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RETROSTAR, OR, THE CIRCULAR WEB:

Chronicles of a Twin Earth, Sun, and Solar System Under Siege

Dedicated to Gabriel Tall Chief who first blew the horn and to M.G.Y. who couldn't hear it...

Vol. I, Fatal Convergence by Gabriel Tall Chief, Vol. II, Cloud and Avalanche by Gabriel Tall Chief, Vol. III, Battles of the DUBESOR by Gabriel Tall Chief, Vol. IV, Lost Chronicles, Mystery Chronicles, and Unchronicles by Horace Brave Scout, Vol. V, Beyond the Rapture by Horace Brave Scout, Vol. VI, Natal Convergence by Horace Brave Scout Vol. VII, Final Wars...Convergence at Orion by Horace Brave Scout


Retro Star

WELCOME TO THE TWIN EARTH(S)!

AND WELCOME TO VOLUME I, FATAL CONVERGENCE!

Gabriel Tall Chief and Horace Brave Scout greet you as an honest friend and candidate for Retrostar challenger! This is a narrative by Cerebral Palsy-challenged Gabriel Tall Chief and his cousin Horace Brave Scout that chronicles the struggles of humanity enlisted in a genius's computerized zero sum wargame against the global invasions of unknown superior entities. The Twin Earth chronicles record these battles with relentless waves of alien power which cause the reversal of technology and culture. Mankind sustains one attack only to be blasted by another. How many onslaughts will come? How will they appear? How long can people cope? Or can they? In today's society that has come to question the ability of world powers and leaders to solve catastrophic problems, the struggles of people on Earths I and II will speak to all those who are searching for a winning strategy in a seemingly no-win dilemma.

Our RetroStar Chroniclers:

Gabriel Tall Chief, a Lakota Indian boy prophet in Holland House, a private children's care center and hospice, Eden Prairie, Minnesota, in the 1990s. As his chronicles for Earth II show, years in advance of the developments he revealed that there would be a catastrophic tsunami, a world-wide network of terrorism and use of conventional explosives to disrupt government and society, the confrontation of the Arab bloc with the West involving the threat of chemical-biological WPM (Weapons of Pestilential Murder), a decline in NASA and the secret intelligence services, catastrophic weather changes, and the discovery of artifacts of Atlantis (much larger pyramids than Giza's have recently come to light in the former Yugoslavia); he also predicted a total collapse of computer-based Western society and the reversal of technology, not to mention, the reversal of cultural development, the rise and fall of a world government based on the European Union, and a Dutch takeover of America and the Caribbean as an Ice Age, ignited by Global Warming, clamps down on most of the Northern Hemisphere.

While he could still stand up for a picture, Gabriel displayed his two dreamcatchers for the twin Earth brothers.

Gabriel Tall Chief, confined to bed in a children's hospice the remaining days of his life, shone like a pure blue star (which is awarded to those who fall in battle) in a red-star-dominated world. Which was more powerful? Only time and events will tell:

The Sacred Hoop of the Earth is broken, but Gabriel Tall Chief has a dream, in which champions will arise to repair the hoop.

Gabriel's disciple and dream-weaver and dream-rider, Horace Brave Scout, who gathered the "fragments" of the chronicles that remained after Gabriel died and made a great leap for mankind.

Horace Brave Scout passes through a crucial door in his quest when he finds a Dream Weaver cave that has gone undisturbed, apparently, for thousands of years, and in it rests a unique dream-vehicle, a Dream Canoe, that retains the power to unlock the dreams of the ages and all the earth's peoples, past vanished, present, and future.

Horace Brave Scout, using dark blue elderberry juice to paint a prayer shield.

Back in the 1700s the Lakota got a little prophetic recording the tribe's events, foreseeing ANNO STELLAE 1912's Sinking of the Big Canoe:

Later, Horace Brave Scout journeyed back to the same event, and the others that followed it in quick succession:

The Kiowa, too, had their recorders:

The best cushy job in his life--working for Wolff and Harland in the Belfast shipyards--turned sour for Marty Yeager, so sour he drew an evil-hearted star that, one bitter-cold, black night, answered his call for bloody revenge from across the universe.

Did you get the impression from the calendars that Earth got into some kind of big trouble sometime around ANNO 1912? Your impression is absolutely true to the facts. But that was just the beginning--the first tiny baby step to what we now are facing. What is causing all this havoc and mayhem and unannounced terrorism in the Universe, the Solar System, and the Twin Earths that follows close on the sinking of the White Star Line's greatest ship? Nobody seems to know, and the right questions aren't even being asked--not for a long time anyway, thanks to the opposition of all-powerful vested interests, and by then it may be too late to save Earth(s) from the unknown Alien(s). But the gate of RETROSTAR and THE CIRCULAR WEB is lying open before us--and someone wise said it is better to do the right thing late than never.

The Series of the Twin Earths is available on disk or can be electronically transmitted. The series consists of: RETRO STAR, Vol. 1, Fatal Convergence, Vol. 2, Cloud and Avalanche, Vol. 3. Battles of the DUBESOR, Vol. 4, Lost Chronicles; Part Two, Unchronicles, Vol. 5, Natal Convergence, Vol. 6, Beyond the Rapture, Vol. 7. Final Wars...Convergence at Orion

A "Letter to Agent, Outlines, and Overview and Marketing Strategy" of the Series":

Agent Letter, Outlines, Strategy

A Last Word Count in ANNO STELLAE 1997: 1,400,000

Outlines for VOLUME I, RETROSTAR:

CHRONICLES 1-24--WHAT'S IN THEM?

CHRONICLE ONE--WHAT'S IN IT?


CHRONICLES TWO TO SIX--WHAT'S IN THEM?


CHRONICLES SEVEN TO NINE--WHAT'S IN THEM?


CHRONICLES TEN TO TWELVE--WHAT'S IN THEM?


CHRONICLES EIGHTEEN TO NINETEEN--WHAT'S IN THEM?


CHRONICLES TWENTY TO TWENTY-THREE--WHAT'S IN THEM?


CHRONICLE TWENTY-FOUR--WHAT'S IN IT?


OUTLINES, CHRONICLES ONE TO FORTY-FIVE


OUTLINES, CHRONICLES FIFTY-EIGHT TO SIXTY TWO


Main Game Players (Earth II):

1. The Titans (Atlanteans) who lost Atlantis, on both Earths; then tried repeatedly to re-assert their rule over Earth II; they are a superhuman species that has turned vampire and lives almost indefinitely.

2. The Ten Stones of Fire (Starlike, Jeweline, Super-intelligent, Alien Entities), each performing as OP, or, Opposing Player, with the aim of conquering and destroying the Earths, I and II, and their respective universes.

3. Dr. Pikkard's Computer Wargame, represented by Wally, an electronically-created, free-roaming butterly who fights for humanity's survival against the Alien(s)

4. Human "Alphabetic" or A-Z Champions, also a subgroup called DUBESOR, or the Rosebud Champions

5. Yeshua, the A and Z, the Alpha and Omega, and the Aleph and Tau (also known as FC, the so-called "Forbidden Category")

Mink, one of the Champions fighting the Red Dog Star (but in a rather haphazard and intermittent fashion):

The unstable, mood-swinging Mink, in a lighter moment wearing his Red Dog Star headband.

EVEN BEFORE THE TITANIC'S SPECTACULAR MAIDEN VOYAGE DIVE TO HADES IN CHRONICLE ONE, SOME CLUES ARE GIVEN US. FOR INSTANCE: ON BOTH EARTH I AND EARTH II A CERTAIN CHOICE OF A YOUNG RUSSIAN ARISTOCRAT'S FIANCE (UPPER CLASS, KREMLIN-BORN AND BRED DAUGHTER OF A COURT PHYSICIAN, KNOWN LATER AS ONLY THE "OVERLY POSSESSIVE" WIFE OF THE NOBEL PRIZE-WINNER COUNT LEO TOLSTOY) PREPARED THE WAY OF THE ALIEN ENTITY ON EARTH II AND THE DRAGON ON EARTH I: FOR THIS CHECK OUT SCENARIO I. THEN RETURN FOR SCENARIO II, WHICH REVEALS THE GREAT RECORDER HIMSELF, CHRONICLER GABRIEL TALL CHIEF. FINALLY, SCENARIO III, WHERE A KREMLIN STARETZ REVEALS YEARS BEFOREHAND WHAT IS GOING TO HAPPEN IN THE ILL-STARRED 20TH CENTURY OF BOTH EARTHS, WHEN SOMETHING WORSE THAN THE H5N 1 STRAIN OF THE BIRD FLU VIRUS IS INFECTING THE TWINS, SO THAT THEIR INTERTWINED FATES ARE ALMOST IMPOSSIBLE TO SEPARATE FROM EACH OTHER.

(Chronicles Completed unmarked; Chronicles Not Yet Available Marked IP, In Progress)

Volume I Fatal Convergence

Retrostar Contents

Scenario I: CHRONICLE OF SOFYA'S CHOICE

SCENARIO I

Scenario II: CHRONICLE OF THE MEDICINE SPEAR

SCENARIO II

Scenario III: CHRONICLE OF THE KREMLIN STARETZ--EARTH I

SCENARIO III

CHRONICLE ONE, A. S. (ANNO STELLAE, Year of the Star) 1912 1. The Belfast Colossus 2. Night of the Tornnarsuk

PART I, CHRONICLE ONE, VOL. I, RETROSTAR

3. "What, have we hit anything?"

PART II, CHRONICLE ONE, VOL. I, RETROSTAR

4. Pursuit 5. Mystery Stone

PART III, CHRONICLE ONE, VOL. I, RETROSTAR

The Carnelian/Sardius

CHRONICLE TWO, A. S. 1918 Visions from Space

CHRONICLE TWO, VOL. I, RETROSTAR

CHRONICLE THREE, A. S. 1924 1. The East Gate 2. Carter's Pill

PARTS 1-2, CHRONICLE THREE, VOL. I, RETROSTAR

3. Carter's Royal Sphinx Turkish Cigarettes 4. G-EAOU

PARTS 3-4, CHRONICLE THREE, VOL. I, RETROSTAR

CHRONICLE FOUR, A. S. 1939 1. The Polar King 2. Convergence in Tinsel Town

CHRONICLES FOUR AND FIVE, VOL. I, RETROSTAR

CHRONICLE FIVE, A. S. 1967 1. "Act of God" 2. Letter to ANNO 5931 3. The River of Time's End

CHRONICLE SIX, A. S. 1969 1. The Chevy Chase Inscription 2. A Different Drum 3. Signature of the Drum 4. Miracle at Project M

CHRONICLE SEVEN, A. S. 1985 1. "Switched off?" 2. Epitaph for a Lost Ship

CHRONICLE EIGHT, A. S. 1986 1. "Roll Program." (Challenger) 2. STS 51-L Sequence of Main Events 3. Dear Mr. President:

CHRONICLES SIX, SEVEN, AND EIGHT, VOL. I, RETROSTAR

CHRONICLE NINE, A. S. 1987 1. Black Tuesday II 2. Spackle in the Sky with Diamonds 3. Tempest in a Teapot? 4. Mouse or Lion? 5. "Now you see it..." 6. Skylab II: the Year of Sol 7. Enigma of the Gleba 8. Catamaran and Mouse 9. Last of the Great American Icons

CHRONICLE NINE, VOL. I, RETROSTAR

CHRONICLE TEN, A. S. 1994 1. "And so if he sign rosebud. It just a game." 2. "A lot of 'mind games,' yeah?" 3. Kamamoto's Mind Game 4. Butterfly's StartUp

CHRONICLE TEN, VOL. I, RETROSTAR

5. "It's All in the Frequency."

"It's All in the Frequency," CHRONICLE TEN, VOL. I, RETROSTAR

CHRONICLE ELEVEN, A. S. 1996- 1. Flyby of the Blue Centaur 2. Hantsbo's Main Chance

CHRONICLE ELEVEN, VOL. I, RETROSTAR

3. The Thief in the Night (Earth I) THE THIEF IN THE NIGHT, VOL. I, RETROSTAR

CHRONICLE TWELVE, A. S. 2024 1. A Question of Any 2. A Matter Under Advisement: The Triliths of Orion--Part I

CHRONICLE TWELVE, PART I, RETROSTAR

A Matter Under Advisement: The Triliths of Orion--Part II CHRONICLE TWELVE, PART II, RETROSTAR

CHRONICLE THIRTEEN, A. S. 2113 1. A Childish Phase 2. Reformed 3. Q.U.I.P.

CHRONICLE THIRTEEN, VOL. I, RETROSTAR

CHRONICLE FOURTEEN, A. S. 2145 1. Fresh Ice 2. The Ultimate Weapon 3. The Unstoppable Chill 4. Nils the Red

CHRONICLE FOURTEEN, VOL. I, RETROSTAR

CHRONICLE FIFTEEN, A. S. 2146 1. Head #41 2. Plots and Counterplots

CHRONICLE FIFTEEN, VOL. I, RETROSTAR

CHRONICLE SIXTEEN, A. S. 2155 1. "First Citizen" 2. Red Bladed II, Retrenchment, and the Mole

CHRONICLE SIXTEEN, VOL. I, RETROSTAR

CHRONICLE SEVENTEEN, A. S. 2165 1. More Crowns for the Emperor 2. Convergence of Kings

CHRONICLE SEVENTEEN, VOL. I, RETROSTAR

CHRONICLE EIGHTEEN, A. S. 2170 1. Convergence in Greece: Beyond the Roche Limit 2. Marching Trees 3. Workin' for the Man 4. First the Foie Gras, Then... 5. Old is In, New is Out! 6. Another Domecraft Scratched! 7. Homecoming to Chillingsworth-opolis! 8. A Mongolian Interruption 9. Bisbee on Alert! 10. Chillingsworth's Zombie

PART ONE, CHRONICLE EIGHTEEEN, VOL. I, RETROSTAR

11. Crisis Control at the Olde Guildhall 12. "Sorry, folks, no Tube today" 13. Visions and Portents 14. Last Breakfast at the Chillingsworthies 15. Fleeing Birds, Floundering Fishes 16. Chillingsworth's Contingency Plan 17. Chillingsworth's Personal Test 18. Black Death II 19. Our Lady of the Angels--Vacancy 20. Palms, More Palms, and Fire Jaguars

PART TWO, CHRONICLE EIGHTEEN, VOL. I, RETROSTAR

21. "What, has the plumbing been hit too?" 22. "Hull bloody world's fallin' apart!" 23. Final ESCape 24. 19.9999999999999...Chthonic Complications 25. The Arctic Fox 26. Seemingly Doomed 27. Death of the Rose? 28. Counterclockwise 29. Birdman of Our Lady's 30. Cause: Unknown

PART THREE, CHRONICLE EIGHTEEN, VOL. I, RETROSTAR

CHRONICLE NINETEEN, A. S. 2171... 1. Hermon's Folly 2. Crazy John from Ivujivik

CHRONICLE NINETEEN, VOL. I, RETROSTAR

CHRONICLE TWENTY, A. S. 2251 1. Ice and Fire 2. Singer of the Stone

CHRONICLE TWENTY, VOL. I, RETROSTAR

CHRONICLE TWENTY-ONE, A. S. 2382 1. A Plain Dutch Boy 2. The Good Ship Argo 3. A Mill Worker! 4. Shafted CHRONICLE TWENTY-ONE, VOL. I, RETROSTAR

CHRONICLE TWENTY-TWO, A. S. 2390-91 1. "Work, woman!" 2. Wooden Wings 3. The Big Little Apple

CHRONICLE TWENTY-TWO, VOL. I, RETROSTAR

CHRONICLE TWENTY-THREE, A. S. 2392 1. Leamis's Good Turn 2. The Mountain Climbed! 3. The Contract 4. Dendrochronology--the Professor's Folly 5. Just What the Doctor Ordered 6. Decline in a Dutch Paradise? 7. Vent and Rip

PART 1, CHRONICLE TWENTY-THREE, RETROSTAR

8. The Perfect Getaway 9. "A River flowed out of Eden..." 10. "Discoverer of Lost Atlantis" 11. Cave of Cannibals 12. Visitors to Earth 13. The Mary Celeste Avenger 14. "We three kings of Orient are..."

PART 2, CHRONICLE TWENTY-THREE, RETROSTAR

15. The Paper Chase 16. Outings with Anne 17. The Kilpaison Female Temperament 18. King of Ellis 19. The Break 20. The Treasure Room 21. The Professor's Wargame

PART 3, CHRONICLE TWENTY-THREE, RETROSTAR

22. The Gray Fox Speaketh 23. "Was it in his contract?" 24. A Dream and a Face 25. Atlantis--will she ever come? 26. Four Cents Saved, Four Cents Earned 27. "Low bridge! Everybody down!" 28. Rebirth of the Atlantis

PART 4, CHRONICLE TWENTY-THREE, RETROSTAR

CHRONICLE TWENTY-FOUR, A. S. 2393 1. Convergence in Wioteheka Wi 2. Fool's Day 3. A Good Deal 4. Losers, Weepers 5. Fritz the Farmer 6. Cloaks and Daggers 7. Escape of Department 13 8. No Ordinary Day 9. The Tramp CHRONICLE TWENTY-FOUR, PART I, VOL. I, RETROSTAR

10. Dr. Pikkard's Papers 11. Van Donkt to the Rescue 12. A Charmed Life? 13. Black Tuesday III 14. Fritz, Loti, the Domine, and Plenty of Nothin' 15. Choices 16. Dead Man's Cheque 17. Star of Jamaica 18. The Trouble with Wednesday II 19. Battle of the Atlantis PART TWO, CHRONICLE TWENTY-FOUR, VOL. I, RETRO STAR

20. "Ship up!" 21. Reunion Amidst the Stars 22. "Nach Palestine, Reno nicht!" 23. The Open Porthole 24. "Ship down!" 25. Ship Across! 26. Taken for a Ride 27. The Mystery Youth 28. Second Thoughts 29. Visitations in the Night 30. Angels! 31. A New Olson? 32. "Who will stop it?" 33. Hodgkins the Magnificent 34. "I've failed!" 35. The Plain People 36. Anna Invicta 37. Pieter and the Blue Centaur

PART THREE, CHRONICLE TWENTY-FOUR, VOL. I, RETROSTAR


(Chronicles completed: unmarked)

Volume II Cloud and Avalanche

Contents Book One

CHRONICLE TWENTY-FIVE, A. S. (ANNO STELLAE, Year of the Star) 2415 Breath of the Red Star

CHRONICLE TWENTY-SIX, A. S. 2433 Star Song

CHRONICLES TWENTY-FIVE AND TWENTY-SIX, VOL. II, RETROSTAR

CHRONICLE TWENTY-SEVEN, A. S. 2444 1. Three "Pearls" 2. The Dragon and the Dragoman 3. Farewells 4. The Liverpool Express 5. The Sphinx and Lady Anne 6. Letter of Marque 7. The Enchanted Islands 8. The Compleat Angler 9. Anne's Discovery 10. Pluto's Ball 11. Deliverance 12. The Reverend's Journey 13. Nemesis III 14. The Devil Man's Medicine 15. La Calaca 16. The Mail Bag from La Boca 17. Change of Administration

CHRONICLE TWENTY-SEVEN, VOL. II, RETROSTAR

CHRONICLE TWENTY-EIGHT, A. S. 2457 1. Diana's Expedition 2. Dr. Celman and the Papers 3. The New Atlantis 4. Artiste with a Gun 5. The Captain's Cross 6. Artiste at Work! 7. The Scarlet Woman 8. Madmen and Savages 9. Island of the Moon 10. Jaguars, and Glyphs

PART I, CHRONICLE TWENTY-EIGHT, VOL. II, RETROSTAR

11. Day One 12. Day Two 13. Day Three 14. Papadoc 15. Dzong kunu! 16. The Shrine in the Square 17. Celman's Escape 18. John Canoe's Discovery 19. The Fatal Asterisk 20. Convergence on the Lago Negro 21. Homecoming in 3C 295 PART II, CHRONICLE TWENTY-EIGHT, VOL. II, RETROSTAR

RE-LOCATION OF EARTH II

Book Two

CHRONICLE TWENTY-NINE, A. S. 2458 1. Much Ado About a Key 2. Much Ado About Moons

Chronicle Twenty-Nine included in link below

CHRONICLE THIRTY, A. S. 2460 Terra 2, Alpha Centauri

CHRONICLES TWENTY-NINE and THIRTY, VOL. II, RETROSTAR

CHRONICLE THIRTY-ONE, A. S. 4130 The Blue Chair

CHRONICLE THIRTY-TWO, A. S. 4133 The Sixth Hour

CHRONICLE THIRTY-THREE, A. S. 4146 The Dreaded Day

CHRONICLES THIRTY-ONE, THIRTY-TWO, THIRTY-THREE, VOL. II, RETROSTAR

CHRONICLE THIRTY-FOUR, A. S. 4148 1. "Have you ever heard such nonsense?" 2. The Power of Life and Death 3. Thirty Silver Pieces 4. A True Diplomat!

CHRONICLE THIRTY-FOUR, VOL. II, RETROSTAR

CHRONICLE THIRTY-FIVE, A. S. 4149 1. A Dish of Rue 2. "God go with you, dear Auntie!" 3. One Major Hindrance 4. Higher Ground 5. The Trial

CHRONICLE THIRTY-FIVE, VOL. II, RETROSTAR

CHRONICLE THIRTY-SIX, A. S. 4150 1. Street Women 2. The Golden Bowl 3. The Miracle 4. Noahdiah's Daughter 5. The Widow's Mites 6. Convergence on the Viaduct 7. Tower Ghosts 8. The Lustration 9. Falling Towers 10. The Tablets of Destiny

CHRONICLE THIRTY-SIX

CHRONICLE THIRTY-SEVEN, A. S. 5909 The Tower of Eder

CHRONICLE THIRTY-EIGHT, A. S. 5913 The Road to Enaim

CHRONICLES THIRTY-SEVEN and THIRTY-EIGHT, VOL. II, RETROSTAR

CHRONICLE THIRTY-NINE, A. S. 5918 1. The Many-Colored Robe 2. The Pit of Dothan 3. Twenty Pieces of Silver 4. The Iron Collar 5. The Wilderness of Shur 6. Visions of the Night 7. The Beak of Nebel 8. City of the Moon 9. The Cobra's Den 10. Thief in the Night 11. A Fruitful Bough

CHRONICLE THIRTY-NINE, VOL. II, RETROSTAR

CHRONICLE FORTY, A. S. 5920 Woes

CHRONICLE FORTY-ONE, A. S. 5923 Joseph the Steward!

CHRONICLES FORTY AND FORTY-ONE, VOL. II, RETROSTAR

CHRONICLE FORTY-TWO, A. S. 5926 1. War! 2. The Gold Harp 3. Daughter of the Desert 4. The Voice of the Pomegranate 5. The Scorpion's Sting 6. Sleepless in Paradise 7. The Road to Babelen 8. The King and the Prophetess 9. Angel of Death 10. The Gray Dove 11. Horsemen in Pairs

CHRONICLE FORTY-TWO, VOL. II, RETROSTAR

CHRONICLE FORTY-THREE, A. S. 5927 1. Rising Waters 2. The Death of Heaphes 3. More Falling Gods 4. Into the Pit 5. "Will you and your god slay him too?"

