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#2- About Bible Notes from Rhapsodie

For this post INTO upcoming posts

These notes are being added here because plans are to read through my new chronological Bible’s  that I may get including the one mentioned previously. This is being done with the notes of my thinking being added, so that readers of my posts can see things if they want.

Please remember this is only based on how I think on these things; others have thoughts and feelings on scriptures and interpretations of what they read and that’s fine, for all of us we should take care because none of us is God. “Do not interpretations belong to God,” the words of Joseph to the cupbearer and the baker of the king of Egypt, before he was out of prison and made a great man in Egypt are reasons we shouldn’t preach about our interpretations unless those are facts. (Genesis 40:8)

My Reasoning

Rhapsodie, years ago

God’s Love Shown

My Reasoning is NOT God’s, while I talk to God and try to listen I know I’ve failed many times to do this as was as God had willed. It brings me to tears, but I hope others can learn that listening to God is more difficult as well as more easy than following the commands of people, including ourselves.

For example the words above were right out of the Bible, not my own. As well as the examples that people in the Bible lived at different times and were living in different circumstances which could shift how the reading impacts what we read and learn AND are examples of reasons for what I share.

My reading of the chronological Bibles is being done because it’s a new format that I think will assist me in understanding the time of statements and comments better. More information is shared about what I’m reading now in the 1st post of this series. This should mean I will also find these shares more pertinent if I also have some historical and understanding of the times and people being shared with.

Postings By Me Are Inconsistent

Please note that I am not a consistently regular poster, this means that infrequently there will be

  • the daily comments posted,
  • at other times I will a scheduling of multiples to share, while
  • most frequently there will be gaps in the shares.

For me with the Biblical postings, like any postings involve a lot of work. This is because every post involves time, energy, effort, and additional care and effort with the preparations because these are publicly shared announcements about me and who I am.

Problems with Consistently Sharing Posts

There are multiple problems to consistent shares, there are some options for avoiding these hassles, but you need to be consistent even if it’s only an infrequent consistency. For the Bible shares with daily reading of the Bible I’m anticipating that readers will also hope to get more frequent shares.

My Problems with Posting very Often

There is the situation that I’m just not on the internet OR even my computer as often as many others are. Plus, I try to post well, this means that sharing regularly adds work to the sharing. For in this case there are the initial work shares, followed by the upload shares, and the communication works beyond the sharing.

INITIAL WORKS TO SHARE

Because I want to share with many, taking the time for these efforts help the works to be useful as well as readable by others.

  • Starting in this work with me reading the Bible,
  • then use my reading to make notes if there is anything I think on commenting about.
  • Plus the extra work at times doing some research for adding additional ‘facts’.
  • Then there are the times I add info from research that takes time to add into the sharing.
  • Additionally there’s the jobs of
    • writing (a.),
      • it’s easier to do when you have something to say, but when you’re language skills are minimal there’s more work.
        • There’s still a lot of work, so readers are getting more than a lot of empty words.
    • editing the writing (a.), and
      • “This is 2/3rds of the work and time for writing,” A. Constantine.
    • image works (a.)

for online sharing, oops…I don’t have an example here yet, but here’s my work process…

      • Make your image,
        • which can be photos modified for sharing, drawings, sketches, computer graphics, and more before doing the posting work which includes another process action plan and work with doing that.
      • go into your image program,
        • yes you can take a photo with your camera and upload it, BUT you still should check the sharing based on the sizing of what it is, so work is needed…
        • (other programs differ, but I go into Word because I make large pixel images which means that my originals are HUUuuge.)
      • Shift the image option so that you can share it online with details BUT with less pixels than the original image which makes uploading, downloading, and sharing more of an option for more people.
        • (Your program shifts how this works, I use Microsoft Effects compression option.)
      • Save this for the users to know what it is about in a way that separates it from the original if you don’t want the original shrunk less usefully with future sharing,…(continues with more use info below).
      • At times I add this into the written information already made, but there are writing shifts that can mean this isn’t the best at all times.
        • If I load the image(s) into the offline writing, then later I’ll still need to follow the online processes below. BUT the prefit locations will display as image spaces with nothing added in some cases with the uploads copied and pasted.

INTO BEING SHARED WORKS

Nothing is done really fast even if it’s found & read in a few minutes, in fact even if the info is prewritten then copied onto the sharing site additional share modifications may be necessary for readers to appreciate the reading more. Some of you are reading this thinking, I don’t need to do that, do I? Some people share differently than others, the work I do is done, so that if I die OR live the work that is done shares me well. Because I want to share with many, these extra efforts are taken so the works being shared can be easier for others to connect into.

Plus these carry my name and reputation forward, which means that care taken with the sharing and how it’s shared influences not just you, BUT also me and how you think about me.

