Infinity Chapters 8 - 12

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Chapter Eight

 

Shadray sat in reflection.  Reflecting upon his life, now many thousands of years old.  He thought on his lost Saruvim brothers, barely being able to recall their faces, them having been banished over 12,000 years ago now.  They were, it would seem, figures of his youth – and perhaps, in their and his own destiny, that was all they were ever intended to be.  Since then, life had gone on, as usual, in its merry and happy fashion.  The angels had grown even closer in that time, so used to each other now, and the various idiosyncrasies each of them possessed.  And Shadray, firstborn of the Noahphim, felt he understood his brethren so much more now and, because of that, and the inclination towards goodness in his heart, he so much more appreciated their individual uniqueness and the gift of themselves they brought to the life of the Realm of Infinity.  He deemed, after long contemplation, the wisdom of his father to bring to life such a diverse array of angelic life, wise indeed.

 

Yet now.  Now, after so much time and seemingly a future to have been built upon what they were accustomed to, change was coming.  And great change indeed.

 

They, the 70 angels of Infinity, were collectively called the Onaphim.  ‘Ona’ meant the first, so the term Onaphim meant the first angels, for want of a better explanation.  However, just last night, Logos had announced at dinner, Father’s new work of creation.  The new brethren to be born into the Realm of Infinity.  They would be the ‘Oraphim’ – the second group of angels, named after the second 7 of the Onaphim, his Oraphim brothers.

 

And so many.  So many.  In all, 70,000 Oraphim would come to be.  Such a vast number boggled his imagination.  How could his Father possibly conceive of such a vast number.  Yet, of course, he was God.  And he was infinite.  Really, it should not be a surprise for the angels to have been given such news from their omnipotent creator.  If he had planned such a large number, in truth they would have to trust that he both had conceived of such numbers and was capable of bringing them forth.  That, to Shadray, especially considering the vast amount of time since the last creation, did not seem unreasonable.  And now, new brethren he was to have.  He presumed, as many did, that the ratio of males to females may be the same yet again.  Yet whatever the amount of both, new life would bring exactly that to the realm of Infinity – New Life.  New lives.  New dreams.  New hopes.  New adventures.  And all to be in the soon future.  Yes, change was coming for Shadray, firstborn of the Noahphim.  Change and a new life beginning.

 

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Samael looked down at the chess set.  The game, now, was becoming quite intense – quite intense indeed.  For over 12,000 years he and Logos had been playing a game of chess – one single game.  And in that time exactly 97 moves had been made.  On a points by point’s basis, they were exactly even.  They had both lost 6 pieces each, and the contest was fierce in both of their hearts – oh so fierce.

 

The last move had been made by Samael just a decade ago – not that long in terms of the average move.  However Logos had informed him last night, after the announcement of the new brethren, that he had pretty much made up his mind on his next move and would likely inform him of it in the next few days.  Samael, staring at the board, was curious as to just exactly what that move would be.  Yet, as always, the move was not always predictable, especially playing Logos, so he would just have to wait to see the outcome.  He would know soon enough.

 

He walked over to the window of his abode and looked out at the Golden city of Azion.  Soon it would be teeming with life.  Soon the new ‘Oraphim’ – 70,000 of them – would be calling it home alongside their elder ‘Onaphim’ brethren.  It would be, for the entire angelic community, a most exhilarating time.

 

Samael, anxiously in fact, looked forward to the new creation.  To meet so many new faces and forge new relationships seemed ideal at this point in his life.  He had now grown accustomed to his brethren and, although he knew he would love them forever, he perhaps subconsciously desired a greater community to be part of.  And now, thankfully, such a reality was about to occur.

 

Of course, the new ‘Oraphim’ would only temporarily reside in Azion.  Their new home would be ‘Nadrazon’ – the ‘Silver City’ – to be built directly beneath the Golden city.  That realm, part of Infinity, would be much broader and larger than the upper disc of Azion.  It would be more geographically diverse, Logos had explained, also with a far greater array of animal life.  It would, in essence, be a grand new expansion for the Realm of Infinity.

 

It was definitely true what his brother Shadray had said.  These were exciting times.  Times for life to take on a brand new edge.

 

Yet, that would not be for the immediate future.  For now the steady course of the life of Infinity undertook its duties and, staring out at the city, Samael felt he would pay his beloved sister and closest friend Aphrayel a visit.

 

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Sandalphon, sitting next to Gemrayel, took a swig of Scotch.  He was contemplating various things, but his thoughts were mostly concerned with the upcoming creation of the Oraphim.  70,000 new brethren.  He knew his father was creative, but this was, even for him, a most audacious project.  In this project, when it saw fulfilment, Sandalphon felt that, perhaps now, his ambition of a divine council could come to the fore.  Perhaps now, the ideology of democracy could be established within the Realm of Infinity leading to, ultimately, a higher quality and satisfaction of life for all of the angels, not just the sovereign whims of his older brother Logos.

 

He would await this new creation.  He would await it, examine its outcome carefully, and when the Oraphim had become established in what was to be Nadrazon, the Silver city, he would speak with Samael carefully and vent his ambitions.  With careful and skilfully hidden planning, success should be theirs.  Of course, Samael would share such plans with Aphrayel, who may share such news with others, knowing her freedom with words.  Yet, perhaps, by the time such news had become common knowledge their objectives may have been achieved.  It was, really, a matter of timing.  He would have to speak with Samael carefully and, after what he expected to be the natural attention and popularity they as Onaphim would receive from the new born Oraphim, he would slowly win the support of as many of the Oraphim community as he possibly could.  If he struck first – if he struck in a way which was hidden from Logos and the Ecclesia – then he could perchance achieve his objectives without them being able to stop him before it was too late.  He would have to be, in truth, a shadow going ahead of himself, to prepare the Realm of Infinity for the divine council to come.  A shadow, noticed, but usually ignored, to subtle, hopefully, for the attentions of his adversaries.

 

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Logos sat with the Ecclesia.  They were discussing the Oraphim, and God’s just announced date for the firstborn of the Oraphim, Semyaza, to be brought forth.  7 days from this day.

 

‘How many others will be brought forth on the first day of creation?’ Gabriel asked Logos.  Logos, taking a sip of Melit water, replied, ‘nobody else on day one.  Yet, on day two 9,999, and then 10,000 on each subsequent day, there being 20,000 created on the seventh day.  Gabriel nodded, taking in that information.  ‘Does father have names for all the angels?’ asked Saruviel.  ‘Yes, he does.’ Replied Logos.  ‘And each of them original names as well.  Of course, the fact that there will be 35,000 of each sex is the most interesting point, I guess.  So many more females for us to grow in relationships of peace and love with.  For, in truth, they are the more sensitive of the sexes.  The fairer sex as it were.’  Michael smiled at that obvious truth.  ‘Yes, I concur Logos.  They are like is in so many ways, the Celestyel’s, but so much more gentle and loving.’  ‘It is the nature of femininity, brother,’ replied Logos.  ‘It is how they are intended to be as female.’

 

Uriel, sitting next to Raphael on a couch near the side of Logos’ abode spoke up.  ‘And your ruling regarding sexual relationships?  Has that been considered yet by yourself in relation to the Oraphim?’  Uriel and the Ecclesia had not partaken of sexual relationships since entering a second vow a few years later after their first vow of celibacy.  And as the centuries past they had grown accustomed to the lack of female attention.  Logos looked at Uriel.  ‘There will be, in my intention, an Ecclesia drawn forth from the Oraphim as well.  Yet, in my thinking, there will be only one more century for yourselves and the Ecclesia to abstain in this vow of celibacy.  The purity and the sense of commitment to honour in the aspect of sexual relations will be then established to a significant enough degree in the hearts and minds of the community, that further abstinence will no longer be required of such great lengths, and more of on a voluntary basis.  Your vows of celibacy have nearly reached their conclusion.’

Saruviel glanced at Logos, yet said nothing.  Of all the Ecclesia he had found it the most difficult to abstain, yet had done so.  He had wished his brothers to know that he would remain faithful to their vows.  Yet, in truth, he was now silently pleased that they had finally the information of when their celibate lifestyle would end.  It would be a great reward to feel the love of a woman again, after such great time.  It would be a great reward indeed.’

 

Michael spoke up.  ‘When will we begin to organise the building of Nadrazon city?  Now that the Realm below is complete, shall we start upon it?’  Logos looked at him.  ‘It would be perhaps foolish to commence a project with so few considering the vast number of Angels the new community is intended to house.  I feel we would perhaps be achieving very little.’  Michael nodded.  He had felt, perhaps, maybe the beginning of work on a building – a central temple – to be taken up by their new Oraphim brethren.  Perhaps they, the Onaphim, could establish the planning, and begin a little, then handing it over, in time, for their new brethren to complete.  Yet on this he would await Logos’ judgement.

 

‘The future beckons us onwards, young brothers,’ stated Logos.  ‘A future, I feel, which will be bright indeed.’

 

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Samael caressed Aphrayel’s hair, sitting next to her on her couch in her abode as she was playing her favourite pastime, a game of solitaire.  She spoke. ‘This may sound strange, dear brother, but I was actually studying Torah last night.’  Samael gave her a funny look.  ‘Torah?  Really?  It is over a century since I have bothered with that.  I guess, these days, I generally know it enough from my youth that I have lost interest.  Much akin to your attitude and that of the other Celestyel’s once, if I do recall.  What, dare I ask, led you to study Torah?’  Aphrayel thought on her response.  ‘Oh, nothing really.  Well, no, not nothing.  There was something, a slight curiosity to be reminded on certain points of wording in the books.  But, really, I was caught by surprise at how strict it really is.  It is very demanding on us – that we meet a strong level of spirituality.  I feel, perhaps, it neglects the fact that we are strong and capable adults.  We do not, now, need such simple teachings.’  Samael knew, strangely enough, how to answer her.  ‘There are aspects of life, sister.  Aspects which, if you let them do what they will, will lead you in ways in which our fallen Saruvim brothers travelled.  Even if you only study Torah once a millennium you will perhaps inevitably find that it reminds you, in its brutality, that the reality of the darkness which can pervade our lives and destroy them, must be avoided and disdained.  And it is through the brutal and forceful language of Torah that, in our obedience to its sensible mandates, that a spirit of right living remains in our hearts and guides us on the eternal pathways we need to travel to remain in the spirit of light.  Do you see what I am saying.’  Aphrayel turned to give him a look, then returning to her solitaire.  After a few moments, having thought on that idea, she spoke.  ‘Yes, I guess.  Yes I guess I do see your point.  I guess, in its way, the Torah are the lessons which keep us focuses on the kind of lives we esteem anyway.’  ‘Really, sister.  Torah is a reminder of they way of life we know we should observe.  In my youth I considered thoughts such as yourself.  Yet, I felt, that there must be a reason for the strong language of Torah.  I knew its ideology to be sound, yet often questioned wether it need to be devoted to in the manner Logos desired of us.  Yet, with the witness of the Saruvim, and in reflection, I see the wisdom of the Torah.  I see its wisdom and are reminded that it is for our own good, and serves an eternal purpose in this respect.  Perhaps it is true I have neglected the study of it in recent years.  Yet, in time, I will delve once more into its paradigms and principles of life.  It is the wisdom of our eternal father, and I place my trust in him because of how I have seen its wisdom justified.  You may come to see this yourself, in time, Aphy.’

 

Aphrayel nodded, having taken in all of that information.  ‘Yes, I guess Torah serves its purpose.  I guess it is for our own good.’  She resumed her game, thinking upon Samael’s words, as he gently caressed her hair.

 

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Shadray, sitting next to Dolphyel at breakfast, was in a happy mood.  The night before one of the Celestyel’s had visited him, reminding him of her love, and they had enjoyed a night of sexual pleasure together.  It had been a while now, and he was grateful for the love he had received.

