The First
Chronicles of
the
Children of
Destiny
“Home & Heaven”
‘In The
Beginning’
by Daniel Thomas
Andrew Daly
©
2009 Noahide Books
Prologue
Beginnings and Endings.
Endings and Beginnings. And in
between perhaps infinity and eternity.
In his plans God had thought through much of what would take place within
the realms which would come to be known as the Realms of Infinity and the
Realms of Eternity. But prior to their
advent, would come his own special home – his private and personal domain – a
place he would share only with the 3 firstborn of all the Children of God –
Metatron, Logos and Memra. And that
private special dwelling place would simply be called ‘Home’.
And then the children of God and the very first of the four Realms
– the Realm of Heaven. God planned 70
children. 70 only who would be his
firstborn children – no more – no less.
The 70 children he had in mind were 35 boys and 35 girls. They would have a destiny, of course, but
they would not have a destiny. His own
children would decide, after they had learned their life lessons, their future
and fate for themselves.
The rest of his offspring, he would never grant that right in
full. He would never allow his other
children to be lost to him through their own choices – he simply would not
allow that. That decision had become
immutable in his mind – eternally unchangeable.
But his own children, them he would teach and allow – in the
fullness of time – the right and ability to craft their own destiny. That much he would allow those who had been
last in planning, but were to be first in origin.
And so would come ‘Home’, followed by the four Realms of ‘Heaven,
Infinity, Eternity and Paradise’. And
thus God took to the work of the eternal – the work of life and love.
HOME
‘You are Metatron, my Firstborn
child. And I love you.’ Metatron nodded, having just been animated to
life by the eternal spirit of God. He
rose up from were he was laying and looked around. There were structures, which God shortly told
him were buildings. One main farmhouse,
were they would live. A barn out the
back, were cows gave milk. And a shed
over to the side were chickens gave eggs.
And then fields for a few hundred metres filled with crops before
disappearing into an eternal void – that void a cascade of wavering lights,
almost like an eternal aurora.
‘Where are we?’ he asked, with the
intuitive voice given to him.
‘We are Home,’ replied God.
For a year they ate, drank and
slept. And God introduced Metatron to
chess, which they played avidly. He
liked beer, did Metatron. He liked it a
lot, and got drunk often, much to God his Father’s annoyance. But God relented, acknowledging that in the
end such stuff had been created for that purpose.
And then came Logos and Memra shortly
afterwards. And Metatron had a family.
And then later, in discussion, ‘Yes,
there will be 70 of them. No, we will
not meet them. Not initially. But you can watch them through the portal I
will place in the living room. But it is
only the beginning, children. Only the
beginning.’
Heaven
‘Lucy.’ ‘Yes Enrique.’ ‘Do you love me, Lucy? Do you love me?’ Lucy, child of God, sitting in her abode in
Azaphon, the Diamond city, considered her brother Enrique’s question. Enrique was, in a sense, Lucy’s personal
brother. A brother in rank of birth the
same number as Lucy in order, that being the 35th and last of the
children of heaven. In overall order of
birth amongst God’s 70 children, Enrique was 65th and herself Lucy
was last of all, 70th. Of
course, she loved him dearly, and told him that often, as she did all her
brethren. Yet, in listening carefully
and sensitively to Enrique’s question, Lucy sensed something in the tone, in
the intent of the question that searched for an answer unlike the standard ‘of
course I love you.’ She looked straight
at him. ‘You are a dork, Enrique. Don’t be so dramatic. Just like dreamlord Daniel – always so
dramatic.’
‘Come now, sister. I am far
from the likes of Dream. A most
obsessive personality, that one. Yet he,
like us all, does have his charms.’
‘Yes, he does at that. I
feel it in the dreams he sends me each night.
In the subtleties of love and friendship he graces me with from my dream
brethren and, of course, those other faces we all know so well now – yet who do
not, seemingly, exist. Tell me, Enrique,
do you share the common view? That these
people we see are other brethren? Others
which God does not share with us? From
another realm? Another place? Another dreaming world of love?’
‘Who knows, Lucy. Who
knows. I see them in my dreams, like you
do. Some faces familiar now. As if I had known them, yet never met them of
course.’
‘Perhaps they are people yet to be, brother. Perhaps they are people yet to be.’
‘Or maybe products of Dreams overly fertile imagination.’
‘Yes, it could be that Enrique.
It could just be that.’
