The Master of Chaos – XVII

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Ivan worked 20-hour days in the first six months of his presidency. A career politician who had never taken a wife, he lived for the job. He was curiously one of the good guys though, devoted to giving a better life to all Russians (his brothers) before he died. Vladimir worked from his office tirelessly also, seeming never to get burned out, and yet still having time to devote to his beautiful wife Sasha and twin boys, Damien and Drago.

Ivan looked at his watch, it was half past ten in the evening, Friday night and he knew it was time to pack it in. He rang a secure line to Vladimir’s office and Vlad picked it up on the first ring, Das? Ivan asked Vlad to come by his office if he had a few moments, and Vlad gladly complied, stating that he was just finishing things up for the night and was about ready to head for home. Five minutes later the president’s security detail announced Vlad’s arrival and Ivan told them to allow him in. Vlad entered followed by two of the president’s secret service detail, and Ivan held his hand up and asked them to wait outside. They both looked slightly nonplussed, but curtly nodded and then complied, closing the door behind them.

Ivan shook Vlad’s hand vigorously, smiling broadly as he pulled the man into an embrace. We have reason to celebrate, my comrade, I have just received commitments of peace between Georgia and South Ossetia. South Ossetia’s governor has agreed to the terms of a peace agreement with Georgia, and has agreed to come under their rule while maintaining their own statehood, I will be meeting with them on Monday for the signing, I wanted you to be the first to know. Vlad was ecstatic, Ivan’s agenda’s had always been his agenda too, he could not have been happier with the news. Ivan walked over to the cabinet and withdrew that same old bottle of cognac that they had toasted their decision to unite. He poured them both a glass and they retired to the comfortable leather couch before the huge fireplace in Ivan’s office to sip the warm liquid and savor the victory.

Ivan began with loosening his tie, looking slightly uncomfortable and then he asked Vlad if it seemed hot in the room to him, Vlad just shook his head. Ivan then said he didn’t feel well and he struggled to remove his suit jacket, while Vlad continued to sip his drink calmly. Ivan struggled to get off of the couch, spilling his drink on the floor, which caused Vlad to frown; the rug would definitely have to be replaced. Ivan hit the floor hard as Vlad shot down the last of his drink and stood, watching Ivan flopping on the floor like a fish removed from water. Vlad worked his face into a panic and called the secret service loudly as the doors flew open in a panic, men rushing inside with their guns drawn. He explained that the President had fallen ill suddenly as they began practicing EMS on him, trying to make him comfortable. Vlad stood back with a look of horror on his face as paramedics rushed in with the Kremlin’s own doctor and began to assess the President. Vlad was the only one in the room who knew what had happened to the President, and that is why he didn’t worry about them saving him. For he knew that the President had just popped a major artery in his brain, he would be dead of the aneurysm when the ambulance arrived.

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Tim thought he was a cowboy of sorts; he wore the hat, the jeans and the boots, the only thing that didn’t match his cowboy look was the yellow Ferrari he drove. He sat in the bar and people watched while he nursed a vodka martini, a taste he had acquired by watching others who had money, he drank what they drank. He had learned that there wasn’t much if anything that having a ton of money wouldn’t buy. While he was thinking about it, he got up and went into the men’s room he knew so well, and chose the handicapped stall. He carried a solid gold miniature spoon with his kit now, and he scooped a heaping load out and snorted it up, then went in for a second and a third, rubbing a little of the coke on his gums for effect before he went back to his spot at the bar. The euphoria of the rush was there as he sauntered back out to his stool, the barkeep Linda looking at him out of the corner of her eye as she stood polishing glasses. She gave him a knowing look and slowly began to shake her head back and forth at him as if in pity. Who did she think she was to pity him, he thought, he could buy this place and fire her, she was just a bartender after all. His anger burned as he picked up his martini and shot it down as quickly as he could, the whole while staring her down hotly. Who did she think she was to judge him, he knew that was what she was doing, he had seen it in her eyes. He could destroy her, he thought hotly. He was so mad, but there were tears running down his cheeks, how could that be? How could he be so mad and yet still be crying? He threw some money on the bar and staggered out the door, headed for his car.

He sat behind the wheel of the sports car and watched the police cruiser drive slowly by, the officers scanning the parking lot of he lounge with their eyes. He was sure he had enough money to buy them off too, but you never knew with a cop. He placed a hand on each side of his head and slammed his forehead into the steering wheel, he just wanted to feel something, he had felt numb for a long time now. He didn’t feel like he was even the same guy he used to be anymore, Carrie had left a month ago and moved in with her mom. She said it was a “trial separation”, but he was afraid it was over. He flipped the visor down where there was a picture of her and the kids before the money. He thought about how happy they had been when they had nothing, and about how the money would buy anything he could imagine, except happiness. He got out of the Ferrari and looked down at it with loathing. He leaned back and kicked the driver’s side door with his pointed boots as hard as he could, leaving a nasty dent behind. He kicked again, higher this time and smashed out the driver’s side window, bringing a smile to his face, the first in months. He then lifted his leg and kicked backwards with his boot heel through the low windshield, causing it to shatter but sending him to the ground on his tail. He lay on the ground laughing hysterically at the irony of the situation, so he swung around on his back and kicked hard into the side of the car again, further ruining the body as people leaving the bar looked at him as though he had gone insane. He got up and then walked toward them saying, “Who wants a Ferrari, free of charge”? He tossed the keys to a young man and said, “it’s yours, I will even pay for the repairs, just come by the address on the registration and I will sign the title over to you, no strings”. Then he kept walking down the sidewalk, past a sleeping homeless man leaned up against the outside of a building. As he passed the man he dropped a gold Rolex watch into the mans lap and kept going, he was going to try to get his life back.  God Bless-JFT

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The Master of Chaos – XVI

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Carrie and Tim stared at the television in disbelief, then looked again at the numbers at the ticket the Tim held. They had written them down when the Big Lotto woman had read them odd as the balls had settled, but they just couldn’t wrap their mind around the implications of what this meant. Tim had found a winning lottery ticket that had just won the four state lottery, the jackpot was one of the largest in history, 372 million. They began to jump up and down when they realized that they had really won it, and then they began to plan. They needed to keep it as quiet as they could, they didn’t want anybody knowing that absolutely did not have to know, because they didn’t want their door being beaten down by people who wanted a chunk. They needed to think, they would enjoy some of it, but they would not let the money change them in any way, it was so easy to do, they saw it on reality shows and the like all the time. They knew they needed to stay grounded and keep their wits about them, what a blessing this was going to be in their life.

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FOUR MONTHS LATER:

Samantha has become one of the crowd at the NYSE, although the other traders have noticed that she keeps to herself more or less. Little do they know that she looks up at the board each day and chooses which stocks are going to do well and decides how much they will increase, all she has to do is will them to rise and they do. The DOW has increased by 2800 points over the last 4 months, bringing record gains to the middle class section of the country, by far the largest make-up. The other traders have no understanding of what is going on, many of their investors who were not diversified into the growing stocks are angry because their financial planners didn’t give them a heads up on the coming boom. No one gets it; the stocks just rose, without good profit reports, without record sales in their industries, they just rose. Samantha plays along with the other traders when it is time for shoptalk, but she just chuckles inside. She is so glad that Sartan chose her for this job, the square footage in her new place was going up by the day.

As the markets improved, consumer confidence improved also, and people began to spend more money. Folks began to spend money on the luxuries in life that they wouldn’t spring for when money was tight, they began to buy boats, RV’s and take big vacations. Many people began to look at upgrading into better homes than the ones they had been living in for some time, those who didn’t have homes began to look into buying. One of Samantha’s comrades was also working at the FED, and had his fingers in the interest rates, which were at an all time low, the banks were also beginning to loosen up and loan money freely again, of course, her comrades were behind that also. America was booming again and it was about time, people needed to start chasing that American dream again, and she was here to make it happen.

