he wanted to be something flash like a doctor or a lawyer she believed he could achieve that, such faith did she have in him. Jamie was undecided though and despite his high test scores, was not even sure if he wanted to go to university. Something else might be out there for him he told his sister from time to time. Something which he was not sure about, but felt it in his heart. She believed him but still felt, whatever that something was, a university education could not hurt it. And with such words she had been gently persuading him to see that sort of wisdom, with the hope he would come to his senses and choose a suitable degree course of study.

She had been thinking about returning to university herself to pursue a master’s degree in science. Eventually she would aim for the PhD, but that was likely years away. For now, though, work was her life, apart from that her china collection, which took up the other room of her unit, filled with many expensive pieces she had collected over the last decade since starting her collection. Some of Fiona’s pottery was in her collection which, after Fiona’s death, had given her the impetus to start collecting seriously. And now she devoted half of her salary to purchasing high quality items for her collection.

She rented the unit she was living in, bought her food, had pay tv, and bought a number of CDs and old records, but mostly kept to herself, with her social life lived largely through her nephew Jamie who she doted on. She had been saving slowly for a deposit to buy a unit, hopefully somewere in Kingston as she liked the suburb, but was not greatly worried about when. Before she turned 40 was basically her aim, so she still had 4 years left to get around to it.

Her father, Stewart, visited every now and again, the only other family she had, her grandmother dying 2 years ago. Stewart was single again after a failed romance, and ran the farm alone. But he was retired now, received a government pension, and mainly just milked the cows and collected eggs. The farm was there for Jenny and Jamie, should they want it at any time, but Stewart had suggested, after he had passed, they simply sell up and buy themselves a nice home, which was one of the main reasons Jenny didn’t really bother trying to buy a unit of her own. She doubted her father would live forever after all.

She had one close friend in Canberra, a certain Jewish lady called Jessica Goldstein, who she worked with at CSIRO. They had been friends for about 5 years now, and had coffee together most days. They occasionally caught up after work for drinks as well, but it was mainly a work related friendship, and she had never dropped by the unit. But she treated Jenny like gold whenever they were together, and Jenny appreciated the friendship greatly. This, really, was what life had given her so far. She couldn’t really complain, or perhaps she could, but she didn’t. Besides, she was happy enough, had interesting work, ate well, and enjoyed collecting her china and looking after Jamie. She was content, if lacking that little spark. Perhaps that would come along soon, she hoped. Perhaps.

* * * * *

Kirstie Kolby worked for the Australian Quarantine & Inspection Service. She was 49 years of age, married to Jonathon Kolby, and generally content with her life. Recently, though, she had thought about doing something which she knew she shouldn’t, but was nevertheless tempted to anyway. She had thought about committing adultery. She worked with a colleague called Daniel Daly who had been in AQIS for a while. He was an admin officer, not high up, but with cute looks and a great personality. He always smiled at her, chatted quite smoothly, and seemed to admire her looks. She never wore her wedding ring to work, and when he was around she noticed him looking at her fingers occasionally. She thought why – he wanted to know if she was attached. She had never declared her marriage to him, and now didn’t want to in fact. In fact, not at all. She had come into this section a year ago, and only her supervisor knew she was married and she had asked him not to disclose this information. She was a private lady and did not want her private life put on parade for various reasons. But so she could commit adultery had never really been one of them, which was perhaps why she was somewhat convicted at the moment. But she had decided, in the end, that she needed an affair in her life. She still looked very good, feeling in her late 30s at most, and perhaps looking that, and Daniel really looked fine, despite not knowing how old he was which he had never discussed.

She would make up her mind soon, one way or the other, and despite loving her husband Jonathon very much so, she felt she would try out this Daniel Daly and see, if he was interested, just what he was made of.

* * * * *

He noticed her immediately, the same perfume, the same spirit, and when Kirstie came into his little alcove, dressed in a mini skirt and shirt, her shirt a little loose at the neck, Daniel was instantly aroused. It was lunch time and the wing was mostly empty at the moment, a few workers down the other end, but Daniel always ate his lunch in the office and surfed the web during his lunch break. She sat down on one of the seats of a co-worker and looked straight at him.

‘Daniel. Do you like me?’

Daniel was not really sure what to say. Of course he was attracted to Kirstie Kolby, had been for a while now, and thought she was apparently single as she wore no rings.

