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Chronicles of the

Children of Destiny



Metatron’s Gambit



By

Daniel Thomas Andrew Daly

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© 2009



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



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