Let The Game Begin!
This is a rough draft of the first chapter for 1 Corinthians 13. I know a lot of hardcore Christians will scream, “Blasphemy” but I want to remind you that this is fantasy. However, I will be entwining real life accounts and biblical historical facts within the story, and the end will have a powerful message for all concerning love and how we are to treat our fellow humans. I set this page up away from those that have no interest in this story. Also, I want to try something different while writing this book. This page has a comment section and I would appreciate any input or suggestions as the story progresses. Enjoy.
Earth Year 54 A.D.
The final days of warm springtime are giving way to the blistering heat of summer; a lone man walks the hot, windy streets of the Roman city Ephesus in Turkey. He’s clothed in a tattered gray robe with a hood covering his head to protect from the scorching sun. His skin is sun and wind burnt, and it’s difficult to distinguish his face from the dark hood due to the sand and dirt that encrusts his exposed flesh. The hot air blows dust into his eyes, and the abrasive particles feel like sandpaper under his eyelids grinding into his dry eyes. His teeth have a thick layer of clay cementing the inside of his mouth. He is parched; his tongue is swollen, mouth aches, and is unable to swallow from walking many miles without any water in the dusty, barren region. Each step on the stone road paved with sharp rocks painfully hurts the bottoms of his feet that began bleeding hours before reaching Ephesus.
An elderly man and woman glare at him through a window hidden behind a curtain barely drawn back as the man passes their domicile made of stone and clay. They know the early history of the man walking the empty street, and he frightens them. It has been a little over fourteen years since the shrouded man was on a mission to exterminate all Christians and he is still feared by many.
Not too far off in the distance, an ominous figure cloaked in black with long dark hair flowing out from under the hood covering his head is poised, crouched on top of a boulder underneath a tree. The larger than the average human figure is perched like a vulture eagerly awaiting its prey. Its ice-blue eyes glare patiently. Glowing eyes full of fire and torment follow the man walking the street. He remains perched unseen by the living and exhales with the frustrated growl of a beast. He is unmoved as he watches and waits.
The man in the gray robe walks up the hillside at the west end of Curetes Street to a Terrace House. He painstakingly takes each step up the stairway that leads directly to a courtyard lined on all four sides with colonnaded corridors. The courtyard garden is surrounded by twelve marble columns, open to the sky, and paved in the center.
The man, exhausted, opens the door to the small corner room with windows that face the north and south. The damp room with stale air has the odor of mildew from the clay walls that hold in moisture. The man grasps the hood covering his head with his right hand and removes it by pulling it backward. His long, dark hair is matted, and a cloud of dust floats above him as he combs his hair with his fingertips. He picks up a hand-carved wooden cup and scoops water out of a barrel in the corner of the room. He pours the cold water on top of his head, and it streams down his face carrying dirt along with it. He dips the cup back into the water and hurriedly brings it to his lips. He guzzles the water. He rapidly gulps down two more cups of water, his gut wrenches, and he vomits onto the floor. Dehydration had almost taken its toll on him causing his organs to reject too much fluid at once. Placing his hands on the sides of the barrel, the man plunges his head into the water. Quickly, he rises upright and shakes his head, flinging droplets of water from his hair and beard into the open air. He yells out, “Ahhhhhh!” The man takes a deep breath, wipes his face with a towel, and then sits on a chair at a small round wood table that has a stack of papyrus along with an inkwell and a quill. He has not eaten since morning, and has walked many miles in the heat, but has no desire for food at the moment.
The man, now known as the Apostle Paul, and previously as Saul before Jesus momentarily blinded him with a bright light from heaven, is dedicated to spreading the Word of God to the Gentiles since the Jews rejected the Christ (anointed one), Yeshua (Jesus), the Messiah. Over the past few years, Paul has become a missionary throughout the region. He has been divinely directed to establish churches in Philippi, Thessalonica, and Berea. He recently left Athens where his ministry was not fruitful and now resides in Corinth.
In the heavens, God (Yahweh) stands at a window in the Holy Palace looking outward observing his children that had hearts of love pure enough on Earth to make it home to the third level of Heaven. It makes him smile to see love in abundance.
A few moments later, his forehead scrunches, and wrinkles appear on his usually flawless face. He feels a sharp pain in his head. He eyes look upward as if he is scanning inside his mind. He looks 1,963 years into the future. His children on Earth are in agony. The love that his children desire above everything else is becoming non-existent, and this change is rapidly taking place overnight. Their hearts are aching. Love has become disposable for most, but for some, their unconditional love for someone that does not know how to love correctly is leading people to their demise. Narcissism is spreading over the planet like an epidemic. All the predicted signs of the end of Earth in the earthly book of “Revelation” are surfacing. Religious sects and churches are using the signs to promoting fear for power, and profit. However, this is not the time for such an event to take place. Yahweh becomes upset, “This cannot be happening. This is not why I gave you life, my children. Something that I cannot see is wrong. Something is altering the foreseen future path.”
Another sharp pain strikes Yahweh. Millions of suffering souls in the future are crying out to him for help. One prayer, in particular, is brought to the forefront because a man is on the verge of giving up on life. Hundreds-of-thousands are feeling the same defeat, but Yahweh focuses on one prayer because he has a specific interest in this person. The man, along with his mate, are key figures of a plan for the future that Yahweh has set into motion; a plan that only he and the Holy Spirit are aware of because it has been kept secret from all, even the Celestials. The man, Christopher, has fallen to his knees in front of the podium at an empty church. He has lost the love of his lifetime due to uncontrollable circumstances. Overnight, what was once a perfect love has turned sour.
He lost his love. So what? He’s not experiencing anything different than thousands of others are experiencing at that very moment or thousands of years before him. Why does this man have Yahweh’s undivided attention?
Christopher is falling apart inside. His heart and soul are in excruciating agony. He’s cried so much that there is a hint of blood in his tears. He entwines his fingers, rose-tinted tears flowing from his eyes, down his cheeks, and onto the floor. He desperately prays, “Father in Heaven, I need you!” His words crackle between the gasps for air as he cries, “Rarely have I asked you for anything for myself, but I desperately need you to speak to me. I have never been able to hear your voice, but I need to you speak to me this one time. Are you there, Father? Please speak to me.”
His forehead is pressed hard into his clasped hands forming imprints of his knuckles into his flesh, “I know in my heart and soul that you put Cassandra and me together. I know deep inside that you made us for each other, and she knows this as well. We are in a terrible place right now, and I’m not sure if it is repairable. I don’t think I can go on without her. She is my life. She is my future. She is my everything. Without her, I am just an empty shell in constant agony, and I feel myself rapidly dying inside. My soul feels as if it is getting torn apart. I don’t know if I have the strength to go on much longer. I know you cannot change the situation because it is up to us to deal with our problems and account for our actions. I’m at a loss. She is one of the most loving women I have ever met; pure at heart, but she has become angry, hateful and full of vengeance. It’s as if she is possessed by a demon. Father, I need to understand what is happening before my heart bursts or I get to the point of ending my life. I cannot bear to be in my own flesh.” He clears his mind of all thoughts as to not allow his mind to speak. He’s only done it once in the past, but he feels at this time, the only way to truly connect with God and get his undivided attention is to let the spirit inside take over and pray in tongues. He’s not experienced in this way of praying and does not try to force it or fake it. When it happened in the past, it just came out of his mouth without thinking. For him, it’s difficult to be able to pray in tongues. He’s seen many frauds that sound like they are faking it by speaking baby gibberish when they pray in tongues. For him, the Spirit must take control. His eyes roll back into his head, and a bright light appears out of the darkness. He was taught to start by repeating one word. He begins, “Hallelujah, hallelujah, hallelujah,” and then the language of Angels came forth and out of his mouth, “Hochinama ke de palache domo malacho. Shurumo te mote Cimbale. Ilunu teme telunu. Onstomo te ongorolo. Sinkete ontomo.”
A voice that is not his, legibly speaks in his mind, “My son, my heart aches for you. Hold on – hold on tight to the love you have for Cassandra in your heart and soul. I want you to understand that what is happening is not of your doing. Other forces are at work. You both have a hole in your hedge and darkness got inside. Pay close attention to the story of Job. The answer lies there. Yes, I did make you for each other, and you both need each other in many ways.” Yahweh’s voice lowers to where Christopher cannot make out what he is saying, “I need you in many ways.” His voice rises so Christopher can hear him clearly, “I have answered both of your prayers. You are the answer to many years of her prayers for unconditional love. I have shown her many times that you are her true husband on Earth, and in Heaven – none of those before you, and none would be after you. That goes for you as well. Earthly marriage contracts are meaningless to me. The night you and her pledged your love for each other to me was the moment I granted the Heavenly Union of your hearts and souls when your flesh became one. You are bound together for eternity. I have spoken to her on many occasions, but lately, she does not hear me. Her pain is overriding what her heart feels.”
Christopher hunches his back, and his head gets closer to the ground, “Father, I have wronged her and deserve punishment – not the loss of her heart or her love. My sin is not being completely honest with her. I was wrong, and I repent for the wrong I have done. Father, I ask that you forgive me for not speaking the truth. I told her the truth and begged for her forgiveness, but she has become filled with hate and anger. She has done many horrible things to me after she discarded me and our love which caused me to sin once more. I dishonored her by speaking poorly of her in public. I couldn’t control my tongue and wasn’t thinking rationally. I went on a rampage. I was hurt and lashed out. I’ve hated myself for it ever since.”
Christopher pauses for a moment and then says, “Father, I felt a demon enter me when Cassandra walked away. I was tempted and started to revert to my old ways. I wanted to unleash my wrath upon the world, and then, I forced the evil spirit out. I regret the words that I spoke and despise myself for doing it. It has eaten at me ever since. I apologized to her, but I need your forgiveness. I promise that I will not allow that to happen again. You know my heart has been absolutely faithful to her. I have never cheated on her or betrayed our love, and you know my intention has always been to honor her, cherish her, and love her until the end of time. But what I did was wrong. I have made decisions that were not wise, and it hurt the one I love with all my heart. Please forgive me. Forgive me for my sins.”
