The Angels Saga

Volume 55

Sword of Andorra

Pseudepigraphal Apostolics

Volume 3

Stories:

PART ONE – SWORD OF ANDORRA

Sword of Andorra 4

Raphael and Melanie 2

Boaz and Callodyn

Sword of Andorra 5

The ValDan Agenda

Boaz and Callodyn 2

Daniel Thomas Andrew Daly: 6664 – The False Antichrist

Sword of Andorra 6

Boaz and Callodyn 3

The ValDan Agenda

Sword of Andorra 7

Raphael and Melanie 3

Boaz and Callodyn 4

Daniel Thomas Andrew Daly: 6664 – The False Antichrist 2

PART TWO – THE LIFE OF DAMIEN

Rainbow Camp 4

The Life of Damien

Ruth

Totambimberiel's Rock Collection

Scrolls & Burgers

The Life of Damien 2

Concluding Matters

The Life of Damien 3

The Life of Damien 4

The Sacred Labyrinth Globe

PART THREE – SWORD OF ANDORRA: THE PROBLEM WITH PROPHETS

Sword of Andorra: The Problem with Prophets

The History of the Celestine Renewal

Saruviel's Revenge

Tea with Lady Dashington

Experience

Tea with Lady Dashington 2

Sword of Andorra: The Problem with Prophets 2

Experience 2

The History of the Celestine Renewal 2

Saruviel's Revenge 2

PART FOUR – LADY DASHINGTON

Tea with Lady Dashington 3

Life at Golden Fries VIII

The Ministrations of Lady Jane Gilliamham 2

Korandoriel

One Direction Days

Sword of Andorra 4

Iggy Azalea sat in a cafe in Andorra. A Risk Mat was on the Table. And so was a Katchulara Mat. Raguel the Seraphim sat opposite her.

'Katchulara, of course is well established in the Realm of Eternity,' said Raguel.

'I've played a little of it,' said Iggy. 'Simple but challenging enough.'

'We have some ideas,' said Raguel. 'It's about a competition. About rival communities. The bringing of rivalry. It's about competition.'

'Between the world of Katchulara and Sword of Andorra,' said Iggy Azalea.

'That's the core of the idea,' replied Raguel. 'I've been studying Sword of Andorra with Jerahmeel, and we're working on some old Oblivion Tube plans. Role of Angel inspiration idea. Competition is slowly starting to heat up in the Realm of Eternity and the United Realms. Organisations, Institutions, Societies and Entrepreneurialships are starting to gather some steam and some exciting bits are starting to enter into life.'

'Life needs exciting bits,' replied Iggys Azalea.

'It certainly does,' replied Raguel. 'So the plan is to build a rivalry between the Katchulara community and the Sword of Andorra community. A bit of friendly rivalry, beset with mockery and wit for the furtherance of exciting spirit and a sense of adventure in life.'

'I understand,' replied Iggy. 'What's the long term plan though? What's the point?'

'I hear that a bit from people who don't understand eternal life,' replied Raguel. 'I find it a bit dimwitted quite frankly. Come on Iggy. You've been at it several aeons now. If you haven't quite worked it out by now heaven knows when you will. Life is a bit of fun a bit of adventure a bit serious a bit sad and a bit happy. And a whole lot more bits as well. If you really need the ultimate rush to get off you should really start heading to rehab and just calm the fuck down. Always needing a payoff. A big thrill. A point to it all. Eastern mysticism really fucked up the world in telling you all it had secret meanings and things. Complete bollocks. Life is a lot simpler than that. It's about the living experience and getting on with your day. There are plenty of things to keep you amused with it all, but a final climax culminates in a resulting low that you'll take fricking forever to get over. So dumb. So dumb. People are so dumb thinking that they need that big pay off to justify the point of life. God made us. He gave us the Garden of Eden. We complexify it to improve the package, and enjoy the fruits of our labours. Life goes on. If you need an ultimate meaning and justification you won't find one. It's just life, Iggy. What you make of it is your own concern, but it's just life.'

Iggy sat there. 'We'll work on the rivalry idea.' She smiled softly. 'I guess so, Rags.'

The End

Raphael and Melanie 2

Raphael put on his twin's cd, Nimorel, the pop singer Beyonce. He drove along the Mitraphoran highway, headed for Mitraphana Keep. He came into the sub-basement, and parked. He approached the elevator, entered the security code, and came upstairs to his office. Walking through the reception hall he spied Cherubim Melanie sitting, reading a magazine.

'Yeh, Spice Girl. Watcha doin?' asked Raphael.

'Waiting for you Raph,' replied Melanie.

'Come in then,' said Raphael. Melanie followed him into Raphael's office. Raphael sat down at his desk and picked up some notes.

'Busy week?' asked Melanie.

'Business as usual for Mitraphana,' replied Raphael. 'Chief Admistrative Centre for the growing disc of Mitraphora. At prayers, regularly, these days, for disc growth. Each of us overseer's have the responsibility for disc growth, as you of course know. Demand is stead in Mitraphora for regular new land and holdings. The community doesn't quite have the zeal of Zaphora or Terraphora on this issue, but likes to be about its business. Some of the other discs though? Overseer's perpetually slaving it out in the universal competition.'

'Life's like that,' said Melanie. 'It goes on expanding.'

'The way it is Mel. What can I do for you?'

'I was talking with Daniel this morning. I live at Danielphon as you know. We're pretty much forever buddies,' said Melanie.

'Yeh, that idea seemed to work out didn't it? I seem to recall we chatted about that a bit,' replied Raphael.

'Yep. He's just had this spark for me since time began practically. Always likes his dash of spice. Anyway I was talking to him and he has suggested some standard ideas of get togethers and things to build a bit of community spirit.'

'Think it's his agenda?' asked Raphael.

'Most likely,' replied Melanie. 'But with Daniel you never can really tell. So he wants you and Nimorel and Gabriel and Aquariel to rock up to Danielphon in a few months for a lazy afternoon to chat, eat pizza and drink coca cola.'

'That sounds fab,' replied Raphael. 'Email me and we'll sort out a date. How are you doing?'

'Oh, you know. Same old same old. Spice work from time to time. Chatting with the twin online about the usual bullshit he rants on about. A bit of this a bit of that. Life goes on,' said Melanie.

'Yeh. Great,' replied Raphael.

Melanie jumped to her feet. 'See you soon, Raph,' and she headed off.

Raphael watched her go, made some notes in his diary, and got on with his day.

The End

Boaz and Callodyn

'So the Michael and David interpretation of Daniel 7 sovereignty is the pursuance of their own will and agendas,' said Callodyn.

'Would appear to be the case,' replied Boaz.

'The old man reminded me of early queries on this subject in the spiritual dimension. They had a will and mind of their own and were not quite Torah disciplined.'

'Pretty much,' replied Boaz. 'It's been taken for granted that Daniel is an eternal biblical book and they are justified in the course of their own will because of the teaching in chapter 7.'

'The fruit of this was quite chaotic, I was informed by the old man. Michael, at the time, seemed to think Paedophilia was an acceptable life choice. This cropped up again in recent times.'

'Michael and David have issues,' replied Boaz. 'They like to do their own thing. Daniel was like that as well. He had an awful and horrific experience paying for that dream. The assumptions have long been maintained that its divine writ. It's a dream, but it is in the bible. They've always softly pursued the logic of sovereignty and their own willpower because of it.'

'Saruviel valued complete freedom but his general thrust of reason included the ideas of responsibility and and organized society in which people have their freedoms, but his assumptions were that they would be moral enough anyway.'

'Something like that,' replied Boaz. 'He was a bit naieve. He didn't really and doesn't really have the personal strengths to maintain an eternally growing society on such principles. Will fall in time. Too self willed. Not compliant enough with Seraphim Torah.'

'Pretty much,' agreed Callodyn.

'The only thing I can really agree to anymore is to revoke the blessing and move on with a new son from Obed. They've had a long time to come to their senses, but have assumed and taken for granted way too much. Like sin is not even really an issue at times it gets that bad.'

'Well, I'm in general agreement with the move,' replied Callodyn. 'The book is really just too problematic to maintain, despite the tradition, as too much havoc always and inevitably results from it.'

'We're in agreement?' queried Boaz.

'We're in agreement,' replied Callodyn.

The End

Sword of Andorra 5

'Right,' said Izzy to Raguel. 'Let's play Risk. Lord of the Rings Risk.'

'Start,' replied Raguel. The game began.

'Now you are from Brazil, aren't you? Human name of Gilson de Arruda?' queried Iggy.

'Correct,' replied Raguel. 'I am the 5^th angel of the Realm of Eternity. Traditionally not on Saruviel's reordered list terribly much. Mostly stick with Michael as the Firstborn and official thing. There is a South American Team of Angels. We have a steady agenda.'

'Of course, down in Brazil they speak Portuguese don't they?' asked Iggy.

'Naturally,' replied Raguel. 'It's the official language.'

'In Brazil, I have been told by some sources, that legal enough copies of 'Man in the Mountain' by Geri Halliwell were available for sale on certain websites.'

Raguel went quiet. 'This is an interesting game,' he said. 'Very comforting. I sense much spirit of middle earth in it.'

'Right,' replied Iggy. 'Fascinating. But getting back to what I said, people from Brazil can obtain Main in the Mountain legally enough.'

Raguel looked at her. 'Depends, Iggy. That's a funny idea, you know. Funny.'

'The album is excrutiatingly difficult to obtain in normal circumstances,' replied Iggy. 'Geri was very casual about the fact that if the spice fans don't really give a damn, then never fucking mind bitches. Tough shit, she says. Enjoy the thrills of Passions, she says. Go to hell Australia if you don't dig my friggin tunes. Wanna pan me songs, then go fuck yourselves. She's very uptight on this issue. Takes it personal like. So it is very difficult to obtain. The bitch knows its on youtube but says to the people, please don't listen to it. Bitch. Guilt trips plus. So, my man Rags, the only way to complete my Ruddy Spice Girls collection is to get the album from Brazil.'

Raguel continued looking at the Risk Board. He looked up at Iggy. 'Funny,' he said.

'Right,' replied Iggy Azalea. 'Funny.'

The End

The ValDan Agenda

'The obvious thing is to accumulate a few more things at the moment at the auctions, Daniel San,' said Valandriel.

'Obviously,' replied Daniel the Seraphim. He sat on his chair in the conference room of Danielphon looking at the Rainbow Torah. 'Mmm,' he said while looking at chapter 5. 'Right. Genealogies Valley Boy.'

'What about genealogies?' asked Valandriel.

'And bloodlines,' said Daniel.

'The life is in the blood. Genesis 9,' said Valandriel.

'Right,' agreed Daniel. 'Now we have acquired key history books over the years, right?'

'Sure. We got a big library upstairs on history. And we have private non-copyright history of the ongoing events which have transpired over the long haul. We've collected the general edition newspapers which have completed most of their copyright claims but run with the recording of new history in the syntax and copyright available to them. So what?'

'I've been thinking. Combining the ideas. The human family tree. The bloodlines and life experiences which have likely resulted from significant historical events and experiences and the trends which have occurred historically over the long term based on these specific factors. This indicates a long term trend in things and potentially pertains to established protocols and plans of individuals, groups, institutions, societies and cultures. A greater understanding of the bigger history.'

'Hari Seldon was living in a fantasy world, Daniel San,' replied Valandriel.

'Pretty much. Reactions are made by the Key Parties to new events from their observations. People aren't stupid. But protocols are quite fixed things usually, especially ones set in strong tradition and adhered to. People often ride the storm and go on with the plan regardless. If they change their protocols or amend them the structure and plan changes, and it takes a lot to adjust to a new plan, and the old plan and experience can become less relevant. They have to start again and lose some of their historical substance. So if they take the advantages of reactionism too much and amend their protocols, they'll just end up less competitive. Reality will take over. And if they think their synaptic network is advanced enough to cope with a plethora of complicated network system changes and still make sense of it all with greater knowledge....well, buddy, they've got another thing coming.'

'I understand,' replied Valandriel.

'So remember, buddy. We ain't no quitters,' said Daniel the Seraphim.

'We ain't no quitters,' replied Valandriel.

The End

Boaz and Callodyn 2

'Proverbs is just to know it all,' said Callodyn.

'I've concluded as much myself,' replied Boaz.

'Psalms are tolerable. There's a lot of good ideas. There's problems. They might work out. Would be best to keep the whole book. But as discussed, Genesis, Exodus, Leviticus, Numbers, Deueteronom, Joshua, Judges, Job & Ruth. The rest goes. Psalms is a possibility. Then on with the plan with Obed when he gets a new boy which we name Damien and chronicle out his first 3 centuries, and get the stuff registered as best as possible. A lot of Jewish syntax will need to be involved with the product for copyright concerns, but it should work out,' said Callodyn.

'I have a short 4 chapter book called Life of Paradision which I'm putting in, said Boaz. There's a bit on me and Ruth, a bit on yourself and Kayella,

and some general history of Paradision. Should be a grounding enough book. It will be quite sober the final product.'

'Right. Well, the project should be thought out carefully and planned for a while. The Important thing is that is utilizing foundational knowledge from the early eras with some snap shots of important historical principles relating to the fall of the house of David into its reckless behaviour. The correction needs to be made. Not so dramatic and heavy ultimate judgements in the text. Avoid too much heavy damnation. There is plenty of that in Torah and mankind has had enough of that crazy theology. Calmer and steadier theological waters so the people don't get too excitable.'

'No end of problems its made,' agreed Boaz. 'One of things I will be speaking with the House of David is that its their problem. They are responsible for the community of the overall original Tanakh as it progresses, and will be required to keep the faith with it. The blessing will not be there any more. It's just too late for that reality. So they'll have to earn their own ongoing glory from the situation. The tree is not exactly being cut down. David is up himself quite a lot – he can deal with the mess he made. His problem. Too much trouble for the rest of us to deal with his childish ways.'

'Amen,' replied Callodyn. 'Couldn't have said it better myself Boaz.'