 

‘Do you want some bacon?’ Dolphyel asked Shadray, offering him some from the plate just served.’  Shadray, however, was staring off into infinity, reflecting upon the past nights lovemaking.  ‘Shad,’ said Dolphyel, nudging his brother.  ‘Do you want some bacon?’  Shadray, interrupted from his thoughts, quickly responded.  ‘Oh, sorry Dolphyel.  Yes, thanks.  I would love some.’  Dolphyel placed some bacon on Shadray’s plate, and then served him some scrambled eggs as well, without bothering to ask his brother wether he wanted them.

 

As Dolphyel started his breakfast, Shadray spoke up.  ‘I was wondering, Dolph.  Do you think, maybe, now that there are too be so many new females amongst us, that we may be allowed to make love with them as well?’  Dolphyel considered the thought.  ‘Well, I guess if they are anything like the Celestyel’s, it will probably not be too problematic.  But, I fear, that Logos may have strong words too say on the subject whatever the outcome may be.’  Shadray thought on that, replying ‘Yeh, probably.  But if we are, it may eventuate that we may have far more opportunities to enjoy the pleasures our sisters offer us.  It would be really wonderful if we are allowed.  I do hope so.’  Dolphyel nodded.  Although he was taking time to enjoy his meal, Shadray’s views were, in truth, not held by him alone.  All of the male angels of Infinity, from his conversations, had been asking on this subject.  It was, to them, of grave importance.  It was, for them, the stuff of life in many ways – one of God’s greatest pleasures that he had given to his sons.  It would be an anxious wait upon that judgement for many, and Dolphyel shared Shadray’s views and silently hoped for the best of outcomes.

 

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Logos looked upon the vast realm of Infinity below.  He was standing in the centre of the Realm, the place were Nadrazon was to be built.  Michael was standing near by, looking at him.  ‘It will be, brother, an exciting time very shortly.  We must, each of us, be prepared in our heart for whatever father requires of us.’  Michael nodded, understanding that truth.  ‘Were will Semyaza be born?’  ‘Semyaza himself will come forth in the throneroom of Azion.  Yet the rest will be brought to life here on the plains.  Father has told me that each of them will intuitively know our language from birth, and that much has already been explained to them in their pre-spiritual existence.  It is, in the first few years, a work of organising the community with the intent of building Nadrazon as our first project.  There is to be a central city in the Realm, with numerous other keeps built in various places, stretching out to the rim.  It should, while being challenging work, be in the end just that – work.  I think the challenge ahead is well within our capabilities, and it should be something we all enjoy and take pleasure in.  Really brother, these are exciting times.’  Michael nodded.  It was now here.  Nadrazon – the silver city – the birth of the Oraphim.  Now was the time, and new life was to come.

 

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The Onaphim were gathered in the throneroom of Azion.  There was a hush amongst them.  They had been standing there, as a group, for nearly 10 minutes as they awaited their father’s words.  As they stood there, a colourful display had been progress in the divine fire above the throne.  All sorts of what looked like brand new colours had been splaying forth, a fascination for those gathered.  Each of them speculated that the colours were in relation to the new children – an assumption almost taken for granted.

 

After a few minutes more, the voice of Eternity spoke.

 

‘He is here.  Behold your brother, Semyaza.’

 

In front of them a vortex of light appeared and, gradually, as the light diminished, a figure in the form of an angel stood before them.  Its head was tilted downwards but after a few moments it looked up at them and opened its eyes.

 

Logos approached him.  ‘Greetings brother Semyaza.  I am Logos, Son of god.  These here,’ he said, indicating the angels gathered around, ‘Are the Onaphim angels of Infinity.  Welcome to your new home beloved brother.’  Semyaza smiled at them and, in turn, each of the angels came forward and greeted their newest of brethren.

 

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And, as the week passed, the Oraphim of Infinity were born.

 

And on the seventh day, with the completion of the numbers, a spirit of love and joy came over the Angels of Infinity.  Everyone was happy.  The new angels, who had vague memories of their prior existence in the loins of God, were finally glad to be in their new home.  The Onaphim, over the next few months in particular and, as the years also passed, came to know their new brethren, delighting in the stronger and vaster sense of community they now belonged to.  It was, for each of them, the most satisfying of experiences their eternal father had blessed them with.

 

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‘Well, Semyaza, what sayeth you?’  Semyaza, firstborn of the Oraphim angels of Nadrazon – a city which had recently been by and large completed – thought carefully on the words Sandalphon had spoken with him.  ‘A council?  You want me to join you and Samael in forming a council?  But why?  To what purpose?  And were will it be housed?’

 

Sandalphon picked up his glass of Scotch which Semyaza had offered him, staring out one of the windows of an upper tower in Nadrazon, the Silver city.  ‘Essentially, the plan is for the council to be established on the northern edge of the Golden City Azion, just overlooking Rageeta Pond.  It is intended to be quite a large building, the largest in Azion in fact.  And the primary purpose for this building is Governance of affairs in the Realm of Infinity according to precepts of Torah and Law that the council will establish.’  Semyaza nodded, but asked a question.  ‘So I take I then that you feel Torah as it stands is incomplete?  If that is the case why have the angels of Azion never bothered with such a council on a prior occasion?’  ‘Lack of real need, Semyaza.  However, this plan had been formulated millennia ago and was looking for the right time to come into fruition.  To my and Samael’s way of thinking, with the birth of the Oraphim community of Nadrazon now complete, a time for the establishment of the Council seems appropriate.  What we are looking to you for is your vote for this council to go ahead.  As you are the firstborn of the Oraphim of Nadrazon your opinion counts for a great deal with Logos and God I assume.  If you were to vote in favour of the establishment of the council and lend your influence to others of the Oraphim, I am certain it will proceed.  Of course, I must tell you that when the council is established your own degree of personal authority and influence will inevitably increase.  Of that there can be little doubt.’  ‘I see,’ responded Semyaza, taking a sip from his glass.  The Oraphim sat thinking on what had been proposed to him.  In truth it sounded like a good idea.  In fact, perhaps quite a sensible idea.  For now, then, he would assent to his older brothers’ requests and go along with them in the plea.  It could be, hopefully, a kickstart in a sense to the life of the affairs of the Realm of Nadrazon.

 

‘Yes, ok.  I will support you in this Sandalphon.  It sounds like an opportunity.  A great opportunity.’  ‘Generally what we think.  I will speak to Samael and start some more arrangements.  We will get back to you on this brother, and soon.’  Semyaza smiled and Sandalphon took another swig of whiskey.

 

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Logos looked at the documented proposal before him.  A thirty page document outlining the basics of Sandalphon’s and Samael’s proposed council and a 200 page petition with the names of numerous of the Onaphim of Azion and an enormous number of angels from Nadrazon below.  He had been thinking on the document all week and, having reached his conclusion, signed an assent to were Sandalphon had asked him to sign if he approved.  For Logos the issue was this.  If he failed to win the support of the majority of the community on any particular issue anyway, it would be best not to proceed.  To keep the peace majority rule would be established.  He felt confident that with the Torah as established bedrock in the community and with the proposal of a constitution to be established to regulate the council, the necessary order and harmony would be achieved.  In the end best to let them have their say so that peace could ultimately ensue.

 

Having signed the paper he thought on the future.  Interesting times, perhaps, lay ahead.  Interesting times to test all the children of Infinity.

Chapter Nine

 

Sandalphon, taking a sip of whiskey, looked out over the golden city of Azion, his thoughts all over the place.  Samael interrupted them.  ‘Dear brother.  Come over and sit next to myself and Aphrayel.’  In response Sandalphon finished his whiskey, returned the glass to Aphrayel’s kitchen, and sat down next to Samael.  Semyaza, looking at the game of chess which was still progressing between Samael and Logos, spoke up.  ‘So, Sandalphon.  How does it feel to be appointed Guardian of the Council?’

Sandalphon looked at his younger brother, smiled to himself, and responded.  ‘It was, in truth, more than I and Samael had initially hoped for.  Logos’ positive response to the council was not that greatly expected and then, when I was appointed Guardian, it made the way open for us angels to one day more fully realize our own dreams and ambitions – the influence we would like to give unto our homes.’  Semyaza nodded, having gradually come around to this position himself.

 

Sandalphon continued, ‘The first council should now be formed by the end of the year.  Logos has given the go ahead for the building of council chambers just north of Rageeta Pond.  He intends it, now, with the large workforce available to us, to be a quick project.  He is aiming for it to be complete in 5 months, and I wish him luck in this endeavour.  Regardless, whenever it is finished, we can begin the work of defining our roles as administrators and seeking out the embellishment of Torah principle and rule of law.  Democracy is our goal, brothers.  Logos has, unwittingly, opened himself up to the very thing he opposes.  If, in time, when the opportunity presents itself, we make the claims on council that need to be made, I am completely sure we will bring about the change we all desire.  The change we all need.’

‘That is inevitable, brother,’ commented Samael.

‘Nothing is inevitable, Samael,’ replied Sandalphon.  ‘Yet we will hopefully make it as such.’  Samael nodded in response.

 

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Shadray looked at the blueprint for the council chambers he had just finished drawing up.  They looked good.  Every necessary issue which Samael and Sandalphon had raised seemed to have been addressed in the design of the chambers, and Logos standing next to him, looking over the design, seemed pleased.  ‘Yes, Shadray, everything seems in order.  I suggest you show them to Samael and Sandalphon later on tonight, perhaps at dinner, and then we can make a beginning to the project.’

‘Do you really think it can be done in 5 months?  It is a lot of work after all?’

‘We need a challenge, Shadray.  Besides, we have practically an unlimited workforce to call upon, so my goal of finishing it within the year seems quite possible.  We will work hard to achieve this, though.’  Shadray nodded, happy enough with Logos’ decision on the subject.

 

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The completed council chambers were, to Samael, quite grand.  Quite grand indeed, reminding him of the throneroom in some ways.  63 main seats were located in the central section of the chambers, one seat for each of the male Onaphim of Azion, as well as a 64th seat for Logos just adjoining the semicircle of seats, just at the front of the right side of the semi-circle.  In the centre at the top, on a raised seat, was the Guardian of the Council’s seat, and to the left of that, the seat for the speaker on the other side of the house.

 

In initial discussions on the formulation of the council, it had quickly come to the attention of many that 2 general views amongst the Onaphim had come to pass.  Around half of the community favoured Samael as their chief speaker and representative, under the eye of Sandalphon, while on the other side Most favoured Logos and Michael as the two chief representatives.   And because of this it had generally been agreed upon that the council would, in a sense, and much like a game of chess, debate out relevant issues with one side opposing the other until the correct or best outcome was brought forth.  So, in a sense, there were two main parties or divisions in the council.

 

Seated around the outside of the 63 inner seats, were 140 other seats, reserved for Oraphim delegates.  Located at the bottom centre of the inner semi circle were two lifted seats for two main speakers of the Oraphim representatives.  It was not yet decided how such a system would operate, yet when Sandalphon had proposed the notion of ‘Elections’, in which the Oraphim of Nadrazon would, by votes, choose their own 140 chief representatives to liaise for them, it seemed like the most sensible of decisions rather than direct choices by the Onaphim.  Further, it worked more greatly in harmony with the basics of the democratic process which Sandalphon had been proposing and which was starting to become popular in the community.

 

Aphrayel, sitting in Samael’s seat, looking up at Samael who was sitting in the guardians seat in the chambers which were empty, apart from Sandalphon over by the side near the southern entrance to the chambers, in conversation with Semyaza, spoke up.  ‘So why, exactly, dear brother of mine have the Celestyel’s been neglected in this council?  Shall the fairer gender never be able to represent their views?’

Samael grinned a little.  ‘Yes, I know Aphy.  But, as you know, I was not initially opposed to membership by the Celestyel’s, yet Logos was quite clear that the functioning of council administrations is to be an all-male affair.  He was adamant on that point and I felt it difficult to try and persuade him otherwise.  I think he was locked up tight on that particular issue.  Sorry to disappoint.’

Aphy tried to hide her frustration at his response with a cheery grin, but the cynicism was obvious to Samael.

