TAKEN--A Metaphysical Fantasy Audio Drama

DIVIDED: #24 - Before the Throne & Epilogue

May 06, 2021 V. Morrow Season 2 Episode 24
TAKEN--A Metaphysical Fantasy Audio Drama
DIVIDED: #24 - Before the Throne & Epilogue
Show Notes Transcript

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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Chapter 24 – Before the Throne

 

Outside Time: Location—Department of Progressions, Heaven’s Realm, Third Dimension. 

Enoch sat, unable to wrench his gaze from Eye 1704. He watched Medici and sebassi were rushing into the chamber room at El Tevah, trying to aide Tiph’arah and Naamah who lay in a heap on the floor. Enoch saw Methuselah hovering over them, gently explaining what happened to Naamah’s mother, Zillah, and her brother, Tubal-Cain. 

Father Lamech argued with Captain Semjaza and Hazazel, who had partially recovered from their wounds.

The entire Seti of Nod was unsettled by Naamah’s second death.

Another “divine” woman was birthing a childling.

The people wanted answers. 

Meanwhile, the Nephilim ate—everything.

Finally, Enoch looked away, unnerved by the scenes on Eye 1704. “Are they to be punished?” he asked the Beloved. “Why is Tiph’arah appearing before the Council and not Naamah? Is Onami in trouble? He didn’t really do anything—” 

“Silence,” the Beloved said. “Come.” 

Immediately, Enoch was whisked to the Seventh Dimension again. 

His knees trembled this time. 

The Beloved was not gentle and smiling any more. He became a Pillar of Fire, appearing like burnished brass as he approached the Throne. 

“What say You?” The Father’s voice thundered and filled the Throne room with lightening. 

The floor quaked. 

Tiph’arah lay in a heap, crying uncontrollably and trembling. 

Onami, Delmar, and Azam lay prostrate before the Throne. 

“My fury has subsided,” the Pillar said, placing his flaming sword back in its hilt. Slowly, the flame turned to bright, blinding white light, then to a golden glow. The glow paled to pure blue light so transparent Enoch could see flickering patterns swirl throughout it.

Why, they are words! Enoch was so shocked he almost spoke the revelation out loud. The Beloved was made of words of light! Peace filled the room. 

Tiph’arah stopped crying, although she didn’t move. 

Enoch could hear all the questions in her mind, but he dared not answer. 

The Word walked to the right hand of the Ancient One and sat on His throne. “The Progression has been restored. Appear,” the Word spoke. 

Immediately, Enoch, Onami, Delmar, Azam and Tiph’arah were whisked to the feet of The Word. “What do you have to say for yourself?” 

The question brought Tiph’arah standing on her feet, directly in front of the Word. Her mouth opened, but no sound came out. 

The Council chuckled. 

Tiph’arah still looked terrified. 

“You are standing before the Throne of Grace,” The Word said, “There is no fear of judgment here.” 

Tiph’arah started crying. 

Enoch relaxed.

“The Wicked One’s deception has been sufficiently delayed—because of you.” 

Tiph’arah was in shock. Her mouth parted, but still, no words came out. 

More laughter came—from the Father this time. The chamber filled with laughter from the Council. 

“Don’t you be fooling us now with the silent treatment,” the Beloved said, imitating Tiph’arah’s speech perfectly. 

“She is quiet the saucy one, is she not,” the One Mind said. “She knows how to get a point across.”

“She does indeed,” the Father agreed. He turned to the Word and spoke, “She is every bit the daughter I always wanted. Will there be many more like her?”

Tiph’arah looked up and gazed in awe at the One on the Throne. Something about that Voice was familiar. “Hidden Father?” she whispered. 

“Yes, daughter. I AM.” 

Her face filled with joy. Love cascaded through her entire being and light from the Father, The Beloved and the One Mind overflowed from the top of her head to the tips of her toes.

The Beloved said, “There shall be many more like this one.” He smiled at Tiph’arah and continued, “and like that one too,” he said pointing at Enoch. “But each, one-of-a-kind.” 

“Good,” the Father said. And with that word, the Beloved turned pure, pale blue. Symbols swirled through His frame once more.

The Council nodded in agreement.

The Word rose from His Throne and approached the girl. He pulled the sword from his hip and held it out. “You like these don’t you?”

Tiph’arah nodded profusely. 

“This is yours.” He placed the sword in her outstretched hands, “because you loved My will more than your life.” 

Tiph’arah was crying again now. 

“You are sent as a witness of this place,” the Beloved said. “Tell Father Adam and Mother Eve and all those in the Paradise of Sheol—when the Seed comes and the victory is won, you will return and fight for Me.”  

The Council agreed in unison, “Selah.”