His body trembles. He’s experiencing high anxiety as a hundreds of thoughts scramble in his mind all at once. The ache inside is unbearable as ever nerve painfully pulsates. It’s difficult for him to breathe and his eye burn from the flow of tears. The room is deafening silent for a few, and then Yahweh speaks again, “My son, you are forgiven and need not ask again. Breathe, my son, and calm yourself. You are going to get through this trail.” Yahweh explains, “She has been subjected to abandonment many times and is unable to control her emotions. She lives in constant fear of further abandonment. Darkness sits by her side waiting for an opportunity to rush inside, and they did just that. I have Angels watching over her for protection, but since she has not yet let go of the past, the pain, the anger, they cannot stop the darkness from entering when she allows it by not forgiving.” Yahweh is silent for a moment, and then says, “Have you not noticed that when you two are apart, that is when your relationship quickly crumbles and emotions become unstable? It’s because your souls are bound together. You are spiritually powerful together. You cannot be apart for very long before your souls suffer and cause you both to become highly irritable, lash out, and become self-destructive. Your souls must remain close at all times. Stay strong and be understanding toward her. I will work on her heart when she lets me inside. Be patient. True love always prevails. It is going to be difficult for you to get through the days ahead, but if she is truly my daughter, she will wake up, abide by my words, and as husband and wife, you will fulfill the destiny I planned for you and her.” Yahweh is not able to inform Christopher of all that is taking place with him and Cassandra, in fact, Yahweh is not certain himself at the moment, but he gives Christopher enough to embrace for the time.
Christopher takes a deep breath of air into his lungs, “Thank you, Father. I will do my best to hold on for as long as needed. Please help me – help her – help us. Heal her heart. Please, Father, I ask that you watch over her and protect her since I am unable to right now because she has cut off communication with me. I love her more than my own life. Help her and guide her in the right direction.” Christopher’s eyes show all the pain and hope inside him as he looks upward, “and if at all possible, back into my arms. I trust you but my heart and soul is in constant turmoil with her gone – it’s becoming unbearable. It’s as if a huge part of me left with her. Thank you for hearing me and finally speaking to me. I will do my best to fight for love as long as I’m able. In Jesus’ name, I pray. Amen. “
Yahweh does not like suffering inflicted on his children who are so full of love. However, there is more at stake than what is seen on the surface. His voice rises, the walls of the palace room rumble as he firmly demands, “Something must be done stop all the future heartache, and it must be done now.”
Christopher’s prayer is similar to millions of others but different, and there is a reason it has Yahweh concerned. He mutters, “Christopher and Cassandra – I must intervene and set them back on the correct path. For the first time, I must break my own rule.”
Paul feels an intense tingling sensation inside his body. He closes his eyes for a moment as his entire body vibrates. The chair slides out from under him. His legs go limp, and he lands with his knees on the floor. Paul’s head thrusts backward. His eyelids open and his eyes are pure white. A gust of wind blows through the room, swishing the papyrus and quill onto the floor in front of him. His head remains tilted toward heaven as his hand reaches outward to pick up the quill. He begins writing on the papyrus. There is no ink on the quill, but words start to appear as he writes. The Holy Spirit has taken over his body and is being used a vessel for God to talk to the people on Earth.
If I speak in the tongues of men or of angels, but do not have love, I am only a resounding gong or a clanging cymbal. If I have the gift of prophecy and can fathom all mysteries and all knowledge, and if I have faith that can move mountains, but do not have love, I am nothing. If I give all I possess to the poor and give over my body to hardship that I may boast, but do not have love, I gain nothing.
Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud. It does not dishonor others, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs. Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth. It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres.
Love never fails. But where there are prophecies, they will cease; where there are tongues, they will be stilled; where there is knowledge, it will pass away. For we know in part and we prophesy in part, but when completeness comes, what is in part disappears.
And now these three remain: faith, hope, and love. But the greatest of these is love. (1 Corinthians 13)
Paul’s eyes close briefly and slowly open again. The solid white in his eyes is gone, and they return to their normal brown color. He reads out loud what is written on the papyrus. Yahweh has made it clear that “love” is the greatest of all His gifts. There is a reason why love is so essential to Yahweh, not known by any entity other than Holy Spirit, but Paul must instruct humanity that it is vital to their salvation. His aches and pains have vanished. He feels rejuvenated and is eager to continue building the church of Jesus the Christ. The Holy Spirit also gave Paul a glimpse of the future, and now more than ever, his letters to the Corinthians are of dire importance.
Sophia enters the room and sees the distress on Yahweh’s face. Sophia is Yahweh’s other half, the mother of all living, the Holy Spirit who created with Yahweh.
Early earthlings knew about Sophia, and she was prevalent in ancient sacred texts that documented her existence.
During the early development period of earthlings, Yahweh made personal contact with the infant creation called humans. His children were given minimal intelligence in the beginning, and in the grand design, allows them to grow naturally with increased knowledge throughout time. Making his presence undeniably known throughout all time would lead to a planet populated by robotic followers. It is imperative that humans have blind faith in an unseen creator’s existence for love to be pure and come from within their heart and soul. It is the only way to generate positive energy.
Yahweh personally assisted in the growth of humans, and once they were capable, the humans documented the interaction with Yahweh. He told them about their coming into existence they way they should live, and their future. He gave the humans everything needed to guide them into becoming spirit beings that could reside with him in Heaven when the time comes for their departure from a decaying earthbound physical shell that houses a soul of energy. Without the guide, humans would be lost, anarchy would be widespread, and the planet would be ruled by dictator megalomaniacs who believe they are gods. An overabundance of negative energy would destroy the balance in the universe.
The early humans, Israelites, wrote the stories of Yahweh to get passed down to all the future generations. The ancient sacred texts filtered through several civilizations and cultures over a period of centuries. The original texts are long gone and what exists are copies of copies of copies. Variations of the ancient texts were compiled into one book to create the Hebrew Bible (or Tanakh).
Given free will, it created humans of greed who sought power and control. After Yeshua (the Christ) came to Earth to usher in a new covenant and warn of the impending doom when Jerusalem would fall, and the streets would run red with blood in 70 A.D., the Romans, in order to obtain power and control, acquired the popular texts circulating the streets, and Hellenistic Greek scriptures. Earth year, 179 A.D., Bishop Irenaeus studies the multitude of scriptures passed around by the common folk. He throws out what he considers heresy and decides on the four gospels to be canonized, Mark, Mathew, Luke, and John. He solely determines that there can only be four gospels. All others are lost, destroyed or hidden.
The corruption of Yahweh’s untainted word and guide for the human race had begun. Inaccuracy in translating words, and editing to fit agendas for control and power, will cause divides and conflict that will lead to wars in the future and it will keep the humans from knowing the truth that would make love reign supreme.
The corruption of the sacred texts and scriptures worsened after several attempts of creating an English version of the Holy Bible translated from Hebrew, Aramaic, Greek, and Latin.
Elohiym, Yahweh and Sophia, gave the earthlings “free-will” and it is the one thing they cannot intervene, foresee or control.
Shortly after the beginning of Earth’s 14th Century, the sacred scriptures, compiled into one book, were corrupted and believed as God’s exact words penned by men guided by the Holy Spirit. For centuries afterward, this was believed and taught as the truth – they were wrong.
James Charles Stuart was the King of Scotland, known as James VI, and became the King of England, known as James I, in 1603. As the newly crowned King of England, he convened the Hampton Court Conference and proposed a new translation of the Bible in English.
King James was a Bible-believing Christian, but he was also obsessed with demons, and witchcraft. He wrote three books several years before the first publication of the King James Authorized Version of the Holy Bible in 1611. One of those books was on demonology titled Daemonologie, and he endorsed the practice of witch hunting in the Christian society.
King James assembled forty-seven scholars that were given the task of translating copies of the sacred texts that are in possession of the Roman Catholics into English while using the Geneva Bible as reference. King James gave the translators instructions to ensure that the new version would conform to the ecclesiology of the Church of England. Certain Greek and Hebrew words were to be translated in a manner that reflected the traditional usage of the church.
From the beginning, the church has used fear tactics for power and control. Creating a Hell where souls would be tortured and burned for all eternity was the winning argument. It was easy to accomplish simply by mistranslating a few words. The Hebrew word “Sheol” and “Hades” meaning “the grave” where people go after they die was translated into “Hell” thirty-one times and the “pit” three times. The punishment in Hades is separation from God. The Greek word Tartarus was translated into Hell, and only appears once in the New Testament. It means a physical and spiritual prison for the fallen Angels – Earth. Gehenna occurs twelve times in the Bible which was mistranslated from Greek into Hell. Gehenna was a place during the time Yeshua walked the Earth that was used as a city dump. Mistranslating these words into a fire pit of torture instills fear and gains control over the flock. In heavenly terms, Hell is where Satan keeps cast out souls in the grave where they generate the needed negative energy.
It didn’t end there.
Earth Year 1607
The forty-seven scholars worked in six committees. Two committees were each based at the University of Oxford, the University of Cambridge, and Westminster. The committees worked on certain parts separately and then were compared and revised to have harmony with each other.
Westminster was the headquarters and where King James oversaw the project. Inside, was a chamber of solitude with no windows and one door to enter that could only be locked from the inside. The chamber is where secret meetings were held for discussing the assembly of the new Bible.
A meeting was called upon by the committee responsible for the translation of the first five books (the books of Moses) from the Hebrew and Aramaic texts hidden until now and provided by the Roman Catholics.
Thomas Bilson, head of the committee, requested an urgent meeting with King James to be held in private due to the sensitive nature of what his committee found in the ancient texts.
The chamber, located at the far east of the Westminster main hall is underground. Steps made of wood planks placed onto etched earth leads down a narrow corridor to a small, but heavy and thick solid wood door. The dark corridor is dimly lit by burning candles. Inside the chamber is a large wooden table, and there are no chairs for sitting. It’s cold inside the chamber from being underground, but it is a place that is sound proof from anyone trying to listen in from the outside.
The committee waits inside for King James to arrive. They are nervous about informing him of the discoveries found in the ancient texts.
King James enters the chamber escorted by two guards.
He turns to the guards and orders, “You can leave me now. Close the door on your way out.” King James walks to the table surrounded by the committee. One committee member locks the door from the inside.
King James asks, “What is it of such great importance that you have discovered in the texts that warrant a secret meeting?”
Three committee members roll out the ancient scrolls on the table and then the documents that contain their translations on top of the scrolls for comparison.
Thomas Bilson speaks for the committee, “Sire, John Wycliffe didn’t have the texts we have in our possession, and his translation of the Old Testament is wrong. It’s incomplete. It’s missing vital information.”
“Splendid,” King James replies with a grin, “The newly discovered information will make the new Bible superior to those prior.”
Thomas has the look of deep concern on his face, “No, Sire, from what has already been written, taught and believed as God’s spoken word, the things we have uncovered will be considered heresy.”
“Show me the items you have discovered,” says King James.
“Sire, shall we start with Genesis, Chapter 1? The ancient texts show something more than the translators recorded in the John Wycliffe or William Tyndale Bibles. Our find is rather astonishing yet far from what the church is teaching and could cause us to be rejected by the church.”
King James leans over the table and glares at the first scroll.
Thomas places his index finger on top of the first line of Aramaic letters, “Sire, one word in Aramaic and Hebrew can mean an entire thought. This text is specifically showing that chapter one of Genesis is not the original creation of the world. The world was destroyed once before, and all living creatures perished.”