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Ivan Popov still couldn’t believe it was over, the election was held and it wasn’t even close, there were not even any recounts needed, which had become a mainstay in Russian politics, he had won in a landslide, with Vladimir as his running mate. The only thing left to do was to appoint a Prime Minister, and Ivan had made the decision to appoint Dimitri Reshenko, Vladimir’s assistant. He was a decorated military veteran retiring to become involved in politics. Ivan had watched him throughout the campaign and grown to admire his loyalty and tireless work ethic, Russia was headed for better days.

Ivan and Vladimir had two more weeks of transition before they were sworn in and took office as President and Vice President of Russia. The doors to Ivan’s office were opened and the press began to pour in for the press briefing that was to follow. Both men were perfectly dressed in Italian cut suits of exquisite quality, looking as though they had just stepped out of an Armani commercial. As the questions came one by one, the men fielded them as the professional politicians that they were, little did Ivan know he was the lesser of the two.

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Seven months have passed now since Tim and Carrie won the huge lottery, they took the payout which was a little under 200 million, which actually bothered them a lot, they felt like the government was ripping them off, they had won 372 Mil after all. People had found out though, charities came knocking and they were somewhat generous to a point. They did move to a huge country estate, which they paid for, and Tim’s old pickup had been replaced with a brand new fancy one. Carrie traded her Hyundai in for a Range Rover, and then Tim reasoned that they should have a car for fun, just for fun. They had the money now, it wasn’t like they were hurting anymore, so she had agreed and he had gone out and bought a Ferrari sports car. They spent and spent, and their balance didn’t even seem to lower, they were so rich.

They had both been excited initially when they had quit their jobs, they were both going to be full time parents now. They took the kids with them and went on two pricey cruises, seeing much of the world. They saw the sights, and enjoyed the new experiences, but there was something missing.

One Sunday, as they sat in church the pastor spoke about tithing again, what was it with this guy, it seemed he was always trying to get between Tim and his wallet. Tim stewed in the church as he thought what 10% of 200 million would be, that pastor seemed to be looking right at them too. He was a money-hungry bloodsucker just like all the rest, only concerned with building a bigger church so he could raise his salary, maybe get a new Lincoln. Tim stood angrily and said “let’s go Carrie” as they stormed out of the church. Why did it have to always have to come down to the money, he thought, did they think this stuff grew on trees? He didn’t need to sit in a pew to believe in God, and he certainly didn’t have to throw all he had at the church either, he had given 100 thousand to them when he got the payout, and they never even acknowledged it.

Tim began to spend more and more time away from home, and he began to drink a lot, often driving his Ferrari home when he was well over the limit. He needed a rush, he had all this money, but the initial thrill was gone, and he just wanted it back. An acquaintance at the bar he went too asked him if he wanted to try some blow, you know, some coke. It was the beginning of a long and costly love affair.

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The four of them were sitting on a cloud, Kennady, Ivy, Brooke and Lauren, watching what was happening down below. Michael was with them, and he knew their thoughts. I know it is hard to watch, but we have to stand down, our time will come as is written in the Word of God and the Lamb has already begun to break the seals, but we must wait. The four of them just nodded their understanding, and then they rolled over on their backs with their hands behind their heads and looked up instead of down, sometimes it was best to just look away.  God Bless-JFT

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The Master of Chaos – XV

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The absence of Lucifer’s demons upon the face of the earth had been a blessing to the souls that dwelled there. The church had grown mostly unhindered for some time now, although man is still always sinful in nature, there was a definite difference when there was no one there to push him across the line. Heaven knew it was only temporary, and those faithful to the Lord who studied His Word knew it wouldn’t last, but much of the rest of the world had become comfortable. Comfort is always dangerous.

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     Samantha Turner was so excited to be starting her new job today, dressed to the nines in a top of the line woman’s power suit from Sak’s, she entered the trader access tunnel that few actually know about. She showed her credentials as a trader and smiled at the security as he allowed her to pass through the turn-style into the New York Stock Exchange. As she walked onto the trading floor for the first time, she couldn’t help but think it was much smaller than she had imagined, the times she had seen it on television there was always a flurry of activity, and it seemed stadium like. She looked around at the monitors all around the room that had yet to be turned on for the day, and at the cables strung everywhere and thought again that it was a bit of a let down. The place looked to be held together with tie wraps and duct tape, once again she couldn’t help but be a bit disappointed, it certainly didn’t look like the room that determined the economies of every nation on the earth, but it was. Samantha knew that what happened in this room affected the stock exchanges and economies of every country in the world. “Samantha Turner” she heard and she turned to see a balding man in his late fifties. After introductions, he showed her to her workspace and helped her to get set up, then looked up at the clock on the wall and told her she had six minutes before the trading bell rang. Adrenaline surged through her veins as she prepared for her first day on the trading floor.

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Vladimir Petrovski was shown into the high security office of the candidate who was going to be running for office against the incumbent president of Russia. His assistant Dimitri Reshenko following close behind. Vladimir shook hands with Ivan Popov as they greeted one another, and then they sat and got right down to business. The country has been waiting for Ivan to announce who his new running mate will be ever since his previous selection passed away unexpectedly of an aneurysm a month ago. Ivan has been surveying all of the regional leaders throughout Russia, and Vladimir’s politics seem to closely mirror those of his own. Vladimir has been a governor in Siberia for one term, and has made sweeping changes for the better already in that short time.

Vladimir explains that he believes the government should work for the people, not the other way around as it has always been in the past. The changes he has made have been to empower the people and give them freedom, the freedom that has been promised ever since the perestroika era with Gorbachev and Reagan. Ivan smiles, “The hardliners keep trying to take our country back over, if they had their way, we would go back to the rule of the Tsar’s. I want to take Russia to a level of freedom and productivity that has never been seen in recent history. I would like for our children to be proud of our country, as the American children are proud of their country, not for their nuclear or military might, but for the good they do in the world. Vladimir and Dimitri both smiled warmly at the would-be president’s idealism; it was just what Vladimir was counting on. “I believe we have the same goals sir, I would like to hear more of your plan.

     The threesome sat in Ivan’s office until late at night going over plans and ideas, agreeing and laughing at times. A kinship was building between the pair as the night wore on. Finally, Ivan asked Vladimir if he would consider being his running mate? Vladimir gladly accepted and Ivan went to a cabinet and removed a bottle of very old cognac, reserved for very special occasions and poured the three of them a drink. “A toast, to our success” said Ivan, and they all clinked glasses and drank. Ivan then sat his glass down, and said, “We are beginning late since my former running mate passed away, so there is much to do if we are still going to have a chance at the Kremlin. Let us go to our homes and get a good nights sleep, be finely dressed and meet back here tomorrow morning at 10am, and I will make the press release. Our work will be nonstop from this point on until the election, so enjoy your sleep tonight, for tomorrow we work”.