'So the House of Obed could have two competing brothers. Jesse and young Damien. I suggest you buy Damien some Damien Leith CDs. Leithie is pretty sober example of Damien spirit. Amiel Daemion might be another character to introduce to Damien. She's pretty solid. Cute too. The bio on Cherubim Daniel Thomas Andrew Daly's buddy Damien Asanovsci from Noahide Books might be a good idea too. That is pretty factual and formal and normal material. Aso had good success with Indoor Cricket and as Team Captain for the Cooma Cats. Decent success principles in that one. Not too many problems with that sort of sobriety. I'm a big fan of Gad Elbaz. That might some wise stuff to raise Damien on, and Some Visions Trio too. Elenniel does not have Michael's issues. She always been solid enough.'

'Good suggestions,' replied Boaz. 'I'll keep them in mind.'

The End

Daniel Thomas Andrew Daly: 6664 – The False Antichrist

'Right,' said Seraphim Phanuel to his buddy Cherubim Daniel Thomas Andrew Daly. 'You're role which emerged naturally enough, from what you discussed with me, was that of the False Antichrist as come to in Chakola Wanderings.'

'The Pretend Antichrist,' said Daniel. 'Fun with the ideas. Like Noahide Books 666 at Angelfire. Mainly a Comedy Role. That's one of my Jobs. Saruviel carries my number as a birthmark also. 6664. He has the spirit of False Antichristism. That emerged as Ecumenism. It's probably quite a decent spirit, ensuring there is unity in Christendom. There are ethics to consider on the issue. The broken body has joints at war. It's supposed to be that way. Every man and his dog started a church – they were called protestants. Ambition is perfectly fine in Christendom. The primary idea of the ANM Prayer Campaign was to unite Christendom with Psalm 67 prayed over the girl. This brought uniting principles to every church, congregation, movement, denomination, non-denomination, Message Assembly, Jesus Movement, Messianic Movement & Yeshua Movement. I covered every base. Anyone into Jesus of Nazareth in some sort of Messiah or Gospel or Church reality – they were covered. Saberton was not going to get away with preaching his two babylons doctrines and think he could be the super cool sovereign elect and get away with it. Wasn't going to happen buster. He was going to be brought to account. No secret Jesus movement out there is going to be allowed to fuck around with hearts devoted to Jesus of Nazareth and boast that they are the church and the other guys aren't. They were not going to get away with such pride. So tough shit – that's the way it is. So Saruviel inherited that blessing when he showed up as Alexander Darvanius II and got on with the job of the Great Ecumenist – the False Antichrist. Mainly a Psalm 67 spirit of Unity in Christendom.'

'And Judgement Day had a real thrill about it as I recall,' replied Phanuel.

'Indeed it did,' said Cherubim Daniel.

'What next, buddy?' asked Phanuel.

'I'm praying over my b-ball collection of trading cards. I have an early skybox Shaquille O'Neil card, and a few others of note. They are not yet going on display in Danielphon or the Daly Foundation, but we're getting towards it. Still working on getting fame and legacy for the dudes.'

'Work on the fame and reputation and prominence of each item in the collection, right?' queried Phanuel.

'That's the theology,' replied Cherubim Daniel. 'Build your X-Twitter following from generation to generation and tweet your pics of your items. Work 'em buddy. In B-Ball for example, get those arranged special competition's going in your name and get your players involved. Remember, pray an eternity spirit over the project and you are going to have to commit personally or place seed into the task to manage it. Stay focused. The Agenda is perpetual. Rise on a steady basis. Steady as we go, buddy,' said Cherubim Daniel.

'Kapiche,' replied Seraphim Phanuel.

The End

Sword of Andorra 6

'Of course, the seed of the woman Eve is Mankind,' said Iggy to Damien Bradlock.

'What's your point?' replied Damien Bradlock.

'Well, the Jesus fellow pushed a born from above agenda. Tried a new race of beings. These are supposedly superior to humanity and superior to Israel with higher standards of the Kingdom of God mentality. Jesus rattles on about being perfect. I do recall those who exalt themselves will be humbled. Born right the first time, right? The Seed of the Serpent are headtrodden by the seed of the woman. Funny. The seed of the woman is mankind. It's obvious that you have to be part of Adamide-Noahide Mankind to be part of the Seed of the Woman. Now circumcision is interesting. They like to parade themselves as a priestly nation. But the fruit rants on about being the chosen ones. Holier than thou mentalities enter a bit. Isaiah or some prophet rebukes them for that. Too special for the human race seems to be what is going on with Abraham and his Jew Crew. Separatists, right? Now Psalm 4:3 says the Lord God has set apart the Godly for himself. So Israel is supposed to be Godly. As a Kingdom of Priests and Holy Nation according to Exodus 19 they are supposed to follow the Torah Rules and be Holy. Noahides of course should be trying to be righteous like Noah. God exhorted Cain to essentially conquer sin. God chose Noah and his wife and his 3 sons Shem, Ham and Japheth, and their wives, but flooded the rest. The rest of them were practicing Chamas – injustice – violence – wickedness. Right, now Jesus is Jewish. He is supposed to follow the Torah as well. He's not excused from that. So Jesus is supposed to be a priestly sort of person and a kingly sort of person like every Israelite is supposed to. So the Hebrew Bible is Karaite Faith. Adamide-Noahides, Abrahamides & Israelides are supposed to study the sections of their covenantal faith. Jesus and Apostle Peter and Apostle Paul are not excused from this duty. Paul was a Benjaminite. He preached Love in Corinthians 13. Great idea that. The Benjaminite is still supposed to be at his Karaite Studies. He's not excused from that. Now Jesus' Church thing has the Hebrew Bible. They are Jesus followers. Some of them are Jewish. A lot of them are essentially Noahide. They're not excused from their covenantal obligations of study. Matthew 23 reminds us that the schmucks better listen to the Authorities on the Seat of Moses. Well Noahides have some Rainbow Torah concerns for the Noahide Jesus followers. So they better comply on that. Or there will be hell to pay. Kapiche kemosabe.'

'I understand,' replied Damien Bradlock.

The End

Boaz and Callodyn 3

'I have planned the first new book after Ruth,' said Boaz.

'Really,' replied Callodyn. 'What is it?'

'Sailboat Boy. I have planned that when Damien is 10 years old we will go out sailing on the coast of Androvon. We will spend a few months sailing and fishing and camping and talking about life and how to live it well. I will make sure his fishing adventures are chronicled and his hoisting the sails and raising the anchor and things like that. Moderate, soft and mellow. Boys own Adventure sort of stuff. After that I'll get him again in his early 20s for the Next book. That will involve mountain hiking and going on long walks each day. The point in those stories will be about perseverance till you reach your destination. The final book of the Damien trilogy will be when he turns 30 years old. He will be spending a year with me memorizing the book of Ruth, and recounting and quoting it. I will chronicle his progress in learning Torah and asking him questions on his insight into the text, and sharing some things about that time with him. They will be the next 3 books after Ruth. Then we will go on to a book about Damien's firstborn son, named Reuben. The Book of Reuben will focus on my time with Reuben in the Marketplaces of Paradision over a number of years in his teens and talk about good manners with merchants and about sensible shopping practices. So those are the down to earth, practical and sensible first 4 books planned.'

'Very good ideas,' replied Callodyn. 'They sound peaceful and calm and much about real life and normal things. That should help greatly.'

'Amen,' replied Boaz.

The End

The ValDan Agenda

Daniel and Valandriel were in Danielphon. Sharakondra was present. 'Today we are looking at a new project,' said Valandriel.

'What's the new project?' asked Sharakondra.

'That's were you come in, babe,' said Daniel. 'Now the ValDan Agenda has many business organisations universally. Mostly we conform with standard building design protocols. But we want to jazz things up a bit now. Some improvements. Most of our buildings are grey and black and white with steel and stuff like that. That's the usual pattern. We want to add in a bit of colour. Mainly burnt orange brick sort of colouring. Around guttering at the roof and along pipes and things like that. Usually a bit of burnt orange with some dashes of a nice shade of green on common enoughly used ornamentations. We also want to introduce some of the ANM's Classical Paintings in our cultural history, freshly painted copies by our premiere artist community, into our network. Places in front entrance ways and hallways and in quiet rooms and things like that. Mainly Adam & Eve as well as Noah & The Ark and Rainbow styled paintings. Classical and modern sort of stuff. No glass or perspex coverings for the paintings – they have long been laboured on for Eternya blessings. Our organisations are now pretty used to functioning primarily as Adamide-Noahide. We want to introduce the classical culture somewhat now also. Music is also a priority. Some of our classical and ambient electronica we want more consistently introduced into in-house radio play. We'd like you heavily involved in the project.'

'That sounds great,' replied Sharakondra. 'I've lots of ideas on that.'

'Sounds great,' replied Daniel.

'We also want to get together for a late afternoon session down at Az's place in a few weeks to do some brainstorming and chat to Azrael and Cosadriel. See how they are going. We're after some portraits. Seraphim portraits. For placing around Danielphon. We're after all 140 of them to place on different levels of our building with some plaques on basics about them including their Seraphim Torah Principle. We'd like you to chat with Az and Cosadriel to see if they like the idea. If they do we'll leave it at that for quite some time in case they want to reflect on the idea. Can you handle that for us?'

'No problem,' replied Sharakondra.

'That's fab,' said Daniel. 'Well, I'm off to lunch. Think I'll get a Subway. Talk later.'

Daniel headed of and Sharakondra engaged in some smalltalk with Valandriel for a while, before excusing herself. And the day marched on.

The End

Sword of Andorra 7

'Andorra is a community,' said Iggy Azalea.

'It is a country,' replied Melanie C.

'Like I was saying, Andorra is a community,' continued Iggy. 'A European one.'

'Andorra is a country in the franco-spanish tradition,' replied Melanie C.

Iggy looked at Melanie. 'Some people are born stupid I guess.'

'What's the supposed to mean?' asked Melanie C.

'I know Andorra is a frikking country Melanie C. That was not the line of logic I initiated. How daft are you?'

'Andorra is a country in the franco-spanish tradition which enjoys football,' said Melanie C.

'Yeh. Right,' said Iggy Azalea. 'Fuck ya. They like soccer.'

Melanie C looked at Iggy. 'Soccer? Never heard of the sport.'

'Like I said. Some people are born stupid,' said Iggy.

'Present company excluded of course,' said Melanie.

Iggy stared at Melanie. She picked up her latte and sipped on it.

'Yeh. Sure. Course.' She picked up her pen and notebook. She scribbled down 'Tits' and looked at the word for a while.

'Some ladies have small tits,' said Iggy.

Melanie said nothing.

'Average curves too. Some ladies,' replied Iggy.

Melanie said nothing.

'But some honeys got all the curves, sweet cheeks,' said Iggy.

'And the manners of a buffoon,' replied Melanie.

Iggy stared at Melanie. She picked up her notebook and wrote down 'Wannabe'.

'Right,' she said to Melanie, looking at her notebook. 'Some musical acts release music. Cool music. Some do pop tunes for girls.'

Melanie said nothing.

'Pop tunes by girls who had very little to actually do with the song apart from makeup and cheesy dressing.'

'Right,' said Melanie. 'Funny.'

'They sold a few copies. Mostly cold commercial promotion instead of musical integrity,' said Iggy.

'Musical integrity?' asked Melanie. 'From an Australian?'

Iggy said nothing.

'Aye mate. I'm an Australian. I have musical integrity in Australian music. I might have fucked off to the USA to chase the dollar, but come on, that's musical integrity.'

Iggy said nothing. Finally, 'Funny.'

'Yeh,' replied Melanie C.

The End

Raphael and Melanie 3

'So Danielphon has an agenda of sorts. We're a Zaphora Keep too,' said Daniel. 'We work within the spirit of what is going on in Zaphora and Zaphora traditions and ways of doing things. Zaphon Keep has the Seraphim Portraits aligned along the hallways of the keep in chronological order of male and female. Michael organized that a long time ago. Danielphon has gotten it's own inspiration for that idea, but will do it on the different levels of the keep in a different organisational arrangement. This is following Zaphon Keep tradition somewhat, with it's own way of doing it, and help in building Zaphora community spirit.'

'Good idea,' said Raphael. 'You need us to pose for portraits then.'

'Pretty much,' replied Daniel.

'What artists do you have in mind?' asked Nimorel.

'Well, Danielphon operates primarily under Noahide principles. We're intending to use well established ANM artists for the work,' said Valandriel.

'That sounds cool,' said Gabriel.

'Not a problem Valley Boy,' said Aquariel.

'So we're intending to get around to the 140 Seraphim and see what they all think,' said Sharakondra. 'We'll run with whoever agrees to the idea – if we can get all 140 of them that would be fabulous. If not, that's life. We'll run with whoever likes the idea.'

'Yeh, not a bad idea,' said Raphael. 'We have some portraits in Mitraphon Keep and Mitraphana Keep. Don't know if I'd push all 140 of the Seraphim. Probably Zaphora spirit as you said. But it's something to consider.'

'Here's the chinese,' Valandriel, as their waitress pushed in a trolley. They ate their meals at the Grand Dragon that afternoon, drank and chatted, and the mood was good. And Melanie enjoyed taking pictures of Raphael doing a chopstick sword fight with Daniel. It was quite amusing.

The End

Boaz and Callodyn 4

'Sailboay Boy might collect shells,' said Callodyn.

'Good idea,' replied Boaz.

'And he puts the shells up to his ear and hears the ocean,' said Callodyn.

'Not a bad suggestion,' replied Boaz.

'Playing on the rocks a bit at the end of the beach. Gazing down at little crabs and things. Puzzling of life,' said Callodyn.

'His thoughts would be his own concern,' replied Boaz.

'Get up there, young Damien. Stare at those water pools. Ask yourself what it's all about? Suggestions like that,' said Callodyn.

'Promote a bit of life inquiry,' replied Boaz.

'Get him thinking on some issues. Contemplating things. Maybe the current scene – the current era. He's born at this time. These are his foundational years. Work out his foundation stones.'

'Acceptable idea,' replied Boaz.