  • The repetition of the jobs above, may only be done once, but with my work I like to keep a record of my previous writing, and it’s less costly to our internet to pre-write on paper then load the info online. This means the additional jobs for the type of sharing and the desired readers for what is being shared:
    • Rewriting OR writing (b.),
      • Often people will do writing online, while that’s okay in many cases, but my family pay for every gigabyte of internet we use.
        • While typing online only feels like typing into a document format, it generally is a process taking more internet, similar to online chatting, because every word I type onto the blog/website takes internet signal.
      • this is done with the online sharing at WordPress.com, Blogger.com, and other online sharing that involves ordering material online in ways that make the flow different than if it’s being read on paper.
        • This can involve multiple things OR only some things:
          • Rearranging sentences so less page space between written sections is there,
          • Putting in headings to segment the info for better online association with the info placements on the pages.
            • Originally for this paper there was no segmenting within this whole copy & paste section, BUT for this share I’ve added over 3 headings so far.
            • Plus there will be the work of reordering the paragraphs for shorter reading sections. Instead of the college OR professional writing styles of about 3 to 5 sentences for each paragraph, in general online more than four lines, about 2 sentences seems to be too much to read OR see.
          • Changing font styles, colors, & locations on the pages instead of the classic writing formations of having the info starting on the left and leading to the right side of the page.
            • The fonts which include the type of text and the size of the text, plus additions like emboldening OR underlining which may not be important on paper, can be really important with online reading placements and more.
          • In addition there is the size of the posts, I always make mine way larger than is preferred by many people. BUT I do this knowing that they are large, which also means fewer readers are likely.
            • BUT nothing is done with just this rewriting.
    • Re-editing the writing (b.),

yes this is done again with sharing online versus sharing on paper.

      • While “[t]his is 2/3rds of the work and time for writing,” A. Constantine on paper, when taking previously written material and putting it online the formatting, type of talking style, and language formats shift in ways that aren’t obvious.
        • For example
          • instead of using the word and, often the symbol & is used.
          • Instead of writing first, the 1st ‘word’ type was added. This is because numbers are more relatable, easier to see and find, and they feel more important than the whole word, especially with screen reading.
      • Also the segments of info should be prepared for readers to feel like I’m talking to each of them, oh, each of you personally.
      • Plus I’m long winded, so taking the time to portion out the share by the first & ‘read more’ sections take efforts and time.
        • What is shared with separations can allow people that open up the post info sections of what is being shared, without needing to download the whole post unless they desire to read more.
    • image works (b.),

for online sharing, as we discussed above continues here…

      • FIGURE OUT WHERE TO ADD IMAGES INTO THE POST,
        • Some posters share almost only images, but that’s not me. Which means additional work is needed to read through the info being posted to determine where the images with what is said should be put into the post. That’s if images are prepared already, if there aren’t images then some have to be made to be added, so that at least one image is added to each post…it’s odd, but those are often the only thing that’s shared with the linked post shares other than the image caption or an added tagline.
          • This varies based on what is being said, if the image is leading to the words OR if the words are leading to the images.
          • This can be done with the previous writing, like was shared above,
          • BUT if the writing alters or changes these placements are likely to vary.
        • All images still need to be put onto the internet to be acceptable for uses.
          • If the words are copied the images do not copy until they are put into the internet image records.
      • USE THE SYSTEM PROCESSES TO UPLOAD IT,
        • Some systems like blogger lock the images after you load them, so you can’t reduce the mass of saved images, like you can with WordPress, Pinterest, and some other sites.
        • Your loading on the internet copyrights the image, but that copyright varies based on what you & where you load the images,
        • plus the type of copyright impacts who can load OR not use the images with OR without crediting you.
          • Please take care, just because you load a protectedly copywrit image it doesn’t do anymore than give you legal rights to take control of the issues if another uses your works.
            • You have to search out and protect your rights. That’s why businesses that own things like production houses, studios, artists and others find value in guilds and unions that assist them in keeping and getting these rights.
      • PAGE IT CORRECTLY FOR SHARING
        • It’s useful to preview a post to see how it looks for other readers also, but take care do the previews in multiple styles:
          • Different search engines,
          • Different devices
            • Previously I had a setup at WordPress, that looked great on computer in Google & Bing, but on the cell phone it was a page space waster. It also didn’t work in other search engines, like in Explorer
      • Share it with the post.

I’m not adding anything but the preceding info, the link follow-up info, and the scriptures read through with the posts that follow the first post. That post shared here was done without planning any future posting, but starting to read the One Year Chronological Bible has changed my work here.

Because my notes are mine, no one should think this is a ‘religious teaching’, it’s more about gaining more by taking the time to learn with reading. Learning begins with questioning what is normal, taking the time to consider and think about what is learned; it’s often referred to as ‘thinking outside of the box.’ And this means it’s not a standardized teaching that helps this learning it’s going into things and beyond things to find and get more. This takes more effort than emotionally reacting to what is being shown or shared.

