SET YOUR MIND on things above with TAKEN--A Metaphysical Fantasy Audio Drama. AND NOW the ADVENTURE CONTINUES with DIVIDED--The Days of Peleg.
Bow to the Image! Has the whole world gone mad? Or is there something wrong with a statue that speaks and the giant man who makes the people worship it? Peleg is virtually alone in his misgivings. Meanwhile, all the rest of Shinar follows the mighty hunter Nimrod in building a Tower to reach the gates of heaven and even the Ancient One Himself. Could the mysterious encounters and cruel whispers heard since the Tower Temple's construction lead to something good? To Peleg the matter is simple, find someone who remembers the truth, someone who still hears The Voice—before it's too late. So, Peleg embarks on a journey to learn the secrets his great ancestors Methuselah and Enoch knew. Little does Peleg realize, Enoch—the very one, taken so long ago to a dimension outside space and time—and his son Methuselah are both working just as fervently toward the same goal. With the aid of a wise, old King, the tales from the stones, and the "knowing" that burns, Peleg may be mankind's only hope to stop the darkness descending from the Tower. Never again will a Flood destroy the earth, the Ancient One promised—next time it will be Fire!
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Outside Time: Location—God’s Rest, Heaven’s Realm, Third Dimension
Enoch came to with a start. He looked around the spacious room. Tall cathedral walls lined with scrolls gleamed from floor to ceiling. He was back in his dwelling in God’s Rest surrounded by light, of course. He was becoming accustomed to The Light that was the foundation of Heaven’s Realm. Yet, this light was different. It appeared as large discs hovering and bouncing about the shelves. His eyes darted here and there trying to follow their movement, but they were too fast. He rubbed his eyes.
“Say there,” one disc said, “is this better, chum?”
The golden disc expanded into a starburst of blinding light and from its center, a being stepped out.
Enoch fell back, using one hand to stop his fall and the other to shade his eyes. “No!”
The pearly disc ricocheted off a couple of walls, exploded into a starburst of white light, which revealed another being moving toward him. This one had wings.
“Wait—no more treatments!” Enoch scooched backward on his bottom toward the corner and away from the shining figure.
“See Delmar,” Onami said, “I told you he has issues. It was good of the Beloved to send us to his aid.”
“He would be perfectly fine,” Delmar said, “if some people would not insist on making a grand entrance.”
Onami ignored the retort and lifted the man off the floor in one motion and held him out with both hands. Enoch’s feet dangled two feet from the floor. “What’s this about treatments?” He peered into Enoch’s eyes. “Say, you are looking well.” He turned the man from side to side. “Have you been with the ministering spirits? You have this glow about you—”
“Captain Onami!” Delmar said, “Put him down this instant!”
“Delmar,” Onami said, “Thank you for addressing me properly by my title. However, I don’t think you quite understand how this promotion thing works—”
“I understand that the greatest among us serves the weakest. How would you feel if a Cherubim held you up in the air and shook you about?”
“Touché,” Onami said. He lowered Enoch gently to the ground. “My deepest apologies.” Onami bowed on one knee, lowered his head, and waited.
“They are accepted,” Enoch said, massaging his tingling arms. “Please rise—you are Onami, right? For truth, I almost did not recognize you.”
Enoch stretched out his hand to touch the massive white wings. He jerked his hand back. The feathers were softer than down, but underneath the limb was hard as granite.
“Amazing, right?” Onami laughed and turned around. “I have been transformed by the Beloved.”
Delmar rolled his golden eyes. “Don’t mind him, Enoch. He’ll settle down eventually.”
“Friend, I see you’ve made quite the change yourself,” Onami said.
“What? Really?” Enoch stretched his arms out, examining them. “Well, they are glowing a bit more.”
“A bit? Go look in the pane,” Onami said. “You’re practically radiating!”
Enoch walked over to the pane and examined himself from head to foot. He could barely see his own facial features. Gentle white light pulsated from him. Just then, an arc with a vibrant purple hue formed over his head.
Both angels took one step back and lowered their heads.
