The First Chronicles of the

Children of Destiny

The Cherubim Sandra

“Dreams”

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Chapter One

‘Living in the Realm of Eternity again, after her long sojourn on earth, was a period of bliss in its initial years for the Cherubim Sandra. She had resumed working with Ambriel from time to time, but had gradually travelled outwards to the new outer disc, further out than Terraphora, the new disc of Mitraphora. Mitraphora was the third outwards expansion of the Realm of Eternity, after Zaphora and Terraphora. It was the same width as from Zaphon to the edge of Terraphora, meaning the Realm had doubled again in width. But, of course, circling all around Terraphora the amount of land had grown voluminously. And now the new Ketravim were finding home in the new disc of Mitraphora. The firstborn of the Ketravim was Rachael, who had been the wife of Samael of Infinity on Earth. For a while she had lived on human planets, but had now taken up her destiny and resided in Mitraphora in one of the capitals of the Realm. Since the firstborn Rachael had come the secondborn, Lucy Bridges, and then an alarming rush following that. Now, all told, there were around 17 million Ketravim who now resided in Mitraphora. Sandra wondered if there numbers would be one day completed but, seeing the fact that they had recently been developing procreative abilities and having children – something which just started happening, supposedly as part of their gradual development, Michael had announced that the offspring of the Ketravim had, unsurprisingly, a particular name. And that was the ‘Saruvim’, which meant the seventh group of angels. And now, just announced by Michael, the new disc of Pelphora was soon to come to be which would house the Saruvim. And no sooner had Michael announced Pelphora that three days later Ambriel displayed on his internet message board, after a quiet conversation with God, the next 7 discs, each of increasing size. For after Pelphora would come, Brephora, Romnaphora and Kalphora, completing the 7. Then four more discs, Dalnaphora, Bethlephora, Nazraphora and Glimmerphora. And Ambriel, not too subtley, let it slip that like humanity the angels could generally expect the discs to go on expanding on a permanent basis. He also let something go by which pleased many of the angels. Like the abilities to procreate which the Ketravim now had obtained, gradually the earlier angels, as angels, would be endowed with this ability as well. It was simply a matter of time.

Living in Mitraphora, Sandra was now occasionally visited by her twin Samael of the Cherubim who occasionally made the trip from the edge of Terraphora to see her. She had grown gradually closer to Samael, never really having been that close to him in his younger years. But, like many, she craved a relationship with her twin now.

And now, having decided to go on a holiday to a human planet, Sandra had suggested they visit Televon for her to see an old friend who she had known from earth. A certain Daniel Daly who had been a friend of Callodyn Bradlock’s and who had met Sandra and developed an email friendship with. Sandra suspected that Daniel seemed to be one of the Ketravim, just blooming late. He was unlike most humans in the way he more strongly related to angelic beings, but still she couldn’t be sure. So she would go and visit Daniel to catch up and see what was happening in the life of her friend. Like Daniel Sandra had been a Noahide on earth, one of few. Daniel had been a big comic guru and Sandra had worked in one of Callodyn Bradlock’s comic stores. They had discussed comics from time to time and from what she had learned of Daniel from the letters he occasionally sent her he wrote some comics for a small comic company he had been putting together. He was still not very good at the artwork, but wrote well, from what he had said.

So, Samael in tow, Sandra headed to a gate one fine afternoon, her credit vouchers for 200,000 standard universal credits in her handbag, and made the trip to Televon.

Chapter Two

‘So what are your dreams, Daniel? What are your dreams? Do you want to marry, to make a name for yourself, to see the universe and all its enchantments? To build an eternal legacy?’ Daniel Daly, sitting at the dinner table, sharing a meal with Sandra and Samael, thought that over. ‘You know, Sandy. I have had my full of dreams, in a way. Building Haven Noahide Fellowship had been a big deal for a while. A very big deal. Being the founder for what then was a brand new Noahide world had meant a huge amount. But the work has been done now. And Haven continues to slowly grow universally. I mean, it really is like Jesus said. Like what he taught his apostles without holding anything back.’ ‘And what is that?’ asked Sandra interested. ‘Sow the seed. Sow the word of God. But, like Jesus did, to really become famous in the end, if that is what your innermost heart really desires, leave a legacy of being a child of God. And in a way that is what Haven was all about.’ ‘What do you mean exactly?’ asked Sandra, most curious. ‘Well, of course it was all about the Noahide faith. When I left the church I had been a strong evangelist and wanted to continue to spread God’s word. Being Jewish didn’t seem that appealing and didn’t really seem the kind of religion you could evangelise to the man in the street. But Noahide faith looked practical and had its appeal. Telling people that they already were Noahides seemed quite feasible. And it slowly took off and now, today, I have a still growing legacy. Even now people occasionally come to seek me out as the founder of Haven just to meet me and gain my perspective on things. And I guess that is what I wanted. Somehow, seeing what Jesus did to build the church seemed like the obvious way to also proceed. Spread the word and build an assembly. And even the Jews say Abraham initially did similar things.’ Sandra nodded, gaining somewhat more of an understanding into the life of Daniel. ‘And is that what you really want, then? An enduring legacy?’ ‘Doesn’t everyone?’ She looked at him, considering that, and took another bite of toast. Samael spoke up. ‘You might not know, but I am yet to go down and taste my time on earth. But father tells me it will be soon. But what you speak of, building a legacy, it sounds very interesting.’ ‘It is mostly for the sake of a neverending list of friends and people to do things with,’ replied Daniel. ‘I mean, God knows we all need friendships. All of us need that. And some crave it more than others. But some of us even want a bit of fame as well as friendships. And perhaps God likes to answer the desires of our hearts. Perhaps that is all it is.’ Sandra nodded. That much seemed understandable at least. ‘Well, how many visitors do you get then?’ ‘Oh, a few. Really, I usually tell people I am not available but, if they want, I can put them on a waiting list to see them. But I tell them it could take a while.’ Sandra smiled. ‘Jesus has that problem. Apparently you have to wait millions of years these days just to spend an afternoon with him.’ Daniel laughed. ‘You know, I think that problem is only going to get worse and worse. Perhaps inevitably so for that character.’ Sandra and Samael both smiled at that point. ‘You could be right,’ said Sandra.

