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The Universes of God
The Chronicles of the Angels
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The books of Adam and Eve, The lost books of the bible, The Talmud, and the Apocrypha,
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This novel is dedicated to
Paulette Marie Colman
A WORD FROM THE AUTHOR
If you've known since you were a child there was more to God’s word than you have been taught, then this book is for you.
This novel is the first of three planned books to take the reader from the beginnings to the end, from the Great Creation to the real antichrist - through the millennium to the third and final Universe of God. The Chronicles of the Angels unravels the tragic story of the civilization called Heaven and its societal upheavals billions of years before the dawn of man, and continues. If you know the beginnings, functional understanding of the total Word of God will develop almost without effort. It’ll be as easy as drinking water.
This extraordinary epic is the greatest story ever told; it will either make you rejoice, prick your conscience, or offend you deeply. The truth does that and I make no apology. There is obviously poetic license in any fictional story, but the precepts and events are based on biblical, apocryphal, and historical truths the religious establishment has suppressed for hundreds of years: the history, motivations, rationale, and the emotions of God.
My goal is to present God’s story in a compelling venue, full of interesting characters so anyone can understand the beginning and experience the emotions of our Creator. My wish is to drive you deeper into God’s word and present the truth of the antiquity of mankind, and the nature of all creation.
The religious and secular systems in tandem have suppressed the simplicity of God’s Word. The truths of God and antiquity are intentionally muddied making it almost impossible to ask intelligent questions and get intelligent answers. There is infinitely more to God’s Word than getting to Heaven, practicing church traditions, having blind faith, being baptized, and loving Jesus.
Think for yourself. Sharp and discerning minds have always been the enemy – blind religious conformity and consensus is the mandatory dogma trumpeted by the new Pharisees – nothing has changed.
You will finally learn why you were born, and you’re more than you have ever thought, older than the galaxies, and more precious individually than all the living things of the earth combined. And more importantly, there is a powerful someone out there that loves you endlessly.
1st Corinthians 1:26-29:
God has chosen the foolish things of the world to confound the wise…the weak things… to confound the things, which are mighty;…and things that are despised, hath God chosen…
Chapter 1
To everything there is a season, and a time to every purpose under the heaven.
A small silver craft skimmed across a spectacular blue sunset above a windswept frozen lake on an unnamed ice planet. The mirrored surface reflected the wake of snow bellowing furiously behind it. The craft stopped suddenly, instantly, and silently. Red and blue exterior neon lights blinked stoically in the utter desolation and peered brightly through the blinding whiteness. An electron probe scanned deep, past the snow, past the ice, deep into the liquid silt of the lake's bed. Within the silt, a small, transparent insect-like creature burrowed deeper, almost as if it knew something was wrong. But there was no escape. Instantly it was extracted as the silt filled the void of where it once existed.
"Finally, this is the last one."
Mariah did not move his mouth because it was unnecessary. His thoughts crossed light eons instantly, without effort, communicating with thousands if necessary. Though alone, he was never alone for he was always connected to The One and part of the whole. Mariah was immortal, billions of years old, never sleeping, humanoid, and possessed an intellect thousands of times greater than the human brain.
However, there still remained countless mysteries. He did not know how many galaxies existed, the true expanse of the universes, or even what was out there. He struggled with the concept of universal infinity within the finite universes. After traveling them billions of years, his kind had not even scratched the surface of the known universe.
"Good, get the male and you're out of there."
"Okay, but you're preaching to the Melders. You don't have to tell me twice," Mariah communicated. He paused for a moment, chuckled, and continued, "It'll be good to see you again."
Mariah turned towards the transparent pulsating creature suspended within the force field. He looked at it curiously for a very long moment, drinking in its structure and physiology as he deftly transported it into a stasis vial.
The creature extracted energy from the cold; it was a living heat pump. It had no mouth or digestive system. It was undoubtedly a worthy life form. The biocomputer continued to scan the specimen, downloading structural, chemical information, and environmental needs into a huge database for later analysis and comparison. Four hundred thousand stasis vials were aboard Mariah's craft. It was impossible to categorize every life form in the universes; there were just too many.
"Make sure you get back in time for The Gathering," Allayah said laughing. "Don't be late like the last time."
Mariah smiled. "After hearing your mouth for four long cycles, you can bet it'll never happen again."
The dispatcher paused, changed gears, and communicated softly, "Mariah, something is wrong. Probably this is not the time, but do you sense something different in the Continuum?"
"No, that doesn't make any sense. What are you trying to say?" Mariah received an accidental unknown emotion transmitted, but before it could be analyzed, it vanished leaving no residue. Yet, he felt a lingering strangeness. Allayah's mind was powerfully shielded and large parts were completely inaccessible.
"We'll talk about this when I see you Allayah." Some things are better discussed in person, no matter what powers one may possess.
Mariah activated the scanner to search for the male. He understood the concept of gender with clarity; however, within the numbers of life there were no women or reproduction. The population of the numbers of life remained eternally constant and unchanging.
Nothing could be wrong. It is impossible, Mariah thought. There has never been anything wrong.
As the probe reactivated, he struggled not to be distracted. Nevertheless, the alien thoughts still flooded into his mind. He ruminated about what Allayah inferred, about the changes in the Continuum, the strangeness, the unknown indefinable something.
The probe scanned for a long time. Mariah waited patiently as the silver craft darted across the wind-blown polar expanse crisscrossing the northern regions of the ice planet. Mariah sat in his cushioned captain's chair waiting for the automated extraction process to complete. He had done bio-surveys and collections like these, innumerable times before.
