This novel will be a Christian fantasy, but one that will not be “preachie,” and written in a way that may be an evangelical tool for reaching RPG players and LARPA followers, both the actors and their fans.

As my friend Dale said, after reading the first chapter and synopsis, (paraphrased) it is a complicated story, so far, and very complex, with layers of knowledge woven in, that will be above the head of many readers, but they will be drawn into the story, and the vocabulary and concepts will begin to make sense, and they will fall in love with the tale.

Planet PXE749559 is based on several dreams that I have had over the years, which I have written for my personal library or may be found in my short story editions, such as Adventurer’s Horn, that has the fantasy story, “Revenge of the Gamemaster.”

As the reader will see from the dedication, the back story of the novel has the “Missing 4-1-1” conjectures weaved into the mix, but also has elements of black operations conspiracy theory, ancient advanced technology speculations, Pre-Flood Environmental concept and a fantasy role playing element, as well as the Divine Council Theory  as found in  Psalm 82 and other verses.

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DEDICATION

Planet PXE749559: BOOK ONE

is dedicated to my late cousin Rodney Brandstatter.

July 25, 1950 – September 1, 2017

Rodney Allen Brandstatter, 67, passed away in Smithfield, UT, on Sept. 1, 2017, while hiking in the Dry Canyon area of Uinta-Wasatch-Cache National Forest, Utah.

My thanks also to Cache County Sheriff’s Search and Rescue who assisted in the search for Rodney.  This book is also dedicated to numerous other Search and Rescue professionals, who have done the same for other “Missing 4-1-1” victims, as chronicled by detective and researcher David Paulides.

I am also mindful of the many families across the United States who have experienced “Missing  4-1-1” tragedies. In some cases the loved ones are found, and there is at least a sense of closure, but in many cases the bodies of the victims are never found, and the trail vanishes even for the keen perceptions of professional search and rescue canines and elite Native American trackers.

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Chapter 1:

WILL OF THE DIVINE COUNCIL

 

PSALM 82 God has taken his place in the divine council;
in the midst of the gods he holds judgment:
² “How long will you judge unjustly
and show partiality to the wicked? Selah
³ Give justice to the weak and the fatherless;
maintain the right of the afflicted and the destitute.
⁴ Rescue the weak and the needy;
deliver them from the hand of the wicked.”

⁵ They have neither knowledge nor understanding,
they walk about in darkness;
all the foundations of the earth are shaken.

⁶ I said, “You are gods,
sons of the Most High, all of you;
⁷ nevertheless, like men you shall die,
and fall like any prince.”

⁸ Arise, O God, judge the earth;
for you shall inherit all the nations!

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Prologue

“That concludes today’s meeting of the Divine Council, my beloved bene-elohim,” declared Elohim Most High.  He paused, then added, “However, I wish to converse privately with Ambassadors Jazzaziel and Jeddiduqah.  Please attend me in my Walled Garden.  Problems from our beloved Earth are about to spill over into my Restricted Sanctuary Planet, PXE749559, which I will allow for My own purposes. Since you share responsibility for that planet, at My command, I wish to discuss the issue with you.”

 The Great Elohim vanished from the misty white halls of the grand council chambers and appeared inside His private Walled Garden of the ancient Edenic paradise. Momentarily Jazz and Jedd appeared as well.

 

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After leaving and appearing back on Planet PXE749559, Archons Jazz and Jedd, appeared in the common room that shared an inter-dimensional space between their respective castles.  However, during their brief flash between the Walled Garden of Elohim Most High, they had traded their radiant white ambassadorial gowns and scintillating wing-cloaks, a stiff backed shoulder frame with a double hung cape below and wide and broad pinafore collar, above, for their favorite personal attire.

Planet PXE749559 contained a super-continent called Corstevah.  Jazz Castle was in the northern Iron mountains, while Jedd’s castle lay upon an island inside a lake at the southern tip of Western Corstevah.