Enrique, lying on the end of Lucy’s bed, playing with a small paper
umbrella, looked at his sister, who was at the front of her large grand bed,
reading one of the texts Adam, firstborn, had written. ‘Tell me, Lucy. Have you yet decided on the role you
desire? The choice of life calling that
Father has beckoned each of us to choose and pursue. I have, I think, settled on the dramatic
qualities in life. Singing and writing
song. And also dramatic deeds. The role of the ‘entertainer’ seems, for me,
a role most entertaining and worth pursuing.’
Lucy, twirling her raven black hair between her fingers, closed the text
Adam had written and thought on her response to her brother. Father, God, had given each of them a list of
70 roles. 70 key roles which, so he
claimed, would shape their eternal lives.
Yet he had left it to each child to pick and choose the role they
desired for themselves. Adam had chosen
author. To write books, perhaps
neverendingly so, on all sorts of strange and delightful events and
happenings. Daniel had chosen the role
of dreamlord. Another role, one both
Daniel and Lucy had considered but had finally left to another sister, was that
of ‘Death’. Death dressed in black, and
wore dark mascara. The roles purpose, so
God had said, was to bring final and ultimate resolution to things. Yet, one day, in ways which, so he said,
would shock all the children of heaven.
Lucy, after much consideration, had finally chosen the role of
‘Witch’ in which to satisfy her life’s passions. The ‘Witch’ role, seemingly, had so much
promise and potential. God’s promise
that he would allow the role of witch to engage in what he called ‘magic’ – the
manipulation of spiritual energy for various affects – seemed so enticing,
ultimately, to Lucy that she simply could not forego the role. As strange as it may seem, it seemed her life
calling.
‘I will be the wicked witch of Azaphon, dear brother. Best beware my might and power.’ Enrique laughed at Lucy’s joke. ‘So the witch role. I had thought that Jezebel or Delilah, as
befits their nature, may have chosen such a role. Have you already claimed it from Father.’
‘Yes. Two months ago.’
‘Two months? So long. And you had not told me yet?’
‘Don’t sound to disappointed, brother. I haven’t told anyone else. It has taken me all year to finally choose
the role, and I was not sure if it would be taken or not. But fortunately I am the lucky one. So do not be surprised if it takes me a while
to likewise share this news.’
‘Most unlike you, sis. You
are usually forthright and quick to share things. You have been all your life.’ Lucy placed the text of her brother Adam on
the drawers beside her bed, and picked up the apple she had been eating and
gave it a bite. Chewing on it, she
thought on her response to her brother.
‘Yeah. I guess that is true,
Rique. But I want to, in a strange way,
bring an aura of mystery to the witch role.
Something like the ‘death’ role in its possibilities, yet something
different as well. It was why I waited
to share the news’
‘The witch seems like Samael’s Devil, perhaps?’ suggested
Enrique. Lucy thought on that comment
and saw the connection. The Devil role
her brother Samael, secondborn of the children of heaven, had taken seemed
perhaps, like the role of ‘Death’ and ‘The Witch’, linked to the mysterious,
the unknown. To those things hidden and
away from them. Almost, as it were,
draped in darkness.
‘Yes, I think so Enrique.
Yes, I do think so indeed.
Similar textures. Similar roles
which each have much promise.’
‘I think, sister. Like the
entertainer, my own role, each will entertain us for many years to come. Perhaps eternally so.’ Lucy looked at him, and slowly nodded. ‘Yes, perhaps, dear brother. Perhaps.’
* *
* * *
Michael, third-born of the children of heaven sat with Jesus
eleventh-born of the males and 21st in rank of all the
children. They had finally chosen their
roles. Michael had chosen the role of
‘Archangel’. It was a role of spiritual
ministry, responsible for nurturing and encouraging his brethren. Being dressed with wings, dressed in bright
white, and wearing a garland called a ‘halo’ around the head. Jesus had chosen the role of ‘preacher’. His responsibility was to take the lessons of
life which their eternal father had taught them, also lessons from the ‘Author’
role found in Adam, and the yet unclaimed ‘Scholar’ role. Each child of God seemed pleased and happy
with the role they had chosen. And in
that happiness they sat in Jesus abode in Azaphon, dreaming up destinies for
themselves. ‘Of course, Michael, the
destiny role, for whoever finally chooses it, may decide everything for
us. We may make our plans and choose our
fates, yet I think destiny will ultimately have its say.’ Michael nodded, understanding the truth Jesus
expounded to himself. ‘Well, perhaps we
should make close friends with whoever finally chooses the destiny role.’ ‘Yes, that would be wise Michael. Perhaps indeed we should.
* *
* * *
Eve, firstborn of the females of heaven, eleventh in overall
ranking, finally settled on her choice.