Mariah's craft was a perfect silver disc with blinking lights around its circumference with large dimensional shift storage areas. It was completely smooth on the interior without dials or instruments. A spiritual interface existed between the craft and Mariah. In a sense, this made it a living craft, reacting instantly to the pilot's subtlest command or wish. The interior of the craft was unbelievably luxurious. The floor was covered with plush carpeting, walls of transparent gold, the ceiling emerald and diamond with bright neon infused into it. The craft was peppered with Mariah's personal affects. It possessed fusion-based shields, anti-gravity systems, dimensional warp drives, and stealth features. The craft had no weapon systems; the concept of adversaries or war was something completely alien to Mariah's universe.
Mariah loved The One, who the Creator of everything seen and unseen. Yet, there was much about The One he could not explain or fathom. The One, unlike the numbers of life, existed backwards infinitely and eternally; there was no beginning or birth. Therefore, it was impossible to ask 'How old are you?' The One was incapable of answering such a question, for there truly was no answer. Mariah's mind still struggled to formulate answers though it was an exercise of complete futility. Many questions have no answers - it was an impossible truth to accept.
Mariah looked up from his thoughts; the male was found. It was instantly shielded and teleported directly in front of him. It was much different from the female, opaque, and surrounded by a crackling display of electrical power, used primarily to defend territory and attract females. Mariah transported the specimen into the last empty stasis vial. It would be named and categorized later when he returned home along with the near half million creatures collected during his long mission. He sighed inwardly with excitement; he was finally going home.
The craft responded instantly to his thoughts; seat belts rose silently from behind the command chair restraining him snuggly. A dampening field surrounded him as the engines charged. Light exploded around him; Mariah closed his eyes. The craft veered right and suddenly blinked out of existence. The snow falling in the ice planet's atmosphere suddenly whirled and imploded into a spectacular starburst pattern a half-mile wide, reacting to the dimensional fracture formed by the departing craft.
Mariah reclined back as the plush gelatinous material fully enveloped his body. The craft surged forward at one hundred fifty six million light eons per second. He felt elated as he mentally switched through hundreds of channels. He stopped at a live news program, transferring the streaming images directly into his mind; he closed his eyes. Cezaih was discussing headline news, the upcoming Gathering.
Mariah's home world Terra consisted of seven huge mega-continents, with thousands of cities reaching miles into the atmosphere. There were no oceans for Terra was seventy percent land. There were millions of buildings with thousands of floors. The city streets were paved with gold, and all the buildings, translucent, were built with diamond bricks and other precious gems. Great ruby, onyx, and emerald skyscrapers added vibrant color to the planet's cityscapes. The Great House of The One was carved from a single pyramid-shaped diamond, weighing innumerable tons, and it soared miles into the atmosphere. Its base was seven hundred miles on each side. Yahusalem, the capital and the most beautiful city in the universe, glittered intensely like a city of light, bright even from space.
In the wilderness huge creatures weighing hundreds of tons roamed. Mariah often wondered why The One allowed such suffering within this construction. He felt sorry for the beautiful creatures that consumed each other for sustenance. The numbers knew it as a creation cursed. But The One, in his wisdom, revealed little about this construction of flesh, except the knowledge that this brutal circle of life was a sign, a type, a signpost, and a warning - and it was absolutely necessary.
Luciah was the most powerful entity constructed possessing phenomenal genius and wisdom. While the numbers of life could interface with thousands, Luciah could communicate with millions simultaneously. Luciah was The Light holding the Office of The Light, sitting on the left Throne of The One, residing in The Great House of The One. He did not wear white linen; he wore a spectacular red garment created from light itself, bending, shining, and conforming to his body. It was a symbol of respect, service, and honor given by The One.
Luciah discussed changes affecting the ten nations. He spoke of a newly constructed off-world city called Cydonia that the numbers built as a gift to The One.
Mariah fidgeted in his command chair as the streaming images raced into his mind. Cezaih ended with a story about a new creature discovered in the southern polar region. Mariah marveled, for it was accepted as fact every circle of life creature on the home world had already been catalogued. Mariah was amazed. This was his field, acquisitions of creatures for the Laviah Zoo. He rose through the ranks to command his own craft. Promotions were always slow in a world that is eternal.
The Laviah Zoo covered thousands of square miles. The creatures housed in this self-automated zoo were estimated to be over five million trillion. Computers and non-sentient self-sustaining robotic androids performed waste, food, and all operations. The larger exhibits crossed dimensions via static wormholes. Biologically linked living holograms provided access to creatures living miles within soil, solid rock, or other inaccessible environments. The microorganism exhibits were unbelievably massive, utilizing linked micro-holograms that provided number access to the almost infinite microscopic universes. The microscopic zoo was one of the most popular exhibits of the Laviah Zoo. There also were exhibits dealing specifically with creatures living in the vacuum of space.
Only The One knew the total acreage of this zoo due to millions of built-in dimensional shifts. In fact, he designed and built the zoo himself. Billions watched The One create it; he simply spoke it into existence. The creatures Mariah carried aboard his craft would add to the diversity and wonder of the only zoo in Heaven.
Mariah abruptly shifted his mental gears in response to messages received. He commanded the craft to exit the hypermension. A soft shudder reverberated throughout the craft as it exited into normal space streaking past the beautiful ringed planet Uiah. The dampening field terminated, and seat belts released slipping into slots behind the command chair. Mariah was elated. He was in his home solar system.