The three of them chatted on for a few hours that morning before Daniel said he had an appointment and would see them again later on in the day. Sitting there with Samael, watching some Televeran television, she thought on some of the things Daniel had said. Certainly she understood the desire for fame. Perhaps that was just a human instinct in some ways. But it was a most different way to go about it, building a religious assembly. But perhaps that was just Daniel. And perhaps it was just the kind of people he wanted to attract to himself. Perhaps that was just all it was.

Chapter Three

Well, what dreams did she have? What dreams did Sandra of the Cherubim really have? She was back home in Mitraphora, at work, thinking that over. Certainly, like the Seraphim, being the 29^th born of the Cherubim, next in rank after the 70 Seraphim, meant that she likewise had a fair degree of universal fame. A lot of humans out in that universe knew of her – knew who she was. She knew that, in truth, she was quite famous. But they were rarely allowed to visit the Realm of Eternity and usually they wanted to meet Ambriel or Michael or some other elder of the community. But she knew she had fame, especially in the way she was treated by many Televeran’s, who had known who she was. Her face, it appeared, was quite well known out there. Out there beyond the comfortable shell of the Realm of Eternity. It was surprising, really, and made Sandra think this. What should she do? What should she do with the opportunities available to her with her fame? What dreams should she let come to life? It was a most interesting question. After thinking this for a number of weeks she decided to go visit Ambriel to see if he might have something useful to say. Fortunately she would probably not have too much difficulty meeting him when she wanted. She knew, like Jesus, he gave a few days over to his appointments, or waiting lists for want of a better word. But after that they had all the time with their own regular families. And Sandra was very important to Ambriel, so he continued to tell her.

‘Dreams. I think, Sandy, it is not so much what we can dream for ourselves, but that which the infinite one can dream for us. If you place your heart and trust into the goodness of God he can give you dreams beyond even your wildest. If you will only trust in his unlimited grace, that is.’ Sandra nodded. As ever Ambriel had glorified God and given her the insight she knew she needed. ‘And how do we find these dreams, Ambriel?’ ‘Let them find you. They will, in time. It is true for every soul ever born and every soul to ever be born. They find their dreams when they need to. It is just a matter of time.’ Again she nodded. It was as if this was wisdom – eternal wisdom – wisdom from a soul who had given long contemplation to such subjects. She thanked him and the finished their lunch before Ambriel excused himself.

On the trip back to her home in Mitraphora Sandra gave much thought to Ambriel’s words. Perhaps she just needed to wait. To just wait and let her dreams happen when they should. But how would she know when a dream came along. And what if she missed her opportunities. Still, she had to trust. She knew Ambriel was right. She had to trust and assume, when things fell into place, her dreams would sneak up on her and tell of the glory she perhaps wanted.

Chapter Four

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She looked at the script. It seemed easy enough, memorising these words. Perhaps she should indeed take the part. Perhaps she should. Really, it had been a surprise. A community from Televon had written to her asking if she would like to take part in a movie about some of the angels. The angels were very difficult to reach, but they were loved. And Televere had written to a number of Seraphim and Cherubim asking if they were interested. She eventually found out, a few weeks later, that about 20 Seraphim and 10 Cherubim had been asked if they would like to star in the movie. It appeared she had been one of the lucky Cherubim. And so, deciding that this might be just the opportunity she had been waiting for, Sandra accepted the part. What it would bring only God knew, but it was something. A start, perhaps. A start at the glory she had felt she wanted. And thinking of what dreams could come, Sandra was a happy little angel of God. A happy little star.

THE END