“What?” Enoch said, swinging around. “What is it? Is there something wrong with me?”
“Nothing, at all,” Delmar said. “Something is right with you. The fear of the Ancient is upon you,” Delmar said, pointing to the purple arc.
“We must be about our tasks at once,” Onami said, his tone shifted. “We have been sent to escort you back to Adamah. The preparations given by the ministering spirits will aid you in traveling through the Second Heaven and the arc should ward off any attacks from the —”
“Attacks? The Beloved did not say anything about attacks. I am not sure—”
“Do not fear, son of Adam. We are well prepared to fight the enemy.”
“Enemy? For truth, would someone please tell me what is going on?”
“Enoch be at peace,” Delmar said gently. “All is well. We will escort you through the Second Heaven and safely back to Adamah in the First Dimension where you will complete your task. You are to deliver your garment to Methuselah, correct?”
“Correct,” Enoch sighed with relief.
“Lieutenant Delmar is absolutely correct Enoch.” Onami’s said with a broad grin. “You have nothing to fear. As we encounter the legions of Fallen Angels, patrolling the Second Heaven, I will be right at your side. And should we face the Powers themselves, Captain Azam will join us in battle.” He pulled a gleaming sword from the holster on his waist and thrust it high into the air, “It will be glorious!”
Delmar just stared at Onami.
Enoch’s glow paled. His arc wavered. A multitude of colors shot from his head and bounced off the walls like errant balls. Then, he collapsed.
“Thank you, Captain Onami,” Delmar said, catching the man before he hit the floor.
“What?” Onami shrugged. “Just carry him. He’ll be fine. He has the arc, right?”
Enoch gripped the garment tightly, squeezed his eyes shut, and tried not to grimace as the two Guardians lifted him into the air. He remained that way for quite a while, as the wind picked up around him.
“You can open your eyes now,” Onami teased. “We’re in the clear.”
“Agh!” Enoch shrieked. Instead of the grassy plains of Avenland he’d expected, he was surrounded by a glowing darkness illuminated with streaks of fire and voluminous clouds, exploding into a symphony of colors. “I thought you said everything was clear.”
Enoch shut his eyes again.
“It is clear and beautiful, is it not?” Onami asked.
“Enoch, please disregard my companion. He is unused to aiding those without the skill of flight—” Delmar began.
“What Delmar is really trying to say is that he is afraid of heights too.” Onami stifled a laugh. “I suppose I should have procured a chariot for the journey so you two would be more comfortable.”
“Like I was saying, Enoch,” Delmar said, turning his back on Onami, “if you focus on the wonders around you, instead of the sensation of movement, you will soon forget your fears.”
“Why did we have to travel through this? Couldn’t we just arrive in an instant?” Enoch asked. “That’s happened to me before.”
“When?” Onami asked. “Who told you about the portals?”
“I don’t know what a portal is—but the Beloved showed me this place once before, but it was different,” Enoch said. “Everything was still. I could observe many different wonders in a flash. I was not afraid then.”
“I see,” Delmar said, “the Beloved stopped the dimensions for you so you could easily observe them.”
“Yeah,” Onami said, “that’s above our clearance. We can’t freeze time or the dimensions. Only the Beloved, the Ancient One and the One Mind can do that—and maybe sometimes the Seven Spirits if instructed to do so.”
“What—Seven Spirits?” Enoch asked. He ducked to dodge a flaming asteroid that seemed to be heading straight for him.
Onami lost his grip on Enoch.
Enoch fell, screaming all the way.
Delmar rolled his eyes.
“Whoa there, little fella!” yelled Onami. He zoomed downward and caught Enoch by the collar, “Be still. As long as I am in contact with you, you will not fall, understand?”
Onami loosened his grip on Enoch’s robe, and placed a hand on his back. “Is that better?”
Enoch nodded again.
“I’m impressed, Captain,” Delmar said, “You are finally learning some manners.”
“Did you see that— did you see—?” Enoch asked, pointing behind him.
“That comet?” Onami offered. “Yes, we saw it. You know you don’t have to dodge the objects around us. You were perfectly safe the whole time.”