Eastern Corstevah was a great valley, boasting a vast flat Serengeti of volcanic-soil grasslands, that ended with a plateau that dropped magnificently into an azure blue inland sea. A few mixed forests and pockets of tiny isolated highlands dotted the otherwise open plains. The perimeter of Eastern Corstevah was surrounded, on all sides. by a ring of extremely tall, impassible mountains called The Spines of the World that separated it from Western Corstevah and the Great Outer Sea.

The oval room, of the inter-dimensional space, that conjoined Jazz’ and Jedd’s Castles, was about twenty feet in circumference. The architecture of the room was a smooth misty white that resembled the ambiance of the Divine Council Chambers.

The only furniture in the austere room were two high-backed finely carved wooden chairs, one with a lavender velvet cushion and the other, emerald green.  Beside each chair was a small, but elegantly carved table, topped with polished finely speckled granite that matched the cushion color of each chair, but with tiny flecks and streaks of gold, black, silver, red, indigo, purple, white and yellow. On top of each table was an elegantly fluted crystal bell, the finger clasp of each, a sparkling flat diamond, whose smokey faceted hues were identical to that of the cushion of its matching throne-like chair.

Both chairs had been designed to comfortably fit two broad shouldered beings of superb physical condition that stood scant millimeters above seven feet.  Two sturdy faux wooden doors were located on the wall directly behind each chair. Meter wide squares that matched the cushion color of each chair were positioned, like throw rugs in front of each door. Each faux door contained a convex domed glass window, with a view of a castle.  Jedd Castle was located on a tiny island called Emerald Isle. Jazz Castle was ensconced in a hanging valley of the North Western Iron Mountains.

Jazz and Jedd had just taken their chairs, prepared to discuss their private meeting with The Most High Elohim.

Archon Jazzaziel laced his long fingers over his knuckles, pointer fingers upright and thumbs crossed, his elbows resting on the smooth arms of his chair.   Following a slow measured intake of breath, Jazz peered at Jedd and commented, “This is …an unexpected revelation.  I did not see this scenario on the horizon at all, Brother.”

Jedd cocked his head, causing his long, wavy brown hair, to flip gently. He raised an eyebrow quizzically, his emerald green eyes glinting and smiled, “Dear Brother, we are not omniscient.  Wise, yes, mostly.  We are only small e elohim.  Truly, only the Most High Elohim knows all and sees all.”

Jazz shrugged, then mumbled, “That is true; His Majesty be praised.”

Archon Jazzaziel, although he looked in bodily profile, like a twin of Jedd, that was where the similarity ended. Their comparison was more akin to fraternal twins, but their analogies were strikingly obvious.

Jazz was not clean shaven, he had a curly, darkly golden van dyke and long straight yellow gold hair that swept back like a lion’s mane.  His skin tone was very tanned, but light.

Jedd’s complexion was slightly darker, so he resembled a gypsy, yet one dressed more like a 19^th century nobleman.

Whereas Jedd’s eyes were brilliant scintillating emeralds, Jazz had eyes of electric lavender.  Both possessed high foreheads, perfect complexions, high cheekbones, strong narrow chins and appeared as if they could have graced the covers of Gentleman’s Quarterly Magazine without the assistance of a cosmetics and grooming crew.

Both by personality were calm, dignified, and compassionate, yet Jedd possessed the greater penchant for humorous or sardonic remarks.

Jazz had once commented to Jedd, “I am disinclined to gad about caparisoned as a peacock.” To which Jedd promptly quipped with a droll smirk, “at least I know the difference between fashion sense, Brother, and horse-barding!”

Jedd had lost count of the times he had rolled his eyes as Jazz would come striding heroically onto the scene. During such times, Archon Jazzaziel, was reminiscent of the slow-motion sequences of heroic sci-fi characters, in a few B movies. The avant-garde archon often appeared, dramatically shedding his invisibility mode, sporting a light mithril chain-mail vest, commonly worn over a bright pastel sleeveless pullover, and a mid-calf length, leather jacket and knee-high, metal buckled and studded, buccaneer’s boots.

Jedd replied, “Yes, Brother, this new revelation is indeed a riddle, wrapped in a mystery, inside an enigma.”

