“This doesn’t sound good, Aniel.”
“Rai, the stupid naïve idiot left the keys in the pilot’s chamber long enough for someone to duplicate them. It was Kiena who gave her back the originals before Pegasus could figure out what happened.”
“Oh, no no no, Aniel. Please tell me she flew the Lanonandek transport to Valkyrie headquarters.”
Aniel shook his head no. “Metcalf saw it himself. It was Kiena who gave Peg a ride to Outpost Okinawa. She caught a ship to Oceania from there.”
“Perfect. So the Nazz have another one of our transports — courtesy of Pigeon Pasiel Pegasus, my very own goddaughter.”
Aniel’s face fell. “Rai, you really aren’t getting this one. This particular Lanonandek transport is hot, a prototype right out of Salvington’s labs. Pegasus spent years testing it in the higher realms. It’s designed to go all the way to the Thicypher Spheres. Of course the Nazz have already stripped it, blueprinted every detail of the thing, copied it down to the last little smudge on the paint and are right now cranking out dozens, while gearing up to crank out thousands. My sources say they’re making copies so perfect that when they launch a surprise attack, our own Melchizedeks won’t be able to tell the difference.”
Aniel continued. “So I’ve got Peg locked up in the brig. I’ve already sent a secure message to Mac. Haven’t heard anything yet. David has requested another transport. Irrespective of how good the Nazz think they are, he doesn’t trust them to put the thing back together right. None of us have any idea when Smigyl and Indra and Eden’s new Planetary Princess will conclude business. As far as I’m concerned, not soon enough.”
“Well, good. Serves her right,” Raphael said angrily. “If Pasiel had even the slightest chunk of brain in her stupid skull, she would have run away screaming the second Kiena set eyes on her. And you know what? While I’m here, I’m going to pay her a visit and blister her ass good and hard so she’ll have something to remind her the next time she thinks being Kuko Kiena’s fuck-buddy is a good idea.
“Did you say Smigyl is still here?”
Aniel nodded yes.
“What’s taking him so long?”
“Long story. They have only just finished installing Eden’s new Planetary Princess. Then, for some imbecilic reason, Ziminiz decided the inauguration was the perfect opportunity to launch a sneak attack from within Elysium. Now the Nazz are crucifying them. That was the Planetary Princess’ first good deed in her new post.”
“What do you mean? Princess? Her? Rahu is just a little muff as far as I’m concerned, but still he’s…”
Aniel slowly shook his head.
“Aniel. Magdalene told me by the time I arrived on Eden, Rahu would be sworn in as Ishmael, Eden’s Planetary Prince, and Smigyl would be on his way to Salvington. They didn’t say to check into anything. They didn’t tell me to ask anyone first. They just said show up and plant the packages.”
“Rai, my Intel says that a little over a year ago, Smigyl got pissed and renounced Rahu.”
Raphael’s jaw dropped as Aniel recounted Smigyl’s banquet, Rahu offending Kuko, Patanjali trying to rape Kuko, and how all of it eventually led to Smigyl offering her the job.
“And so now, Kuko Kiena is Eden’s Planetary Princess?”
Aniel nodded. “That’s not all. Smigyl made every Overlord house swear allegiance to her. A million representatives from each Overlord family were there. He worshiped her with a puja elevating her to an equal. He now calls her ‘sister’. He gave her a new name, too — Lilith. As far as the Overlord power structure is concerned, planet Eden belongs to Lilith.”
Aniel paused. “Come to think of it. Maybe she could give Peg a job.”
Raphael jumped to her feet, her mouth still gaped open. “Oh, no no no. Aniel, please tell me this is just one of your very sick little jokes.”
“No joke, Rai.”
Raphael glanced around, as if searching for a path to escape.
“Rai, what is it?” He had never seen the powerful Raphael like this.
“You know what. This isn’t even funny. You tell me right now Rahu is Ishmael, the Planetary Prince of Eden.”