CHRONICLE FORTY-THREE, VOL. II, RETROSTAR

CHRONICLE FORTY-FOUR, A. S. 5929 1. Signet, Cord, and Staff 2. Joseph's Prison 3. "Forbidden Vases"

PART I, CHRONICLE FORTY-FOUR, VOL. II, RETROSTAR

4. Judah's Return

PART II, CHRONICLE FORTY-FOUR, VOL. II, RETROSTAR

5. Two Prodigals 6. Zenobia's Return 7. A Ring of Red and Black 8. The Lowest Pit

PART III, CHRONICLE FORTY-FOUR, VOL. II, RETROSTAR

CHRONICLE FORTY-FIVE, A. S. 5931 1. The Per-aa Dreamed 2. The Per-aa's Secret 3. The Ka of Narmer 4. Doors of Brass

PARTS 1-4, CHRONICLE 45, VOL. II, RETROSTAR

5. The White Lady PART 5, CHRONICLE FORTY-FIVE

6. Tamar's Children 7. Imhotep's Signet 8. The Sinking Ship 9. M.G.Y. Calling PARTS 6-9, CHRONICLE FORTY-FIVE, VOL. II, RETROSTAR

Book Three

CHRONICLE FORTY-SIX, A. S. 6098 1. A Second OP? 2. Pher's New Army 3. The Two Serpents, Part I

The Topaz

CHRONICLE FORTY-SIX, VOL. II, RETROSTAR

CHRONICLE FORTY-SEVEN, A. S. 6286 1. Waters of Blessing 2. Mosheh's Fire-Chariots 3. The Rod of a Ready Deliverer 4. The Pen of a Ready Writer

CHRONICLE FORTY-SEVEN, VOL. II, RETROSTAR

CHRONICLE FORTY-EIGHT, A. S. 6679 1. Lightning over Kedesh 2. Under the Tamar Tree 3. Tinker's Nail

CHRONICLE FORTY-EIGHT, VOL. II, RETROSTAR

CHRONICLE FORTY-NINE, A. S. 6688 Greener Pastures

CHRONICLE FIFTY, A. S. 6699 The Gleaner CHRONICLES FORTY-NINE and FIFTY, VOL. II, RETROSTAR

CHRONICLE FIFTY-ONE, A. S. 6700 Two Wives and an Attitude CHRONICLE FIFTY-ONE, VOL. II, RETROSTAR

CHRONICLE FIFTY-TWO, A. S. 7074 1. The Dove 2. The Fish 3. The Ship 4. The Worm and the Vine

CHRONICLE FIFTY-THREE, A. S. 7504 The Topmost Twig CHRONICLES FIFTY-TWO and FIFTY-THREE, VOL. II, RETROSTAR

CHRONICLE FIFTY-FOUR, A. S. 7506 1. The Lost Dream 2. The Colossus 3. The Fourth Man 4. "O God, how long?" CHRONICLE FIFTY-FOUR, VOl. II, RETROSTAR

(Chronicles Completed unmarked)

Volume III Battles of the DUBESOR

Book One

CHRONICLE FIFTY-FIVE, A. S. (ANNO STELLAE, Year of the Star) 7537 Mene, Mene, Tekel, Parsin CHRONICLE FIFTY-FIVE, VOL. III, RETROSTAR

CHRONICLE FIFTY-SIX, A. S. 8033 Iskander's Secret CHRONICLE FIFTY-SIX, VOL. III, RETROSTAR

CHRONICLE FIFTY-SEVEN, A. S. 8507

Notes on Algol, Gorgons, and Nergul

1. U the Dire Knight PART ONE, CHRONICLE FIFTY-SEVEN, VOL. III, RETROSTAR

2. Lords of Ahpikondia PART TWO, CHRONICLE FIFTY-SEVEN, VOL. III, RETROSTAR

3. Molu and the Gorgons PART THREE, CHRONICLE FIFTY-SEVEN, VOL. III, RETROSTAR

4. 02K05 00340 00000000000150000000001000000010 5. Peninah's Comeuppance PART FOUR, CHRONICLE FIFTY-SEVEN, VOL. III, RETROSTAR

6. Molu and the Gorgons, Part II 7. The East Gate Regained? PART FIVE, CHRONICLE FIFTY-SEVEN, VOL. III, RETROSTAR

Book Two

CHRONICLE FIFTY-EIGHT, A. S. 8732 1. Chiron's PQ Plan 2. Elektra's Comeuppance BOOK TWO, CHRONICLE FIFTY-EIGHT, VOL. III, RETROSTAR

3. Mink and the Flying Horse 4. Uwe's Last Farewell 5. The Wandering Paiute PART TWO, CHRONICLE FIFTY-EIGHT, VOL. III, RETROSTAR

6. Wally and the Nano-Queen 7. Michael's Last Trump PART THREE, CHRONICLE FIFTY-EIGHT, VOL. III, RETROSTAR

(Chronicles in Progress marked)

Book Three

THE LOST CHRONICLE, A. S. 9117 The Goatherd Who Turned King BOOK THREE, VOL. III, THE GOATHERD WHO TURNED KING, Retro Star

Book Four

CHRONICLE FIFTY-NINE, A. S. 10, 272 The Blind Man Who Could See BOOK FOUR, CHRONICLE FIFTY-NINE, VOL. III, RETROSTAR

CHRONICLE SIXTY, A. S. 10,282 1. The Shadow Line 2. The Lacquered Wardrobe 3. A Pilgrim's Heart BOOK FIVE, PART ONE, VOL. III, CHRONICLE SIXTY, RETROSTAR

4. Talulah's Star PART II, VOL. III, CHRONICLE SIXTY

IP 5. South by Southwest IP 6. The Gray Wolf IP 7. Lux ex Tenebris IP

CHRONICLE SIXTY-ONE, A. S. 10,995 1. Five Stars for the Long Road

CHRONICLE SIXTY-ONE, PART I, VOL. III, RETROSTAR

2. ARGO Unrequited 3. Pilgrim, Bluebird, Starboy CHRONICLE SIXTY-ONE, VOL. III, PART II-III, RETROSTAR

Part III,

CHRONICLE SIXTY-ONE, VOL. III, PART III CONTINUED, RETROSTAR

CHRONICLE SIXTY-ONE, VOL. III, PART IV, AND CONCLUSION

4. Zu the Birdman IP 5. The Tiger of Hagi IP 6. The White Stone

Book Five

Just as a classical Greek epic does not begin at the beginning but in the middle, so the Retrostar chronicles of Gabriel Tall Chief and Horace Brave Scout do not end at the ending--no, they finish exactly here: This is the Last Piece of the Whole Puzzle, Ariadne's Thread for the Labyrinth, Alexander's Sword for the Gordian Knot, the Checkmate, the Royal Flush, the Golden Key in Quinn's search for the meaning locked into his father's sand painting game...all rolled into one grand finale, one classical drama's catharsis and denouement, and...you must join the ARGO and decide for yourself if you really want to find what all men want but are maybe seeking in the wrong places and even dead-ends:

CHRONICLE SIXTY-TWO, A. S. 10,999 Voyage of the ARGO V: Quest of the Cybernauts PART I, CHRONICLE SIXTY-TWO, VOL. III, RETROSTAR

Part II, CHRONICLE SIXTY-TWO, VOL.III, RETROSTAR

PART III, OPTION NUMBER THREE, CHRONICLE SIXTY-TWO, RETROSTAR

PART IV, CHAMPION DAVID WILKERSON, CHRONICLE SIXTY-TWO, VOL. III, RETROSTAR

PART V, NONE OF THE ABOVE, CHRONICLE SIXTY-TWO, VOL. III, RETROSTAR

EPILOGUE I EPILOGUE I, "LAST TO LEAVE...," EPILOGUE FOR VOLUMES I-III, VOL. III, RETROSTAR

(Chronicles Completed unmarked, Chronicles In Progress marked)

Volume IV Lost Chronicles, Secret Chronicles, Mystery Chronicles, Unchronicles, Twin Chronicles with Appendix by Horace Brave Scout

Book One CHRONICLE OF THE INUNDATION, A. A. S. "Year of the Metamorph" How a small, big-winged, thirsty creature with only a sip of water on its tiny mind set in motion events that created the lake-like Mediterranean Sea--the vital body of water around which most of the earliest and greatest civilizations of mankind were birthed.

CHRONICLE OF THE INUNDATION, VOL. IV, RETRO STAR

SECRET CHRONICLE A. A. S. (Ante Anno Stellae, Before Year of the Star) 100,000 The Flamesteeds of Ara How the cherubic magistrate and Mercy-seat guardian, Uran, joined forces with Michael against the take-over of Universe I by the rebel archangel. How the other two cherubs fought to quarantine the equal threat to Universe II that was posed by the corrupted star-stones.

SECRET CHRONICLE, VOL. IV, RETROSTAR

CHRONICLE OF THE CRYSTAL BRIDGE A. A. S. 9, 500, Battle For the Bridge How Lucifer, the fallen archangel, fails to seize the vital Gate of Ara, which controls access to the twin Universes; how he makes up part of this loss with vindictive destruction, and goes on to attack the new species the Enemy has planted on what he sees as his exclusive domain, a planet in his allotted sector, Universe I. How going up against Michael a third time, for the control of the interplanetary bridge connecting Earth I and II, he is worsted by the loyalist forces commanded by Michael. It is a terribly humiliating and painful setback (almost as bad as being thrown out of heaven by the triumphant Michael and his armies!). Yet human beings, taken in by Lucifer getting them to rebel against the Enemy, remain his to control and manipulate any way he chooses. He has succeeded in stamping out all fearers of God, except for one man named Noah. That one man should be no problem, Lucifer reasoned. What could one man do against him? He, Lord Lucifer, had won the battle for Earth I--or so it seemed to him.

CHRONICLE OF THE CRYSTAL BRIDGE, VOL. IV, RETROSTAR

CHRONICLE OF THE STAR ORACLES (EARTH I) A. A. S. "The Day of Enoch" The Man Who Was Taken Up How Enoch, son of Lamech, cultivated a relationship with the Most High God when most men of his generation worshipped many gods and lived immorally and violently. How the Most High God was so pleased with Enoch that He reached down one day and took Enoch bodily into heaven, but before that day Enoch was given divine signs that signified the meanings God had put in the stars to guide all men back to the truth and to warn them of the coming of His Son, the Dragon-Destroyer.

CHRONICLE OF THE STAR ORACLES, VOL. IV, RETROSTAR

CHRONICLE OF THE HARVEST TIME, Part I A. A. S. 3,301, Year of the Sky Reaper, Harvest Time How no serpent can change its stripes and how a simple shepherd-farmer is confronted with an Atlantean plasma-harvesting expedition. How Lime Flower, Yew Tree's wife, and family coped with being dragged off from their village to slavery in Crooked Tree Village far down from the mountains and on the river plain, and how they were rescued by a God who was unlike all other gods of woods and trees and stones and brooks they had known and worshipped. VOL. IV, CHRONICLE OF THE SKY REAPER, PART I, RETROSTAR

CHRONICLE OF THE QUEST OF THE GOLDEN FLEECE

(EARTH II)

A. A. S. 1230-1200, Voyage of the Argonauts-- How the now extra-terrestrial, vampire race of the Atlanteans, working behind a convenient screen of (to their perspective) petty geopolitics of humanity, sought to stop Jason of Iolkos, also called The One-Sandalled, from gaining the Golden Fleece and returning a hero to Greece. All it needed was such a man of this caliber to unify the whole country of Achaea (at present a hodge-podge of rival city-states and kingdoms ruled by lesser men), which would then be a major setback to the expansion of Ilios and its snake goddess, the major player the Atlanteans had chosen to promote in their grand strategy to regain an Earth II recontructed to their liking.

PART I, CHRONICLE OF THE QUEST OF THE GOLDEN FLEECE, VOL. IV, RETROSTAR

PART II, CHRONICLE OF THE QUEST OF THE GOLDEN FLEECE, VOL. IV, RETROSTAR

PART III, CHRONICLE OF THE QUEST OF THE GOLDEN FLEECE, VOL. IV, RETROSTAR

PART IV, CHRONICLE OF THE QUEST OF THE GOLDEN FLEECE, VOL. IV, RETROSTAR

PART V, CHRONICLE OF THE QUEST OF THE GOLDEN FLEECE, VOL. IV, RETROSTAR

PART VI, CHRONICLE OF THE QUEST OF THE GOLDEN FLEECE, VOL. IV, RETROSTAR

PART VII, CHRONICLE OF THE QUEST OF THE GOLDEN FLEECE, VOL. IV, RETROSTAR

PART VIII, CHRONICLE OF THE QUEST OF THE GOLDEN FLEECE, VOL. IV, RETROSTAR

"NONE OF THE ABOVE," CONCLUSION, CHRONICLE OF THE QUEST OF THE GOLDEN FLEECE

CHRONICLE OF JASON'S CAPE A. A. S. 1228, Medea's Lost Love How a royal princess and Jason realized it was better to part and not marry rather than form a new ruling Achaean-Colchian dynasty, and how Medea wisely, without her champion Jason to defend her, let the throne of Colchis go and retired with a few servants to the life of a quiet life as a farmer and vintner and remained childless.

CHRONICLE OF JASON'S CAPE, VOL. IV, RETROSTAR

CHRONICLE OF THE TWO SERPENTS, PART II A. A. S. 1230-1200, The Horse of Tenedos How two serpents were released to cause havoc in the Upper World. How two ways of life, two sets of gods, two worlds collided at Ludim's chief city, Ilios, later called Troy (Troas) by the Romans. How the poets, chiefly Homer, celebrated the conflict in terms that glorified the heroes on both sides and capitalized on the abduction of a beautiful queen that supposedly sparked the conflict. How Atlanteans, continually meddling in human society for their own advantage, paid a prior visit with a burning "stone" that could have, if finished in construction and put to great effect in the war, have finished the Achaeans in their bid for mastery of the ancient world centered on the Aegean. How, then, the Two Serpent-Armed Goddess was deposed in the bud by the "Horse of Tenedos" and a new world was free to take shape that was not the one the Atlanteans would have chosen. How these vital affairs played out in the coming of Yeshua, and the Good News of that coming was able to be spread universally by the Greek language (not the mother-goddess's language of the Ludim, which would always be spoken locally, not universally like Greek).

CHRONICLE OF THE TWO SERPENTS, PART II, VOL. IV, RETROSTAR

CHRONICLE OF HORSES OF ISRAEL, A. A. S. 984, The Budding Sopetet How a prophet of Israel, destined to be one of her greatest, was born in Tishbe of Gilead, a village so small it was a flyspeck on the map, and how he suffered early hardship and rough training in Life's School of Hard Knocks, and how he came to confront the king of Israel, Ahab, because he took a foreign, idol-worshipping wife from the wicked heathen city of Sidon.

CHRONICLE OF THE HORSES OF ISRAEL, PART II, VOL. IV, RETROSTAR

CHRONICLE OF LION-KING, A. A. S. 686, The Wounded Lion, How the king of Assyria, though he was styled "King of the Universe," was badly mauled in a campaign against a tiny kingdom called Judah, and how he returned home without his army (which had mysteriously perished in camp in a single night) only to find his country stirring with rebellion against his tyrannical and disastrous rule.

CHRONICLE OF THE LION-KING, VOL. IV, RETROSTAR

CHRONICLE OF THE VISIONS OF DIVINE MEMORY A. A. S. 537 How the prophet of Israel, grown old, took ship from Joppa to the Iktis, the port city of the Isles of Tin in the Extremity of the West, taking not only his loyal servant Uthai but the Good News of the holy name and saving goodness and almighty power of the God of Abraham, Isaac, and Jacob to idol-worshipping tribes who burnt people as sacrifices in tree-high haystacks. How the prophet shared with them his divine visions of things and worlds to come.

CHRONICLE OF THE VISIONS OF DIVINE MEMORY, VOL. IV, RETROSTAR

CHRONICLE OF LIMERICK II A. A. S. 270 A Cruise on Joseph's Canal How two Irish Celts from the Gaelic Kingdom of Limerick serving as mercenary soldiers in Ptolemy II's army encountered a late and fading memory of a Great Deliverer who kept the land of Kem, Mizraim, the Land of Red and Black, from starving to death in the "Years of the Fat Hyena" when all crops failed for seven years in a row and the hyenas and other scavangers grew fat on the multitude of dead and dying animals and even the bodies of people left unburied in abandoned villages.

CHRONICLE OF LIMERICK II, VOL. IV, RETROSTAR

CHRONICLE OF CLEOPATRA A. A. S. 31, The Horse of Antirrhodus and the Burning Eye How the last ruler of the royal Macedonian line of Ptolemy in the Land of the Red and Black sought to stop Caius Julius Caesar Octavianus, the grand-nephew of the late Julius Casesar of Roma, from seizing her kingdom so that she could reign as Empress over East and West, with herself deified as the Goddess Isis's incarnation, thus heading the world's state religion. How she retrieved from the world-famed Museum of Alexandria's archives certain old books that contained plans for a super-weapon invented by a race of "Orthrysians"--reputed to be demi-gods from the distant past who had paid her predecessor, the Macedonian pharaoh Ptolemaeus II Philadelphus a state visit with this all-powerful weapon as a "gift" in exchange for certain concessions.

CHRONICLE OF CLEOPATRA, VOL. IV, RETROSTAR

CHRONICLE OF THE STAR OF THE ROSE A. S. 4 -, Wan Li and the Star-Men of the Zoziash How Wan Li, a wealthy merchant of the kingdom of Kuo in the lands of the East, met a prince of stargazers, and together in a caravan they followed the star of the coming King of the Jews--which first appeared in the Sign of the Fish set in the heavens by the Creator of heaven, the earth, and all things and creatures int them; how they met the wicked king in the West, and yet found the young Child born King of kings and Lord of lords, Whose star led them to his house in the little town of Bethlehem of Ephratah-Judaea; how Wan Li and the Star-men worshipped the divine Child, and gave Him royal gifts, then returned secretely without telling the wicked king the whereabouts of the precious Child, and how all their lives were changed forever by the mere sight and Presence of the holy Child.

CHRONICLE OF THE STAR OF THE ROSE, VOL. IV, RETROSTAR

CHRONICLE OF THE NATAL STAR A. S. 1-30, The Naked Brave How the Light-Bringer, Lucifer the Covering Cherub who hovered above the Throne of God and kept the Stones of Fire, lost his place in heaven after seeking to be Supreme Deity and was cast out by Michael the archangel and his loyalist forces. How the Messiah, only Son of the Great Father Spirit, leaving the Great Council Fire to live and fight for his Father on Earth (lost to Lucifer and his allies), stripped off his skin and scalp, leaving them shining in his Father's sky-lodge, and how like a star they went seeking for him on Earth.

Reunion How the Messiah, the Bright Morning Star, was rejoined by His stellar glory after his great Victory, and how one of the thieves crucified beside him on a cross shared in the Yeshuas' incomparable splendor.

CHRONICLE OF THE NATAL STAR, VOL. IV, RETROSTAR

CHRONICLE OF THE RIBBON-BEARER A. S. 30, Part I, Tsedahh's Quest How heaven's most insignificant angel was given the task of finding the Universe's most significant tree.

CHRONICLE OF THE RIBBON-BEARER, PART I, VOL. IV, RETROSTAR

2. Secret Sharers How two secret disciples of Yeshua, the condemned and executed Messiah-claimant, were unwitting participants in the greatest drama of the ages, and how one, Joseph of Arimathea, took the news of that Event to the Earth's far corner, the coasts and isles of Britain, and how he gave a lasting apostolic blessing to safeguard the land against heathen barbarians after his departure.

CHRONICLE OF THE RIBBON-BEARER, PART II, VOL. IV, RETROSTAR

3. A New Name How Tsedahh the Ribbon-Bearer retrieved the ribbon and after loosing it above Jerusalem was appointed Keeper of the Tree of Life for eternity, and how he received a new name and a glorious, bright make-over.

CHRONICLE OF THE RIBBON-BEARER, PART III, VOL. IV, RETROSTAR

CHRONICLE OF THE SUFFERING SERVANT A. S. 33, The Forsaken Stream How Yeshua took a towel and wash basin of the lowest household slave and taught his disciples what the Messiahship truly meant on the eve of his trials before the Jewish Council, Pilatus Pontius, and Tetrarch King Herod. CHRONICLE OF THE SUFFERING SERVANT, VOL. IV, RETROSTAR

CHRONICLE OF SAUL IN SELA, (OR, PAULUS IN PETRA) A. S. 35, The Eighth Pillar of Wisdom How the budding apostle (who would change his name to Paulus) received a revelation about God's grace directly from the Source, and how it changed his entire perspective on life and the course of his life, not to mention the direction and whole ethos and spirituality of Western Civilization and even the world at large.

CHRONICLE OF SAUL IN SELA, VOL. IV, RETROSTAR

CHRONICLE OF THE THIRD HEAVEN A. S. 49 How two apostles, Paul and Barnabus, reached Lystra in Asia Minor with the Good News of Yeshua, but were hideously stoned when the people, incited by anti-missionaries, turned against them after first proclaiming them gods, Zeus and Mercury (Barnabus called Zeus because of his substantial size and Paulus, being small, called Mercury). How in death (for Paulus was killed) Paulus was taken to view heaven, but was restored to life and sent back to finish his mission on Earth by Yeshua Himself.

CHRONICLE OF THE THIRD HEAVEN, VOL. IV, RETROSTAR

CHRONICLE OF THE HORSE OF TROAS A. S. 50, Philippi Calling How Paulus and two companions, Silas and Lucanus, all believers in Yeshua the Messiah, paused at Troas Alexandria on the coast of Asia Minor (Ionia) to rest and pray. How this epic site where two world-views and their respective gods and goddesses had fought for supremacy 1,180 years before became an even more epic launching point for Paulus's Gospel, for from this jumping-off point to all of Europe a new world was launched at the same time that would overturn the seemingly all-powerful, pagan Roman Empire itself.

CHRONICLE OF THE HORSE OF TROAS

CHRONICLE OF PAULUS AND SILAS IN PRISON A. S. 50, Birth of a Church and a New World How Paulus received a vision in the port of Alexandria Troas (a city near ancient Troy on the NW coast of Asia Minor) of a man of Macedonia urgently calling him to cross over with the Gospel, and how he and Silas were treated in Phillipi of Macedonia and how the city's jailor and his whole family were converted, which was the start of not only a new church but a new world.

CHRONICLE OF PAUL AND SILAS IN PRISON, VOL. IV, RETROSTAR

UNCHRONICLE OF THE CHAINED APOSTLE, A. S. 63, Paulus in Britain How Paulus and Silas journeyed to the Estremeity of the West, also known as the Isles of Tin, to bring the good news of Christus to the pagan (and sometimes Jewish) inhabitants. CHRONICLE OF THE WEARY ANGEL A. S. 65 "Welcome, O Sweet Angel of Death" How Paulus, summoned back to court in Rome by the magistrate (a cynical man and Roman pragmatician) handling his case, found the innocent man somehow deserving of death, and how the condemned apostle greeted death by beheading in such a way that the unjust judge could hardly believe his ears when he questioned his aide about Paulus's last words.

UNCHRONICLE OF THE CHAINED APOSTLE and CHRONICLE OF THE WEARY ANGEL

CHRONICLE OF THE FOUR CROSSES A. S. 289, 1. The Theban Insurrection, 2. The Tenth Man How a chief killed his best warriors out of pride, but in doing so made them even greater warriors in the country of sky lodges, where they held the river ford against the raiding Red Dog Star while he suffered everlasting shame for his deed.

CHRONICLE OF THE FOUR CROSSES, VOL. IV, RETROSTAR

CHRONICLE OF THE M-Q WILD GOOSE A. S. 349, Wan Hoo the Kaikonaut and the Rocket Chair How a son honored his ailing, aged mother and went to find the potent herb on the moon to cure her and make her live forever, thereby becoming the first man to attempt to fly there on a "wild goose" (the rocket-propelled chair he invented).

CHRONICLE OF THE M-Q WILD GOOSE, VOL. IV, RETROSTAR

CHRONICLE OF EIRE'S MESSIAH A. S. 362, The Slave's Gift How Magonus Sucutus Patricius, a young, licentious, shallowly-believing Christian Briton of the noble Roman curiale class, was kidnapped and enslaved by Irish raiders, then later escaped from slavery in Ireland and returned home by a ship trading Irish wolfhounds, only to be accosted in a dream by an Irishman begging the noble youth to return and bring the light and deliverance to the lost and despairing people of the Emerald Island.