"Welcome back to civilization," Allayah crooned. "The Laviah Zoo welcomes you and your cargo."
Mariah laughed aloud, sensing his grin - "Keep one cold for me!"
As the craft passed the red planet, The One engaged the automatic pilot and greeted him. Instantly Mariah fell forward onto his face. The One simply smiled and left. Mariah sat up euphorically as the entire craft defocused and rapidly accelerated towards Terra.
With billions of arriving and departing crafts, the Continuum was the controller for Sector Zero. Mariah reclined back in the command chair becoming receptive, his mind overflowing with a thousand voices of greetings and friendship. He activated the screens, seeing millions of luminous crafts of all sizes around him, above, and below with blinking red and blue neon lights silhouetted in front of the beautiful blue planet. Mariah conversed with a thousand numbers concurrently, effortlessly, and exchanged vast amounts of information. Mariah's capacity for intellect was almost immeasurable, for he knew the names of every number of life. He could retain thirteen billion different names effortlessly in his memory.
His craft banked steeply approaching the planet, plunging into the firmament of Terra. The firmament was a massive watery envelope surrounding the entire planet many miles deep; enabling the planet from pole to pole to remain temperate and warm. For a second, the craft's dampening fields activated as it navigated forcefully through the liquid. The pressure released as millions exited the firmament. Exterior shields de-activated as they entered the upper partition of the atmosphere. Mariah couldn't stop smiling as his craft plunged towards the Ashelli State, towards the gigantic Laviah Zoo Complex.
At that exact moment in The Great House of The One, above the city on a high plateau called the Mount of Olives, Aarel walked down a dazzling crystalline hallway miles above the planet. He gazed through the clouds as he passed the window and marveled at the thousands of crafts arriving continuously for The Gathering.
Aarel was the High Governor of the Ashelli State, one of the ten nations of Terra. All the numbers of life bowed ceremoniously in Luciah's presence. The full frontal bow, prostrate to the ground, was reserved only for The One. On Luciah's chest, molded seamlessly into his garment of light, was a breastplate embossed with his symbols of leadership and authority, twelve glowing pulsating jewels. The Seal of The One was stamped into Luciah's forehead, and The One's name was permanently branded on his right inner thigh: Yahaveh.
Aarel's internal clock informed him he was late. With so many voices and internal distractions, the passages of time in an eternal world where time had no meaning were a weakness prominent in all the numbers of life. He barely noticed the ever-abiding lights dancing off the crystal matrix of the hallway walls. He walked faster towards the Luciah's office and stepped into the sanctuary. Luciah already knew he was there. He slowly rose from his throne.
Aarel ambulated vigorously, drinking the exquisite richness, and the beautiful architecture surrounding him communicating respect, and characterized greetings to Luciah. He knelt to one knee kissing the Ring of Life on the index finger of his right hand. Luciah gently raised Aarel back to his feet. They simultaneously activated their privacy shields. This enabled numbers to link without distraction or sharing information inadvertently with the whole.
"It is a great honor."
"The honor is mine," Luciah said humbly. After a brief pause, he continued, "Sit with me. Let's talk for a moment."
Luciah and Aarel walked slowly across the solid ruby floor. They went through an arched doorway into a richly furnished alcove and sat on a beautifully stitched gelatinous sofa. The alcove consisted of three walls of highly polished transparent gold. The whole room was situated miles above the planet; it was like sitting in the middle of the sky. The passing of millions of congested gleaming crafts slowly arriving for The Gathering provided a surreal backdrop. As they sat down, the couch conformed to their bodies, molding and supporting them comfortably.
"Aarel, I have chosen you above the billions on this planet, for I've found you are supremely worthy. You are destined to join an elite society of numbers almost a hundred million strong. I am not a number of life anymore, but am of The One now. The left-side smaller throne, where I sat before is now like Yahshua's, the same size and coequal."
He paused a moment, and Aarel nodded, speechless.
"Aarel, have you ever wondered why we are all male? In the circle of life, though there is death and pain they remain complete because of their female counterparts. Why do you think it is Aarel we do not have a counterpart?" Luciah continued, whispering softly, “a female number of life. Do you believe The One forgot? That is impossible - he wanted us to discover this. He wanted us to find our completeness and to become what he created us to be. The One has says the circle of life is a signpost and a type. Aren't we then supposed to learn and glean something from them? And this newly gained knowledge I will reveal to you is the first step. For if we strive for all knowledge throughout the promised eternities, internal and external, in the fullness of time we can be as The One."
Aarel froze, not knowing how to answer. In all the eternities he could remember, this question had never been asked much less explored. He was amazed. It was so deceptively simple, like all truth. He tried nervously to clear his throat, but Luciah continued smoothly.
"We are all male, and there must be a reason for that. The One often lets us discover things on our own. It would be boring if there were nothing to do, nothing to discover, and nothing to live or strive for. And I believe I've uncovered what he intended us to discover, as we matured and evolved towards his greatness and power. We have explored an endless universe finding wonders beyond our imaginations; we are always learning and growing. We never looked at our own bodies to understand the true intent of The One in this area. We were static and blind looking outward instead of inward. This is a glorious body. It doesn't die or get sick as the circle of life. It cannot be burned, broken, or destroyed. We are indestructible. We swim in the plasma of the stars. But the curious thing overlooked is why numbers of life are functionally male? Seems sort of unusual, doesn't it?"
Aarel broke Luciah's gaze. He studied the thousands of arriving crafts passing in the background. He desperately tried to think of something to say. Nothing would come. He sat mentally numb and speechless looking at Luciah in awe at the absolute unbelievable.