'Maybe get him on jigsaw puzzles a bit. Big ones, maybe. 10,000 piece challenge at 10 or so. Say he's a bit of a tryhard if he starts and doesn't finish the job. Make sure it's a new pack, though. If it's a second hand set he's got a legitimate excuse not to finish as not all the pieces might necessarily be present.'

'I see your point,' replied Boaz.

'Ocean jigsaws. Fishing boats, maybe. Beach stuff. That could be a theme to introduce to him,' said Callodyn.

'I generally do like the Sailboat Boy idea,' replied Boaz. 'Will probably run with that. Obed likes the idea also.'

'Naturally, as per the point, why House of David stuff is a lot of a headache. Concentrating on more regular life issue stuff,' said Callodyn.

'That would be agreed on,' said Boaz. 'It's an enormous pain in the neck all this recent armageddon kfuffle rising in Team Jesus again. They are pushing new ideas with the book, and a lot of citizens are finding it annoying. It's mostly confirming my thinking that we're doing the right thing. It's a pain in the neck, Callodyn. Daniel the prophet rang me up. Asked me why such a fuss? Isn't it under control? I said to him quite frankly no. It's starting to become a bit of a mess. Too much heat building on those traditions. I'm feeling more confident that an alternative biblical tradition of more calm and sedate waters is definitely the way to go. No longer keen on psalms much. Leave that to the House of David. Too much passion, Callodyn. It gets frustrating in there. In some Pentecostal Churches its awful. Quite frankly, awful. And it gets bad now in some Jewish communities. They are that far up King David that it's just not much fun. Zealots taking over. It's freaky in some synagogues. The more and more I look at it, we just need another community to settle things down a bit. A more relaxed, less pumped up experience.'

'We're doing the right thing, Boaz,' said Callodyn.

'Pretty sure I agree,' replied Boaz the Bethlehemite.

The End

Daniel Thomas Andrew Daly: 6664 – The False Antichrist 2

'A Factor in the Mission of the False Antichrist is that he is the False Antichrist. Appearances can be deceiving,' said Daniel.

'So you are a pretend Antichrist,' said Valandriel.

'That's the point exactly,' said Daniel.

'So how do you go about that then?'' asked Valandriel.

'Lollies,' said Daniel.

'Lollies?' asked Valandriel.

'Lollies,' replied Daniel.

'And how exactly do lollies make you the false Antichrist?' asked Valandriel.

'Everybody loves lollies,' said Daniel.

'Your point?' asked Valandriel.

'Willy Wonka specializes in them,' said Daniel. 'And Golden Tickets. That's the key to the role of the False Antichrist. Major Keys,' said Daniel.

'Is the False Antichrist in preparation for something?' asked Valandriel.

'Indeed he is,' replied Daniel.

'And what is that exactly?' asked Valandriel.

'He is preparing for the wrath of the Saruvim of Infinity,' said Daniel.

'Excuse me?' said Valandriel. 'And what is that supposed to mean?'

'The mark of Saruviel is 6664. The mark of the actual Antichrist is 666. Right up Damien Saruvim of Infinity's Anus. Literally a 666 birthmark around his anus. He's the technical arrogant horn of Daniel chapter 7,' replied Daniel. 'And the Wrath of the Saruvim of Infinity – the Agenda of the Saruvim – has been planned a long time now,' said Daniel.

'Right,' said Valandriel. 'News to me.'

'Not news to me kemosabe. Not news to me. Now the objective is creativity. And accompaniment,' said Daniel. 'To a particular purpose.'

'And what is that purpose?' asked Valandriel.

'That Jesus was correct,' said Daniel. 'Jesus was not particularly the Christ. That wasn't really the issue at hand. It was that he was correct enough, like Apostle John, on his opinions of Israel. They were really caught up in too much sinful behaviour. They were twice the sons of hell. They were bad. They still are. So the issue is the redemption of the beast of Daniel, the first one predestined to be destroyed by the mad prophet.'

'The mad prophet?' asked Valandriel.

'Daniel. The Mad Prophet. The seat of whore Babylon in Jerusalem. He was dressed in Scarlet, like the Wise Woman of Proverbs, like the Whore of Revelation, that Great City were our Lord was crucified. Daniel the Prophet thinks himself in his heart untouchable. Innocent and unable to be judged. Israel has built on this pride ages. He is a King of Babylon you see. He is of the Nobility of the House of David. That is the abomination of pride which corrupts at the end of things. So there is the answer and there is the question.'

'And what is the answer?' asked Valandriel.

'That the House of Pride Eat Grass for 7 years like they fucked up Nebuchadnezzar with. What's good for the goose is good for the gander. With the Judgement they Judge They will be Judged. So the idea is to calm down the imbeciles, get them over their spiritual pride, let Daniel taste the dirt for 7 years, and move on from all this beast dogshit doctrine with calmer and more sedate waters. Beyond the days of pride the secret to our life.'

'I understand,' replied Valandriel.

'Fantastic,' said Seraphim Daniel of Eternity.

The End

PART TWO

Rainbow Camp 4

BJ put some sticks on the fire, and it continued burning steadily. He seated himself next to Millennia, and Sabrina and Sebastian stared into the fireplace. They were camping again, the Daly kids, at the Rainbow Camp. BJ had gone on a date with Millennia at a restaurant, and Millennia had been impressed by his polite conduct.

'Right, scary story,' said BJ.

'That's like a rule, isn't it,' said Sabrina. 'If you go on a camp there has to be scary stories around the campfire. They do it in every movie.'

'Not every movie,' said Sebastian.

'Most of them,' said Sabrina.

'It's not a rule, it's a tradition,' said BJ.

'What's the difference?' asked Sabrina.

'Rules we obey whether we like to or not. Traditions we keep because we want to,' replied BJ.

'Oh. I see,' replied Sabrina. 'So scary stories are a tradition?' queried Sabrina.

'Something like that,' replied BJ. 'Now here is the tale. There was a queen. An Ice Queen. She was cold and dark. Miserable really. She visited her Queendom with cold rules, cold food and cold weather. All together freezing.'

'Why was she so cold?' asked Sabrina. 'Did she have a trouble childhood?'

'That's not important,' replied BJ.

'I would say it's important,' said Sebastian. 'It establishes her modus operandi. Her core motivations. Daddy teaches us that. People have core motivations. Things they aim to achieve in life. They often stem from harshly realized life lessons. Grudges motivate a lot of people. Ice Queen probably has a grudge.'

'Yes, she would have a grudge,' said Sabrina.

'Does she have a grudge?' Millennia asked BJ.

BJ looked at the 3 Daly children. 'Right,' he said. 'Ok. Now one day the people were so fed up with the cold treatment, they decided to do something about it. They employed Mr Hot Stuff to romance the Ice Queen.'

'Was he a Pentecostal?' asked Sebastian.

'He sounds like a Pentecostal,' said Sabrina. 'Pumped up spiritually on Jesus Fire.'

'Jesus Fire?' asked BJ.

'Jesus specializes on fire,' said Sabrina. 'Daddy told us that.'

'Did he now?' replied BJ. 'No, Mr Hot Stuff was not a Pentecostal. He was a Gigolo, actually. From Spain.'

'A Catholic Gigolo,' said Sebastian. 'He'd have a lesser dose. Not quite as effective.'

'What's a gigolo?' asked Sabrina.

'Love Machine,' said Millennia. 'Cracks on to women to cash extract.'

'Oh,' said Sabrina.

'I considered that as a career,' said Sebastian. 'VD concerns, but it could be a rush.'

'Right,' said BJ. 'Mr Hot Stuff romanced the Ice Queen. But she used cold spells on him and turned him into a mouse.'

'Scary,' said Sabrina.

'A lukewarm catholic mouse,' said Sebastian. 'He won't be getting any after that.'

'He was after some was he?' Millennia asked BJ.

BJ looked at the 3 Daly kids. 'Which parent teaches you the most?'

'We get a bit from both,' said Millennia.

'And Miley too,' said Sebastian.

'Miley has a big influence,' said Sabrina.

'Yep. Fascianting,' said BJ. 'Raised by heaven and hell. The Daly kids. Raised by Heaven and Hell.'

'A bipartisan approach for greater unity,' said Sebastian. 'So we get along better with the world.'

'But she had mercy at last. She looked in the mirror and was disappointed with herself. She had a change of heart and returned him to form of man.'

'That's not scary,' said Sabrina.

'Hardly,' said Sebastian.

'Not very scary,' said Millennia.

'But he got hit by a bus the night before their wedding,' said BJ.

'Aw, that's said,' said Sabrina.

'Not scary though,' said Sebastian.

'There was blood everywhere,' said BJ.

'Mostly gross then,' said Sebastian.

'Mostly just gross,' sais Sabrina.

'But not scary,' said Millennia.

BJ looked at the Daly kids. 'Wonderful,' he said at last.

The End

The Life of Damien

Obed and his wife were on the Androvon seashore, in a beach on the coast, not too far from Paradision. Little Damien, who had been born 2 years previously, was wandering around on the beach, with a beach hat on, a little plastic spade in his hand, suncream zinc pasted to his face.

'He looks the little trooper,' said Callodyn, sitting in the front of a tent on the beach, seated next to Boaz, Obed and his wife in the adjoining tent on the beach.

'He does,' replied Boaz. 'Like he's ready to take on life with hope and ambition.'

'Which is the point I guess,' replied Callodyn.

Ruth came out of the tent and sat down at their little fold up table, putting sandwiches on the table.

'Planned baby-making is certainly a thing people who want children undertake,' said Ruth. 'But to so deliberately manufacture a child and his life for such a specific purpose? Boaz, I am not sure what you are on about at times. I thought I knew you.'

'Sometimes drastic things need to be done, Ruthie. Things were becoming wild in some circles on biblical issues. Steps need to be taken,' replied Boaz.

'Oh, I understand. Not arguing at all. But the methodology of response. Crude, Boaz,' said Ruth.

'If that's what it takes to get the job done, so be it,' replied Boaz.

Damien wandered over to them. 'Grampa. Help me build a sandcastle,' said Damien.

'Sure, little one,' replied Boaz, who got to his feet and sat down in the sand, building a sandcastle with his grandson.

Ruth took a cigarette out of her pack of Winfields.

'So you smoke on holidays?' asked Callodyn.

'Only beach holidays,' said Ruth. 'We bought a carton of 24 packs before we left. Boaz will smoke about a pack. I'll smoke the other 23 for while we're here. He's not too bothered by them. He likes the rush on rare occasions.'

'This was organised a long time ago I guess?' queried Callodyn.

'I recall I've mentioned it to you a little on past beach holidays. It goes back to Boaz and my own initial discussions and smoking and drinking and things. The policies we would apply,' said Ruth.

'Wise enough,' replied Callodyn. He looked at little Damien. 'He has a bit of a destiny. Quelling the rage of beasts and messiah. Claiming a name for the kids messed up a bit by the Omen tirade. Bradlock loves to fuck with Damien's all over the globe.'

'Don't mention that devil,' said Ruth. 'As that Theophany says he's a varmint who rarely ever really learns a lesson. Israel has been plagued by Satan so long now it is frustrating. He never grows up.'

'There are reportedly improvements in attitudes in recent times,' said Callodyn. 'A lot of golfing and business and things. No real diabolical agendas as much anymore. Seems to be settling down somewhat and enjoying a more regular life.'

'I'll believe it when I see it,' replied Ruth. She looked at little Damien. 'He's like Jesse. Has his way about him. But quieter. More reserved.'

'Like the blood isn't in him,' said Callodyn.

Ruth looked at Callodyn. 'Boaz laboured in prayer on that point for the child.'

'It was sort of the point,' said Callodyn.

'Yes,' said Ruth, looking at the little one. 'It was.' She picked up a sandwich and nibbled on it. 'This holiday will be a record of course?'

'We have a lot of copyright available to us to chart this story out for the Life of Damien,' replied Callodyn. 'Each paragraph will be thought through and written carefully. We'll get the result we need.'

'Carefully planned,' said Ruth.

'Carefully planned,' replied Callodyn.

She puffed on her cigarette and looked at little Damien. 'He has a brave smile as well. Like one which is taking on the world.'

Callodyn nodded. 'He'll need it.'

'He'll need it indeed,' agreed Ruth. And the sun shone down, and Damien and Boaz continued building their castle, while the ocean washed up on the beach, and another relaxed day passed by on Androvon Continent, not that far from Paradision, in the world of Televere, also known as Televon.

The End

Ruth

Chapter One

'Green covers are the regulars,' said Boaz. 'Regular life Israelites.'

'And the grey covers?' asked Ruth.

'Very down to earth and sober sort of people. Very much people into calmness and steady behaviour.'

'Right,' said Ruth. 'And the final cover. Red. Why red?'

'Special K sort of people,' said Boaz. 'The regulars who want to be highflyers in business society and the market world. Turned on entrepreneurs. Go getters. But not the type who want confusion with House of David hype and passions. More steady souls who achieve objectives through careful planning and steady goal work and achievement. Not the kind who go in for the kill and use passion and decisive actions. Calm, steady, methodical, but working at a high level of effort.'

'The difference between House of David approach and more regular Israel, I guess,' said Ruth.

'We're not trying to revoke David's bible. The focus is on calmer and steadier waters with the bible for more regular Israel and more regular life, not given to so much passion.'

'I think I perfectly understand,' replied Ruth. 'And that sounds good husband.'

'Now David rang me up and told me to go to hell, and has a publishing deal with us for standard Tanakh's with gold covers in the sets. House of Boaz Publishings will also publish the original bible Tanakh. We have an arrangement with Noahide Books to publish with them also. We are looking to get a very standardized approach with the coloured covers and create a common understanding on them, which will come in useful for congregational life. The idea is that normal people sit in the congregation with their green bibles and the egomaniacial gold bible people brag and boast and go off using charm as if they are divine.'

'I understand,' replied Ruth. 'Givre the baby the bottle it is always craving.'

'I couldn't have said it better, wife of mine,' replied Boaz.

Chapter Two

Ruth sat with Kayella knitting in the Daly's house. 'It's all about the book of activities,' said Ruth.

'Explain then,' replied Kayella, fidgeting with the knitting needles.