‘Uh, yeh. Kirst. Quite a lot.’

She nodded. ‘Well, do you want to do something about that, then? If you know what I mean?’

He looked at her, suddenly aware what she was after, suddenly quite aware, and suddenly not sure really what to do. Fornication had been practiced by himself in his younger years with the prostitutes of Fyshwick, but he had given that away. But now, to be confronted with what appeared to be carnal sex with an attractive lady, well he really was not sure what to think. But the erection in his pants told him, even if his head didn’t.

Kirstie looked at his pants, looked around, and came over to him. ‘I can make this quick,’ she said, and got down on her knees. ‘Hopefully nobody will interrupt us.’

Daniel was thinking he really, really should refuse, but when she pulled down his trousers and underwear, revealing his hardened cock, he knew he couldn’t. She bent forward, put her tongue onto his cock, and started sucking avidly. Grabbing his balls with her other hand, she masturbated his cock with her hand and sucked like a proper whore. She looked up at him and said, ‘You’re fucking hot,’ and that was just too much. He erupted come into her mouth and she stood, looked right at him, opened her mouth to show his come on her tongue, and swallowed it in front of him. She then grabbed his cock with her hand, kissed him on the cheek and whispered in his ear, ‘I’ll expect my treat, Danny Boy. I’ll expect it.’ That said she walked out of the alcove and he quickly pulled up his underwear and pants, and put his hand to his head, really not knowing what to think. ‘That had been – alright,’ he thought to himself. ‘Really, quite alright.’



He signed off on his computer, left a note for his supervisor to let him know he would be away for the rest of the day, and took off for home. He needed to think about things, suddenly very important things, and decide just how he would handle this new situation.



* * * * *



Kirstie was in one of the office bathrooms, washing her mouth out. She had to be careful, she knew that. She could hardly go home to Jonathon with her breath smelling of come. He would notice immediately. She liked the taste of Daniel’s seed, not unlike Jonathon’s. And she had the intention of tasting it again, if he was willing, which she suspected he would be.



Staring into the mirror she realized, then, that she had likely committed adultery now. Or had she? She guessed that, perhaps, until actual intercourse took place, she might not be technically guilty, but she had definitely pushed it. But looking into the mirror, suddenly, she didn’t care. She was a grown woman. She was liberated. Why should she remain bonded to the traditional Christian heritage she had grown up with and always accepted. Perhaps, just perhaps, this had been the stir of rebellion she had never known in her teens finally catching up on her. Perhaps that was all it was. Or perhaps it was simple temptation, something to which she had succumbed. But, looking in the mirror, thinking of the sweet tastes which could possibly still come forth, she decided in an instant that she would succumb to those temptations. What on earth could possibly be the price after all?



* * * * *



Daniel sat quietly in his room at 29 Merriman, sitting in the dark, drinking a can of Coke. He had made up his mind long ago that he would wait until marriage before he had sexual relations again. He had lost his virginity to a prostitute in Fyshwick when he was 26 – a long time ago. And he had been around 35 times or so to the girls of the night. But then, at 36, he had given it away and not visited since then. And Kirstie had been his first sexual experience with a woman since then. Really, it had been 40 years hadn’t it? So long. But he had been committed, determined to remain pure for at least long enough for a woman to know he had finally developed some sort of decency on the issue, something he felt he had failed upon in his youth.



But now, what could he say to a woman? How could he claim innocence? How could he? He had succumbed, thinking he should have known better, but he had succumbed. And now, perhaps, in Torah fashion, he was defiled. He had washed as soon as he got home, as Torah taught, and would remain away from people, in his home, until the following morning, again as Torah taught. The regulations on sexual relations were quite explicit in what they required, and Daniel really wanted to please God. He had failed, he knew it, but that didn’t meant he would give in. He didn’t go 40 years to quit now. He didn’t commit to that much chastity to give it all away so suddenly.



And, right then, he made his decision. He went to his computer, opened his email account, typed in the letter, hit send, and an email to his supervisor announcing his quitting his position was delivered. He wouldn’t see Kirstie Kolby again if he could help it. He would not take the risk. His reputation with his fellowship deserved as much.