‘Besides, dear sister, you and your kind would only upset the harmony of judgement taking place.  You have never been that sensible in making decisions after all.’

‘What?!!!’, exclaimed Aphrayel, a scowl on her face.  ‘How dare you say such a thing?  Women are far more sensible, in my experience, in decision making than our primitive counterparts.  It is only because God is damn well male that you rule, and that is all it has ever been.’

Samael grinned at his sister’s comment.  ‘Be that as it may, dear sister, council is men’s affairs.  And by the grace of God it may remain as such.’

Aphrayel just shook her head.

 

Sandalphon spoke up.  ‘Well, everything is complete brother.  Everything is complete.  Myself and Semyaza have looked over the whole facility and every issue has been addressed.  At this stage, barring any unforseen divine agendas, we can begin council on New Year day.  It is all looking good.’

Samael nodded.  He looked at Aphrayel.  ‘Change is coming, sis.  Change is coming.’  Aphrayel nodded, yet presently not completely pleased with the nature of the change – a nature not that convenient to those of her own gender.

 

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Later on, Sandalphon sat down in the seats reserved for the Saruvim – the lost 7 angels.  It had been strange of Logos to declare that 7 seats be set apart for their Saruvim brethren.  They had assumed that the Saruvim would be gone from them – eternally so.  Yet Logos’ demand that 7 seats be reserved for them caused many amongst the angelic community to wonder if, just perhaps, their lost brethren may be returned to them one day.  And perhaps, now, with the seats being made for them, perhaps it would be soon.  But, of course, that was only a matter of speculation.

 

The Saruvim had presented to Sandalphon an idea – an idea on, ultimately, what could and could not be accepted in this thing called life.  He knew, ultimately, that he had to get along with Logos and his opponents – to get along in a way which the Saruvim had apparently rejected.  And, perhaps because of this, the council was his own way of mediating his own concerns in life to find that type of lifestyle that was right for him.  Perhaps, in some ways, it was just his own self expression.  Yet he believed, now, that with the ever-growing popularity of his ideas that perhaps, just perhaps, he was in fact doing the right thing for the community as a whole.  He knew, in many ways, much of his ambition was for personal reasons – yet he had maintained that there was always the larger community perspective within this idea – indeed what it was supposed to be based upon – and perhaps, just perhaps, despite the small degree of hypocrisy in his heart which he acknowledged – perhaps things were working out for the best anyway.  Council would certainly, for want of a better word, make life a heck of a lot more interesting.

 

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Logos was seated and, finally, Sandalphon as Guardian of the Council, took his seat.  He raised his Gavel, hit his desk and declared, ‘I bring this council to order.  Session one of day one, New Year Day, in the year xxxxx.  Before I read the proposed Constitution to the Assembly which will be the subject for our first debate, I would like to take this opportunity to present my views on the basis of the Council of Azion and Nadrazon, and the heart of the democratic process.  It will not be an overly long speech, but there are things I wish to express at this, our foundation.’  Sandalphon took a sip of melit water from his glass, cleared his throat, looked out at the assembly, still a little nervous despite knowing them all, and began his speech. ‘Torah.  Torah speaks to us of the wisdom of God, our eternal father.  It speaks to us of his justice, his morality and his sense of love.  For our early years Torah was the bedrock of our community.  The Bedrock which grounded us – united us – and taught us the essentials of the life of Infinity.  When the Saruvim left us, exiled, it was due to infraction of the essence of the Torahic life.  Wherever they now are, they are due to infraction of Torah.  They leave us with a lesson.  In the democratic ideal – in the truth of every voice being heard and listened to – with a voice in the greater community – it is only through voices which are in harmony with the Torah and God’s sense of Justice that correct, proper and enlightened decisions of justice can be made.  Infractions beyond the spirit of the Torah – no matter how minimal – must be avoided.  It is to be our bedrock.  It is the constitution of our proposed constitution.  It is the foundation to which every call of judgement and repeal must ultimately answer to.  The ideal of Democracy is the heart of the Torah.  As the heart of the Torah is to give life, love and liberty to those who follow its principles, likewise Democracy gives life, love and liberty to those who cherish its sacred truths.  Democracy is the foundation of this council.  Democracy founded on the wisdom of God’s eternal Torah.  Let us, my brethren, never flinch from this divine calling with eternal vigilance, duty and fidelity.  Let us, my brethren, never flinch from our calling to honour the words of Torah and give justice, life and liberty to the angels of the Realm of Infinity.’  With his words complete, Sandalphon sat, and the business of the first day of the Council of Infinity began.

 

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Sandalphon, looking out over Azion, was interrupted in his thoughts be a question from Aphrayel.  Aphrayel had sat in the viewing chambers surrounding the central council chambers, watching the council’s first day of deliberations take place.  Sandalphon had read through the 30 page basic constitution which set out the basic purpose of the Council, its basic sense of power, and its source of authority.  The Constitution was simply met to set in place the following judicial processes with the bases in Torah and in God’s authority for what it could and could not do.  The first day had been a debate involving the authority of God, Logos, Torah and how these three elements related to the Constitution of the Council and the Council itself.  God had been designated within the constitution two main rights:  the ultimate right to make law, and the ultimate right to repeal law.  Their eternal father, while aware of the formulation of the council, and having not objected to it, had taken no further interest, seemingly happy enough for the angels to sort through their own affairs.  Nobody had really objected to the two main rights of God – he was God, after all.  Yet when it came to the rights of the Logos, there had been some debate.  Logos had been granted the fundamental right of ‘Veto’ of all legislation to be brought before the council.  Ultimately, if Logos was displeased with any particular draft bill, he had the power to reject such a bill.  Incumbent, therefore, within the power of his Veto, was the power of Assent to a bill of legislation.  In fact, if a bill was proposed, Logos had argued initially that it only need one third of the Assembly’s support, and his own assent, to have it pass as legislation.  Samael and Sandalphon had been relentless in their opposition to this point demanding that only majority rule could decide wether a piece of legislation was to be accepted or not, to which the Logos had ultimately acceded.  Yet, for Sandalphon, the power of Logos ‘Veto’ was a sticking point.  Ultimately he feared he could not bring about the types of change he wanted within the Realm of Infinity due to that power of Veto.  And because of that, while he would not object for now, in time he planned on doing something about that issue.

 

Aphrayel raised her question.  ‘So, Sandy, will you get the changes you want in with Logos power of Veto?  Doesn’t that make it difficult for you to get what you want?’  Sandalphon glared at her, albeit softly, before responding.  ‘Logos will have his way for the immediate future and beyond.  There is nothing we can do about that.  While the Onaphim have the power of two votes compared to the Oraphim’s one, the Logos is still viewed as God practically to our younger Oraphim brethren.  They will inevitably accept his judgements for the foreseeable future.  Yet, inevitably, our turn will come.’  ‘Inevitably?’ queried Samael, very mild in his sarcasm.

‘Inevitably,’ responded Sandalphon, full of confidence.

 

*    *    *    *    *

 

Towards the end of the first year of Council’s deliberations, a number of things had come to pass.  It had taken 5 months to finalise the constitution to everyone’s satisfaction.  When the final draft had been brought forth and voted on, around 70% of the council assented to it and, as such, Logos felt it sufficiently worked out to allow it to pass.  Incumbent within the constitution was the review of the constitution as the last matter in its elements – to take place each century.  After 100 years a committee would be formed to review the success of principles of the constitution and to assess what, if any, changes and improvements could be made.  It was a living document, in that sense, inasmuch as it was to be made flexible to the lives of the angels and, if necessary, as time passed, modified in such a way to more accurately reflect the essential purposes of the constitution in the first place.

 

The end of the first century Sandalphon set out in his mind.  He now had that as his goal in his mind.  He would set that date and work towards achieving his objectives with the first review of the constitution.  His primary goal, for the review, was the removal of Logos power of Veto, and the full establishment of the democratic process in the running of the Realm’s affairs.  And, with that goal in mind, Sandalphon made plans for the century ahead.  Plans, schemes and designs which, so he hoped, would ultimately help him wrest the power he now so earnestly desired.  He would be subtle.  He would be quiet, hidden, like a shadow in the background.  Perhaps the most obvious in the end but, due to his position as Guardian of the council, perhaps the least expected.  But when the day and the time of opportunity came, his century of work would, inevitably, bring forth the fruit he so earnestly indeed desired.

 

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‘Life, dear sister.  Life is like a game of chess.’  Aphrayel, sitting next to Samael in her abode, slowly working through a game of solitaire – another in an endless parade of games she had seemingly gone through forever – looked at Samael from the corner of her eye.  ‘Chess?  Mmm.  I am not sure if I should disagree straight away, just for the heck of it.  I mean, if my life is just a game, is there really any point to taking life ever so seriously?  Are we really that trivial, love of mine.’  Samael grinned at her comment.  ‘Let me explain, to put your objections to rest.  ‘Life begins with an opening move.  Usually our first thought or perhaps our first breath.  That is the opening move, and is absolutely necessary to begin the game.  And then – the world itself – our grand opponent in this game of life – challenges us.  It makes its first move.’  Aphrayel smiled a little.  She liked were this was heading, so decided to play along.  ‘And what is lifes first move, dear brother.’  ‘Oh, that absolutely depends on the player in the game and the player’s first move.  But life is intelligent.  It will usually make a grand gambit in line with our heavenly fathers overall plans of destiny.  It may, perchance, allow a random encounter enter in.  A fate of luck to perhaps strike.  But, usually, as is the way of our heavenly father, a sensible and well thought out response to our first move will be given.  For our dear new brother Semyaza, it was the greeting of the community.  Perhaps a sight he will remember forever.  A grand and great response of life.’  Aphrayel smiled.  Samael’s analogy was, in truth, quite pleasing.  Quite pleasing indeed.  ‘And lifes purpose, brother?  Is life trying to win this game?’  ‘Now that is an interesting question.  Perhaps – just perhaps – it is.  And perhaps it has with some of the players.’  ‘And who would they be.’  ‘The lost Saruvim, dear sister.’  Aphrayel looked straight at him.  ‘Life, it seems, can be viscious in its attempts at victory.’  ‘Undoubtedly so, dear sister.  Life is a passionate opponent, so virile and determined to defeat some of us, yet, on others, merciful and kind.  Perhaps, even, happy to even lose her challenge.’  ‘HER challenge?  Life is a woman?’  ‘Metaphor, sister.  But, yes.  Life does not mind losing.  It is, really, a complicated beast.  Why always win at everything, dear sister.  There is no shame in defeat, as we do teach ourselves often.  It is a learning experience.  Something to taste to remind ourselves of our own frailty.  To keep us humble.  To not forget that we are not something greater than what we simply are.’  Aphrayel looked at him, and nodded.  True.  That was a truth she had likewise learned.  In the pride of heart – in the pride of mind – distortion of ones true self lay obvious to all except its partaker.  It was in that sensible virtue of humility that true self and grounding lay.  Of that particular virtue she was quite grateful.

 

‘What are you two mumbling on about?’  Sandalphon, taking a sip of whiskey, moved away from his looking over the Golden city, something which he did every time he was in Aphrayel’s abode, almost out of a sense of routine or habit, came over and sat opposite Samael and Aphrayel.  Aphrayel spoke up.  ‘My dear brother has explained that life is like a game of Chess.’  Sandalphon grinned.  ‘Well Samael’s life, it seems, may last forever.  If the way he now plays Chess is any guess.’  Samael grinned quite a bit at that comment.  It was a very clever one, which also brought a laugh from Aphrayel.  The reference, of course, was to the practically eternal game which had been going on between Logos and Samael.  The game was approaching an absorbing and competitive phase, with it very difficult to really tell yet if any side held the upper hand.  If Samael’s life was like a game of chess, then the one was playing with Logos was of the more extreme kinds.