He slowly shook his head as he stood and stared at her. “Rai, I got the same story from a dozen of my best sources.”
She took a step toward him and spoke in a low, almost shaking voice. “Aniel. This thing I just delivered for Magdalene… It’s wired to respond to Ishmael calling the shots on Eden. The entire Nakshatric programming is designed around Ishmael. Not Kuko Kiena. Not fucking Lilith.”
She tugged on her hair nervously. And just like every other Silver Storm who heard the name ‘Lilith’, an unpleasant chill ran up her spine. “Do you have any idea what Eden — no forget Eden — Nebadon will look like when Uncle Karl wakes up and it’s Lilith rather than Ishmael?”
“Uncle Karl?”
“Yeah, well, that’s just the stupid little name they gave this time bomb.”
“Whoooaaaa, right there Rai. You didn’t say anything about a bomb.”
“Well, I just did.”
“And you say this is something Magdalene herself sent in? Exactly how big of a bomb are we talking here?” She only glanced at him with her intense, yellow eyes.
“Rai? Is this a planet slayer? Do we need to call a general evacuation? ‘Cause if we do, I need to get started right now.”
“Oh, that’s funny,” she said with a sarcastic smile. “And where exactly do you suppose we should evacuate to?”
“Well, there are lots of places we can regroup. We could all be out of the Eden Theatre way before Uncle Karl reaches maturity.”
She held up her hands for him to stop. “You really don’t get it. Remember what I just said about big brother and little sister? This isn’t just some trivial, little planet slayer we’re talking about here. I may have just sent a Michael Son into motion. I know all about who you are and how you fit into this family. I’ve seen these things too, you know. While on Havona, El Elyon opened my eyes and showed me the council of the 700,000 Thrones. Aniel, he showed me what they look like to Him.”
“Big?”
“Yeah, but not really the right term. The point is, if, for whatever bizarre freaking reason, Magdalene’s big brother, Ayasia is really right now sleeping in a womb here on Eden, wakes up, sees Lilith rather than Ishmael, and therefore the Nakshatras open his Personality in the wrong sequence…” She touched her fingers together at her lips, and then puffed them apart.
“Poof,” she said in a whisper. “And not just Eden, Satania, or Shangri-La. This might be poof for all of Nebadon. Aniel, who better than you knows this? These creatures create galaxies. They create galaxies the same way a child doodles in the sand.”
“Oh, I see now,” Aniel said calmly as he walked over and picked up two apples from his watertight bag. He tossed one to Raphael.
“Oh, you see now, do you?”
“Come on, Rai.” He reached over, grabbed her hand, and pulled her to sit with him. “You know what code we live by. ‘When death stands beside you, a death you have no power to resist, then just relax, take death lightly by the hand and go for a walk to someplace nice.’ So if death has now come to Nebadon and to all of us in it…”
“Okay, you’re right. But you left out the part about death being directed to you and no other.”
“Can’t do nothing ‘bout that neither.”
“Still,” she reflected, “if a few hundred thousand galaxies are about to evaporate, we might as well evaporate with them and let El Elyon sort us all out together. But, in the meantime, and I personally think this might be a pretty good idea, let’s see if we can keep track of Uncle Karl. Maybe we can keep a tight leash on him. If we see something going critical, we can get Sipheria to come pick him up, and carry him to a place where there’s a whole lot of open space far far away from here. Then The Thrones can amuse themselves by watching their big brother’s warped Personality make a few thousand more warped galaxies. Maybe that can be their next little game �
�� intentionally seeing who can create the most messed up galaxy.”
She squeezed his hand tightly and looked into his eyes. “But for now, just you and me and very few others need to know about this. Right?”
Aniel nodded.
“Okay, fine,” Raphael said, taking a bite out of her apple, her brain kicking into gear. “There’s no way we can get away with any type of surveillance operation this big without Ithuriel. This has to be SAS only. We’ll need the best intelligence mind we can get.”
“Josie.”
