Sanctuary Planet Book One

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For His own reasons, Elohim Most High classified a sister planet of earth, in a fara-way galaxy, as a Restricted Sanctuary Planet. Invisible portals there contained wormhole passages to planet earth. The planet, though designated as PXE-749559, was called, by its inhabitants, Corstevah, and was a super-continent that was an Edenic paradise that rivaled the original creation of planet earth. Nombre and Scholar Ben were given spiritual gifts and access to advance technology artifacts to rescue stranded humans, brought to Planet PXE-749559, during the in-frequent wormhole storms, and place them in villages where they could live safely. They were also given the task of finding, amongst those stolen from earth by the wormhole storms, men and women who had the potential to be trained as Knights of Corstevah. Book One is the first tale in the ongoing story of their adventures.

Forward and part of first chapter:

Foreword:

For His own reasons, Elohim Most High classified a sister planet of earth, in a faraway galaxy, as a Restricted Sanctuary Planet. Invisible portals there contained wormhole passages to planet earth, although most portals were demarcated by rings of tall pointed stone obelisks. The planet, though designated as PXE749559, was called, by its inhabitants, Corstevah, and was a super-continent that was an Edenic paradise that rivaled the original creation of planet earth.

Originally two sentient races resided on Corstevah. One race, the Draconians, were shiny skinned reptilian beings of great physical prowess and magnificent intellect. Stealing some technology from the Paxi and developing sciences of their own, they created shuttles that could travel under the seas, into space and across time. They also experimented with genetic manipulation and created hybrid species of slaves and super-soldiers. The Draconians became aggressive and warlike.

The other race was known as the Greater Paxi. Tall and thin, physically they were very human looking, although not outwardly, exactly the same. The Greater Paxi were very peaceful, compassionate beings with almost photographic memories and a knack for creating both simple and advanced technological tools and machines that were beneficial to the sentient species on their planet. The Lesser Paxi were just shorter, plumper, less intellectual versions of their taller cousins.

Both the Draconians and Paxi knew, and many served, the Great Elohim. The Paxi honored their covenant with Him far longer, than the Draconians, but while not seeking evil in the ways of the Draconians, not only did they forget their covenant, with Elohim Most High, but allied with an entity, of dark prideful evil, called The Great Architect of Light.

The rebellion which had spanned galaxies was at last quashed, but the planet Corstevah had been nearly destroyed. Both the Draconians and the Paxi, the few that survived the nuclear winter that smothered the planet PXE749559, following the great cataclysm, reemerged as beasts bereft of sentience.

The Wormhole portals that allowed teleportation between cities and their sister planet, earth, were mostly destroyed during the catastrophe. Scattered across the continent were just less than one hundred portals that had not been destroyed during the disaster. They remained quiet for a millennium and then began to slowly waken.

Solar flares and magnetic fluctuations in the planet’s energy grid caused them to partially reactivate. The abilities of the portals to allow travel between teleport ring locations on Corstevah via those remaining platforms never regenerated. However, if a solar flare or magnetic anomaly quickened a portal, it caused an energy storm that pulled matter through earth into the thirty-yard sandy circles of the stone rings.

Two archons of Elohim Most High, ones that had proven faithful during the rebellion of the dark prideful entity of evil called The Great Architect of Light, who had not only performed their Watcher responsibilities fairly, without consorting with females, or allowing themselves to be worshiped, were charged with watching over the new humans from earth. They selected two men from earth to help them with that task.

Nombre De Dios was an ex-Templar and mercenary, who had discovered the dark secrets of that organization and disavowed them. Chased from country to country across Western Europe by assassins, he was at last given the opportunity to serve Jesu Christo, on Planet PXE749559 as a Knight Warden of Corstevah.

Benachmanides Bacharach was a young prodigy, hired by the Vatican to serve as a caretaker in its Secret Relics Library. Exploring the books and artifacts too deeply, by going into the under-city catacombs, where he had not been authorized, Ben, when discovered, was sentenced to execution. Given the opportunity by the archons of Corstevah to relocate to Planet PXE749559, and assist Nombre de Dios, Scholar Ben accepted his new commission and was removed from his prison cell.

Nombre and Scholar Ben were given spiritual gifts and access to advance technology artifacts to rescue stranded humans, brought to Planet PXE749559, during the infrequent wormhole storms, and place them in villages where they could live safely. They were also given the task of finding, amongst those stolen from earth in the wormhole storms, men and women who had the potential to be trained as Knights of Corstevah. Several First Nations men and women, from the Nahanni Valley, Canada, and a Canadian Royal Mounted Policeman, were the first to join them in their epic adventure.

Book One is the first tale in the ongoing story of their adventures.

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!

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.

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 supercontinent 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 smoky 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 chainmail 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 Ambassadorial 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 Tyrel 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 manservants. 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 northlands 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, already dispensed to Benachminides, in the past- 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.

“Unfortunately, there are two ways the enemy has gained a foothold. Firstly, the ancient Draconian scientists mixed fallen angel DNA in some of their slave and super soldier experiments.

“When those experiments died their evil spirits did not. Their descendants, although their shades are lesser dark elohim, they have each added that taint.

Secondly, the humans who have arrived via the circle portals, often carried unclean spirits with them, as well, although when they die, they do not leave behind an evil spirit. Yet, those entities they were hosting travel far and wide seeking a new host craving vicarious entertainment and a new soul to torment.

“But I digress. Back to your new spiritual gift, Padre. 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 now be done for you.

“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 compound. 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 Nachash, are still extant, 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 are 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, as well as other relevant factors and germane 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, during the twelfth century, had been banished, then hounded by Templar assassins. De Dios had feared that he would be executed by those 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 descendent 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.