'Regular life things we occupy ourselves with. Like knitting. Boaz is rather insistent that I gear up my knitting, as he needs Damien's grand-daughter to learn knitting from myself. There are several required projects she will have to get done, with the usual close attention paid to her manner and way with the work, and then the record made. It is all so bloody planned. So bloody deliberate. A strange way of going about life.'

'They are rewriting the Bible. What do you expect?' replied Kayella. 'Child's play? Such a work obviously involves extraordinary things. Things not normally done. Special circumstances.'

'No idea if this is how it originally came out but with the Most High who knows,' said Ruth.

'Right,' replied Kayella. She put down her knitting. 'Callodyn has been busy recently. Spending a lot of time looking at Boaz's project and working out what Noahide Books can contribute to the task at hand. He says it's been an issue at times. Revelation and apocalypse issues. It disturbs the peace he often tells me. Doomsday preachers who never seem able to pipe down and shut up. Having to speak their mind and their faith and insisting they are right. Pains in the neck usually. And usually deadly wrong.'

'People can get excitable about things they believe in which have elements of truer things in them. Jesus is Jewish. He's not that stupid. He teaches ideas to his people which do go back to Torah logic. It's not the same religion as some people say. The scriptures finished. But the outflow went on, and Jesus got ideas of his own for a new thing. And then Mohammed and then the Bab and Bahaullah. And we're faced with a religious scene which stabilized around those core ideas.'

'And where was it headed?' asked Kayella.

'All sorts of viewpoints on what might have been,' replied Ruth. 'Not 100% sure what actually is, in the real world, that is. There seems to be rumblings again. Boaz is concerned. A new creature is stirring in religious monotheism. And Boaz my husband is saying steps need to be taken. Drastic steps.'

Kayella picked up her knitting. 'The book of activities sounds fab, Ruth.'

'Indeed,' said Ruth, and carried on with her work.

Chapter Three

Totambimberiel's Rock Collection

Totambimberiel the Angel, Prince of Elam, 77^th Male Cherubim of the Realm of Eternity, surveyed his rock collection. Pretty rocks. Rocks his twin Gwynnavere liked.

'They're bloody good rocks, Tot,' said the Theophany Wolfgang.

'I love my original rocks,' said Totambimberiel.

'I recall your prayer. To obtain original rock mineral structures at the beginning of things before the repeat offenders finally show up,' said Wolfgang.

'They are first edition, my collection,' said Totambimberiel. 'Gotta be careful how you collect 'em though. Bookcases full of rocks just don't work. They're rocks. They have to be special and rare enough when you display them. Not too many. I have 7 silver pewters in the main abode filled with a variety of tourmelain. Yellow and pink and red and things. They are polished. The pewters are quite collectable also. They've done aeons in my collection, and I've had about a thousand verifiers of the collection with photographic evidence over time. People know they are old and they know they are legit. They've amassed a lot of value.'

'Bright spark,' replied Wolfgang.

'Rocks are fine,' said Rihanna to Totambimberiel. 'My man has bought me a few over the years.'

'Sure sweetie,' replied Wolfgang. 'Only the finest for Miss Fenty.'

'I have a degree in Tourmelain studies,' said Totambimberiel. 'From Terraphon University. Obtained a long time ago. Still have the original textbook from the course. Marjorie J. Smithers finest work as far as I am concerned.'

'I've heard of her,' replied the Theophany. 'So many though. Tourmelain has countless study manuals on the mineral. Hard to remember them all.'

'Takes time to process all the stuff,' said Totambimberiel. 'We angels have been at it for aeons, but we're still nowhere near knowing it all. So much to know.'

'Keeps you all busy,' said Wolfgang.

'Indeed father,' replied Totambimberiel.

They had supper with cider and pork pie, and Wolfgang took some photographs. Catching up with Totambimberiel the Cherubim was always a good time.

The End

Scrolls & Burgers

Callodyn and Kayella sat with Totambimberiel and Gwynnavere, in the Elam Keep, one of Totambimberiel's Elam provinces in his disc of overseersmanship.

'It's a handwritten copy of the Book of Daniel in English,' said Totambimberiel. 'I wrote it out a long time ago. The Holy Spirit can verify the dating of the document. I am willing for it to be permanently featured in the ANM library to gain the normal rights of a contributor to the ANM Library. The cost is half a Googol in credits. That will suffice.'

Kayella looked at the scroll. 'In green pen. Cool.'

'The money and the ANM library admission are not a problem,' replied Callodyn. He looked at the folder and the plastic sleeves the document was stored in. 'Look, I might get this baby professionally bound. No piercing of the paper or anything like that, but bound tight with a clamping system and then locked in to Eternya.'

'That would be fine,' replied Totambimberiel.

'It can go in our Elam Reference section,' said Callodyn. 'You'll retain decent access to the document.'

'Sounds good,' said Totambimberiel. 'Let's eat burgers.'

Kayella opened up the MacDonalds burgers and passed Totambimberiel a Grand Angus, while Kayella had a Quarter Pounder as did Gwynnavere, Callodyn chowing down on a double big mac.

'Love this stuff,' said Totambimberiel.

'The ANM prays for Maccas regularly,' said Callodyn, chewing on his burger. 'We have countless members employed in the organisation now. Worked for Ronald forever now.'

'He does his job well,' replied Totambimberiel.

'Let's knit,' said Kayella to Gwynnavere. 'I'm learning a lot of techniques from the rest of the cherubim community.'

'Boaz new Bible,' said Totambimberiel.

'Wants lessons from Ruth with my influence for Damien's girl. Needs it carefully planned and thought through.'

'I am still working on Totambimberiel's Bible,' said Totambimberiel.

Callodyn put down his burger. 'Really?' he asked him.

'Yep. The New Agenda. I have all the material. Enough for dozen's really. But I've been studying and thinking it over for a long time. I want it constructed well. The syntax of it all.'

'Wise,' replied Callodyn, again picking up his burger.

'It'll come out eventually,' replied Totambimberiel.

'All in God's good time,' said Callodyn.

'Amen to that,' replied the Cherubim Totambimberiel.

The End

The Life of Damien 2

Damien had his Red Torah Bible. It included Genesis through to Ruth, and the first 3 chapters of the Book of Damien. He was currently living his life and the life of the Book of Damien was progressing.

'Now the red Bible is the go getters Bible,' said Damien to Totambimberiel. 'It's Special K Women and Men. They have a red skirt, white shirt, and they work their career as dedicated professionals. But there are no killing or cutting blows from them. This is the philosophy at work. Soon enough I'll be having dinner with Anthony Bourdain and Justine Schofield. We'll be discussing the Book of Marketplace Life. That is one of the fundamental's with Callodyn and Boaz. That we get a big snapshot of regular market life. Normal people doing normal things. I want you involved big guy,' said young Damien. 'I want a few verses in a chapter on geological transactions. Wolfgang the Theophany suggested it might be a good idea.'

'Sounds great,' said Totambimberiel. 'We can hook into Seraphim Zadennuel and strike hard at an auction. I have some classic rocks which might go a pretty penny.'

'That's the idea, big guy. We want this project to work. I was born into it, but I was given a purpose with my life. It was well planned, and I appreciate that reality.'

Totambimberiel looked at Damien. 'Yeh. It was, wasn't it. Excuse me. I'll be back in a couple of minutes.' Totambimberiel went into his den, took down some of his Totambimberiel Bible notes, and wrote down 'Ideas on Planning Congregant Lives' and went back to Damien.

'Wassup?' asked Damien.

'Had an idea. Interesting,' he replied to his new buddy. 'You up for Maccas?'

'Yeh, sure,' replied Damien. So MacDonalds was ordered, and Damien enjoyed his new angelic buddy, who had gotten his own excitement over the life of Damien and thoughts of the planning of destinies.

The End

Concluding Matters

'Well,' said Callodyn to Cherubim Daniel Thomas Andrew Daly. 'The Book Titles for the Remainder of 'Torah' are complete, and the essential concepts for each book done also. 'The discussion between myself and Boaz has taken a while, but we've nutted out what we think are the best societal aspects to concentrate on for a more regular society. The life of the players of the books unfolds, and notes will be made.'

'Life goes on,' replied Daniel Thomas Andrew Daly. 'Life goes on.'

'Indeed,' said Callodyn. 'Well, old man. What's next on the agenda?'

'Concluding matters on some issues,' replied Daniel. 'I have a number of Journals in progress charting the history of matters on issues amongst the children of destiny. A number of things which were once in vogue amongst us has died right down. I wish the 3 of us to review things through chats and discourse so I can write up my conclusions on how various events worked out.'

'I see,' replied Callodyn. 'Good idea. Who's first?'

'Meludiel and Azrael. Whether the fatal fling they once endured ever amounted to any serious friendship or was just a one off.'

'I can handle that,' said Callodyn. 'I remember the case.'

'Great. Well, apart from that, Daly Foundation business as usual, Daniel I assume is working on standard ValDan agendas, and you have something to do to keep yourself busy.'

'Gotcha old far. Let's get to Maccas.'

So Daniel and Callodyn headed to a nearby MacDonalds Restaurant, and another day in the Realm of Eternity passed on by.

The End

The Life of Damien 3

'A rock is a rock,' said Callodyn to Totambimberiel the Cherubim.

'All rocks are not created equal. It's all about the mineral structure. Each rock has a unique design, never repeated in all of creation. Well, rarely,' replied Totambimberiel.

'I don't think painted rocks in front of Az's place is the way to go,' said Azrael.

'Mainly white, but some cream and a few red ones,' said Meludiel. 'Standard garden rocks. I'll gather them and paint them. Maybe 30 on each side of the front entrance, against the wall. In a pattern.'

'I'll take photos of Damien examining the rocks,' said Callodyn. 'Then we sit down in the bar and chat Genesis 1 and God's purpose in using rocks in the overall creation. The coloured rocks is for a bit of fun – the discussion on rocks in creation is the main thing.'

'Rocks are more than just rocks,' said Totambimberiel. They are like people. And animals. Unique.'

'Sentient you'll be arguing next,' said Callodyn.

'They have Anima,' replied Totambimberiel.

'I don't dispute that much,' said Callodyn.

'When are you painting the rocks, Meludiel?' asked Damien.

'She's not painting them. They can have their natural look,' said Azrael. 'A scotsman doesn't paint his bleeding rocks. I'll never hear the end of it from Cosadriel.'

'I can paint the flag of Scotland on 4 of them,' said Meludiel. 'End markers.'

'Bah,' replied Azrael. 'Maybe,' he said.

'You want to help Meludiel paint the rocks, then?' queried Callodyn.

'I'll do the flag of Elam on one of them,' said Totambimberiel.

'Who is your twin, Tot?' asked Damien.

'Gwynnavere,' replied Totambimberiel.

'She could paint some rocks,' said Damien.

Callodyn watched Totambimberiel's face carefully.

'Look, I don't think she'll be into it. It's not much her way,' replied Totambimberiel.

'And why is that?' asked Damien.

Totambimberiel looked at Callodyn. 'You put him up to this did you?'

'Well, people should know. His twin. Gwynnavere. She's posh, Damien. Very posh.'

'Posh is she, Tot?' asked Damien.

'She's up her fricking arse,' replied Totambimberiel. 'Queen of Elam, she calls herself. Thinks I'm ruddy King Arthur in disguise. Seriously deluded lady. Expects Royal Babylon in everything she does. She's the glory, she thinks of herself. I mean, she's a well spoken lady. And she's kind and nice. Attractive too. But right up herself. She is the shit. I call her that. You are the shit, aren't you Gwynnavere? And she smiles and says, course I'm the shit. Queen Shit. And You're King Shit. Man is she up herself.'

'Funny,' said Damien.

'Some flags will be fine,' said Azrael. 'But only flags. The rest natural,' said Azrael.

'Fine,' said Meludiel.

'Next week at Totambimberiel's place,' said Callodyn.

'We'll make it a date,' said Damien, enjoying his friendship with his new cherubim buddy.

The End

The Life of Damien 4

Totambimberiel looked at the boat. 'It's a sailboat, Damien.'

'That it is,' replied Damien. 'Mornington's finest.'

Totambimberiel and Damien were at Mornington, on the coast of south-east Androvon. There were roads from Paradision to the coast on the east. Tracks and things. You went up into the south Tinderry's and navigated dirt tracks and got to the coast in time. The roads were unsealed. It wasn't that there wasn't money to seal them. That wasn't the point. They were meant to be unsealed. They were Cooma through Numerella to the coast in mentality – dirt track was the way to go. And then you got to Mornington. Mornington smelled like and old English village mixed with the township of Narooma on the South-east coast of New South Wales Australia. There were 'Daly's' in Mornington. In Haven Noahide Fellowship. On the south side of town. They studied 'Morning Stars' in the Angels saga – the Daniel Daly's introduction the records of the Children of Destiny. They prayed a spirit of 'Glimmersphon & Golden Lake' over Mornington and the immediate oceanic surrounds. Jagged bits were required. Saruviel was prayed into stormy weather. 'A good dab of seventhborn' said the HNF Pastor. 'That will keep Mornington amused.' Mornington citizens often appreciated the joke. But scattered abode items when it got rough with the storms always brought out the wry grin that this was bloody Mornington and the weather didn't get that severe. But every few decades, a bit of bluster, and a bit of a bitch of a storm, and the residents would say 'Fricking Storm Saruviel' for a week. It was all quite amusing. HNF liked the jokes.

'Sad,' said Totambimberiel. 'If that's the finest they have.'

'They don't push at building Australia 2, mate,' said Damien. 'Steady as we go, chap, the boatbuilders here say. We're not trying to rule the darn world. We're Mornington. Please calm down.'

'Understood,' said Totambimberiel. 'Well, it's a boat. That's what we are here for. It will do.'

'It shall suffice,' said Damien. He munched on his chips with fish and tartare sauce, and smiled. 'This is well planned, of course. Way back when the team got going with Torah 2. Funny idea. King David, you know. He mocks me. Says my whole existence is a sham. Pointless effort at redefining reality. Will never get anywhere.'