CHRONICLE OF EIRE's MESSIAH, VOL. IV, RETRO STAR

CHRONICLE OF THE PAY-BACK A.S. 410, The Fall of Roma, A.S. 1453 - Lamentations with Sacqueboutes How the Burgundians reaped what they sowed; how when barbarians they first shared in the destruction and sack of Western Roma, then benefited by the very civilization they helped destroy, becoming rich and powerful and even Christian in the formerly Roman territory they seized; how the East Roma emperor came to them seeking help against the Moslem Turks attacking his capital city, all that was left of his empire; how he went back to Constantinople without the Burgundian's aid, and how later the Burgundians lost not only their once glorious realm (full of music and feasting and courtly manners) and shining destiny but were reduced to Dijon, a brand of mustard.

CHRONICLE OF THE PAY-BACK, VOL. IV, RETROSTAR

CHRONICLE OF THE BLACK-ROBE A. S. 735, Herald of the Parousia: Bede of Wearmouth-Jarrow How a young brave of the Anglo-Saxons found refuge in a great stone tipi filled with holy men, and how he became a recorder of great things, and how he saw even greater things at the end of his life, which when written his frightened scribe thrust secretly, he thought, into the fire, only it refused to burn--things such as a future world ruler with his throne in London, a royal family renamed Windsor, and even a "people's princess, the glossy Cow Bird beauty called Diana.

CHRONICLE OF THE BLACK-ROBE, VOL. IV, RETROSTAR

CHRONICLE OF THE BROKEN EAGLE FEATHER A. S. 878, A Refuge from the Storm How a mighty chief of a tribe fought tribes that came from the east stealing his people's horses and burning their tipis, and how, led by the wisdom of an old woman on the Isle of Athelney, he found a way to save his country, Wessex, which grew and became the mighty nation called England--a nation which came to possess power to obtain a vast realm and change the world. CHRONICLE OF THE BROKEN EAGLE FEATHER, VOL. IV, RETROSTAR

CHRONICLE OF THE WASICHU'S COMING IP A. S. 1620, The Mayflower How pale-skinned, strange newcomers who sailed a great canoe named for a flower and who wore many thicknesses of buckskins settled in a place with bad spirits but learned from us the Vanished People how to plant and produce plenty to eat.

CHRONICLE OF THE BLACK PRIMSTAV A. S. 1707, Chronicler of the Messiah How a rather ordinary Norwegian dairyman, Dreng Bjornsson, began a new Norwegian calendar stick, carving it to replace the old one that had been handed down to him. How the calendar stick became the opportunity for the enlargement of Dreng Bjornsson's vision of the world and the future as well, in the most unexpected way.

CHRONICLE OF THE BLACK PRIMSTAV

CHRONICLE OF THE WASICHU GHOST DANCER A. S. 1755, Bullets That Turned to Raindrops How a young chief trained his spirit with such wisdom and prudence that even bullets could not touch him (and later he would lead the new nation that formed after he achieved victory with arms over the superior forces of the British).

CHRONICLE OF THE WASICHU GHOST DANCER, VOL. IV, RETROSTAR

CHRONICLE OF THE DIVER'S CASQUE A. S. 1768, Angel of the Lake How Gouveneur Morris, a great leader of the Wasichu who helped write the Great Covenant of his people, when a young man was rescued from drowning in a sporting dive in a lake located on the Morrises' Manhattan island estate.

CHRONICLE OF THE DIVERS' CASQUE, VOL. IV, RETROSTAR

CHRONICLE OF THE ASSASSIN A. S. 1775, The Lieutenant's Aim How a British sharpshooter had the commanding general of the break-away American colonies's arm dead in his gunsights, but, despite all his training and the 1,000 pounds paid him, could not bring himself to pull the trigger on what he saw to be a true king and a man of noble soul.

CHRONICLE OF THE ASSASSIN, VOL. IV, RETROSTAR

CHRONICLE OF THE GREAT WHITE FATHER'S PASSING A. S. 1799 How George Washington, who could have ruled the brand-new United States of America as a king but declined a third term and everything else smacking of kingship, spent his last day of life busily inspecting his estate and the well-being of its servants and workers; how he fell ill from a chill caught from five hours exposure to the raw weather, and how the unscientific medicine of the day not only failed to help but hastened him to his death; nhow the Dream he had dreamed was reviewed by an aged black woman of devout faith, and how the Dream fared along with the great one who dreamed it.

CHRONICLE OF THE GREAT WHITE FATHER'S PASSING, VOL. IV, RETROSTAR

CHRONICLE OF THE GARDENE OF DESTINYE A. S. 1850, Holiday at Castle Edzell How an eight year old girl from Abbotsbury solves the castle's greatest mind-game, a puzzle left over from the Age of Titans and later amended by Joseph of Arimathea and the 17th Century Tradescant brothers that was reputed to hold a key to the future well-being, even the preservation, of the British Isles.

CHRONICLE OF THE GARDENE OF DESTINYE, VOL. IV, RETRO STAR

CHRONICLE OF THE WASICHU BROTHERS' WAR A. S. 1863, Christmas at Andersonville How the white brothers of the North and South fought, and how the brother of the North, after terrible setbacks administered by the South's genius in war-craft and chieftainship, finally prevails--but in a Christmas play in a prison camp, not on the battlefield.

CHRONICLE OF THE WASICHU BROTHERS' WAR, VOL. IV, RETROSTAR

CHRONICLE OF THE BELZONI EXHIBIT A. S. 1865, Part I, The Colossus of Thebes, Part II, Twenty Minutes After Ten, Part III, "Where are you taking the Colossus, my good fellow?" How the reputed Colossus of Thebes representing the Pharaoh of the Hebrew Captivity came to Washington and was given a Presidential visit, and how the dying President, a Colossus to come, came to view the end in turn of the future Washington City. CHRONICLE OF THE BELZONI EXHIBIT, VOL. IV, RETRO STAR

CHRONICLE OF TWO BROTHERS A. S. 1865-, Giant Footprints How the Wasichu flooded the land of the Lakota, and how a young pioneer Wasichu "sodbuster" on a Dakota Territory homestead saved the life of a Rosebud Lakota chief who was Gabriel Tall Chief's great-grandfather.

CHRONICLE OF THE TWO BROTHERS, VOL. IV, RETROSTAR

CHRONICLE OF THE BLACK SHIP'S CREW A. S. 1877, Escape from Wolverton How two delinquent boys escaped from a rural Californian reform school and were enlisted in a computerized wargame far in the future after one of them killed the other.

CHRONICLE OF THE BLACK SHIP'S CREW, VOL. IV, RETRO STAR

CHRONICLE OF THE GREY DOVE A. S. 1878, Wings over Te Aute How Te Hapuku and Karaitiana, two of the greatest warriors and chiefs of the Island of the Long Cloud, who had fought a bloody war over selling land to the white Europeans and opposed each other as bitter enemies for twenty five long years, were finally brought together by a compassionate intermediary, Sir George Grey, Premier of New Zealand, as Chief Te Hapuku lay dying in his lodge; how the wonders of the far future were unveiled before the amazed premier as he was given the secret meanings of the wonderfully intricate wood carvings of the Maori people--carvings that, to the Maori, contained not just the future but the power, the mana, of the world.

CHRONICLE OF THE GREY DOVE, VOL. IV, RETROSTAR

CHRONICLE OF THE SAN FRANCISCO BAY BRIDGE A. S. 1889, Norton's Grand Vision How a self-crowned "Emperor of the Americas and Protector of Mexico" in San Francisco envisoned a great bridge spanning the Bay, that not only would carry the commerce of men but their hearts' forgiveness and reconciliation. CHRONICLE OF THE SAN FRANCISCO BAY BRIDGE, VOL. IV, RETRO STAR

CHRONICLE OF THE LISTENING HEARTS A. S. 1912, 1. Wrestlers at the Brook How a Welsh miner left his home and job and followed a divine call to Swansea to establish a training camp for prayer warriors.

CHRONICLE OF THE LISTENING HEART, PART I, VOL. IV, RETROSTAR

2. The Premonition How a mother in Second Class aboard a luxury liner on its maiden voyage in the North Atlantic could not sleep because the ship had been called "unsinkable," and spent most of three days voyage sitting up and praying.

CHRONICLE OF THE LISTENING HEART, PART II, VOL. IV, RETROSTAR

3. "Sweet dreams, Mademoiselle!" How a rich, little girl in First Class aboard the doomed ship dreamed what was going to happen, and how her French governess calmed the girl and wished her sweet dreams only a few minutes before the vessel was fatally struck and sent to the bottom of the sea.

CHRONICLE OF THE LISTENING HEART, PART III, VOL. IV, RETROSTAR

CHRONICLE OF THE TIGERS' FEAST A. S. 1919, The Mirrors of Versailles How a Paris peace conference of the victorious Allies after the Great World War brokered a total disaster of a treaty at Versailles that, unforgiving and punishing Germany beyond any nation's endurance, automatically produced the Second World War, and how the famous mirrors of Versailles framing the conference room, being totally objective and honest, reflected a far different scene than Clemenceau, Wilson, and Lloyd George wished to portray to the anxious, watching world.

CHRONICLE OF THE TIGERS' FEAST, VOL. IV, RETROSTAR

CHRONICLE OF THE RAT STAR AND THE EXODUSTER A. S. 1919, Convergence in Kansas How a young black Kansas farm girl, Pearl Shoey, painted barn rats red to get rid of them, and saw then a red-glowing star that afterwards she thought must of changed her beloved Pa, because he seemed never the same after the red star touched him with its light. CHRONICLE OF THE RAT STAR AND THE EXODUSTER, VOL. IV, RETROSTAR

CHRONICLE OF THE ICE BIRD--PART I A.S. 1922, Shackleton's Third Expedition Continued How Sir Ernest Shackleton, famed polar explorer, on a solo day trip doing reconaissance for his third expedition south to the Pole by way of McMurdo's Dry Valleys--a 1,500 square mile tract of ice-free terrain--finds a strange, mastless ship, which he enters just as a polar cyclonic storm strikes, rndering the area uninhabitable. Christening it ENDURANCE II, after his last ship, the three-masted barkentine ENDURANCE that was crushed in the ice of the Weddell Basin, he sails on a pre-determined curse to the stars in the north, the Constellation of Orion, with a mission he does nt know until he reaches his destination.

CHRONICLE OF THE ICE BIRD, PART I, VOL. IV, RETROSTAR

CHRONICLE OF THE TRAVOIS A. S. 1919-1939, The War Between Wars How the First Horse, Ian "Breaks Eggs, " learned many things from Second Horse, until both could pull the travois together to the place chosen for the Great Council Fire of the End-Time.

CHRONICLE OF THE TRAVOIS, VOL. IV, RETROSTAR

CHRONICLE OF YELLOWSTONE DAYS A. S. 1928, Song of the Golden West How the rollicking, high-spirited, hard-working girls and boys serving the crowds at Yellowstone, easily the premier national park of America, enjoyed a moment of innocence and beauty so rare in the world, not realizing it was all over for them and their generation in but a few months, with the Wall Street stock market melt-down of '29 just one incident in the long road backwards to the Stone Age.

CHRONICLE OF THE TIME ROCKET, VOL. IV, RETROSTAR

CHRONICLE OF RAGNAROK A. S. 1937, Singer of the Ancient Seer How a bard left the Emerald Island to look at old vellum books and paintings preserved by the Benedictines in a monastery in Padua, Italia, and how they warned him about a second great world conflict of the Wasichu nations, which would usher in the new world order and the rise of a lion-bodied, man-headed Beast, the False Messiah, who would seize world power and crush out all the light of liberty and decency in Civilisation. CHRONICLE OF RAGNAROK, VOL. IV, RETROSTAR

CHRONICLE OF THE MOUNTAIN TOMB A. S. 1938, Eugenio's Secret How a Basque fighting with the Loyalist forces in the Spanish Civil War found ancient scrolls and artifacts in a tomb that were older than even Eskual Herria, the Basque homeland that predated every other nation and nationality in Europe.

CHRONICLE OF THE MOUNTAIN TOMB, VOL. IV, RETROSTAR

CHRONICLE OF THE OSLO TAPESTRY A. S. 1938, Katrine's Secret How a Norwegian woman, living alone, grew so desperate about her bone-dry spiritual condition that she would do anything, even take pictures of simple leaves and shadows in her garden, if it would help restore her faith--pictures forming a tapestry portraying events to come that would have astounded the world if all of them had been made public.

CHRONICLE OF THE OSLO TAPESTRY, VOL. IV, RETROSTAR

CHRONICLE OF THE RUINED CATHEDRAL A. S. 1940, Winter of the Soul How Coventry was sacrificed, along with its ancient cathedral and much of its population, by a decision of Churchill who aimed to let the bombers through without any warning to Coventry in order to make the Nazis believe their secret code had not been cracked by Britain's code breakers at Bletchley House. How a half-literate scrubwoman in the smoking ruins of the Cathedral found the means to confront the unspeakable tragedy of losing practically everything in the bombing and firestorm that destroyed Coventry; that is, her husband, children, neighbors, city, cathedral, even her house and job.

CHRONICLE OF THE RUINED CATHEDRAL, VOL. IV. RETROSTAR

CHRONICLE OF THE SEA LION A. S. 1940, 1. Convergence at Abbotsbury How a pious, elder daughter caring for an aged, ailing mother, prayed the right prayer, effectively throwing a switch to a most powerful blessing 1,900 years old.

CHRONICLE OF THE SEA LION, PART I, VOL. IV, RETROSTAR

2. Winter's Grace How a Welsh "College of Intercessionary Prayer-warcraft and Fasting," founded by a former coal miner, succeeded in turning the major events of World War II, starting with the Battle of Britain.

CHRONICLE OF THE SEA LION, PART II, RETROSTAR

3. No Wings But a Prayer How Sir Francis Cecil, hereditary Lord St. Aubyn of the Mount of St. Michael, Cornwall, while squadron commander of Spitfires in the Battle of Britain, was struck wingless by enemy fire but continued flying, and how he was taken out over the coast where he witnessed an even greater event taking place off the notoriously stormgirt Chesil Banks.

CHRONICLE OF THE SEA LION, PART III, VOL. IV, RETROSTAR

4. Ivy's Grand Slam How a little English girl in Portsmouth changed her bedtime prayer and turned back an incoming V-2, setting it on a trajectory that almost took Shickelgruber out of the war.

CHRONICLE OF THE SEA LION, PART IV, VOL. IV, RETROSTAR

CHRONICLE OF THE PILLAR OF LIGHT, A. S. 1940- , How on Earth I Elijah, a Romanian boy growing up in a brutalM Communist-ruled country, found a miracle-producing faith just like Jason the Argonaut's to stand up against the impossible odds of confronting a militaristic, atheist dictatorship destroying his beloved homeland, and how he made a new life for himself, succeeding after tens of thousands before him had been slain in the same attempt to win freedom.

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CHRONICLE OF THE ORACLE OF MENO A. S. 1938-1941, St. Roderick's Secret How a Basque patriot, deserting the Loyalist army in the Spanish Civil War, became a free lance secret agent for the British side against the Nazis, luring Shickelgruber into the race for a Super-Bomb while withholding vital information that would have made the Nazi project a success.

CHRONICLE OF THE ORACLES OF MENO, VOL. IV, RETROSTAR

CHRONICLE OF THE RAG DOLL A. S. 1943, Christmas at Auschwitz How a young, brilliant, blind chemist, soon to perish in a gas chamber, afraid it was all for nothing, was given unmistakable proof her life was divinely touched. CHRONICLE OF THE RAG DOLL

CHRONICLE OF THE BAYEUX TAPESTRY'S SECRET PANELS A. S. 1944, Questioning the Sphinx How nuns guarded what came to be known as the world's most famous tapestry, the one detailing the Norman invasion of England in 1066, and how an American nun, an expert in tapetries, discovered additional panels that had not been sewn onto the masterpiece--panels that had been kept secret for the obvious reason they were found so disturbing because they were so prophetic about the world to come.

CHRONICLE OF THE BAYEUX TAPESTRY'S SECRET PANELS, Vol. IV, Retro Star

CHRONICLE OF THE BROKEN GLASS A. S. 1945, 1. Legacy How the victorious chieftains at the Potsdam council meeting from Britain, the U.S., and the Soviet Union, in the name of peace started the "War of Ice," and how Britain's "Tube Alloys" nuclear project came to nothing with suppression and disappearance of vital M-2 intelligence, and President Truman's ace in the hole, the Manhattan Project's Super-Bomb, fizzled at Alamagordo--apparently forcing America to join forces with Britain and Stalin's Russia to fight on to the finish with conventional forces against Premier Hideki Tojo's best troops and, unknown as yet to the Allies and their war planners, a whole nation swept by Kamikaze, the "Divine Wind".

CHRONICLE OF THE BROKEN GLASS, PART I, VOL. IV, RETROSTAR

2. The Pack Rat How a peddler of information, selling whatever he dug up to the highest bidder, happened on a deadly superweapon--one of three that Senhor Averinata had offered the British--that later would be used to help tip the scales against America in favor of the United Nations and a world government. To the Jews the crushing of the wine glass in a Jewish wedding recalled the destruction of the Temple by the Romans in ANNO 70, but to the Basques, it meant the whole universe was shattered--never ever to be put back together as it had been. (How could he barter and trade the destinies of whole nations as if they were trinkets and trifles? Peddlers, like foraging rats, consider only the present moment, and the penny or two gained or lost--never the long haul, which is, for a peddler, far to frightening to even consider in a rodent-type mind. Without the ship, the rat would drown in the open sea. Yet it infests the ship, spreads its diseases with its own dirt, and gives the crew a deadly plague, and the ship, without anyone to guide it to safety, strikes a rock and sinks, drowning the rats who caused the disaster. This has happened countless times. Their own nature, thus, gnaws off the rope that holds them above the pit. Pity the civilization where such men, such vermin, proliferate and gain high office! And you can always tell the end is near when such are numerous and run free, from deck to deck!).

CHRONICLE OF THE BROKEN GLASS, PART II, VOL. IV, RETROSTAR

3. The Angels of USS Indianapolis IP How on July 29, following the successful test of a new death ray in the first week of July, that dissolved atomic structures and could fuse human flesh to metal, a battleship was loaded with the deadly "gadget" and sailed for Tinian, an island in the Marianas Chain. Locked in a steel box bolted to the deck of the captain's cabin, the weapon that would knock the Japanese on the home islands to their knees would be assembled in the secret facility at North Field on Tinian, then deployed by aircraft over the first test cities of Tokyo and Kyoto, the two most revered cities in Japan and the centers of Japanese cultural life. How the best laid plan of the war came to naught, with details of immense tragedy and even angelic intervention that were so explosive in nature they could never be revealed to the American public.

CHRONICLE OF THE BROKEN GLASS, PART 3, VOL. IV, RETROSTAR

4. The Divine Wind How Operation Downfall, the invasion of the Japanese home islands, ultimately succeeded but without superweapons proved so costly to America and Russia that they had cause to recall King Pyrrhus of the Greek kingdom of Epirus, who conquered Roman armies on their home turf but sustained such heavy losses he complained in his famous statement known for its unforgettable pathos, "Another such victory and I am ruined!"

CHRONICLE OF THE BROKEN GLASS, PART 4, VOL. IV, RETROSTAR

CHRONICLE OF THE HORSE OF NAKING A.S. 1947, A light in Prison; A.S. 1950, Victory in Shibuya How a flier with Colonel Doolittle on his surprise raid of Tokyo afterwards was himself surprised to find there was a way out of the all-consuming hatred he felt for the Japanese guards who were starving and torturing him and other P.O.W.s.

How the mission commander of the Japanese squadron that devastated Pearl Harbor's naval force met the flier after his release and how a great light was passed from the dark hole of Nanking to the former mission commander in Tokyo"s Shibuya Train Station.

CHRONICLE OF THE HORSE OF NANKING, VOL. IV, RETROSTAR

CHRONICLE OF THE WINTER SACRIFICE A. S. 1947, 1. Winter's Child How deeply the alien star's rays penetrated postwar America, and how an old farmer's beloved son was killed in the Wioteheka hi, Month of Terrible Moons. 2. Plain View Farm How two deaths in a fiery plane crash were needed to thaw the frozen hearts of two other men.

CHRONICLE OF THE KILLER BEAR'S DESCENT A. S. 1951, The Bear and the Lamb How Djugashvilli fared, while on the operating table in the Kremlin, as a small army of surgeons desperately tried to preserve his life after a massive sroke; how they failed and Djugashvilli, an atheist, found himself still alive, imprisoned in an Afterlife cell which could only be described as hellish. How things got progressively worse for him, as he encountered a strange Jew wearing a prayer shawl and next faced a Judge sitting on a throne so immense it couldn't be anyone less than God sitting upon it, and how he was judged by the testimonies of thirty or so millions he had had tortured and slain, and how after that he found himself shunted into a burning lake of blast furnance intensity, and how he, like all the others in it, were forgotten.

CHRONICLE OF THE KILLER BEAR'S DESCENT, VOL. IV, RETROSTAR

CHRONICLE OF THE MAN LIKE A BRIDGE A.S. 1956, The Search How a young woman of the First World discovered the way back to her lost childhood faith, a faith that carried her all the way to Third World Cameroon wilderness in West Africa where it finally set its roots deep and briefly bloomed. CHRONICLE OF THE MAN LIKE A BRIDGE

MYSTERY CHRONICLE OF THE 50TH ANNIVERSARY A. S. 1962 The Phantom Ship How Lt. Greg Culpepper's life and career took a radical turn and plunge to the bottom of society after a storm at sea and his sighting of the R.M.S. TITANIC going down as he was inspecting the lighthouse facilities at Cape Disappointment and North Head on the mouth of the Columbia River, Washington State. MYSTERY CHRONICLE OF THE 50th ANNIVERSARY, VOL. IV, RETROSTAR

CHRONICLE OF EDYTH'S GOLDEN CROSS A. S. 1963, A Truth Not Told How Miss Edyth Hamilton, humanist, classicist, and world-renowned authority on Greek and Norse mythology, was strangely confronted on her deathbed with certain false premises that undergird her whole life-work.

CHRONICLE OF EDYTH'S GOLDEN CROSS, VOL. IV, RETROSTAR

CHRONICLE OF THE LADY OF THE SPARROWS, A Tale of Old New York and Central Park A.S. 1964, Lucky's Big Strike How Lucretiza Tisdale, a spinster lady in her nineties, fed the sparrows of Central Park faithfully every day and how her death under the wheels of a beer truck brought changes, through the very sparrows she had given soda crackers, that she could not otherwise have achieved at her age and with her insignificant, sparrowlike strength.

CHRONICLE OF THE LADY OF THE SPARROWS, VOL. IV, RETROSTAR

CHRONICLE OF THE FIGHTING ANGEL, PARTS I AND II A. S. 1963 How the Swensons, a young American newlywed couple, in training for the mission field, took a break from language school in Paris, and came to a crisis of their relationship and a man's faith in God on and beneath the Mount of St. Miguel, the Fighting Angel.

CHRONICLE OF THE FIGHTING ANGEL, VOL. IV, RETRO STAR

PART II: How the Swensons came to share their Christmas with the Fulani Tribe in Cameroon, West Africa, and how their cheer spread from there as far as the stars to a lost tribe of the Alpha Centaurii.

PART II, CHRONICLE OF THE FIGHTING ANGEL AND CHRONICLE OF THE LOST TRIBE (VOL. VI, NATAL CONVERGENCE, "A FULANI CHRISTMAS," RETRO STAR

CHRONICLE OF THE REVIVAL OF HAGIA SOPHIA A.S. 1968 How Lidia, a Greek Orthodox nun, ventured from her safe refuge in a convent in Athens, to return by tourist boat to her lost homeland in the Turkish nation that had forced her family to flee for their lives in the savage. almost genocidal war that broke out between the Greeks and Turks after World War I. How she learned things she did not expect from her day trip and contact with the enemy occupying her people's chief city and seat of the Greek Orthodox Patriarchate of Constantinople and East Rome. How she received a gift she would always treasure--and ceased feeling herself robbed by the Turks though they had taken her Greek homeland as their own and pushed out virtually all her fellow Greeks.