 

Shadray, who was sitting near the chess set on the floor, reading through a fictional book of one of the Oraphim, spoke up.  ‘The question remains, though.  Who will win that game of life, Samael.  Who will win that game of life.’  Sandalphon and Aphrayel both looked at Samael.  ‘Who indeed,’ was his only response.

 

And the afternoon passed, another in an endless parade of the lives of the angels of Infinity.

 

*    *    *    *  *

 

Logos sat in thought, reflecting on the first year of council.  Looking back now at his decision to allow the formation of the council he had generally concluded that it was inspiration on the part of Sandalphon and Samael to have suggested such an idea.  Really, it was now working smoothly and effectively and, in truth, he had to realize that the opportunity it presented the angels to have a say in their lives brought a sense of meaning and purpose to those lives, and a satisfaction in being able to have a say.  It was, in reflection, the right outcome.  It was the right decision to have allowed the council, especially, now, in the practical use it gave for administration of the Realm in legal and administrative affairs.

 

He often spoke with Samael indirectly these days.  Shadray had become close friends with Samael and Sandalphon, as well as talking with himself regularly.  Almost like a go between, between what had become, almost, opposing forces.  Yet, thinking on that, it perhaps suited Shadray’s nature to be in such a role.  He was definitely in many ways of Sandalphon’s and Samael’s thinking but, likewise, he shared much of the viewpoints of Logos and the Ecclesia.  Yet, as Logos knew well, everyone was different.  Everyone knew, in a way, a little bit of something.  Everyone had their own glance into the reality of life and knowledge and the mystery of it all.  Everyone was, to Logos, in the end very necessary to the fabric of life – each contributing a cherished and valued part.  It was, ultimately, in the grand and great community of life which people found their meaning, their love, their unity, their hopes, their dreams and their aspirations.  It was, in the end, the stuff of life.  And characters such as Shadray and Samael and Sandalphon and the rest were, ultimately, pieces in a giant jigsaw puzzle of life which seemed, to Logos, to be ever unfolding.  Great indeed, he felt, was the wisdom of his eternal father.

 

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Aphrayel lay there, in the dark, thinking on life and love.  Samael lay next to her, asleep, snoring softly which he occasionally did.  She thought on Samael and the love he was to her in her life.  She felt, perhaps, in this particular brother of hers, she had a mate – a love – a friend – which was unlike any other she had known.  He was, Samael, the most extraordinary of angels.  He was, perhaps, malevolent in heart, but rarely in practice or action.  Yet you knew he had mastery of himself and feared none.  He carried himself with an air of infinite understanding, as if he had all the answers and was teaching those around him of his vast experience with his reservoir of understanding.  As if those around him were simply, inevitably, younger than him and needed the benefit of his unfolding wisdom.  Yet, the truth was that Samael carried this aura without the stigma of arrogance.  It was, in truth, part of the charm of this old devil.  Part of his everlasting charm, and she loved him for it.

 

Sandalphon, likewise, seemed ancient in wisdom.  In some ways, perhaps, like Samael.  The two them, as friends, were inseparable.  Both two old devils who had lived life and seen its great dramas, learning all along.  Dear Sandy, though, was a little bit, for want of a better word, slower than Samael.  By no means stupid, but not quite as cutting edge with his words and his comeback.  Yet, inevitably, the two of them were made for each other, and as a third party in the small clique, Aphrayel found great happiness, pleasure and comedic joy in being found with two such individuals who, in the end, had indeed worked it out.  To her they had found the secret.  The secret of life.  And, to Aphrayel, that secret was accepting life and choosing to live it.  To choose to accept the gift that God freely gave, and not only that, but to make something joyful, happy and fulfilling in life.  But, in recent years, having considered Samael and Sandalphon in detail, she found herself quietly smiling at her brothers.  She felt, the real truth to their behaviour was this.  They had chosen, quite young, to be cunning about life.  To be old devils, very happily having fun and pleasure with their brethren, yet often in most subtley malicious and malevolent, yet loving ways.

 

She reflected on Logos, and found that, ultimately, he didn’t quite understand that there was no harm intended in Sandalphon’s and Samael’s ways.  That the two of them, really, had a spirit of adventure and life – of subtle comedy and charming love – which brought a character not always enjoyed by the steadfast sobriety and seriousness of Logos.  Perhaps, one day, if Logos lightened up a little he might, too, see the benefits in having, what she could only call, a subtle sense of humour about it all.  Perhaps, if her oldest brother partook of a little of the lighter side of life, the community would be all the better for it.  It was a point, in the heart of Aphrayel, that she had generally conceded.

 

She laid there, thinking through her thoughts.  Thinking and happy with it all.  At this point in time.  At this point in her endless life, with all that had been and with all that was to come, Aphrayel was at peace.  Life was good.  Love was good.  Everything was good in the world.  And, by the grace of God, so it would ever be.

 

Chapter Ten

 

Samael and Sandalphon sat on the park bench in front of Rageeta Pond, just in front of Council chambers.  Samael had a packet full of peanuts, ones which some of the angels of Nadrazon had picked and put into paper bags they had made, and made available in this format.  It was part of the new ‘packaging’ and ‘products’ mentality that Logos had introduced.  He wanted, so he said, food products and other stuffs available in an easy to handle format in which people could easily preserve their foodstuffs and have them made available.  Presently, on the southern side of Azion, there was a new ‘common store’ of food and other products coming from Nadrazon which had been made available to the angels of Azion.  These were organised in the stores in a stalls and shelved sections, available to take easily.  All of this planning had come forth from Logos in council, and the community greatly benefited from his ideas.

 

Samael was cracking open the peanut shells, eating one, and tossing the other, for the heck of it, into Rageeta pond.  Sandalphon, with a pegged glass of whiskey which he had gotten from the store, was slowly working his way through the glass and was, presently, in a state of mild intoxication.

 

‘Youhg gknow Shmaael.  Liggffe ish Ghud.  Liggfie isht ghud,’ said Sandalphon, who, starting to become sleepy, laid his head on Samael’s shoulder.  Samael looked at Sandalphon who, after a few moments, drifted off to slumber.  He looked at him, then returned his gaze to the ducks floating on top of Rageeta pond and threw another peanut at them.  Occasionally one of the ducks would make a grab at the peanut and follow it under the water to grab at it, often achieving success.  It was a trivial amusement for Samael, but it was passing the time.

 

He spied Logos at the entrance of the council, talking with Semyaza and Shadray and some of the Oraphim members of council.  Council was not in session today, but a number of members had been reviewing a new proposed Act, being present in assembly as it was discussed.  Logos looked at Samael and Sandalphon and, excusing himself from his discussion with Semyaza, made his way over to them.

 

Samael looked up at him as he approached and, when Logos was a short distance in front of him, nodded slightly, yet continued tossing peanuts at the ducks.  Logos looked at Sandalphon and the whiskey bottle, grinned a little, and watched Samael toss another peanut at the ducks.  After a while he sat down next to Samael and just stared at Samael tossing peanuts at the ducks.  Samael, thinking he was amusing his older brother, handed him a small handful of nuts.  Logos took them, looked over towards council as if thinking better of it, yet still proceeded to open up the shells, eat one, and throw the rest of the peanuts at the ducks.

 

The ducks, quite happy to have another supply of the cherished nuts, took a greater interest and charged after the new food supply.  Logos looked at them and thought, ‘And God will even feed ducks.  How great he is.’

 

The afternoon passed and Logos sat there, staring at the ducks, as Sandalphon snored and dreamed his dreams.

 

Eventually, the two of them managed to lift Sandalphon, draped between them, back to his abode and parted for the night.  Samael looked at Sandalphon in his bed for a few moments, then walked out to the main room were Aphrayel was ready with the evening meal, and a bottle of champagne.

 

It was a good meal, Samael thought to himself, and a pleasant afternoon.  Really, it was a nothing of an afternoon.  Almost a waste of time, in a sense.  But what was life if such guilty little pleasures could not be enjoyed once in a while.  It was such days, after all, which gave it its meaning in the end anyway.

 

*    *    *    *    *

 

Samael looked down at the chess set.  It was now his move.  Logos had just taken a piece with the last move, and it was his response.  Of course, the obvious move was to likewise take the piece Logos had used to take his own piece in return, yet Samael was considering his options with the game.  On points he should take the piece but, in a sense, he had the opportunity with an extra move by not taking that piece which, if he planned ahead carefully, he could perhaps get a greater points advantage.  If he took this gambit – if he took it – he would have to be certain in his attacking strategy.  If not, with the points lead Logos would maintain, perhaps the best he could hope for would ultimately be a draw.  He would have to contemplate this for a while.

 

Aphrayel, seated on the couch involved with a game of solitaire, spoke up.  ‘There is something, brother.  Something in my spirit today.  A yearning – a desire – to do something new.  Something different.’  Samael looked at her, his curiousity piqued.  ‘And what would that be, dear sister.’

‘I was wondering if you could help me with that, Sammy.’  Samael nodded, yet returned to the game of chess.  But, his sister’s current anxieties quickly sprang to mind, and he decided to act upon them.  ‘Come on, Aphy.  It is still morning.  Let’s fly down to Nadrazon and have a look around.’  Aphrayel brightened up, actually finding in his suggestion the answer to her problem.

 

They looked in front of the new store in the town centre of Nadrazon city and noticed, in the window, next to the piece of jewellery, a sign.  A sign with a number and the words 100 credits, next to it.  Aphrayel was puzzled.  She looked at Samael and asked him, ‘What are credits?’  He looked puzzled also, and decided to go inside to inquire.

 

Later on, the two of them were quite confused.  ‘The ‘New Economy’ which the store owner had spoken of, brought into power by the recently passed Act, which Samael had not inquired into its detail in any great degree, gave the power of use of goods and services to angels based on the notion of how much ‘Credit’ they had.  Initially credit would be given freely to all the angels, but, after time, to receive credit they would have to work for it.  This was all spelled out in Logos’ recent Act on the issue Economic Reforms, and, due to this, Samael and Aphrayel faced the inevitable reality that, soon, they would have to be working to support their lifestyle.

 

Initially they were not sure what to make of the idea.  It seemed, to Samael, fair enough.  He knew that the angels had to make a contribution to their community, as they had always done – and this new idea of credit seemed like an opportunity for them to ensure such contributions were made.  He felt, perhaps, that it was not really needed.  That goodwill, as had always been done, could remain the state of affairs.  But the bill had been passed and all seemed pleased enough with it.  Perhaps, now, it was the simple facts of life.  Perhaps that was what this particular Act had achieved.

 

*    *    *    *    *

 

‘So if I don’t work, I don’t eat?’ Sandalphon asked Samael, bemused at such a statement.  It seemed Sandalphon, who had not paid much attention to the exact detail of the recent Act, was likewise caught unawares.  Samael nodded.  ‘I have talked with Logos on this issue.  It is the new way of functioning in the community.  For everyone of us, to gain an allowance from the central monetary fund, we will have to engage in a minimum amount of work each week.  Everyone has the same allowance, and everyone will be required to do at least the same minimum of work to receive the allowance.’  Sandalphon stood aghast.  ‘And what if we don’t do the bloody work?  What then?’

‘In Logos words – no work, no food.  As simple as that.’

Sandalphon shook his head, completely frustrated at the statement.  ‘Then what bloody work do we have to do?’

As members on the council, the Onaphim have the permanent responsibility to sit on council and attend a certain minimum number of sessions.  With that done, they receive their allowance.’

‘Right.  Well what does this credit – this money – entitle us to.’

‘Well, actually.  That is were I sort of see the positive in the idea.  Down in Nadrazon there is emerging a growing number of new food products and other services which make having money quite attractive.  A lot of things to actually spend money on.  And, supposedly in the words of the Act, this will promote the economic situation.’

Sandalphon looked at Samael.  ‘The economic situation?  I think council has gone to Logos’ head.  I mean who the heck will give a damn about the economic situation?’

‘Perhaps many, brother.  Perhaps many.’