Raphael snapped her fingers in agreement. “Of course, Josie. I’m sure I can talk Kahmael into letting me borrow her for awhile. Her being on Edentia isn’t going to help if this thing actually blows.”
“Josie isn’t on Edentia. As far as I know, Ithuriel is still on Urantia cleaning up the mess Rahu, Chismael, and Patanjali left behind.”
“Really? Then who’s the local commander?”
“Bird Colonel Josephine P. Doulmahel. Edentia’s top SAS intelligence officer is now Eden’s theatre commander.”
“Fine. I don’t know her but…”
She stopped and looked at Aniel. “Josephine? My Josie was promoted to full bird and is now theatre commander?”
He nodded. Raphael expected a pleased smile from the old Melchizedek. Instead, the slight change in his face said something quite different.
“Aniel?”
“She’s fine. She wasn’t injured. Just shaken up a bit.”
“Fine? Where?”
“A few hours ago, I took her and Michelle to see what’s happening on Elysium, so she’ll probably be up all night in her office. She’s already mobilized our forces, in response to…”
He quickly shut his mouth. He looked worried again.
“Spill it, Aniel.”
“Rai, I honestly can’t imagine how this happened.” Rai glared at him. He continued. “Somehow Mayhew and Salecia showed up at her home office to deliver a note from…”
“Hold,” she said, sticking her hand up. “Just what the fuck do you mean General Castor Mayhew and Colonel Salecia Oisin ‘showed up’ at Josie’s home office?”
He began telling Raphael what happened.
“They were up in Josie’s bedroom? On a diplomatic mission? Salecia and Castor Mayhew were in Josephine’s bedroom?” Raphael was boiling. “With how many others?”
“Just those three. My team arrived just moments later. Right after that, Michelle appeared and took them down. Right after that, Michelle started slaying everyone who screwed up Josie’s security.”
“Well. Great then. Good job takin’ ‘em out. Just so she’s safe. We can figure out what all this is about later. So. Finally, Josie and I get to work together. I’ll like that. Been wanting to do that ever since she moved to Nebadon. Won’t it be a fine little family reunion for me to be with her when Uncle Karl wakes up and Nebadon is incinerated?” She smiled. “I’ll offer my services to her tomorrow, and you and I can still work…
“Aniel? Now what?”
His twisted mouth was a combination of worry and amusement. “Whoops.”
“Whoops? What does that mean? If something else is wrong, don’t you dare make me wait till tomorrow.”
He put his right hand across his mouth and looked across the stars. “Rai, I don’t know where to start with this one,” he mumbled. “But there’s this guy, and there was a misunderstanding…and…and…”
“There’s this guy? And there was a misunderstanding?”
“Yeah, well. Josie was having an affair with him. He’s the lieutenant at the logistics office, and…”
“Sex doesn’t trouble me Aniel. You know that.”
“Well, she started getting serious and…”
“And he dumped her? Gee, never seen that happen before.”
“Well, it turns out he actually didn’t know who she was and…”
“Didn’t know who she was? Just what exactly does that mean?”
“You know, everyone just assumed. David and the rest of us are trying to keep it quiet. I mean, every Oceania resident should know who the theatre commander is, right?”
“Stop,” she said, jumping to her feet. “You mean to tell me that Josephine, my own naïve little Josie, had already started having an affair with a lieutenant at the logistics office before she told him who she was? Is that it?”
“Not quite. They started having the affair about twenty years ago. It lasted about ten months. In Lunar2 time, of course. Which for him, I think, was a record. Then, a month, six days,” Aniel looked at his watch, “two hours ago, he figured out who she really was.”
“Are you kidding me?”
Aniel just shook his head.
“And on top of that, General David Pesagniya, my own, straight-laced, always-by-the-book, dear old dad didn’t court-martial her on the spot? He’s trying to cover it up?”
“Well, me and her other friends, too.” Aniel shrugged, sheepishly grinning.
“And you somehow think this is funny?” Raphael asked, heat radiating out the top of her crown.