Finishing the letter he suddenly felt better. As if his dignity had been restored. He still felt no real guilt over the action, guessing that God was not greatly miffed with him. He was only human after all and had served in purity for so long now. But it was good he had made the right decision to separate from the temptation. That was good. And sitting there, thinking his purity was still safe to some degree, he was oblivious to the car which had just pulled up out the front, and a certain lady who was looking for the treat she had insisted upon. A certain Kirstie Kolby.



* * * * *



‘Bloody hell,’ said Daniel. ‘What the hell are you doing here Kirstie? And how did you get my address?’

‘I followed you home once, Danny. A week ago. You are not that hard to tail without being noticed, you know.’

He just shook his head. ‘Well, what do you want?’

‘My treat. Remember, I gave you what you needed. It is my turn, sweetie. Don’t forget, a woman has needs as well.’

‘Not a chance in hell, Kirst. I have quite AQIS. I just put in my notice. I don’t want to see you again, ok. I mean, its nothing personal. I like you, and it would have been nice if we could have had a proper romance before what happened, happened. But it did, and I can’t take the chance it will happen again. I just can’t.’

‘Why? Are you married?’

‘Well, no. No I’m not. But I have responsibilities.’

‘What responsibilities.’

‘Well, if you must know, I run a small spiritual fellowship. Our numbers aren’t huge, but I take it seriously.’

‘What’s it about? I’m a Christian. Perhaps I might be interested.’ Having said that she pushed past him, came into the lounge and sat down, expecting him to do likewise. He looked at her, frustrated, but if she really wanted to know about his fellowship, then he may as well tell her.

He looked at her, and decided to give her a basic introduction. He walked over to a bookcase, grabbed a ‘Rainbow Bible’ of the fellowship, and handed it to her. ‘This has our basic beliefs, but essentially we are a Noahide religion. Noahides are children of Noah who hold to the Rainbow Covenant. We are not Jewish and we are not Christian or Muslim. Our religion is very simple, just holding to the Rainbow Bible which is Genesis 1 to 11:9 in our tradition. It is basic and simple, but we try to take it genuinely seriously. We don’t pretend to be perfect, we don’t even pretend to be that holy, but we try to keep the faith and follow what God expects of Noahides according to the Torah.’

‘What is the Torah?’ asked Kirstie.

‘The Jewish word for the Pentateuch, if you know what that is.’

‘First five books of the bible,’ she said, looking at the Rainbow Bible he had given her.

‘Look, Daniel, ok. I didn’t know you were religious, okay. I wasn’t really sure. But I can understand were you are coming from, okay. Believe me on that. I won’t hassle you for my treat. We will leave it as just that one time.’ She stood up, ready to leave, and looked at the Rainbow Bible in her hands. ‘Well, can I have this?’ she asked him. ‘I might want to read what you believe after all.’

‘Uh, sure. Be my guest.’

‘Thanks. Oh, and don’t quit. Don’t be an idiot. I can keep my distance if it is a problem. Trust me.’

‘Yeh, well, I’ll think about it. Okay. I’ll think about it.’

‘See you at work then.’ She came over, kissed him on the cheek which he didn’t object to, and left.



Watching her car pull away he was suddenly quite relieved. That, actually, hadn’t gone too bad. It hadn’t gone too bad at all. In fact, now that he had been confronted by her and seen that she really wasn’t bothered by the incident, he felt much better. As if a weight had been lifted from his shoulders. Perhaps he wouldn’t quit after all. Perhaps not.



He finished off his Coke, took a copy of the Rainbow Bible off his shelf, sat down and started reading, but his mind full of thoughts of Kirstie. Perhaps this was a romance after all. Perhaps. If she wasn’t married, he sarcastically thought to himself.



* * * * *



The transfer to AQIS had gone smoothly, with little problems, and Jenny, now working in the Biologicals section, under the supervision of Kirstie Kolby, was generally pretty happy with her new position. Kirstie was a great friend immediately and they had lunch together every day the first week to get her acquainted with AQIS. Then, one day, a Mr Daly had joined them for lunch, who worked at the other end of the branch, a quite cute guy who Jenny liked immediately. He was not sure if Mr Daly and Kirstie were an item, as Kirstie had never said anything about being married, but she noticed the way Mr Daly looked at her, and thought, perhaps, something was going on. And then something weird happened. Something very weird. She was in Kirstie’s office, late one night, when Kirstie asked her a bold question. ‘Have you ever considered a threesome, Jenny.’