 

They discussed the issue for some time more that night and into the early morning, reviewing a copy of the Act Samael had with him.  Eventually they decided, after much discussion, that they would not try to have the Act repealed, but would look perhaps at some amendments in the future.  For now, with the new potential in goods and services such an Act offered, the two of them were slowly being won to the idea.  For now, the notion of an economy, seemed pleasant enough to them.  For now.

 

*    *    *    *    *

 

‘Oh, Sammy.  It is beautiful.  Please, can you buy it for me?’  Samael stood next to Aphrayel in the new dress store on the main street of Nadrazon city, looking at the aquamarine wonder his sister was holding.  ‘He looked at the price and almost died.’  ‘For 15,000 credits, sis, I am not sure I would buy the dress for God even if he wanted it.  Besides, I Have only 50,000 credits left of the initial payment we all received.  I have been buying things for my abode, you see.  Really, it is too much Aphrayel.  And it may only last, what, a century, and then there is my money all gone, down the drain.’

‘I understand,’ said Aphrayel, longingly looking at the dress, but returning it to the hanger.  She looked at the shop assistant who was standing next to her.  ‘Your prices are so expensive.  Why?’

The Oraphim smiled politely.  ‘We are all trying to make a living, dear sister.  Besides, a lot of work went into that dress.  Such work doesn’t come for free.’

‘Not anymore,’ she sighed to herself, giving the dress one long last look as the two of them exited the store.

Samael spoke up.  ‘I think, in the end, the money idea is for the best.  I have often thought that it is, really, cheery good will which has motivated us Onaphim for so long in the work we do for each other.  Yet, with so many new brethren, and so much non-familiarity in a sense, perhaps cold hard money is the best solution to get us to do the work for each other that we need to do.  As bizarre as it might seem, the fact that money gets us what we want is a very good motivator to do hard work.  Would you not agree?’

Aphrayel nodded, instantly agreeing.  Money, it seemed, now ruled the world.  And that being the case she decided to save as much of it as she possibly could.’

 

*    *    *    *    *

 

‘What the hell is this stuff? Samael asked Sandalphon, who was totally zonked out on the couch in front of him.  ‘Marijuana, Sammy.  It costs a ton, but boy is it worth it.  I feel fucking fantastic.’  Samael looked at the grassy substance, thought on perhaps trying some, but then thought better of it.  If it really was that expensive, better to be cautious with his money and not get so quickly addicted.

 

‘Well as long as you are enjoying it,’ said Samael to Sandalphon.  ‘Too bloody right.  I still have a heap of credit.  I will probably buy some more.’

‘Yet what happens when your credit runs out?  What then?’

‘Well, I have worked for millennia, and have no problem with it.  If that is all it takes for money to come in, then I’m fine Sammy.  Really, I could probably blow just about all of it and the regular payment will still come in each week.  And I have worked out that our wage is quite enough to afford the basics.  I should be fine.  Don’t worry so much, ok.’

Samael nodded slowly.  Yes, it was true.  Sandalphon had worked for centuries, so he assumed he knew what he was doing.  Samael would extend him a little trust on that issue.

 

*    *    *    *    *

 

In the Realm of Eternity, hovering around Kalphon Keep, the Saruvim of Infinity were bored.  For around 9,000 years the Saruvim had resided on the Rock below the Realm of Infinity going through, as it were, their allotted punishment.  And then, one of them had fallen from the rock, coming to the Realm of Eternity far below.  And they had haunted this realm for around 3,000 years, playing various tricks on the Angels of Eternity, always unknown as they could not be seen or heard by these Angels.  And, because of that reality, while it had kept them amused for quite some time, they were now quite bored with life and its little interactions.  Mostly they hung around Kalphon keep, watching angels as they came and went and, apart from that, occasionally studying at the various libraries were books were often left open for them to read through.

 

Karanasius, one of the shadow angels of Eternity, had spoken to them once letting them know that they were known of, yet had told them that, despite their pranks having grown less and less, they would not be accepted into the community of Eternity any time soon.  ‘Father is still punishing you,’ was all the Shadow angel had really said to them.

 

Satan, with that knowledge, planned.  He planned for a time in the future when he would realize some of his ambitions.  Power what was what he was seeking.  He would, he felt, use whatever means were at his disposal to achieve that power.  Yet, in the evil that had occupied much of his thinking in younger years, he would not worry so much about trying to be overtly malicious in the gaining of that power.  Perhaps he had softened somewhat.  He was not as hate-filled as he once was.  Perhaps that was the way of life, now, for the firstborn of the Saruvim of Infinity.

 

*    *    *    *    *

 

Gemrayel sat next to Samael in his abode, as he spoke on some of the routine things of council.  ‘Samael, do you love me?’  Samael looked at Gemrayel, totally surprised by the question.  ‘Why, yes, of course I love you Gemrayel.  But I would have thought you knew that.’  She nodded, happy to hear that news.

‘I was wondering, dear brother.  I was wondering if you could, perhaps, start spending more time with me.  You know, like the time you spend with Aphrayel.  Why should it be, after all, that she be the only of us sisters to consume your attention.  I mean, for heaven’s sake, you haven’t bedded one of us in millennia.  And we miss you.’

Samael nodded, actually conscious of the fact he had not been with any other of his sisters’ for so long, which had indeed been a definite decision of his.  Yet, perhaps now.  Perhaps, with the greater and larger community of angels to be with at any given time – perhaps now, the idea of returning to lovemaking with his other sisters would not be so intolerable to his older brother Logos.  It was, in truth, why he had limited himself to just Aphrayel.  He had not wanted to offend Logos on this issue as, for Logos, it had been such a crucial issue.  Till this day

 

‘Well, ok Gemrayel.  I take your point.  I will speak with Logos later on this day on this issue.  I have recently heard from Michael that their period of abstinence will be drawing to a close within this century.  So, perhaps now – perhaps now Logos will not be so cautious.  Alright.’

Gemrayel nodded, happy enough and hopeful enough for there to be good news from Logos.

 

*    *    *    *    *

 

Logos looked at Samael and thought carefully on his response.  ‘Well, alright.  Alright, you have my permission.  I would, though, ask you that if you could wait a small number of years more for the Ecclesia to complete their abstinence, that it would be appreciated.  But, you have my permission regardless to practice your sexuality as you see fit.  I feel, now, with the strength of a sense of sexual purity now within the community as a whole, much of the work needed to be done on this issue has been addressed.  There will be an Ecclesia of the Oraphim, but they will not be called apart for as long as the Onaphim.  The Onaphim have, fortunately, completed the difficult work.  Samael looked at him, searching for an answer.  ‘And what is that work, Logos?’

‘You might understand one day, brother.  You might understand one day.’

 

*    *    *    *    *

 

Samael touched his sister Gemrayel.  He touched her pale flesh, and caressed, slowly, her pleasant thighs.  He gazed at her feminine glory, and partook of it with his lips, to which she giggled.  He moved up to her breasts, and likewise anointed them.  And then, face to face, they kissed searching each others hidden treasures, after which a night of passionate lovemaking ensued.

 

*    *    *    *    *

 

‘Oh, he was good.’  The Celestyel’s gathered together in Aphrayel’s abode, were intently listening to Gemrayel as she gossed up her night with Samael.  Aphrayel, her pride a little dented, listened on nevertheless.  Perhaps, in the end.  Perhaps it was about time that her brother sought another sister for the comfort that only a sister could give.  Perhaps she had been selfish for so long to deny him the love that others sought of him and he himself perhaps sought.  But, yes she was jealous.  Yes, she was jealous.

 

*    *    *    *    *

 

Samael and Sandalphon looked at the new club, as it was called.  ‘Well, shall we go inside? Sandalphon asked Samael.  ‘May as well.  Lead on then.’  The two then entered the new nightclub of Nadrazon.

 

Sitting down in the smoke filled club, which had a band playing new instruments over in the corner, a bar with a bartender and angels sitting drinking beer, and a pool table with people playing pool, the angels were slightly amused.  ‘Now this looks like MY type of place, began Sandalphon.’  Samael could not help but agree.

 

A female Oraphim came up to Sandalphon.  ‘Hi, honey.  If you like, for 200 credits I will show you the night of your life.’  ‘Sex you mean?’ asked Sandalphon.  ‘What else, honey,’ the Oraphim replied.  ‘Sandalphon looked the angel over, quite pleased with what he was seeing.  ‘200 credits, huh.  So you don’t actually mind selling your body for credits?  I mean, that is ok with you?’  ‘Honey,’ she said, taking a long draw on a cigarette.  ‘A girl has got to make a living.’  Samael smirked slightly at the comment.

Sandalphon looked at Samael and over at the clock on the wall.  ‘Tell you what, darling.  Shout us a few drinks, and I will take you up on that offer later on.  Ok.’

The angel went to the bar and soon returned with the said drinks.

 

Later on, after she had divulged that ‘Prostitution’ was actually quite a good money earner in the new economy, Sandalphon bid Samael good night as he went off to pleasure the flesh credits had bought him.  ‘Samael sitting there, listening to the music, could only think one thing.   ‘Facts of life.’

 

*    *    *    *    *

 

Logos, sitting in his temple, was pleased.  The new economy was working out well, as far as he was concerned.  True, there were teething problems, but these could be worked out with amendments to necessary acts and new practices.  But, in the potential he saw within the monetary situation, and the economy which could grow as a result, it was definitely, he felt, in the Angelic communities best interests.

 

Logos, himself, had received the same inheritance each angel had received, and was on the same wage.  He was very careful with how he spent the money, mainly purchasing the basics he needed to maintain his life, and depositing the rest with the newly established ‘Bank’ which recorded money angels were trying to save.

 

One thing he had maintained was this.  The ‘Home’ abodes of the angels could not be bought and sold.  Yet, in the outer areas of the realm, were new keeps could be potentially built, such buildings and homes could be made available for sale.  Ultimately, a free market, in which such buildings were bought and sold, would dominate.  He considered, due to the reality of what he saw as a ‘leasing’ of homes, with credit payment, that there be established a maximum number of homes that any particular angel could own.  It was a way which ensured no particular angel abused God’s provision by trying to take too much from another.  Yet he knew he needed to allow a fair degree of flexibility on this issue, to allow angels to pursue their dreams.

 

But, after many millennia, with angels growing used to the system, he was sure that it would be in the best interests of the community as a whole.  Time would only tell.

 

*    *    *    *    *

 

‘So how many homes do you plan on owning, Aphrayel?’ Samael asked, his curiousity aroused.  ‘The maximum, probably.  Apparently that is 10 per angel.  10 abodes, or small keeps.  But, if I invest wisely, and attract leases, I can perhaps afford to live off the leases and not worry about any work.’  Samael considered that point.

‘I dare say, many angels may have that idea as well.’

‘True.  But from what I have seen, most are poor savers, nearly always spending it right at once.’  Samael nodded, having also encountered such a truth.  He thought, then, that perhaps it was a good thing he had become entangled with such a sensible sister as Aphrayel.  Perhaps it was a good thing indeed.

 

*    *    *    *    *

 

The economy of the Realm of Infinity – both of Azion and Nadrazon – continued to prosper for many years.  After a certain while, the tenure of abstinence in service for the Onaphim Ecclesia was completed, upon which the seventh, Saruviel, sought comfort in one of the prostitutes of Nadrazon.  For the others, finding a love partner amongst the Oraphim seemed to be the best course of action, for the Celestyel’s showed them little interest.

 

In a sense, it was a new world to which the Onaphim had been born into, with the birth of the Oraphim.  A new world, with new rules, and a new way of life.  Yet, it seemed to suit them after a while, and they gradually came to terms with its new ideas and rules.

 

And, as time passed, the angels, again, grew together as a community, as much of the hype of the new economy passed, and lives again grew intertwined in the spirit of life and love which the Almighty carefully and lovingly fostered amongst his children.

 

Chapter Eleven

 

Samael sat in his abode in Azion, thinking on life.  Thinking on life and the possibilities that went with it.  And he thought on the future – the eternal future before him, and he also thought how what Logos had shared with him could impact on that future.