“But it was coming straight at me!” Enoch exclaimed.
“It was,” Delmar said with a gentle smile, “and before it came anywhere close to hitting you, it would have adjusted its path.”
“How?” Enoch asked. “It’s just an object—”
“Every object in this universe has been created by the Beloved,” Delmar said, “and everything yields to him. You are covered by His arc.” Delmar pointed to the glowing rim of purple still hovering just above Enoch’s head. “You are protected by the Fear of the Lord. Nothing would dare harm you.”
“Which is exactly why I did not procure a chariot like the protocol recommends,” Onami said. “This is a much more exciting way to experience Second Heaven.”
“Is this the Second Dimension?” Enoch asked, looking in the far distances for the first time. Indescribable beauty filled the black expanse. “How long will this journey take?”
“Yes, you are in the Second Dimension and no, it won’t take much longer,” Onami said. “We could have traveled faster, but I thought you might enjoy the scenic route. We’ll be passing through the constellations in the prophetic sphere near the heart of Orion soon. You might want to make a note of that.”
“What is a constellation?” Enoch asked.
“Onami, would you please refrain from bringing up topics the Beloved has not covered yet,” Delmar said, “Obviously, the human has not been trained to read the heavens yet.”
“How was I supposed to know he doesn’t know what a constellation is? That’s so basic. I am sure Adam knew. Didn’t he teach you any—?”
“Don’t worry, Enoch,” Delmar cut in, “I am sure the Beloved will fill in any gaps in your education in time. Until then, let’s just suffice it to say that the galaxies, stars, and planetary systems we are travelling through serve a dual purpose—they display the glory of the Ancient One and communicate His will.”
“I don’t hear anything,” Enoch said.
Delmar laughed. “The universe doesn’t speak in that way. After you are more developed in your preparations you should be able to hear its song.”
Enoch furrowed his brows.
Delmar sighed and tried again. “I don’t want to confuse you. Just know that the placement of the stars and planets is a language in and of itself. The patterns can be read.”
“Oh,” Enoch said, his countenance brightened. “Like a map?”
“In a manner of speaking,” Delmar said, “like a multi-dimensional map that changes over time based on triggers from—”
“Sorry to interrupt the lesson,” Onami said, “but we are no longer in the clear.”
Enoch jumped at the sight. “Praise the Light!”
Onami kept a firm hand on Enoch’s back with one hand. His other hand brandished a sword, glistening as bright as the heavens. He held it high.
Delmar disappeared. His form became so transparent, he blended perfectly with the void.
“Where did he go?” Enoch asked.
“Delmar is here. You just can’t see him.” Onami said curtly, “Do not address him or the others.”
“What others? I don’t see anyone—”
“Silence!” Onami commanded. “Up ahead.”
Enoch gazed at the expanse. A cluster of stars formed a band in the shape of a circle. The dazzling lights looked like diamonds, drifting in a sea of cloudy foam as white as fresh goat’s milk, tinted with mauve, purple, and cobalt blue. It pulsated and glowed golden in its center.
Onami continued travelling in a straight path toward the spiral.
Enoch was awestruck. “Amazing! It is so beautiful—”
It began to move.
He looked directly at one of the stars. It looked as if someone was standing in the center. It was a man! He had the appearance of a star, yes. But it was definitely a man.
Enoch squinted his eyes.
“Ah, Captain Onami what brings you to our humble abode?” the shining one asked. His face was beautiful and fierce. “And, what’s this—”
“The Beloved’s business is none of yours, so if you’ll excuse us, we’ll be on our way,” Onami said curtly.
“Oh, you’re on official business for His Highness, how interesting,” the shining star said. “But if this is the only business the Beloved has these days, it is pitiful indeed.” The Star Lord laughed.
“If the Beloved wanted to move a speck of dirt from one fingernail to the other it would be more important than anything you have to do,” Onami retorted and flared before he could contain himself. Every color of the rainbow splayed across the dark universe.
“How rude,” the Star Lord said, “I think someone has forgotten the protocol.”