Jazz sighed, “I shall hate to lose my man-servant.  While my gift castle renews its structure daily, as does yours, and has existed since the beginning of the first age, I shall miss Nombre de Dios greatly. It does not seem as if seven hundred years have passed since the most High Elohim sent him to reside in my castle. He prayed as well as he sparred, so he was a blessed man, indeed.”

“I shall miss my man servant as well,” agreed Jedd. “He was not a trained knight, like Padre Nombre.  Benachmanides Bacharach, that delightful polyglot practically slept in the library, until I began sending him off on missions to explore Western Corstevah.

“You must admit Brother, we received them both the same day and Elohim Most High had been very serious then, when He told us that their assignments were only temporary. One day they would be needed for special work prior to the end of Corstevah’s second age.”

Jazz sighed, “Still seven hundred years is a long time. Maybe I became lost in the rolling of the years.  Much of that time we-who-need-no-sleep still rested in suspended animation mode.”

“Even though we have an eternity,” replied Jedd, “it seemed as if Elohim most High was saying time is short, Jazz.  Enough reminiscing.  We should discuss our next tasks.”

“Tyrel and Stella,” asked Jazz, “or the four minor archons from earth who think they could do a better job than the first seventy watchers?”

“Tyrel and Stella,” answered Jedd.  “We don’t want to overwhelm them. I  think they are strong enough in Elohim’s service, not to start bowing down to us or becoming so afraid that we’ll end up bollixing the mission, but still I think it would be best if one of us stayed in invisible mode.  You’re better at the dramatic cryptic speeches, so why don’t you do the talking and I’ll stay invisible.”

Jazz groaned, “That is a matter of opinion, says I!” He added, “Jedd my Brother, when you desire to do so, you can be equally as dramatic and cryptic, and you know it.”

Jedd chuckled warmly, “Any way you slice it, dear Brother, I would prefer to ride shotgun on that task.”

“Fine, Brother, and concerning ‘The Four?’”

Jedd rolled his eyes, then exclaimed sarcastically, “The little spots of brilliance in their history speaks volumes!”  He added, “Not the least of which is their gender fluid behavior!  Yes, it is part of our job description to form disguises, but they enjoy that a wee bit too much.  Am I exaggerating when I say that they change genders weekly if not daily, and make Bacchanalian revelers look like probies! I admit, dear Brother, they have been confining that bit of sporting to themselves, rather than whoring after humans, like those chained in Tartarus, but still!!!”

“No, Brother,” offered Jazz, “I can’t claim that you are exaggerating. Well, maybe your statement is a bit excessive, Jeddiduqah, but if Elohim most High expressly requested us to tell them, that they have permission to do what they’ve been secretly contemplating, He had good reason. And keep in mind, Brother, that while ‘The Four’ are not entirely in The Accuser’s camp, they are at best fence riders, and really don’t seem to have Elohim Most High’s character in their hearts nor feel compelled to honor Him as they should, or behave as is proper. My best guess, is that the mystery of their choice, by divine decree, is directly equated with your concerns and my last statement!”

Jedd rolled his eyes and gestured with his hands, “I hear you, Brother! And yes, I agree, Elohim Most High would not have requested them without good reason, and it is His sovereign right not to explain.”

Jazz replied, “So, do you want me to ride shotgun on that task, or not?”

“No,” counseled Jedd, “I think we should both appear before them.  If they are feeling particularly brave or stupid, they might become combative.  Both of us appearing at once in their castle, just on the edge of the earth dimension, should suffice. And a Malak was dispatched before we left the Walled Garden; they should be expecting a short Ambassador’s visit yet today. One of us they might be able to tackle temporarily, although we would reform and reanimate, within hours, but against two of us – we can decimate an earthly army of two hundred thousand in less than an hour – ‘The Four,’ even together, are weak and wouldn’t stand a chance against the two of us!”

Jazz said, “Agreed. How about we bestow the new assignments to our man servants, I will appear with you remaining invisible, to Tyler and Stella, and then, following a brief interlude back here, we’ll go have a chat with ‘The Quad Squad.’”

Jedd grinned, “We have an accord!”