"Our bodies are treated as vessels that hold the immortal. We communicate, eat, have friendships, family life, and special hobbies or sports. But there is no real pleasure in this body. This shell is only a mechanism to move, talk, and exist, though we are full of emotions. Although we experience much that is pleasurable, there is not one pleasure that originates directly from our bodies. You'd be amazed at what I've uncovered, other pleasures that are derived solely from the body. And they are most exquisite, Aarel.
"We are wondrously and miraculously designed, possessing sensations we never thought to explore or experience. We accepted The One would tell us, or even hint to something that basic; we as a people undeniably assumed wrong. He wanted us to discover the joy of self, for it is our last frontier. We had to find out on our own the discovery of delights that the joy of self brings."
Aarel struggled to keep his privacy shields intact because he truly wanted to shout this discovery to the whole. Instead, he fell to his knees, emotionally overwhelmed, kissing Luciah's hand as he fell to his face. Luciah achieved the unthinkable, equality with The One - able to create life and speak universes into existence. Aarel's voice cracked with heavy emotion, almost inaudible, he whispered, "How can one find this joy of self?"
"I want you to seek Cezaih; he will mentor you." Luciah stood slowly bringing Aarel up to his own level, and whispered softly, "There's a great deal more to discover, than this." He caressed Aarel's face fondly, and then kissed him deeply.
On the other side of Terra, in the great hanger of the Laviah Zoo Complex, Allayah watched the docking of Mariah's craft while waiting by the transporter array. robotic entities swarmed over hundreds of thousands of crafts in the colossal complex cataloguing and disbursing stasis vials. Mariah materialized in a flash of light. They embraced warmly laughing with joy. Allayah handed him 'a cold one', a chilled vessel of wine made from The One's vineyards. His vineyards produced all the wine consumed in the universe. No number was allowed to make wine.
Mariah opened it and took a long drink, smacking his lips. "Man I missed this! This is so good!"
He smiled. "I'll meet you when I get off. There are still a lot of crafts out, but they should be here by tomorrow. Elias might be the only one late. He's still two days away. He should get his clock fixed."
They both burst out laughing. "Elias is only as good as yesterday in this job," Mariah voiced, grinning from ear to ear.
He gently probed his best friend, something was different; large parts of his mind were heavily shielded. He felt strangeness. Allayah saw the troubling changes in Mariah's face, and changed the subject quickly.
"We'll talk later when you get off," Allayah said as they walked out of the hanger. "I have to get back to work. I just wanted to see my best friend again. It has been a long time." Machinery buzzed softly in the background as they hugged and parted.
Mariah transported to his personal craft in the parking complex, ruminating anew about what Allayah had said on the ice planet. The door closed vertically behind him. The craft rose silently into the air, creating a whirlwind below it. He sped eastward joining thousands of silver crafts in the air. Minutes later, Mariah parked his craft in the landing area. He decided to walk to his apartment. Mariah talked for hours with his neighbors and friends whom he had not seen for many cycles.
The Gathering was truly a joyous season, the entire planet electrically charged and festival in nature. Mariah lived in vertically sprawling complex rising thousands of floors into the atmosphere. All apartments had dimensional shifts causing interior spaces to be greater than the physical exterior. Mariah's apartment was on the hundred and forty-fourth floor. The total living area was three hundred and fifty luxurious acres with massive inlays of gold, silver, and walls composed of large blocks of precious jewels.
There was nothing better than finally being home. He deftly kicked off his sandals feeling the luxurious rug between his toes. He took another sip of the wine Allayah gave him, before flopping down onto the couch and activating a huge theater-sized holographic screen on an immense bricked translucent stage. Mariah shuffled through thousands of channels trying to find an interesting show.
Later Allayah walked into Mariah's apartment. There were no locks in Heaven - they were not necessary. Allayah sat in the grand living room and opened his wine. He handed his friend one, crossed his legs, and began to talk intently to Mariah.
"Put your privacy shields on," Allayah said. "And drink some wine. You'll need it."
Mariah took another sip waiting expectantly. The wine was incapable of producing drunkenness; it was a beverage of contentment.
"There has been a change in the Continuum. There's been a closing of one hundred million minds. And I don't understand why. More and more numbers are shielded continuously. No one can reach some numbers. They are not on hold but they are totally unreachable, almost as if they didn't exist."
"Like who?" Mariah interrupted.
"Luciah, Aarel, Zillah, Lamecah, Freiel, Esuaah, and...” Allayah abruptly switched from the verbal to the Continuum modus, and downloaded over a hundred million names directly into Mariah's mind.
Mariah stood up suddenly, understanding with clarity the horror of what Allayah was saying. For the first time since his construction, tears slipped from his eyes. He brushed the annoyance away, impatiently waiting for Allayah to continue, not understanding fully what was wetting his cheeks or why it had happened.
"All these numbers hold high office; they run the government. That doesn't make sense. How can they be missing?"
Allayah ignored Mariah's statement and continued, "They just are. If you don't believe that, wait till you hear this; Yahshua will lead The Gathering."
"He's not a number. He cannot lead his own melding. He's of The One. And how in the world can Luciah be missing! He's The Potentate High Melder and our Light Bearer."
"Slow down, Let me finish. I don't know for sure about Yahshua, but Luciah was summoned before The One. This information came, supposedly, from an inadvertent privacy shield leak. That means the Continuum is either cutting off millions of number communications, or the numbers are separating themselves from us. But it doesn't make any sense either way. No one has any definitive answers, but there is something horribly wrong, for daily the missing continues to rise." Allayah paused thoughtfully. "The Continuum is The One, so nothing can be wrong there. Therefore there must be something wrong with us."