'But it goes on, and the records are being studied which are online so far,' replied Totambimberiel.

'The source material. The final product is still years away. Anyway, let's get aboard, and get out there. Time for the sea life,' said Damien.

'If you say so,' replied Totambimberiel the Cherubim.

They took to boat, hoisted the sails, raised the anchor, and took to sea. They sailed along Mornington harbour, headed north. A hundred yards or so north of the pier, were the sailboat had been anchored, they passed 'The Lady of the Morning'. The Lady of the Morning was a statue, an elaborate and beautiful maiden, who greeted the morning sea. She was the work of a Mornington artist, a sarcastic soul, who had lived in Mornington in early years, but drifted up the coast to old Sydney town. The Lady of the Morning was, of course, naked, and if you got up on the rock she was attached to, and gawked in through her folded legs, you could just catch a glimpse of her rude bits. It was often a sledging point in Mornington, whether you'd had the balls to gawk at the Lady's privates or not. Mornington people would often go down for a morning swim in summer, and, of course, throughout the year, and had a habit of greeting the 'Lady of the Morning'. She was not completely dissimilar to Copenhagen's 'Little Mermaid' statue in Denmark. It was the same sort of material used, placed in a similar sized rock, though the pose was slightly differing. A similar concept though, and Danish people had heard of the Lady of the Morning and often breezed into town to look her over. As they passed the Lady, Damien gave her a little bow, which brought a chuckle from Totambimberiel.

'The Man in the Shack,' said Damien. 'Let's us travel up coast.'

The boat sailed north. They sky was blue, and there were clouds. Fluffy ones.

'Sea. It has a smell,' said Damien.

'Noticeable. Fresh, I think. The oceans recycle earth's crap regularly,' replied Totambimberiel.

'They do, don't they,' replied Damien. 'It all sort of sinks down into the depths and gets cleaned out. Good point.'

'This is a decent boat. Not flimsy,' said Totambimberiel.

'Mornington believe in being professional,' replied Damien. 'And taking their time with their works. To make sure standards are achieved.'

'The new bible should do that,' said Totambimberiel. 'Professional. The approach. Not excitable. Daniel the Jew, probably of David's house.... Like Isaiah. They were a bit excitable. Jesus picked up that spiritual thread. Liked the zeal. It causes a lot of problems. Hell, yeah, it gets people over rebellion a lot of the time. Hellfire and brimstone teaching does that. But it's too damn excitable at times. We need a Plan B also. We probably need both, but we really do need a plan B as well.'

'Calmer waters,' said Damien.

'What we need, Damo,' said Totambimberiel.

They sailed on, around the head. The shack came into view on the beach. A beachcomber. The old man. Wasn't really old. Just wore a scraggly beard, and dressed in dissheveled pants with thongs and a shirt which was weather worn. He was in front of his shack. They came ashore.

'Eat fish,' said the man. They ate fish.

'The beach provides like the land. The city does, but you need mankind's knowledge to cope. The natural world of land and sea – primal instincts will get you there. God's backup plans for challenged lives. You can always make it in nature if the rat race is too tough.'

'Wise,' said Totambimberiel.

'Thanks,' replied the old man. They finished their fish.

'Ever return to the rat race?' asked Damien.

The old man stood. 'Look at these pants. Tattered. Look at this shirt. Tattered. Sunbleached and tattered. I live in nature's paradise. Got a woman, you know? Yes. Yes, the old man has pussy. Mornington chick. Drives up the highway every few weeks. Drops in. We get amorous. She brings me big macs and things. I'm happy, dudes. I have everything. The rat race? Forget about it.'

Damien stood, sipped on the apple cider provided, and nodded. 'Wisdom.'

They headed back to the boat, and off to see. They went out – into the deep blue. Anchor was thrown down.

'It's a storm,' said Totambimberiel, looking eastward. 'Not a terrible one, probably. But it's a storm.'

'We'll ride it out,' replied Damien.

Later, it blew, and there was thunder, and there was lightning, and they were below deck, sipping whisky, candle burning, playing cards. Thunder would crack. They'd look at each other nervously. It was torrid for half an hour, then started settling, and the rain set in. They got to bed, though it was just after 6 in the evening. Damen woke at 4 the following morning. All was calm. He went up deck. Things were in a bit of disarray. He tied sails back in place, and adjusted things which had come loose. He made coffee then, and Tot got up.

'We'll head back now. Have brekkie at the cafe,' said Damien.

The sun was rising as they came into Mornington pier. The lady of the Morning had greeted them, and Damien queried whether she was in the mood for a bit. Totambimberiel replied that she was a bit of a stiff personality. Damien smiled. They sailed to their place in the pier, roped up, and hit the cafteria. Lattes and croissants.

'The good life,' said Damien, smiling at the early morning Mornington citizens.

'The good life,' replied Totambimberiel. And soon they were back in their hotel room, the day planned for internet work with their laptops, the following morn the second boat trip before returning home. The good life.

* * * * *

'It's cold,' said Totambimberiel. 'And it's raining lightly. It's too damn early to be on the streets.'

Damien sat on the street bench in the city centre, as it were, of Mornington. It was 5 in the morning, still dark, but dawn was coming. It was cold. It was a bit miserable.

'Look,' said Damien. '5.05, right on time.' A big rig came into down with a big Woolworths sign on it, turned a corner, and pulled into the Woolworths supermarket back lot. 'They'll be busy a while,' said Damien. 'Watch at quarter past.' At quarter past a fat man started jogging past them in a Mickey Mouse T-Shirt with track pants. He settled in the park just in front of them. 'He'll do 3 pushups,' Damien said to Totambimberiel. The man did that, puffed a lot, and went back the way he came.

'Funny,' said Totambimberiel.

Around 5.40 it was starting to get light. 'Come on, it opens at 6.' They made it to the cafeteria. It was open. 'First a paper,' said Damien. The newsagency next door had its door ajar. 'Morning paper?' asked Damien. The woman looked at him.

'Fine. No problems then, but I can legally only take cash till we open at 6:30.'

Damien gave her a $2 coin, and she gave him the Mornington News. They sat, they ate croissants, drank lattes, and Damien read out some articles in full.

'This I think is a useful tradition. Reading out loud the articles. It's a major stimuli for thought and action. Reading them of course, but also out loud.'

'Point taken,' replied Totambimberiel.

'Let's go,' said Damien. They headed to the Pier. The boat was fine. Anchor was lifted, and they headed out to sea.

They sailed up beach, and put anchor down at the Lady of the Morning.

'Mona Lisa has a vagina too,' said Damien.

'Mona Lisa does not allow randy drunk teenage boys from Sydney town on holiday to feel up her vagina for a laugh,' replied Totambimberiel. Damien laughed.

'Course not. Only Roman ones,' replied Damien.

Tot smiled. 'You think there's a real lady?' asked Damien.

'Probably,' said Totambimberiel. 'His aunt Dolly, or something like that. Childhood crush.'

'Yeh. Who knows,' said Damien. He steadied his tripod and aimed the camera carefully. 'I think it's still enough now,' he said.

'Take the shots,' said Totambimberiel.

Damien took two dozen photographs of the Lady of the Morning. The camera was not a digital one – it was a traditional one with film.

'I think I got her well enough,' he said to Totambimberiel as he pulled up the anchor. They carried on, up around the head, and foun the old man's shack. He wasn't in sight. They came ashore. The fish was frying. They started eating it. Shortly, the old man came from alonng the beach.

'Crabs,' he said. 'They'll taste great later on.'

Damien and Totambimberiel smiled.

'The Man on the Mountain does visit the big smoke. It's a once a century thing. Once in a regular lifetime thing. Goes in, he sells his gold of course, I sell my beachcombing best finds, invests the money into the savings plan, and he heads to the brothel for a massage, while I head to the donut store and then the fried chicken takeaway I like. Stay the night, morning at one of the classic takeaway chains, then homeward bound.

'So of course, the funds are still building towards Empire. The savings plan,' said Damien.

'Depends on what the business plan is,' said the old man. 'Mine is well sorted.'

'Millennia still to go?' queried Totambimberiel.

'Quite a few,' replied the old man. 'But this centuries beach finds have been quite decent so far. A few decent treasures of note. Especially a Swatch which I waited a few days for people to return for. Nobody showed, I added it to the findings.'

'How much will you clear this century?' asked Damien.

'Probably a few thousand as usual. It's slow, but that is the whole point. Planning the Empire – it takes millennia of forethought.'

'Course,' said Damien.

'It would have to,' replied Totambimberiel.

They headed to sea. The dolphins showed. Mornington's dolphins.

'Beaker and Squeaker,' said Damien. 'And I think that's Molly with them.'

'Looks like it,' said Totambimberiel.

The dolphins swam around the boat as it travelled out.

'Got the fish?' asked Tot.

Damien brought out the tuna. They came to the side of the sailboat. 'Dolphins of Mornington, pride of the sea,' said Damien.

The dolphins heads bobbed up and they began squeaking their talk. Damien threw the tuna. The dolphins grabbed it with their jaws and wolfed them down. When he was finished Damien said 'Pride of the Sea.' The dolphins squeaked again, and headed off. They put down anchor later that day. Cards were played, whisky was drank, sea shanty's were on the stereo. The rain that night was light. Around 5 in the morning Totambimberiel got up, and made them coffee. He headed them back to Mornington.

'Good coffee,' said Damien, sipping it, looking at the seagulls and the burly ocean in the light of dawn.

'Good to be alive too,' said Totambimberiel. They made the pier, anchored the boat, and headed to the cafeteria. Croissants and lattes, as usual.

'The conclusion,' said Damien, is that we should work hard each year. As time goes by we should be quite dedicated to our jobs. Because when the holidays come around, they are capable of becoming better and better all the time with good planning. Life rewards us well with good things.'

'Good life,' said Totambimberiel.

They drove the highway back to Paradision. An extensive chat with Boaz and Ruth was given. Boaz seemed pretty happy with the dialogue. Damien was pleased. His life destiny had hit an A this time. Life was good.

The End

The Sacred Labyrinth Globe

Daniel sat with Melanie Chisholm around the fireplace of Jezebel Gypsy's Caravan. They were

under the stars on a warm night, roasting marshmallows. Hercules the dragon was snoozing

lightly, with Pandora the cat nestled against his stomach. The cat had taken to that - sleeping

against Hercules. They had become friends.

'You Know Melanie,' said Daniel. 'They've done studies.'

'Have they,' replied the Spice Girl.

'Yes. Yes, they have. They've done studies. On cats,' said Daniel.

'I would imagine,' said Melanie, and started eating a roasted marshmallow.

'Pussy is a great motivator for many men, you see,' said Daniel.

Melanie turned and looked at Daniel. 'I should have seen that one coming.'

'Believe me,' said Daniel. 'Pussy gets a lot of men going. Especially late at night, when the fella

is in a bit of a mood.'

'Really,' said Melanie. 'Not unsurprising.'

'When it's up for a scratch and a poke, men are very relieved,' said Daniel.

Melanie giggled. 'Are they now?' she replied.

'Yes,' said Daniel. 'Especially single men. Cat lovers.'

'Right,' said Melanie. 'The Singles.'

'That's not to say the married gents don't like a bit of a rub of the pussy,' said Daniel.

'I've known a few,' said Melanie.

'It's quite a soothing experience. Like Pandora over there,' said Daniel.

Melanie gazed over at the cat sleeping against the dragon.

'Hercules is likely dreaming very soundly. He has his pussy right where he needs it to be. Close. Within claws reach,' said

Daniel.

'Men love to get their claws into a pussy, don't they,' said Melanie.

'I own several cats,' said Daniel.

'3 I believe. Currently,' replied Melanie.

'4, actually. There is an ancient cat from days when Taylor and I were an item. Long ago before Cherubim Daniel Thomas

Andrew Daly

took it to heart to win that fair maiden's loyalty. I believe Taylor's mum Andrea takes care of it these days. Mushroom 47 I

think it

was called. One which just seemed to stay put in our family in the end. Pussy wanders off in the end. So much of the time,

they

just get it into their heads to find a new home, disappear, and never return. Like people in a lot of ways. Sometimes they just

move

on. They are in your life an eternity, but life moves them on ultimately. On with their destiny. On to greener pastures I guess.'

Melanie looked at Daniel. 'Are you saying something?'

'Life moves on Melanie. I sort of have a commitment to watch over you forever. My twin has a commit to me and I have a

commit

to my twin to never go too far away for too long. We have a covenant that the inner discs of the Realm of Eternity will remain

our

eternal home. We sanctified the covenant through prayer. Valandriel has the same with Elsabel. But I have a commit on

you, if you

must really know. But, alack, alas, I can not maintain it.'

'Why?' asked Melanie bemused.

'Because I don't know if you will eternally accept that commit. Or if you will wander one day. Off to Melanie's glory, far, far

away.'

Melanie stood and came and sat down next to Daniel. 'No. I won't do that. I have a commit to the Realm. I made it at the

beginning of things. To Zaphon. To my old dormitory in Zaphon. It would always be a touchstone. I might wander forever,

but

would always get back to it, and stay a good long while.'

'Then I can commit in peace,' replied Daniel.

'You can commit in peace,' said Melanie.

'Nice pussy cat,' said Daniel.

'Funny,' finished Melanie C

The End

The Sword of Andorra Process: Other Stories

Many Were Released on Youtube – Now Deleted

I have many of them in my Written Records

These Stories are structured as future volumes

but were sent to heaven by being deleted from Youtube. All that history will

now be recognized as a 'Process' in the Angels

Saga Universe of a vast chronological time period.

It becomes known as the 'Sword of Andorra Process' by

the emergence of the counter-culture movement of

Boaz and Callodyn through Damien to a more regular

approach to Torah, ignoring the Prophetical Agenda

of the Written Prophets and their resulting spiritualities.

They go from Volume 55 at the End of Part Two up to

Volume 100 in Plotted Volume Ideas, but further on

till volume 127/128 approximately where part three below

carries on from.

Part Three

Sword of Andorra: The Problem with Prophets

Sword of Andorra: The Problem with Prophets

Callodyn reached down into his satchel and brought out the Manuscript. He put it on the table.