“No, not that part. The part that’s a little funny is the nickname the Angels gave him.”
“Oh, please. I can hardly wait.”
“Dr. Yummy.” Aniel couldn’t stop himself from laughing out loud.
“Yeah, pretty freaking funny,” Raphael snapped.
“He’s real popular, Rai. Knows lots of cute Angels. He can probably even set you up with a date.”
Raphael looked at him with red, death-filled eyes.
“So, let me see if I got it right,” Raphael fumed, counting on her fingers. “Haiguns screws up. Beliar invades Northern Venom. Pegasus hands over an experimental Lanonandek transport to her lover, Kuko — one that can deliver the Nazz to Havona’s doorsteps. Smigyl gets pissed at Rahu and Patanjali, and now Kuko Kiena is Eden’s Planetary Princess. Because of that, we might have a Michael Son about to wake up and wipe out all of Nebadon. It somehow escapes Josie’s pretty little mind it’s her responsibility to inform all subordinates of the chain of command. She starts shtupping a lieutenant from the logistics office, someone who’s not bright enough to know who his commanding officer is. Some stellar dude the Angels call Dr. Yummy. So in the middle of this crisis, she’s gonna get busted. Is that…”
Aniel raised his hand like an obedient schoolboy.
“Don’t forget the parts about Mayhew and Salecia, and Ziminiz’s scheme to take over Elysium. Tomorrow I’ll give you the details on current Nazz dispositions to take out all the Satanists.”
“Oh, can’t wait.” She stared at her old friend for a moment. “Anything else? Aniel? Or does that about cover it?”
Aniel nodded, crunching on his apple with a smile. “Yep Rai. You got it. Welcome to Eden.”
Raphael’s eyes were blazing as she angrily kicked dirt into the fire.
“You know what? There isn’t going to be anything left to court-martial. When I get my hands on that stupid little daughter of mine, I’m going to skin her alive.
To Be Continued…
Preview of Book 2 of The Michael Archives
Zohar
Colonel Josephine Doulmahel may have been disgraced by an affair with a naïve subordinate, but that does not mean she has stepped away from the fight. Her years as Eden’s Theatre commander were just what she needed to finally figure out which Overlord disgusted her the most. And the filth that rose to the top of her hit list was a monster by the name of Zohar.
With the arrival of Havona’s Assassin, the Archangel Raphael, Josephine now has the perfect weapon to end Zohar’s rape of Angels. It was just a matter of Josephine leading Raphael to the right place, at the right time, without Josephine herself becoming another victim of Zohar’s rampage.
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The Michael Archives are a series of stories dictated to me through El Elyon, God the Father. Like many other seekers of Truth, the scriptures, histories, and mythologies of our ancestors left me quite confused.
When I found my Guru, I thought I had finally discovered the path to that ultimate Truth. However, after decades of being a devoted teacher and practitioner of his Deep Meditation technique, I came to realize there were gaps in his mythology, too.
Then two things happened simultaneously. First, I discovered THE URANTIA BOOK, a book I highly recommend. Many of the terms I use, such as Thought Adjuster, Mansion Worlds, and the names of the Angelic hierarchy came from THE URANTIA BOOK.
Secondly, Father God began to speak to me. The results of these conversations are the stories and philosophy of THE MICHAEL ARCHIVES.
I invite you to visit my website at www.michaelarchives.com. The website contains my Weltanschauung, a German term meaning philosophy, or worldview. On my site under Weltanschauung, you will find a group of articles explaining my philosophy, dictated to me by various Personalities, such as Lady Sipheria, the Archangel Raphael, and of course, El Elyon.
My hope is that these articles provide you with an intellectual model that integrates the scriptures, histories, and myths of our ancestors, puts it all into perspective, and allows you to make more sense out of your life, your purpose, and our existence. My Weltanschauung is also the intellectual basis for the tales of LILITH, ZOHAR, and all other future stories of THE MICHAEL ARCHIVES.
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