"Has anyone asked The One?" Mariah asked, but he instantly knew it was a stupid question.
Allayah answered anyway. "Yahshua answers for The One, and he's not discussing any of this. He says all will be revealed at The Gathering. Get this, can you believe the entire Throne Room was emptied. Over a billion numbers were dismissed from The Great House of The One for the first time ever. I can't say why so don't even ask. All I know is something horrible is happening."
"That's absolutely crazy; the Throne Room is never ever empty! What is happening? Do you think the numbers are dying, or are cursed like the circle of life?"
"I don't know, but The One would never allow us to die." Allayah emphatically stated. "You know he has promised everyone eternal life!"
Mariah was distraught. "If they are not dead then where are they? We are family; we all love each other. How can they be missing? What happened to them? How can the whole government be missing and no one knows this?"
"I don't know," Allayah repeated. "But I do know this; believe it or not, most don't know what's going on. The Continuum suppressed this knowledge probably because it creates waters in the eyes. But I am not sure. Only two hundred million of us know - the rest of the billions have no clue, as far as I know. I'm not even sure if the media is aware of it yet. No one is discussing any of this publicly.
"There is also unusual activity in The Great House of The One. I don't believe The One is doing this, but somehow the numbers themselves. I tell you this because we are the closest friends, and I have a deep love for you. I wet my cheeks when I first became aware. And numbers across the Continuum created a new word for this emotion that brings forth new water from the body; it is called sorrow."
"Sorrow," Mariah repeated slowly. It sounded like two separate words. He paused and said softly, stuttering on the words, his voice raspy, the greatest truth any number could utter, "There is no universe without The One. There is no Continuum without The One and there is no life without The One." For the first time ever, Mariah wept bitterly.
Allayah held Mariah tightly as waves of sorrow overtook all of him. Throughout this transitive process, out of the deepest love for the whole, Mariah activated his privacy shields regarding this troubling information. A part of his mind would always be shielded. This realization increased his sorrow, for he instinctively knew this was not the way it was supposed to be. From this day, forth he knew nothing would ever be the same. Mariah wept uncontrollably, and Allayah held him for many hours comforting him, as he was comforted not so many cycles ago.
Chapter 2
“A time to be born, a time to die; a time to plant, and a time to pluck up that which was planted.”
Luciah trembled in the Throne Room before The One marveling at what he saw. Thousands times thousands always ministered to The One, and ten thousand times a hundred thousand always stood before him. Yet the huge room was completely empty. He looked up with his heart beating impossibly fast at the visage of the mighty being sitting on the huge center throne.
This was The One. He was absolutely glorious in appearance. His woolly hair was white as snow, yet his visage was that of young man of about thirty years old. His skin was the color of copper, his body like chrysolite, and his normal voice sounded like a fifty persons speaking simultaneously. He was bright like lighting, and had eyes the color of fire. However, looks can be extremely deceiving. This was Yahaveh, whom the foundations of the universe rested upon. He was the Ancient of Days, being full of light, possessing an impossible brightness that caused no discomfort but was as a soothing salve. His attire was an ankle-length robe created of the brightest white light, and around his waist was a belt of the finest gold. Yahshua, who stood by his side, wore the same. On both of their heads were glittering, jewel-encrusted crowns of burnished gold.
Innumerable years later, this mighty being would be erroneously confused with the Continuum. The One was a touchable physical being who had possessions and sat on a Throne ruling all visible and invisible. The Continuum, on the other hand, was a force as intangible as air, invisible yet all-powerful. The Continuum was affectionately nicknamed The Comforter for it prevented all accidents. But the Continuum was The One, spanning the total cosmos and reaching into infinity. It was the third personage of The One residing within everyone, monitoring and forming the living links of all number communications, responses, emotions, and society. The Continuum did not have a name other than what it was. It was The One's Spirit - the active force banding all the numbers, universes, and constructs of The One. Therefore, it was truth when sung: The One was everywhere, within and without, and there was no place The One was not.
Yahshua, the son of The One, was as much The One as The One was. Yahshua's hair was straight falling to his shoulders. They were more than identical twins - they were one, spiritually and in personality and intellect. There were no other identical twins in all creation, for everyone else had a unique facial structure. Their singular anomaly spawned the concept of Gemini. Though two separate beings de facto, they were one in function and wisdom and their collective spirits was the Continuum. They were two of the three personages of The One. In a distant future the greatest born within the circle of life would say, "If you have seen the Son, you've seen the Father." These words were absolute truth because the Father and the Son were identical.
The Throne Room in The Great House of The One was thick with smoke mingled with the sweetness of a trillion pillars of burning incense. It was massive, infinitely impressive, and visually unbelievable. It was a huge richly decorated pyramidal room with millions of ruby support pillars, where all the numbers of life met for The Gathering. The awesome wonder inspired by this room could not be naturally processed. The floor was constructed from mother of pearl, the walls sapphire, amethyst, and emerald, the glittering ceiling transparent polished diamond, and the acreage ornamented with Cherubim statues, and uncountable palm trees.
Far below the massive Thrones, a sea of glass stretched outwards one hundred fifty miles before merging with the mother of pearl flooring. Seven massive smoky lamps on golden gilded pedestals eternally burned - three on each side and one behind the center Throne. These massive lamps gave honor to the seven spirits of The One that was the Continuum.
