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The Chronicles of the

Children of Destiny

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“Home & Heaven”



Stories:

In The Beginning

Metatron’s Gambit

Metatron and Logos: War of the Worlds

The Fate of Destiny

Deborah the Dinosaur

John:  Seer of Visions



‘In The Beginning’



Prologue



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



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



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



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



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



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



HOME



0 HY



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



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



‘We are Home,’ replied God.



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



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



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





Heaven



1990 HY



‘Lucy.’  ‘Yes Enrique.’  ‘Do you love me, Lucy?  Do you love me?’
Lucy, child of God, sitting in her abode in Azaphon, the Diamond city,
considered her brother Enrique’s question.  Enrique was, in a sense,
Lucy’s personal brother.  A brother in rank of birth the same number
as Lucy in order, that being the 35th and last of the children of
heaven.  In overall order of birth amongst God’s 70 children, Enrique
was 65th and herself Lucy was last of all, 70th.  Of course, she loved
him dearly, and told him that often, as she did all her brethren.
Yet, in listening carefully and sensitively to Enrique’s question,
Lucy sensed something in the tone, in the intent of the question that
searched for an answer unlike the standard ‘of course I love you.’
She looked straight at him.  ‘You are a dork, Enrique.   Don’t be so
dramatic.  Just like dreamlord Daniel – always so dramatic.’

‘Come now, sister.  I am far from the likes of Dream.  A most
obsessive personality, that one.  Yet he, like us all, does have his
charms.’

‘Yes, he does at that.  I feel it in the dreams he sends me each
night.  In the subtleties of love and friendship he graces me with
from my dream brethren and, of course, those other faces we all know
so well now – yet who do not, seemingly, exist.  Tell me, Enrique, do
you share the common view?  That these people we see are other
brethren?  Others which God does not share with us?  From another
realm?  Another place?  Another dreaming world of love?’

‘Who knows, Lucy.  Who knows.  I see them in my dreams, like you do.
Some faces familiar now.  As if I had known them, yet never met them
of course.’

‘Perhaps they are people yet to be, brother.  Perhaps they are people
yet to be.’

‘Or maybe products of Dreams overly fertile imagination.’

‘Yes, it could be that Enrique.  It could just be that.’



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



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



‘I will be the wicked witch of Azaphon, dear brother.  Best beware my
might and power.’  Enrique laughed at Lucy’s joke.  ‘So the witch
role.  I had thought that Jezebel or Delilah, as befits their nature,
may have chosen such a role.  Have you already claimed it from
Father.’

‘Yes.  Two months ago.’

‘Two months?  So long.  And you had not told me yet?’

‘Don’t sound to disappointed, brother.  I haven’t told anyone else.
It has taken me all year to finally choose the role, and I was not
sure if it would be taken or not.  But fortunately I am the lucky
one.  So do not be surprised if it takes me a while to likewise share
this news.’

‘Most unlike you, sis.  You are usually forthright and quick to share
things.  You have been all your life.’  Lucy placed the text of her
brother Adam on the drawers beside her bed, and picked up the apple
she had been eating and gave it a bite.  Chewing on it, she thought on
her response to her brother.  ‘Yeah.  I guess that is true, Rique.
But I want to, in a strange way, bring an aura of mystery to the witch
role.  Something like the ‘death’ role in its possibilities, yet
something different as well.  It was why I waited to share the news’

‘The witch seems like Samael’s Devil, perhaps?’ suggested Enrique.
Lucy thought on that comment and saw the connection.  The Devil role
her brother Samael, secondborn of the children of heaven, had taken
seemed perhaps, like the role of ‘Death’ and ‘The Witch’, linked to
the mysterious, the unknown.  To those things hidden and away from
them.  Almost, as it were, draped in darkness.

‘Yes, I think so Enrique.  Yes, I do think so indeed.  Similar
textures.  Similar roles which each have much promise.’

‘I think, sister.  Like the entertainer, my own role, each will
entertain us for many years to come.  Perhaps eternally so.’  Lucy
looked at him, and slowly nodded.  ‘Yes, perhaps, dear brother.
Perhaps.’



*   *   *   *   *



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



*   *   *   *   *



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



*   *   *   *   *



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



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



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



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



‘Were fore art thou, proud mercenary – were fore art thou?’  Paul the
warrior spoke, carefully and quietly, with Christie in tow, coming to
the corner of a building and peering cautiously around it to see if
they could spot their foe.  ‘Dare I say it,’ began Christie the elf
cautiously, attired in green, with a pointed red and green cap with a
small bell attached at its end.  ‘Dare I say it, brave warrior, but
they won’t be stupid enough to hide in plain sight.’

Paul considered those words, carefully, but not to carefully, as
befitted one of the less intellectual of the children of heaven.