In the end, it seemed, there could be no other role than that of
‘Destiny’ for the firstborn female child of God to partake of. If Adam thought things up and wrote about
them – if he created new ideas – if he conjured up in the imaginations of the
heart new fantasies to entertain the children of heaven, then Eve would choose
the role in reality which could shape the lives of her brethren, perhaps
inspired by those very tales of Adam, the Author, to take their lives and make,
in a way, a living story for them. A
destiny, a saga, a fate, which would give life, love and other mysteries to the
souls of the eternal children of heaven.
* *
* * *
‘Come Elf, let us hunt.’ The
proud ‘Warrior’ Paul, fifth-born of the Children of Heaven spoke to Christie
the ‘Elf’, eighteenth-born of the Children of Heaven. Christie had chosen the role of the ‘Elf’,
whereas Paul had chosen the role of the ‘Warrior’. And, presently, both of them were hunting
Saul the ‘Mercenary’ and Tammy the ‘Gypsy’, in a game the four of them had
devised – a merry chase around the Realm to see who could first tag the others
without being seen and thus claim victory.
The Realm of Heaven was alike the very first of the Realms of God,
‘Home’, were Metatron, Logos and Memra resided, in many ways – yet altogether a
much greater and grander enlargement of ‘home’ to house not just the 3 divine
ones, yet the 70 children of Heaven. The
Realm of Heaven was located directly below ‘Home’, many cubits downwards. It was spread out on a grassy plain, with
various hills and ponds, the main towers and buildings in the centre of the
Realm. Around the ‘Rim’ of the Realm ran
a solid stone wall which the Father had put in place with the creation of the
Realm. In the centre were around 20 to
30 main buildings of various types which suited the purposes of the Children of
Heaven – both for living, food, cleanliness and entertainment.
Right in the centre of the Realm stood the ‘Tower of God’, a tower
of many cubits high, watching, as it were, over the Realm and the affairs of
God’s children. The Tower was a solid
stone brick pinnacle, which the children climbed from time to time to gain the
view from its uppermost tower.
Presently Paul the Warrior and Christie the Elf were descending
that tower, having counted to the mandatory 1,000 before being allowed to chase
down their adversaries in the game of ‘Tag’ they had invented.
‘Were
fore art thou, proud mercenary – were fore art thou?’ Paul the warrior spoke, carefully and
quietly, with Christie in tow, coming to the corner of a building and peering
cautiously around it to see if they could spot their foe. ‘Dare I say it,’ began Christie the elf
cautiously, attired in green, with a pointed red and green cap with a small
bell attached at its end. ‘Dare I say
it, brave warrior, but they won’t be stupid enough to hide in plain sight.’
Paul
considered those words, carefully, but not to carefully, as befitted one of the
less intellectual of the children of heaven.
‘Why
speaketh as such? Saul our Mercenary
opponent is infamous for his stupidity in bravery. As we all know he comes forth, knowing no
fear, confronting all who would oppose him.
Hast thou not forgotten our recent celebration when he was courting his
fair twin Tammy and, in the process of attempting to present her gift, he
cometh down the curtain from aside our grand hall’s top entrance only to have
his slacks catch on the curtain hooks and tumble down before her butt naked. Nay, I tell you. He is not one to be feared, our mercenary
opponent. He is a silly duffer, obvious
to all.’
Christie
the elf grinned, fondly remembering the said adventure, and Saul’s gross
embarrassment at having his privates paraded in front of the whole clan.
‘Yet,
dare I say it brave warrior,’ began Christie in response,’ that our foolhardy
mercenary foe has, perchance, learned from his mistakes and will not so be
easily caught again.’
‘Bah. The man’s a fool. He will be in plain sight, bravely yet foolishly
challenging all who would oppose him.’
Paul
peered again around the corner, spying nobody present, and signalled for
Christie to follow him cautiously.
‘Lead on
brave fool,’ said Christie lovingly, yet slightly mockingly.
* *
* * *
‘Deborah,
Deborah, Deborah. Poor, poor
Deborah. Our poor dear dinosaur. I full well know you have always questioned
Father’s eternal wisdom in the granting of your substantial girth, but feel not
ashamed at my, dare I say it, brilliant painting of such a beautiful dinosaur.’
Deborah,
the largest of the children of heaven, looked at the painting her older brother
Samael, the Devil, had painted, of a rather fierce looking lizard-like creature
of rather gross proportions. Her twin
brother Matthew, the new artist, gazed at Samael’s painting of Deborah the
Dinosaur, and crossing the art-room, picked up a canvas he had likewise painted
of Deborah the Dinosaur, however being a lovely picture of Deborah herself,
with the subtitle of ‘Deborah the Dinosaur’ on the bottom rung of its frame.