 

One day, so Logos had told him in confidence, others would come forth.  Other beings, alike angels in many respects, would be born.  And their numbers would, ultimately, be uncountable.

 

Logos had told him that his reputation, then, would be quite important.  His eternal name – wether good or bad – would be known to countless beings, all of which would have an opinion on one of the oldest of God’s children.  And because of that Logos had stressed to him the importance of a standard.  A standard of holiness, decency, righteousness and truth which must, so he stressed, must be maintained eternally so.  For if not maintained, he would ultimately be dabbling around in the domain of death.  And nobody, he assured Samael, nobody returned from Death’s hallowed graves.

 

Samael considered Logos words and, realizing that it was his ‘older’ brother, gave a nod of respect to the Almighty for reminding him that Logos, too, was focused on the eternal.  That his older brother, too, did have a sense of what it was all about.  And for that simple fact he was grateful.  Very thankfully grateful.

 

*    *    *    *    *

 

And, now, she had home number 3.  After a great deal of saving, and being very specific with how she wanted this particular keep designed, and its proximity to Nadrazon, which had finally been approved of, Aphrayel was silently pleased.  The keep, so the architect had maintained, was the best he had designed so far.  ‘Sure to be popular with all who grace its lovely presence,’ he had stated confidently.  Aphrayel, having looked over the keep meticulously so was, generally, pleased with the outcome.  The keep had cost her 90% of her savings – just about everything years of work had contributed to.  But it had been, looking at the keep, worth the effort.  And now she would advertise the keep in stores in Nadrazon and, with word of mouth as well, be hopeful to find a tenant to lease the keep.  Technically, while she owned the keep, she did not own the land.  The land remained permanently the property of the community as a whole.  Yet, she did have a lease on the land of 1000 years, with the option for a renewal of the lease unless, clearly specified in the legislation, the community had such an urgent or important need for the land for other purposes importance to the furtherance of the communities general goal and way of life, that made the annulling of the lease technically possible.  Yet, so Logos assured her, the intent with the lease structure was to be permanent as well, unless, so he stressed, unless genuine grounds existed for the annulling of the lease.  Yet, for the foreseeable future, this did not seem probable.  Regardless, she owned the keep fully, and had full rights to make an income from the leasing of the keep for as long as she owned the lease of the land.

 

Of course, 1,000 years would be sufficient time in which to make great savings and, hopefully, continue to add keeps to her maximum number allowed of 10.  And, fortunately, it was really only a small percentage amongst the community who actually bothered with this issue.  Most were content in the everyday flow of life – the regular work and the fact they had a birth abode they had an eternal right to – that such ideas of building new keeps were not taken up by most.  Yet, Aphrayel had seen an opportunity and, working as carefully as she could, tried to make the most of that opportunity.

 

Most of her work was in Azion, simply dedicated to the regular work roster of working in the main store, and preparing and serving meals in the common room which was still quite popular.  Logos had never stated to her any need to do anything else, so she had relied on that and persevered with what she had, steadily working towards her goal, which she was in the process of completing.

 

Samael, often, commented to her on the wisdom and astuteness of her conduct in this issue.  He was ‘impressed with her’ he had confided on many occasions, showing his silent admiration for her goals.  She often wondered were Samael’s money now went, noting that after an initial splurge, in which he had done up his abode to look quite nice, he mostly saved his income in the bank.  Through occasional remarks, though, she gained the insight that he was saving for a rainy day, in a sense.  ‘Looking ahead, sis, you never quite know when a large amount of saving may just come in useful.  You never know.’  She had observed that comment and, quietly, remained curious as to what object, if any, he was working towards in his saving.  It would be curious, indeed, to find the answer.

 

*    *    *    *    *

 

‘Alright, Samael.  That is an acceptable amendment.  I will assent to it.  Seeing as it is only 10% of the outer edge of Nadrazon, the notion of permanent ownership seems acceptable.  But, mind you, and this is important, we cannot allow any more than that.  The free market only operates so far in respect to land ownership.  After that it impacts on lives, potentially, in a negative sense.  So don’t forget.  10%.  Nothing more.’

‘Agreed, replied Samael, now quite happy with his new amendment.

 

The arrangement was for the outer 10% edge of Nadrazon Realm – the lower disc – to be given over to the free market and be able to be bought and sold permanently.  In that idea, Samael felt, he could even outfox his sister Aphrayel.  It was, certainly, an idea worth pursuing.

 

*    *    *    *    *

 

‘You bloody devil!  You bloody devil!  Here I am, slaving for years to buy what is only leasehold land, and now you go and pass a bill for permanent land ownership on the outer edge.  And I am basically broke.  You bloody devil!’  Samael hung his head, but was still quite happy.  ‘Look, Aphy.  Don’t worry about it, ok.  I was able to afford 7 of the 400 blocks at the auctions.  7 of them is a significant amount, ok.’  ‘Yes, but you bloody own them, don’t you.  Not me, your beloved sister.  But bloody old Samael, the oldest devil in our realm.’  Samael grinned at the comment and decided to share the good news.  He took the title deed from his pocket and handed it to her.  ‘What is this?’ she asked.  ‘Right in the centre of my blocks, the fourth block, belongs to that block this title deed.  It is yours.  A totally free gift.  And it is just to say I love you Aphy, ok.’  She looked at the title deed, amazed.  She thought for a second, the briefest of seconds, of handing it back to him, but wised up.  She looked at him and, remembering he did say he loved her, smiled.  ‘Well, ok.  You are forgiven.  And thank you.  Thank you.  Permanent ownership.  Now that is the way to go.’

‘I thought so.  It was why I worked so hard for it.  I timed the application for the amendment just at the right time, I think.  Just when I had sufficient savings and before others in the house may have cottoned on to the idea.  And, fortunately, it worked, as I gained nearly the most blocks of any angel.’  She looked at him.  ‘How many did Logos buy?’

‘9.  The most of anyone.  Perhaps, he too, saw it coming.  Very wise, my older brother.  Very wise indeed.’  Aphy nodded, unsurprised at Logos’ achievement.  It was just like him, Logos, to be prepared for such a situation.  Just like him.

‘Ok.  With a permanent abode in Azion, and now this land as mine forever, I don’t have to work ever again.  That is, after a while.’

‘How do you figure, sis?’

‘Rental.  If I make the keep on my block as attractive as possible, and simply live in Azion, I can live off the rental, save, and never have to work again.  It is the easy life then, and I can get all the things I could ever want to have.’

Samael smiled at the wisdom of his sister.  He was, in truth, grateful that she had found this happiness.  It was comforting to know that his most beloved sister was a wise soul indeed.

 

*    *    *    *    *

 

Having, in general, come to terms with the reality of the new economy, Samael and Sandalphon’s thoughts turned once again to the notion of democracy.  Samael in particular, now, felt that in the democratic ideal and in the free market system, the ability for each and every angel to pursue its lifes dreams lay unbounded.  And, in such a dream, Samael turned his attention to trying to get Logos power of veto and assent over the Acts of Parliament, as it had become known, abolished.

 

He spoke with Semyaza often, who agreed with the idea in principle.  And, as months gave way to years, the three of them worked as a team – Samael, Semyaza and Sandalphon – in pursuit of the idea of complete democratic reform and the establishment of the ‘free market’ in every conceivable aspect of community life in the Realm of Infinity.

 

‘Free Market’, it seemed, would decide much of the future.  Much, to a certain point, anyway.

 

*    *    *    *    *

 

The council was in session.  Logos was at his seat, looking through a document, and Sandalphon was in his position as overseer of the council.  A debate had been going on over various propositions put forth in Samael’s newly proposed ‘General Amendment’s Bill’, which proposed various amendments to the Acts of Parliament and even, technically, an amendment to the constitution which had finally been noticed.

 

When that was brought to the attention of the Assembly, discussion became heated, and Logos started tuning in.

 

‘Now,’ Michael began.  ‘If I am to interpret this point right near the end of the bill correctly, upon passing of this bill a referendum will take place in which the community, as a whole, is to be asked wether they would like the veto power of Logos removed from Parliament, and the notion of full-democratic-process established.  Is this correct Samael?’  Samael stood to address the assembly, and Logos, having started listening, was paying attention.  ‘Michael, Assembly.  For too long now we as an assembly have been unable to pass certain legislations – certain necessary legislations – due to the whims of our older brother who must assent the lot of them.  Brothers.  This is not democracy.  This is not the freedom our beloved brother Sandalphon spoke of when this Assembly was formed.  It is only right and proper that this referendum take place and, when it is approved of, Logos take his place amongst the community with the same voting power.  It is only right and proper, I submit to you.’

 

Michael nodded.  ‘So we have heard correctly, I take it then?’

‘Indeed you have,’ responded Samael, with Sandalphon looking on confidently.

‘Mmm,’ commented Logos from his seat.  Interesting times lay ahead, he thought to himself.  Interesting times indeed.

 

*    *    *    *    *

 

Shadray sat with Saruviel, contemplating life.  ‘Well, do you think this idea of Samael, the new amendment will get through?’ Shadray asked Saruviel.  ‘Probably not, brother.  Probably not.  The community has generally accepted the authority of the Logos and, as such, it is doubtful that a majority will want any significant change on the issue.  They may win some.  They may win many.  But I doubt that they will get near the numbers they need.  I doubt it strongly.’  Shadray nodded, similar thoughts having come into his head as well.  He spent more time, now, hanging with Saruviel.  With the separation of the ecclesia finally having come to an end, the community had returned, finally, to a sense of normality it had not known for thousands of years.  The community of the Onaphim, at least.  Of course, Logos was now in the process of working towards an Ecclesia amongst the Oraphim.  Yet of what shape and substance that would be, time would only tell.

 

The two of them were currently involved with a game of chess, a regular short length one, not of the monumental proportions of the game between Samael and Logos which was still progressing.

 

They sat there, chatting about this and that.  Saruviel shared with him of a love interest amongst the Oraphim of Nadrazon that he had become entangled with.  She was, apparently, a pretty young angel.  One which had captivated Saruviel’s heart and attentions.

 

Shadray himself, usually, still went to his Celestyel sisters for such matters of the heart.  Perhaps, one day, he may seek out one of the Oraphim for such love.  Yet not for the immediate future.  For now Shadray was mostly dedicated to his counsel work, discussing various aspects of the Acts of Parliament – the law of the realm – and analysing how successful such law was in practice.  It occupied much of his thinking and thought, apart from the Torah study, of which he maintained a regular slot in his life.  Torah, now, for Shadray, was meant to be a constant.  He would try and study it every day to, in his intent, remain grounded on the facts of a holy life.  In time, he was sure, such grounding would be established completely in his heart in a way which, although he was ancient in many ways, had yet to find a complete foothold.  He felt, perhaps, it was in commitment to Torah study.  In a daily commitment that the ebb and flows of life found there most steady beat – one which would endure longer and more consistently than any of the latest philosophical wisdoms on the meaning of life.  Torah, it seemed, grounded him.  And on that reality, for now, he was committed to.

 

*    *    *    *    *

 

Garanel sat in the main club of Nadrazon, chatting with Dolphyel who was listening to the band, drinking his beer slowly, and gazing around the club at the various females.  Garanel, so it seemed, came here often, apparently spending much of his income on his most beloved of pastimes, the infamous prostitution which was the bane of Logos’ life, in the sermons he preached often to the community of the Oraphim.

 

Dolphyel, now very used to Garanel, did not really care either way about Garanel’s appetite for flesh.  He was only an angel, with the physical desires each and every angel was born with.  In the end, Logos could only expect so much of him.  Garanel was only being himself and, for Dolphyel, Logos perhaps went too far in some of the things he preached to the Oraphim about.

 

So intense had Logos preaching been at times that, seemingly, life in the Realm of Infinity was divided into two classes.  For want of better words, the good and the bad.  Or the holy and the transgressor.  And Logos wasn’t even afraid to call some transgressors ‘sinners’ from time to time, which indeed offended many of the supposed sinners.