As for you, the Beloved said in a more serious tone, “Approach.” Onami, Delmar and Azam appeared instantly at the Beloved’s feet. 

Onami slowly opened his eyes and raised his head. He breathed a sigh of relief. He too was at the Throne of Grace. 

“Because you followed your heart, you accessed the Wisdom that goes beyond understanding and prepared this daughter to fulfill her destiny. You are commanded to train this woman for The Battle.” 

Onami quickly suppressed his grin and the shout for joy, but not before the Council broke out in peals of laughter again. 

“I do admire enthusiasm,” the Father said. 

“Indeed,” the One Mind said, “It is what makes life grand, is it not?”

“I propose that he continues her training as needed in between supervising his company on Adamah and his patrol in the 2nd heavens.” 

Onami’s eyes widened. His wings stood out in resplendent beauty. Every color of the rainbow emanated from his being. “Does this mean—” 

“I hereby, promote Captain Onami of the Alpha Company to Power, with all the rights and privileges of that station.” 

Onami bowed, streams of light flushed his face. 

“As for you,” the Beloved said with a stern tone. “Appear.” 

Like the two people before him, Delmar appeared at the feet of the Beloved. He prepared himself to hear what he expected and spoke, “Lord, thank you for your grace. I am pleased to continue to serve under Captain Onami.”

“Is that so?” The Beloved raised a brow.

“He is most humble, is he not?” the One Mind said. 

“A fine example of Our character. If all our sons had displayed this quality, the Rebellion would never have been,” said the Father.

Delmar dared to raise his head at the kind words spoken. The first thing he saw was the Beloved’s smile. 

“Captain Delmar, loyalty like yours is hard to find indeed. A friend loyal unto death who chooses love and never envies—that is what we all need.” 

Delmar beamed. He jumped, startled by the transformation. Two voluminous golden wings now protruded from Delmar’s back.

“Selah,” the Council spoke in unison. 

“You have outdone Yourself, Beloved,” the One Mind said. “They are the perfect expression of a heart so true.” 

The Beloved nodded. “Thank You. Captain Delmar will need them to fulfill his commission on Adamah and as a Power in the 2nd Heaven as well. I propose Captain Onami and Captain Delmar patrol sector Tau, near the Orion cluster. Together they will demonstrate the zeal, wisdom, and loyalty I expect from the hosts in my army. 

Delmar bowed deeply. “Thank you, my Lord.” 

“And last, but not least, Captain Azam,” the Beloved said, “Appear.” 

Captain Azam stood at attention at the Beloved’s feet. 

The Beloved rose from his Throne and approached the only Guardian gleaming with such a deep blue light he appeared black. As the Beloved walked toward Azam, He transformed again, this time into a fierce warrior in full battle gear—complete with swords, shield, dagger, a breastplate, and a numerous assortment of weapons. 

“As Lord of Hosts,” the Beloved said, “I pronounce you as one who prevails against evil. You have fought the Wicked One twice and won.”

The Beloved swung His sword swift and strong at Azam. 

Azam immediately parried the strong blow with one of his own, as was the tradition for an officer advancing to General. Azam held his ground until the Beloved spoke again.

“You have saved many a son with your foresight and resolve,” said the Lord of Hosts. “You will now report directly to the Seven Spirits for training.” 

Azam dropped his sword immediately and prostrated himself. “My Lord,” Azam said simply.

The Beloved nodded as General Michael appeared in the Chamber with the Seven Spirits, ready to receive their recruit. 

Enoch watched everything transpire and felt the tell-tale signs of weakness in his knees. He thought, “I will be needing many adjustments indeed after this display.” An array of colors flew from Enoch’s head and bounced around the Throne Room, ricocheting off the walls. 

The Beloved laughed. “Father, I propose that We obtain another in the fashion of this man to help with the correction of Progression 1704.”

“Agreed,” the Father said, imitating the diction of the girl Tiph’arah perfectly. “This work be too taxing for the young one.” 

The Throne Room filled once more with laughter. 

Even Enoch laughed at himself, glad to be part of the joy, until he finally collapsed. 

The Beloved held up a hand. 

The two flames appeared and scooped up the young one from the floor. 

“Tsk, tsk,” the Violet flame said, shaking its head, “Doesn’t the man know better than to laugh himself silly.”  

“Indeed,” the Blue Flame responded. “It is one thing to be prepared for strength. That is simple. But to prepare oneself for joy—well that is something altogether other.” 

The Violet flame said, “Speaking of other— The Beloved did promise that many more of these will come. Do you think they will be able to handle this much joy?” 

The Blue Flame paused for a moment, thinking. “They will have to. You know very well His Word never returns void.”