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Tim stood at the gas pump and his mind wandered, he thought about church this morning and how it had really hit home with him. He had never thought about things so deeply before, never really stopped to think about eternity, it was all he could do to pay the bills week to week. But now he couldn’t help but think about it, what if we do have eternal souls, what if there are a hell, and a heaven? Carrie had suggested they start going, and he hadn’t wanted to, but now they all really liked it, and the kids too. He topped off the tank and got the receipt, internally choking again at the total to fill the tank. They were so broke, and the economy was killing them, when would it let up. As he walked around to get into his truck, a breeze blew something into his leg, and he looked down to see a scrap of paper sticking to it. He picked it up and prepared to crunch it up and toss it into the wastepaper basket when he noticed it was a lottery ticket from the four state Big Lotto game. He didn’t usually play, but only occasionally when the jackpot got huge. Looking at the ticket, Tim noticed it was for the drawing that was that evening, the drawing hadn’t occurred yet; the ticket was still in play. He smiled and placed it on the dash, thinking about how cool it would be if it were a winner, what a blessing that would be. As he drove for home, he couldn’t help but think that God was shining down on them more and more since they had begun to go to church.

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Samantha looked up at the stocks boards, and although they appeared almost to be in a different language to someone who doesn’t understand them, she did not fall into that category. To her, they were elementary; she understood them better than anyone standing in this room. She knew which stocks made up the vast majority of the nations mutual funds, which of course determined whether or not the middle class was struggling or coasting, and she watched them. As she watched from her workstation, those chosen sets of stocks began to rise, as did the clamor of the traders around her. By the end of the day the DOW closed 476 points higher, a new record for stock increases within a day, and it was just Monday. As the traders walked out at the end of the day and began to nervously light up cigarettes once they were clear of the building, they began to worry, they knew tomorrow would carry triple digit losses, that is just how the market works, they reasoned. There is no way it will sustain that gain. Samantha smiled inwardly as she hopped on the subway and headed for her new apartment, she begged to differ with the other traders about what the market would do.            God Bless-JFT

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The Master of Chaos – XIV

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The demons all sat in the huge stadium size conference room; they were amazed at the changes that had taken place since they had last been here. There was no longer a red glow to the room, the walls were no longer rough stone; the seating hardened lava, but leather cushions instead. The walls were painted hunter green and there was carpeting everywhere. There was also cool air being ducted in from somewhere, it was pure euphoria. They stared around wide eyed at all of the new and comfortable things, and they liked it, they didn’t know what was coming, but it must be good.

Sartan and Graelon were in human form, and were very handsome at that, Sartan a handsome dark haired man who appeared to be in his early thirties, and Graelon handsome and built like an athlete, tanned and graying at his temples, appearing to be early forties. Lucifer sat in a large throne off to the left and allowed them to conduct the meeting. After everyone was seated and settled, Sartan raised his hands and called for quiet, and the demons complied. He quickly outlined that Lucifer had given him authority to do anything he wished, and that Graelon was his 2nd in command. Of course Lucifer would always be the master, and if he gave someone an order it was to be followed, but from here on out, Sartan would be calling the shots.

 There would be big changes coming, beginning with how we operate in every way, shape and form. Any ideas will be considered and merely need be brought to his attention. Our focus will no longer be overt chaos as it had been in the past, but passive, in a more positive way. We are going to grow our yield beyond anything you have ever imagined, but we are going to do it by changing our tactics.

 There will also be an incentive to each and every demon for performance, it will now pay you all personally to be top performers, there will be recreation. Your self-image will also change, no longer will you be in your true form, but you shall all be transformed into beautiful or handsome human forms. Lucifer has agreed to new living quarters for you all, small apartments which will have cool air and comfortable furniture, no longer will you be forced to rest in extinct lava tubes, you will all have your own homes. They are already built and awaiting your occupancy. There was a great roar from the crowd as Sartan grinned and held his hands up for them to be calm. As you perform, and you reach milestones in your career, you will receive a better home, larger with more amenities. Again the crowd roared, louder and longer this time as Graelon stepped up next to Sartan and held his hands up to calm the group. Sartan continued, I have put together a plan with the aid of the master and my friend Graelon here for how we can turn the tide in our favor. You will find note pads and pencils under each of your seats, as we begin please take notes, because we have a lot of ground to cover. The demons were all eager now, and they reached down and got the tablet and pencil and got ready as Graelon began to speak.

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Brooke went to the temple in Heaven, it was always an awesome sight to behold, there was no way you could show anything but complete humility before God. She could tell things were accelerating though, that changes were coming. The Alpha and the Omega’s throne sat in the center, and the thrones of the 24 elders of Heaven encircled His. They were always praising God and falling prostrate before Him and so were the four living creatures that stood around the throne. They had many eyes all over their bodies, and each had six wings, and they constantly sang “‘Holy, holy, holy

is the Lord God Almighty, who was, and is, and is to come.”

Brooke bowed prostrate before the Lord and offered up prayers of praise to Him, She could feel the Holy Spirit of the Alpha and the Omega flooding her soul as she praised Him. She looked up for a moment, and He was actually looking at her, eye to eye. She quickly bowed again in a show of reverence and it was then that she heard Him speak to her soul. “Brooke, do you know that I am always with you? I am with you day and night; I know the number of the hairs of your head, and the feathers of your wings. When you find yourself in a place of doubt or trouble, summon me and I will come, I will never leave you alone. You will stand in a place of great importance in the fulfillment of the scriptures, throw off all doubt and know whose you are, a child, servant and warrior of the Alpha and the Omega”. Brooke was stunned, she had never spoken to God personally, so she looked up again into His eyes, and he once again made eye contact with her, then nodded once affirming what He had said. Tears filled Brooke’s eyes to know what a wonderful God she served, a God who cared about her personally. Brooke bowed prostrate again before her God in praise, and then she felt someone take her hand, she looked off to her side and saw that it was Kennady, bowing prostrate next to her, they squeezed hands and continued to praise God.

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Gabriel sat in the comfortable chairs in the lounge area at the flower farm and talked with Lauren. They drank the delicious latte’s that the attendant made for them as they engaged in small talk. Finally, Gabriel said “I know you are wondering why you are here, am I right”? Lauren was quiet for a moment, and then said “I guess so, but mine is not to question, but to serve”. Gabriel smiled at her reply and said “Our God has seen all of the battles you have been in protecting your charges and how hard you work. You are a strong warrior, and you are strong in the Spirit, you are already strong in compassion for others, in short your training is complete. Your assignment here is just merely meant to be a time of rest for you, because there is much work ahead, so rest and recharge, enjoy yourself”. Lauren hadn’t known exactly why she was here, but she hadn’t been worried either, she had just tried to enjoy her new assignment knowing there was a greater purpose. Thank you Gabriel, she said, it is indeed my pleasure to work here. They relaxed and continued to drink their latte’s.

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There was a great gathering in Heaven, all of the angels, all of the souls were there dressed in white as were the 24 elders, who surrounded the Alpha and the Omega on the throne. Their thrones encircled His, and they were all wearing gold crowns on their heads. The four living creatures were there praising Him too, the seven lamps were blazing before the throne also. There was praise being lifted up to God so loudly by all that it was unbelievable. Every creature above the earth in Heaven, on the earth and below the earth and in the sea was singing “To him who sits on the throne and to the Lamb be praise and honor and glory and power, for ever and ever!”

Then a mighty angel asked who was worthy to open the seal? Then the Lamb that was slain came forward, for He was the only one in Heaven or on the earth that was found worthy to open the seals.

He broke the first of seven seals, and one of the four living creatures said “come” and a white horse came forth, its rider holding a bow and he was given a crown. He was a conqueror bent on conquest, and he rode out immediately.  God Bless-JFT

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The Master of Chaos – XIII

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Lauren followed Ashley as they walked between the many rows of beautiful flowers standing nearly shoulder high and ripe for the harvest. Ashley explained that they were all hybrids, and that they would fully regenerate within a matter of hours of being cut, then stop growing and await the next harvest, they were unlike any plants Lauren had ever seen, but after all, this was Heaven. When she was done they just walked in a comfortable silence for a while, Ashley didn’t feel as though she needed to fill every minute with talk like some did, she was comfortable with silence and Lauren liked that.