‘I beg your pardon,’ responded Jenny, not quite sure what Kirstie was driving at.

‘Have you ever considered a threesome? Or have you done so already?’

Jenny was not naïve, and now knew what Kirstie meant. ‘Umm, ahh. Well no, Kirstie. Not quite my style, ok. I mean I like guys, but haven’t thought about doing two of them. Perhaps in fantasies when I was younger. But not since then, okay. Not since then.’

‘I wasn’t thinking about 2 guys, Jenny. How about 2 girls and 1 guy. Have you ever considered that.’

Jenny was still a little shocked, and just shook her head. Kirstie tried again. ‘Have you noticed Daniel. Daniel Daly. Do you like him?’

‘Uh sure. He’s cute.’

‘What would you think of having a threesome with him. With him and another girl. Perhaps me, for instance.’

Jenny just looked at her, totally shocked. ‘You are kidding, aren’t you.’

Kirstie just looked at her, and came over to her. ‘Have you ever kissed a girl, Jenny? Have you ever done a Katy Perry? Have you?’

Jenny just looked at her, shocked, but when Kirstie came close and kissed her on the mouth, poking her tongue in, Jenny didn’t resist. It was a blissful thing, that, kissing a pretty girl. And Jenny suddenly felt fire down below. Real fire. Kirstie pulled apart, and looked at her. ‘Shall we try and get Daniel interested? He is working late, and I gave him a blow job 3 weeks ago. I’ll bet if we crack on to him tonight he’ll do both of us. How about it?’

Jenny just looked at her, but didn’t refuse. She didn’t refuse.



They found Daniel in his alcove and he smiled at them as they entered. Kirstie came up to him, and quickly kissed him. ‘Will you give me my treat now, Mr Daly? I have a girlfriend who wants to enjoy some Danny Boy as well.’ Daniel looked at them, and the instant erection in his pants told him this truth. When you’re time is up, you’re time is up. It is as simple as that.



It was 20 minutes of carnal lust, and he gave them the treat both were after. And both smiled at him afterwards. There was still no intercourse, as Daniel refused that. It was something he still had, no intercourse without a condom. Something he had maintained all his life, and he wasn’t about to budge on it. But he was tempted, now. He was tempted. And suddenly having two girls in his office who now were happy to have sex with him, Daniel Daly really did not know what to think of the God whose prayers for a mate had been ignored long enough, to be replaced by two apparently carnal daughters of the night. He really did not know what to think at all.



* * * * *



Jenny had never had a man go down on her before. Never once. It was her first sexual experience in that sense, and she had orgasmed quite quickly. Daniel looked good and she had put her hands on his head while he went down on her, his tongue seeming to know exactly what to do. And then she had come and seen what all the fuss was about. And now she wanted more. Boy, did she want more.



Of course, kissing Kirstie had been wonderful as well, and while Jenny knew she wasn’t a lesbian, somehow she had gotten it into her head that perhaps she should try the bisexual thing, now that she had become somewhat acquainted with a woman.



She was at home now, and had put on Britney Spears Singles collection CD and had ‘3’ on repeat, listening to it over and over again. It was one of her favourite CDs, a favourite from her youth, and suddenly it seemed quite relevant. While she didn’t know a Peter, Paul and Mary, she knew a Daniel and Kirstie, and perhaps a Daniel, Kirstie and Jenny could be something very interesting. Something to write home about, as funny as that may sound.



But, was she getting ahead of herself. Was she really thinking too much of what may have just been a temporary act of lust. She hoped not. While she had no real convictions on the issues, something her gran would possibly tell her she should have, she still felt, perhaps, perhaps she should be cautious. You never knew were this sort of behaviour could lead, after all, could you. You never knew.



* * * * *



The car accident was a sign from God. Kirstie knew it. She knew it in her heart, without any doubts whatsoever. It was a sign of great disapproval, and at the funeral, attended by most of he family, and the entire local Kolby clan, with Jonathon her late husband being put to his rest, Kirstie knew she had betrayed his trust, and brought shame upon herself. Of course, they had never had children, and perhaps that was just the way it always had to be. Perhaps God had foreknown her infidelity and preserved her from children as a punishment. As a sign to her on her judgement that she had been an unfaithful wife, and that Jonathon had been kept from her in this sense. She felt guilt, now. Huge guilt. And sitting at home, an empty home, thinking about how her infidelity had cost her her husband, she knew she would never be the same again. Never the same again.