 

Epilogue

 

Enoch sat in his favorite chair in the Department of Progressions. He spun around a couple of times, thoroughly satisfied with his progress. It was a fine thing to see your children and even your children’s children doing so well.

“Should I write the details of my findings here?” Enoch asked.

 The Beloved responded, while still gazing on Eye 1704, “No, I have about 40 appointed scribes placed throughout Purpose 1208 in successive generations who will ensure the Code is maintained for the Seed and his offspring. I apologize for the secrecy of their identity, but The One Mind assures me this is necessary to protect their lives and safeguard the veracity of the document from that Wicked One.”

“Well, I will just make a notation here of where the details can be found. What is the book called?” Enoch asked.

“I call it The Book. They will call it The Bible,” the Beloved explained. “The original is stored here in the Hall Archives along with The Book of Life. The One Mind will ensure accurate copies of the original are made available on Adamah. Unfortunately, that Wicked One stole a copy of the early scrolls in progress before he was banished. Already, he has prepared false books to confuse the offspring of The Seed.” 

“How will they know they have the right Book?” Enoch asked.

“Simple,” the Beloved said. “The right book will say that the Seed (Word) was with God in the beginning and the Word has come in the flesh.”

“Will the people know their path has been altered?” Enoch asked.

The Beloved chuckled. “Most don’t. But some sensitive ones will experience what they call in later times ‘Déjà vu.’”

“What is that?” Enoch asked. 

The Beloved smiled. “It is the feeling that you have already done what you are currently doing before.” He continued as he took a seat next to Enoch and peered into Eye1704. “Déjà vu experiences indicate that a reconciliation has occurred, to put that derivative back on his or her original course.” 

“What?” Enoch asked.

 The Beloved laughed. “Let’s just say that when a person has a déjà vu, their original destiny has been restored.” He continued talking as he swiped his hand across Eye 1704, moving it far into the future. “Remember I mentioned the last Great Separation at the end of the age to you?”

“Yes,” Enoch said. He repeated the prophecy from the Code from memory—

“Behold the Lord comes with ten thousands of your saints, to execute judgment on all, to convict all who are ungodly among them of all their ungodly deeds which they have committed in an ungodly way, and of all the harsh things which ungodly sinners have spoken against You.”

 “Well, it’s time,” the Beloved said.

“Time for what?” Enoch asked.

“It’s time for you to return as My Witness,” the Beloved said. “I would never send judgment without first sending a warning.”

“You will go and warn the people to repent before I return,” the Beloved said.

“Great,” Enoch said, feeling anything but great. 

“Cheer up,” the Beloved said. “You will return to Heaven’s Realm. The mission is only for 1,260 days. You will be back at your desk in no time.”

“Great,” Enoch said. His feelings had not changed. “You’ve seen the future in Eye 1704, right? I mean things are really different than when I lived on Adamah. In fact, they don’t even call it Adamah anymore, they call it earth. You see, it’s things like that which make me not the best fit for the end of days.”

The Beloved seemed amused.

 “I’m just not sure how effective I can be declaring judgment and calling down fire to a perverse generation.”

The Beloved raised his eyebrow. “You did it before.”

“Yeah, well I guess that is technically true,” Enoch stammered.

“How about I get you some help?” the Beloved said. “We have a policy here that everything needs to be confirmed by at least two or three witnesses anyway.”

“How about this one?” The Beloved called him over to Eye 1704. “Would he be suitable?” 

Enoch leaned toward the Panel and zoomed in. 

He and the Beloved observed silently as the scene unfolded before them. 

A lone man stood at the top of a plateau crying out, “Where are your gods? Have they not answered you? Are they asleep?” 

Across from him stood hundreds of men chanting and crying before an image. Before the image was an altar with the slain animal on top.

“Ho, what’s this?” Enoch asked. “I thought Peleg destroyed that image.”

“Indeed, he did,” the Beloved said, “but that Wicked One has deceived men again, bringing it back in a different form.”

“I see.” Enoch turned his attention back to the screen. 

The lone man said, “Now I will call on my God, and He will answer!”  

The man instructed the workers to drench the altar, the sacrifice, and the wood with water.

After buckets and buckets of water doused the altar and its contents, the man finally called out to his God. 

Fire fell from the sky, consuming the sacrifice and the altar! 

“I like him,” Enoch said. “When can he start?”

“Those are My sentiments exactly,” the Beloved said.

“I will have Captain Onami and Captain Delmar fetch him in a chariot.”

“Good.” Enoch waved a hand over the panel. The streets of Heaven’s Realm appeared again.

“By the way,” Enoch said, “What is his name?” 

The Beloved turned and smiled, “Elijah. His name is Elijah.”