The row opened up onto a small clearing in the center of the field, and there was an open sided flat bed wagon being used as a worktable, and three men were busy sorting and clipping roses. Lauren then saw the mule team for the wagon tied off and grazing at the far side of the clearing and erupted into laughter. They looked like normal winged mules from the shoulder up, their color consistent with that of a donkey, but from the shoulder down they were black and white striped. It looked like they had long striped thigh high stockings on; they were the silliest looking living things Lauren had ever seen. Ashley laughed and said, “You must like Joe’s Zadonkey’s huh”? Lauren said, “What did you call them, Zadonkey’s”? Yes Ashley said, someone in the 20^th century got the bright idea to cross breed a donkey and a zebra, and the result was the Zadonkey, they are really quite good workers, and not nearly as stubborn as a donkey. Joe here needed a team to pull his wagon, and when he saw these, he thought they were so funny. He laughed hysterically, and so the Alpha and Omega gifted Joe with these as his work team, the rest is history. Ashley then introduced her to the men gathered at the wagon, this is Joseph, this is his brother Benjamin, and their father Israel, who was once Jacob.

Lauren was stunned as she shook their calloused hands in silence. Israel was dark skinned from many days in the sun, as was Joseph, but Benjamin was much lighter skinned. Lauren had so many things she wondered at once, yet no words came from her mouth. Finally Israel, as though reading her mind said to her “You would like to know why I, Israel who was once Jacob am cutting flowers in Heaven, is that right”? Lauren just nodded her agreement and waited for him to continue. “You are wondering why someone who figured so prominently in the Bible would not be in a better position in Heaven, rather than a gardener, certainly there is a more prominent job for me, right”? Again Lauren nodded and waited for him to go on. Israel smiled, I figured prominently in the Bible because God chose me to be what He wanted me to be, not on my own merit. I was a man who tempted his own starving brother with food at the cost of his birthright, and then colluded with my mother to deceive my dying father into blessing me with it when he was all but blind. I even went to such lengths as to put on a disguise, a costume to fool my father that I would inherit his estate rather than my older brother, the rightful heir.

Lauren didn’t know what to say so she just listened. I was just a man, and if I became the father of Israel it is because that is what God has made me, not because I have done anything on my own. Everything comes from the Father, who is, and was, and shall be. I would consider it an honor to spend my eternity in service to the Father; I want to serve Him in all I do for all eternity. Joseph here is no longer my son, but now my brother and my friend, as is Benjamin, and we just enjoy working together, we have all chosen to work here with God’s personal attendants, and we shall consider it an honor to work with you Lauren, he said as he took her hand in both of his. Lauren was so touched; she felt a huge lump forming in the back of her throat.

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The other demons stood on the banks of the lake and paced nervously, they knew something was up, they just didn’t know what. Sartan had been in there with the master for several days now, had Lucifer thrown another tantrum and incinerated the poor old demon, they wondered, or was he still alive, they had no idea? Since Lucifer had blacked out the windows and stopped coming and going, they had no idea what was happening. They assumed correctly that he still was able to watch them, so they kicked it up a few notches and returned their lake tender coverage to “pre-tantrum” status.

Inside the office, everything had been transformed, the walls had been covered with graphs and charts, there was even a framed poster of a bunch of skydivers holding hands in mid-flight, and the caption at the bottom said T-E-A-M-W-O-R-K. The office was cool inside, the walls had been painted a light color, and the stalactites on the ceiling were gone, replaced with a smooth texturing. Sartan no longer resembled a demon, but had been given a handsome human form with short, thick, dark hair, a nice button up shirt and slacks, no socks and comfortable penny loafers. Lucifer looked the same, but he had taken the wings off of his features, and was dressed similarly. Sartan had a pencil in his mouth and looked to be deep in thought, he took the pencil out and scribbled something on paper, then said “we need to have an incentive program to reward demons for going above and beyond”. Lucifer nodded and wrote it down also on his note pad, he hated rewarding his minions for doing what they were told to do, but he was trying to think outside of the box. Whatever it took to get Michael back, is what he thought, if he was able to harm Michael, that would hurt God badly too, although He would never admit it.

Sartan said, “first we need to free up some manpower, either that or you need to create some new demons master”. Lucifer knew it would be easier to free up existing demons than to create new ones, it wasn’t as easy as one imagined, you couldn’t just blink a fully trained demon into existence, they were labor intensive. But how would they free up enough help without other things suffering? Sartan smiled and said, “With this master”, and handed him a piece of paper with a large doodle on it, it is an automatic lake rake. Instead of having demons stationed around the lake forking the lost back in, you create this, an automatic grate that pushes the lost back into the lake without the help of demons. Instead of several shifts of hundreds of demons, you go down to maybe three shifts of two, and they just monitor and perform maintenance on the automatic rake”. Lucifer just smiled back, he was glad he hadn’t killed this valuable demon when he had been beaten up by the Spirit, because he was turning out to be quite handy.

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Gabriel and Michael called all the angels together to sing praises to God. They all surrounded Him on all sides, encircling His Heavenly throne, thousands upon thousands of angels singing songs of praise at once. Beyond the angels were all of the souls of Heaven, and they too were singing praises. The Alpha and the Omega sat on his throne, at His right hand was a pure white lamb, clean and unblemished, and God had His hand lovingly on Its head, and It was singing too. God raised his hand and everyone stopped singing instantly, and all of Heaven was quiet. He then said “a time of trial and despair is coming on the earth, steel your hearts and place your faith in me, for the tempter’s end approaches”. He then reached down with his left hand and lifted a large gold box with figures of Cherubim and Seraphim on its top; it was the Ark of the Covenant. He carefully removed the top from the box, reached into it and drew something out before placing the large box back beside him and putting its top back on. He then held up a large scroll that had writing on both sides of it, and there were seven seals on the scroll. “Behold, the time draws near when the Son of Man will begin to break the seven seals on this scroll one by one, be prepared My precious children”.   God Bless-JFT

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The Master of Chaos – XII, Retooling

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Ivy attacked fiercely and Brooke defended herself with a series of blocks with her sword and shield. The small nimble angel was just a blur as she spun like a tornado with her sword extended as she went, it was all Brooke could do to just keep away from her, there was no way she could have gone on the offense. Ivy stopped momentarily and looked at Brooke with a mischievous smile, the corners of her mouth slightly turned up in a grin while holding her sword out in such a manner that Brooke had to lean her head back to avoid touching its tip. Just then Brooke dropped down on all fours and performed a roundhouse sweeping kick low to the ground, knocking the small angels feet out from under her and sending her to the grass in a heap. Brooke then leapt up into a crouch with her sword and pointed it at Ivy’s neck, adrenaline surging through her blood because she knew she was about to win her first bout.

Smiling as she looked down the blade of her sword into the face of the fast little angel, she was surprised to see fear on Ivy’s face, and tears welling up in her eyes. “Please don’t hurt me Brooke, I didn’t mean to make you so mad at me, we were just sparring” the small angel said through a quivering lower lip. Brooke’s heart swelled immediately and she tossed the sword aside and began to cradle the little angel, saying “Oh honey, I could never hurt you, I was just trying to do my best here, but I could never hurt you”. In a flash, Ivy rolled over on the grass and body-slammed into Brooke knocking her over onto her back. When Brooke looked down Ivy had the dagger from her belt scabbard drawn and pointed at her neck, the tears were gone and the mischievous smile had returned. Brooke didn’t know what to think, and then she heard someone clapping on the sidelines, then more clapping, and as Ivy stood up everyone was clapping. Brooke had never felt so humiliated in all of her life, she struggled to get up, and a strong hand was extended down to her. She looked up and it was Gabriel.