‘Why speaketh as such?  Saul our Mercenary opponent is infamous for
his stupidity in bravery.  As we all know he comes forth, knowing no
fear, confronting all who would oppose him.  Hast thou not forgotten
our recent celebration when he was courting his fair twin Tammy and,
in the process of attempting to present her gift, he cometh down the
curtain from aside our grand hall’s top entrance only to have his
slacks catch on the curtain hooks and tumble down before her butt
naked.  Nay, I tell you.  He is not one to be feared, our mercenary
opponent.  He is a silly duffer, obvious to all.’

Christie the elf grinned, fondly remembering the said adventure, and
Saul’s gross embarrassment at having his privates paraded in front of
the whole clan.

‘Yet, dare I say it brave warrior,’ began Christie in response,’ that
our foolhardy mercenary foe has, perchance, learned from his mistakes
and will not so be easily caught again.’

‘Bah.  The man’s a fool.  He will be in plain sight, bravely yet
foolishly challenging all who would oppose him.’

Paul peered again around the corner, spying nobody present, and
signalled for Christie to follow him cautiously.

‘Lead on brave fool,’ said Christie lovingly, yet slightly mockingly.



*   *   *   *   *



‘Deborah, Deborah, Deborah.  Poor, poor Deborah.  Our poor dear
dinosaur.  I full well know you have always questioned Father’s
eternal wisdom in the granting of your substantial girth, but feel not
ashamed at my, dare I say it, brilliant painting of such a beautiful
dinosaur.’

Deborah, the largest of the children of heaven, looked at the painting
her older brother Samael, the Devil, had painted, of a rather fierce
looking lizard-like creature of rather gross proportions.  Her twin
brother Matthew, the new artist, gazed at Samael’s painting of Deborah
the Dinosaur, and crossing the art-room, picked up a canvas he had
likewise painted of Deborah the Dinosaur, however being a lovely
picture of Deborah herself, with the subtitle of ‘Deborah the
Dinosaur’ on the bottom rung of its frame.

Deborah finally, after due embarrassment at Samael’s picture, bravely
spoke of Matthew’s.  ‘It appears, Devil, that my dear artist brother
Matthew is far more the gentleman and has portrayed myself in a far
grander glory, as doth befit a child of heaven.’

Samael looked carefully at Matthews’s latest masterpiece of his twin
sister, yet persisted in praising his own.  ‘But, can you not see dear
sister, what such large teeth you have,’ he said pointing to the
dinosaur’s teeth.  ‘Why, they are certainly ample to chew all that
lovely food you consume at mealtime.’  Deborah blushed, embarrassed.

‘Oh, you are sweet,’ chided Matthew at his older brother.

‘What can I say, dear artist of grandeur – the devil befits me in
every perfect way imaginable.  It is the role I was born for, and I
delight in it.’

‘That’s the truth,’ said Deborah, the subtlest of grudges in her voice
apparent.

‘Oh, dear sister.  Fret not.  Matthew loves you after all.  Fret not –
dear sister.’

‘Shaddup,’ said Deborah, annoyed at his sarcasm.

‘Oh, dear sister,’ chided Samael the Devil once more.



*   *   *   *   *



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



Adam – the Author

Eve – Destiny

Samael – the Devil

Aphrayel – Death

Michael – the Archangel

Elenniel – the Sculptor

Seth – the Chef

Noah – the Builder

Titea – the Mistress

Abraham – God

Sarah – the Princess

Isaac – the Lawyer

Rebecca – the Saint

Ishmael – the Wildman

Naamah – the Virtuous

Jacob – the Trickster

Rachel – the Maiden

Joseph – the Deputy

Asenath – the Model

Moses – the Lawgiver

Zipporah – the Collector

Aaron – the Priest

Natalie – the Scholar

Joshua – the Adventurer

Jenny – the Tailor

Barak – the Barbarian

Deborah – the Dinosaur

Samson – the Titan

Delilah – the Seductress

Boaz – the Librarian

Ruth – the Servant

Samuel – the Elder

Sophia – the Philosopher

Saul – the Mercenary

Tammy – the Gypsy

David – the King

Bathseeba – the Queen

Isaiah – the Prophet

Zelophadel – the Oracle

Daniel – the Dream lord

Ariel – the Lioness

Ezekiel – the Cunning

Esther – the Enchantress

Malachi – the Magnificent

Melanie – the Wise

Jesus – the Preacher

Mary – Gaia

Matthew – the Artist

Magenta – the Musician

Peter – the Rock

Fiona – the Harlequinn

Andrew – the Athlete

Paul – the Warrior

Christie – the Elf

John – the Seer of Visions

Joanne – the Comedian

James – War

Enrique – the Entertainer

Lucy – the Witch



*   *   *   *   *



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



*   *   *   *   *



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



*   *   *   *   *



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

‘Fair enough,’ said Eve, going back to her naming game.