* * * * *



She told Daniel about Jonathon, she wanted to get that off her chest, and the look on his face told a thousand words, as if he was guilty of murder, practically. But later on that working day, around the end of the work day, she came up to him and said this.

‘Daniel, you know, it wasn’t your fault. It wasn’t your fault at all. But I have been thinking all afternoon that there was another reason. Another reason Jonathon is gone, now. It is because I belong with you, okay. I belong with you.’

Daniel looked at her, began to think about saying something, but went silent. He finally spoke.

‘I guess I love you, Kirstie. I guess it is as simple as that. I also lust after you, believe me on that. I know I should say, really, that we can’t possibly be together now. After what happened. But I can’t, and I won’t. I want you to. So if you want to be with me, then that is okay. Really, it is okay.’



And that, as they say, was that.



They stayed together, after that, did Daniel and Kirstie, for many long years. They had 3 children in that time, Kirstie still having eggs amazingly. And they named the first child Jonathon Kolby, taking his mother’s first married surname in honour of Jonathon. The other two children took the ‘Daly’ name, and Daniel was amazed at finally being a father, as strange as the circumstances were which brought it about. They lived long, after that. Very long in fact. For Daniel gradually found out from David Rothchild that he was one of the elect of God, as was Kirstie. And destiny chose a path of life for them, a strange and mysterious path. But, like all the children of God, it had its purposes. And the tapestry of life, with all its strange and mysterious ways, worked out in the end for Mr Daly, as it will hopefully do for all who read this tome. As it will hopefully do for all.

* * * * *

'What are you doing here?' Daniel Daly asked a certain lady who had shown up at 29 Merriman Crescent.

'Daniel Rothchild? Why did you adopt him out to the Rothchild's?'

Daniel looked at his former flame. 'Please don't let this go general public dear. The old man would never approve. It is a mystery we are trying to keep.'

'Daniel Thomas Andrew Daly the Second, you are no mystery. As plain as the day you were made. How many people in Haven Noahide Fellowship now?'

'About 50,' he replied. 'Who are dedicated.'

'Assembly of the Divine Creator has 5,000 in this region. Easily that many,' replied the lady. 'Your father is far more successful at soulwinning than you. He left you with Haven, and instructions how to do things, and you rarely bothered. Just took it casually.'

'Yeh. Where is the old fart now anyway? Haven't seen him for a while.'

'He's around. He sees you regularly, from a distance. Doesn't disturb you. Likes the mystery of you being him to many people. Old fashioned devil, old Daniel.'

'Don't I know it,' replied Daniel Daly. Daniel Rothchild was required. You refused to be family, and I couldn't afford the reputation of raising a single child who might appear to look like a bastard.'

'Well, he's not,' she replied. 'We still have a legal marriage as far as I am concerned.'

'Legal before God, sweetie. We were never registered though,' replied Daniel.

'Your father did the service. We're registered in the Kingdom of God. What has civic society got to do with it? We don't need them interfering. We're Noahides. We are the oldest covenant, dude. We keep things private somewhat. And this Kirstie Kolby? Another wife?'

'Biblical,' replied Daniel.

'I don't dispute that,' replied the lady. 'Just didn't think it was your style.'

'It was certainly the old man's style. How many has he got again? 11? 12?'

The lady remained silent. 'Probably about 15 now. Only one is registered though.'

'And how many shitty little brothers and sisters do I have around the traps?' asked Daniel.

The lady smiled. 'Probably over 100 now, I think.'

'He's a bloody randy sod. Always was,' replied Daniel. 'Anyway, if you want to see Daniel, he's up the road at 177 Merriman Crescent. Staying with his brother David for the time being.'

'You showed him the picture of me, didn't you?'

'He knows who you are,' replied Daniel Daly.

'Right, Callodyn,' said the lady.

'Don't call me that,' said Daniel defensively.

'Your a child of destiny. Don't be ashamed of it,' she replied.