They walked off through the garden and away from the sparring arena until they were alone where they could talk. “I don’t think I can do this Gabriel, I am no warrior, but I don’t want to let the Alpha and Omega down, I just don’t know what to do”. They sat on a bench and Gabriel smiled warmly at her. Brooke, you are a warrior already, you just need to realize a couple of things, your skills are not your own, they come from God as does your calling. You were called to be a warrior by the Alpha and Omega, He chose you because He wants you, and you need to trust Him. The other thing you need to know is this, the sparring you are doing is training for real battles that you will face on the earth, and you can never extend mercy to a demon. They will cry, lie, they will do anything they can imagine to stop you from dealing with them, and you have to be prepared for that, even here on the sparring mat. Ivy wasn’t being deceitful to you, she was doing what she had been instructed to do the first time the opportunity came up, and she did it well. It was a learning point for you, take it as that and move on, do not let pride become a stumbling block in your growth, that is what happened with the one we will be fighting with. Instead call on the Spirit for your strength and vision, and you will always know the way. Brooke nodded and smiled as the large Archangel placed his large wing around her shoulder in a brotherly hug, now let’s get back to the arena.

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Sartan leaned over the lake with his pitchfork and forked several of the lost back in with one jab, he was pretty good with the fork these days, and he had been getting a lot of practice. He had also found himself covering a wider patch of shore than he used to, his peers had taken to just talking in small groups by themselves, leaving their posts unattended. He had showed up for his shift the other day and found no one working this area at all, and there had been a handful of the lost in various stages of climbing out of the lake. When he had gotten them all back in, he looked around for help and saw no one, and then to his horror, he saw something he had “never” seen in all his time here. There was a small group of nine of the lost, and they had actually made it out of the lake and were sitting just inside an extinct lava tube, the same lava tube where Sartan himself usually takes his breaks. Sartan rushed over and began forking them one by one and pushing them back to the lake while they fought him every step of the way. When he got down to the last two, they ran up the lava tube as far as it would go, then remained with their backs against the wall wailing as Sartan forked first one and dragged him to the lake, and then came back for the other. When Sartan finally got back to the lake, there were a couple of other lake tenders on duty and they were helping out. He was already bushed and he had just started.

Lucifer’s ancient stork-like secretary had come up behind him and stood quietly just watching. When Sartan turned and saw the creature watching him, it gave him the creeps (and he was a demon). The master requests to see you now, the creature said, then turned and began to walk away, a clear sign that Sartan should follow. Sartan just knew this had to do with the fact that his post had been un-attended for some time this morning, but it wasn’t his shift even, he had gone right to work as soon as he had arrived. As the secretary held up its appendage, the large iron door to Lucifer’s office opened, and cool air actually blew out to greet the demon. Stepping inside, he noticed the room looked nothing like it did the last time he was here, for that matter, neither did Lucifer; he looked like an angel again. “Please be seated”, Lucifer said, can I get you anything before we begin? Uh, no sir, said the demon. Sartan, you once told me you had an idea for how we might increase the yield, do you remember that? Yes sir, said Sartan. Well Sartan, now is your chance to shine, let’s hear it, I am all ears.

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Kennady had won more sparring matches than anyone, with Ivy a close second, and she sat there on the grass as Michael presented material on tactics for the whole group. She wondered why she was even here, she was clearly superior to the others in her fighting tactics, hadn’t she shown that time and time again? Michael was the main teacher of the class, Gabriel was the quieter of the two, preferring to stay behind the scenes and just listen most of the time. They both could feel her thoughts though, and Michael hurried to wrap his presentation up. After closing, they prepared the arena for more sparring and Kennedy’s name was called. As always, she bounced right up, she loved sparring and she waited at the edge of the grass. Gabriel said that he would be facing her this time, and everyone’s jaw dropped, they had never seen him spar.

The two angels faced one another and went around in a circle, swords drawn and ready. Kennady attacked first with a punishing assault, a combination of blows with her shield and assaults with her sword, but Gabriel defended her away like she was nothing. She continued to assault him with everything she had to no avail, but she couldn’t seem to get the upper hand. She tried a roundhouse kick to the side of his head, but he moved a few inches and she hit nothing but air. She dropped to the ground and did a sweeping kick at his legs but he hopped once and she missed him completely. She was beginning to feel like a real beginner up against the big Archangel, so she gave it her all and went on the attack with her sword again, swiping mercilessly at him while he batted her away like one would a housefly. Seeing an opening, she swung her sword up quickly aiming for his upper chest. He was so fast that she never even saw his sword come down to block it or the bright purple sparks that emerged from both blades meeting. Her sword felt much lighter now as she looked at it briefly, and then did a double take, Gabriel’s sword had cur her sword in half, she held merely a ruined weapon in her hand, the rest of it was lying in the grass.

That is why you are here Kennady, because you fight with only your considerable skill, you have not yet learned to rely on the Spirit for your strength. There is an unending supply of strength in the Spirit, but first you must learn to rely on Him, above even your own skills. When you learn to do this, there will be no battle that you can’t win. Gabriel reached down and picked up the end of her ruined sword, then took the other half from her hand and held them together. The two pieces became one again, and he handed them back to her with a smile as she nodded to him. As they walked off of the arena grass, he placed a wing around her shoulder and whispered to her, “Spend some time with Brooke, the Spirit runs strong within her”.

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Sartan was amazed, he had been healed from his scars instantly as Lucifer had placed a hand on his shoulder and asked him to sit. The couch was so comfortable, he had never rested on one before, and he thought to himself that Heaven must be something like this office.”Well sir, said Sartan, my ideas are this, we are always trying to trip up those who are saved, the strong ones. What if we went after the ones on the fringe, the ones who were still trying to make up their minds, or even the brand new believers? Also, instead of trying to trip people up all the time, what if we “blessed” them beyond their needs, what if we used religion against God? What if we utilized every one of the same tricks that he uses to win people, only we used them to build our numbers instead? This is just the surface sir; I have many, many ideas. Lucifer sat thoughtfully and said “Hmmph, I think you just may have something there Sartan, you are now off of lake detail and you work for me personally again.” God Bless-JFT

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The Master Of Chaos – XI

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“The best way to drive out the devil,

                  if he will not yield to texts of Scripture,

Is to Jeer and flout him,

                 For he cannot bear scorn”.      LUTHER

Lucifer closed the huge iron door to his office and screamed at the top of his lungs, sending flames horizontally across the stalactite ceiling as though it were a furnace. He stomped and kicked like a child throwing a tantrum, and then grasped the corner of his huge obsidian desk and hurled it through the thick glass window out into the lake of fire, causing lake tenders to scramble out of its path. Demons ran in every direction they could to get away from the raging devil, fearing to be the next object of his wrath.

Lucifer continued to rage against his office, picking one item up after another and throwing them through the thick glass windows into the lake, roaring loudly like a lion now with each new rage. Who did Michael think he was to treat him the way he had, in front of the other angels on top of it all, and then offering them, mere angels the chance to flog him while he was restrained? He had once stood equal with the angel, a brother of sorts in Heaven and now that brother had chosen to humiliate him in the worst way. Well it wasn’t over yet, Lucifer thought, he would have his revenge on the angel and his army before it was over, that much he was sure of. He knew the scriptures as well as any Archangel and he knew how they said it ended, but he was going to take a bunch of them when he went out, one way or the other.