CHRONICLE OF THE REVIVAL OF HAGIA SOPHIA, VOL. IV, RETROSTAR

CHRONICLE OF THE SHOW ME STATE'S PROPHET (EARTH I) A. S. 1966, Elijah's Mantle How young and aspiring Brad Bright Jr. dreamed of becoming a prophet to "Holy Spirit-led, on-fire" Pentecostal churches in Missouri, his home state. How his promising life was cut short by a fatal collision with a tree when he was driving his truck home from a church youth meeting, and how his dream of ministry was defeated only temporarily, as a bit later he was brought back to serve with Elijah's mantle in the war against the AntiChrist Beast and his prophet during the post-Rapture Tribulation Period.

CHRONICLE OF THE SHOW ME STATE PROPHET, VOL. IV, RETROSTAR

CHRONICLE OF THE GIANT CHIEFS A. S. 1972, Two Sayings of Uwe Hantsbo Regarding the Atlanteans: Elektra's Sad Fate, and Atlantis on the rocks, anyone? How the Earth's tribe of original giants that stood like the tallest trees on Earth lived in a vast land that sank beneath the Eastern Sea.

CHRONICLE OF THE BLUE BRIDGE SALIENT A. S. 1973-1978 Even while the armies of France, Britain, and America struggled unsuccessfully in southern Asia to push back the communist forces from the north, a greater battle was being fought among the stars. How Atlantean star fleets combined with the red star and other star-stones to force an entry into the Great Nebula in order to destroy the protective forces centered at the Blue Brige. How, nearly successful, they were rebuffed, forcing an Atlantean subcommander to retreat to Earth.

CHRONICLE OF THE BLUE BRIDGE SALIENT, VOL. IV, RETROSTAR

CHRONICLE OF HANTSBO'S NOTES A.S. 199?, On the Bipedal Workforce of 1994tk66--A Flying Texas How Uwe Hantsbo discovered on a planetoid a most interesting cache of mutants, freeze-dried specimens of the very kinds that had been proposed by a Washington geographical society in its magazine to be authentic human prototypes proven by science and archeology. The only problem, as Hantsbo points out, is that they were found all mixed together, obvious contemporaries, not separated by millions of years or mere hundreds of thousands as was said to be the case by the East Coast Brahmin evolutionists entrenched in the powerful, elitist geographical society.

CHRONICLE OF HANTSBO'S NOTES, VOL. IV, RETROSTAR

CHRONICLE OF THE ICE BIRD, PART II A. S. 1973, Voyage of the PRION Inspired by Shackleton's legendary heroism, how an exlorer from New Zealand set out to be the first to circumnavigate Antarctica in a small boat solo, and stumbled into an unknown "Devil's Triangle" of ancient Atlantean orgin just off East Antarctica's Ross Ice Shelf that changed his course so radically he was propelled in space and also time as far as an ancient Atlantean outpost opposite the gate of the Great Nebula of Orion--the very site of what Tennison the Poet Laureate of Britain described as holding a "vast mystic charm." CHRONICLE OF THE ICE BIRD, PART II, VOL. IV, RETROSTAR

MYSTERY CHRONICLE OF THE WHITE CANOE A. S. 1977, Fairwind in Deep Waters How a young electric plant operator of mixed working class and New England blue blood background takes a cruise into the unknown mysteries of time and space aboard what had first seemed a New York based cruise ship on its way to Peru.

MYSTERY CHRONICLE OF THE WHITE CANOE, VOL. IV, RETRO STAR

CHRONICLE OF THE ICE BIRD, PART III A. S. 1978, Cavendish in the Sky with Diamonds A somewhat crusty curmugeon of a retired journalist, in remission from cancer but angry over the recent loss of his wife to the same disease, reflected on the supreme irony of his life. He had planned his retirement so differently! He had just begun writing poetry, meditations, and music under a nice nom de plume when his new, promising, third career of letters and music was stopped right in its tracks by a disaster in his own home: his wife had taken deathly ill. Cancer! Now he was too sick to go on writing and composing--even though the time to do it was his again, lying heavy on his weak, trembling hands. Feeling like the icy, polar coulds of Global Freezing would hang over his head until he died, he goes out into his ruined and half-frozen back yard and changes places with a Prion, a polar bird that has wandered into his garden and died. Somehow the bird in death becomes him, giving him wings of a starship that can touch the farthest stars and Orion, Gateway to the Morning, where something bright and shining with destiny for everyone on earth seemed to open to him.

CHRONICLE OF THE ICE BIRD, PART III, VOL. IV, RETRO STAR

CHRONICLE OF FOXY PASSES A. S. 1983 How Skip Cavenish, alias Stuart Hawkins, wrote a poetic tribute and, drawing upon his first career in vaudeville, made a last and notable performance of it at the Capitol theatre before a packed house of Washington State socialites, government leaders, and the wealthy. How the very people preyed upon by his former schoolmate, Franklin Delano "Foxy" Benedict, the capital's foremost "facilitator" and master of the government patronage system, watched in growing disgust and anger as the bizarrely costumed Hawkins tore Foxy's mask off in verse after verse; how the old fox could still run (or at least roll) from his pursuers, but he still could not escape his and his enemy Cavendish-Hawkins' destinies being woven together in a strange, future cyber-world that neither could have imagined, long after Foxy and his nimble "smarts" had suffered an Ichabod-like fate.

CHRONICLE OF FOXY PASSES, VOL. IV, RETROSTAR

CHRONICLE OF THE LADY OF THE ANCHORED A.S. 1983 On the Trail of St. Paul How Prunella, a sedate altar guild woman from the Midlands, England, on tour with a cruise ship company in the Middle East, finds release from a crushing depression over the accidental death of her daughter.

CHRONICLE OF THE LADY OF THE ANCHORED, VOL. IV, RETROSTAR

CHRONICLE OF THE SURVEYOR OF THE QUEEN'S PICTURES A. S. 1983-, The Knight of Darkness How Sir Anthony Blunt and his fellow Cambridge-educated colleagues became involved in a secret spy ring inside the British secret services, serving not Fascism but Soviet Russia during part of the Second World War and for some years of the following Cold War with Soviet Russia. How Sir Anthony "retired" from being a double agent to being the Surveyor of the Queen's Pictures, with the responsibility for all the Queen's artworks in the royal palaces, but how he was exposed as a spy and found guilty but was allowed to retire with some dignity to his home, while his co-conspirators fled to Soviet Russia. How in dying they singly and together discovered an Afterlife their Darwinistic beliefs had denied was possible, which delegated them to a new venture just as exciting as betraying their own country and serving her arch enemy--a contest involving the Golden Fleece and a rival ship called the Argo.

CHRONICLE OF THE SURVEYOR OF THE QUEEN'S PICTURES, VOL. IV, RETROSTAR

CHRONICLE OF THE SACRED COWHIDE PAINTER A. S. 1987, Ira's Letter to the 11,000th Century How an artist's paintings for a B.I.A.-Lakota Christmas arts and crafts competition were preserved for a tribe of Wasichu lost seemingly forever among the lodges of the stars.

CHRONICLE OF THE SACRED COWHIDE PAINTER

CHRONICLE OF THE LION'S DESCENT, A. S. 1995, "The Lion's Descent," Part I, "The Lion's Legacy," Part II, How a U.S. Supreme Court Justice who was a very nice and likable gentleman became responsible for a once great and godly nation's descent into self-destructive depravity and violence and also for more deaths of Americans than were slain in the death camps of Himmler and Hitler (Earth I), and how he fared in Hades (Hell) after his death.

CHRONICLE OF THE LION'S DESCENT, VOL. IV, RETROSTAR

CHRONICLE OF UWE HANTSBO'S NOTES A. S. 199?, On the Bipedal Workforce of 1994tK66, A Flying Texas How Uwe Hantsbo points out certain rather glaring flaws in the evolutionary timeline and evolutionary theory after seeing the flaws in question with his own eyes, frozen specimens of hominids and so-called human precursors, flying aboard a Texas-sized hunk of rock; how their existence supports his own view that highly intelligent, highly terrible ante-humans he names as the Atlanteans were responsible for the Dachau-like work camp on the asteriod.

CHRONICLE OF UWE HANTSBO'S NOTES, VOL. IV, RETROSTAR

CHRONICLE OF THE GREAT WEAVER PEOPLE A. S. 1997, The Secret of Dream Catching How Horace Brave Scout wanders the Southwest and finds his life-guiding vision among the caves and baskets of an extinct tribe. CHRONICLE OF THE GREAT WEAVER PEOPLE

CHRONCLE OF THE UTERO-NAUT A. S. YEAR OF THE CHILD, PART I, Orientation How Shawnta, a 19 year old wannabe careerist like her single mom, was processed at the local abortion mill newly opened in her black neighborhood.

CHRONICLE OF THE UTERO-NAUT, PART I, RETROSTAR

PART II, The Argonaut How Shawnta's unborn child (no such thing as "fetus" ever existed on earth), genius that he was, got going with the name of Jason on a very promising career that might well have benefited the whole society and probably the world, but was rudely interrupted by an abortionist's foreseps, scizzors, and vacuum--but also how the Master Plan created by the FC kicked in with a contingency plan to restore Jason's life and future.

CHRONICLE OF THE UTERO-NAUT, PART II, VOL. IV, RETROSTAR

CHRONICLE OF THE PEARLY GATES A. S. 1998, How a Pearl Was Made How a farmer's daughter's experiences in life and her decision to be forgiving came to form one half of a gate of heaven.

CHRONICLE OF THE PEARLY GATE, PARTS I-II, VOL. IV, RETROSTAR

CHRONICLE OF THE GRAND PUZZLE--Earth I A. S. 2001- How Anatoly, a survivor of a notorious Nazi death camp where Anne Franke and her sister perished along with tens of thousands of other Jews, spent his convalescence and waiting period to go to Israel by playing the lottery after the camp was in the hands of the Allies; how he shattered the laws of probability by never losing and always managing to win back his stake; how this impossible gambling feat came back to haunt him in the last minutes of his life as he lay dying in a Denver hospital, but how the Hound of Heaven led him to win the Jackpot of life, the greatest prize of all.

CHRONICLE OF THE GRAND PUZZLE, VOL. IV, RETROSTAR

CHRONICLE OF THE LOST CITY A. S. 2002, Last Breakfast in the West Wing; Melt-down on Pennsylvania Avenue How the Wasichu of the U. S., in moral and political decline over against the British Commonwealth ever since Potsdam despite the highly-publicized moon and space programs of NASA, are struck by an invisible enemy and lose all their chiefs at once, and chiefs from the rest of the world come and set up a new council fire for the nation on Manhattan Island.

CHRONICLE OF THE MILLION MAN FLESH-EATER, VOL. IV, RETROSTAR

CHRONICLE OF THE DEAD MOVIE QUEEN A. S. 2003, The Burning of Coburn How a Hollywood legend found that all her fame, fortune, and feisty feminism couldn't erase the incredible after-death reality that was evidently turning against her--not only did she find she existed when she should have dissolved into nothingness, but all sorts of strange, powerful beings seemed intent on judging her and then throwing her into what appeared to be a Pacific Ocean set on fire.

CHRONICLE OF THE DEAD MOVIE QUEEN, VOL. IV, RETROSTAR

CHRONICLE OF MOSHE, HONORGUARDSMAN A. S. "Night of the Iguana" How on Earth I, Moshe Benlevi, a young Israeli soldier, a freedom-loving Sabra, was chosen to be a part of Michael Jayson's honor guard in Israel when the EU President arrived there for the signing of his "eternal peace" accord he had brokered with the Palestinians and the Israelis. How Moshe tasted sour grapes in the deal and decided to stop the world (at least his slice of it) and get off, but how he was intercepted by someone he hadn't included in his life's equation.

CHRONICLE OF MOSHE, HONORGUARDSMAN, VOL. IV, RETROSTAR

CHRONICLE OF DJUGASHVILLI'S SERVANTS A. S. 2024 The Titan of CNNC A hostile takeover by Ted Hunter of a competing Christian network, Alpha-Omega, backfired tragically for him when his wife, converting to Christianity right in his own penthouse on top the CNNC Towers in Manhattan, took A-O's side in opposing him. A takeover that was supposed to be routine, thanks to his billions and an army of corporate lawyers, became a living nightmare when he met a world-class power player in A-0 that more than proved his match.

CHRONICLE OF DJUGASHVILLI's SERVANTS, VOL. IV, RETROSTAR

CHRONICLE OF THE FALLEN GIANT A. S. 2024, How the Dominion of Canada, like the Humpty Dumpty the ill-starred egg man in children's nursery tales, broke up due to the disastrous effects of resurgent glaciation but could not be put back together; how it gained an ephemeral capital called Flin Flondia, once called the "Sunless City," in a book by that name.

CHRONICLE OF THE FALLEN GIANT, VOL. IV, RETROSTAR

CHRONICLE OF THE LAST CAMELOT A. S. 2170-, 1. Idylls of the King

CHRONICLE OF THE LAST CAMELOT, PART I, VOL. IV, RETROSTAR

2. The Panther's Jaws

CHRONICLE OF THE LAST CAMELOT, PART II, VOL. IV, RETROSTAR

3. Women and Children First!

CHRONICLE OF THE LAST CAMELOT, PART III, VOL. IV, RETROSTAR

4. Le Morte D'X-2914000?

CHRONICLE OF THE LAST CAMELOT, PART IV, VOL. IV, RETROSTAR

5. "Merry Christmas from Lyonnesse"

CHRONICLE OF THE LAST CAMELOT, PART V, VOL. IV, RETROSTAR

6. Wotoo's Black Box; The Duck King

CHRONICLE OF THE LAST CAMELOT, PART SIX, VOL. IV, RETROSTAR

7. Last Wagon Train to Avalann How the Royal Tribe of Windsor fared in exile on a base off Charon, Pluto's moon, and how they adapted to the loss of Earth and the dissolution of the monarchy

CHRONICLE OF THE LAST CAMELOT, VOL. IV, RETROSTAR

CHRONICLE OF THE STAR CHAMBER A. S. 2363, Christ in Atlantis? How Professor Pikkard was tried before a university panel for his heretical views and found guilty without evidence to refute his case.

CHRONICLE OF THE STAR CHAMBER, VOL. IV, RETROSTAR

CHRONICLE OF CHRISTUS TRIUMPHANS, Parts I, II, & III A. S. 2392, The Christmas Factor How Dr. Pikkard, meditating on the mystic Teilhard Chardin's visionary commentary on a medieval painting portraying a "standing" not a "hanging" Christ on the Cross, went on to reflect as well as the Incarnation of Yeshua, and how he concluded that a mystic thread connected all things, even to the blood of the human body, but that he had to wait for a "later" and "younger" talent to make it known scientifically. How, unknown to him, that younger visionary came to be his own predecessor, a Darwininian Establishment-challenging young man named Behe in the 20th-21st centuries, along with his contemporaries, Gabriel Tall Chief and Horace Brave Scout, who traced golden threads and lesser threads in a grand "blood cascade" of their own in the chronicles they brought forth.

CHRONICLE OF CHRISTUS TRIUMPHANS, VOL. IV, RETROSTAR

Re-Location of Earth II

Book Two

CHRONICLE OF YOSEF'S PILGRIMAGE A. S. 4117, Flight to Avaris How Yosef and his young wife Maryam, with Maryam's newborn Yeshua the Promised Messiah of the Jews, fled from troops and spies of Herod the Great to safety in Mizraim, and how they journeyed back to Nazareth, their natal city, once Herod was dead.

CHRONICLE OF YOSEF'S PILGRIMAGE

CHRONICLE OF THE SECOND RESURRECTION A. S. 4150, Secret Sharers, Part II How the Second Zechariah the prophet, slain in the temple courts alng with many other prophets and saints, rose from the dead as a sign of the resurrection of the Messiah way back in A.S. 30, and how he went into the holy city and appeared to many, after which he was triumphantly escorted by angels to heaven's paradise--a spectacle first recorded, with certain new additions to the Resurrection Rolol, by Secret Sharer Josheph of Arimathea.

CHRONICLE OF THE SECOND RESURRECTION, VOL. IV, RETROSTAR

UNCHRONICLE OF THE CHRISTMAS PLAY A. S. 4 6 5 ?, "Merry Christmas from Lyonnesse," A Play, How a miserly, cruel banker seeks to destroy a whole town he has foreclosed on, closing down the only means of employment, the town mill, and how a small girl, Emily Cogwell, revives faith and hope in the people by refusing to give up her own in the bitter circumstances of poverty and homelessness, and how she turns and saves the banker when he experiences a change of heart after seeing her standing alone in the town square holding the Nativity Scene's Christ Child doll.

UNCHRONICLE OF THE CHRISTMAS PLAY, VOL. IV, RETROSTAR

CHRONICLE OF THE DRIED SPRINGS IP A. S. 4760, A Chief's Son Named Laughing Waters How an old chief and his old wife who had no children were promised a son by God, and the old woman laughed, yet later she conceived and gave birth to a beautiful son she named Minnehaha.

CHRONICLE OF THE PEARL DIVER A. S. 5927 -, Shipwreck of Dreams How a despised half-breed, part Keftiuan and part Myceneaean (both nations bitter enemies in the world) and Prince Daedalus do not get along and almost come to blows over the pretty orphan girl Theseus runs off with, and later after the girl's death (and the shipwreck of Theseus's dreams) how they find a way past hatred and revenge. CHRONICLE OF THE PEARL DIVER, VOL. IV, RETROSTAR

CHRONICLE OF THE FIRE WATER MAKER A. S. 5931, The Chosen How a brewery malt masher got herself a mighty warrior as a husband, and how her head was knocked in by other poor women, and left to die, but a great chief's prayer gained her the ear of the Most High and she was healed. CHRONICLE OF THE FIRE WATER MAKER, VOL. IV, RETROSTAR

CHRONICLE OF THE BLESSINGS OF THE BREASTS A. S. 5932-, The Wayward Vine How the births of two sons, Manasseh and Ephraim, comforted and cheered Joseph in the land of his bondage, but how his beloved wife and companion's heart turned toward her people and away from her husband.

CHRONICLE OF THE BLESSINGS OF THE BREASTS, VOL. IV, RETROSTAR

TWIN CHRONICLE OF THE AMBUSHED MAIDENS, TWIN CHRONICLE OF THE AMBUSHED BRAVE A. S. 5934, 1. Dawn Flower

TWIN CHRONICLE OF THE AMBUSHED MAIDENS, VOL. IV, RETROSTAR

2. The Prince of Gilead

TWIN CHRONICLE OF THE AMBUSHED BRAVE

How a chieftain's daughter and her maid-servant fought for their virtue; how the maid-servant escaped to safety and found a young man she could make her husband; how a prince, robbed of all his wealth, was left for dead in the desert, and how he found a greater wampum.

CHRONICLE OF THE BITTER ROOT A. S. 5938, Abdullah's Return How good times fattened Abdullah but did not improve his character, and how resentment and blood revenge took root in his heart, and how he could not rest until he avenged his brethren's deaths on the head of the chief of those he held responsible--Joseph. CHRONICLE OF THE BITTER ROOT, VOL. IV, RETROSTAR

CHRONICLE OF FAT WOLVES AND HUNGRY PEOPLE A. S. 5941, Part I, A Bruised Reed and a Broken Staff; Part II, The Return of the Brothers How the little family tribe of Joseph's father began to starve in their desert hogans and needed to go for provision in another country where there was said to be abundant food and water, thanks to a most far-seeing ruler in it who had set aside one fifth of the harvest for seven straight years of abundant harvests.

PART II, CHRONICLE OF THE FAT WOLVES AND LEAN PEOPLE, VOL. IV, RETROSTAR

CHRONICLE OF THE FAR-SPEAKING VASES A. S. 5931-, 1. Secret Diary of Ipu-Pheres (cont. by Benohe-Pheres); A. S. 5942, 2. Letters of Ipu-Pheres, Jonathan H. Thompkins, and Bertha Mae 3. Letter to Reader by Editor of the 23rd Edition of RETRO STAR series. How spirit-house shamans who have not yet been born could talk to people in stone tipis which had long since vanished under the ice. CHRONICLE OF THE FAR-SPEAKING VASES, VOL. IV, RETRO STAR

CHRONICLE OF THE BLESSINGS AND CURSINGS A. S. 5957, Jacob's Last Testament How all his sons received their future shares in the Promised Land and how his blessings in some cases seemed more like curses; how Jacob's embalmed body was carried back to Ken'an and buried with his father's bones. CHRONICLE OF THE BLESSINGS AND CURSINGS, VOL. IV, RETROSTAR

CHRONICLE OF THE BLESSINGS OF THE EVERLASTING HILLS A. S. 6011, The Kingdom Pledge How Joseph, on his deathbed at age 110, prophesied that his bones would not lie forever in Mizraim, but they would be gathered to his fathers in the Promised Land by his people. How seventy five years of great blessing followed Joseph's death, but then enslavement of the Hebrews began. How blessed was the one piece of ground, the field outside Shechem, owned by the people of Jacob and Joseph. CHRONICLE OF THE BLESSINGS OF THE EVERLASTING HILLS, VOL. IV, RETROSTAR

CHRONICLE OF A CLOUDY AND DARK DAY A. S. 6719, A Mighty Chief Called Barley Cake How one young brave was chosen by God to fight tribes of thousands of enemies that oppressed and starved his people, coming every year and taking all their food away. CHRONICLE OF A CLOUDY AND DARK DAY, VOL. IV, RETROSTAR

CHRONICLE OF THE GIANT-SCALPER A. S. 6852, The Runt of Ephratah How a tribesman of tiny Ephratah, smallest portion of a small country, he himself youngest in his family and despised by his brethren, killed and scalped a giant warrior and became the chieftain of the whole country and one of the most famous kings in human memory and whose second name is spread over the whole earth.

CHRONICLE OF THE GIANT SCALPER, VOL. IV, RETRO STAR

CHRONICLE OF THE CHIEFTAIN'S DAUGHTER IP A. S. 8732, Elektra's Contingency Plan--Implemented How a chieftain's daughter lost her last sky-canoe and seemingly all her people but found a tribe who didn't know better and took her along with them.

CHRONICLE OF THE CHIEFTAIN'S DAUGHTER

FROM THIS CRUCIAL POINT ON, COMES THE FINAL WRAP-UP CHRONICLES, WHICH INVOLVE BOTH TWIN EARTHS AND THEIR RESPECTIVE UNIVERSES, AND EVERYTHING INHABITATING THEM, PLANTS, ANIMALS, HUMANITY, DEVILS, LUCIFER, WALLY AND HIS LONE SUPPORTING CRAY...THERE IS NEW MATERIAL YOU WON'T WANT TO MISS, ALREADY APPEARING.

CHRONICLE OF THE SEVEN STARS, THE GREAT WHITE CHAIR, AND THE END OF EARTH'S SKY-TRAIL AND THE GREAT LAST COUNCIL FIRE (EARTHS I AND II) Z-Point II

GREAT LAST COUNCIL FIRE, VOL. IV, RETROSTAR

1. Z-Point Deferred: Battle of the Seven Stars How, on Earth I, the "Light Bringer" Lucifer attacks the Seven Agensl of the Seven Cburches, determined to gain absolute control of Earth I, and how he uses this attack as a feint in order do the most damage he can to his true objective: the Blue Bridge of Orion that contains, he senses, to the Plan of Restoration for both Earths and their Universes.

CHRONICLE OF THE SEVEN STARS, VOL. IV, RETROSTAR

2. Part I: The Sentencing Trial: The Great Assize Part I How all the people who had done bad things were shown what they had done and were cast alive into the mouth of a Star-Eater along with all the spirit-creatures that lodged inside the enemy stars. Part II: City of Destruction How the cities and nations were judged and then their names and official seals and insigne cast into the Pit, and all memory erased in the mind of God of their former existence.