 

Yet, such was the moral crusade Logos’ was bent upon, which didn’t really affect Dolphyel and Garanel either way, very used to the teachings and perspectives of their oldest brother.

 

‘He’ll get over it eventually, bro.’ Garanel maintained to Dolphyel.  ‘Probably when he finally lands a bird.  Dolphyel nodded, actually understanding were Garanel was coming from.  ‘Remember what I said, once.  A comfortable level of decadence, or something like that.  We all level out eventually.  No point in pretending to be holy.  No point in pretending to be what we are not.  Our true nature comes out in the end.  No point in hiding from it.  Better to accept and learn to live with it.  It becomes easier, then.  Trust me.  Let go and life becomes a lot simpler.  You get over your holiness crusade and ego trip based on that crusade.  You get over it.’

 

Dolphyel, in general, had come around to Garanel’s position.  It seemed true enough.  You did tend to get over it when you didn’t try so hard.  Perhaps it was best to simply accept what they were.  Perhaps that really was the way after all.

 

*    *    *    *    *

 

‘Democratic rights, Samael?’ Sandalphon queried him.  ‘Explain.’

Samael, standing near the window looking out over Azion from Aphrayel’s abode, responded to Sandalphon’s query.  ‘Democratic rights are these ideals.  Firstly, that as beings of life, with our own spirit and identity, alike God, we have an inherent right to therefore exist and be given those things necessary to continue our eternal existence.  Incumbent within the right of our existence is, therefore, God’s eternal responsibility to thus ensure our existence.  He, therefore, must eternally provide for us or, at the least, which is the current situation, give us the ability to be able to eternally provide for ourselves.  These are the fundamental democratic rights.  The right of life.  Furthermore, within this right, is the right of life to pursue happiness.  The non-hindrance by others of the personal dreams, hopes and aspirations each and every one of us has.  Yet, I understand likewise the notion of harmony.  An individual’s rights can not be made to, ultimately, infringe upon the rights of others.  Therefore, in a sense, we have rights in a community setting which, while limiting our absolute freedom which can not be given, in as much as we cannot morally usurp the rights of others, we do otherwise have the right to pursue our hopes, dreams and ambitions fully and completely.  These, Sandalphon, are the basic notions behind Democratic rights.  And they are to form the other key prong in our attack on Logos absolutist authoritarian stance.’

‘Come now, Samael,’ responded Aphrayel.  ‘Logos is not that authoritarian.  He grants us most freedoms we desire.  I am sure he has our best interests at hearts, which he continues to maintain.  I think you do him a disservice with such comments.’  Samael looked at Aphrayel and winked.  ‘Propaganda, dear Aphrayel.  Will work wonders in the end, believe me.’  She just shrugged, and returned to her game of solitaire.

 

Sandalphon, taking a swig of whiskey, responded.  ‘Present them in the next council session.  The Amendments bill is still being debated and we have an opportunity with these ideas to, perhaps, win some more souls.  Present them.  Trust me.  I think many will like the sound of them.  It should work.’  Samael nodded, happy at the reception of his ideology.  He did indeed plan on presenting the ideals at next session.  They should prove interesting food for thought.  Interesting food indeed.

 

*    *    *    *    *

 

Logos, having received from Samael some of the ideology in written form about the proposed bill to be presented to Parliament on ‘Democratic Right’s’, was in conversation with God to discuss this important issue.

 

God spoke, ‘Each angel does have an inherent right to exist, son.  It was granted to them at birth.  It is their birthright.  Yet, incumbent within communal life they find themselves with, they can invalidate such rights through grievous transgression of the laws of life.  Laws hinted at within Torah.  Laws you should, perhaps by now, be beginning to understand.’

Logos nodded, actually quite relieved at God’s response.  There seemed, so he sensed within his father, a deep contemplation on this very issue.  As if it spoke of a trial which had affected his father’s heart.  A deep and great trial, of which he had not spoken with Logos about.

 

‘Thank you father.  While I do not assent to the notion of the rejection of my veto power, I will consider Samael’s proposition for democratic rights.  I will consider them carefully.’  He bowed to the throne of Glory of his father, and left the throneroom, the flames of God flickering in their merry dance of life.

 

*    *    *    *    *

 

‘So the council is agreed?’ queried Samael.  ‘The Bill for Democratic rights will be assented to?’  Logos responded.  ‘No, Samael.  It will not.  I feel, in truth, we have no need to attempt to affirm principles or rights – in no way saying I disagree with them in principle – yet I feel it is improper of us to attempt to deny our heavenly father his rightful sovereignty as the Lord of life.  Ultimately, the rights of life are within the domain of our eternal creator.  It is not within our authority to dictate on this issue.’  Samael looked at Logos, mildly disappointed.  He had failed in this attempt.  Yet, as the main Amendment Bill was still being debated, and with the time he had available to him, perhaps a final addition to the Amendments bill, likewise proposing another referendum on the notion of democratic rights.  For now it seemed the way ahead.

 

*    *    *    *    *

 

‘What do you propose to do now, Sammy?’ Aphrayel asked, having begun again to take an interest in the affairs of council.  ‘We have time, sister.  We have time before the bill is finished in its debating.  In that time available to us, we will look to win key votes in the Assembly.  This particular bill – with a proposed referendum contained within – is the domain of the Onaphim on voting alone.  Only the Onaphim can authorise the taking of a Referendum under the constitution.  My aim, therefore, is this.  To speak with as many of the Onaphim as possible over the next few months.  To speak with them and, carefully, sound each of them out.  I feel, when the time is right, if we are prepared, we will achieve victory.  Of this I am sure.’  Aphrayel nodded, taking in that news.  It would be a tumultuous time ahead.  Perhaps, in truth, one which Samael and Sandalphon had worked towards for millennia.  Perhaps, now, they may be able to achieve long held objectives of freedom for their community.  Perhaps, now, they would achieve their goals.

 

*    *    *    *    *

 

And, as the months passed, discussion were held.  Private discussions, sometimes quite intense.  Discussions of Samael and Sandalphon primarily with those of the other Onaphim with, in intent, to win them finally to their beloved position.  The discussions went carefully, Samael and Sandalphon co-ordinating their attack as best they could.  Logos, of course, became aware of these discussions.  But such was the life of the council behind the scenes when such bills were discussed.  It would not, in the end, amount to much he felt.  In the end he still had the power of Veto and Assent, which could always over-rule any potential problem.  So he felt anyway.

 

Chapter Twelve

 

Aphrayel inspected her latest acquisition, the block between her brother’s blocks, on the outskirts of Nadrazon disc, of the Realm of Nadrazon, the Silver City.  It was, really, quite pleasant, with a lovely small lake and a river winding through it to the edge of the Rim and down underneath the Realm.

 

Initially her plan was to build on this land a keep.  A beautiful and happy keep, one which would hopefully attract other angels to live within.  If that was accomplished, financial freedom, which was her long term goal, could be achieved.  For that, it was certainly worth putting the effort into.

 

Samael was beside her, having previously looked over the block, yet happy enough for another look.  She turned to him.  ‘It’s perfect brother.  Perfect.  Thank you so much.  I will contact my architect very soon and let him know of my plans for another keep.  I will invest all my remaining funds quickly to have it built.  I can get ahead, I think, If I act quickly.  Take the opportunity before someone else does, you know.’  Samael nodded, instinctively understanding his sister’s attitude.

 

They inspected the block for a few hours more, after which they flew to Nadrazon, to stay the night in one of the new boarding hostels, which charged a small amount for room rental and food.

 

They made love that night, again finding in the caress of the other that happy and contended sexual bliss they had known together for so long.  She was, Samael felt, particularly passionate tonight, perhaps in an expression of thanks for the gift he had placed upon her.  It would, he felt, inevitably bring forth the caress of his sister, such gifts.  Of course, he ultimately gave the land to her simply because he loved her, and desired her to remain eternally close to him.  She was, to Samael, an undying part of his heart – one he desired to never live without.

 

In the morning they returned to the block to view it over once again, Aphrayel making her final judgement on were she wanted the keep, and they flew home to Azion.  The rested in her abode and, after a while, Sandalphon presented himself.

 

He came in, smelling of whiskey and dope, his now two favourite intoxicating substances.  He really seemed off his head, to a degree, saying all sorts of weird things, and talking of flying whiskey bottles in front of him.  Really, whiskey and dope put together seemed a dangerous combination, and Samael was quietly glad he had not been given over to the new drug of choice for so many of the community.

 

Later on Sandalphon was feeling horrible, yet maintained that the high was worth the low.  Somehow Samael doubted those words.  Yet, Sandy stated in no unequivocal fashion, that such a lifestyle, for obvious reasons, could not go on indefinitely, and that it could one day kill him, like they now killed their animals for food.

 

And, after a few weeks, Sandalphon had indeed lightened up on his drug use, simply going back, in the main, to his beloved whiskey, and never mixing the two drugs together, for obvious reasons.

 

*    *    *    *    *

 

Logos sat in the library of Nadrazon, looking through some of the recently written works of the Oraphim.  It was true.  Their imagination, seemingly, was limitless.  So many new tales about angels both living and imaginary had found there way into the library of Nadrazon that these mini life stories made compelling reading.  Logos, now, would dedicate some of his late evening time to the reading of such works, both for the educative purposes as well as the simple pleasure of reading.  He felt that this pastime – reading – may become the most popular pastime in the community after a while, with all the whole host of new stories which could be told.

 

He now had, funnily enough, a favourite author.  ‘Jelenniel, one of the female Oraphim, who wrote a vast number of books about the adventures of certain fictional angels in another realm called ‘The Realm of Wonder’.  He had been following each book as it came out, now up to volume 7, and the story was really becoming absorbing.  He looked forward, each and every time, to the new book in the saga, and such a pastime brought a quiet and unexpected joy to his heart, for which he was eternally thankful to his beloved father.

 

*    *    *    *    *

 

The eternal father of Glory considered life in the Realm of Infinity. It was, now, passing by on its merry course with a happiness distinct to itself.  In the Realm of Eternity, life was dramatic as it always had been.  The other angels of God, from the Realm far below Nadrazon, were happily living out their lives, employed by the fascination of life and the wonder which went along with it.

 

God was, in truth, pleased.  So much of his time these days, now that the community was by and large settled on the issue of Torah and morality, was simply involved in quiet and happy observation of the lives of his children.

 

Of course, there was the place he had made called ‘home’ were three children in particular, Logos of Infinity, Word of Eternity and Metatron his firstborn child of all children, resided from time to time.  Above the Realm of Infinity was the Realm of Heaven, were his beloved children resided.  Yet above heaven, at the very top, home was situated.  Home was a simple place.  A basic keep for living, with a few smaller surrounding buildings for various purposes, and the rim of wonder surrounding it all.  God had manifest, in a physical form, in that place called home.  It was the birthplace of Metatron, Logos and the Word, and from there had come forth the majority of the ideas for the latter realms.  Home had, in a sense, been an afterthought when he had initially been planning the realms.  Yet, when he had finally worked out what he desired to achieve with the Children of Heaven, the firstbegotten, he sensed that just one more tiny little group, the three special angels, Metatron, Logos and Word, would be the firstbegotten of all.

 

Inevitably, Metatron would represent the oldest of faiths and attitudes.  That was his nature.  Logos and Word – male and female – would represent a desire for holiness and growth, something Metatron would not need to concern himself with.  Yet, through the, in a sense, opposing forces, the will of God could see much glory brought to pass in life.  Much, amongst all his children, in the challenging of knowledge and ideas which, inevitably, would bring the growth he desired, and be the shaping and the making of them.

 

Yes, life was currently quite good for the Creator and, as he surveyed the children of Infinity, his own spirit of joy encircled his heart.