The Throne Room incorporated massive dimensional shifts. It was an incredible twelve billion richly decorated square miles! This room was one of thousands of rooms in The Great House of The One, set in the capital city called Yahusalem. Surrounding The Great House of The One were millions of acres of beautiful ornate vineyards. And Yahusalem was the only place on Terra darkness never claimed. It remained eternally bright daylight.
The One sat on his throne and Yahshua sat on his right side on an equally impressive throne. There was a left side smaller throne and twenty-four smaller thrones circling around the massive center thrones. Before The One were four enormous beasts with jeweled collars, each having four blue wings; they were The Zoon. They ceremoniously guarded the thrones. Their heads were completely covered with two hundred blue eyes and their mouths packed frighteningly tight with razor sharp fangs. They stood on massive brass hooves and each weighed seven tons. Their color was fire and red smoke rose continuously from their pores.
These beasts did not eat or drink, but obtained their sustenance directly from The One. They sang beautiful melodies about the greatness of The One, repeatedly, never ceasing. It was the most exquisitely moving music, sounding like the finest orchestra. The beasts produced music, percussions, vocals, and backgrounds simultaneously. These four fearsome-looking beasts, possessing the most beautiful voices, sang the most beautiful songs in the entire universe. And the sound of their melodies pricked Luciah's heart, even before Yahshua uttered one word.
"Greetings Luciah, may The One be with you," Yahshua said softly.
Luciah felt uncomfortable, sensing the gravity of this summons. He fell prostrate, his body hitting the floor hard in front of the thrones. Trembling profusely, he uttered "And also in me."
There was no lying, no deception, and no subtlety when conversing with The One - all was as transparent as glass. The One saw thoughts as they were formed, knowing deeper than a number knew himself. The One knew the subconscious, the deviations and constructs within each psyche, internal spiritual processes, and desires. He was able to read minds as thoughts were generated. The One could not know in advance, what each number would actually think or do. The One was never omnipotent. He would never knowingly create a lion in the nursery scenario.
Yahshua postulated, "If one raised a thousand dogs from birth to eternity, feeding, loving them, providing all their needs, do you think any of those dogs would ever growl and bare their teeth at their master?"
Luciah did not know how to answer. He remained silent.
Yahshua continued sadly, "Why do you think, Luciah, a dog would bare his teeth, when all it has experienced was love? What internal process initiates the baring of teeth? And also, how can one fully trust those who witnessed the baring of the teeth?"
"It would depend on what the master did," Luciah mumbled, still prostrate, daring not to look up.
"The baring of teeth is inevitable because the dogs, like the numbers of life, have freewill. There is only false love with compulsion for true love must be generated freely from within each entity. Without the freedom to choose to love, or not to love, everyone would be as the beasts you see here eternally singing. They have no choice but the music for they possess no freewill.
"All emotion and deviations of the soul are generated independently of us. Deviations are the slag but are of the gold, and even we cannot predict what the numbers will do. And because of this truth, the violence of the circle of life is a sign, a type, a signpost, and a warning prepared even from the beginning for such a day as this. Stand up Luciah and let us reason together."
Luciah stood up facing the Foundations of All. The beasts for the first time in all the eternities stopped singing. The sudden silence was deafening, eerie, incredibly unexpected. Luciah sighed deeply; this was dire.
The One shifted on his Throne and spoke, his soft voice a thousand thunders, transmitting unfathomable disappointment. He asked, "Why did you bare your teeth, Luciah?"
"I did not mean to," Luciah said. "I only meant to give you honor and continuous melding."
The garment of light he wore flickered and then disappeared. He stood naked with burning embarrassment.
"You lied," said The One.
"What does that mean?"
Yahshua interjected seamlessly, "The willfully conscious error in truth not originating from within the known precepts of The One. I am the truth and the only path of life. You know this and have willfully abandoned this truth, seeking melding not for me but from my numbers. You have caused them to betray by teaching unnatural passions you've discovered hidden within your shell."
Yahshua paused. The silence within the Throne Room was suffocating. Luciah could not think or parley, his nakedness seasoning his increasing stress.
Yet The One continued relentlessly, the interrogative reiterated, "Again I ask you, Luciah, why did your bare your teeth against us, when all we've given you was the deepest love?"
"I did not mean to," Luciah repeated. He decided to state his case, for though The One asked questions, most was known before the utterance of the first word. It was the way of The One. There was never any alternative but the truth.
"I wondered why there's no female number of life, after extensive study of the ways of the circle of life. I wanted to find out why they were so cursed, but instead I found sensations I never knew existed within this body, and they were pleasurable. I shared this knowledge with other numbers.
"You designed this sweetness within us. And I erroneously thought you did this for us to discover. If we weren't meant to experience physical melding like the circle of life, then why are we functional? Our bodies are responsive, and are capable of crescendos, climax, and exuding genetic material. This material isn't for reproduction for there aren't any female numbers of life. So, what could possibly be the purpose for this ability you designed within us?
"Could a fish be designed with fins, and the use of those fins be wrong? Is it fair to infer it is against your precepts, now I've discovered what you yourself gave to us? You are the architect of every fiber, nerve, and response of this shell you have put us in. Can you throw me into the water and find fault with me for the evidence of wetness, and then call wetness betrayal? Is that fair?