Deborah
finally, after due embarrassment at Samael’s picture, bravely spoke of
Matthew’s. ‘It appears, Devil, that my
dear artist brother Matthew is far more the gentleman and has portrayed myself
in a far grander glory, as doth befit a child of heaven.’
Samael
looked carefully at Matthews’s latest masterpiece of his twin sister, yet
persisted in praising his own. ‘But, can
you not see dear sister, what such large teeth you have,’ he said pointing to
the dinosaur’s teeth. ‘Why, they are
certainly ample to chew all that lovely food you consume at mealtime.’ Deborah blushed, embarrassed.
‘Oh, you
are sweet,’ chided Matthew at his older brother.
‘What
can I say, dear artist of grandeur – the devil befits me in every perfect way
imaginable. It is the role I was born
for, and I delight in it.’
‘That’s
the truth,’ said Deborah, the subtlest of grudges in her voice apparent.
‘Oh,
dear sister. Fret not. Matthew loves you after all. Fret not – dear sister.’
‘Shaddup,’
said Deborah, annoyed at his sarcasm.
‘Oh,
dear sister,’ chided Samael the Devil once more.
* *
* * *
Adam sat
contemplating the roles his brothers and sisters had now all chosen. In the last few days there had been a rush to
choose the final roles available, and now nearly all 70 had been chosen. The choices for everyone who had chosen so
far were:
Adam –
the Author
Eve –
Destiny
Samael –
the Devil
Aphrayel
– Death
Michael
– the Archangel
Elenniel
– the Sculptor
Seth –
the Chef
Noah –
the Builder
Titea –
the Mistress
Abraham
– God
Sarah –
the Princess
Isaac –
the Lawyer
Rebecca
– the Saint
Ishmael
– the Wildman
Naamah –
the Virtuous
Jacob –
the Trickster
Rachel –
the Maiden
Joseph –
the Deputy
Asenath
– the Model
Moses –
the Lawgiver
Zipporah
– the Collector
Aaron –
the Priest
Natalie
– the Scholar
Joshua –
the Adventurer
Jenny –
the Tailor
Barak –
the Barbarian
Deborah
– the Dinosaur
Samson –
the Titan
Delilah
– the Seductress
Boaz –
the Librarian
Ruth –
the Servant
Samuel –
the Elder
Sophia –
the Philosopher
Saul –
the Mercenary
Tammy –
the Gypsy
David –
the King
Bathseeba – the Queen
Isaiah –
the Prophet
Zelophadel
– the Oracle
Daniel –
the Dream lord
Ariel –
the Lioness
Ezekiel
– the Cunning
Esther –
the Enchantress
Malachi
– the Magnificent
Melanie
– the Wise
Jesus –
the Preacher
Mary –
Gaia
Matthew
– the Artist
Magenta
– the Musician
Peter –
the Rock
Fiona –
the Harlequinn
Andrew –
the Athlete
Paul –
the Warrior
Christie
– the Elf
John –
the Seer of Visions
Joanne –
the Comedian
James –
War
Enrique –
the Entertainer
Lucy –
the Witch
* *
* * *
In the
still of night, a dream came to Eve, Destiny herself. A dream of hope – a dream of inspiration – a
dream of life. In this dream, not
unfamiliar to those encountered by others of her brothers and sisters, Eve met
with the OTHER children of God. Other
children who yet were not – perhaps in idea they existed – yet begotten from
God they seemed not to be. And upon
waking, Eve conceived a plan – a plan to speak with God about bringing forth
other children, alike those born in her dreams.
And she had a name for them – ‘Angels’.
They were to be special children of God – born with wings, as she had
seen in her dreams. And she would ask
her eternal father to bring them forth.
To bring forth the new life of the children of God.
* *
* * *
Eve
stood in the centre of the new realm.
The new realm which her eternal father had created, to be known as the
‘Realm of Infinity’. Logos had been
instrumental in the creation of this realm – a realm created further down below
than the just created Platinum city of ‘Kalon’ which was to be Logos private
domain. When God had agreed to Eve’s
request to bring forth the Angelic host, he had placed Logos in charge of the
project, and had brought into being Logos’ primary seat of operations for the
creation of the new realm, ‘Kalon’ the Platinum city. And now, just brought into being that very
night before, she stood upon the new realm of Infinity, right in the centre, were
was to be built ‘Azaphon’ the Golden city.