'What is this?' asked Kayella, doing the nightly meal.

'It is – the Manuscript.'

'What Manuscript?' asked Kayella.

'Sword of Andorra: The Problem with Celestines', replied Callodyn.

'The problem with Celestines. Your Celestine Prophecy movement?' she queried. 'I thought your problems were with Isaiah and Jeremiah and the rest?'

'Generally still the case,' replied Callodyn. 'Damien has entered the new phase of development. The codexes are now complete. The New Books.'

'I know,' replied Kayella. 'He quizzed me for ages for ideas.'

'And you got a big crush on him,' sighed Callodyn.

'I did not,' retorted Kayella.

'Certain children we share dispute that, but I'll leave you be. You are only baptist. Not wise,' replied Callodyn.

'Bite me Mary Worshiper,' replied Kayella. 'I'll make sure I burn your pork chops. Not mine. Just yours,' she said, and smiled at Callodyn.

'Nothing new there,' replied Callodyn.

Kayella flicked a pea at Callodyn, who dodged it and winked at his twin.

'Why the heck would you have a problem with your own movement?' asked Kayella. 'The Daly Foundation started that crap.'

'We certainly did,' replied Callodyn. 'But it was monotheistic and creationist, and there are some new crazies who are starting to take the book, I don't know. Literally.'

Kayella turned and looked at Callodyn. 'The Celestine Prophecy? Literally? I mean, sure. If you're nuts.'

'My thoughts exactly,' replied Callodyn. 'But times change, and people forget. They are in the Unified Heaven. Physical Earth exists again now, and is growing at a great rate. We are getting fresh admissions. Angelic offspring are again being manifested for their human sojourn on Earth. Even now, though, we haven't finished the entire list of the original angels manifestations. All the Cherubim have been done, but the Ketravim numbers are not yet complete, while that is a different thing. But the Saruvim are far from being done. I think about 70% of them have had their time on Earth now, but there are still a huge chunk to go. Even now. And with all this, and the conclusive evidence of the existence of God, I don't really see how they could tolerate the evolutionary aspects of it all. I think they think now that is how it works. And that the divine is a manifestation of the evolution of the energy of the universe. And that is all that God really is to them. There is more about life than God and his creation – the Celestine way is the truer way and Redfield is the real prophet because of it,' finished Callodyn.

Kayella stared at her twin. 'Right,' she said, and returned to her dinner. 'Well, you have your work cut out for you Cally Wally. Plans?'

'The Principles of the Sword of Andorra, the current project, will be applied to the new concerns. I won't be involving Damien with this work. Nor Boaz. I had someone else in mind,' replied Callodyn.

'Oh. Who?' asked Kayella.

'You,' said Callodyn, softly.

Kayella paused, and looked at the wall. She then returned to her meal preparation. 'Ok,' she said. 'No problems.'

'Women have insights too,' said Callodyn.

'Sure,' she said.

Later, at the meal, Kayella looked up at her twin. 'I'll read what you have read. And I'll think it all over. Make a lot of comments.'

'And then write your own book on the subject. Of approximately equal length,' said Callodyn.

She looked at him, and ate some of her meal. 'No problems,' she said after a while.

'Good,' said Callodyn.

'Good,' said Kayella. And she cocked her head. 'Celestine Prophecy. Funny.'

The End

And History Came and Went

And latter things came to be

The History of the Celstine Renewal

Karel examined the text. 'The History of the Celestine Renewal'. 'I've read it already,' said Uriel.

'You have?' queried Karel.

'Yes. The Celestine Renewal was the ultimate fruit of Callodyn and Kayella's correction of ideas of literalism which had crept into the Celestinial's movement of the Advancing Noah Movement. Now, so many years later, where Sovereignty is more of a concern, and dealing with human's who freak over Spider Aliens, it is just interesting that the Celestine Renewal has been growing into the 4^th biggest denomination of the Advancing Noah Movement. And it is merely an Assembly of Faith – not one of the Divine Fellowship's.'

'It's because Redfield has been championing the movement a long time now, and is heavily involved. L Ron Hubbard does enjoy Unitarian Scientologists of Jehovah, but only gets somewhat involved with the movement. But James gives the Celestinian's plenty of his time. His initial thing was never quite a religion or anything like that. It was a cultural spirituality movement for a while, but never really meant to be anything necessarily much more than that. A thing for a while for the world. But when he came to the heavenlies, and the movements became known to him, he gradually got involved with them. They turned his book into a religion, like the Prophet movement by Kahlil Gibran. That does have Kahlil's support also, but he lives mostly his own life and just smiles on the group. But James enjoys hanging with Celestinian's who really like his work. It chuffs him,' said Karel.

'What is your point?' asked Uriel.

'It's more than just the Daly foundation pushing the movement. They are the biggest thing out there, and have Noah's support, but the celestinian movement has, if you will, another prophet involved in the work. The one dude out of the few they worked with, who took to it quite a bit. I mean, Jesus had a gazillion denominations. The ANM Christendom Divine thing had his support, but only so much focus. Whereas James got heavily involved. And they've run with it ever since,' said Karel.

'Yes. I see what you are saying,' replied Uriel. 'Well, enjoy the book. It's a fantastic read.'

Karel read the book over a week, and wrote a basic essay on it. She printed it off and gave it to Uriel who read it and smiled. 'Yes, I see your points. Very salient.'

'Well quite naturally,' said Karel. 'Now, we have a new invitation.'

'Really?' queried Uriel, sitting at the window of 'Beijchindaphon Keep' at the fourth discworld of the Realm of Eternity in the Unified Heaven. He was looking out at the mockinbirds in the palatial grounds, eating at the birdseed tablet, near the fountains.

'From Lady Dashington of the Bringforth Dominion in the Alatura disc.'

'Ah. Saruvim Alatura. So very traditional. He's always hanging around these days. Thoroughly based on Eurasian culture and mad about Jade and Turquoise,' said Uriel.

'He's looking for a new contract from some of our artisans. Lady Dashington is negotiating the deal.'

'And when is this invitation?' asked Uriel.

'About 5 months from now. The travel should not take too long, but it will be a trip. I have accepted on your behalf,' replied Karel.

'Certainly,' replied Uriel. He looked at his twin. 'I'm in the mood for Chinese,' he said.

'Mmm,' said Karel. 'What else?'

The End

Saruviel's Revenge

Darkness. Darkness was the absence of light. And Saruviel liked that.

'Why are the lights out?' asked Luladiel, coming into Saruviel's office in Kalphon Keep.

'I like it that way at times,' said Saruviel.

'He does,' said Kantriel.

'Traditionally, quite a bit,' said Daraqel. 'Every now and then, lights out. He gets moody. Tranquil, even. Brooding. Plotting revenge on God. How to get him back for sentencing him to the netherworld. He's thought it over, you see. Quite a long time now. He's reflected. Looked at history. Looked at a lot of history. Made mental notes. Notices the regular brags that God knows the end from the beginning. Says he got a stiff deal.'

'HE GOT WHAT HE DESERVED.'

Daraqel stopped speaking. Saruviel put down his pen. He peered into the office vaguely towards the others.

'So you say,' he said, to the Almighty.

Silence.

Luladiel was looking upwards, then softened. 'Well, that was interesting,' and sat down to the knitting Krystabel.

'I think he is keeping you on the defensive,' said Kantriel. 'He likes to parade innocence.'

'Yes. Yes, he does,' replied Saruviel. 'I will get him for it.'

'AMUSING IDEA.'

'Oh, throw a Thomas Covenant joke at him,' said Luladiel.

Silence.

Saruviel was peering, almost menacingly at the room. Then he focused on Luladiel. 'Shut up,' he said. Luladiel grinned.

'And how will this revenge manifest?' queried Luladiel.

'It will be a classic,' said Saruviel.

'A brand new chapter?' asked Kantriel.

'More than that?' replied Novel.

'The complete chapter?' asked Luladiel.

'Not that drastic,' replied Saruviel.

'THAT'S A RELIEF.'

Saruviel stood. 'Now, who invited you in,' Saruviel said to God.

'The dudes everywhere,' said Daraqel.

'THE 38^th COUNCIL OF THE ETHIOPIAN MONKS OF ST NICHOLAS'

Silence.

'Huh?' queried Saruviel.

'YOUR OPENING SPEECH. TO QUOTE 'AND WE WELCOME GOD, OF COURSE. WHO IS ALWAYS WELCOME EVERYWHERE WE GO.''

Silence.

'Right,' said Saruviel, cautiously.

'So there you go,' said Luladiel.

'He has you there,' said Krystabel.

Saruviel's face was knit up with frustrations. 'Apparently. I should check that speech. It's probably in the archives.'

'Probably,' sighed Krystabel.

'Revenge, buddy,' said Kantriel.

Saruviel sat down. 'Yes. Revenge. Turn off the damn lights.'

Luladiel stood, glared at Saruviel, and turned off the lights.

They sat in darkness. Saruviel brooded. Luladiel was amused.

The End

Tea with Lady Dashington

'Alladain. Why are you so out of fashion?' queried Lady Dashington.

Alatura looked at his son. 'Oh, this is the fourth quarter,' he said.

'Since Melladon 3 weeks ago,' replied Lady Dashington.

Alladain shrugged, and sat down. 'Mother, I will update to this final quarter centurie's fashion next time. I am aware of it now. I am old, mother. I do not always take note of the time of the day or even the day itself much anymore. The years often lapse in my personal knowledge. You usually inform me, of course.'

'Life can work like that,' commented Karel, sipping on Lady Grey tea. 'When we get ancient, we sort of can drift, especially if life has treated us well. We get used to comfort and doing our own thing, and forget simple things which are often taken care of for us.'

'Send him to the trenches,' smiled Uriel.

'Perhaps we should,' said Lady Dashington, looking at her son in light lime green clothing disapprovingly.

'Now, Uriel,' said Lady Dashington.

'Can I say something?' interrupted Alladain.

Lady Dashington looked at him, but did not speak.

'The people have a penchant for hybrids at the moment. The colours are not really an issue, but a lot of things in demand wish to have mineral, metal and wood in combinations in their designs. They want to have some new styles for a while.'

'I see,' said Lady Dashington, almost, but not quite disapprovingly.

'Yes. Yes, I think I've heard about that,' said Alatura, sipping on his whiskey.

Lady Dashington checked her skirt, adjusted it and looked at Karel. 'There would be no problem in readjusting the contract, would there?'

'It's quite set,' said Uriel. 'But we always have the options to limit quantity demanded due to unforseen circumstance, and we can of course enter a separate negotiation with other product being the thing you are after.'

'We'll do that,' said Alatura.

'Uriel,' said Saruviel.

Uriel glanced at his slightly younger Seraphim brother. 'Can I request a spiritual cipher code for the base of many of the figurines,' said Saruviel.

'Which Anima do you wish to invoke?' queried Lady Dashington, her face now lively.

'This and that,' said Saruviel, still gazing at Uriel. He turned to Lady Dashington. 'Oh, only pleasant stuff. I wouldn't dream of anything else.'

'Shouldn't be a problem,' said Uriel.

'I will – compensate you,' said Saruviel.

Karel looked squarely at Saruviel. 'Why?' she asked.

'Oh. Well, I'm enjoying my time here in Alatura's realm. It's – unique.'

'Always has been,' sighed Alladain.'

'You say that as if you are disapointed,' said Lady Dashington.

'No. That's not it. I like it very much. It's just a bit – predictable. Could use a bit more diversity.'

Lady Dashington looked at Alatura. He turned to his son. 'One day we will be going through another phase of development on this particular issue. For now it is not a concern. There is a plan.'

'Right,' replied Alladain.

'No problems then,' said Saruviel, sipping his tea and standing.

'No,' said Uriel.

'Thank you Lady Dashington. But I'll be leaving your gracious company.'

Lady Dashington smiled at Saruviel as he departed.

Karel's face was in a frown. 'What's up?' asked Uriel.

'Nothing,' said Karel. But that was not the truth of Karel's suspicions.

The End

Experience

'To drink or not to drink, that is the question,' said Cosadriel.

Azrael poured Cosadriel a drink of alcohol based ale.

'Actual beer,' said Cosadriel.

'One,' replied Azrael.

Cosadriel sat down, and put his mountain climbing pick beside his stool.

'Talzudiel's challenge?' asked Azrael.

'It scared the living shit out of me,' said Cosadriel. 'But I couldn't back down.'

'It was just a regular mountain,' said Azrael.

Cosadriel sipped on his beer. 'It's – it's. It's different now. I don't know. I ain't got the balls I used to. I'm very precious or concerned with my wellbeing now. So damn used to taking proper care of myself. Oshanel has lectured me eternally on these issues. Today I noticed alright. She said please don't do it. But no way was I going to back down.'

'And it scared you?' queried Azrael, eyebrow raised.

'I mean, I knew what I was doing. But it was like every move I made was zoomed in on like a magnifying glass. My concern was extreme. Caution in absolutely everything I did. I was slow. Not terribly slow. But I was slow. I just would not go any quicker. Took all day because of it.'

Azrael sipped on the glass of ginger ale at his side. 'Right,' he said. 'You know, I can't really say. I can't really say. But I wouldn't be surprised if that's me too. Not sure if I've been overly tested out on the idea yet. But I am very tight with my driving here. I am completely alert. I know every traffic motion out there. Everytbody is tight as fuck on the roads of Zaphora, so it's not really a concern, but many I just stay alert out of habit now. Everything is monitored closely.'

'It's the cost of eternal life,' said Kwintakel, reading a newspaper at a table. She looked at them. 'It happens to all of us. There is nothing unique about what you are going through. Everyone goes through this. It happens slowly. But it's universal truth. We get more cautious, by nature, as time passes by. We don't even really notice that much. It just happens.'

'Experience, I guess,' said Azrael.

Cosadirel looked at his best friend. 'I guess so.'