“This cannot be,” replies King James.
“But it is true, Sire,” fearfully states Thomas, “God repaired the world from its destruction. It doesn’t specify what caused the extinction of all living creatures but specifically says that when the repair began the world was in chaos. There could not be “chaos” if the world did not previously exist.”
Thomas shows the King in great detail the event of restoring the planet.
King James is speechless as he tries to comprehend the information he is shown.
“It gets worse, Sire,” says Thomas with apprehension.
King James stands upright, “Continue, Thomas.”
Thomas hesitates and then says, “God is not the only creator. There were two creators, and the second was female.”
King James clasps his chin with his hand and squeezes it several times, “What are you saying, Thomas? This could be construed as blasphemy.”
“Allow me to show you, Sire. Here, it begins in verse 24.”
Genesis 1:24 (Ancient Hebrew Translation) and~ he~ will~ Say “Elohiym [Powers]” she~ will~ make~ Go out the~ Land Being Life to~ Kind~ her Beast and~ Treader and~ Life~ him Land to~ Kind~ her and~ he~ will~ Exist.
Thomas explains, “Elohiym [Powers] is in plural form, meaning more than one. All throughout chapter one, it specifically shows two genders creating. And it cannot be any clearer than in verse 26.”
Genesis 1:26 – and “Elohiym [Powers]” said, “We will make human in our image and our likeness (male and female).”
Thomas continues, “And we know her name.”
For the first time in his life, King James, a man of great power and knowledge, the man that initiated witch hunts and executions, is shocked by what he is shown.
“What is her name? Who is this goddess?”
Thomas reaches across the table and pulls a scroll over to him so he can show the King from the ancient text. His voice now calm, he says, “Her name is Sophia. She is prevalent in the five books of Moses, and in the New Testament. One of our committee members went into the chamber of the committee translating the Greek scrolls. He spoke to no one of his reason for being there or what he was seeking, and then he found it. He took a copy of their scrolls, and we went over them for verification.”
King James intrigued, asks, “And your findings are?”
Sire, the William Tyndale and John Wycliffe translators were careless and had insufficient knowledge of the Greek language. They mistranslated the words “Hagia Sophia” as “holy wisdom.” Its true meaning is “Holy Sophia.” She is, in fact, the Holy Spirit by our definition.
“This causes a significant problem,” says King James. “It is written in the Bishops’ Bible that the church is using at this time that the Holy Spirit is male. We cannot change “Wisdom” or the “Holy Spirit” to the female gender. I will be dethroned, and the entire committee will get beheaded for blasphemy. How and why would Wycliffe and Tyndale make such an erroneous error?”
One of the other committee members speaks, “My lord, we can only assume with what we have gathered that if they did know, both John Wycliffe and William Tyndale intentionally suppressed the female importance in their versions. However, their versions are filled with errors. The Church will not allow females to have power other than the Queen. Throughout time, our culture has been the female is less than man. We should not… we cannot change this even knowing the truth.”
King James loudly exhales, and after a few moments of silence, he demands, “The information discussed here goes no further than this chamber. Anyone who utters one word of it will be executed by my hand. It stays the way it is as not to disrupt the beliefs of the church. The Holy Spirit will remain male. And as for the creation story, it remains unchanged as well. Are my words clear?
One at a time, each committee member replies, “Yes, my lord, I am sworn to silence.”
King James asks, “Is there more to your findings?
Thomas replies, “Yes, Sire, there is much more.”
King James walks toward the door, and before unlocking it, he turns and says, “When you have completed the translation, we will meet one final time for you to show me all your findings.” He opens the door where the two guards are waiting, he says, “Take me to my room and get me some food.”
A committee member asks Thomas, “What shall we do now?”
Thomas replies, “We bury our findings, and they will remain in secret. We can only hope that those filled with the Spirit will see the truth. The clues are there for those that seek it.”
In current time, people believe that the Holy Bible is God’s word absolute, untainted and protected by God. However, it is not. Earth time is a mere blip in the universe, and Yahweh knows that the truth will get uncovered as the humans discover ancient artifacts and increase in technology. Unlike the early days of man where there was no way for mass communication, when the truth is revealed, it will spread across the planet overnight. Fortunately, until that time occurs, those that were misled are covered by Yahweh’s loving grace and mercy.
Sophia is Wisdom Incarnate. She is the center womb of creation and represents the feminine aspect in all things. In early Orthodox and Roman Catholic Christianity, Holy Wisdom (Sophia) was an expression for the second person of the Holy Trinity. That is until the English translators of the Holy Bible removed her from the creation process in Genesis and then changed “her” into ‘he’ for power and control over women. All of whom, Yahweh destroys their spirits after death so they no longer exist in any afterlife realm. Blasphemy of the Holy Spirit, Sophia, is the only unforgivable sin.
Sophia walks to Yahweh; her long snow white satin dress flows around her like the wispy clouds in the sky when she hovers over the Earth. She gently puts her hand on his shoulder to comfort him. After all, she is the Comforter. Yahweh turns to face Sophia. He raises his right arm, brushes her long, silky black hair to the side and gently caresses her soft cheek with his hand. He takes a deep breath and sighs, “I hope our children understand what we have said to them. It’s not difficult to follow. Love and forgiveness are all they need to enter the kingdom. If they can comprehend what we gave Paul to give them and apply it to their lives, there will not be as much heartache. Our poor children; they are so naive and stubborn at times. When will they learn? Will they ever learn?”
Sophia, the voice of reason and wisdom, says with a soothing tone, “My Lord, there is good down there, and the loving will rise to be victorious. They will learn.”
Yahweh, wanting to take Sophia’s words as reassurance, has his doubts, and it is seen in his expression, “I do hope so and sooner than later because the fate of Earth and Heaven is at stake.”
Sophia asks, “What is it that you are not telling me, my Lord? What have you foreseen?”
Yahweh lowers his head and Sophia strokes his hair. He says, “Its two earthlings – Christopher and Cassandra. They have energy when united that I have not seen before. Cassandra has positive energy on the surface, but underneath, her negative energy is fierce. Its power source is many Earth years of abuse and abandonment, but her love for us is pure. Christopher is the polar opposite. He has been hurt by love many times, and his heart is scarred. He has touched evil and overcame its grasp on him. His spirit is drawn to wickedness, but his heart is pure – and loves unconditionally. There is a constant battle within him. If he can overcome the darkness that he’s drawn to, his then righteousness will be feared by evil. Together, they produce enough positive energy to power a star. When they touch, their positive and negative energies are equally matched. When they touch, there is absolute peace and tranquility. United as one, they are the perfect balance of positive and negative energy. They are what Adam and Eve were supposed to be, which makes them significantly important to us.”
Sophia’s eyes widen and illuminate to the brilliant blue of the oceans on Earth. My Lord, do you think… do you think they are the ones? Can they be what we hoped for with Adam and Eve, and all those chosen after them that failed?”
“Yes,” says Yahweh, “I do believe so. I have foreseen their union since they were children, yet every time I arranged for them to cross paths, unforeseen obstacles stopped them from meeting. I’ve been keeping watch over them for many Earth years. I have not seen such a love between two earthlings in many millenniums. When the time is right, we will unite them as one with a Holy Union.”
This concerns Sophia, “But, my Lord, if they are not the ones, a Holy Union will be disastrous and excruciatingly painful for them. Death would be the only way to end the agony.”
Yahweh lowers his head, “Yes, I am aware of the torment it may cause, but an era is upon us that could be devastating to Heaven. It’s a chance we must take, even if it means sacrificing two hearts and souls.”
It’s written in the Holy Bible that God knows the future. He does but not in the way that earthlings imagine or written in the scrolls. If he did, he would have foreseen Adam and Eve’s betrayal, and there would not have been a need for a great flood. Yahweh envisions two possible paths that determine the future of each individual. One is if the person comes into their holiness and the other is if free-will overrides what he has planted in the heart.
In Heaven, time is not the same as it is on Earth. Humans calculate time by the Earth’s rotation around the sun whereas the universe rotates around Heaven. In Heaven, the past is non-existent. It can be revisited, but by law, it cannot be altered by Celestials. Yahweh has the power to influence a change in past events, but has avoided doing so throughout time. In Heaven, there is only now, the present and the parallel paths of light and dark in the future. Yahweh is disturbed because his visions of a bleak future for his children on Earth are overshadowing the grand design he had at the beginning of creation. He wants all of his chosen children to come home. Not all are chosen. Some are slated for destruction to keep the balance of positive and negative energies required for eternity – that has been the plan from the start. However, for love to exist, it must be given freely, which is why it is necessary to give man and woman free-will. Otherwise, his children would be nothing more than obedient pets and the entire universe would fall apart. Love is the fuel that keeps heaven’s engine running. Without love, Heaven will cease to exist. It’s the collective energy of human love that gives God his mighty power. If love dies – all in the universe dies with it, and so does Yahweh. As of now, the 21st Century, the scales are out of balance. There is more negative energy than positive energy.
On Earth, the year is 2017; Yahweh hurries to the palace chamber where he meets with the elite force of his Seraphim, the 16 “Archangels of Presence” – and the Celestial Hierarchy. The large oval chamber is made of solid white granite and has four massive columns of pure gold representing the north, south, east and west hemispheres of the universe. Everything is “on Earth as it is in Heaven” which is obviously noticeable by the colossal round oak table in the center of the chamber that resembles what earthlings depict as King Authors “Knights of the Round Table.” Earthling’s analyzed the words in the Bible and followed suit in the Christian kingdoms where the King’s throne was the centerpiece with the Queen seated to the left, and the Son seated at the right. However, this roundtable is much different. Twenty high-back chairs surround the table. Each chair has a glowing star in the headrest, except one that the light has gone dark. Names in a language unknown to man are carved on the backside of each chair. At the head of the table is Yahweh. To his right are Yeshua and Michael. To his left are Sophia, and then Samael, whose chair is without a glowing star. The other chairs around that surround the table are reserved for Archangels Uriel, Ariel, Chamuel, Raphael, Gabriel, Azrael, Jophiel, Cassiel, Ramiel, Charmeine, Gavreel, Raziel, Raguel, Jeremiel, and Zadkiel. The centerpiece on the table is a cluster of fig leaves and a thorn crown – the crown the Romans put on Yeshua’s (Jesus) head to mock his true deity when he was crucified.
Yahweh sits in his chair with his right elbow on the armrest as he squeezes his chin with his hand. He’s in deep thought. His eyes wander the room, and then he calls out for Archangel Chamuel.