'Go on, get,' he said. 'Kirstie is hanging out the washing and she'll be in any moment. I don't want to have to explain about you.'

'Fine,' said the lady, and handed him a small album. 'Photos. Of what we've been up to in AOTDC. There is some information on the back of the photos. Your old man says you can catch up with things a bit if you like now. Your old enough.'

'Good,' said Daniel.

The lady looked at him, sighed, and said 'I still love you, you know babe.'

And then she was gone, and Daniel smiled at the unique tapestry way life ran itself, as when you thought a strand of life was finished, it came back at the most unusual of times.

* * * * *

'Kelly Clarkson, Taylor Swift and Katy Perry? Why are you such big fans, by the way?' asked Kirstie to her husband Daniel Daly.

'I met Kelly once,' said Daniel. 'Not long ago. A small concert here in Canberra, at a meet and greet afterwards. Oh, dad was a huge fan of those 3. Said he had a massive crush on them. Played their music all the time when I was growing up.'

'I didn't think that would have been old Cyril's taste,' replied Kirstie.

Daniel looked at her. 'Uh, yeh. Oh, uh, Cyril had diverse taste in things. But never mind about that.'

'So, where are we going today?' she asked him. 'You said we were visiting a place down in Bredbo.'

'We're going for a visit to the Assembly of the Divine Creator, as it is called. The second of the Divine Fellowships of the Advancing Noah Movement,' replied Daniel.

'I thought Haven was the Advancing Noah Movement?' queried Kirstie, eyebrow raised.

'It is. We're the first of the Divine Fellowships?'

'There's more?' she asked, surprised.

'7 divine fellowships, and a stack of Assemblies of Faith. I'm not technically involved with them. They are run by – uh – somebody else. A relative of sorts I guess.'

She looked at him suspiciously. 'Did you really found Haven?'

'Maybe not,' he replied. 'Look, let's get going. I suppose you might need a revelation.'

They took off, and reached Bredbo after about 45 minutes, turning onto a street, and coming to a religious temple. They came inside, and found an office. Daniel knocked.

'Enter,' said a voice, and Daniel looked at Kirstie nervously as they went through the door.

'Shit!' said Kirstie. 'Who the hell are you? Daniel's twin or something?'

The man looked at Kirstie. 'This is the Kirstie girl? Your wife I take it?'

'You got it bro,' said Daniel.

'So he is your twin then?' replied Kirstie.

Daniel looked at her, and then at the old man, Daniel Thomas Andrew Daly the First. 'Yeh. Yeh, sure. He's my twin brother. Why not.'

'It's a pleasure to meet you,' said Daniel Thomas Andrew Daly the First. 'I'm Daniel. Yes, me and Daniel are very closely related. It's all a big mystery though. Nobody ever really understands our relationship. It's something divine.'

Daniel smirked. 'If you say so Daniel.'

'Who started the ANM?' Kirstie asked the Daniel of AOTDC.

'Well, I did actually,' replied Daniel. 'Daniel here was given responsibility for Haven Noahide Fellowship. He's grown it quite slowly, but that is the way HNF goes I guess. Just life I suppose.'

'Fascinating,' replied Kirstie. 'So, are you married?'

'Indeed I am,' replied Daniel. 'But we won't speak of that.'

'You don't want interfellowship?' asked Kirstie.

Daniel of AOTDC looked at Daniel Daly of Haven. 'One day. One day when Daniel here has got off his arse and built up Haven properly.'

'There's over 50 of us now,' replied Daniel defensively.

'Then soon enough, I guess,' replied Daniel of AOTDC. 'Soon enough.'

They chatted on all afternoon, and had a late lunch at the Pancake Pantry, before returning home.

'So, you've got a twin brother,' said Kirstie, a grin on her face.

'I guess so,' replied Daniel Daly. 'I guess so.'

* * * * *

'So who is older? You or your brother?' asked Kirstie.

'Well he's Daniel Thomas Andrew Daly the first, so what do you think?'

'Funny that,' said Kirstie. 'Both having the same name, you'd think he was your father or something.'

'Yeh, funny that,' replied Daniel. 'Yeh, he's got a few minutes over me I guess.'

'So who is this Paul Saberton fellow?'

'We'll be there shortly. He's the founder of Mamre Fellowship. Pentecostal Father and Son Church. He is intimately involved with the other notable Saberton around town, Father Scotland, the Presbyterian fellow.'