Both Cosmocratic Executive Assistants to Elohim the Most High, and ambassadors of the Restricted Sanctuary Planet PX749559, reached for their crystal bells and rang them briefly, but briskly. The two bells chimed in harmony filling the room with a fluid and beautiful melody, that was, pardon the pun, angelic in its simple, yet brilliant, composition, likened unto the world’s finest dulcimer hammer playing an abbreviated rendition of “The Minute Waltz” in less than fifteen seconds.

Following a loud mechanical hum, and flash of light, Nombre appeared behind Jazz and Scholar Ben, behind Jedd, on their respective portal squares, that lay within the shadow of the wooden faux doors.

Almost in unison, Nombre and Ben exclaimed, “You rang, sir?”

Both attendants stepped forth and watched expectantly the face of each master of castle.

Both archons smiled warmly, but it was Jazz who spoke first.

“We have just returned from a Divine Council Meeting; you have both been promoted!  Both of you have been released from your duties as our manservant’s.  You will each be provided an appropriate residence as you assume your new duties on Corstevah.

“If you remember, we shared with you both, the day you were brought to us, that one day Elohim Most High had a special mission for each of you.  Today you are released into that new mission. Your mentoring has come to its conclusion. It is the will of the Most High Elohim that you interact with us now as little as possible.”

Jedd cleared his throat, then declared, “We will dearly miss you both.

“Nombre, my hombre, you will receive a small chapel in the north-lands of Eastern Corstevah.  When you step onto your portal, rather than appearing in my brother’s castle, you will appear in your new home.  Also, you will need a portion of your youth restored in order to fulfill your mission.”

The hard-bony ridges that had formed over the centuries on Nombre’s moon-faced visage, softened. His ears and nose, that had slowly, over time, broadened and lengthened, signs of great age, substantially diminished, making him look less like a Neanderthal and more like a modern specimen of earthly origin.

“You, Nombre, Paladin and Cleric, will also be given a gift, which has already been bestowed on Ben, when I began sending him on quests centuries ago. From now on, if you are confronted by a beast of this world, you will be able to command it, in the Name of Elohim Most High, to cease and desist attacking you: it must obey. This is not a gift you should be using frequently, but only if the beast is too massive and tenacious or you are being overwhelmed in battle. Of course, Ben is not the professional fighter that you are, Nombre, so we have expected him to use that gift a little more frequently than you.

“Also, another gift, already dispensed to Benachminides, in the past, is the gift of Limited Translation. Neither of you will receive the full angelic gift to appear anywhere, even distant galaxies, as we possess.

“Note that since this planet is a Restricted Access Sanctuary Planet, even other archons and varieties of small e elohim, cannot appear here without clearance from the Most High Elohim.

“Just as The Scholar, can appear anywhere in Western Corstevah that he can see in a digital picture or remember in his mind, from his travels across the land, if he prays and asks to be taken there, it shall be done for you, now, as well.

“You now have this gift, Nombre; there will be three photos of landmarks and two paintings, that we have liberated from rare hidden subterranean caches of ancient technology, displaying sights of the land that still, miraculously, bear a close resemblance to modern Eastern Corstevah, that will help you.

“You will find them in the study of your chapel. All you will need to do Padre, is think of that picture, and pray, and you will be there. However, like Ben, you will need to walk the length and breadth of the land before this gift will begin to function fully. Remember, this rare gift will only work in your realm of responsibility.  Just as Ben’s gift only functions in Western Corstevah, yours, Nombre, will only operate within the confines of the ancient dead volcano known as Eastern Corstevah.  More so, since your homes are no longer the castles, you will not, as Ben has formerly been able to do, return to the castles via this gift. Your bequest-dwellings have now become the beacon linked to this prayer-ability from Elohim the Most High.

“We have also activated a set of the Ancient hand-held Draconian Visual Communicators, that you will find in your gift dwellings, that will allow you to communicate with each other. The Scholar will find its twin in the audio-visual room at the top of his library tower.

“While the race of Draconians native to this planet, that were once sentient beings, also called Nacash, their descendants have become beasts, as was the case, but only temporarily, for Nebuchadnezzar of Earth. While their humanoid status has been removed permanently, their sciences, although lost in the mists of antiquity, still exist, hidden away in dark places.