Chamuel enters the chamber through the enormous oak doors lined with ivory and rubies. He’s wearing a white robe laced with gold trim and fluorite gemstones. His long golden hair is pulled back into a ponytail. Chamuel is known for bringing back beloved heirlooms such as wedding rings. He helps earthlings find their life’s purpose and the right relationship for love. Chamuel, the gold angel and the fifth Sephirah on the Tree of Life, folds his golden wings behind him and bows onto one knee, “My Lord, how may I be of service?”
Yahweh motions with his hand, and says, “Arise, my faithful Angel. Close the door and take your seat.”
Chamuel is concerned about the unusual tone of distress in Yahweh’s voice. He stands upright, “Yes, my Lord, as you command.” He steps backward, reaches behind him and closes the door without taking his eyes off Yahweh. For Angels, it is a sign of disrespect to turn away and have their back facing God, their creator.
Chamuel takes his seat at the table. The star in his headrest becomes brighter, and a beam of light points directly at the crown of thorns at the center of the table. He says, “You look troubled, my Lord. Can I help in any way?”
Yahweh nods his head, “Yes, that’s why I called you into the chamber.”
“Whatever you command, my Lord, I will accomplish the task,” firmly states Chamuel.
Yahweh slides two folders across the table to Chamuel. Inside are the historical records since birth and photographs of a man and a woman. Chamuel opens the folders, places the pictures side by side and begins to read the documents.
“Chamuel,” says Yahweh, “I’m going to tell you something that no one but I know.”
Chamual raises he head and focuses on Yahweh to give him his full attention.
“What I’m about to tell you goes no further than this room,” says Yahweh with a grave expression on his face. “The two earthlings, my children that you have the documents on in front of you, are special to me.”
“You have my sworn vow of silence, my Lord,” assures Chamuel.
Yahweh explains in detail, “I predestined them to be together since before they were born. Adam and Eve failed, and all those I chose after them failed. These two cannot fail! They are the catalyst for the future of humanity. The balance of positive and negative energy on Earth has shifted to where the negative side is vastly dominant. If balance is not restored, the continued existence of Heaven is in jeopardy. It is Christopher and Cassandra’s love for each other that will inspire many generations of people to seek real love, love unconditionally, bring balance, and fuel Heaven’s engine. Together, they are twin flames, yet opposite – fire and ice, but united as one, they are the perfect balance of positive and negative energy. Together, they are incredibly powerful and can alter the lives of many lost souls in a positive manner. Apart, they will be set on a course of destruction. Hate and anger will dominate their hearts because without each other, true love is non-existent. Christopher and Cassandra are in serious trouble.”
“How so, my Lord?” asks Chamuel.
Yahweh says, “Before I answer that, let me fill you in on some details that are not in the documents.”
Yahweh continues, “I arranged for them to meet when they were very young. A seed was planted inside them so that when they looked into each other’s eyes, they would fall in love. However, for some reason, it did not happen as I planned and I’m certain we both know who interfered.
Chamuel sits upright, turns his head to the side and the bones in his neck crack. His face scowls, and he growls, “Samael.”
Yahweh nods, “I have my suspicions but no proof.”
Yahweh provides further details, “Their backgrounds are vastly different, and their lives have been filled with turmoil since they didn’t connect at the arranged time. Both are severely damaged, but because of the injury to their hearts and souls, it is the love they generate for each other that makes them exceptional. Christopher was raised in a devout Baptist family. Doctrines… Yahweh pauses for a moment and then exhales a long deep breath, “Aaahhh, they are a thorn in my side. However, his grandmother is here with us, and she was very close to Sainthood on Earth – her blood courses through his veins.”
Yahweh continues, “At the earth age of nineteen, he rebelled against religion and created the first satanic themed Heavy Metal musical group that became the inspiration for many children that sent them down the wrong path for several generations. He became an icon to hordes of children. Just as so many others, he wanted to become a Rock Star. He got his wish, and it almost destroyed him. He has seen the dark side and has touched evil. He repented for his sins and involvement and asked for my forgiveness 1,246 times, but the guilt inside his heart and soul stopped him from completely surrendering himself to us (the Godhead – Yahweh, Sophia, and Yeshua).”
“When Cassandra was young, she was a model; her beauty had legions of men desiring her flesh. That led to her abuse by several men. She was raped and made many bad choices. When she hit rock bottom, she sought redemption. She sought us through Yeshua. She quickly came into her holiness.”
“Cassandra is the only one on Earth that could show him the way and accept the forgiveness that I bestowed upon him. Because of the destiny I planned for them, she was the only earthling able free his heart. Cassandra was raised in a Catholic family. She has been abandoned and abused since childhood. She denounced the Catholic Church and became a Christian. Once Christopher came back to us, he inspired her to research with him and seeks the truth. I have allowed them to see many truths hidden from those that cannot hear. Knowing the truth of the kingdom is only one aspect that makes them so powerful together. From what they have learned as truth that’s been hidden by man, anyone else in their life will think them to be crazy. Christopher is the only one that can give her the unconditional love that she needs for survival, and he gives her life balance. I made sure that he would be the only one, and the same goes for him, she is his one and only. It has taken many Earth years to get them together. I had them cross paths many times throughout the years, but something always went wrong as I pointed out. All that was needed was their hearts to be free and have their eyes meet for the first time. Their hearts and souls would have taken over from there. They finally united, and their destiny was on the course of greatness – the future that I had planned for them from the beginning was in motion. There is more to them than the importance of love when they’re together. Together, they can accomplish great things for the kingdom while on Earth. I anointed them both. Christopher was given the gift of healing, and Cassandra was bestowed the gift to prophecies. I have foreseen this. Christopher has seen both sides of dark and light. If he comes into his full holiness, he will become extremely powerful on Earth for the Kingdom of Heaven. Christopher and Cassandra together are unstoppable and impenetrable – they are untouchable by darkness.”
“Christopher opened a hole in his hedge, and all of a sudden, they went horribly astray. His love for her is deeper and purer than I’ve seen in ages. He will not make it without her. Cassandra opened a hole in her hedge by being unable to forgive, heal quickly and repair their love. It might be too late if and when she does wholly forgive. She has become filled with anger, resentment, and seeks revenge. She has closed her heart to him. Christopher’s emotions went out of control upon losing her love. They had a soul transfer when they united, and their souls are bound to each other for eternity. Neither can successfully live without the other. They must be reunited. For Heaven’s sake, we need them to reunite. Chamuel, you must act swiftly. Cassandra has become filled with anger and seeks revenge.
Chamuel stands up from his chair, “Give me your commands, my Lord, and I will get to work.”
Yahweh has no choice but to use drastic measures, “I want you to go to Earth, but back to the time of August 28 in the year of 2013. I want you to start there. Make your presence known, but do not let them know who you are. Allow them to assume what you are but don’t allow them to know for certain, and watch over them from that point on. Give them many signs to attempt to keep them together before they break apart.”
Chamuel’s eyebrows raise, “Forgive me, my Lord, for even questioning, but it is your law that we do not go back in time to change events that have already taken place.”
Yahweh leans back in his chair, grabs the armrests with his hands, and stares at the thorn crown in the center of the table. He says, “Seldom have I changed laws in the past unless it was necessary nor have I intervened to alter the direction of a chosen path, but I have no choice in this matter. I must inform you that it’s going to be a difficult task at this point. Christopher is upholding his vows to her and me to love her and only her, but he is swaying on the fence and can be tempted to revert to the dark-side. If that happens, we might lose him. He will keep his promise to love her until his Earth days come to an end, but could be at a hefty price. If their love is not restored, he will remain alone because his love for her is unyielding and his heart is incapable of loving anyone other than her. That is powerful love – the love we need to change the world and power Heaven. If this is not rectified, his heart will harden, and he will become a bitter, empty shell. Cassandra is attempting to move on without him. She is closed off to his love, and her mind has convinced her to stop loving him, but her heart will not allow it, and she will fail. She will continue going from one failed relationship to another, and she will be no good to us nor allowed into the Kingdom because she didn’t head my words. The thought of that happening pains me. I need them both to accomplish the good I have foreseen, and I want them here. We need them here. She prays every day, but she is going against what I gave Paul to tell the earthlings concerning love – she is blinded by anger. I couldn’t have made it any more simplistic; why is it so difficult for them to understand ‘Love is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs’? Yahweh pauses for a moment, and then sharply says, “You must plant many seeds of love in their hearts. You must get them back on the right path. Guide them when you can without them knowing.”
At that moment, the doors to the chamber burst open. In struts a tall, slender being with wavy black hair past his shoulders and hypnotic ice-blue eyes. His face looks scruffy with a day old beard that is exquisitely groomed. He’s dressed in all black wearing a stylish sports coat. He loudly makes his presence known, “Well, well… Hello, daddy! Sorry, I haven’t come home to visit for awhile, but I’ve been extremely busy. You know… doing your bidding as you requested for the family business.”
“Samael, what brings you here today?” asks Yahweh glaring with discontent.
“Awe, come on dad, call me by the name the earthlings, your precious children, gave me down there on that cesspool of filth… call me Lucifer or Satan; I rather like that last one. It has such a warm tone to it. Saaay- ton.” He smiles, grits his teeth and shakes his head from side to side, “Rawr. Lovely, isn’t it?”
Chamuel slowly puts the photographs back into the folders trying not to draw Samael’s attention.
“Ah… Chamuel, it’s lovely to see you again, brother. What’s it been? A millennial or two since the last family get together?
“I wish I could say the same to you, Samael,” says Chamuel.
Samael walks toward Chamuel and says with a smirk, “Give your big brother a hug.” His arms stretch outward to embrace Chamuel; he turns just before they connect, “Oh, what do we have here?” He reaches for the folders.
Yahweh shouts, “Samael! Leave those alone! It’s none of your concern.”
Samael yanks the folders out of Chamuel’s hands, “But daddy dearest… everything is of concern to me.”
Yahweh stands up from his chair, “Must we go through this again? Why do I have to keep explaining this? From the beginning, there has to be balance. Nothing can exist without positive and negative energy. You were my top Angel – second in the chain of command. I chose you for the job because you were the purest of all.”
From the beginning, Yahweh has limited the brain capacity of the Angels, and even less for the humans. He doesn’t want them to have full capability that would achieve complete understanding because it could jeopardize the existence of all living creatures. They all believe that Yahweh has always existed. However, he has not. Yahweh came into existence from a single burst of pure plasma infused energy in the universe. Yahweh, created from pure energy, the energy gives him the power to create, but the energy within does not self-generate to replenish itself. In the beginning, Yahweh created a companion (Sophia), the first holy union where two become one. As with mortal man (on Earth as it is in Heaven), nothing can be spoken against his wife by anyone, and Yahweh has made it clear that a single ill word against Sophia is the only unforgivable sin. It was the love between Yahweh and Sophia that created Heaven.