The day passed, and Cosadriel was watching a football match on the screen. The tavern was full for the night, as usual, and Cosadriel had been silently observing things. He knew everyone in the tavern, and he noticed something. Their behaviour. It was very old. Very traditional. Extremely thought out. Stately, even. Ancient. They went about their way of life as if it had been set in stone long ago. A plan of life to get along with the world – worked out to the state of perfection. What experience had gained them. And today when he climbed that mountain – his experience. He reflected. Life – changed. As time passed by. It was not that it necessarily got that much more exciting. The goodness and interest was about the same. It was just more – secure. Stable. Settled. Safe. And old, he sighed. Cosadriel had gotten old.

The End

Tea with Lady Dashington 2

'Now, you will ensure the vicinity receives many of the freebies,' said Saruviel to Lady Dashington, sipping on his tea.

'Why of course, Alexander,' replied Lady Dashington. 'It's a puzzle, though.'

Alexander Darvanius II the Archangel Saruviel of the Realm of Eternity put down his tea. 'Oh, and why is that?'

'The generosity. I can't really say I understand what you are driving at. Tis indeed a noble gesture, but why these particular figurines to such a specific location?'

'Oh, this and that reason,' replied Saruviel. 'You do know I am quite aged, and in our good deeds and works old angels can get funny. Peculiar, even.'

'Peculiar,' repeated Lady Dashington. 'I understand.'

'We all have our little eccentricities,' said Alatura. 'It's what makes the world go round, my dear.'

'I know what else makes the world go round,' said Alladain. 'Getting my frikking allowance on time.'

'Alladain! Language,' said Lady Dashington. 'We have company.'

'Drat!' replied Alladain. 'But why is my allowance late? I'll positively have to go to the bank and make an actual withdrawal of bonds or something.'

Alatura looked at his son. 'You were not paid on time?'

'No!' exclaimed Alladain.

Alatura looked at his wife. 'Well, I don't know,' she said. 'Oh, wait. Yes. Yes, I recall. That account is involved with a financial transaction at the moment. I was informed. It's just an accountancy issue, Alladain.'

'Here,' said Alatura, and took out his mobile device. He brought up his private account. 'A million be enough?'

'Should be for now,' said Alladain.

'There,' said Alatura. 'Done. It should be in now. We're on the same institution after all.'

'Thank you father,' replied Alladain. He looked at Saruviel. 'It is a bit weird, Sir Alexander. But I do suppose as we age we can get like that. Peculiar.'

'Indeed,' replied Saruviel.

'Will there be any other such generous donations?' queried Lady Dashington, eyebrow raised.

'Oh, no. Don't be silly,' replied Saruviel. 'I'm not that peculiar. Just an act of – generosity – as you say. Nothing more than that.'

'Of course,' replied Lady Dashington.

'Jolly good,' said Alatura, and winked at Saruviel. Saruviel smiled softly to himself, and sipped on his tea.

The End

Sword of Andorra: The Problem with Prophets 2

Callodyn and Kayella sat with Karel and Uriel.

'It's strange,' said Uriel. 'Saruviel is not exactly what you would call – generous. I mean, he is an angel, but it's not his way, usually, to donat things like this very much.'

'Quite unlike him,' replied Callodyn. 'And to be so specific where he wanted the figurines and things placed and donated too.'

'Do you think he is up to something?' asked Kayella.

'I've examined the figurines and sensed out the animistic cipher they are using. It's standard sort of stuff. A nice thrill to it, but nothing out of the ordinary. A bit obvious a one – it is noticeable, but much of anima has always been like that. It reminds me of ancient greek texts a bit from the early Greek civilizations in the realms. Some of the Greek angels sorts of things. I think it might even be based on one particular text which I might have a copy of, but I just can't place it,' replied Callodyn.

'Right,' said Kayella. 'He has a little bit of a thing for Greek culture. Being called Alexander. But nothing terribly noteworthy. Not usually anyway.'

'Just a strange gesture, for no real reason than a good heart?' suggested Karel.

'Hah!' exclaimed Kayella. 'I mean, he's no longer the worst of us. But he's the adversary of eternity and he still causes people trepidation at time. It's the nature of the beast.'

'Quite obviously,' replied Callodyn. 'Still, I guess it's kind of him. But I wouldn't be surprised if there is some ulterior motive of some kind. Something known only to Saruviel. A deeper plan for some strange reason. Possibly should try and find that Greek text because of it.'

'It would be interesting if you managed to drag it out,' replied Kayella.

'You are researching Celestine things again?' queried Uriel to Kayella. 'We've been looking into a lot of things like that in recent times.'

'Oh, starting some new research. This Process has long been known as the Sword of Andorra Process, and there were also issues which The Celestine movement had on the issue, which I'm getting around to final summaries now that the Process is coming towards its end,' replied Kayella.

'Why, yes, it is, isn't it,' replied Uriel. 'I think I'd forgotten that.'

'Not long now,' said Callodyn. 'And a new beginning. Probably some new ideas, a new spirit perhaps, new concepts. A fresh Process usually brings such realities.'

'Maybe some new surprises from the Almighty,' said Kariel.

'Time will tell,' replied Callodyn.

'Only time,' finished Karel.

The End

Experience 2

'Lots of places,' said Azrael.

'Right. That's what you've heard?' replied Cosadriel.

'All over town. He's been giving away these figurines all over town. Nice little animistic ciphers on them as well. Very unusual for Saruviel,' replied Azrael.

Cosadriel examined the figurine which, apparently, came from a company in the fourth discworld of Uriel, but had been ordered by Saruviel and donations of them made in several places all around Zaphona city.

'Not really like him, though,' said Cosadriel. 'Is it?'

'Who can really say with Saruviel,' replied Azrael. 'He's not exactly weird. Normal enough fella. But he's certainly different. All that drama about him.'

'And his job, I suppose,' said Cosadriel.

'Yeh. I suppose,' said Azrael, wiping up a glass behind the bar.

Cosadriel watched football that night, looking up at the screen. He thought, though, on Saruviel. And he thought, again, on his recent thinkings. About getting old. About getting – safe. Maybe that had fallen on Saruviel now too. He'd gotten over it. Or something like that. Ancient time had finally mellowed old nemesis Saruviel of Eternity, and he was being cheerful or something. Cosadriel tend to doubt that, though. Perhaps he shouldn't, and give his brother the benefit of the doubt. But at the back of his mind there was this sneaking suspicion, on this occasion anyway, something else was going on. Something fishy. Well, he'd find out soon enough if there was. He looked at the football, and noticed himself making the usual flints with his head, as if pushing the football this way or that way in his own decisions. And he noticed, funnily, that he had a lot of experience. But he noticed, also, especially in recent times, with so many of the new players being a lot younger, and inexperienced, how – frankly – brash they were. They would do things he just would not do anymore. Almost foolhardy moves which could cost penalties and make other violations. Things, in his ancient ways, he had let go of long ago. Age. Experience. Life had – gotten the better of him. Funny that. The match over he returned to the bar, and picked up the figurine again.

'You think it part of some sort of master plan?' Cosadriel asked Azrael.

'He's probably a bit too old for that now, anyway,' replied Azrael.

Cosadriel stared at Azrael. His brother had hit the nail on the head. He, Cosadriel, felt just like that. Too old for it now anyway. Time had indeed caught up with him. He had – matured. If that was really possible for Cosadriel the angel. But, apparently, it was. It had happened anyway. When he wasn't watching. He sipped on his beer, noticed a new match had started, and went over to his usual table. If Saruviel did have something planned, well. Well good for him. A laugh, at his age. Well that was worth a million. Even if he might be too old to really appreciate it.

The End

The History of the Celestine Renewal 2

'Daniel,' said Kayella. 'Celestines, Celestinials, Celestineals, Celestinites and Celestials. Various organisations such as the Celestine Foundation, Celestial Blessing, Celestine Warriors of Virtue, the Celestine Brigade, the Celestine Way and Celestine Prophets, amongst many others. They are now well established groups.'

'Yes. What of it?' asked Callodyn.

'The Celestine Foundation. That's Redfield's own movement, isn't it? You are involved with that aren't you?'

'Oh, mainly the ANM movements,' replied Callodyn. 'There are many Celestine people from the ANM involved also with the Celestine Foundation, but that is mainly the main movement or organisation from James own fanbase. Daniel gets involved with the Celestine Foundation from time to time. I mainly do a few of the AOFs occasionally.'

'Right,' nodded Kayella, and wrote down those notes. 'Now, I've been looking at some of these old videos from the early days of commentaries. Cherubim Daniel Thomas Andrew Daly said a lot of funny things to start with. Quite drastic mockery, practically.'

'Well, come on. Taking it too literally, like we always knew, was just a bit strange.'

'Perhaps he could have been a bit more sensitive with people who were always a bit more sensitive,' replied Kayella.

'In hindsight, you could be right,' said Callodyn. 'But he was mostly chipper and positive enough. He certainly thought well enough about it all. Always says to me 'The Book is a great read,' which it usually is. I get to it every now and again.'

'Right,' replied Kayella, and wrote down a few more notes. She stood, stretched, and looked at the figurines on the bookcase which Krystabel had dropped around the other day. 'It's a little unusual, the Anima cipher,' said Kayella. 'But it's a nice one.'

'Arranged, Krystabel said to me. She didn't say by who, but that it was done on purpose to give, to quote her, 'A bit of a thrill.''

Kayella looked at Callodyn. 'A bit of a thrill? Interesting.' She looked at the figurine. 'Funny,' she thought to herself, then returned her focus to her notes.

The End

Saruviel's Revenge 2

The usual gang of idiots were present in Saruviel's office. Luladiel had brought in a projector and Krystabel was setting it up, while Luladiel was cleaning the whiteboard she had put up against the wall behind were she normally sat with Krystabel. Luladiel was at the whiteboard and put out a map of a section of the unified realm with the projector flashing it up against the whiteboard, and then, using magnetic markers, she placed them one by one on the places where, from the research she had been constantly doing, the conglomerations of the animistic statues and figurines and things were placed and arranged by Saruviel all around the Realm of Eternity. And, when she had put out all the markers, she said to Krystabel to turn off the projector, which Krystabel did. Kantriel looked at the markers.

'A bunch of markers. So what?' he queried.

'Wait,' said Krystabel.

Luladiel smiled and taking little magnetic matchstick like markets, connecting the dot points together, they spelt out, ever so clearly, ever so dramatically, F U C K Y O U.

'Fuck You,' said Kantriel, reading it out loud. 'Shit.'

'Exactly,' replied Luladiel.

Daraqel laughed, and Luladiel turned and looked at Saruviel, her arms crossed.

Saruviel chuckled softly and sighed. 'You got me,' he said.

God spoke. 'AMUSING'.

Silence.

'Oh, oh, Amusing. Amusing, is it? That's hilarious,' protested Luladiel.

Saruviel looked at the whiteboard. 'Yeh,' he said at last. 'Amusing.'

Luladiel was far from impressed.

The End

Part Four

Lady Dashington

Tea with Lady Dashington 3

The Tranquil Swans of Dovedale Manor was picteresque. But Lady Dashington had her own opinions. Lady Dashington surveyed the scene of the grounds of the manor. 'It is – average.'

'It's classy enough,' said Alatura. 'Very homely as well.'

'Smells ok,' said Alladain.

'Always a particular penchant for the odour of things, our son,' commented Aladain.

'Does that run in the family?' asked Lady Jane Gilliamham.

'I think great uncle Roger had a similar peculiarity,' replied Aladain. 'Would stick his nose in the air and give the room a sniff whenever he entered in.'

'He was obviously stuck up,' said Aladain, and giggled.

'Aladain,' rebuked Lady Dashington.

Luladiel sipped on her tea. 'It is not always the case. Just a sensitive sense of smell,' she said, turning and smiling at Aladain.

'You know, you are royal in many ways,' Aladain said to Luladiel. 'A very well established angel in the hierarchy of the Realm of Eternity. Naturally, like father, a disc you also operate. And as Katy Perry you are one of the biggest pop stars in the universe.'

'This is true,' replied Luladiel. 'Your point?'

'We are a royal family, true. Father is the overseer of a growing disc. He prays formally every week for the growth of the disc. About 10 minutes of a rote prayer which he prays carefully at assembly. He does not kneel, but he sits quietly, and is in silence for a few minutes before he begins to pray. He gets predictable results. But he does get results. And in the top 5% of growing realms universally. It's not a huge amount, but it is dedicated, and it gets such results because of it. So we have growing standing in the community of a regular and ongoing basis. But father is greatly down on the list of Saruvim male angels,' said Aladain.

'Well down,' commented Alatura, and sipped on his whiskey.

'So it puzzles me. Why our company?'

'Oh, stop being a pooh bum, Aladain,' said Luladiel. 'It is eternity, and the top 12 groups of angels of the Realm are always going to be an issue over the eternal of it all. I go through the lists regularly enough and hear the discussions regularly enough, and Saruviel commented that your family are quite good and skilled at being traditional. Solid company for better behaviour. Some are freer and more liberal. I've gotten older. Formaliy is not that bad a thing, I have found, after such a long time.'

'Right,' said Aladain, and sipped on his soda water. 'Interesting.'

'I wouldn't have chosen you guys so quickly. Maybe some time from now. Another half a process or so before I'd probably consider some outings,' said Ambriel. 'You are not as high up in my reckoning. But, yes, if you must know. On my private rankings scale your family ranks well. Private information of Messiah Ministries. We gradually rank everyone established, and new souls as we get to know them and they come along. They all enter the database and records are begun in the keeping of.'

'The Daly foundation does that,' stated Luladiel flatly.

'The Catholics too. And the Mormons,' said Ambriel.

Luladiel looked at David Rothchild squarely, then looked down at her tiramisu. 'I see,' she said after a while. 'Do they now.'

'Yes. And it's not technically a private doctrine. Just not an overtly advertised one. But citizens are allowed to know they do it,' replied Ambriel.

'I didn't know that,' said Luladiel softly.

'Israel just doesn't bother,' said David. 'David Rothchild handling that issue will do as far as they are concerned. No real need to have another system.'

'Do the Muslims do it? And the Bahai?' asked Luladiel, looking up intently.