He added, “Ben, my old friend, I am truly sorry, but you will need to remain old in appearance, as a part of your mission. However, like the character Caleb in the Book of Joshua, from the Earth’s Bible, which you have read, you will remain powerful and vigorous until your final day of life. Like Caleb you will say, ‘as my strength was then, so my strength is now.’ From now on you are to be called “The Scholar,” and you will be giving quests, rather than receiving them. Your dwelling place will be in a library, much like the one in the castle, with many books and scrolls and a few ancient holo-stones that translate knowledge into any language.”

Jazz and Jedd arose fluidly from their thrones, stepped forward, to shake hands with Nombre and Ben. Each archonic mentor, passed a scroll, that had appeared mysteriously into their hands, to the Padre Nombre and Scholar Ben.

Jazz declared, “The details of your mission found on the interior of these scrolls — study them carefully — include the names of people who one day will be sent to you for mentoring, and other relevant factors and particulars. May the Most High bless you and keep you and may you prosper in your journeys.  Farewell, beloved of the one and only capital E Elohim!”

Jazz and Jedd disappeared without a trace.

Nombre and Benachminides, who had shared visits, occasionally, were both shocked and excited, and chatted like magpies.  Saying their good-byes, they promised to meet again as divine providence crossed their paths or as need provided, visit via the communicators.

Padre Nombre, a retired knight, who had wandered ancient Europe, Spain, the Holy Lands, Scotland, Ireland and Wales, had been banished. De Dios had feared that he would be executed by knightly assassins after he had discovered dark secrets behind the Templars, but he had been sheltered under the Hand of the Most High Elohim.

Scholar Ben, the descendant of a famous Jewish teacher, had also been excommunicated, from a posting in the secreted antiquities and reliquary library located inside the deeper chambers of the Vatican vaults.

Nombre and Ben gazed one last time at the misty white oval room, where they had been mentored in Elohim Most High’s service, by Jazz and Jedd, then shared their final goodbyes.  Both shuffled off eagerly to their teleport squares, sad to be using them for the last time, and emerged inside their new dwellings.

Jazz and Jedd had reappeared in a small rural village on Earth. Archon Jazzaziel arrived wearing his radiant ambassadorial robes, on the steps of a modest country house in rural Dallas, Wisconsin.  Jedd, was there as well, but invisible.

Jazz knocked upon the door, knowing that he would be just as invisible to anyone but Tyrel and Stella, as was Archon Jeddiduqah. The date was March 3^rd, 1943.

Stella opened the door, took one look at Jazz, the lines of her face smoothing temporarily. Her kind, rosy cheeked oval face, beamed, but only dimly as compared to the body and clothing of Archon Jazzaziel. Stella’s tender wrinkled hand raised, quivering more than was usual, to cover her lips, “Tyrel, we have a visitor!” Her voice, an octave higher than normal, forced Tyrel to awaken, just as his eyes had closed and the first rumble of a snore had escaped his hirsute Roman nose.

“Well don’t just stand there Lovie, invite them in, before they turn into ice statues, its almost 40 degrees below zero out there today!” exclaimed Tyrel, arising slowly, with a grunt from his recliner.

Tyrel was tall, possessing a pale hawk-face and broad dimpled chin, that had lost the rugged handsomeness of youth. His was a face, that now only regained a glimmer of its former personable features, when he smiled.  Only the sternest men and women had ever been able to resist smiling back, both in modernity and years back before youth had ebbed, and left his frame shrunken and atrophied.  Tyrel had never been broad shouldered and muscular, but had always been wiry, fleet of foot and flexible.  He had excelled at cross country running for his one room school.  Tyrel had also excelled at his studies but had decided to operate the family farm and marry his childhood sweetheart, who he’d met in a sawdust floored tent church.

Except for a small love handle belly that bulged out from his red and blue, MacAlister of Skye, plaid shirt, that peeked over the edge of his thin black leather belt, Tyrel was almost waspish in build.  He rumbled, upon standing too quickly to his feet, “Lord have mercy,” and almost fell. Jedd, retaining his invisibility, delicately, but swiftly zoomed like a Zephyr’s whisper, into the cozy old farmhouse, and propped the man upright.