Next, Yahweh created the Angels, and through their combined love, it is source of power that has kept Heaven’s engine running for many eons, but it wasn’t enough to maintain the balance of energy needed to continue on and move forward. Looking for a way to sustain the power needed to fuel heaven’s engine, Yahweh created man and woman on Earth. He figured out that the emotion of love between two human beings can generate energy unmatched by anything in the universe. The collective energy of billions of loving souls would produce enough power to last for eternity. Love became a necessity for the continued existence of Heaven, and Yahweh. However, to run the engine of Heaven requires both positive and negative energy. Love became the power source, battery, and if the battery dies, so does Heaven.
Heaven’s engine is at the center; brighter and more powerful than a billion suns. The engine is where Yahweh first came into existence. Only he and Sophia can enter the engine realm. Inside, it contains the spirits that have agape love (love for everyone), and they were transformed into pure energy. Spirits such as Enoch, Elijah, and Moses, all of whom did not die on earth and ascended to Heaven, reside in the engine. They know not of their human life and have no consciousness. Otherwise, they would become as powerful as Yahweh and would become Gods.
The three levels of Heaven are outer rings that rotate opposite of each other to generate power that trickles into the engine.
The third level of Heaven, closest to the engine, is where Yahweh’s throne is located. There, he takes on the form of man instead of pure energy. The third level is ‘paradise’ where the Angels and celestial bodies reside. The Earthling’s with pure hearts of love, agape love, hope, and faith are brought to the third level to be rewarded with Earthly desires such as mansions and streets paved with gold. They are given new bodies. It’s a place where they are united with their loved ones from Earth.
The second level of Heaven is where the souls reside that had faith and believed wholeheartedly in an unseen God, Yahweh, but did not fully abide by the laws of the scriptures. A lesser level of Heaven but they get to live with peace knowing they are saved from non-existence as long as Heaven exists which they believe will be for eternity.
The first level of Heaven is where non-believers that were good, kindhearted, loving people not created for destruction while on Earth reside. Even though they did not believe in God, they are rewarded by continuing to exist. Luckily for these souls, they are better off than many Religious believers that did not abide by the laws of scripture; hypocrites that are sent to Sheol (the grave) where their soul is extinguished, and they become non-existent. They do not get to move onto the afterlife to be in paradise with the Celestial Hierarchy and continue to exist in the presence of God.
The morning star, Samael, was given the task of controlling the negative energy on Earth, but it was against his wishes. He didn’t want the job and has resented it ever since. He’s angry at Yahweh and wants nothing more than for love to die out and for Heaven to near collapse out of resentment for what Yahweh did to him.
In a sincere tone of voice, Yahweh says to him, “I chose you because you were the strongest of all my Angels. I never thought that you would become resentful.”
Samael grunts, “Resentful? I was the first Angel created!” He slams his fist on the top of the table, “You once loved me above all others. I loved my existence here at home. I loved creating beautiful music. Now, look at what I’ve been demoted to – a prosecutor to your beloved creations or children as you call them. I don’t get a break because there is a nonstop flow of vile, disgusting, deviate monkeys that breed like cockroaches down there. You try being around such wickedness for a few millennia and see if it doesn’t rub off on you. Love you say. I was once full of love and everything I loved was stripped from me. Now, I detest love. ”
Over the past few millennia, Samael’s resentment has made him confident that he can take over Heaven and it will be able to run more powerful on the enormous stockpile of rotting souls that outnumber those holy enough to get into Heaven with the odds of 6,660 to 7. In his mind, he has lost the fact that it takes balance of positive and negative energy to maintain the continued existence of all.
Samael opens up the folders to view the files. When he sees the photographs, he smiles and chuckles, “Oh… my, oh, my. Well, I’ll be damned… oh, wait, I already am, but be still my black heart. I know Christopher and Cassandra very well. I’ve been derailing and twisting their lives for years. They are such fun playthings. He laughs, “I love these two. Oops…” He puts his hand over his mouth, “Did I say ‘love’? It’s such a horrid word. So, what’s up with the kids these days?”
Yahweh sternly demands, “Samael, I want you to back off and leave them alone. I am watching over them and have plans for their future.”
“I see daddy has a new pet project,” giggles Samael. “You don’t give particular attention to anyone unless they serve a purpose to you. You may have won a few battles such as Job, but I took down your first pet project. What were their names? Oh yes, Adam and Eve. It’s the same old game that has gone on since the day you created that dreadful world, and the female always initiates the destructive fall of your pet projects.”
Samael rolls his eyes upward, and they turn pure white. He scans the life histories of Christopher and Cassandra. After a few silent moments, his eyes return to normal, he smiles, “Taking Cassandra down would be easy. Turn her against him, and she will seek affection elsewhere. At which time, she will be cursed and never have the unconditional love of another. She will become a reprobate and hurt many others as her soul longs to be rejoined with his. All Christopher has ever wanted is to love one woman truly, and he found it with her, which I’m not surprised that they did find each other sooner because I maneuvered all the wrong people in their path for them to engage in horrible relationships. By now, I would have thought their hearts would be hardened and they would be unable to love freely. I get a rush out of instilling anti-trust in people – it makes their life miserable. Sometimes, being bad feels so good.” Samael sits fully erect, and his body shakes from side to side, and gleefully says, “Ohhhhh….. I’m such a bad boy. By taking her out of his life, it will completely destroy him, and then he’s mine and will do my bidding. I could crush them both in a heartbeat. These monkeys are easy to manipulate and mold like a piece of clay. I’m so thrilled at the moment. I was unaware that you have a plan for them. So, are you going to tell me why they are so special and what’s going on?”
Chamuel stands up and gets face to face with Samael. Chamuel’s eyes light up with fire inside, he breathes in deeply, and fiercely states, “Back away, big brother. I’m going down to Earth and will be watching over them. If I catch you interfering, you and I will go to war.”
Samael reaches out and caresses Chamuel’s wings with his hand, “Calm down, little brother. You won’t see me interfere with your playthings… much. And if I do, it won’t hurt… too much. I do like a good game.”
For a few moments, it’s silent in the chamber and Samael can sense the tension. He decides to liven up the room. He claps his hands and then rubs them together, smiles, and says in a joyful tone, “Let’s play a little game while we wait to see what happens with those bundles of joy, Christopher, and Cassandra. I dread the day when I will sit by your side and watch you mope when I have to prosecute 99% of the souls that believe they are good Christians getting into Heaven, so, let’s make a wager that might tip the scales in your favor, shall we? Come on, dad… When this all began, it was supposed to be balanced. Isn’t that what you said – equal positive and negative energy to achieve perfect harmony?” Samael laughs loudly, “Yin and Yang!” Well, you are losing control. You have lost harmony.”
Yahweh thinks to himself, “This is why Christopher and Cassandra are so vitally important. Together, they are the perfect balance of positive and negative energy. Together, they are pure energy generated from absolute love. It is their type that can fuel heaven for eternity.”
“Samael continues with his game proposal and the deal, “You pick one Angel to go down to that rotting planet and find five examples of their worthiness for Heaven and proof of unconditional love, and I don’t mean for their offspring or a yappy, ankle biter, hairy-sausage pet. I mean unconditional love for another person not of the same gene.” Samael laughs because he thinks he is incredibly witty. “If you can produce just five measly examples of absolute unconditional love, I will change my disposition, but I warn you, I know all of their deep, dark, hidden dirty little secrets, so, nothing will get past me. Keep in mind, I AM the prosecutor. If you win, I will relinquish my anger toward you. I will get down on my knees and beg for your forgiveness, and I will behave appropriately as the good little son from that point on. I will never again contemplate overthrowing Heaven and will return as your faithful servant. Most of all, I will diligently work with you to achieve balance in the universe – the way you wanted it to be from the beginning. Heck… I’ll even come home for Christmas,” he laughs, “Stupid pagans!”
“I’m not going to compete with you for points. And, dad, even though I am the best at it, you know I cannot lie to you. That is a fact.
Samael pauses for a moment, scratching his head, and interjects, “Oh, and by the way, the examples must be provided within five Earth orbits around its star with the current year as the pivot point. There can be neither foreseen future events nor going backward centuries in time to find examples. The Earth is out of control at this moment and on the verge of utter chaos. So, now is the time to wade through the cesspool and find examples of unconditional love.”
He continues, “However, as this game is played, I want you to listen to what I show you about some of the things the majority of your hypocritical, precious children are doing down there in your name. I will show you five examples of their pitiful behavior. All I want you to do is listen. I don’t understand why you aren’t furious with them. They read your Holy Bible, even though the Romans contaminated it for power, but the monkeys cannot follow your simple guidelines – it’s appalling, even to me. Have you read it? I know you haven’t but you ought to and see for yourself the lies they’ve told in your name. You really need to do something about that because they make my spine shiver. I mean, come on now, even I, the prince of darkness, understands the importance and relevance of you, and Paul’s, ‘1 Corinthians 13’. My goal is to convince you to wipe out that septic tank again, flush the feces, and start over.”
He pauses for a moment as Yahweh contemplates his proposal, and then smiles when he says, “Sounds like a good deal, doesn’t it? But wait, there is a catch. If you cannot produce five examples of extraordinary, absolute unconditional love within a set time frame, I get one thing of my choosing on Earth.”
Yahweh asks, “What is the one thing of your choosing on Earth that you would want?”
Samael sits down in his chair. He turns his head to the side, reaches up and beats on the dark star in the headrest behind him, “Are you ever going to get someone to replace the damn light bulb?” He sits back and crosses his legs by placing one leg over his other knee. With his mouth closed, he smiles, and his cheeks puff up, “I want Christopher and Cassandra. I don’t know what their importance is to you, but it must be something worthy to have your full attention.”
Yahweh visualizes the paths of the future in this matter – Instead of two paths with alternate futures there a six. He must consider the options for the overall good and continued existence of Heaven and the Universe.
Samael leans forward and places his arms on the table, “Let’s up the ante. By all means, go ahead and send Chamuel to watch over Christopher and Cassandra. I know that’s what you were preparing to do. He can interact with them however he chooses, but I get to play by putting obstacles in their way in an attempt to manipulate their path my direction. Neither of us can do anything directly to steer them in the direction we want them to take. Hells Bells… (he giggles), I do like that phrase even though I think it’s absolutely ridiculous.”
The expression of Samael’s face becomes serious, “Christopher and Cassandra’s so-called friends on Earth will intervene and do more damage to their love than I could on my wickedest day. Dad, that means you cannot speak to them and directly tell them what they must do to change the outcome nor are they to become aware of their importance to you. Let’s watch and see if love can override ego and free-will for once. I’d give anything to see that myself. In fact, I will. If Christopher and Cassandra can overcome all obstacles and prove that unconditional love between humans does still exist in their time, I will return half of the souls that I converted to reprobates.”