*   *   *   *   *

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



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





*   *   *   *   *



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



*   *   *   *   *



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



*   *   *   *   *



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



Epilogue



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



THE END



*******



Metatron’s Gambit



2,300 HY



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



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



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



*   *   *   *   *



Logos took the cookies out of the oven, an oven mitt on his hands
handling the hot tray, as God and Memra, hearing the oven buzzer, came
into the room.  Metatron soon joined them.  He carefully used the
tongs to put the cookies onto a plate and put them in the middle of
the table.  God was about to grab one when Logos rebuked him saying,
‘wait for your milk.’  But God was hungry and snatched one anyway and
started nibbling.  Memra looked at God’s substantial belly and smiled.

‘Your starting to put on weight, father.  You really should watch what
you eat.’

‘I guess,’ replied the theophany of God.

Logos placed four glasses of milk and the jug on the table, and God
prayed to his eternal spirit thanks, and they started munching.



After eating his fourth cookie God looked at Metatron.  ‘Have you
considered your next move?  You are getting better you know.’

Metatron looked at him cautiously and said, ‘Mmm.  Perhaps father.
You’ll see.’

God eyed him cautiously and went back to his cookie.  ‘Well it had
better be a good move son,’ he responded.  ‘I think I almost have you
again.’

‘So you say,’ responded Metatron, being as cautious not to brag as
possible.

Logos and Memra looked at the two of them and Logos said, ‘He’ll beat
you eventually, father.  He does persevere.’

‘Perhaps.  But we’ll see.’

‘Indeed we will,’ said Memra, and took another sip of milk.



*   *   *   *   *



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



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





THE END



*******



“Metatron and Logos – War of the Worlds”



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



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



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



*   *   *



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



*   *   *



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



*   *   *



First Commander Clucketty Cluck looked through the binoculars at the
enemy.  He turned to Metatron and went ‘Bok.’

‘Bok?’ inquired Metatron.

‘Bok,’ responded Clucketty Cluck.  Metatron turned to Second Commander
Brightfeather, who had a feather protruding from his head.  ‘And your
analysis?’ asked Metatron.

‘Bokitty Bok,’ responded Brightfeather.

‘That bad, huh?’ said Metatron, and returned his gaze forwards.





General Moo looked through the spyhole and turned to Logos.
‘Moooooooo.’

‘That bad huh?’  General Moo nodded.  ‘Well, it’s now or never.’



*   *   *



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



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



‘They should be right back,’ said God to Memra.

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



*   *   *



It was the final showdown.  God was on the swinging couch on the
porch, Memra seated next to him.  Metatron was facing down Logos,
looking very menacing with his ‘1000 Metatron Bomb’.  Logos said, ‘Go
on.  Explode it.  I DARE you.’

‘Don’t tempt me.  I will, I tell you.  I will.’

‘I DARE you.  I Double DARE you.  To hell with it.  I Triple DARE
you.’

‘As you wish,’ and he pressed the detonation button.



*   *   *



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

‘As long as you cook the chicken.’

‘Okely Dokely.’





An hour later they were in the dining room, feasting on fried chicken
and steak and some of God’s reserves of Coca Cola, when Memra posed
this interesting dilemma.  ‘If that was the War of the Worlds, how can
we possibly top that?’

Logos looked at Metatron, who looked back in return.  And then God
said ‘I’m sure they’ll think of something,’ and everyone laughed.

The End



*******



“The Fate of Destiny”



1999 HY



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



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





TORAH S1:P2 “In the world of the living, in the world of the dead, In
heaven eternal, in Hades dark dread, the children of destiny, the
children of fate, their eternal decision for them does await.  Perhaps
they’ll chose wisely, perhaps they’ll chose dark, in there purest true
soul, in their deepest black heart, the children of life, the children
of love, will their fates destiny be below or above.

A dangerous road awaits them beyond, the realm of the darkness, the
realm of the wrong, for beyond all the evil of darkness pure might
lies a hideous fate beyond all goodness and light.  Yet what will they
chose, the brave and the strong, is it already decided?  Is it already
Done?  For the children of destiny, the children of fate, in their
darkness of life their end they’ll create.

Many decisions await our brave souls, on the journey before them
before all is told, the dragon triumphant, the angels despaired, and
it seems at those times that no one does care.  For the fate of their
destiny, the end of their road, is to confront the evil that’s never
been told, and the brave and the true will triumph that day, for the
song of their life will have its final say.

The dragon defeated, new life it begins, beyond the temptation, beyond
the dark sin, new life it awaits, new hope in their hearts, the
lessons now learnt they knew from the start.”





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



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



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





THE END



*******



“Deborah the Dinosaur”



2005 HY

1005 ROH



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



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



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



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



*   *   *   *   *



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



*   *   *   *   *



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







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



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



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





THE END



*******



“John – Seer of Visions”



John looked at the clock.  ‘Time is ticking’ said Samael opposite him.

‘Yes, I know.’  Finally, out of frustration, he moved the piece – e2
to e4.  Samael contemplated the opening move.

17,000 year, Johnny boy.  It took you 17,000 years to make that move –
your OPENING move.’

‘Your point?’ responded the Seer of Visions.

Sammy thought it over and over and over and over, finally responding.

‘Well it’s about bloody time.’

THE END