CHRONICLE OF THE GREAT WHITE CHAIR, VOL. IV, RETRO STAR

Part II, CHRONICLE OF THE GREAT WHITE CHAIR, "CITY OF DESTRUCTION, the "Emerald City", VOL. IV, RETROSTAR

CHRONICLE OF THE BLUE BRIDGE LINKING CHAMPIONS--EARTH I AND EARTH II How the Bridge once linking the Twin Earths was restored in the Cavern of the Great Nebula of Orion, a work that spanned the ages and completed the destiny of both worlds; how the choice to forgive by one wounded human being, a pioneer Exoduster's daughter from a farm in Kansas, joined the two half-spans together forever.

CHRONICLE OF THE BLUE BRIDGE LINKING CHAMPIONS

2. Homecoming of the City of the Great Chief IP How the council gathering of the Lamb of God, finished after an eternity of careful construction, came down from heaven and set upon the center of restored Israel, where the Nail-Pierced One and his tribes would rule the Earth's nations for a thousand years until the Final Reaping of the Earth.

Volume V Beyond the Rapture--An Eschatology Lived,

Chronicled by Horace Brave Scout

CHRONICLE OF THE GREAT CHIEF'S RETURN A. S. 200? How Yeshua comes to Earth I, unexpectedly to most people, gathers those few "Wise Virgins" who are prepared, and leaves those who were tremendously successful followers, they thought, only to find themselves lumped with the ungodly in a world society racing toward the abyss. How Heloise Turnbull, the televangelist, lost her world-wide organization and wealth along with her husband and family but found new life and a new ministry in Israel where she fled to escape the collapse of everything she had achieved.

PART ONE, BOOK ONE, JACOB'S TROUBLE, "THE VOICE FROM THE GROUND"

"Thief in the Night," Part Two, Beyond the Rapture

"The Spin Shamans," Part Three, Beyond the Rapture

"luv heat and the marcyz boyz," Part Four, Beyond the Rapture

"Hard Choices, Part Five, Beyond the Rapture

"The Wailers at the Wall," Beyond the Rapture

"Shelter from the Storm," Part Seven, Beyond the Rapture

"A Covenant God," Part Nine, Beyond the Rapture

"The Lion Unleashed," Part Nine, Beyond the Rapture

"Retreat to Petra," Part Ten, Beyond the Rapture

Book II is in progress

Book II, Yom Kippur, Chapter 1, Volume V, Beyond the Rapture

Book II, Yom Kippur, Chapter 2, Volume V, Beyond the Rapture

Volume VI Natal Convergence

by Horace Brave Scout

CHRONICLE OF THE LOST TRIBE A. S. 1,136,786 How the Alpha Centaurii discovered an archive of Late Twentieth Century artifacts in a time capsule, and information revealing a Magnum Mysterium that revolutionized everything, to the point where they chose the dreaded White Martyrdom, a final search of the Universe for what they had lost, in which they discover what Ira Sulkowsky has already shown them in.... "The Christmas Factor" 61000202A-Z, Subfile A1, "Dogon Star Child"

61000202A-Z, Subfile A2, "Lakota Nativity" 61000202A-Z, Subfile A3, "A Victorian Christmas" 61000202A-Z, Subfile A4, "Christmas with James Dean"

"Subfile A4: Christmas with James Dean, A Requiem with Poinsettias" 61000202A-Z, Subfile A5, "A Fawn in Winter" 61000202A-Z, Subfile A6, "A Fulani Christmas"

"A Fulani Christmas," Vol. VI, CHRONICLE OF THE LOST TRIBE, RETRO STAR

61000202A-Z, Subfile A7, "Street of Dreams" 61000202A-Z, Subfile A8, "Winter Rose"

CHRONICLE OF THE LOST TRIBE, WINTER ROSE, VOL. VI, RETROSTAR

61000202A-Z, Subfile A9, Act III, "Christmas from Lyonnesse"

61000202A-Z, Subfile A10, ACT III, "Joseph's Letter"

CHRONICLE OF THE LOST TRIBE, VOL. VI, "Joseph's Letter," RETROSTAR "Natal Convergence!"

Volume VII Final Wars...Convergence at Orion by Horace Brave Scout IP

How two major battles fought for Orion and its secret "Skunk Works" resulted in the destruction of the chief project, the Blue Bridge, to the point where only half survived in each Universe; and how a single act of an individual was strong enough to unite the two halves into one whole, thereby completing the bridge and defeating the opposing players.

Epilogue II EPILOGUE II, "THE HARROWINGS OF HADES AND HELL," RETRO STAR

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CHRONICLE OF THE GREAT SHAKING:

A party in the palace of the most civilized court on earth is no small responsibility--but even the queen in charge has to let the party fend for itself and go fetch a breath of fresh air now and then.

Leaving her guests at a party in a banqueting hall of the royal palace of Knossos, the last queen of Keftiu the Princes Island, the mother of European civilization known to later ages as Minoan Crete, goes to the terrace on the northern slope leading down to the shore of the Green Sea.

She has heard from a high government official that a mountain on the island of Thera is smoking, and she wants to see the cloud it is sending up into the sky for herself--whether it is as high as it is reputed.

She soon finds that the report is true, only the cloud is bigger and more fiery at night than when it first appeared in daylight hours. It causes her to think about matters queens usually don't have to bother about. Where there is smoke, there is usually fire and sometimes even quakes in the land, with houses damaged and falling down. Poor little Akrotoi--the city on Thera, will it suffer harm? She fears her source of fine palace pottery and the wares of Akrotoi's jewel makers and goldsmiths will be disrupted.

And quakes, in a sea, sometimes create great waves that sweep up over the land, destroying port cities and entire fleets of ships. It had happened in times long past, but not entirely forgotten on her island realm. But, even with these reflections, the queen is not overly concerned about such possibilities really causing her serious problems. She has her party uppermost in mind, and whether her many noble guests are properly entertained and wined and dined.

Even with the smoking mountain on the northern horizon, it is a pleasant evening, with a little breeze, and the locusts in the trees and shrubs are quiet for a change. The swallows are behaving strangely, to be sure--flying away from the water, frantically trying to find haven in the palace itself, even knocking themselves senseless by flying into the palace's pillars. But what do simple birds know about anything?

The queen views the volcano, but since nothing like this has happened before that caused any trouble to her, she sees no cause for alarm. Let it smoke all it wants! It will be quiet no doubt by morning. And if the swallows fly into the palace, her servants will chase them out with brooms!

She hesitates. What is that gritty feeling on the terrace stones beneath her feet. She slides her golden sandals along, and it feels like sand or powdered glass She is annoyed, wondering why the terrace hasn't been swept for her guests. Then she realizes that the gritty flakes are falling down through the air from the high clouds above. Where is it coming from? The far-off smoking mountain?

She is about to turn back to her party when she feels the terrace move--it gives a single shake, then a series of smaller trembling movements, and lies still. It is over so fast, she has no time to think. A mist of fine dust rises up into the air from her surroundings--catching in her throat when she draws her breath in quickly.

The guard has dropped his spear in surprise, now hastily retrieves it. The queen is a bit alarmed for the first time, and heads back inside to reassure everybody. She finds all her guests are looking at her and the king with wide eyes, their glasses and goblets of wine forgotten and no one laughing or talking.

This won't do for a royal party! What would people at the other courts at Phaistos, Zakro, Tiryns, Argos, and Ilios think if they heard what a crashing bore her party had proved? She would be disgraced!

The queen goes to her guests immediately. "Are you having a good time?" she asks with a bright smile.

But they don't seem to see her, and don't answer.

Are they being purposely rude to her, the queen? She is angry, and she is close to stamping her feet and leaving them all, but something checks her, and she pauses. There is a sound--which she and everyone else can hear--as if a whole herd of bulls were running toward them--but running upwards through the earth itself!

The whole scene is frozen momentarily, standing silent and still, as if everyone present were thinking the same thought, the same thought in fact that was driving the poor sparrows indoors at that very moment.

After the Great Shaking, and Knossos the palace and the surrounding city and the port Komos (Amnisos) lay destroyed, survivors crawled out of the ruins. At first they wandered about dazed, wondering if the world had come to an end. They were right--it had, at least their part of it. The earth continued to shake, time after time, making greater ruin of the already shattered palace, mansions, terraces, walls, port, docks, warehouses, and houses. People by the thousands gathered whatever belongings they could and fled to the seashore. On the way they caught sight of a Great Wave sweeping in from the bay, engulfing the port and destroying all the ships, merchants, fishing boats, and king's navy together. In moments, thousands were drowned or were dashed to pieces amongst timbers, trees, stones from walls and houses, rocks, and everything else the Great Wave picked up and tumbled together in a thundering heap of churning, smashing waters.

After the Great Wave drew back off the land, the survivors of the Great Shaking and now the equally terrible Great Wave crept seaward to see what if anything remained. They searched among the seaweedy ruins of the port to see if they could find any boats had escaped major damage and could be repaired to take them off the island. Since there were few seaworthy boats left, the others waited for ships to come in and take them away, at the cost of high fares, of course, since their owners knew they could charge any price now and get it. These, who could afford to leave, could find refuge somewhere else, in Ilios, Tiryns, Athenai, or Miletus, wherever they had money enough to go and try to start over. Whatever choice they made, no one thought to go to Thera, however, for it was no more--most of the island had vanished, thrown up into the sky when the Thera's mountain exploded.

The rulers of the many once great cities of the mother island--where could they go? The queen left with King Theseus, an Achaean, forsaking her husband, the sceptered Minos or Great King of the Princes Island, and her own son Daedalus the Dauphin Prince, just so she might not have to share the grinding misery and starvation left by the Great Shaking. The rulers of other cities were either dead or, like Rhadamanthus II, unwilling to leave their beloved home island. Phaistos, the jewel of the south coast, where his palace lay a smouldering heap, was no longer fit for human habitation, so he had gone to his uncle's palace at Knossos, only finding it not much better than the palace he had left.

Taking up residence in the palace ruins were less royal creatures, the many orphans that became wild, untaught children, living hand to mouth, tribally, roaming from one lodging to another as they searched for scraps of food. In the major cities of Brazil in the 20th and 21st Century, such children would be shot and killed periodically at the behest of shop keepers, but here, millennia before the Dark Ages and the barbarians again took over, these wretched children were free to roam unmolested.

Long after the Great Shaking leveled the Princes Islands' palaces and cities, reducing the most splendid, civilized country outside Mizraim to a howling, Dark Age wilderness in a few moments, something like the same conditions of arrogance, presumption, and power-hungry elitism, were present just before the Great Shaking that leveled Chocolate City.

The president takes time out from his duties of chief executive to amuse himself by cruising a White House student intern reception.

FOR THE CHRONICLE OF THE QUEST OF THE GOLDEN FLEECE, PARTS I-VIII, AND CONCLUSION, GO TO VOLUME IV AND THE JASON AND THE GOLDEN FLEECE CHRONICLE, ANTE ANNO STELLAE 1230-1200.

Another end of the world occurred during the time of Noah, who survived it with seven of his immediate family and lived to be over 900 years old. His means of survival during the world-wide flood, the Great Mubbul? A gigantic multitiered, wooden craft built like a chest to hold a bride's trousseau, that was impregnable to water and extremely bouyant and yet 100 foot waves could not capsize it. Designed to float and not requiring any navigation, it served its purpose of keeping Noah and his family, and all the assembled representative of earth's main animal species dry and well-fed until the flood waters receded. Noah was a genius, but he was only following the explicit instructions of Almighty God, who had built the ship of the earth without a drydock and then launched it to sail through empty space. As soon as Noah's Ark was launched by the rising waters, any manmade structures, such as the court astrologer's high tower and now his chief refuge in the flood, were going to suffer badly if the Ark converged with them.

You should get the impression by now, that the earth(s) has experienced global catastrophes on a number of occasions, for a variety of reasons. Yet another end of the world occurred in the 22nd century on Earth II, thanks to the power-hungry agenda of Marcus Chillingsworth, a military genius who devised the Ultimate Weapon that won him world peace and a world empire on his own terms. But years before this feat, he reached his majority as a young man of the English aristocracy and was given his first title, the Marquis of Kayne (also variously spelled, in earlier ages, "Kane," "Kaine," and "Cain"). Money went with the title too, which he immediately poured into his research project into military superweaponry based on deviant thought detection. The weapon X-rayed your thought patterns, and if identified as a deviant according to the programmed weapons, you were then zapped, terminated, with a brain-cooking laser.

After Jason returned to rule over his kingdom, all was well in heaven and earth? Well, not quite yet. When Elektra heard what had happened in Colchis, that her amusing little pet dragon (which she had planned to use on hostages for entertaining her at royal functions) had been slain by none other than Jason, and the slayer gotten clean away too, she was determined that heads would roll. And heads did roll, literally, around her. Then she set out personally, in pursuit of Jason. He must be stopped, she thought, from spoiling all her plans for Ilios and its goddess-worship. Achaea, with the likes of Jason to make it succeed, was to be smashed, and Ilios was to rule supreme, under her scepter, of course!

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"Yom Kippur," Book II of "Beyond the Rapture," Vol. V, is in progress. Go to the link provided for Horace Brave Scout's account of how the Turnbull family on Earth I met the challenges of the coming battles of the Anti-Christ for supremacy over Earth I's last rivals to his power, followed by the Reign of Yeshua that would last 1,000 years (or one, Seventh Day, in the divine calendar).

Chapter 2, Book Two, Volume V, Beyond the Rapture

Earth I, like its twin, undergoes continental and global reconstruction, to repair major destruction of whole regions by war, earthquake, and shifting of the magnetic pole. One super quake divides North America like an apple split through the core, exactly along the major fault line that follows the riverbed of the Mississipi from the Gulf of Mexico to northern Canada and even to the Arctic Circle's ice fields and glaciers.

Book III of "The Seventh Day," is in progress, appearing on this page.

BOOK III,

THE SEVENTH DAY,

VOLUME V,

BEYOND THE RAPTURE

(EARTH I)

On Earth I, after the battle of Armageddon, in which the Anti-Christ's combined European Union armies are destroyed together with the armies of the Chinese coalition numbering 200 million, a radically new world emerges which bears little resemblance to the previous one.

The entire technological and political and governmental and economic infrastructure of the 21st century is swept away, and most of the cities are gone from the map. Many nations survive, but many (particularly the ones that bitterly persecuted the Jews) do not, and all are now subject to the scepter of Yeshua, who sits on a throne in Jerusalem, his world capital. Depending on the results of the Judgment of Nations that divided the "sheep nations" from the "goat nations," the failed goat-nations cease to exist and the sheep nations are restored and given one thousand years in which to grow and flourish in a world re-established on universal peace, justice, mercy and truth and love.

For the first century or two of his 1,000 year reign, a Sabbath Rest prevails, though much healing of the earth and healing of people needs to be done before all is restored to an Eden-like state, lost since the First Parents rebelled and sin in the garden of Eden.

Preachers, teachers, evangelists, many with healing gifts, go forth to the entire world, to gather and instruct the scattered people, who had fled the worst of the destruction that had engulfed the world under the rule of the Anti-Christ.

Myrrha was one of these, along with her mother, sister, father, and, yes, brother. Aloes ahs returned with all the saints of God, alive and well, to join those who are responsible to carry out Yeshua's goverment program of restoration of the earth and restoration of humanity.

With the increased atmospheric pressure, and shift in the magnetic pole, and tropical conditions spreading across the globe, species return that have not been seen for thousands of years--such as dinosaurs and even dragons.

Many of these re-introduced species look fierce, but they are vegetarians, just as they were originally before the Fall of Adam and before the Great Mubbul (the World-Wide Flood of Noah's time).

Yet they are not exactly oversized, domesticated cats and dogs families can keep in their backyard, and only a few experts and beast lovers are able to train them for use by human beings. One such capable and experienced dragoneer is Pamela, who runs a kind of dragon rental, where she has several dragons in her keeping that she lends for special transportation for people doing the Lord's ministry of healing and preaching the Word of God.

There is no longer any need for commercial jets and the rest of the motorized transporation systems that served the world before, and horses and wind-propelled boats and ships do quite well for people now that they are no longer in a hurry to get someplace that looks just the place they left.

Yet some ministries, such as Myrrha's, requires more speed, and so Pamela's dragon service does not know much idle time. Fitted with a seat attached to the dragon's two horns, the passenger enjoys a rather breezy ride, but the dragon is dependable and never fails to deliver her safely and in a timely fashion. On the return flight, the dragon knows where to go instinctively, homing in on its roost at Pamela's mountain home with the accuracy of a dove.

Myrrha Turnbull is one who finds Pamela's dragons handy, and she uses the service to convey her to all the continents, as she is called upon to preach at countless locations, most of them rural and far from any river or coast or port. Sometimes, as in South America, she finds the Indian village people she is seeking live on a 17,000 foot mountain in a tiny village tucked away between towering cliffs of rock and perpetual ice! Here too the dragon can fly, where no aircraft could, and land safely too, right on a Jerusalem shekel (the only currency in the world).

But she gives most of her messages at the centers of gathering, called "Congregations of the Cross," or "Cities of Refuge," established by Yeshua on each continent. The Black Hills in North America, for example, is one such center--and the meeting hall is none other than an ancient stav church patterned after one built by ancient Norwegians, or Vikings. Shown to Heloise in a vision, it had been tilted by a massive quake, but since the reconstruction began another quake has set it back level on its foundations--well able to last for hundreds of years, if not the entire Millennium.

Another City of Refuge/Congregation of the Cross is located in the former Vanderbilt mansion and estate in the mountains of Carolina.

Others are located in places that are convenient for the earth's people, and Myrrha has preached at almost all of them, thanks to her wonderful flying dragons.

Here, on the lush slopes of the mountains and in the well-watered valleys, is the abundant provender that enables her to feed and care for the dragon properly until the return flight. Not that it needs to eat daily and voraciously--for the increased atmospheric pressure makes even a slight amount of food produce much energy. Four or five apples, a bushel of hay, a couple handfuls of grain--that satisfies the beast for the day! The same goes for the dinosaurs in the tropical areas that now cover the Poles, North and South--they graze only a part of the day, usually in the morning--then play the rest of the time, since there is no need to be constantly stuffing it in to keep their vast bulks alive.

None of the dinosaurs, like those before the Fall of Adam, are predatory. Their teeth, highly grooved like the Tyranosaurus's, are perfectly designed to cut and slice through the tough, fibrous foliage of every kind of palm and giant fern. More intent on its breakfast, a Carlussaganosaurus in what had been northern Ontario and the Yukon Territories placidly eyes a boy having a little fun on its phlanged back.

The pygmies of the Millennium were once the leading intellectuals and ruling elites of the former age--and they must be given the liberating truth, so that they can become functioning human beings. When the re-pressurization came, if there was no compensating or countering pressure of the spirit within a person, the individual literally shrank and was reduced to a much smaller individual! It was simply Newtonian physics at work. To help the new race of pygmies make this transformation back to former stature, Myrrha is one who teaches them the basic truths of the Gospel, which they formerly spurned as backward, bigoted, sexist, patriarchal, or merely mythological. Here she is preaching at a holistic healing conference attended by former professors and administrators of Ivy League colleges and universities such as Harvard, Princeton, and Yale (Harvard was founded by Puritans for the propagation of the Gospel and to train young men to be pastors), who had fled inland when the Northeast coast of America was nuclear-bombed, struck by monster earthquakes, and inundated.

Her sister Cassia had a similar ministry, only it was not so much healing as prophetic. It was her gift to speak future things, some in encouragement, others in warning, lest the people fall into complacency and ingratitude and turn away from God and become evil-doers. Riding to the various towns by dragon, she dismounted a safe distance from any buildings (as no dragon was domesticated enough to be trusted within human habitations, as they tended to get nervous and destroy everything within reach). Once the dragon's appetite was provided for and it was tethered to a sufficiently large oak tree, she was free to ride the rest of the way in on a horse her hosts loaned her for as long as she was in the area.

Meanwhile, their mother was busy with her own allotted tasks. In the increased pressure, she found her health and vigor much improved, so much so she felt like a bionic woman might feel. It took her conscious choice not to go leaping thirty or forty feet into the air and performing all sorts of superhuman gymnastics just for the fun and freedom of it.

With the White Angel at the helm of the fying bubble, she was escorted to various sights as he told her how her family was doing back at Petra (they were fine, with no prospect now of the attack by the now defunct World Union).

She was taken to view the various headquarters of the dead Anti-Christ, and then a fly-over of the major battleground in the Valley of Jezreel, also called Megiddo. This was the wide valley in northern Israel where most of two hundred million soldiers of the Asian Coalition forces had perished, the survivors even now making their way on foot back to their home countries to tell their people what the Lord God had done to them in defense of Israel.

Michael Jayson dead! she thought. But he had been dead before, shot fatally by an assassin right in the left temple. Electrifying the entire world, which brought him instant recognition as a divine being, God himself many believed, he had come back to life after three days lying dead, with no vital signs whatsoever! All his prior claims of being Christ and even the Jewish Messiah now seemed irrefutable--his divinity absolutely vindicated. Who could deny his claims to deity and Messiahship then? People tore anybody apart who dared do that in public.

She recalled the startling sight of him, with the bullet wound in the forehead visible but healed, as he stepped out from the hospital in Rome to meet the cameras of the world press after his resurrection.

What brain was left, she had no idea at the time, but he spoke and seemed to think as a normal human--only his eyes seemed to be lifeless lumps of dark jetstone or ebony, without any sign of a living soul behind them. It was a horribly chilling sight for her, like seeing a cobra come back to life, but the world's people saw it differently, and adored him all the more for demonstrating his power over death itself. This time, however, would the monster stay dead? Since the assassin in the last attempt was a mere mortal, Satan his master was able to overcome M.J.'s being put out of commission and resurrect the beast, which he truly was. He was just too useful to Satan to discard and try to find another, apparently! So Satan had invaded the corpse and brought it back to life with his own spirit. He was a mere puppet on a string then, but all the more useful, with no more petty desires and whims of his own to annoy his master.

She also saw some of Hell's ferocious but now impotent demons still at large but about to be captured.

Locust-scorpions, released from the Pit of Hell to sting everybody and make life unbearable for the followers of the Anti-Christ, were wandering about dazed, and were quickly rounded up by Michael the archangel's forces and dragged away in chains to be thrown back into the Pit.

Heloise saw herself that the Anti-Christ's defeat and destruction was total. His chief installations were abandoned, with whoever was last to leave caught by a withering blast from the Almighty's war angels's laser-like swords. Ironically, the Anti-Christ had concentrated his hopes for victory over the Asian coalition in secret, unmarked stealth airborne laser aircraft--but here they sat, unused, their pilots tumbled out dead upon the ground.

Without the critical trump card of his fleet of laser aircraft, the Anti-Christ's forces had lost their technological superiority and were decimated, lacking not only a shield from the far less sophisticated but worakable Chinese arsenal of missiles but also a second line of defense against a counter-attack from the main Asian Coalition forces in the Valley of Jezreel, which would undoubtedly launch dozens of missiles toward his own empire's heartland after inflicting terrible pain on his armies.

As the White Angel informed her on the way back to the camp at Petra, she learned that his end was swift enough. What the Lord's warrior angels had not struck, the Asians wiped out with nuclear weapons. Seeing his whole cause lost, reduced to a mere man (albeit a resurrected dead man, a living corpse) Michael Jayson had fled the debacle of the battleground in a Black Hawk helicopter, seeking refuge temporarily at his high-security eagle's aerie of an estate in the mountains of Cyprus. But the Asians (badly stung by his destruction of Beijing, Shanghai, Hong Kong, Tokyo, Taipei, Singapore, Jakarta, Rangoon, Bangkok, and other major centers) were searching everywhere for him, and nuclear-armed missiles overflew little Cyprus in the eastern Mediterranean, destroying all the major European cities, including Rome his newly rebuilt-to-classical style, imperial capital.