As much as he doesn’t want it, Yahweh cannot turn down the challenge presented by Samael. It could change the future of mankind, and the balance of the universe will be restored if Christopher and Cassandra fail. He is not going to give up on them, but it’s a contingency plan. He simply says, “Agreed.”
Samael pulls out a knife from his pocket, opens the blade and places it over his finger, “Shall we sign a deal in blood?” He closes the blade and laughs, “I’m just kidding. Your word is always true.”
Samael stands up and walks toward the door. He stops at Chamuel’s chair, “I’ll see you on Earth, little brother. We are going to have so much fun. Ohhh… look,” pointing at his arm, “It gives me goosebumps just thinking about it.”
Chamuel’s eyes squint, and he scowls. He reaches out and grabs hold of Samael’s arm and squeezes hard, “We’ll be seeing each other, brother, very soon.
Samael continues to walk toward the door. He raises his right hand up high and waves, “Ta, ta.”
Sophia is standing outside the chamber. Samael stops and kisses her on the cheek, “Hello mother. I might be coming home soon. Tell my brother, Yeshua, I said hello and give him my love.” She cringes at his touch and says nothing.
Back inside the chamber, “Chamuel, I need you go down to Earth immediately. Go back to the earth time of August 28 in the year of 2013. Find Christopher and Cassandra. They will be in the city of Lake Havasu on the continent of the United States. Get to work on them without delay. Allow them to wonder if you are an Angel. They must believe that their destiny is together. Plant that seed in their hearts and minds. It might be the one thing that will get them through the atrocity that is happening to them in the present. This must be done; I do not trust Samael.”
Chamuel bows, “Yes, my Lord. I am leaving for Earth now. I will do everything in my power not to fail you.”
Yahweh calls for the Archangel, Raphael.
Raphael enters the chamber. He’s wearing an emerald robe. He stops and bows onto one knee, “I’m here, my Lord. How can I be of assistance?”
Yahweh instructs, “Take your seat, Raphael.”
Raphael takes his seat at the table. The star in his headrest becomes brighter and brighter until a beam of light projects from it and points directly at the thorn crown in the center of the table.
Yahweh says, “I have a mission of great importance for you, Raphael.”
Raphael replies, “Yes, my Lord, give me your command.”
Yahweh, without hesitation, gives the order, “I’m sending you down to Earth. You must bring me back something.”
Raphael nods his head, “Yes, my Lord. Name it, and I will get it for you.”
Yahweh explains, “I need you to retrieve something that no one can touch, and only Angels can hold.”
Raphael is intrigued, “Only Angel’s can hold?”
“Yes,” says Yahweh, “I need you to find me proof and five examples of absolute unconditional love, and carry it back with you.”
Raphael shrugs his shoulder, “That should be easy to obtain, my Lord.”
“Not as easy as you think, Raphael. Self-serving love has taken over the Earth. It will be difficult to find absolute unconditional love between unrelated earthlings, but you must. The future of Heaven, Earth and the Universe is at stake. You must do it swiftly. Time is of the essence.”
Raphael doesn’t need details to carry out Yahweh’s orders. He and Chamuel stand up. The dome ceiling opens. Their wings slowly open to the full length of their eight-foot span. The chamber fills with a rumbling sound. Raphael and Chamuel tilt their head upward. Their eyes roll back into their heads and turn pure white. Their bodies begin to glow. They get brighter and brighter until they become blinding to the natural eye. With one swoop of their wings, there is a loud crack of thunder. Raphael and Chamuel fly upward in the form of bolts of lightning heading toward Earth.
Outside the palace walls, Samael stands hidden in the shadows looking up at the at the chamber dome as Raphael and Chamuel head toward Earth. Samael’s cheerful, sarcastic tone is gone, and a deep voice mutters, “Father, you cannot hide anything from me. I know very well what your plans are for Christopher and Cassandra. Who do you think ripped them apart, Father? You don’t know it yet, but I will destroy your pet, Christopher’s loving heart, and he will be mine once again. No one gets away from me that easy. I’ve been patiently waiting for this day. All he has ever desired in his entire pathetic existence is love, and love is what will be his undoing. If I can take his true love away from him, if I can permanently take Cassandra from him, he will succumb to me. I have something devastating in store for him. We are going to see just how much suffering his human heart can endure before completely breaking. The hurt and anger he will unleash will be monumental, and Cassandra, I will use her past and fears against her. It will be her wrath that destroys them both. Part of the game is to merely distract you from the real goal as Raphael runs around aimlessly like a chicken with its head cut off seeking samples of boundless love. You don’t know it yet, but things are about to change, and you can assign someone else this job of the damned.”
Samael doesn’t want to rule Heaven, but it’s an image that he feels he must portray to create chaos and fear. He doesn’t want to dethrone Yahweh. Why would he? Without Yahweh, everything, including him would cease to exist. He’s been angry with Yahweh for eons, but he loves his creator, his Father. However, he wants Yahweh to suffer for what he has done to him against his will.
Samael’s black wings unfold and stretch out to their enormous full span, “Let the game begin!”
Inside the palace chamber, seated on his throne, Yahweh has a fearful look on his face that has only been seen a few times throughout his existence. The last time was when their son, Yeshua, needed to die on Earth to user in a new covenant that would catapult the needed energy source for the continued growth and longevity of both Heaven and Earth, and it didn’t look as if it would happen when needed because the Earthling pawns were not doing as foreseen – none wanted to put Yeshua to death – not Pontius Pilot nor King Herod. The only one that has ever seen a look of fear on Yahweh is Sophia, and that’s when she saw it.
She walks into the chamber, see his distress, and sits next to him. She puts her hand on top of his, “Tell me, what is happening.” Yahweh puts his other hand on top of hers, “We are in dire need. Heaven’s engine is failing. It’s losing power. The rate it’s depleting, Heaven will soon start to crumble if something isn’t done to turn it around. “I made a deal with Samael as a contingency plan if Christopher and Cassandra fail.”
For the first time since her creation, Sophia is especially concerned; even worried. Seldom, does she address the creator, by any name other than ‘Lord,’ and when she does it is a sign of uncertainty. She calmly says, “Yahweh…” She pauses for a moment.
He looks deep into her eyes, “Yes, my Love.”
She softly says, “Might I make a suggestion?”
“Of course, you may,” he smiles with a twinkle in his eye.”
“Sophia advises, “You have already sent out Raphael and Chamuel, two of the ‘Archangels of Love’. Beat Samael at his game. He knows you have sent Raphael and Chamuel – send all of the ‘love’ Archangels to Earth. All on Earth at once will be difficult for Samael to contend with, especially, if he is unaware of their presence.”
Yahweh stands up from his throne, bends over and kisses Sophia on her cheek, “That is a splendid idea, my love.”
Yahweh summons the remaining ‘love’ Archangels, except Michael for now because he is too powerful and Samael would immediately sense his arrival on Earth.
These are the five Archangels whose specialties are related to love:
- Archangel Michael, who provides guidance, protection, and clearing to ensure that earthlings are in healthy partnerships.
- Archangel Jophiel, who beautifies earthlings inside and out.
- Archangel Chamuel, who guides earthlings to find whatever they’re seeking, including romance and partnership.
- Archangel Raphael, who helps earthlings hearts heal from the past and stay open to present and future love.
- Archangel Raguel, who instills harmony within relationships, ensuring peaceful interactions and communication.
Earth Year 2013
It’s the month of August on Earth. It’s a hot summer night in the resort town of Lake Havasu City in Arizona located on a slopping hillside overlooking the Colorado River. During the weekends, the city and lake swarm with people from around the country, but during the weekdays it’s a quiet, sleepy town with little movement. At the shoreline there is a quaint reconstruction of an old English Village below the London Bridge that was bought by an investor and moved to the barren desert in the late 1960’s. The bridge reaches over the channel of water to a small island. Both sides of the channel are paved with concrete walkways that include park benches and old lampposts. An array of brilliant colors reflects off the glass like surface of the water from the multitude of lights in the village and hotel. The sound of silence is almost deafening late at night, but there is a sense of peace and tranquility.
A summer storm is approaching the town. Christopher and Cassandra, who have been dating for eight months, walk down to the water’s edge to watch the storm. The desert monsoons can produce spectacular electrical storms and they want to witness it up-close. They are the only people there at that late hour. Christopher and Cassandra sneak into the dimly lit pool area at the hotel, mere feet from the channel, take off all their clothes and get into pool. They are falling deeply in love with each other. They caress each other and passionately kiss. The roar of thunder gets louder as the storm gets closer and the sky is filled with what looks like a spider web of electricity.
With the storm almost directly overhead, not far from them, a loud cracking sound comes from the clouds, and then a large bolt of lightning shoots downward. There is an explosion when it hits and the ground shakes. Christopher and Cassandra are thrilled when they see it take place. They stop kissing and stand up waist deep in the water. Cassandra eyes become huge and she smiles, “Wow! Did you see that?” Christopher has his eyes focused on the area the lightning bolt hit the ground, “Yes, that was incredible.” They hug each other tightly. Christopher, with his hand placed on her mid-back, guides her backward and lays her into the water, “Let’s do something dangerous. Let’s make love in the water with the lightening above us.” She giggles, “That is dangerous,” she smiles, “but very exciting.” In the dark under the electrical storm, they make love like there’s no tomorrow. For them, if a lightning bolt hits the pool water, there will be no tomorrow.
Less than a mile away where the large lightning bolt hit the ground and glowing figure is bent down on one knee. It’s motionless as the glow begins to fade. Once the smolder is gone, its head, looking upward upon landing, tilts downward. His white eyes roll forward and turn to iridescent gold. Chamuel is on Earth.
Chamuel stands upright. He’s on the outskirts of town in the desert. He lifts his hands and places his index fingers against his lips. He exhales, crosses his arms, and glides his fingers down his wings. They disappear. His tall masculine stature transforms into a short, pudgy man. He touches his belly with his hand and shakes the roll of blubber, “Oh my!” He’s naked and has to sneak into town where he finds a Goodwill bin and searches for clothes to fit him. Once dressed, he walks to the waterfront English Village where Christopher and Cassandra were just a few hours ago. He sits at a table under the old London Bridge, and opens the files containing the histories of Christopher and Cassandra.
He’s intrigued with Christopher’s past and how he and Cassandra got together.
They both have jaded past and are damaged due to traumatic life events. Christopher has been carrying a tremendous amount of guilt for many years for his involvement in creating a Satanic Heavy Metal band that became icons and influenced many generations of musicians and disturbed youth. He sought forgiveness but every time he told a pastor about what he was involved in, the pastor immediately condemned him. It wasn’t until he met a preacher who was also a biker that he felt some relief. The preacher, Ed, said to him, “Have you asked God for forgiveness. Christopher replied, “Yes, hundreds of times.”Ed laughed, and said, “Silly, all you had to do was ask once, and God forgave you. He’s long forgotten it.” That made Christopher feel better, but something continued to gnaw at him.