 

*    *    *    *    *

 

Dolphyel and Garanel paid one of the growing number of visits to the nightclub of Nadrazon.  Smoke from tobacco and marijuana filled the club, and a new form of club music, entitled jazz, was playing by the band.  Many of the usuals were hanging around, drinking beer, playing pool and darts, some involved with poker, in which they were gambling for money.  And of course, the regular supply of prostitutes were hanging around, offering their usual services to the usual clientele.

 

It was ‘Sin Central’ according to Logos firey preaching on this neighbourhood of Nadrazon, which now had a pornography store opposite the nightclub, filled with erotic laden novels and books, statues of naked female angels, and paintings and drawings of naked female angels in various erotic and striking poses.

 

All that Garanel ever said was, ‘at least you can live a little at Sin Central’, which always brought a chuckle from Dolphyel.  Perhaps it was true.  Perhaps they had indeed become ‘Sinners’ in the eyes of Logos and God.  Yet, in truth, they really did not care that greatly.  Garanel maintained, often, that they were not in the mould of the Saruvim, and never would be.  That comparing them to the Saruvim was unjust and misinformed.  They were, simply, happy enough to enjoy the finer things of life and not try to feel guilty for doing as such, which Logos seemed to so often imply within his sermons should be the natural state of affairs in relation to the lifestyle the two of them had begun living.

 

Yet the two of them, in general, were happy enough.  They lived their lives, worked in their jobs, and got out of it generally what they wanted.  If this upset Logos, in the end, such was life.  In a democracy, which the community had become, they had the right to run their own lives.  And on that particular truth both Dolphyel and Garanel were becoming increasingly appreciative of.

 

*    *    *    *    *

 

And so, after much careful and great deliberation on the issue, Samael decided that the gambit – the risky gambit for the extra move – was worth the risk.  And, because of this, he notified Logos of his next move, and made the corresponding move on his own board.

 

Now it was in the hands of the Logos.  Whatever move came next, really, should prove quite interesting.

 

*    *    *    *    *

 

Jelenniel sat next to her oldest brother, Logos, in his abode in Azion, having been invited for dinner.  He was, in his intent, wishing to speak with her about her series of books.  So far they had only received individual titles, but he had gotten hold of the idea of naming the series as a whole, with the most obvious title of ‘Tales of the Realm of Wonder’.

 

Jelenniel, making her way through a steak which Logos had supplied, was considering his title suggestion, instantly thinking the idea for a series name for the books a perfect one.  ‘Yes, Tales of the Realm of Wonder is fine.  Or even Chronicles of the Realm of Wonder, or Legends of the Realm of Wonders.’

‘Or stories, or adventures or something else,’ responded Logos.  ‘Of course, the ‘Realm of Wonder’ bit could change, but I felt it the most obvious idea.’

‘Yes.  Yes, of course,’ she responded, chewing on the steak and taking a sip of wine.  ‘Tell me, brother, has Samael made his move.’  Logos looked at her, curiousity aroused.  ‘Move?’

‘In chess, I mean.  You might not know this, but a great number of Oraphim in Nadrazon are anxiously following this game, with a number of bets on the outcome.  We are most curious to see each move as it unfolds.’

Logos stood and waved Jelenniel over to the board.  He pointed out Samael’s move, to which Jelenniel gasped a little.  ‘But why on earth would he not take your piece.  You attacked him so he must take it in response.  It would be a major disadvantage otherwise.  ‘I know,’ responded Logos.  ‘I know.  I am ultra cautious because of it.  But, for now, I feel he has essentially blundered, and I will likely move my piece out of danger.  I think, for me, at this point I will do the obvious move, perhaps countering his agenda and maybe taking the advantage.  But we will see.  We will see.’

Jelenniel studied the game intently.  Whatever Samael was planning, it was based on sacrifice.  It should prove interesting, most interesting indeed, to see the outcome.

 

*    *    *    *    *

 

In discussing the design of the new keep, Aphrayel had come up with a financial arrangement with her architect and building teams.  She would pay, initially, 20% of the costs of the entire keep upon completion of the keep and, with the expected extra revenue from the rental of the keep, pay them the money she owed them with a 10% bonus for allowing the loan.  They had seemed happy enough with the arrangement and, when the paperwork and contract had been completed, Aphrayel was on her way, so she felt, to living a life of luxury.  In time, she was now slowly considering, she may add other keeps to her block.  Perhaps a small community of keeps, with a name for the community.  But, due to financial concerns, such a thing was presently a dream.  Yet, of course, it did not hurt to dream after all.  It was how all great visions initially began and, naturally, you needed that first step of encapsulating the idea.  If it was to come to pass it would come to pass, yet she would certainly do her part in ensuring that any blessing that could come her way she would be of no hindrance to.

 

*    *    *    *    *

 

Council was in session.  The proposed ‘Amendment to legislation’ bill was still being discussed, many of the proposed amendments generally finding acceptance in the Assembly.  Yet, constantly, behind the scenes, the crucial issues at the end of the bill, those proposing, now, the introduction of democratic rights via a referendum, and another vote to amend the constitution in relation to the veto powers of Logos, was being carefully and methodically thought through.  It seemed, as Samael grew in knowledge of his fellow Onaphim’s perspective on this issue, that the community had indeed strongly considered his perspective and that many decisive opinions had been formed.

 

Garanel and Dolphyel, in particular, perhaps because of their lifestyle, a lifestyle of which Samael felt may poorly reflect on him and position on democracy, had sided strongly with the ideology of democracy after a while.  For these two it suited their purposes completely.  Democracy was the way to go, Garanel firmly maintained.

 

The Ecclesia – the Seraphim – even though their tenure of service to Logos was now complete, inevitably sided with Logos judgement on this issue.  Yet in one member, the lastborn, Saruviel, they saw what they felt was perhaps an opportunity for dialogue which they took whenever they could.

 

As the final days of deliberation approached Samael and Sandalphon were uncertain.  But, still, hopeful.  Hopeful and, perhaps, quietly confident that their personal agendas may, finally, be achieved.

 

*    *    *    *    *

 

Sandalphon, looking at his stash of marijuana and, knowing full well the way it had affected him psychologically, made his final conclusion.  Better off not smoking the stuff at all.  Alcohol.  Well he was used to this drug.  He knew how it worked, and its effects, and could cope with it when he wanted it and its after affects.  But marijuana was a greater danger.  A greater danger with, potentially, far longer and disastrous side effects.

 

So he would give up this new fascination with the drug and leave it alone entirely.  Yes, in the long term, and considering his standing in the community, it would perhaps be for the best if he let go of this particular drug and maintained a higher standard of behaviour.  A higher standard, like the one Logos constantly preached about these days.  Perhaps such a standard was, ultimately, in his own best interests.

 

He took his stash outside and down to the communal toilet, dumping it down the long drop into the bowels of the Realm.  ‘Good riddance,’ he thought to himself, and, taking one last look, returned to a more normal way of life.

 

*    *    *    *    *

 

Samael sat next to Aphrayel in her abode, slowly drinking a glass of melit water, as Aphrayel was engaged in one of her endless games of solitaire.  He turned to her.  ‘Tell me, sister.  How many games of that fools delight have you now played.  Millions, I would imagine.’  She looked at him from the corner of her eye, then returned to her game.  ‘You know, dear brother, it is simply ages since you have asked me that question.  I was wondering if it would ever be asked again.  I think, actually, I am about past one Million games now.  I think so.’  Samael looked perplexed.  ‘And how could you possibly  know?’

‘Well, if you really must know, I use a system.  I play so many games per week, usually, and if I miss any, try to make them up the following week.  A long time ago I decided that, in life, a little healing or therapy from solitaire would give me the strength to cope with life and give me a constant pastime to focus on.’

Samael found the idea fascinating.  ‘And tell me, sister.  Are you actually any good at the game, after all this time?’  She looked at him, considering her response.

‘Actually, I don’t really know.  Not may play it as much as me, perhaps none.  Really, I think mostly of other things when I am playing the game, only concentrating mildly on the game when I playing it.  I lost most interest in it years ago.  But, as I said, it is therapy, and keeps me occupied quite happily at times.  It suits me, dear brother, and I think I will continue with it.’

Samael nodded, bemused.

Aphrayel spoke up.  ‘What of your ongoing game with Logos.  Funnily enough, I can remember clearly when you began that game.  It is still quite fresh in my memory.  That is a pastime in a sense, is it not?’

‘Oh, I suppose so.  But what, ultimately, isn’t a pastime.  As we have said before, do we not do things simply to pass the time.’

‘I guess so.  But there are other aspects in life to which the term ‘pastime’ seems to trivialise them to much, wouldn’t you agree?’

He looked at her, in his mind considering some of the things she might say to back up her argument, and thought better of disputing her point.  ‘I guess so, sister.  I guess so.’  She nodded, seemingly pleased with his response, and returned to her game.

 

Later on, Aphrayel was reminding Samael how solitaire was played and, strangely, he sat next to her, letting what was hopefully the soothing everyday life experience of Aphrayel begin to slowly bubble away in the back of his mind.  Yes, it was a pastime.  So, ultimately, all things being equal, it would suit him well enough.

 

*    *    *    *    *

 

Sandalphon laid with Gemrayel.  She was asleep while he was staring up at the ceiling.  He thought on Gemrayel and his love for his sister.  For so long it had been an abiding affection, one of brotherly love towards a sister he had strong affection for.  He made love to her more often than he did others of the Celestyel’s and, at this stage, had actually rarely touched the Oraphim females from Nadrazon.

 

In truth, he was actually starting to perhaps understand some of the things Logos had maintained for so long in relation to sexual purity and promiscuity.  He felt, perhaps, too many relationships could be formed, with so many competing passions, that it became difficult to be on right standing with any of them, the relationship often based on physical sexual desire and nothing more than that.

 

After she had been raped, Gemrayel, for a short period of time said she would almost rather sleep with a Celestyel than a male angel, which Sandalphon had found disturbing.   The idea, to him, of a female sleeping with a female was just bizarre.  Totally contradictory to the natural order God had established.  He realized, though, that the Celestyel’s, in the affection they had for each other, occasionally kissed each other on the cheek, but that, he assumed, was plain sisterly love, part of the natural affection of a woman.  A woman sleeping with a woman, though – that would be strange.

 

Sandalphon, now, found he preferred sleeping with Gemrayel rather than any other.  He had, he felt, grown attached to her.  Grown comfortable with her and did not desire to be so strongly connected with an other of the Celestyel’s because of it.  In truth, he now realized, she was perhaps becoming the love of his life.  The central female he enjoyed having time with.

 

He was not sure, in truth, just what Gemrayel’s perspective was on this issue, but he had noticed that, in the last few centuries, she rarely touched other male angels.  Seemingly she had likewise gravitated to Sandalphon and, perhaps, that was the way it should be.  Perhaps they were meant to be close.  Perhaps there was some sort of link between them which, inevitably, brought them together.  Together in a bond of peace and love, unity and harmony, affection and joy.  Perhaps it was just the way it was meant to be.

 

*    *    *    *    *

 

And life passed by in the Realm of Infinity.  And life passed by.

 

And, as the day of final deliberations started to approach, Samael and Sandalphon continued to work fiercely and devotedly to attempt to achieve their aims they sought.

 

The divine father, in heaven, was generally satisfied with the way the competing forces and desires of his children were at work.  It would take time.  Inevitably it would take time.  Yet, thousands of years in the future, when so much of the passion of youth had been expended – and so much of the pride of the heart had finally succumbed to simple and basic humility of soul – then the Father of Glory foresaw a time in which his angelic children would, again, as in the days of their youth, sing simple songs of life and love, peace and beauty, and that a spirit long dormant would return to the Realm of Infinity.  Yet, such a spirit would wait for now.  For now, for so many of the angelic children of God, passion for life was yet in their heart.  Passions to achieve dreams, desires, ambitions, aspirations and goals.  Passions to leave legacies and build empires.  Passions to be all that some of them could be and Passions to simply be themselves.

 

It was the time of passion for life in the angelic realm of Infinity, and of such passion the shaping of the future of the Realm of Infinity would continue to unfold.