With the windows smashed out, it was getting uncomfortable in here, so he extended his hand and mended the broken glass magically. That was the problem with having a fit, while so fulfilling, it always left a mess afterward that “somebody” had to clean up, he thought as he mended the last of the windows with the passing of his hand. He had morphed back into this true form, the form God the Father had created him into, and he was actually quite beautiful. He stood tall and handsome, with shoulder length dark hair and a broad chest, and ruggedly good looks. His wings were long and held a mixture of black, white and brown feathers. If you didn’t know who he was, you would swear he was one of Michael’s army of angels, but he wasn’t, he was the dark and fallen angel.

Lucifer looked out the window as the lake tenders retook their positions and stared back through the glass at him. He didn’t want them seeing him now, so he waved his hand once more and all of the glass became tinted black from the outside, but remained transparent from the inside. He turned and walked back deeper into his ruined office, and it was then that he noticed he was limping and sore and his anger grew even stronger. His office was a shambles, but he saw his old and comfortable desk chair on its side near the corner, so he picked it up and wheeled it to where his desk would normally have resided; then sat. His backside was on fire right away, and so he jumped right back up again, feeling back around with his hand, his palm came back covered in green blood. Once again, his blood boiled, but this time in a more controlled manner, first God’s pet had pushed him down the stairs from Heaven backwards, and now he had been flogged until he had bled, this could not stand, this “would not” stand, but unfortunately for now, Lucifer would have to, he could not sit.

Time passed as Lucifer sat in his office day after day, night after night without coming out. The demons wondered what was going on, but with no one pushing them, they were quite happy with the break. The lake tender job was just the same every day, all you had to do was show up and fork the lost back in; they socialized with one another and openly discussed what their master might be up to. Lucifer had made new furnishings in his office, but not so dark this time as the last. He had constructed a new desk out of granite, with beautiful light colors, polished to the point where it shined almost to that of a mirror finish. He had decided to remain in his God given image again, and so he placed comfortable furnishings in his office, leather couch and love seat, leather executive chair, and he had covered the floor in a thick and finely woven Persian style rug. Lucifer had even taken to piping in cool air from above so it wasn’t so stuffy, he was determined to think of something, some way that he could even the score with Michael and God, and it wouldn’t happen if he stuck to his old tactics; that much he knew. Lucifer sat in the leather love seat and stared out at the huge lake which no longer brought him any satisfaction, none at all and tried to think, what was he missing here, what could he do? There must be something he wondered, but what?

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Brooke had never worked so hard before as Michael was making her work now. She had been working in logistics as a shepherd for the attendants for so long she had gotten soft, but those days had come to an end. She now had to carry a sword and shield with her everywhere she went, not to mention always having to wear a breastplate, gauntlets and shin-guards. She was starting to feel like Sir Lancelot instead of an angel, but Michael said it was necessary, and that once she got used to the armor (which of course he referred to as “the armor of God”), she would no longer even notice it anymore.

Every day she would meet with the other angels who were in combat training too and they would spar with their swords, Brooke had yet to win a match. She had faced off several times with a lightning fast little fireplug named Ivy who seemed so young and light on her feet, and then another day she had gone up against a strong young thing named Kennady who had parried her right into the ground. Brooke found herself looking up her sword at the pretty blonde’s smiling face, her foot on Brooke’s throat. She had told Michael that she was afraid he had made a mistake by choosing her for this detail, that she didn’t think she was cut out to be a warrior angel like these others were, but he had just smiled and said “stick with it, you’ll be fine”. She hoped upon hope that he knew what he was doing, because she sure didn’t feel very confident with this fighting thing, she thought as her name was called and she stepped up to the grassy lawn where they sparred. Her heart sank again as she heard “Hi Brooke” as Kennady stepped into the grass circle and drew her sword.

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The earth had been quiet for some time now while Lucifer sulked and schemed, not finding the energy to even exit his office for months now to terrorize the lost, or to instill fear into his army of unguided demons. They had not been self starters, in his absence they had not chosen to go on trying to trip up man, but had just stayed home and been lazy choosing to tend the lake. Man still sinned, as long as free will existed he would continue to choose what he wished, but the overwhelming temptation was no longer there. The angels used the time to train for their next assignments, and the church took advantage of the break to spread the Word of God unhindered.

Lucifer sat in his office, wallowing in misery as he often did these days, lamenting the days of humiliation he had faced at the hands of the mighty and superior Archangel Michael. He knew the world must be slipping away from him in his absence, and he certainly knew he couldn’t count on loyalty from his workers while he was away, he knew they were doing nothing, he could see out his windows. He had found himself crying several times in the past, what was it, weeks, months? He didn’t know, but he knew something had to change and fast or all truly would be lost. It was then that a glimmer of a memory graced his mind, like a lightning bug lightly glowing, so faint at first that he almost didn’t notice it. He sat up on the love seat at attention as the thought in his mind began to glow like a small bulb, no question now that an idea was in fact forming in his mind. For the first time in a very long time, he summoned his ancient stork like secretary.  God Bless-JFT

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The Master of Chaos – X

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Lucifer sat in his cavernous office, feeling very much the failure he was. He had a need to feel powerful again, to frighten someone, so he changed into the great red dragon again and stalked out to the lake. He walked along the bank, sneering at the lost souls who were trying to get out of the liquid fire as always, and he enjoyed the look of fear on their faces until he realized it didn’t change when he appeared. They were always fearful; they lived in a lake of liquid fire for all eternity so of course they would always wear that expression, there was nothing he could do to increase their misery, which only caused him to rage more. He conjured up his deepest most evil voice and began to curse at them the most vile things he could imagine, still no change, no reaction.

Kennady hid behind a large red glowing outcropping above the lake of fire watching the great red dragon rage against the lost in the lake. She was sad for them, but glad she had been given this mission, at least she knew what hell looked like now, and she had even met his minions. When his back was turned away as he tried again to incinerate those with eternal lives, she quickly flew to the cavern that lead to the surface without being detected.

Lucifer splashed down in the lake and stomped as many of them as he could on his way to the shore, it always felt good when his dragon feet pushed them below the fire. He could imagine them trying to breathe, sucking in the liquid fire as they struggled to reach the surface. He looked back to where he had recently walked and saw the souls rising from where he had walked, no further panic, just normal. He fumed more deeply inside as he headed for the shore. No lake-tenders waited to take his claw and help him from the lake this time but instead were gathered in small groups looking at him from a distance. He stalked out of the lake and headed for his office, but something caused him to turn around and look back. A demon was mimicking Michael, acting as though he had his foot on Lucifer’s neck and was holding his tail up with his left hand, while spanking Satan with his right. The other demons were laughing hysterically at the funny demon and his comic relief act. Lucifer turned toward them and the demon performing the act looked up and knew he was busted, and fear filled his eyes. Lucifer summoned up his hottest fire and sustained it on the threesome of demons, blasting them as they squirmed under the flames. They finally fell and writhed on the ground in agony as he continued his fiery assault on the trio. Finally they became still, but he continued, until there was nothing left of them but three small piles of ashes, and then he stopped the flames and looked around at the other terrified demons. “You, he pointed at a demon, clean this filth up,” he said, and he pointed at the piles, then he turned and stalked off toward his office. As he walked he wondered how word had traveled so fast of what had happened, how had it gotten here? He had also decided he was done being a dragon for a while, it wasn’t all he had hoped or imagined.