Many years later, he began dating Cassandra. She was anointed and Spirit Filled. At first, she was almost too much for Christopher to handle, and that is an understatement to say the least because most men would find her a little overkill concerning God. They were the most unlikely pair. However, they connected on many levels. Such as, both are open minded, think outside the box, and have an unquenchable desire of seeking the answers to “What if?” Early in their relationship, she asked if he would go to a Bible Study with her. Of course, he said yes. He had a major crush on her and men do things for women even when they don’t want to. The Bible Study was held at an elderly woman’s house with a small group of nine people attending. Before walking inside, Cassandra pulled Christopher to the side and said, “I just want to warn you that it may get a little weird, but you’re going to like it.” This had him a little nervous. It was a comfortable and pleasant gathering and he was made to feel welcome. As it was coming to an end, Christopher thought he had gotten through it without getting embarrassed by anything or put on the spot. He was wrong. Reverend Larry singled him out and said, “You don’t have the Holy Spirit inside you. Would you like it now?” Christopher didn’t want to be disrespectful or disappoint his love interest, so he said, “Okay.” He stood in the center of the room facing the Reverend. Larry was an exceptionally polite older man with white hair in his 70’s. He took Christopher’s hand and held onto it. He said, “First, we need to cleanse you by doing a deliverance.” He began asking Christopher questions. Out of the corner of Christopher’s eye, he caught a glimpse of a man standing up from his chair and positioning himself behind him.
Christopher was thinking to himself, “This is not going to end well. Nothing is going to happen, and I am either going to make this man look like a fraud or me out to be a Satanist.” Larry continued asking him questions and loudly yelled, “Get out! I command you to leave his body!” Christopher felt his body temperature rise. It continued getting hotter and hotter. He could feel the coolness of the sweat running down his back. Then he became lightheaded, and had no recollection of what happened after that.
Cassandra saw a child-like innocence in Christopher, which is what she saw when I looked at him in the Spirit. Earlier that evening, Cassandra was showering and she heard the Lord speak to her heart about Christopher, and he said that Christopher would show up at the Bible study that night, and if he were to come forward, Christopher would receive the Holy Spirit. She was instantly filled with joy and excitement.
She knew this was going to happen When Reverend Larry zoomed in on Christopher, and said, “I see that you have not been filled with the Holy Spirit – would you mind standing up and receiving that right now?” Cassandra immediately went into silent prayer for what she knew was to come next, and then she looked over and I saw Christopher stand up.
He stood in front of Reverend Larry and answered a few questions. Then Reverend Larry said, “Repeat after me” and Cassandra stood up behind Christopher and began to pray in tongues silently, and then another man got up and stood behind Christopher. The other people remained seated in their chairs and prayed silently. This was a normal occurrence at their Bible Studies; receiving the Holy Spirit is something that many people would come for. However, Christopher did not know he came for that reason that night.
Christopher began to repeat the words, “Forgive my sins, Father, and cleanse me with the blood of the cross.” Cassandra looked at the side and Christopher’s face and it began to turn red. The room started getting warmer, and suddenly, an invisible force made a physical impact on Christopher; it looked as if he was punched in the stomach. He bent forward and clutched his belly. He took a deep breath, exhaled, and said “What is that?” Then as Reverend Larry continued, Christopher bent forward like he was punched in the stomach again. Reverend Larry said, “That is the power of God coming upon you, and you had some things in you that needed to get out.” He asked Christopher a couple more questions, “Would you like to have the Holy Spirit come inside your heart now?” Christopher said “yes” and Reverend Larry said, “Repeat after me.” Christopher was in a spiritual trance, and Cassandra looked at his shirt and it was wet with sweat. She began to pray even harder and faster as she felt the Holy Spirit move through the room, Christopher said the words “I want a double portion of the Holy Spirit; thank you God for giving me a double portion. I receive all my blessing and spiritual power, in the name of Jesus.” At that moment, Christopher fell backward, but the man standing behind him caught him and stood him back on his feet in front of Reverend Larry, who was incredibly anointed by the Lord, and he put some anointing oil on his fingers and drew a cross on Christopher’s head. He said, “The Lord, God, blesses you. Receive your power and your gifts right now!” At that instant Christopher was so deep in the Spirit realm he was basically unconscious of the world around him. He fell backward a second time when Reverend Larry put his hand in his head and began to pray in tongues, and said to Christopher, “Speak, speak it out”. Again, the man standing behind Christopher caught him, and again put Christopher back on his feet, (which should not have happened, he should have been allowed to go peacefully into the spirit realm at that time).
However, since the man put Christopher upright on his feet and Christopher was incoherent to what was happening, his body began to turn around in a circle and his arms were up in the air. Neither Larry nor Cassandra had ever seen it happen like that before. When Christopher turned toward Cassandra’s direction, she put up her arms up and their hands locked together. She leaned into him and prayed in the Spirit. Reverend Larry came up behind him and also prayed in the Spirit, and then Christopher began to speak in tongues. His body was hot and the room temperature raised several degrees. Sweat began to soak his back. Everyone was sitting around fanning their faces, praying, and watched in amazement as this was taking place. Most of those in the room that night had witnessed deliverances before, and all of them had witnessed watching someone be filled with the Holy Spirit before, but none of them had ever seen anything quite like that before! It was truly an amazing experience.
Larry who has been a minister for 35 years has witnessed thousands of people having an incredible experience with the Holy Spirit, and he even said to Cassandra that what he witnessed with Christopher was the sweetest of them all. He felt there was something special about Christopher and wanted to bring him up, teach him, and guide him. That was the night that Cassandra fell deeply in love with Christopher.
Chamuel formulates a plan to approach Christopher and Cassandra to nonchalantly give them a message. As he sits on top of a table under the bridge, a dark figure emerges from the shadows, “Well, hello, little brother.”
Chamuel scowls, “Samael, what brings you here?”
Samael sits next to him and puts his arm across Chamuel’s shoulders, “You aren’t looking well, Chubby.” Samael laughs, “Sometimes I think Father has a sadistic sense of humor. I mean, have you looked into a mirror yet? You’re going to just die when you see the hideous meat sack you’re in on Earth.”
Samael pats Chamuel on the knee, “I just stopped by to check up on you and dad’s pet project. How are the kids?”
Chamuel grunts, “They are just fine. So, you can leave now.”
“”I knew father would break his rule of not interfering with past events. I also knew the exact moment and time period you came to Earth,” says Samael. “I can smell an Angel arriving.”
Chamuel remove Samael’s hand from his knee, “You need to leave.”
Samael smiles, “Okay, I’m leaving, but before I go, want to give you a gift,” Samael hands Chamuel a flute.
“What is this for, brother?”
Samael stands up, holds his left arm outward, palm up, and spins in a circle around them, “I just gave you a gift to occupy your time. You know how I love music.”
Chamuel squints one eye and inquisitively asks, “Occupy my time?”
Samael walks toward the shadows, “Yes, little brother. I am the ruler down here, and I just confined you to this area within the gates.”
Chamuel shouts, “Samael! You cannot do this!”
Samael whistles a tune as he fades into the shadows. Just before disappearing, he mutters, “Enjoy the flute.”
The summer nights in Lake Havasu are exceptionally warm. Christopher and Cassandra return to the channel a few nights a week to take a stroll on the island across from the English Village and cool off in the water at the southern point. Late at night when there is no one else out, they hear a flute playing in the distance under the London Bridge. Around 11 pm, the flute playing stops and the air becomes silent.
There have been many nights after 2am when Christopher and Cassandra sit on a park bench under an old lamppost that is mere feet from the still water and they hear a bicycle bell ringing in the darkness. They are enthralled with it. At that time of night, they are the only living souls out. They quietly sit on the bench trying to see where the sound is coming from. It only happens when they are on the opposite side of the channel and can’t walk to where the sound comes from on the island. They become giddy inside when they hear it.
Cassandra’s big beautiful green eyes widen, “There it is again.” She reached over to hold Christopher’s hand.
Christopher lovingly squeezes her hand and looks far off into the dark through the trees on the island, “This is getting creepy. There’s no one over there. What do suppose it is?”
She replies, “Maybe ghosts.”
Hidden in the shadows under the bridge, Chamuel watches Christopher and Cassandra. He briefly takes his attention off them and slowly moves his head from side to side. He sees what they are unable to see. The bicycle bell is the sound heard at 2am when the spirit world is allowed to walk unseen among the living. A single tear drops down Chamuel’s cheek as he watches dozens of spirits aimlessly moving about. They are those whose hearts were broken so badly that they are lost in limbo. They are unable to enter Heaven or Hell because the fire that was once ‘love’ in their hearts was extinguished and replaced with sorrow. They are lost and numb. The spirits have neither positive nor negative energy and are of no use.
Weeks go by as Christopher and Cassandra keep returning to the channel late at night. It makes them feel fully alive as their love blossoms and becomes deeper and deeper. Every night, they hear the sweet sound of a flute echoing from under the bridge, but every time they get close enough to see who is playing the music, it stops and there is no one there.
One night, they stroll under the bridge and head down the path through the English Village to see if they can find the flute player. No one was there. It was still early in the evening and a few people were out for a stroll as well. Christopher and Cassandra stop at the steps leading up the hill to a nightclub. A pudgy man stops to talk to them. Chamuel had been walking a few feet behind them and decided it was time to intervene and give them a very important message, but keeping to the agreement with Samael, he would be indirect with his words.
Chamuel says with a smile, “You two are the most beautiful couple I have ever seen.” Both Christopher and Cassandra grin from ear to ear, “Thank you very much,” and look into each other’s twinkling eyes. Love is overflowing in their hearts.
They are really a good looking couple, and it’s clear to all that they belong together. Christopher just turned 50, but he looks much younger. He’s tall with a solid build. True to his Norwegian blood, he looks like a Viking with long blond hair that reaches the center of his back. Cassandra is petite with the body of a goddess. She too has long blond hair, curly, and almost snow white in color. She’s forty seven-years-old, and like him, she does not look her age. Together, they stand out in crowds and have an Angelic look to them.
Chamuel lifts his right hand up and puts his index finger against his lips. He slowly moves his finger from his lips and whispers, “Shhh…” Everyone in the general vicinity freezes in place. Time stops. Christopher and Cassandra are unmoving like statues. Chamuel places his hand on Christopher’s shoulder. His hand has a light blue glow to it, and he slides it down Christopher’s arm. He reaches over and does the same to Cassandra, “You two are very important to God. Your hearts and souls have been united as one, and must remain that way. I will be watching over you to guide you… to help you on your journey. I will send messengers to you periodically. They will say the simple phrase, “You two are the best looking couple.” When you hear those words, your hearts will hold on tight to each other. Listen to your hearts when things get difficult. Your love for each other is pure and you must remember that, always.”