Yet their turn soon came. To prevent the Asian Coalition from sending missiles across the Atlantic and Pacific to the cities and capitals of all remaining powers that might oppose their takeover of the Earth (though some were permitted through), Yeshua Himself stepped into the fray, deciding their fate. Monster tornados swept up into the heavens above the battlefield, enormous amounts of moisture were drawn into the twisting funnels, and then the rivers of water turned to ice balls that reached 100 pounds and more. Then the massive, many-colored electro-cells that spun above the funnels electrifed the giant hailstones, which then plummeted back to earth, smashing the Asian Coalition groupings of forces with electrified hailstones by the millions of tons, frying the men inside the tanks and armored vehicles while preventing them from making an escape.

Most of the two hundred millions that had not died in the Anti-Christ's attack now perished. Only a dozen or so vehicles on the fringes of each army group broke out of the ice and fire and fled, having seen that it was God Almighty who had stepped in to destroy them, though everyone on foot died.

A few thousand soldiers out of a total of 200 million survived to reach their home countries and tell them what had happened. It was the end of their gigantic, once unstoppable war machine and also their bid for supremacy over the whole Earth. They all capitulated, surrendered unconditionally. Israel, the prize sought by all these armies, both the Anti-Christ's and the Asian Coalition's, was saved, made victor by the intervention of the God of Abraham, Isaac, and Jacob!

Just hours before his own debacle on the valley floor of Jezreel, in the climactic battle for control of Earth I called Armageddon, Michael Jayson was visited by a special emissary appointed by the Supreme Council of the World Union, Monsignor Louis Phillippe van Schwenk-Wallenberg, Duc d' Oreans. Michael Jayson met the duke and his chief aide d'camp in the Trojan Room--where he kept a favorite holographic of the classic Fall of Troy in which a wooden horse, given to the Trojans by the besieging Achaean Greek armies as a gift, becomes the means to capture the city. Ceremonial bodyguards carrying classic Greek-like javelins stood at attention as the duke explained why he had come at this time.

"Intelligence arrived just lately that we could not ignore. Now that you have brought utter defeat upon us all in this reckless misadventure of yours in the Middle East, there will be, shortly, no World Union. When we departed Rome I knew there would be no Rome to return to, Your Majesty. For that reason we am prepared to render to you now the unamimous decision the Council has come to regarding your deposition. On the authority of the Supreme Emergency Council of the World Union, as the Council's Plenipotentiary Extraordinaire, I, Monsignor Louis-Philippe, declare that you are relieved of your position and must relinguish all your powers immediately. We bear no responsibility for your personal safety nor for your acts from this point on. From now on, you are on your own, Mr. Jayson, just as we are. As for your entourage and personal servants, even your Minister of World Religious Unity and other officials of your cabinet, they are your responsibility to inform that they are no longer in power."

The Duc d' Orleans, last of his royal Carolingian line of Charles the Great and the chief claimant for the French throne should there be another France and another monarchy, paused, as his aide brought out a document for Michael Jayson, now reduced to a commoner, was supposed to sign.

But the World Dictator was not going to give up world power that easily and be declared redundant. "No, you don't, I will have both of you guillotined first!" he said. "Do you think I will bow to you, this ridiculous, little council of yours? Who called you to preside over me and my affairs, anyway? I have not been defeated! How dare you say that to me! YOU have been defeated!"

The duke slowly shook his head and smiled. "You are mad--and we were mad to follow you as long as we did. It was too late when we realized what a--a--force of pure evil you really are. There is no humanity in you whatsoever! You are a veritable beast, not a human being at all!"

Michael Jayson shrugged. He walked away, signalled to some troops outside the door who carried the real armament, and then shut the door when they had gone in with his instructions. There were shots, then the bodies were carried out to the garden.

Michael Jayson took the elevator up to his love toy-stuffed private apartments to think. Yes, the duke had received intelligence--things had gone badly for him and the World Union in the Jezreel war theatre. And no doubt they would send all their missiles now against his cities and capital. Should he warn his Minister of Religion? As if his supreme pontiff was on the same wave length, the screen in the bedroom flickered, and a recorded image and message flickered to life.

Supreme Pontiff of the World Union State Religion, the Vicar of Christ Michael, his golden cap crowned with the royal uraeus-cobra of Egypt and dressed in his robe with all his religious emblems and insignia of the world religions, bowed, then began: "O Divine One, we are most expectantly awaiting your return with news of your glorious victory over the forces of darkness. A state banquet is planned to celebrate your leading us and the world's people to yet higher levels of consciousness and peace and happiness. But there is one very small item of concern at present, which you may wish, O God of all the World's Peoples and their destinies, to consider in advance. There is, I am given to understand by the secret service, certain traitorous elements at work here in the capital, who are seeking to undermine your Deity's authority and rule and--"

The screen filled with smoke clouds, flashes of light and then darkness, and went dead.

Michael felt something depart at the same time.

Just now he felt a sinking, sucking sensation, as if the entity that gave him life was now withdrawing, leaving him in a kind of panic. A reddish glare, in fact, flared in the room, leaving him feeling like a sick, very old man, which he really was. Life itself was fast ebbing from his blue, collapsed veins. He staggered to the bathroom to get some emergency medicines such as heart stimulants and herbal remedies as well. Gulping down some sedatives and stimulants mixed in the same dose along with a shot of anti-oxident-rich dragon fruit juice, he sank to the tiled floor, then crawled back into the other room, lying on his face for long moments as his mind slowly turned over and over his dwindling prospects.

The duke, he had to agree, had it right: he WAS finished! Somehow, in the heat of the conflict, he had felt invincible, had believed himself invincible, had believed he was God Almighty himself! But now?

He felt like a mere human being once again! What had happened to him? He had to do something to save himself, but what? What Contingency Plan did he have? Without thinking he would ever need it, it had gone unread until these last desperate moments. Cyprus would soon be attacked, so he had to flee like a rat from a foundering ship at sea. But where? His original plan called for a rapid sea crossing from Malta (after a brief hop to the islet by plane), then a voyage out from a secret sub base, then when he made it safely out of the Mediterranean to a private airfield in the Atlas Mountains of Morocco, a flight to Canada, to a reclusive resort he had turned into a private estate.

But could he elude the Chinese? Were they waiting for him at any of those critical points on his itinerary? He had to try. With his entourage of forty-seven gurus, cosmeticians, aroma therapists, Sufis, and Wiccan advisers scrambling to join him in a waiting Gulfstream next to the main terminal, at the last moment he boarded a small customized Cessna XLS jet shuttle he kept on the estate's small-plane runway even as a major quake struck the island, opening huge cracks through the middle of the island, and running straight on to the Greek mainland and leveling Athens and a number of Eastern European cities in its northwestern path.

The disaster of the battle, coupled with an attack of nerves and panic, caused Michael to collapse immediately after boarding. His beloved iguana and soul-mate, Elizabeth , was already strapped in, and sedated into an iguana's tropical dreamland where enormous, fat, metallic green flies the size of wild jaqueri lit on its waiting, outstretched tongue.

Until just lately the mightiest man in the world, Michael Jayson, soon, is strapped down to his seat by his bodyguards, a sedative, mangosteen-flavored pain-killing lozenge slipped under his tongue, and the pilot takes the four-seater down the runway, wasting no time as it revs up to full power and lifts off.

So far he had eluded detection by jamming his own GPS system and lasering all the GPS satellites of the Asian Coalition, but there was one Eye that he could not elude. A missile headed for his XLS Cessna bizjet, and there was no way it could miss, since it was hurled by one of Michael's crack troops.

Within minutes of Michael Jayson's lift-off, the Gulfstream took on a capacity load of gurus, collagen experts, more Wiccans, some Gaea devotees, acuptuncturists, hairdressers, World Union paparazzi and press corps, various damage control spin doctors and PR men, and elite bodyguards, and roared down the runway. It lifted off with its exterior lights extinguished and blinds drawn on the passengers' portholes to help elude detection. The flight plan was to follow the Master to Malta, but the Gulfstream encountered a problem just as it was rapidly gaining altitude over Cyprus and heading out to sea. The captain's screens revealed something he could not understand. An UFO wielding a sword glowing like fluor spar converged with the fleeing aircraft, which the passengers paid no attention to because they were too busy breaking out the booze and drug-laced soft drinks from the self-service bar and celebrating.

With a giant sword slicing completely through the cabin, their party was rained on as the angel made short work of the big bizjet. The passengers of both downed planes were soon plummeting down through smoke clouds into a sea of eternal fire that St. John the Revelator had described most accurately two thousand years in advance. Apparently, sentencing before the Great White Throne was waived for this particular group of toadies slavishly following the Devil himself in corporeal human form. Their fiery fate proved a special surprise for the atheists and reincarnationists on board each destroyed aircraft.

Michael Jayson's chief of propaganda had been his so-called World Minister of Religious Unity, who thundered out from his barrel chest with a bass opera singer's pipes his master's praises continually to the world, but also cowed any doubt and dissent, while whipping up worship and adulation by the masses, with supernatural signs, such as calling down fire out of the sky just like the Prophet Elijah had done in the long ago. At the World Unity Prayer Conference, he was presiding when the missiles from the Asian Coalition penetrated the anti-missile system round Rome. It was a splendid conference, held in MJ's new temple, modeled after a Roman temple (Rome had to be rebuilt after the world-wide quake of several years before this leveled much of the city), but with holographs depicting MJ as a classical Greek hero performing all sorts of heroic exploits. He and his conferees were atomized just as they were praying for MJ's victory in the east.

Supreme Pontiff, Vicar of Christ Michael, the mouthpiece of the beast and the beast he served "rode the great fallen tree of the world down" into the "lake of fire," a kind of ever-burning sanitary dump set in its own dimension of space, where their Master-Mentor, the fallen archangel once called Lucifer, was to join them a thousand years hence. It made a considerable splash, indeed, when M.J. brought destruction upon the whole world with his mighty axe, but for that achievement he earned his own place in Devils Lake.

For his deserved reward for the deaths of over a billion human beings, Michael landed in the fiery place of eternal torment first reserved for Satan and his followers, fulfilling the old English nursery rhyme that foretold this great man's career.

IF ALL WERE ONE

If all the seas were one sea,

What a great sea that would be!

And if all the trees were one tree,

What a great tree that would be!

And if all the axes were one axe,

What a great axe that would be!

And if all the men were one man,

What a great man that would be!

And if that great man took the great axe,

And cut down the great tree,

What a great splash that would be!

And if that great man sail that fallen tree,

they'll sink and sink eternally!

But what about his ruling master, Lucifer the Devil, or Satan, called the Dragon? At the same time Michael was falling into the lake of fire, Lucifer was cast into the Pit, which was just as hellish and hot and inescapable. But only for a thousand years, and then he would be set free for a time on the earth, to seduce and deceive those who could be tempted to follow him, and only then would he be seized and cast into the lake of fire, to remain there, punished forever for all his crimes against human beings and rebellion against His Creator.

When Heloise arrived at Jerusalem and stepped from the White Angel's bubble-shuttle, she was met by Myrrha, Cassia, and Harry with a joyous welcome. Would Aloes be joining them? They knew he was very busy with the preparations for Yeshua's Second Coming, but they hoped he could get away for a few moments anyway so they could get a few of many questions answered. But Aloes was not in sight as events enfolded. Together they watched the beginning inauguration of the miraculously saved and delivered City of David, Jerusalem, as it was re-opened as Yeshua's own royal seat of divine world government where He sat down on the Davidic throne. Much needed to be done, however, before the Sabbath Rest of His 1,000 Year Reign over the Earth commenced--Asian coalition missiles had hit the Temple Mount and the Shrine of the Dome of the Rock was leveled and most everything around it too. MJ's embassy and other World Union towers were also still smoking rubble. Thousands of people were homeless, camping in temporary shelters in the streets and parks. Truly, the whole city needed to be rebuilt--but Yeshua, the Master Builder, who made the Universe, was in their midst! He had the master plan for rebuilding Jerusalem with him--and it would be made the most splendid city on earth!

Prophecy given thousands of years in advance foretold Yeshua's Second Coming would find Him setting his foot down first on the crest of the Mount of Olives. The Turnbulls, alerted by angels that the time was now about to be fulfilled, hurried in the darkness toward Olivet. There they saw the heaven split open, blinding light pour forth, and then Yeshua slowly descended until his foot touched the top of the mountain. Immediately, the whole earth and city shook, and the mountain split in two.

Sparkling artestian water, shining like crystal, poured out like a river, gushing from both sides of the widening crack, rushing down the rocky slopes into the channel of the little Jordan River, which then became as big as the Mississippi though clear and not full of mud. A great, wide valley spread east and west as the mountain fell down level, at the same time the river of Eden poured north and south, with the southern waters racing toward the Dead Sea, which it turned fresh and alive, and where now fish could live and thrive, whereas before the fish from the Jordan River lived only a few moments in it.

Now it was time to open the immemorial Golden Gate, located on the east side of Old Jerusalem's encircling wall, which had been sealed up for many centuries to prevent the prophecy of Yeshua's coming from being fulfilled. As the Turnbulls watched from a nearby vantage point, a warrior angel strode up to the wall and taking locks of his own electric hair, used them like blow torches and blasted away the blocking stones and cement that a Moslem ruler had put here, clearing the ancient gate for Yeshua's entrance into the city as King of Kings and Lord of Lords.

This gate of destiny had guarded the site of the East Gate of the Garden of Eden, a long time past. That gate had been closed by God to prevent fallen human beings from going back into the garden to eat the fruit of immortality. Now the gate was cleared, the way open for humanity to come into the City of the Great King, Yeshua. There they could, as citizens of His kingdom, take and eat from the Tree of Life, which sprang back to life from the Hill of the Skull, Golgotha, just outside the old city wall, where Yeshua had sacrificed his life and shed His blood for them, to pay their full penalty for sin and rebellion against God.

Yeshua came to the gate, which had been cleared, and the elders of the church just beyond the gate were now utterly astonished witnesses to the procession as Lord Yeshua led forth. Along with angels, men, women, and children--all resurrected saints come down from heaven, mingled in the solemn throng of the grand procession--and all were carrying palm branches to celebrate the King of kings and the Lion of Judah as he moved between the packed ranks and passed through the gate into the hall of the church. Heloise recognized a number of prophets, and even David, who did not wear his crown now, but who had once been king of Israel, with Jerusalem his capital.

The ages had waited expectantly for this very moment, when the Anointed One would return to reclaim his royal city, Jerusalem, the Holy City of God, the City of David, and go sit on the Davidic throne and rule the whole Earth from Jerusalem.

The church doors of the adjacent sanctuary abutting the gate had been thrown open, and Yeshua continued on into his city, as singing and shouting and dancing of women with timbrels and all kinds of musical instruments erupted around him. Just as prophecy had foretold, singers and dancers went ahead, then followed the elders of the Church and the Apostles who were to represent the Twelve Tribes of Israel, and then came Yeshua, the Great King, riding on a white horse that befitted such a mighty conqueror and King of Kings.

Climbing up the steps to the pedestal that had once held MJ's holographic statue, one of the many depicting him as a pagan god or hero of classical times, Heloise looked about in the crowds surging through the street. Where were the Petra refugees? She saw few Jews in the thronging multitude, realizing that they were still mostly in hiding, and many at quite a distance from Jerusalem. With all former transportation systems disrupted and many never to run again, they must, she thought, be having difficulty in reaching the city. Perhapsd some did not even believe Yeshua had come--or maybe they even thought he might be another false Messiah, such as M.J. had been. The Jews had flocked to his banner, and only later, when it was too late, did they realize their terrible mistake--and then they were helpless to defend themselves, having turned over their army to his generals' control, and he used their own superb military system to try to round them up and try to exterminate them!

No wonder they were slow to return to Jerusalem, lately the scene of so many executions of Jews by the Anti-Christ, not to mention the concentration/liquidation camps where thousands had suffered unspeakably at his hands. Raped, pillaged, imprisoned, tortured, and even executed by the thousands, the Jewish people had been reduced to a remnant, and the remnant was largely in hiding, even after Yeshua's Second Coming had been shown to the survivors across the whole world.

But in the days following Yeshua's entering the city through the Golden Gate, Heloise saw Jews, one by one, sometimes in little family groups and bands, creep carefully up to the open but angel-guarded gates, enter the city fearfully when the angels allowed them to, then gaze about in utter astonishment as they saw there was absolutely nothing for them to fear--the city was in Jewish hands again--Yeshua's, in fact, which could not be better!

But then they saw his pierced hands, and his pierced feet--and the awful truth struck them, some to their knees, and some even falling face down on the ground. They began to cry out and mourn, realizing just who this grand person was--the King of Jerusalem. They wept, knowing that they had chosen many false Messiahs down through the centuries and millennia while rejecting the only true Messiah, who was the very One their forefathers and Herod and the Romans had condemned to execution on a Roman stake.

It was a most stupendous folly that any one or any people could participate in--in fact, it could not be grasped by any human mind. The most cruel, most painful and shameful death of a criminal had been given their own Messiah, their chief Hope and Deliverer, by their Jewish leaders in collusion with the cruel Romans and the even more odious King Herod the heathen, corrupt, cruel Edomite king who ruled in Galilee for the Romans! How could their forefathers and rabbis have been so wrong! But here Yeshua was, resurrected, a living, breathing Messiah, with pierced hands and pierced feet--proving that the things the Christians had always said about him was truly the case. Before the whole account of the crucifixion of Christ had meant nothing to most of them--being told them by Gentiles or Goyim, and they thought there was some motive to the story, to convert or proselytize them and make them non-Jews. For that reason most of them who had not already lost faith in Israel's God because of the Holocaust had rejected the crucified Yeshua as a false Messiah--thinking he was an imposter, fabricated by his followers the Christians. But how could they mistake him now, when He stood before them, his hands and his feet bearing the scars of Roman nails? It was impossible to see him other than what he was, truly the Messiah of the Jews, the Savior of the World, the Son of God, the lush green, fruitful Branch of Jesse that sprang miraculously from dry and barren desert sand.

Knowing that this was the Feast of Tabernacles, they tried to construct booths for the Festival as in times past, and their tears mingled with the olive branches and palm fronds they gathered to make the booths, which signified the time Israel lived in the wilderness, living in tents and following God in the towering pillar of cloud by day and the pillar of flame by night. But it was Isaiah 53 they were really celebrating, as they began, in the unique calypso-like Jewish way, to weave songs out of the magnificent Messianic scripture verses.

Who hath believed our report? and to whom is the arm of the Lord revealed?

For he shall grow up before him as a tender plant, and as a root out of a dry ground; he hath no form nor comeliness, and when we shall see him, there is no beauty that we should desire him.

He is despised and rejected of men, a man of sorrows, and acquainted with grief, and we hid as it were our faces from him; he was despised, and we esteemed him not.

Surely he hath borne our griefs, and carried our sorrows; yet we did not esteem him stricken, smitten of God, and afflicted.

But he was wounded for our transgressions, he was bruised for our iniquities; the chastisement of our peace was upon him, and with his stripes we are healed..."

At this point, many singers broke down, they couldn't sing any more they were weeping so uncontrollably, so others had to step in for them to finish the Prophet Isaiah's portrait of the Messiah ben Joseph, the Suffering Servant.

..."All we like sheep have gone astray; we have turned very one to his own way, and the Lord hath laid on him the iniquity of us all.

He was oppressed, and he was afflicted, yet he opened not his mouth; he is brought as a lamb to the slaughter, and as a sheep before her shearers is dumb, so he openeth not his mouth.

He was taken from prison and from judgment, and who shall declare his generation? For he was cut off out of the land of the living, for the transgression of my people was he stricken.

And he made his grave with the wicked, and with the rich in his death, because he had done no violence, neither was any deceit in his mouth.

Yet it pleased the Lord to bruise him; he hath put him to grief; when thou shalt make his soul an offering for sin, he shall see his seed, he shall prolong his days, and the pleasure of the Lord shall prosper in his hand.

He shall see of the travail of his soul, and shall be satisfied; by his knowledge shall my righteous servant justify many, for he shall bear their iniquities.

Therefore will I divide him a portion with the great, and he shall divide the spoil with the strong; because he hath poured out his soul unto death; and he was numbered with the transgressors; and he bare the sin of many, and made intercession for the transgressors."

Heloise would have loved to linger and listen to all the verses of many other Messianic scriptures being remembered and sung, but she was beside herself. Where on earth were the Petra refugees? What was keeping them? Had they lost all their Black Hawks in some fight with the Anti-Christ's forces? Did they know about the stupendous victory of the Lord over the Anti-Christ and all the other kings of the earth? Did they know Yeshua was now reigning in his royal city, the City of David, Jerusalem? Surely, they had seen him in the clouds--so they knew He had returned, as the scriptures had foretold his Second Coming. She missed Esther and Anna terribly, and wondered how they were getting on under the watchful eye and protective wing of General Mac. Had the chidren been reunited with Esther and their grandmother? And Asher? Was he all right too?

She still looked for Aloes too, as newcomers came pouring into the city as news spread of Yeshua's entry. Many were turned back, however, as none but believers in Yeshua were permitted along with the repenting Jewish people--lest they be found in their sins, resistant and rebellious, and judged on the spot. Nothing was allowed to defile or demean the City of the Great King any longer--and the angels kept strict watch every minute of each day--able to spot anything unholy seeking to get by them. Any evil spirit or evil person who sought to come in to cause trouble was immediately apprehended by the warrior angels and slain (the spirits cast into the lake of fire or in the lidded pit). A dread of the holiness of the resurrected City of David fell upon the whole countryside round about--and no one dared to enter the city any more with sin on their hands or hidden in their hearts, with the intent to commit some evil deed in the city if they could.

Truly, a new Day, a New Age of Righteousness, had dawned! Yeshua wielded an iron scepter, a rod of iron, administering pure and incorruptible justice. He was establishing his Reign over the Earth on the basis of justice, not the mercy and grace of the preceding age. All evil would be judged and eradicated, and every wrong thing on the Earth would now be set right immediately by Yeshua--which was not a fearsome thing, except for the evil-doers, as he would "loose the bands of wickedness, undo the heavy burdens, and let the oppressed go free, and break every yoke"--just as Isaiah said.

Howso? The Prince of Peace, Mighty God, Wonderful Counsellor had come and would set up his everlasting throne in Jerusalem, and he would have the perfect answer for everything, being the embodiment of divine wisdom. Yeshua, the Second Adam, was going to restore, and not just restore, but create a paradise many times more beautiful than Eden had been under the first Adam. Glorious beyond saying would be his City, beyond anything the earth had ever seen under even the greatest rulers and kings and emperors, if all their glories could be bundled together and displayed in one city. Israel's Future and Hope had now become, in Yeshua, the whole Earth's Future and Hope--just as the ancient prophecies of the prophets and sages and seers, Isaiah, King David, Zechariah, and John the Revelator, and many others like them, had foretold.

Getting down from the pedestal of MJ's missing holographic blasphemy that had portrayed him as the Jewish Messiah, Heloise thought she might just take a peek into Yeshua's newly arrived throne room before going to Harry and the girls. The towering angel at the door seemed to recognize her on sight, and opened the hall for her, though Yeshua was not present. She peered in and saw Yeshua's angel-guarded throne, which he had brought with him from heaven, set in the middle of a giant Star of David, with ever-burning candles on the Jewish menorah. Before the throne she recognized a Tree of Life, for the healing of all the nations. And from under the throne ran streams of crystalline, healing waters.

The place had such a strong presence of Yeshua and his holiness and majesty that Heloise did not dare go in on her own without his invitation. She was about to head back to the Golden Gate to meet with Harry and the girls when she felt a tug at her sleeve. Looking down, she found a little Jewish girl with enormous dark eyes. "Please, lady, Mac says for you to come out, he is waiting to talk to him."