"All numbers are eternal as you are. You are more eternal than we are, for we are less by not having your backward infinite eternalness, knowledge, or power. Cannot we, within a billion eternities, be where you are now as we evolve and learn? There has to be an end to wisdom, power, and knowledge. Because of that fact, as we exist, won't we incrementally become more than we are now? All numbers strive to be as The One. Won't we become closer to being like you though we are simple constructs? Isn't that why we're here? Aren't you far greater now than The One living at the beginning? Haven't you learned one new thing or experienced one new thought in the last billion eternities? You say you don't change, but I believe you've become more than you were then, in maturity if nothing else. Therefore can't we also, since we are constructed in your image, become more tomorrow than we are now?
“For what it's worth, I erred in inappropriate exaggerations. Forgive me. Haven't I been perfect for all these eternities? Will you fault me for trying to unravel your mysteries by taking my robe and honor, leaving me naked as I stand here before you now?"
Luciah paused, trying to strengthen his postulations. "Freewill that sounds so eloquent must be the ability to think freely and make mistakes. Without that freedom we are slaves just like these beasts if we cannot strive to be as The One."
"There is a major difference between 'as' and 'like,'" Yahshua corrected. "You were the only number created with the full pattern, the full measure of intellect and wisdom, having every attribute given to all the numbers of life. But you have not communicated my truth. By the nature of your corruption, you believed your own lies. But now the manifest is full; it is full of conviction that your expository reasoning is valid, correct, and flawless. Will you make us guilty for your betrayal? Your greatest thoughts have made you mad, foolish, and naked before us now.
"Yet you deceived the numbers of life from whom you were set apart from. I see no change, no internal shift, no humility or respect for your brothers or me. You deem me a tyrant who stifles the freedom I have given all the numbers of life. You bared your teeth and many numbers have done likewise. Because of your urgings, tutelages and using your high office to provide false official consensus, they innocently believed your lies. You constrained your thoughts to seek out my council on your research and theories. And that very constraint nurtured the seeds of betrayal and baring of teeth."
"Tell me, do you dare to desecrate your eternities? There is still grace if you denounce betrayal and baring of teeth. If one trips and falls, should not that one try again to stand tall? Get up, Luciah, and become what you were again."
Luciah digested what was said, understanding fully the tremendous opportunity of forgiveness presented: the return of his robe of light. He considered for an instant on his insanity; this mighty being, who before the beginning of his construction, showed favor above all others by making him the most exalted number of life in creation. He looked fondly for a moment at those who sat on the thrones. They ruled and created all seen and unseen - The One whom he always deeply loved. Against his will, he remembered the elation of adoration, warmth, and meldings from the numbers of life. And the deeper innermost part of him was unwilling to relent no matter what the cost. He struggled hard against this new nature, this new feeling, but was unable to conquer it. He loved the power, the superiority, and being lifted up. He instinctively knew his own thoughts were his judgment - his worst enemy, for he could not fake repentance for all was known within and without by him. Something died and he knew too painfully, whatever it was - it was unspeakable. And it was he wanted to be The One.
Many cycles later, Luciah found out this was called pride. Pride allowed him to feel unaccountable, selfish, powerful, and even unreasonable. It was a feeling of superiority, the intellectual prowess to parley, reason, and effectually change The One through logic and compelling persuasive arguments coupled with raw intellect and wisdom. Luciah stood instantly clothed, not in a robe of light but the simple white linen garment commonly worn by the numbers of life.
Yahshua spoke. "From the beginning Luciah you were chosen because of your construction and were elevated because of your passion for us. Therefore, we will delay out of remembrance of your past loyalty. Remember this, melding is not dependent on what we've done or how we've created your soul; it is based solely on who I am. Remember this truth; there is no wisdom without The One. There is only blinding stupidity melded with forensic insanity."
After those words, the last thing Luciah saw were the beasts looking intently at him. Instantly he was in his private quarters. He could still smell the strong aroma of The One's incense permeating his new garment as he orientated his bearings, still a little confused. Luciah paced back and forth in his office hating himself. He was a fool, and nothing good could come from this. He wished he could change the deeper innermost parts of himself, for something was horribly wrong inside. He found it impossible to change his core thought process into repentance. He pondered his situation, sobbing uncontrollably, despising himself for what he became. He could not repentant of something he desired and loved - the power, the beauty of being more; no matter how hard he wanted or tried.
Luciah sat down crying uncontrollably as deep sadness morphed into irrational anger. It was his shortcomings of character that put him in this un-winnable position; it was The One's fault for creating his flawed soul this way. He's jealous of me because those he constructed love me more. He wiped the wetness from his face. Though tears flowed, there was nothing but misplaced misdirected anger. He transported, with his eyes still warm with tears, to his gilded craft heading for the polar wilderness of Terra, two days before the mandatory Gathering.
Back in the still empty Throne Room, The One wept for the first time since his backward eternities. The four massive beasts abruptly snapped their heads back howling deafeningly. It was a long, sad, forlorn sound reverberating full volume throughout the gigantean structure. The Continuum flickered as Yahshua and The One wept, shuddering with waves of sadness and grief. Every number involuntarily paused unable to ascertain the exact reason why. They were unaware of the great curse, great suffering, and substantial increases of the circle of life lying ahead. The Zoon howled mournfully at an ear-splitting volume for a full day. The Throne Room remained empty as The One and Yahshua discussed, and reformulated their plan of redemption, conceived initially before the beginning of all eternities.