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Brooke walked along with Lauren and introduced her to God’s personal attendants, the flower attendants. They were all very friendly and kind, and while she wasn’t able to put a tag on it, there was just something a little different about them. Brooke showed her the lists of what needed to be done, the flowers that needed to be harvested daily, certain flowers for certain days or times, or events. It was all organized very well, and Lauren was very impressed. Brooke showed her the office that she would be keeping and the inbox where the list would be kept. Ashley was the go-to attendant; she was very knowledgeable about everything, and could help if Lauren had any questions. Laurens Job was to make sure that the Attendants had their daily flower assignments and that they had everything they needed to complete their job; she would be a “shepherd of sorts” as Brooke had explained it. After they had done a fairly extensive orientation, Brooke then asked Lauren if she would like a Latte’. “What, are you serious, of course I would she giggled as the two angels went into a comfortable room and one of the attendants magically appeared with two large mugs for them as they sat in comfortable chairs and relaxed. Lauren was really enjoying this place; so different from any other assignment she had ever had before, where she had to be such a warrior. She also really enjoyed Brooke, the gentle and softhearted yet funny angel who assisted this unique group of souls.

“Have you decided why they are different from the others yet?” Brooke asked as they sipped their drinks. Lauren hesitated for a moment, and then said, “Yes, I think I have”. Brooke smiled and said “let’s hear it then”. “Well, there are actually several kinds of souls here in Heaven, there are those who came to know God and be saved for their righteousness under the Law of Moses. And then there are those who came after the law was fulfilled through the death, burial, and resurrection of Jesus Christ, His Son because they were redeemed by His blood, and God saw their sins no more”. Brooke nodded for her to continue. “Now while God remembers their sins no more, man still remembers his sin, sometimes they even have a hard time forgiving themselves, even though God has forgiven them. When man passes on, and comes to Heaven they still hold the memory of who they were, the man or woman on earth although they no longer have guilt for their sins, the forgiveness is complete when they come here, but the knowledge remains. The difference, however subtle between the vast majority of the souls and God’s personal attendants is this. Everyone else has a memory of a life, and a memory of sin, a memory of making the choice for Jesus Christ, memories of awkwardness, infatuation, competition, love, but they do not. They do have a memory of warmth and love usually when in the womb, although not always. Some were drugged and mistreated even there. I also sense that not all of these were aborted, some were stillborn or miscarried children, but the difference I sense is that they came with no memory as the other souls did, all of their memories were made here”, is that correct?

Brooke just smiled her big smile and whistled in a long low manner, Michael wasn’t kidding when he said you were good, you nailed it sister! I had to be told most of that stuff, you picked it up, you indeed are a strong angel, maybe after my next round of training I will pick up some of those skills. “Where are you going” Lauren asked? Combat training with none other than Michael, I need to toughen up he says, he has some heavy work in store for us and he wants me to be better trained with the sword and shield. She chuckled, “Me, with a sword, like I could run anyone through”. Lauren just smiled, “You will be fine, trust me”. They spent the rest of the day going over the logistics of the job with Brooke showing Laur where everything was, she was a fast learn. When they were satisfied Lauren had the job down, Brooke gave her a big hug and said goodbye, then she folded out her huge chestnut brown wings and took flight, heading off towards the kingdom and a new adventure.

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Michael looked out over the large contingent of angels gathered before him, most certainly numbering in the millions. Brothers and sisters, we knew the time was coming, but it is now at hand, it will be soon, and that is why I am preparing you for it. There will come a time soon when I will ask you to “stand-down”. I want you to know this order is from God Himself, and it is that the scriptures may be fulfilled, so I ask you to trust Him, and me.  God Bless-JFT

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The Master of Chaos – IX

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There was great rejoicing as the angels re-entered Heaven following the counter-attack on the enemy, Michael was leading the army. They all landed before the royal throne of the Alpha and Omega and bowed prostrate. God then told them to rise, and He thanked them for defending their charges against the gates of hell. He then told them that there would be a special banquet in honor of the defenders of Heaven, and that everyone in the kingdom would be present. He then dismissed them except for the Archangels Michael and Gabriel, whom he called near to his throne. The two large yet meek angels waited quietly for their God to address them first, and they kept their eyes down always in a show of respect. Finally, God said “Well done servants, well done, I saw no problems today; it appears as though everything went as planned”. Michael answered “yes Father”. After a beat God said “It is time for you to prepare your army for what lies ahead, it is time they knew”. Michael answered “Yes Father, they already suspect; they know it is not over and that more lies ahead”. God looked on thoughtfully for a moment, and then said “ I like the angels you are considering, they are strong warriors, yet filled with compassion, I authorize you to proceed when you are ready using your own judgment”. “Thank you Father”, Michael said bowing slightly. God then said “Oh, and Michael, the spanking was a nice touch”. Michael looked up, God had turned and begun walking back toward His throne, Jesus was still there, and had a barely discernable grin at the corner of His mouth as he too turned following His Father, shaking His head in humor. Gabriel snickered under his breath as Michael looked at him, then spread his palms out and said “what”!

God sat at the head of the enormous table and Jesus sat to His right, the table was beyond anything someone could describe. It was long and wide, and the single cloth of fine linen that covered it was larger than all of the combined sails of the finest sailing ships of the world. God held out one hand and instantly there were platters piled high all around the table with thin white wafers, only a few had ever seen anything like them before and God told them it was manna. God then held out the other hand and more platters appeared, piled high with roasted quail. Jesus then stood and spoke, saying “this is the meal my Father sustained His people Israel with while they lived in the desert for forty years, until they came to the land of Canaan, eat and celebrate the presence of the Father”.

Everyone seated at the table of the Kingdom of Heaven sang praises to the Father, Son, and the Holy Spirit.

Everyone ate the sweet bread-like substance and the roasted quail provided by God, the meal went on for a very long time as the souls all enjoyed being able to talk to God at will. It was like nothing one could experience on earth, where one would imagine long lines waiting for a chance to just greet Him. Here, no one competed for His attention, and He gave generously of His time to all. Some would ask him questions that related to their lives on the earth, others no longer cared about that, seeing that it no longer really mattered, they were here now. Many asked questions about creation, how God had done this and that, and he freely answered them all. There was no sense of time; there was nowhere else that anyone had to be and so there was no rush. God took time with everyone, and when the feast finally ended, everyone seated at the table had spent personal time with God, the many millions of them all had an intimate dinner with him.

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Michael said “at ease” and she relaxed just slightly, but Lauren was always the servant, even at ease. I have a new assignment for you Lauren, as The Master once said in parable, “You have been faithful with a few things; I will put you in charge of many things.” Lauren showed no emotion as she nodded and said “yes Michael”. Come with me, Michael said and they flew off toward the far ends of the Heavenly kingdom. As they flew over beautiful green valleys and emerald lakes, Lauren couldn’t help but gasp at the beauty below her. As they flew over mountains, a snow white mountain goat stood on an impossible spire below them. Before her eyes he leapt off the cliff and unfolded his great white wings and began to circle lazily down, she had never beheld such beauty. Lauren had spent most of her time on earth protecting her charges, she had spent little time exploring the kingdom of Heaven; this was great. They came out over a huge valley that was divided into fields far and wide, each one a different color. They landed toward the center at a place where there were several low buildings, and quite a few souls gathered.

Michael had landed behind a large hedge and Lauren followed suit, there they stood quietly, Michael indicated that they should just watch for a while. Lauren recognized the souls right away because they wore all white garments like everyone else, except they had a gold collar around their necks identifying them as personal attendants of God. These were the fields where the many flowers of the kingdom were grown. Lauren had seen these souls quietly changing out the flowers in the palace each day, other attendants did other things around the palace also, all of them wearing the gold collars. They seemed different from the other souls for some reason, not better, not worse, happier or less happy, just slightly different in some way although she couldn’t say why. They sat behind the hedge watching the souls clip each flower stem to exact length, while others arranged bouquets of amazing color. The fragrances were amazing also, Lauren had never smelled anything like this.