Stella stepped aside, and swiftly closed the door, barring entry to the wintry winds, as Jazz entered the quaint, but cluttered, knick-knack covered house, filled with crosses and wall plaques painted with nature scenes and imprinted with various Bible verses.  Cinnamon laced scents of fresh apple pie, the sugared, and golden, braided pie crust, recently taken from the oven was so hot that it still bubbled. Stella’s pie had been removed from the baby-blue, Royal Windsor, wood-fired cook stove, and placed carefully on a crowing black rooster hot pad, that sat protectively atop the blue checkered tablecloth which deftly covered and skirted the kitchen table.  The certain to be scrumptious dessert, slowly cooled, waiting tantalizingly, for the night’s after-supper dessert.

Jazz, startled as he gazed apprehensively at the teetering Tyrel, exclaimed, “Do not be afraid, and do not fall at our feet, for we are merely servants of the Most High, just as you yourselves!”

“We know who you are, just give us a moment,” wheezed Tyrel.

“As you wish,” said Jazz gently.

Tyler finally said, “Obviously you must be here for a reason.  Why have you come?”

Jazz replied, “We have come from the Lord Most High, and He has given us revelation and shared some of His plans. Even though you are elderly saints, and you have even outlived your sons and daughters, all who died written in the Book of Life, He has plans for you. Though you have sold your farm across the road, and retired, over a decade ago, your work is not finished.   Even though the last member of the church that you faithfully attended for decades has sold its building, and the land has been cleared, your work in His service, is not over. The Most High has promised to strengthen you. Thus says the Lord, if you accept My call in this, though you are old you will live and not die.”

“Yes, we are old, but we are willing,” replied Tyrel, “if this is His will for us. What specifically is He asking?”

“He is asking you,” replied Jazz solemnly, “to trust Him and be relocated this very day, in the blink-of-an-eye, to a far-away place, where you will, from time to time, prepare meals and share with people who visit you, about your life and testimony.”

“Is it warm there?” asked Stella. She frowned as she peered out the kitchen window, at the oft invisible afternoon sun and the thick white frigid blankets of ever blowing and drifting snow, that covered her yard. “Will I have a nice kitchen?”

Tyler looked at his wife quizzically and shook his head.

“As a matter of fact,” smiled Jazz, his eyes fleetingly transformed from bright blue to electric lavender, “Stella, I gar-own-tee,” momentarily taking on a Cajun accent, “that it is seasonably warm, year round, has a beautiful lake, refreshed by a mountain stream, and flowers that will put even your, talk o’ the town, summer gardens, to shame.

“Additionally, friends of mine will move your kitchen and your upstairs bedroom, instantly, to your new home.  Are you, Tyrel and Stella willing to enjoy one last adventure, before the Most High calls you home?”

Tyrel and Stella looked at each other, mouths gaping in amazement.  Stella frowned, but then jumping jacked in place, clapped her hands, and asked, “Do you reckon we should do this Ty?”

Tyler sighed, “I don’t feel up to it, tell the truth, but you don’t say no to The Big Man.  I’m ready if you are, Lovie.” He coughed, then looked at Jazz, nodded, and replied, “Yes, we will go with you. Is there anything else?”

“Would you,” grinned Jazz, “like to hear a small section of what the Most High said just before he specifically asked for both of you by name?”

“That would be right dandy!” replied both Ty and Stella almost in unison.

Jazz struck a dramatic pose and heralded forth,

“Go to Earth! The war of the black suns and the dark entity of pride and music, who still wages war with me, for reason of jealousy, has fomented another world war.

Find my servants Tyler and Stella, on March third, 1943, who live in the backwoods of a town called Dallas, Wisconsin. They have been exemplary in my service, in the old land of the feathered serpent; despite that difficulty they persevered with honor.

Even though they have outlived their children and have waxed old like a garment, ask them if they will perform one last mission for me. One that will take them from the land that quoted, through a small g goddess in disguise, which towers above New York Harbor, ‘Give me your tired, your poor, Your huddled masses yearning to breathe free, The wretched refuse of your teeming shore.’