Heloise was astounded. Whose little girl was this? How did she know "Mac," who could only be General Mac, the renegade commander of the Gideon Task Force? Before she could ask the girl any questions, the waif sped away, and Heloise hurried after her, trying not to lose her in the crowds jamming the street.

When she reached the Golden Gate, which was now angel-guarded and covered with real gold plates, Heloise paused, gasping for breath. The girl was no where in sight. She had vanished as quickly as she had appeared. But her message was plain enough. Heloise let Harry and her girls know she was going on an errand, and they were to wait for her. She wouldn't be long, she said.

Her heart in her hand, Heloise stepped outside the City, which was the only safe place on earth for her now, even though the Great King was now present and reigning.

The way down from the gate was a chaos of broken headstones, ossuaries, and scattered rocks and mounds of dirt, blasted away by the engineer-angel. She had some difficulty finding a way through to a point where she could stop and rest and look about, hoping to catch sight of General Mac.

She couldn't recognize him, however, and wasn't too surprised, as he was known for his ingenious disguises. He had dressed in the flowing garb and veil of certain enterprising Arab women on occasion, his eyes dripping mascara as he made admiring eyes at the women-hungry guards and wriggled provocatively as he noted their number and weaponry, and no one was the wiser, as he crept about MJ's own compounds and concentration camps outside the city walls where the Jews were being "processed" in MJ's own verson of the "Final Solution." That was how he gathered such exact information on the entrances and exits, and just how heavily guarded and staffed the checkpoints and guard posts were, and all the rest of the critical data needed to mount a successful surprise raid and rescue (R & R).

But how would she find this almost invisible master of stealth that not even MJ's army of secret service men and the entire GPS satellite detection system could not track down and catch? She realized that he would have to find her instead, since that was far more likely. So she started walking, making herself as conspicuous as possible. She was a mile or so from the wall when she paused amidst some ruined houses and burned wrecks of World Union army vehicles. At that moment she heard a pebble fall. Then another, which flew right in front of her. Who was flinging pebbles at her? Some little street urchin? Yet another pebble came flying out from one of the houses.

Approaching the source, she stepped with some hesitation into the desolate ruins that typified so much of shattered, ravaged, bombed, plundered, depopulated Israel. Under the hanging, half-shattered roof, in the shadows someone was crouching. She almost cried out and fled, but the Bedouen-turbaned and robed figure moved from the deep shadows into sight, and the man's eyes--they were unmistakable.

"General!" she cried, half in shock, and half in relief.

"Bible woman, tell me one thing--is He the One?"

"You mean the Messiah, the Desire of All Nations?"

"Yes, though I don't care about the Goyim's desires!" the general spat out.

"Well, He does care for them, for me and my kind--even though he is the Messiah of the Jews first!" "I won't argue with you, Bible woman! You told me all I came to find out."

"Well, what are you going to do now, General?"

There was silence.

Heloise tried again, hoping against hope she could keep him talking.

"Where are the refugees you took to Petra, General? I have heard they are fine, but where are they? Did you bring them with you?"

"No, I had to find out first if this Messiah is real or not. Since he is, the refugees will be brought here at once. If he is truly the Messiah, He will be well able to protect them, and my job is finished!"

Heloise thought of something more, though her heart was beating rapidly at the wonderful news.

"What about you, sir? Will you remain to greet your Messiah with the other Jews of the remnant, and cry out, 'Baruch Haba Bashem Adonai!'--'Blessed is He who comes in the name of the Lord!'?"

There was silence again. Then she heard what sounded to her like weeping.

She was aghast. How could such a strong man as this one break down and weep?

"I have too much blood on my hands. He will turn me away if I go to him. I am not worthy!"

"But you were bravely defending your homeland, General! That is no crime, and certainly no sin!"

"No, you don't know. Some years ago I had been watering down the whole night in the clubs and was stopped by a dirty, unshaven fellow outside in the street who begged a smoke. I had some scented Turks, and I offered him one, and then the fool grabbed the lot from my hand, and laughed, saying I could just trot home to my tent in the desert and tend my goats, that was all the dirty, smelly Bedouen were good for!

The fool evidently did not guess, from my robe and looks, that I am a Jew, and I should have let him go even with his insult, for the loss of some cigarettes is a petty thing. But he angered me, and I let anger and rage master me. His friend came up at that moment, and he too lay words of scorn on me, even lifting his heel, after saying some things about my mother and wife I won't repeat to you. I went crazy that time, and my Swiss beauty--it flashed twice, and both fools were dead while still on their feet! Punched through the heart, and their throats slit for good measure!

I fled, and since they were low-life and known troublemakers in the area, no police came looking for me--it was during wartime anyway--and they had more important things to deal with.

So, you see, I am a murderer! How can I go into the city and greet the Messiah with their blood dripping from my hands?"

This was Heloise's grand opportunity as a Bible woman.

She promptly assured the general that all, regardless of their unworthiness or how many men he had murdered, he was most welcome to come repentant. The only unwelcome man was one who came intending evil--then Christos Pantokrator, the World Ruling, Davidic Messiah, would mete out swift justice on his head!

Which are you, sir? Are you his now, or Satan's. You cannot be both. But all you need do is believe in Yeshua as your Messiah, Lord, and Savior--and, of course, surrender yourself to him forever--as He gave his life for you, paying the full penalty for all your sins. The angel guardians will not let you go in otherwise--if your heart is still wavering between two masters."

The general answered by coming out from the ruined house. "Take me with you, if you will, please." His tone was like a most humble man, not that of a commanding general's. It was so unlike the General, she peered at him, wondering what had caused this tremendous change.

She saw his face was wet, and his eyes still running.

"Please let us go, and waste no more time. There will be a battle for control of Jerusalem in this very spot, soon. When the cat leaves the house, the mice run amok. You see, some units of Jordan's army and air force that weren't up north fighting in MJ's lost war with several other allied armies, will attack Jerusalem to take the spoils--us Jews! I was just informed by my eyes and ears planted among them they are on their way.

Horrified, Heloise looked around. "But where will our refugees from Petra and that other place you have for the children--? "Oh, Mt. Seir? I won't let my boys drop them here. It's all been arranged. They will be taken directly to the Temple Mount--which I thought would be safest, if there still happened to be snipers in the city, and then we will deal with the security problem in the way I have learned how best to handle it--door to door!"

Heloise knew he had chosen the drop site well--it was level and a large area was clear, but there were ruins good enough for sheltering the refugees if they needed to run for cover. The world quake had leveled most of the religious structures, the mosques and even the new Third Jewish Temple--as well as divided the whole city into three parts. A lot of construction had been started by MJ, rebuilding the city as a pagan-templed tribute to himself, but, of course, it did not get very far before the final battle that destroyed him.

"Let us go then," she said.

Yeshua? She had no idea where He was in the city, nor what He would do in the coming battle, yet Heloise knew they were exactly in his will, saving His people's lives and bringing them to a safe haven--or as safe as it could be in the still unsettled post-war state of the country.

Together they went back up to the Eastern Gate, also called the Golden Gate, where the angels stood guard round the clock, just as Jordanian army units drew close to the city and then paused, waiting for the air assault.

General Mac made a chilling remark, that the last remaining enemies of Israel were intending an assault on the seemingly open, undefended city in order to wipe out any surviving Jews. The Jordanians were known for this sort of thing. Make peace with your rival, when he is stronger, but bide your time until the tables are turned, then show no mercy! Always a weak predator, they waited like the cowardly jackal while the lions hunted down a prey, then when the lions were sleeping off their dinner, moved in for the leftovers. So it was with Israel--when, thanks to the treachery and betrayal of the treaty-breaking Anti-Christ, the Jews were least able to defend themselves, Jordan pounced.

At the gate, the general did a very wise thing. Perhaps it signified his change of heart too. He drew out his renowned Swiss Army knife, looked at it, ran his finger ever so lightly along the razor-sharp blade, then cast it down. Defenseless, utterly vulnerable, but clean of heart! Only then did he step forward, bow, and submit himself to the scrutiny of the warrior angel serving as gatekeepers. It was like an X-ray went through him, head to foot, as he stood in their gaze. Then the guardians of the Golden Gate passed both the general and Heloise, who then were met by Harry, Myrrha, and Cassia.

"You're back! And who is this?" Harry said, eyeing General Mac in his flowing robes and Bedouen turban.

Heloise introduced the general, and he was immediately asked what had happened at the refugee camp in Argentina.

"They're safe in a better place, until I can send my boys to pick them up and bring them all here," he told them. "Besides, I have other groups I have gathered, which are also waiting their turn."

But there was no time now for fellowship and talk. Jerusalem and the remnant of Jews at Jerusalem were targeted for attack as the Jordanian airforce flew to lead the attack, followed by the armored units.

Timing is critical in deciding the outcomes of battles and wars, but this couldn't be helped, the Gideon Task Force was due at about the same time. The refugees couldn't be left at Petra and Mt. Seir any longer, and the general needed his task force. Which would reach the city first? The GTF had a long flight to Jerusalem, and jet aircraft are much, much swifter than army choppers!

Going up on the wall close by the Temple Mount for a vantage point, Heloise and the General were standing there when they saw the champions of the Jews, the GTF, come in, bearing the precious burden of the refugees from Petra and Mt. Seir.

Even before all the refugees were unloaded, the Jordanian-led attack code named "Sword of Allah" commenced with bombing and strafing by captured Israeli IDF warplanes.

The two blasts did considerable damage to the ruins of an already earthquake-ravaged mosque, as their missiles and bombs went astray and failed to reach any populated district. Suddenly, the pilots of ten planes lost their bearings, unable to read the instrumentation accurately, and they crashed in the countryside after veering sharply away from the city. None of the Jordanians knew the cause, that it was failing to correct the sophisticated gyroscopic system, as well as being untrained to take manual control.

Seeing the lead planes go down along with their Jordanian commander, the rest of the now headless squadron that had once totalled 36 planes, made only a flyby of the city's wall. The remaining pilots, frantically screaming to each other in various languages, were all believing the Jews of Jerusalem had a secret new anti-aircraft system, when actually it was pilot error and simple but fatal inexperience with the guidance systems of Israeli IDF fighter planes. Scratching their part in the the master attack plan, they turned back toward the newly-finished World Union-Jordanian base outside Amman the capital of Jordan--which they never reached.

Jerusalemites, fleet-footed boys and girls, both Jews and Arabs, running up on the wall to catch a glimpse of the victory over the enemy, could see the multiple smoke plumes in the eastern mountains where the planes all went down within a few minutes of flight. Even their seat ejection systems proved no good in the few seconds they had before they dove straight into the ground while they desperately tried to overrule the malfunctionng, on-board computer and gyroscopic system and pull their aircraft back into the air.

The total rout of the Jordanian-led air attack gave the GTF time to unload the refugees, all the hundreds of refugee, the adults from Petra and the children from Mt. Seir.

Heloise rushed to the site, but Esther came out of a Petra chopper first and immediately began searching frantically for her girls. A second helicopter from Mt. Seir was unloading near by, and two girls came out of it and then rushed toward Esther, who had seen them and screamed their names above the noise of the still whirling rotors.

Anna came slowly out, with assistance from a GTF soldier, just as Heloise arrived. Esther and her daughters were hugging, and so Heloise reached out for Anna. Anna was crying! She called to Heloise, forgetting she was a Goy, "Daughter! Daughter!" she screeched. "Let me kiss you!"

The group was so joyful they were completely oblivious to the momentous confict that was being waged around them. Hundreds of others were experiencing the same indescribable, joyful reunions, with many tears and hugs, as children were reunited with their parents and grandparents.

General Mac, his air force and crack troops freed of the burden of the refugees, began the operation against the armored units of the Jordanian-led Arab force assaulting the city from the slopes adjoining the eastern wall of the city. So intent were they to get to the enemy, they sped toward the target like an arrow released from a cross-bow.

Though surprised by the still unexplained loss of their supporting air cover and its important part in the conquest and capture of Jerusalem, the Jordanians and their allies were still very confident that they could sweep aside any resistance the few, feeble Jews left in Jerusalem might muster. The plan called for them to take the wall's ancient defenses and then pour into the city to root out and kill all the remaining survivors according to the details of their own treaties with MJ in implementing MJ's second Shoah, or his Final Solution of the Jewish People. Even the children and the sick and aged would not be spared. Jerusalem was to be ethnically cleansed, along with the whole land, from the defilement of Jews forever! As for the rumor of a new Jewish Messiah come to Jerusalem to lead the Jews out of defeat and destruction--they would take his head off and hang it from the cornerstone of the Golden Gate!

They had no doubt that they would soon have their way with Jerusalem's Jews, even without air cover, as the IDF was non-existent, and all its warplanes had been captured. As for the Gideon Task Force, if they had heard about it, it was discounted, for nothing of it had been seen for weeks, so it must have run out of fuel and disbanded, presumably.

As the hodge-podge army tried to make sense of the various commanders' orders and last instructions and moved more or less into position up to the walls, the vehicles made hash of a Jewish cemetery and a few Arab graves as well.

They hoped their air force would return after its unexplained retreat, but if not, they would do their job anyway and clean out all the Jews from Jerusalem forever! Some were not so sure, however, but wondered what had happened to the Mount of Olives. They hadn't heard of a major quake in that spot--yet the entire mountain was gone! In its place was a large, flowing stream flowing in two directions, west and south! It was a sign, but if it meant good for the Jews, it did not bode well for them! Which was it? they wondered, as they moved into position to begin firing at a chosen section of the wall they wanted to breach.

Freed of his duty toward the refugees, all General Mac's old but still serviceable fleet of Black Hawks had to do was to start Operation Mop-up, and the first armored division of the enemy force was blown to pieces with such fury and precision with GTF rockets, it knocked the fight out of the survivors. Losing all cohesion, the poorly-organized force started the retreat and stampede of the main forces back toward Amman, the attackers abandoning their vehicles and running, rather than face being annihilated in the same way.

Where had all the dreaded Israelis gunships come from? Nobody could guess--it was every man for himself, and no time was spent on foolish questioning by the fleeing, would-be conquerors of Jerusalem and Swords of Allah.

Within less than an hour, the wolves' attack on Yeshua's little flock was over, and the GFT, instead of rounding up the three thousand or so survivors, followed them far enough from the city to make sure they fully intended not to return that day. Otherwise, the enemy would have been asking for complete destruction--and they would not have been disappointed by the prompt GTF response.

As for the air base at Amman, the general knew of a secret silo containing a nuclear-armed missile he could get re-programmed to take it out. He had the expert on missile guidance systems--and the silo was only fifteen minutes by jeep from the city.

But the missile was never needed or fired from Amman's spanking new air base. This was the very last attack touching Jerusalem staged by anyone against the Jews (though more revolts would break out elswhere and be quickly crushed), just at the start of the Millennial Reign of Yeshua, resulting in the Jews' complete victory. There would be 1,000 years of peace--unlike any preceding time in the world, and so glorious it was, all the books written in the world from that point could not possibly describe its splendors and miracles and all the other wonderful things--though they tried.

As for Yeshua's not taking an active role in defending his own city, Heloise and the General soon learned his reason. She had presumed that Yeshua would act as the Lion of Judah, not the Suffering Servant, concerning this unprovoked attack, by the Jordanians who possessed the territory of Israel's ancient enemies, Ammon and Moab.

"Evil is its own undoing," Yeshua told them. "It will destroy itself, oftentimes, if left to itself. And I came to bring peace and justice and righteousness--not war and bloodshed. For this reason I held back my avenging angels. It is my desire that the Jordanians come to Me and serve me gladly, as I did not lift my hand against them now as they know they deserved."

Heloise was not entirely persuaded that the Jordanians should be let off "scot free." She understood the Lord's forebearance, but, just the same, she agreed with General Mac that it was not likely the Jordanians would take their defeat humbly and leave Jerusalem and the Jews in peace just because they had been driven off with their coattails on fire. Yet, despite their misgiving, how could they argue with Yeshua's boundless grace--they had been forgiven much, had they not? Why should the Jordanians not be forgiven, if they would only take the opportunity to enjoy peace instead of continue to pursue a policy of eye for eye and tooth for tooth?

Only a few days after this mercy and stay of judgment of Yeshua was most graciously granted, the Jordanians and their ruling king proved, sadly, that the rout they had suffered had not given them second thoughts about the wisdom of attacking the Jews once again. Showing that they had nothing but contempt for the Jews of Jerusalem and their Messiah, they sent out a raiding party of a thousand camels (their armored vehicles and planes no longer would function, whether they knew how to operate them or not!). It looked just like an ancient Ammonite war party attacking Israel, except the camels carried mortars and anti-tank missiles and SAMs strapped to their backs.

They did not get very far when an avenging angel met them, standing smack in their path.

As Yeshua said it would, this evil act brought its own terrible consequence, by their own choice they were destroyed. This time it was the roar of the Lion of Judah, not the gentle call of the Suffering Servant of man. Angels, who cannot abide treachery and guile and rebellion against God, show no mercy whatsoever to the guilty. The war party was annihilated with the angel's lightning-like sword. But the angel went to the source and did the same. Amman the ancient Jordanian capital, formerly Rabbah, was destroyed, end to end, and the destruction was so complete the city was forsaken and not inhabited again. The Prophet Jeremiah had prophesied this destruction of the Jordanians, descendants of the ancient Ammonites, thousands of years before the event:

"Concerning the Ammonites, thus saith the Lord; Hath Israel no sons? hath he no heir? why then doth their king inherit Gad, and his people dwell in his cities?

Therefore, behold, the days come, saith the Lord, that I will cause an alarm of war to be heard in Rabbah of the Ammonites, and it shall be a desolate heap, and her daughters shall be burned with fire; then shall Israel be heir unto them that were his heirs, saith the Lord.

Howl, O Heshbon!...for their king shall go into captivity, and his priests and his princes together...behold, I will bring a fear upon thee, saith the Lord God of hosts..."

King David also foretold their calamity in a psalm as he described the end of wicked people:

"They are brought into desolation, as in a moment, they are consumed with terrors."

This unmistakable fulfilment of the ancient prophecy of Jeremiah, called the Weeping Prophet, for he suffered continual torment watching his people and nation going to destruction and disregarding all his warnings, caused the fear of the God of Abraham, Isaac, and Jacob to descend on all the surviving Jordanian (Ammonite) people from that time on.

More peace-loving of Arab peoples, the Jordanians changed their attitudes and generational hatred of the Jews to humility, and they became teachable and able to learn a new and better way of peace, fulfilling the Prophet Jeremiah's word of hope and restoration that would extend to them too, the moment they ceased fighting Abraham's God and His descendants, the Jews, through Isaac his son:

...And afterward I will bring again the captivity of the children of Ammon, saith the Lord."

And of Israel's miraculous restoration and the return of the scattered remnant of Jews to Jerusalem and the land about, Isaiah the Prophet had had this to say, which Heloise related to all those around her in her well-attended, daily Bible classes held on the Temple Mount:

"For the Lord will have mercy on Jacob, and will yet choose Israel, and set them in their own land, and the strangers will be joined with them, and they shall cleave to the house of Jacob..."

These and many other ancient prophesies were all being accomplished and implemented, right before their very eyes! It was a glorious thing, and the Jewish people were continuously rejoicing, having seen the fulfillment that had been promised to their forefathers since ages in the past--for which countless Jewish hearts through the long ages had yearned and their eyes had wept rivers, while serving brutal taskmasters in slavery and bondage and oppression of all kinds inflicted on them for thousands of years. Many had given up hope, but always saintly individuals believed God despite the hopeless look of their present conditions. They knew that someday, even if their eyes did not see it, their children, or their children's children might see it--the glorious land was first promised them, beginning with God Almighty's everlasting Covenant with Father Abraham and all his descendants through his son Isaac.

Finally, these most comforting of prophetic words came to Heloise's mind, from Asaph the Jewish psalmist, describing this very time in its entire, glorious, unfolding reality when all the kings and rulers and presidents of the earth came, one by one in humility, to Jerusalem, each year at the Feast of the Tabernacles, to present the Lord Yeshua and His People special, beautiful gifts worthy of the reigning, all-wise-and-just Lord of all the Earth:

"...When God arose to judgment, to save all the meek of the earth. Selah. Surely the wrath of man shall praise thee, the remainder of wrath shalt thou restrain. Vow, and pay unto the Lord your God, let all that be round about him bring presents unto him that ought to be feared..."

Yet as the days passed and work was begun on the rebuilding of Jerusalem, and still no sight of Aloes, Heloise grew impatient, and she went to Yeshua about it. At least she intended to speak to him, and then someone stepped up to her, a noble-looking, princely youth she had not seen before, wearing the distinctive golden diadem she had seen on angelic messengers from time to time. What order of angels were they? she had wondered. She had no idea, only the emblem at the crest was clearly tree-like, with golden leaves. Could it signify the Tree of Life?

"I am Sigal," the youth informed her, bowing low to her. "I have been sent to cheer you, with words concerning your beloved son Aloes."

Heloise was so overwhelmed, she sat down. "Is he all right?" she pleaded. "How come I haven't seen or heard from him before this?" The youth bowed as deeply as before and smiled. "Daughter of Zion and great lady, he is fine, and sends you word that he is a man under authority, and must continue the duties assigned to him at present, for there are many under his command, and I--he has been pleased to appoint me his messenger to you."

The youth's manner was so courteous and kind that Heloise felt completely open with him. She began to cry, then wiped her tears, and said as bravely as she could, "Thank you for coming then, Sigal, but what does he wish to tell me? I don't wish to keep you from whatever business you have."

He smiled and bowed again. "No, no, this is the greatest honor, Lady Heloise. I am at your service! We all wanted to go to you, but--but it fell to me. I have something to tell you now, concerning the Aloes plant. Do you know the plant?"

"Yes, I do, but what does it have to do with my son?"

"A great deal, Lady Heloise! This is how a wise man once described it..." And then he began to sing verses gracefully and quaintly like a trained court minstrel of the Middle Ages, accompanied by soft flute music and instruments she did not know, though Heloise could see no instruments anywhere near them where she sat on the Temple Mount.

"Have you heard the tale of the Aloe plant

away in the sunny clime?

By humble growth of a hundred years

it renders its blooming time;

And then a wondrous bud at its crown

breaks into a thousand flowers;

this floral King, in its blooming seen

is the pride of the tropical bowers.

But the plant to the flower is sacrifice

for it blooms but once, and it dies...

Heloise's eyes dropped at this point, remembering Aloes's death while trying to rescue the captive Jews in a concentration camp once located not far from where she was now seated.

The youth continued, singing in a softer manner than before, as Heloise shut her eyes and let the song and the words and the music minister to her its comfort.

"Have you heard of the Aloe plant

that grows in the sunny climb?

How every one of its thousand flowers,

as they drop in the blooming time,

is an infant plant where it falls to the ground,

And as fast as they drop from the dying stem,

grow lively and lovely around!

By dying it liveth a thousand-fold,

in the young that spring from the death of the old."

The Tree of Life-crowned messenger stepped back, bowing, and she raised her eyes, and saw that he was waiting on her response.

"That was--that was helpful. And I thank you! It was a lovely song and--"

Suddenly, she smelled something wonderful, as if the wind had wafted the fragrance of a gorgeous flower to her from over the wall of some hidden royal garden! She looked about, but there was no such garden visible--so where was the aroma coming from?

Sigal smiled, and answered, "It is the Aloe plant fragrance, which is used in the sacred anointing oil of the Lord, as you know."

Fragrances have great healing properties, and this fragrance, now, sank deep into her soul, and she felt healed and restored, the loss of Aloes so suddenly and cruelly was completely done away, and in it place was peace and happiness.

She could let him go now too--and though she ached to see him, she could wait. She rose up and gazed at Sigal.

"That was lovely! Everything you did for me was beautiful--I cannot thank you enough."

Sigal smiled, or, rather, grinned. He was obviously very pleased that his song and music had accomplished the most he had hoped for, the healing of a mother's heart grief.