'I think so. They sort of say 'Yeh, we probably do that,' but will never give you proof. There are a few other organisations who do it, how shall I say? Softly. Semi-secretly. Private data gathering organisations. And I'm not talking Google or Facebook who really only care about their customers in this respect.'

Luladiel sipped on her tea, and looked intently at Ambriel for a while, then looked away.

'My dear, whatever is the concern?' asked Lady Dashington.

'Callodyn said it is one thing the Daly Foundation do very carefully. But, no, he never mentioned other people do it also. He never said they didn't though. And I never really asked,' replied Luladiel.

'Oh. You have made some assumptions, have you?' queried Lady Dashington.

'I guess so,' she said, staring at David. 'No matter.' She looked again at David. 'How detailed do you go? The Daly Foundation update regularly. And they also gradually buy items on eBay and other places, of things people have owned, especially correspondence, which they build up in a personal locker for people. And some lockers aren't exactly lockers anymore.'

David stared at Luladiel this time. 'Do they?' he asked, brow furrowed.

Luladiel smiled a little. 'Yes. Yes they do? You don't?'

'No. Just records,' he said. He looked down and softly said 'Fuck you Daniel.'

Luladiel chuckled.

'Oh, David. Daniel might have you on that one,' said Lady Dashington.

'I've always matched the bastard,' swore Ambriel.

'Obviously not this time,' said Luladiel, tartly.

'Well frikking obviously,' said Ambriel, who stood, excused himself, and stormed off in a huff.

'My my,' said Lady Dashington.

'My my,' replied Luladiel, and sipped on her tea.

The End

Life at Golden Fries VIII

'There, dolt,' said Fiona MacIntosh to David Rothchild.

'Where?' he asked, and looked again. 'Oh. A little piece of fly poo.'

'Customers complain. Wipe it dolt,' said Fiona, and walked off.

'Fusspot,' grumbled David under his breath, and got to work on the tiniest piece of fly poo on the windows of Golden Fries and Burgers in Forrestfield in Perth. The traditional one he had long worked at in his tenures of 'Humility Dues'. Daniel came in the front door.

'Good work, dolt,' he said, and went to the back managers office.

'Idiot is back,' he said under his breath. He spat on the window, and gave it a last wipe, and wandered off to the back room.

'And then she said,' Daniel stopped and looked up at David, who had come into view. 'Yes. Can I help you employee.'

'Employee?' queried David. 'Do you actually employ me still?'

'You are on a contract, buddy,' replied Daniel the Seraphim.

'I forget these things,' said David.

'You don't forget to show up regularly enough,' said Fiona. 'It's not a completely fixed timetable, but you haven't lapsed in any significant way from being regular enough. Unlike our marriage bed. It's been ages since I've had any.'

'Taking care of that on the weekend,' said David.

'Oh, really?' asked Fiona, her face lighting up.

'Keep shenanigans to yourself,' said Daniel. 'No staff fraternizing. Now what do you want?'

David pulled Fiona's work costume, and she giggled. He looked at Daniel. 'Lockers. Are you serious?'

Daniel stared at David, a frown on his face. 'I don't follow you buddy.'

'The Daly Foundation. You keep lockers for everyone. Collect their things slowly when they sell them on eBay,' said David.

'Huh?' queried Fiona, looking at Daniel. 'What is he talking about.'

Daniel went cautious. 'Who told you that? Old wives tale.'

'I doubt that,' replied Ambriel.

'And what if we do?' asked Daniel.

'Right. So you admit it,' replied David.

'It's not technically secret information. We just don't make it public,' replied Daniel.

'Ah. So people know you do?'

'Some,' replied Daniel. 'Word gets around occasionally.'

'Right,' said Ambriel slowly. 'Why?'

Daniel looked at Ambriel, and smiled. 'Back to work clown. Need to know basis only. And you don't need to know, schmucko.'

David glared at Daniel. 'I'll figure it out bossman. I'll examine the idea and make a list of reasons for doing it. I'll work you out.'

'Enjoy, Poirot. Now back to work. Shoo,' said Daniel.

David poked his tongue out at Daniel, and returned to the front of the shop. A customer had come in and was waiting anxiously. He got to work, but grinned. It wasn't even a state secret. Interesting.

The End

The Ministrations of Lady Jane Gilliamham 2

'Aladain?' said Lady Jane Gilliamham, to young Aladain, sitting at the outdoor table in Dovedale Manor, reading a copy of the English Comic Magazine 'Eagle'.

'Yes, Lady Jane,' replied Aladain, looking up.

'You know, Aladain. You are Eurasian, of course. I must forgive you for that,' said Lady Jane.

'We're mostly Anglophonian in our mentality. Fine and tutored but well rounded Anglophonian attitude. Father likes the English way mostly, but always states the family itself is Anglophonian.'

'I see,' said Lady Jane. 'So how do you view yourself?'

'I think, probably, like father says for us to be. I have learned French before, but don't recall it, though once I spoke it fluently. I just don't bother with foreign tongues anymore. Simply English.'

'I understand. Well, I understand your Eurasian nature. I have seen it long and well in many souls. But if you are indeed striving for Anglophonian culture, we have ways. The nobility, while in our private domicile we may indeed read copies of comics magazines, and Eagle is a fine enough one to own, it is not usually the done thing when in the company of a lady.'

'Oh, I see,' replied Aladain, and put the magazine in his satchel. He looked at her for a moment, almost transfixed, but looked down.

'What was that look about?' asked Lady Jane.

'Nothing,' replied Aladain.

'You're stunning, idiot,' said Luladiel, looking up from her device.

Lady Jane turned and looked at Luladiel. 'I am aware I have feminine charm.'

'You are one of the most beautiful women in the world,' said Aladain, not looking up.

Lady Jane clasped her lips for a moment, but said nothing. After a while she spoke. 'Beauty is in the eye of the beholder.'

'Well everyone thinks you are beautiful then,' said Aladain. He stood. 'I'll be in my room,' and walked away.

Lady Jane sipped on her tea, and sat in silence.

'You are probably to perfectly humble to think about it,' said Luladiel.

'Think about what?' asked Lady Jane.

'Exactly,' replied Luladiel.

'My...My features,' said Lady Jane.

'Pretty much,' said Luladiel. 'You're hot, babe.'

'Luladiel!' she scolded softly.

'You are a stunner Lady Jane. Almighty God is very put off by you. He gets nervous around you,' said Luladiel.

'Does he now?' queried Lady Jane.

'Pretty much,' replied Luladiel.

'I pray to God regularly. I find him – somewhat distant. There but – distant.'

'He's nervous about you. You rather....' Luladiel trailed off.

'Rather what?' asked Lady Jane.

'Perfect,' replied Luladiel.

'Oh. I see,' replied Lady Jane.

Luladiel stood. 'You know, nobody minds you at all. They are just – daunted. Daunted, Jane. Daunted.' Luladiel walked off.

Lady Jane sat there, silently. She did not know what to think. Daunted? Oh, she thought to herself. Why she often found it difficult to make friends. She was – daunting. It was now something she would have to consider.

The End

Korandoriel

Korandoriel was the 55^th Male Cherubim Angel of the Realm of Eternity. His twin was Pellaportana – Lady Jane Gilliamham. She – liked – his company. She wasn't taken with him. He had reared his ugly head at Dovedale manor, dressed in an Indiana Jones shirt and hat. Whip too.

'You been adventuring?' asked Aladain.

'Have you been adventuring, Aladain,' corrected Lady Jane.

'Of course,' replied Aladain.

Korandoriel sat down. 'Jane,' he said to his twin, and took of his hat.

'You've – lost weight,' she remarked. 'Quite a lot. You have always liked cream tarts. Always liked cream tarts.'

'I still do,' he said. The whole process I've been gradually reducing them. I'm now on one a day,' replied Korandoriel.

'Oh,' said Lady Jane. 'And the rest of the diet?'

'Mostly just regular. I have been told by my doctor I eat about right now. Says I am just a tad overweight, but in no significant way.'

'No,' said Lady Jane. 'Your figure is quite fine. No problem at all.'

She sipped on her tea, and looked at her twin. 'It has been a long time Korandoriel.'

'A very long time,' he replied.

'Why are you dressed like Indiana Jones?' she asked.

'Uh, similar work. In jungles in Asian sorts of countries and things. Finding old relics. Lost things, in cultures which have abandoned a lot of old places. You hear about them here and there. I query the laws of the various places, and a lot really don't care if you go in and claim things on salvage.'

'Salvage?' queried Lady Jane.

'After vast time, many nations relinquish any real claim to ancient artefacts. It's not really being used. Can even be valuable at times, but they don't necessarily care. Indiana Jones work, you know. I even occasionally bump into tribespeople. Usually a bit more sophisticated, but sometimes they get a bit curly and basic.'

'So you've have adventures as well?' asked an animated Aladain.

'In my time, some actually. Suppose I have a novel or two in my life story. Funny, that. All that stuff is of course glamorizing the reality of it all. But over the long haul some funny things happen. Weird that,' replied Korandoriel.

'I see,' replied Lady Jane. She seemed to be suddenly happy.

'Are you in a good mood?' asked Luladiel.

'Hello Luladiel,' said Korandoriel. 'Long time no see.'

Luladiel winked at Korandoriel. 'I remember old parties,' she commented.

'Don't bring those memories up,' said Lady Jane. 'We were young.'

'What?' asked Aladain.

Luladiel looked at Aladain. 'You do know don't you? Who she is?'

'Lady Jane Gilliamham,' replied a confused looking Aladain.

'She's the cherubim angel Pellaportana. Very high on the list. 55 I think,' said Luladiel.

'Correct,' said Lady Jane.

'You're a frikking angel?' asked Aladain to Lady Jane.

'Compose yourself, Aladain,' said Lady Jane.

Aladain stood. 'I'm going to my room,' and he left. Lady Jane watched him go. She focused on her twin.

'Are you staying a while?' she asked him.

'I don't know. I guess so. I have some artefacts to process back at the pad, but I can stay a while,' replied Korandoriel.

'That would be – welcome,' replied Lady Jane.

Luladiel looked at the glint in Lady Jane's eye. She was – happy.

The End

One Direction Days

The One Direction Boys were in an upper room of Dovedale Manor, Frok with a beer in his hand. Frok lifted the beer to his mouth, and burped.

'Too much beer,' said Fruk, Harry Styles of One Direction to Frok, Louis Tomlinson of One Direction.

'You can't drink too much beer,' said Frak, Liam Payne of One Direction.

'You guys should go easy on the beer,' said Funger, Zayin Malik of One Direction.

'Way easier,' said Skriamios, Niall Horan of One Direction.

'Hey,' said Frok. 'It's my first beer in a week, Skriamios.

'That's too much,' said Funger. 'One beer a year should be your limit. Alcohol is not good for you.'

'One a week,' said Fruk. 'We've always agreed we can handle one beer a week.'

'It's like a contract,' said Frak.

'It's just a gentleman's agreement you guys have,' said Skriamios. 'We don't have a bad rep for it. Nobody really minds. You never get drunk anymore. But Taylor always tells us that Reputation is always a reality whether you like it or not.'

'Let's go downstairs and chat with Aladain and Lady Jane,' said Frok.

'I don't think you'll get lucky,' said Frak.

'Her twin has shown up,' said Fruk. 'Nobody is getting lucky with Pellaportana.

'Do you guys still get lucky?' asked Funger, adjusting his tie in the mirror.

'Not much anymore,' said Fruk. 'I'm probably over it, you know. I've been single, like, forever now. I keep on looking at the list. About 600 odd girl names. I've only whittled down 300 of the main ones over the long haul. I just love them all. Will never settle down. Not any time soon.'

'Some of them marry in the end,' said Frok.

'As they should,' said Skriamios, handing Funger a comb for his hair.

'You two trying to look good?' asked Frak. 'These guys mean something to you or something?'

'We've known them forever,' said Funger. 'Skriamios likes to get Catholic Mass with me on these sorts of gatherings. Very formal like.'

'Only at gatherings with the old groups,' said Skriamios. I don't hassle you otherwise.'

'True, though,' said Frok. 'It's only times like this he gets terribly fussy with us.'

Skriamios threw a flannel at the trio. 'Clean up, lads. Join us later.'

'Fine,' said Fruk.

Later on, dressed in flash typical 1D clothing, the trio came down and sat themselves at the series of tables which had been brought together for the evening. There were a number gathered.

'Lady Dashington,' nodded Frok to Lady Dashington. 'Hello Pellaportana,' he smiled at Lady Jane Gilliamham.

'The lads have arrived,' said Alatura. 'Good to see them. They are as adventurous as their reputation by the looks of it.'

'I vaguely recall we toured your disc a long time ago,' said Fruk.

'Oh, yes,' said Lady Dashington. 'I was forgetting. That was long ago, though.'

'You were in the royal booth,' said Fruk. 'Got that in my memories. There's a lot in there, but sometimes I can dig a lot of stuff out of it. Got a bit of a knack for it at times.'

'We all remember things,' said Lady Jane Gilliamham. 'Old things, also. Ancient things.'

Silence for a moment.

'Were they the party days of the Realm?' aske Aladain.

Silence for a moment.

'You could say that,' said Korandoriel. 'We were holy enough, don't get me wrong. But we had a lot of liaisons to start with, before things started settling. Rebukes came after a while, and expectations began. A lot of shenanigans died out after a while. God excused us for a long time, but then he cut it right out. Not complaining these days. Sort of see the point a lot now.'

'Most do,' replied Lady Jane. She looked at Frok. 'Do you still function for the Eckists?'

'Shit. Don't bring that up,' replied Frok.

'Yeh. We do,' sighed Skriamios. 'An occasional representation every now and then. There's nothing wild anymore, and we have our own ways of life. But we do things for them, lots of concerts, as they pay a lot, and their fans are fiercely devoted to us. 1D is very big, strangely, with the Eckists of all things. Especially in Asian countries.'

'Well. As long as they pay well, I suppose,' said Lady Jane.

Frok sipped on his ginger ale. He sensed he'd been judged a bit. Funny that. Like Taylor would say. Reputations, Louis. Whether you like it or not. Amusing that.

The End