“Indeed, he has Lord L,” the starry pink fireball said. From its mist, another star lord materialized from the gaseous vapor. Then another and another. Soon the expanse was filled with star lords with swords raised high. “We will teach this lesser to respect the Powers.”
“First, of all, you will address me as Lord L.” The Star Lord brandished a sword and thrust it so quickly toward Onami’s throat, Onami barely had time to block the blow.
“I will do no such thing, Satan,” Onami said through gritted teeth as he strained to keep the Star Lord’s sword at bay. “Now!” Onami whispered, looking to his right.
“Do you actually think that speck of dirt you are carrying can help you?” the Star Lord asked.
The Powers laughed, content to watch their leader toy with the lesser Elohim.
Enoch, who clung in stunned silence to Onami’s left wing, fell backward as the Star Lord forced Onami down to the lower position.
Onami focused his thoughts on the empty space to his right. “Delmar, what are you waiting for?”
Suddenly the Star Lord ducked, spun around Onami, and snatched Enoch from behind Onami’s wing.
Enoch immediately felt all his strength leave his body at the touch of that terrible starry light. Onami jabbed at the Satan, but it was a moment too late.
The Star Lord tossed Enoch like he was a rag into the midst of the gleaming men who stood in array against them.
“I tire of this game,” the Star Lord said. “Kill it.”
“Certainly, Lord L,” Another shining star caught Enoch and raised his blade toward Enoch’s heart. “Monkeys don’t belong off planet.”
Onami, with a flash of speed and agility, maneuvered around Satan and charged the Power who held Enoch in his grip.
Enoch reached for Onami as he saw Satan thrust his blade toward Onami’s back. “No!” he yelled, raising a hand as if he could stop the attack.
No sooner was the word out of Enoch’s mouth when the almost invisible purple arc around his head expanded, filling the dark expanse with intense purple light.
All the Powers froze.
Even, the Star Lord was immobilized in mid-flight.
Out of nothing, an impressive figure appeared. The outline of dark hair and fair skin was barely visible underneath his golden armor and brilliant countenance.
“Excuse me, for interrupting your journey,” the being said, pointing behind him, “Captain Azam noticed you forgot to bring the chariot for your escort and asked to deliver it to you.”
Onami was able to regain his composure enough to bow deeply. “My deepest gratitude General Michael.”
Enoch gasped awestruck, suspended in black space, not sure why he wasn’t falling.
A golden vessel with plush seats glided into the space before him. Inside it sat another gleaming one whose dark skin was almost completely covered with weapons. Knives, daggers, swords, axes, scimitars, and several other sharp objects that Enoch could not identify seemed to be at one with the being, and he looked like he wanted to use them—all.
“Captain Azam,” Onami said with another deep bow, “many thanks.” He hopped inside the chariot next to the armed being. Enoch snapped out of his daze long enough to follow suit, finding a space behind Onami.
“As for you, Satan,” General Michael said to the Star Lord. “You and your subordinates may roam freely in this dimension, provided you submit to the protocol. If not, you’ll have to answer to the Beloved at the Seat of Council.”
The Star Lord seethed but didn’t move. He could not. The purple haze that bound him also surrounded the chariot and everyone inside.
“Please, be on your way.” General Michael said with a wave of his hand toward the vehicle, which sent them careening forward, far away from the star lords who vanished back into the milky haze.
For a while no one spoke. They all rode in silence, content to stare into the beautiful dark expanse.
Enoch squirmed in his seat, although it was extremely comfortable, growing concerned over the situation. He opened his mouth to ask, “What happened back there? Where is Delmar? Doesn’t anyone care?” Then, thought better of it.
Captain Azam didn’t look like he was in the mood for conversation.
Onami hummed a little tune, which helped him ignore Enoch and avoid Captain Azam’s dark gaze.
Enoch held back his questions as long as he could, until finally he couldn’t take it anymore. He had to know. “What happened to Delmar?” Enoch asked, once they left the milky spiral far behind.
Just then Delmar faded into form in the seat next to him—emerging from starry night into a transparent figure, and finally into a golden man and said, “And that’s why we are supposed to take a chariot.