'What, are they related?' asked Kirstie.

Daniel looked at Kirstie. 'I guess that is a mystery. Paul was involved with Presbyterian's for a while. I guess some roots can run deep in the end.'

'I guess so,' replied Kirstie.

They arrived in Spence in Belconnen, and came up to Paul's house. Daniel knocked, and Paul soon greeted them, and they came inside. Chris White was also present.'

'Hey Chris,' said Kirstie. 'You know Paul then?'

'We're old friends,' said Paul.

'So you think Daniel still needs Jesus?' asked Kirstie to Paul.

'He probably should keep his faith. He was a Pentecostal. I understand that people sometimes just can't see it the way you do, but he has his reasons for being a Noahide I guess.'

'Still preaching Branhamism?' asked Daniel.

'We teach it a little from time to time,' replied Paul. 'We are not officially a Message congregation, but he is an influence. In the end I guess I do acknowledge he was Oneness, and not completely right in some of the things he believed.'

'They believe in Jehovah alone as God the Father,' said Daniel to Kirstie. 'Jesus was the first begotten son, the Agent in Creation.'

'And that is the divine truth,' said Paul.

'And I am not sure if he is completely who you think he is,' replied Daniel. 'He's possibly angelic, but probably was just a man in the end. Descendant of Zerubbabel, so sure he was from the house of Christ, and it's not the end of the world to call him Jesus Christ, but it's not the complete truth. I think the Church is in the Kingdom of God. There was no resurrection at the time of the Maccabean abomination of desolation. No resurrection on Earth, but it likely did happen in the heavenlies. And so the Kingdom of God was born, but as a friend of mine tells me, if Israel alone was the Kingdom in the year 2000, with only 20 million souls or so, they had not become a mountain filling the whole earth, as Daniel 2 prophesies.'

'So you acknowledge we are the Kingdom of God then,' said Paul.

'Part of the Kingdom,' replied Daniel. 'But so is Islam and so is Bahai.'

'Humph,' replied Chris. 'Doubt it.'

'You'll always be a fundamentalist, Chris. It's probably just your genes.'

'Very funny Daniel,' replied Chris White.

Paul made drinks, and they sat around talking theology all afternoon, and creationism in the twilight hours, before calling it a day.

'Hey, they have a great spirit,' said Kirstie, as they were driving home.

'They've earned that from their works,' said Daniel. 'But yeh, they are pretty cool. Pretty cool.'

* * * * *

Puteri smiled at Father Scotland's joke. 'Richard Saberton. You are far cruder than Paul, you know.'

'It's why you like me so much,' replied Richard.

David Rothchild took a Tim Tam from the plate in Father Scotland's lounge. Justine Atkinson poured some more milk into her tea, as Paul hadn't poured out quite enough.

'So, the growth of the Presbyterian Church is fundamental to life as we know it, is it Richard?' asked David Rothchild.

'We are an elect predestined congregation of Chris,' said Richard. 'All Calvinists end up in Calivinist church, while Armenians continue struggling for a salvation which is not easy to obtain.'

'Interesting theology,' said Justine. 'Baptists accept predestination.'

'Mostly, yes,' said Richard.

'So can the Arminians earn their salvation then?' asked David.

'Indeed they can,' replied Richard. 'There are deep mysteries in the Christian Church. God is the saviour of all men, especially those who believe. Some are by works, and if their works are not strong enough, they will be found lukewarm and spat out. But the Church of the Living God is founded on the grace of God, and it is God who works in us to do his will of his good pleasure.'

'Dual salvation theology,' replied David. 'Fascinating.'

'Who said it was Dual,' replied Richard. 'There are many tapestries of eternal life in the New Testament. More than just those ideas.'

'If you say so,' replied David. He looked at Puteri. 'Are you a convert, now, to Presbyterianism?'

'No,' she said. 'I'm a muslim. But I am an official associate or Richard's private congregation.'

'Is it sanctioned by the Presbyterian Church?' asked Justine.

'I do account to them, and follow Presbyterian theology. I report to St Andrews regularly for discussions.'

'How are you and Paul related?' asked Justine.

Richard looked at Justine. 'I'd rather not say. It is a mystery we choose to keep.'