“Tell Tyler and Stella that I know their hearts; for My Salvation is His Name, brought them to me in their youth, and now that they are old, they have not departed from my ways.

“After you bring them hither, Jazzaziel and Jeddiduqah, I will transfer their souls and spirits into new minds and bodies -theirs, but new and improved – as strong and robust as that of my man of earth who named the animals, for joy of My creation.  And Stella, though it seems that she can never be the mother of the living, ever again, because she honored me more than the first mother, she will be blessed one day, with a family, once more.”

Both Tyler and Stella looked stunned.  Stella finely said, “I don’t know what to say.  Why don’t you have pie and coffee with us before you go?”

Jazz smiled warmly, “Beings such as myself may eat, but alas, duty calls and I must deny the joy my palate would receive at the blessing of sharing pie and coffee with you. You won’t see much of me, in the land of your new home, but a human friend of mine, named Scholar Ben, will visit you shortly.”

Jazz and Jedd appeared back in their ready room where they had debriefed concerning Elohim Most High’s private discussion.  Both were visible, yet still wearing their ambassadorial uniforms with the winged capes, as they did not possess wings. That was mere superstition – a product of pagan’s fables and tales that mistaken religious teachers loved to dispense as doctrine. They were not that class of archon, being neither seraphim or dark pagan elohim like the Shedu or Lamassu.

“Two down, one to go, Brother,” stated Jazz.

Jedd replied, “Who is going to remind them that archons of Elohim do not solicit worship and that they will be expected to give justice to the weak and the fatherless,   to maintain the right of the afflicted and the destitute, to rescue the weak and the needy,
and deliver them from the hand of the wicked, or they will lose many of their special abilities, including immortality and die like mere men!”

“I’ll do that;” offered Jazz, “You tell them that they are only going to be allowed this relocation, and permission to entice that European cult group, and their entourage,” he paused, sighed and continued,   “of elite intellectual wannabees, world renown doctors from many fields, if they succeed in getting that defrocked doctor of General and Holistic Medicine, who really is exceptionally brilliant in her field, Eliza Wallace, on board.”

When Jedd nodded his head in affirmation, Jazz added, “And don’t forget Brother, they are going to ask to be given the right to form a colonial breakaway civilization above the old Draconian underground base with its vault of ancient knowledge…Well,  that’s not going to happen! A solar flare will send them off course, and instead they will arrive in the ringed mountain prison, East Corstevah, which has now become Nombre de Dios’ bailiwick.

“That fine piece of real estate shall be given to others, and only Elohim Most High knows why. He says it is of penultimate import that the clan of the black suns and American Project Paperclip scientists, receive that bounty, although they will be stopped and judged severely, when their cup of iniquity is full!  We must be purposely vague on that point if the question arises.”

Jedd nodded again, winked and said, “Mum is the word, Brother.”

“Do we have an accord?” asked Jazz.

“Indeed, Archon Jazzaziel,” added Archon Jeddiduqah, a reflective, speculative glint shimmering in his emerald green eyes, “I am inclined to acquiesce to your request, dear Brother!”

“Let us, “Make it so!’” declared Jazz.  “And when we return, some suspended animation down-time. Events will begin to ramp up, and we must remain ready, yet we cannot let friends old and new become too dependent upon us or allow them to fixate on us in ways that are reserved only for Elohim Most High. We have much to do, but our modus operandi, at least with Nombre and Ben, and other human servants like Tyler and Stella, have changed back to normal. Once again, we must be vigilant watchers, ready to assist and intervene, but taking on again more of a behind the scenes role, ears open to prayer requests, but not commands, except from the Most High Elohim.”

“Yes, Brother Jazz, I wholeheartedly concur.” Jedd paused and continued, “That is one of the onuses of being good archons and a balance game hairier than a tight rope walk across Niagara Falls, Earth!”

Jedd continued, “Our Prime Directive is to faithfully honor and serve the Great Elohim in all things, while carefully walking the narrow path betwixt and between benign watch-care and our non-interference directive which prohibits meddlesome activities with the internal and natural development of a planet’s civilizations, whether those beings are – or are not – in good standing with our eternal Master, the one true capital G God.”