* *
* * *
‘Phanuel. That is a nice name,’ began Lucy. Enrique looked at her, slightly amused. ‘Another one, huh?’ ‘Well I have to compete with the Author and
Destiny some way. They have named so
many of the future children anyway.’ Enrique
thought on the name Phanuel and, in the end, decided he liked that new name
also. ‘And what rank of birth shall he
be amongst the eternal children?’
‘Sixth. He shall be sixth. Sixth-born of the Seraphim of Infinity, the
fourth group of seven Angels.’ Enrique
nodded, taking in that news. Lucy looked
at him sternly. ‘Don’t you think you
should contribute a name or two dear brother?’
Enrique took a sip of juice from his glass before responding. ‘Oh, so many of them have been named already,
and there are only meant to be 70. So
not now. I know that eventually that
number is meant to increase, so maybe then.
But I don’t think I will worry about it for now. Let you and Destiny have your fun.’
‘Fair
enough,’ said Eve, going back to her naming game.
* *
* * *
‘Yes,
lord of evil. I will serve you.’ The grand devil, up on the stage with the
father of eternity watching on, spoke his next line in
the play in response to his sister’s deaths words. ‘Then we shall go forth and conquer.’
The play
in which all the 70 children of heaven performing in their roles for their
heavenly father progressed for the next 3 hours. God was recording the play so they would all
see it on the screen later on. The play
involved the Devil and Death forming an agreement to destroy all the children
of heaven. Abraham as God would oppose
them and sent in the Preacher Jesus to preach holiness. The devil then attempted to tempt all the
children of heaven and lead them astray.
Eventually goodness triumphed in the play and the devil had to repent of
all his sins and evil, much to everyone’s delight. It was a grand and great play and all the
children of heaven watched intently later on that night their performance.
* *
* * *
Samael,
the Devil, contemplated his role. The
play they had recently been involved in to try out their roles had been, in
truth, inspiring. When he had watched it
on the ‘Screen’, he had been amazed out how each of the children had shone in
their roles. Each of them had impressed
him, remarkably so. It would be a play
he would watch again and again as the years passed by. Yet, now that he was fully aware from father
that such roles were to play a key part in the eternal destiny of life before
them, Samael contemplated the possibilities in such a role. After the play, with Father’s announcement of
the future realms, Samael had begun contemplating the influence he could bring
amongst the future children of Paradise, Infinity and Eternity. And, finally, in the time of manifestation,
such influence he could bring amongst the children of mankind. The possibilities, seemingly, were endless.
* *
* * *
Unfortunately
what had only been fantasy became somewhat of reality. Samael, as he had begun with Deborah,
continued on his merry way of causing havoc for the children of heaven. And then one grand day Abraham announced the
news to the children that father had planned another realm. A realm in which many ‘Angels’
would come to be born. The Realm of Infinity.
And when Abraham overheard Samael speaking of the delight he could have
in leading angels astray, Abraham new the role of the devil had gone to Samael’s
head. And so sitting quietly, talking
with Michael the Archangel and Jesus the preacher, the planned. The planned something special and arranging
it with Destiny and the Author, they presented the ‘Contract’ to Samael.
* *
* * *
Naturally
he had signed. It presented him with
opportunities, great opportunities, and how bad could it be if he lost
anyway. The contract with the children
of heaven had been this: Lucy the witch
was the key to the contract. In the
plans of Destiny for the future realms, one key Angel, the dread Saruviel,
would have to be dealt with in a particular way. And on the day in which Lucy chose the fate
for Saruviel, that fate would determine Samael’s own fate. And Samael, honestly, felt he could not
lose. For if Lucy
chose to vanquish Saruviel, Samael would win. And if Lucy chose to succumb to Saruviel and
the darkness, again Samael would win.
But there was one choice the children of heaven had said that, if Lucy
made this choice, this strange and mysterious choice, then Samael would serve
the children of heaven instead for the one billion years in repentance and
servitude. Hell, he had to take the
risk, and so he did. And looking forward
to the newly anticipated ‘Realm of Infinity’ Samael, the Devil, the child of
heaven, made his plans.
Epilogue
At Home
God sat out in a field, staring at the neverending aurora display at the edge
of Home. It never ceased to fascinate
him, the eternal display he had set up.
God thought, then, of Samael. He
thought on this particular child of his and grinned slightly. Samael would certainly have his say. And, inevitably, Destiny would lead them
onwards. The Author would chronicle out
the events as best he could until, on that fateful day, the witch herself would
choose. And then new life beckoned for
all the children of destiny.
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