'He has a brother called Richard,' said David. 'But I'm not sure if that one was a believer. Is he you? Have you come to faith?'

Richard smiled, but would not speak. 'Let's talk creationism. And Noah's Ark,' said Richard.'

And so they chatted about Noah's Ark, and Creationism, a popular Saberton subject, and the afternoon passed, and all was well.

* * * * *

6050 SC – 2080 CE/AD

'What year is it?' asked Kirstie.

'2080,' replied Daniel.

'In the Haven Noahide Fellowship Calendar?' asked Kirstie.

'Uh, 6050 SC. 6050 Since Creation. But it is 6243 SC in the official ANM calendar. Our calendar is the best of early judgements, and we've stuck with it, but the ANM one is deemed as accurate as we can get it biblically. We maintain both.'

'So it's the year 6243 since creation in technical terms,' said Kirstie.

'As close as we can get it,' replied Daniel. 'We have an old document in Haven which uses that date, and it was developed quite early, but before that was the official HNF date. The official HNF date is used in our Chronicles writings.'

'I see,' replied Kirstie.

'Our online postings in Google groups use the official ANM calendar,' said Daniel. 'It's the way it has always worked.'

'The Hebrew calendar differs,' said Kirstie.

'No clear conclusions on the date start for that one,' said Daniel. 'Possibly when they left Egypt and started the calendar during Sinai. Don't know for sure.'

'Right,' said Kirstie. 'Well use the ANM one, ok. With me. I like to use the official offical stuff.'

'Will do,' he replied.

Kirstie sat on the couch, watching the TV, while Daniel sat on the other single seater couch, using a calculator, and doing sums for something.

'It gives you a sense, though,' said Kirstie.

'A sense? What gives you a sense,' asked Daniel.

'The year. 6243 Since Creation. It gives you a sense. We've lived through so much. Humanity. We've had so much history. There have been so many countless lives before us, who've had dreams and aspirations. Who've done it all, and given it all for love. And loved, and lost. And then the next generation has done it all again,' said Kirstie.

'That's the tapestry of life,' said Daniel. 'We go on a journey where we all tell our own tale, and its all woven together by destiny into an amazing pattern of glory.'

'And then along comes Alexander Darvanius,' said Kirstie soberly.

Daniel looked at her. 'You have an issue with Alexander Darvanius II don't you?'

'He is so. Eghhh,' said Kirstie. 'The pinnacle of pride as far as I am concerned. David Rothchild. Now he is humble and loving. A true and decent child of God. But Alexander? I bet he has gold trimmed toilet paper, he's that up himself.'

Daniel chuckled himself. 'That will be $7,000 for the toilet roll, Mr Darvanius. Are you paying by cash or cheque?'

Kirstie chuckled.

'Oh, we are having a special. 4 rolls for $20,000. Only the best from Royal Executive toiletries,' said Daniel, grinning.

'But that's exactly my point,' said Kirstie. 'He is the kind of asshole who would have that sort of thing. He's a beast as far as I am concerned. A capitalist, ecumenical beast.'

'I suppose so,' said Daniel. 'But he does have a softer side. You just need to get to know him.'

'Why he is one of God's elect is beyond me,' said Kirstie.

'No, he's not aging much either,' replied Daniel. 'Seems to have the long life plan. I think we're likely heading towards some sort of judgement day and conclusion of things. Why we have the life of trees now.'

'Isaiah 65,' said Kirstie quickly. 'I looked it up. Where that doctrine you've mentioned many times comes from. God's people will have the life of trees, but it probably culminates in the Day of the Lord. Judgement Day.'

'Something like that,' replied Daniel. 'As best as ANM can surmise anyway. There are many elect in the world, and we keep private lives, but people know. It's told in whispers, but people know.'

'And I guess we can't have the good guys without the bad guys,' said Kirstie.

'Give Alex a break,' said Daniel. 'He might surprise you one day.'

But Kirstie would not be persuaded. 'You invited him to dinner again next week, didn't you. I overheard you when he was leaving last night.'

'Yes. He said he'd probably be able to make it. Is it a problem? David will be coming over as well.'

'No. Not a problem,' she replied. 'I think I'll speak my mind. So it's not a problem at all.'

Daniel looked at Kirstie. She was most certainly a woman who knew her own mind.

The End