She paused, then spoke out what was on her mind. "Could you tell me a couple things before you go? What is that diadem of yours? What is the meaning?"

"It is the Tree of Life, and Aloes is our commander as we serve the Lord's command to take healing to the nations--which begins with the separation of all the nations into sheep and goats."

Heloise gasped. "Oh! So there is going to be a judgment of the nations! I was beginning to wonder if I had misunderstood the scriptures concerning it. And Aloes is your commander? Where--what?"

He smiled at her many questions that poured forth, but he was not allowed to tell her everything at this point. "I can tell you this much, Lady Heloise, that the Great Separation begins soon, and that is why Aloes cannot come to you at this moment. He is leading us in this duty. Healing must start with separation from the sickness, or the Healing of the Nations will be delayed or even reversed. The goat nations must be removed from the earth, along with the wicked leaders who have chosen to pull the people back into hatred, war, and strife. This is the Age of Yeshua's Peace, and they will not be allowed to return the earth to Satan's kingdom. The Earth is the Lord's kingdom now!"

Even as Aloes's messenger was explaining this to Heloise, Yeshua was comforting a little girl who had lost her mother.

The little girl was one of those whose mothers did not survive the concentration camps the Anti-Christ had set up round Jerusalem to process and get rid of the last of the Jews. She had been rescued, but her mother had not lived to be reunited with her, when General Mac fetched the children from Mt. Seir to join their parents from Petra.

Even while Yeshua was comforting each of the motherless or orphaned children, he was also, as Lord of the Universe, correcting the flaws that had caused so much havoc, suffering, and death on the Earth since the Fall of Man in the Garden, and even before that during the time of Lucifer's rebellion and rampage through Universes--until he was confined to Earth I, that is.

The tilt of Earth I was dealt with, taking the harshness out of the seasons, so that they would no longer be extreme in climate, so cold in winter or so hot in summer. The air pressure was also gradually increased, restoring energy and strength to all created things. Heavy loads or hard tasks that formerly took much effort and caused so much weariness, now could be done with little effort and in far less time. Machines were thus made redundant, useless--as human hands and backs could easily do what only machines could do before.

The planet was even moved a million miles closer to the sun, so that it could receive 2% more sunshine and energy, which it had lost when it was moved away from the sun in the catastrophic disturbances of Lucifer's Rebellion, the Fall of Adam, and the Noahic Flood.

Even as he held the little girl, and her tears dried, the whole earth was experiencing a universal rebirth and healing--warmth was spreading into the cold and frozen areas of the globe, seeds in deserts or polar regions were opening where they could never have germinated before, and the range of palms and tropical orchids and fruits was vastly extended north and south, east and west.

The whole earth was in the process of becoming a gigantic, indescribably beautiful and productive garden, blossoming and greening up to become a second, but much bigger, Garden of Eden--a paradise where everyone could live in peace and plenty, without fear of war or fear of sinful and violent men.

Even the animals were changing their violent, aggressive natures. The predators, like the lions, tigers, and other carnivores, were starting to eat grass and plants, and no longer attacked other animals for meat. The snakes' venom turned harmless, and they no longer presented any danger to people, as they became totally peaceful and did not even try to bite with the teeth they still had.

Now little children could play harmlessly in a nest of snakes, with the mothers' having no fear of them being hurt, or climb on a lion's back and roll off, and the lion would even let its mane be pulled and not growl!

Heloise had to tell Harry and her family, and asked Sigal if he could sing the same song to them, but he declined. "They have already been ministered to, you see."

She wasn't quick to believe it, but he smiled and bowed. "Go and see!"

Heloise caught Sigal's sleeve as he turned to go. "One last question, if I may. Are you an angel?"

His already large, light violet eyes widened a bit. "No, lady. Though they serve us when needed, we are not angels. We are men, not angels, but resurrected from the dead, having all been killed during the time of Jacob's Trouble, when we refused to take the sign of the beast and instead proclaimed the Saving Name of Yeshua."

Heloise was stunned and thrilled at the same time. Sigal, then was one of the 144,000 martyrs, first tortured then guillotined, slain, during the Tribulation by the Anti-Christ! John the Revelator had described them. A glorious troop, they were all virgins, having never given themselves to the lust and harlotry of the dying, sick world. And her son was their commander! Could there be a greater honor than that? No wonder Sigal had seemed so noble in his manner, and so full of kindness and courtesy--a true prince of a young man!

The words of the Apostle John himself spoke to her:

"Then I looked, and behold, a Lamb standing on Mount Zion, and with Him was one hundred and forty-four thousand, having the Father's name written on their foreheads.

And I heard a voice from heaven, like the voice of many waters, and like the voice of loud thunder, and I heard the sound of harpists playing their harps.

They sang as it were a new song before the throne, before the four living creatures, and the elders,

and no one could learn that song except the hundred and forty-four thousand who were redeemed from the earth.

These are the ones who were not defiled with women, for they are virgins. These are the ones who follow the Lamb wherever He goes.

These were redeemed from among men, being first-fruits to God and to the Lamb.

And in their mouth was found no deceit, for they are without fault before the throne of God."

When Sigal had departed, vanishing as quickly as he had come, Heloise hurried to find Harry and the girls. It was as Sigal had promised her. Each had an account for her--a special message from Aloes-- and none was the same. Each message, though, was precisely what each family member needed to hear.

Meanwhile the preparations for the great Bema of the Nations were completed. At a special off-Terran site chosen for its isolated location, a gigantic bowl in the landscape was hollowed out and made ready to receive the nations, to which all the people of the existing nations on Earth that had survived the Tribulation would be transported in vastly expanded bubble-cars.

Teams of the largest angels were kept busy picking up the stupendous shield-like containers that safely held millions of human beings, entire nations all travelling together in what looked to them like arenas, only incomprehensible in size.

One of the first nations gathered together, a project which Aloes' 144,000 had supervised, was Russia. The number of people was huge, and Aloes and his men of valor had their hands full. 70 million men, women, and children had survived the Tribulation, and these were now brought safely to the Bema site by the transporting bubble-car.

After Russia is judged, America's turn is next. Set in a convenient site, the angel's shield, lined with grooves for seating, takes on the entire population, with thousands of Aloes's army serving as fully armed ushers and security to make sure everyone stays.

Once everyone is seated, given food and water and whatever they need for the journey, the bubble settles down over the shield, and away they go to the great Bema.

Arrived at the now dreaded site of the Bema, or Judgment of the Nations, with the Americans assembled in the circular canyon before the Judge, Yeshua, the case is reviewed by recording angels as the entire Millennium population of the United States of America and their leaders listen, their feet shifting uncomfortably in the sand of the canyon floor. At one point, the narrative pauses, so that Sodom and Gomorrah's representatives can be brought in to testify their outrage for being judged so severely while millions upon millions of Americans were guilty of the same crimes of immorality and perversion and murdering of children in the womb. Other cities and nations too were brought in to testify, how they had been destroyed long in the past for just such crimes, while America continued to be blessed with every blessing, even while committing the same crimes that had damned them to hell and the lake of fire forever.

The nation was judged as a nation, but according to its parts as well. The Presidency, Congress, Judiciary (particular the Supreme Court judges and chief justices), military, the state governors and legislatures, and even the heads of the churches and seminaries, and the administrators of the schools, colleges, and universities of the educational system, not to mention the chief people in the entertainment industry, and media, and the corporations, all had to face the One who was presiding over their case, whether they would be declared a Sheep Nation or a Goat Nation.

Many books the size of folios were brought out by the recording angels who maintained the archives of heaven, and they began reading them. Time literally stood still as the acts of the people and nation of America were read out for examination and judgment. When the last book was finished with, there was silence. The evidence was so comprehensive and complete, there was no one present who could quibble with one thing that had been revealed from the books.

Overwhelmed, stunned, and now terribly dismayed, the Americans waited to hear what the Judge, Yeshua, would say and feared what his decision might be.

Yeshua's bailiff-angel called for the judges and chief justices of America's highest courts, as well as Americas lawyers and attorneys and prosecutors, to come forward.

When they were all assembled before Him, Yeshua spoke.

"Why did you err and declare good, evil, and evil, good? You had my holy law since before the foundation of your country and all your courts-- that made everything clear from the beginning. The Ten Commandments were inscribed in the stone and marble of your chief buildings and government edifices--but you still denied they had anything to do with you and the governance of your nation. You even directed the society to accept evil by your own arbitrary decrees. In everything you enacted, you chose flawed human reason and judgment over my perfect laws--and you led your nation and people into destruction. You refused to seek My counsel and chose your own--which was vile and self-serving. You corrupted yourselves and your people and nation with your own unjust laws. Furthermore, you oppressed the poor and persecuted My Church. What do you say for yourselves?"

The judges and chief justices could not deny the truth coming from He who is the Way, the Truth, and the Life. Their spokesman stepped forward, his knees buckling as he tried to stand. "We have done all that was recorded in the books, Your Honor."

"How do you plead?"

"Guilty, Your Honor!"

As the totally shamed and discredited judiciary and its minions were led away by Aloes's martyr-band, the court bailiff-angel called for the President and Vice President and White House staff, the Cabinet, and the appointed chiefs of the government departments, including the Vice President, and also former former presidents and vice presidents still alive, to come forward for trial. Their armies of lawyers and attorneys and counsellors and advisers were also brought along with them. It was a very big gathering, much larger than the judiciary's and its legions of lawyers.

The books were read out regarding the acts of the Presidency and all its offices high to low, including delegated authorities. The account started out admirably, with only a bad impression regarding the Founding Fathers when the first Constitutional Government of the newly formed United States of America failed to emancipate the slaves and set them up as free men and equals to all other men, regardless of color. Even the freed black men were not enfranchised--and so they could be seized and their property and freedom taken, if they so much as tried to visit relatives in the slave-holding south of the country. This impossible situation led directly to the Civil War, of course, for a divided nation cannot stand or hold together. The bloodiest war the nation ever fought and would ever fought was waged--and the price was paid for the folly of not doing away with slavery when they knew they should--and it was a stiff price, indeed. The festering of the wound continued for generations thereafter.

But the books' account did not dwell so much on slavery as it did on oppression. The Indian peoples, who were not enslaved, were oppressed people from the beginning, and their land was taken when the treaties were broken by the white signatories and the U.S. president and government. This oppression of the Indian peoples continued right up to the time of the holding of the Bema, and now remained for Yeshua to set right.

The court bailiff signed for the recording angels to pause, and then he called the Indian peoples of America to come forward and stand together in one place opposite the other Americans.

The two groups gazed at each other, one with chagrin, the other with resignation and pity and even forgiveness. There was some anger in some Indians, but still far less than there was anger in the group of those who were the oppressors.

How could the oppressors now deny what they had done? They were made to look on all those they had oppressed with bad laws, broken treaties, outright exploitation, seizure of tribal property for various projects that benefited the national economy though it ruined the Indian people's heritage and community life...and their arrogance and contempt and, worse, cold indifference toward Indians, it was unmasked for what it really was. Tellingly, the administrators of the B.I.A. did not stand with the Indians but stood in the ranks of the oppressors.

It soon grew painfully apparent to all who heard the reading of the books that corruption in high places, abuse of powers, falsehood, policies to deliberately deceive the people, and sheer, unrestrained envy, greed, and immorality eventually riddled and ruined the entire government, subverting and changing it so much that the Constitution was made a hollow shell, and everything that was done by the Presidency served only to mock its principles and guidelines and articles. From servant to autocratic ruler, from limited power to absolute power, from humility to arrogance, from thrift to self-indulgment and luxury--the Presidency descended, with everyone involved turning into a beast that was the worst the Founding Fathers could envision and try to hold back with the reins of law, but, ultimately, could not prevent taking shape once the people relaxed their vigilance and failed to revolt.

The Judge's bailiff now called for the U.S. State Department to stand clear, and they did so. Consuls, diplomats, advisers, the Secretary of State, the Ambassador to the United Nations, along with the other ambassadors, all had to stand for trial. And since the Presidents were involved, the several who had lived into the Millennium, along with their vice presidents, were called to stand with the State Department.

The specific acts of the State Department were read out by the recording angels. It was very clear as they read that they committed blunder after blunder--the tally of disasters was unspeakable, yet it was spoken now by the angels, who did not fear men but feared God who had power to cast a soul into hell and the lake of fire. The reading turned to the particular foreign policy blunder dealing with Israel and God's Chosen People, the Jews, with whom He had made an everlasting covenant when He covenanted with Abraham, Isaac, and Jacob, the Patriarchs and Founding Fathers of the Israelite people and nation.

The account detailed how Israel, America's loyal ally, had been forced by America, since Israel's declaring its existence as a state in 1948, to give up Covenanted land for peace with hostile Arabs inhabiting the area, even though they had previously been low, contemptible, impoverished subjects of the Ottoman Turkish sultan with no special standing or claim to a nation and capital of their own. Yet when they saw that the Jews quickly developed a nation of their own, with bright promise showing in the new farms and factories and growing cities, the Arabs of the area hotly demanded the same for themselves, though they had not worked for it as the Jews had done. Instead, they chose to take it by force, and so they fled, many of them, out of Israel, counting on their Arab brothers in surrounding nations to send victorious armies to wipe out the Jews and leave them the spoils. It did not happen. The five invading Arab nations were all defeated by a tiny, newly born state of Israel, a miracle declaring the glory and power of the God of Abraham, Isaac, and Jacob and the ignominy of Allah, the god of the Arabs.

But the Arabs did not cease hostility and acknowedge their wrong path, but continued on it, as the account revealed. The Arab "Palestinian" refugees became pawns for the neighboring Arab dictatorships and tyrants, and they remained poor, hated, and hating--blaming their plight completely on the Jews, when actually it was a result of their doing and also the doing of their Arab brothers in neighboring countries such as Egypt, Syria, and Jordan.

The account did not go into this guilt of the Arabs any more at this point, for there was more than ample guilt gathered for judgment, but returned to the State Department's unrighteous, strong-armed treatment of Israel, focusing on the policy of "land for peace,' which denied the Covenant's existence while breaking it, and thus calling God, the divine promulgator and chief signatory, a liar, after the written Word of God in the Bible recorded that He declared it an everlasting agreement that would never end or be changed by His hand.

The current secretary of state and his people were called to the dock as the reading by the recording angel continued, giving the acts of the former secretaries of state going back to Kissenger, Schultz, Baker, Reno, Albright, and Rice, and concluding with the present holder of the office, who had signed infamous treaties with the Anti-Christ himself that turned the Jews of America over to his extermination squads for certain advantages in the new world order.

Now none of these people were consciously or deliberately evil, they had done these evil things ignorantly, in the understanding they were serving mankind's highest good, and promoting democracy and the rule of law and justice, and, best of all, establishing world peace. Henry Kissenger, though an Austrian Jew, had no love or regard for Israel or the Jews, and when Golda Meir, her nation attacked on the greatest holy day of the Jews, the Day of Atonement called Yom Kippur when all the armed forces were off-duty attending services, called the White House, pleading for America's help, H. Kissenger demurred, saying, "Let the Jews bleed a little."

Yet the President, Richard Milhous Nixon, whom everyone, friend or foe, knew was a virulent anti-Semite, sitting in his gilded cage of the White House almost powerless after the debacle of Watergate, received Israel's Prime Minister Golda Meir's next frantic call. She was about to commit suicide, but called again and got Nixon on the red phone's hot line. She pleaded again for help, and Nixon agreed to send aid immediately, everything Israel wanted. Why had he changed his policy now after his own Secretary of State had turned Israel down? Why would he disregard Congress's instruction to do nothing in foreign policy or he would be impeached? When he sat on the edge of the presidential bed and listened to Golda Meir's voice pleading with him, his old mother's voice then came to mind. He remembered his mother reading the Bible to him when he was a boy sitting on her knee, then stopping to tell him, "Richard, some day you will be in a position of great power and be able to help the Jews, and then you must do everything you can to save them!"

After his resignation, commenting on the single act that signed the death warrant for his presidency, Nixon said, "Then I knew why I had come to be president!"

Despite all it cost him, he obeyed his devout Quaker mother's long-ago instruction, helped the Jews, and they were, indeed, plucked right out of the closing jaws of the lion, and their enemies were all defeated, thanks to the massive airlifts of U.S. military equipment sent to the Israelis.

Syria, Jordan, and Egypt, who had already chanted tasted certain victory over the Jews, were soon tasting something very salty and bitter, something not sweet at all: their sudden, catastrophic defeat, as they ran from their tanks and armored cars, fleeing to their own countries, many of them barefooted and buck naked, leaving their fire-scorched uniforms behind in their haste to get away.

The despised, Watergated president had courageously helped the Jews, but sealed his own fate doing it--for an infuriated, double-crossed Congress moved to impeach him as quickly as a lumbering, gigantic bureaucracy like that could be made to move, and Nixon chose to resign rather than suffer the total disgrace of impeachment.

Then came, after a time, the review of Janet Reno's and M. Albright's crimes and imbecilic, politically correct but morally disastrous policies. A champion of compassion in big government, Reno administered a massacre of religious extremists in Waco, Texas, in which dozens of children and their mothers were burned to death in the cult's walled compound. The cult leader could have been picked up anytime as he routinely went jogging in the country lanes of the suburbs, but instead he and his whole following were besieged by the Treasury Department's hit squad, the ATF armored force, and in the standoff the inevitable happened, the compound buildings of the leader Koresh's cult center burst into fire and the whole cult was exterminated. With her hands dripping with the blood of innocent children, Reno retired with many honors and went home to live with herself, as no man would marry a mannish woman like her.

Though revealed during her time of office to be a British Jew, she could not have cared less for Israel's welfare as she acted for her President in forcing Israel to give up land to the terrorist leader, Yassir Arafat--officially, for the sake of peace between the Palestinians (a people who had never before existed as a nation and a nationality, recognized by other nations) and the Jews of Israel. She had no pity for the black African Christians being massacred and enslaved by the hundreds of thousands in southern Sudan by Sudan's Moslem government-back militias, saying when pressed on the issue, "No, I could never sell helping them to the American people."

Unlike Albright who had served her master cynically and amorally, winking at his depravities in the Oval Office that made even the secret servicemen present blush, C. Rice had been an unwitting idealist believing in man and society's perfectibility, serving reason and progressive human philosophy, not the word and will of God. The Jews, inevitably, had come to be regarded as the main problem with the world, the main impediment to world peace, and so they had to be sacrificed for the good of the world, lest the whole world come to grief over the festering, world-threatening schism between Jews and Arabs, Muslims and Judaism, in the Middle East. The solution the State Department settled upon had been their opinion for a long, long time, which was the very one the Muslims had demanded from the start--the total extermination of the Jews, with eradication of the state of Israel, and appropriation of the whole land and the capital Jerusalem by the Arabs and Muslims.

Yeshua's gavil sounded like a crack of thunder, ending the reading. He spoke for the first time to the assembly, directing his words first at the State Department heads and all connected with them.

"You all scorned my written Word, you ridiculed my Covenant and broke it, as if it were a trivial thing and of no account, though I signed it with My friend, Abraham, and reaffirmed it with his son Isaac, and his son Jacob. They are living still, and can testify."

Yeshua paused, and Abraham, Isaac, and Jacob, the Patriarchs of the Hebrew people of Israel, came forward and each spoke, telling about the Covenant forged with them. When they finished, Abraham beckoned to the State Department heads. "You naysayers! Do you have a word to challenge us with? What say you now?"

The State Department had nothing to say.

Yeshua then continued. "David spoke of my everlasting covenant, and I again reaffirmed it with him, setting the sun and moon as witnesses that it would never end. All this was in My Word, which you ignored and rejected. Because you scorned my Covenant, you really were mocking Me and My Deity and rule over you and the nations. You then committed many blunders, as I let you freely do, since You refused all counsel and wisdom from Me or my brethren and my shepherds of the flock of God living among you. You divided the glorious land, and gave it to strangers and the enemies of My People, the people of Abraham, Isaac, and Jacob!

You forced my People to divide and give up their land, which I gave to them forever as their possession! When you did these things, you made yourself blasphemers of My glory and my holy Covenants, persecutors of My Chosen People, and even joined the long line of their murderers and oppressors.

That being so,

how do you then plead?"

There was not much of a pause.

"Guilty, Your Honor!" the present (and last) Secretary of State replied, for he had no choice but to admit the truth, which was made absolutely plain to everyone present in the complete record of the recording angels.

The trial, as it proceeded, did not promise to end in America being declared a Sheep Nation, for it had clearly turned Goat years before the Battle of Armageddon and the collapse of the Anti-Christ's rule.

Would America's people be stripped of their nation, after such a promising start? Would they become a people without a country, stateless, ruled over by others?

It seemed to be not only possible, and not only probable, but inescapable. The people stood, all hope draining away from them, as they listened to the concluding portions of their case read out from the books.

But what would Americans be without America? Obviously, nothing! Without the nation, which was a dream in origin, there would be no American people. They were unlike any other previous nation, in that they had come into being as more an idea, more a glorious, burning dream of brotherhood and equality, more a vision of refuge and liberty for the oppressed, more an aspiration and yearning for happiness and opportunity in the heart of man, than anything concrete and real--since the whole world was not like that in the least way. Denying that great original dream, denying the unique heritage of the people of God who founded the nation, denying the Word of God that provided America its templates for government and individual liberties, its presidents, judiciary, and legislators turned violent barbarians and vandals and senselessly destroyed the foundation of their own house and pulled its walls and roof down on their very heads and the heads of their wives and children.

That is the way of fools in their folly--self-destruction, despite every possible warning given them to cease their foolishness and choose life and wisdom.

Yeshua wept for America as he declared his judgment. "You began very well with your righteous Founders who revered and respected my laws (even writing them into their government charters), but you turned off the path of life and liberty my prophets and preachers made known to you since the start of your new nation. You were my fond and righteous sheep for several generations, but after they passed, you forgot Me and my laws and your Founders' faith and made yourself a stinking goat of iniquity. You defamed Me and My Name. You chose the false gods of Islam and Buddhism and other pagan, idolatrous religions, and let their priests pray in your chief seats of government, while forbidding my ministers to even speak My name Yeshua, which is above all other names, in those same places. You cursed my people, Israel, so you are cursed, just as My Word was written. I would have blessed you richly as before, when you gave aid to Israel and helped save her when her enemies attacked her viciously again and again without cause. Did I not bless you richly--making you the richest nation on earth? But you turned proud and hard of heart and changed treacherously toward Me and you then changed treacherously toward Israel, and ended up rejecting us both. For all these wrongs and crimes and injustices, America must go and join the nations that inhabit the halls of infamy. Depart from Me, America!"

With the decision of the Desire of All Nations now rendered and duly recorded by the angels in the book, there was nothing left but to obey the court order, and leave.

The Americans, their coxcombs of pride and assurance and power utterly crushed, filed out by the millions to the shield of the angel that had conveyed them to the Bema, and they were returned to North America, but not to their former places or ranks, as the nation had ceased to exist. Like the pasture grass, they had been mown down--even scythed below the roots, so that they would never grow again as one people and one nation that had once been proud to claim itself a nation under God, with justice and liberty for all.

Despite their many sins, all these Ethan Allens of lost America were favored as individuals in that they were not already judged wicked, incurably so--such as pornographers, perverts, corrupt rulers, murderers, politicians, violent seditionists and rebels of all kinds, abusers of children and women, thieves, immoralists, blaspheming theologians and God-hated atheists, social parasites refusing to work, self-indulging sensualists, addicts--too hardened in heart to repent and change for the better. Choice damned them, as those who were still undecideds were each allotted a hundred years of life to make up their minds.

These self-damned by their own damn choice were gathered up by the millions in the night by the reaping angels, frozen instantly into immense ice blocks they could not escape in transit, then transported and hurled into the lake of fire.

One consignment, typically, had been plucked out of a brothel in full swing.

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Bridges of Destiny


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Argo, Ships of the Line


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