“So, are you going to hide all day, or come over and say hello”? They turned to see a beautiful tall angel with Chestnut hair and feathers standing behind them. “This is my home Michael, do you really think you can sneak up on me here” she said with a wide smile on her pretty face? Michael smiled and said “Hello Brooklynne, I would like you to meet someone, this is Lauren, and I would like you to train her”. Call me Brooke, she said, and stuck out her hand. Lauren shook it and said “Laur works for me as well, pleased to meet you”. Michael smiled and said “well, I’d best get going and let you two get started, if either of you need me just call”, then he left in a flash. Brooke then said “welcome to the flower farm, so what has Michael told you about our little operation here? Lauren shrugged and said “well, I think the souls are God’s personal attendants, right, and I think these are the ones who prepare the flowers for the kingdom each day? Brooke nodded and said “right and right, now have you figured out what’s different about them yet? Lauren was amazed at the depth of understanding in the beautiful angel, it was as if they had known each other forever. No, I know there is something different, but I still do not know why. Brooke smiled and said “that’s okay, I had to be told too, and she pointed out over the fields at all of the many gold collared workers collecting flowers. These are the children that were aborted before they were able to be born, they never lived outside the womb; that is the difference you feel.  God Bless-JFT

To be Continued–  The Master of Chaos – X

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The Master of Chaos – VIII

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“The devil…the prowde spirite…

                    cannot endure to be mocked.”

                                                        Thomas More

Satan didn’t have the gift of omnipresence as God did, he couldn’t be everywhere and see everything all the time as God could; he had single vision and depended on his demons for reports. He knew something bad had happened, he just didn’t know what yet because none of his elite forces had yet returned to give an accounting. He paced around the large cavern that was his domain and watched the scene that had become his boring life, constant screaming from the lost in agony, constant cursing as the lake tenders forked them back in, nothing ever changed. Where were his demons?

Graelon appeared from nowhere beat and bleeding badly, and began limping into Lucifer’s office. He held his eyes down submissively refusing to even make eye contact, this could not be good Lucifer thought, Graelon was his most powerful demon, and he was damaged badly. “What is your report” Satan asked impatiently? Graelon fell to his knees before his master and said, “all is lost master, I alone have been spared to give you this report”. Lucifer was astonished and asked “who did this to you, Michael, Gabriel, one of the Archangels? No, said Graelon, a strong angel named Lauren fought me with her sword, but I could not overpower her. Satan fumed; you mean you were beaten by a regular angel, not even an archangel, that’s impossible. You were designed to fight and defeat an Archangel; that is why you were made so powerful, what of Laslo and Jaxxon? Graelon shook his head, they were run through with the swords of angels also, they were destroyed in my presence, he then bowed lower and prepared to be destroyed by his master. He heard his masters panting growing faster and heavier and then all of a sudden a large red claw slapped him hard across the face, knocking him to the ground. Looking up, Graelon saw that his master was now the great red dragon again, and was stomping and snorting fire about.  Be at the lake tomorrow prepared to work, the large demon had nodded and backed out quietly as the dragon left his office and spread his massive wings, taking flight over the lake of fire and then up through the cavern that leads to the surface, he had to see for himself.

Lucifer the dragon flew angrily out of the hole and onto the surface, scanning everywhere he could for a demon that might be wounded and trying to make his way back, there had to be a few. He flew far and wide over the surface of the earth but found nothing, no sign, not even any green blood was spilled. He did although see many angels about; it was almost as though they thought they held dominion over the earth now. Then he saw it, the large church down below, and he banked hard and went into a dive. Landing on the lawn out front, He walked through the doors in front and looked around, he only saw one person present in the church, a man who was sweeping down the tile aisle-way with a dust mop. He wanted the pastor, this was a big church, and the pastor of this church would be a prize of “huge” proportions. As he drew nearer, he realized that the pastor was in fact the man sweeping, now why would a man who pastured a church of five thousand people be sweeping the floors, he wondered? No matter, he is here, and I am open for business, I am going to show the demons how it is done. As he neared the pastor who was sweeping diligently, the man stopped sweeping, and carefully leaned the dust mop against a pew. He then turned toward where the devil was standing, still in red dragon form yet not visible to mortal eyes.

“I know you are there, you good for nothing rotten piece of garbage”, the pastor said, looking right toward where the devil was standing. Lucifer quickly looked behind himself; then all around but saw no one. No, I mean you, yes you the pastor said. You think because you are invisible we don’t feel your presence, but we do, I knew when you entered the building, and I know when you will leave. This was really turning the tables; Satan had forgotten what he had even planned to do to the man. The pastor began to grin and chuckled, “you know what, you are just about as dumb as a bag of hammers, you know the scriptures as well as all the other angels, maybe better, and you know you are going to lose, yet you still keep it up, that’s just dumb”. Lucifer threw flames as he cursed loudly at the man, yet the man couldn’t hear him or see him or his flames. “Why don’t you just give up and ask God to put you out of your misery now, get it over with, end your suffering now, think of the humiliation you are going to go through before the whole world”. Stop it, Satan screamed at the top of his lungs, then he breathed deeply and threw flames as hard as he could at the pastor, but nothing reached him, because they were in different dimensions. “You fight dirty, like a spoiled little girl,” the pastor said as he turned his back on the devil and began to chuckle, then laugh harder as he picked up his broom again and began to sweep. Don’t you ever turn your back on me Satan screamed at the man as he stomped after him.

“Halt Lucifer” said a voice behind him. He turned to see Michael and Gabriel standing there, with many other angels behind him, Satan’s blood began to boil. On whose authority to you command me to halt, asked the great red dragon? I command you to halt on the authority my Father in Heaven has given me, authority over you. Satan fumed to think the Archangel considered himself an equal, there was no way he had the power that Satan had. The dragon turned and squared off with Michael, then said I challenge you to a duel then. Michael smiled and said “it would appear you need to pick on someone your own size Lucifer. The devil just chuckled, knowing Michael was shaking in his boots right now. Without warning Michael said two can play your game, and Michael began to grow, his arms grew bigger around and longer, as did his legs and the rest of his body. He grew taller, bigger, more muscular, and as he did, so did his sword and lance. He grew to the size of Satan’s dragon, but he didn’t stop there, he continued to grow larger and larger still until he towered over the dragon. He then unsheathed his sword, easily fifteen feet long and began walking toward the dragon. Lucifer now feared so he threw his fiercest flame, but Michael just blocked it with his shield.

All of a sudden, Michael jumped at Lucifer and grabbed hold of the dragon around the neck, wrestling him to the ground. He then pinned the dragon’s neck to the ground under his giant knees as Satan tried to change forms again to free himself, but no matter what form he took, he was still pinned by the neck to the ground. He finally reverted to the dragon, the strongest of them all as Michael grabbed his tail and lifted it high with his giant left hand. Wielding his sword in his right, he turned the sharp edges away, and used it as a paddle repeatedly spanking Satan again and again to teach him a lesson. As the spanking was going on, Satan cursed and tried to blow flames to no avail while the crowd of angels grew and began making funny remarks, heckling Satan as he got his tail whipped. Michael then opened it up to anyone else who wanted a piece of the devil, and a few angels came forward and whipped him too. Satan was humiliated before all of God’s angels, and finally Michael let up on his neck and Lucifer began to get up. Michael said “go on now, git” and gave the demon a boot in the backside, and Satan folded his wings out and flew quickly, and with much shame. He didn’t know how, but he knew he had to settle this score, this had been a day of humiliation, and someone would have to pay! He flew into the night, his backside hurting until he found the cavern that led to his home at the lake of fire.  God Bless-JFT

To be Continued–   The Master of Chaos – IX

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