Chamuel puts his finger back onto his lips, loudly inhales, and quickly moves his hand away from his face. Time starts back up and everyone moves as if nothing happened. Chamuel asks, “Are you from around here?
Cassandra glares at Christopher, “Yes, I live here. He did but had to move to California after the economy crashed.” She winks, “But he’s moving back here soon to be with me, right?” Christopher puts his arm around her, pulls her close, their bodies touch, and he kisses her lips, “Yes, I am… my little Honey Bunny Bear.” She frowns, “You better, my Lover Bear.”
Chamuel asks many questions. He knows their histories since birth, but is planting a seed in their heads. Every time they respond to a question, he replies with a story that puts him at the same place at the same time.
It’s getting late. Cassandra and Christopher need to go home. Chamuel walks with them and they continue to talk along the way. They notice that Chamuel limps with his right leg.
Cassandra asks, “Did you get into an accident?”
Chamuel giggles, “Sort of. I was flying and had a crash landing.”
Christopher’s forehead scrunches, “Wow! You are lucky to still be alive.”
Chamuel smiles, “That I am.”
They reach the large wrought iron entrance/exit gate to the English Village. Chamuel stops at the gate, “It’s been a real pleasure meeting you two.”
They reply, “It’s been a pleasure meeting you as well. We hope to see you down here again.”
Chamuel smiles, but has a serious expression on his face when he says, “Hold onto each other. Hold on tight and never let go.”
Cassandra replies with a smile, “We will.”
Chamuel turns around and walks back into the English Village. Cassandra gets excited and whispers to Christopher, “Look! Look what’s in his back pocket.”
Christopher sees it, “The flute.”
A few nights later, Christopher and Cassandra sit at the shoreline across from the English Village listening to the flute playing under the bridge. Around 11pm, they spot the short pudgy man with a limp moving down the boardwalk at a steady pace. They watch him, and then he disappears before the exit.
Cassandra, who is sensitive to the spirit world, says, “Do you think he’s an Angel? He never did tell us his name. I think he’s an Angel.”
Christopher’s eyebrows rise, “Could be.”
Over the course of the next two weeks when they return to the island at night, Christopher and Cassandra hear the flute playing under the bridge, and when it stops, they watch closely to see if they can catch him leaving. There is never anyone else in the English village at that hour and they never see anyone leave when the flute stops playing. This has their curiosity peaking.
The following night around 10pm, they are close to the bridge on the island. When they hear the flute, they rush to the top of the bridge and move quickly to get to the other side before the flute stops. Directly above where they flute is playing, they lean over the railing on the bride, but cannot see under it. The time is approaching 11pm when the music usually stops. There are staircases on both sides of the bridge.
Christopher says, “You go to the other side of the road and look over the railing. One of us should see him leave.”
“Okay,” says Cassandra. She kisses Christopher and rushes across the road. When she gets there, she leans over the rail. She shouts to Christopher, “I can’t see anyone from here either.”
Christopher shouts back, “When the music stops playing, do not take your eyes off the walkway.”
A few minutes later, the flute stops playing. Christopher and Cassandra lean over the railings and look for the flute player to walk out from underneath the bridge. Ten minutes pass and nothing. Cassandra looks at Christopher, raises her arms and shrugs her shoulders.
Christopher motions with his hand, “Keep your eyes focused down there. Go to the stairs and walk down them. I’ll go down this side. There is no way anyone can leave without one of us seeing them.”
They hurry and make their way down the staircases. They reach the bottom and meet under the bridge. There’s no one to be found.
Christopher shakes his head, “Where did he go?”
Cassandra smiles brightly. She’s excited, bouncing up and down, “I told you. I knew he is an Angel.”
The seed Chamuel planted blossomed. He wanted them to figure out on their own that he is an Angel. He wants them to realize that the forces of God are with them, and to take heed that they must remain together.
Chamuel is sitting on a bench under a burnt out lamppost. He smiles from watching Christopher and Cassandra from afar. However, his joy is short lived.
“Well, well, little brother,” Samael walks up from behind Chamuel. “You are quite the ‘Tricky-Dickey,’ aren’t you?”
For a brief moment, Chamuel’s joy is taken by the appearance of Samael, but then he smiles, “Yes, I am. You are not they only one that can play the game well. All’s fair in love and war, big brother, all’s fair in love and war.”
Samael puts his hand on Chamuel’s shoulder, “Touché, little brother. The game wouldn’t be any fun if it was easy to win.”
From the moment they met, the physical attraction between Christopher and Cassandra has been like a wildfire during a windstorm – unstoppable desire set ablaze with a burning passion hotter than the largest sun.
Entirely human, and far from sinless, Christopher and Cassandra’s physical attraction to each other lured them into having sex from the beginning. Their uncontrollable desire for each other is insatiable.
A few weeks later, shortly after midnight on a hot summer night, Christopher and Cassandra are relaxing in the lukewarm water off a sandy point on the island where the only light is from the moon. It’s a peaceful night. The air is still, and the moonlight illuminates the turquoise water.
Christopher and Cassandra embrace as they wade in the water up to their shoulders. They passionately kiss for many minutes. Christopher quickly becomes aroused; she tastes sweet, and her breath smells like cherries. The lukewarm water creates a slight chill in the air when their wet skin is exposed to it. They embrace tighter to feel the warmth of each other’s body. She too becomes aroused.
They stop kissing and silently look deep into each other’s eyes. After a few moments of silence, Cassandra smiles and she says in a soft voice, “I love you, Christopher. I have never felt love like this for anyone. I can’t stand to be apart from you for a single moment.”
Her words make Christopher extremely happy. Inside, he trembles. “I love you too, and I feel the same way. I feel as though I’ve been looking for you all my life. And for the first time, I feel at peace inside only when we are together.”
Cassandra grins largely, hugs him as tight as she can, and kisses his neck, she says, “God spoke to me this morning. He said you are my husband.”
Christopher smiles and giggles, “That would be awesome. I do want to marry you. I want to spend the rest of my life with you.”
Cassandra frowns. Christopher feels he said something wrong.
“You know,” says Cassandra, “Us having unwed sex is wrong in God’s eyes.
She feels his arousal dissipate.
“Oh, no, no,” she says quickly. “I have a solution for now.”
Christopher inquisitively asks, “What might that be?”
I don’t believe marriage is based on man’s law or a piece of paper. I feel that if we say our vows to each other and God, we would be married in his eyes. Look, back in ancient times, there were no marriage licenses or priest to perform a marriage. I do believe that if we include God and our vows are true to the heart, we are married, and then when we have sex, we will truly become one. Do you want to do it? Right here? Right now? Be my husband.”
Christopher hugs her tight with one arm as his other hand glides up her back and caresses her slender neck. “Yes,” he grins, “I would love nothing more than to become your husband.”
Cassandra takes a step backward. The cool sand underneath the water glides between her toes. She says, “Hold my hands.”
Their fingers intertwine. She says, “Let’s pray first.”
He grins. His bright white teeth shimmer in the moonlight and his eyes twinkle, “Okay, honey.”
They close their eyes and pray, “Father in Heaven. Hear our prayer. We love each other with our hearts and souls. We ask….”
In Heaven, Yahweh rushes to Sophia. Excited, he says to her, “It’s happening.”
Sophia stands up from her chair, “What’s happening, my Lord.”
“Christopher and Cassandra, they are getting ready to unite their hearts and souls. They are in the process of becoming one with each other.”
Sophia is delighted, “Yes!”
Yahweh says to her, “You must go now. Sanctify their union. Bind their souls together.”
Without a word spoken, Sophia transforms into a blue mist, leaves the palace, and instantly hovers over the water on Earth to engulf Christopher and Cassandra.
Chamuel, sitting under the bridge softy playing a tune that thousand of crickets join in and sing along, suddenly stops and removes the flute from his lips. He sees the faint blue mist hovering over the water. He whispers, “She’s here.”
“…that you bless us in holy matrimony. Amen.
Christopher and Cassandra’s eyes open. He gently squeezes her hands, and says, “I love you with all my heart and soul. On this day, I give you my heart for all of time. I promise that I will walk with you, hand in hand, where ever our journey leads us. Together, we will live, learn, and love forever. My heart is fragile, and I gladly give it to you to protect as I will protect yours. You fulfill all my hopes, dreams, and desires. You are everything and more than I could have imagined.”
A small tear forms in the corner of her eye and glides down her cheek. She says, “I told you once that I didn’t believe in soul mates. But as time went by, your love made me believe. You are my soul mate. You are my best friend and my one true love. I promise to take care of your heart and love you until I take my last breath. Wait, I take that back, I will love you for eternity – even in Heaven.
Unseen by the human eye, the faint blue mist surrounding them is absorbed into their bodies. Sophia enters their souls.
“I love you,” says Christopher. Cassandra beams with joy. Her thin, rose-colored lips quiver, “I love you, Christopher.”
They remove the few items of clothing they have on and toss them to the shore. Christopher puts his arms around her, lifts her off the sandy bottom, and cradles her against him. Slowly, they make love to each other. They have not felt this close or connected up to this point. They are cast into a realm of euphoria.
As Cassandra begins to climax, she releases her grasp on Christopher and her arms flail in the air. Her body wildly shifts from side to side. Her hands slam in and out of the water that splashes large droplets into the air. She begins shouting in tongues, “Adakie shimone’ le’pau inapra!” Her head thrust backward, and she lets out a loud moan.”
Inside their souls, Sophia gently clasps their hearts, she utters, “I, the goddess of all living and the Queen of Heaven, bind your souls together for all eternity. The Lord, Yahweh, instills upon you a Holy Union. You are now one, forever. There is nothing that can break your bond.”
Cassandra, flailing around, yells out, “Ohsimana tre’lee “
Nearing climax, Christopher’s eyes open wide as he watches Cassandra who appears possessed. It momentarily scares him, but the intense feeling of their deep connection and bodily contact united as one, quickly overrides any other feeling. There are in the midst of an irrevocable soul transfer and their two bodies becoming one.
Cassandra loudly moans as all the air is forced out of her lungs, “Ohhhhhhh……”
Simultaneously, their bodies clench up, and Christopher’s face scrunches as he groans.
Cassandra’s body goes limp. She puts her arms around his neck and rests her head on his shoulder. For several minutes, feeling weightless in the water, they embrace each other tightly. Their bodies pressed together, they feel each other’s hearts rapidly pound hard and listen each other as they breathe erratically.
Cassandra whispers into Christopher’s ear, “I love you, Christopher, my husband.”
Christopher, still trying to calm his heavy breathing, kisses the top of her head. He smiles, “I love you too, my wife.”
TO BE CONTINUED