Freiel stood in the northern polar wilderness in The Sides of the North. He was an Arch-number, one of the numeric races constructed by Yahshua. There were Virtues, Dominations, Thrones, Numbers, Principalities, and Powers. These were the ethnicities of the numbers of life. Arch-numbers, Cherubim, and Seraphim completed all the constructs. The Seraphim possessed six small wings consisting of feathers such as birds have. Cherubim possessed two miniature wings. These appendages were not used for flying for no number could actually fly. They could float in place but their wings were generally symbolic. Luciah was a Cherub but possessed no wings - he was a one of a kind construction. Every race possessed different elevated powers - some physical, spiritual, projective, or communicative. Freiel's race possessed extraordinary communicative powers.
Freiel looked at the huge creatures running towards him in the verdant jungle habitat. Some weighed over a hundred tons. Freiel knew his presence was detected as thousands of creatures moved rapidly towards him. Freiel sighed inwardly; it was always like this. They could sense a number of life for miles, and for reasons never explained, their attraction was as a moth to a flame.
The herd of tyrannosauruses ran rapidly with an unnatural grace in gait, vibrating the ground with each step. They stopped partially blocking the sun overhead and jockeying for position to be the closest. Freiel scratched the nearest creature on its bended head as the others waited patiently to be touched by him. All numbers loved the circle of life creatures, though considering them a cursed creation of The One.
Twenty minutes later, Freiel was surrounded by hundreds of predators and herbivores, the gigantean and the small, even insects and females with their offspring. Flying creatures circled making loud vocalizations of greetings. There were also great apes and primates their weight ranging from tons to only a couple of pounds. He marveled at how their hands were so much like his. Freiel then looked up at the bluest sky for arrival of the other numbers, especially Luciah.
A silver disk shot forward from the west, hovering above. It was Esuaah. Soon, twenty-three more crafts hovered in congested formation, as the creatures pushed and shoved to get closer to the group of numbers, exchanging excited vocalized greetings. A richly gilded golden craft arrived and the twenty-four numbers waiting among the creatures felt elation; it was Luciah. A whirlwind vortex formed as his craft silently lowered to the ground. The numbers moved forward expectantly as the creatures gave ground. The door opened and Luciah stepped out of the craft. They paused shocked at his new attire of simple linen, but the external did not matter. Everyone fell to their face giving melding to this number who was now of The One.
Suddenly the creatures bolted simultaneously leaving the area as rapidly as their feet, paws, or wings could carry them. Those with vocal capabilities screeched, howled, or snorted in absolute panic. Many creatures died in the ensuing stampede as they trampled over each other trying to escape. They continued to run or fly for countless miles, until their lungs burned, until they fell from the sky, or fell to the ground, entirely exhausted, and died.
The twenty-four prostrate numbers pondered the absolute panic they'd witnessed. Lamecah and Kaenite instinctively felt conviction due to the natural response of the circle of life. Yet they minimized their natural inhibitions and common sense, which made it easier to call wrong, right. Luciah regally ambulated towards them, as if what transpired was of no significance. He asked them to rise accepting their melding without comment.
"May Luciah be with you," he said softly.
"And also in me," the numbers responded in unison. Later they gathered around him, eyes brimming with awe of this number, who discovered joy of self and achieved the unachievable. He wasted no time with formalities, and spoke with intoxicating charisma dripping with seemingly undeniable logic.
"There is irresolvable hypocrisy within the statutes of The One, for he is the architect of this shell he placed us in. He gave this joy of self to us, though it took until now to discover it. The question that now begs to be answered in light of this truth is why The One did this, and what were his motivations for doing this to us? He surely knew in the fullness of time we would discover what he hid in us. He knew when we tasted the joy of self; there would be no turning back from its engineered sweetness. He has taken my honor because I shared this truth with you. The One has taken my robe of light and replaced it with this common garment before I could ascend to my destiny of being of The One. I have lost all for this truth; the truth The One absolutely fears; as we evolve we can become as The One."
Luciah lifted his arms and stretched them out dramatically. With his voice choking hard with emotion, he continued, "For the love of this truth is why I traveled to this polar wilderness to proclaim this testimony. It is only for the love of you that I've sacrificed all, so you may possess the truth purposely denied to all numbers since the beginning of our construction."
Luciah then taught about the joy of self for hours. He invented a new word - secular numberism. Luciah assigned responsibility, tasks, and ranks to his new Illuminated Elite, and thoroughly discussed new organizations to be formed and organized, The United Numbers, Council of Free Relations, The Club of Home and many other secret organizations that would create his New World Order. These organizations would celebrate the joy of self and generate unending propaganda on the hypocrisy of The One. Through the numerous hours of Luciah's ranting, philosophy, extrapolations, verbal constructs, deviations, lies and half-truths, a new thought process was nursed to life. It would forever burn and wax strong until the flesh conclusion of all circle of life constructions, blasphemy.
Aarel, Cainel, Elmeah, Freiel, Esuaah, Recab, Nimrel, Elsarian, Elnoch, Lamecah, Jabel, Eljubal, Zillah, Tubal-Cainah, Naamah, Kaenite, Avael, Tyre, Marcel, Venesah, Satunel, Haetlel, Nimrel, and Jezbelah were present in this beautiful surreal pasture in the northern polar region of Terra. Twenty-five numbers of life ended their meeting by taking off their garments and in an intensely passionate sexual orgy lasting two full days. They howled, screamed, and melded, completely consumed by the music of their sensations as passions and lust burned deep within, unabated.
And to their detriment, none there saw the obvious connection between the numbers of life and the circle of life. But no number there including Luciah pondered the meaning of this.
Chapter 3
Is there any new thing whereof it may be said, See this is new? It hath been already of old time, which was before us.