For reading thousands of years of information capsulated in the Bible, there are many areas of information and consideration that aren’t added, my reasoning is because this compilation of writings is done to show us examples of God’s love for us all, no matter who we are…and this is proven with Israel one of the specifically blessed people who lived with God’s hand helping them a lot. Job wasn’t a member of Israel his family was blessed also, SO I can’t say that God only loved Israel as a nation. BUT as a people they did lead us to Jesus as the SAVIOR for all mankind. But the classic Bible has a lot of information about Israel leading to Jesus. BUT also how God interacted and was heard by so many people over so many years. So we all need to take care, if God was to speak with us would we hear and listen OR not? We all, each of us, have been saved from Adamic death because of Adamic sin with the actions of Jesus, so we each should consider if our actions are done in imitation of his example of love for us?

So my next post is going to start with notes from me about my Bible reading, that was done yesterday… BUT my plans are to just share my thoughts from verses of the Bible without making anyone use the version OR translation I’m writing about.

#3- Beyond Bible Notes- War in Heaven

Heaven’s War in the Bible

I’m still reading my One Year Chronological Bible, some sections of information have really shared more impact with me because of the modern terms versus previous readings of other Bibles.

Different Bibles have various terms in sections of the Bible that can be found interpretable based on our own understanding versus the terms in the time of writing of the versions AND the terms translation from the original and the translators of the works from the original into the present used versions.

The war in the heaven’s has continued for millennia there is Biblical evidence and modern information being written by Ava D Dohn also. The information will take some time to gather and share with accurate links to the scriptures as well as ways for others to see the information. [This will be modified gradually as the information is updated and prepared better for sharing.]

Heaven’s War Scriptural Evidence

Different Bible’s state the same terms in different ways, but modern reading can add interpretation ideas that may have been found in other times which we don’t really associate the same with now. For example one of the examples below from Joshua 5:13-15 has

  • the term commander in the NIV, 1995, while
  • in the, 1984, New World Translation the same section has the term prince.

Modern people take prince to mean a ‘figure head’, while in the past the term prince like king often also meant military commander OR leader. So the term for modern interpretation with commander is more definitive for modern readers trying to understand the scriptures. Other terms used in the exact same set of scriptures include:

  • captain– in the King James Version (KJ),
  • Captain– Modern Language Version (ML)- 1959
  • Commander in Chief– Living Bible (L)- 1971
  • Commander– Revised Standard Version (RSV)- 1952

The terms have various military connotations in the modern day, but when looked at and read based on Heaven’s War there is little interpretation against the military of the heavens.

More War in heaven scriptural evidence [not done yet]

That the heaven’s has been at war is evidenced with the Bible and information in the scriptures shared in various locations with different aspects to be learned with reading the information. The scriptures I’m adding are based on how reading things of the scriptural information was found and interpreted by me. As we mention above there are various ‘terms’ that can impact interpretations, so while I’ll always add one verse at times multiple verses may be linked OR completely shared OR both.

Joshua 5:13-15

New International Version(NIV)…

13 Now when Joshua was near Jericho, he looked up and saw a man standing in front of him with a drawn sword in his hand. Joshua went up to him and asked, “Are you for us or for our enemies?”

14 “Neither,” he replied, “but as commander of the army of the Lord I have now come.” Then Joshua fell facedown to the ground in reverence, and asked him, “What message does my Lord[a] have for his servant?”

15 The commander of the Lord’s army replied, “Take off your sandals, for the place where you are standing is holy.” And Joshua did so.

New King James Version (NKJ)

13 And it came to pass, when Joshua was by Jericho, that he lifted his eyes and looked, and behold, a Man stood opposite him with His sword drawn in His hand. And Joshua went to Him and said to Him, “Are You for us or for our adversaries?”

14 So He said, “No, but as Commander of the army of the Lord I have now come.”

And Joshua fell on his face to the earth and worshiped, and said to Him, “What does my Lord say to His servant?”

15 Then the Commander of the Lord’s army said to Joshua, “Take your sandal off your foot, for the place where you stand is holy.” And Joshua did so.

English Standard Version (ESV)

13 When Joshua was by Jericho, he lifted up his eyes and looked, and behold, a man was standing before him with his drawn sword in his hand. And Joshua went to him and said to him, “Are you for us, or for our adversaries?” 14 And he said, “No; but I am the commander of the army of the Lord. Now I have come.” And Joshua fell on his face to the earth and worshiped[a] and said to him, “What does my lord say to his servant?” 15 And the commander of the Lord’s army said to Joshua, “Take off your sandals from your feet, for the place where you are standing is holy.” And Joshua did so.

Amplified Bible (AB)

13 Now when Joshua was by Jericho, he looked up, and behold, [a]a man was standing opposite him with his drawn sword in his hand, and Joshua went to him and said to him, “Are you for us or for our adversaries?” 14 He said, “No; rather I have come now as captain of the army of the Lord.” Then Joshua fell with his face toward the earth and bowed down, and said to him, “What does my lord have to say to his servant?” 15 The captain of the Lord’s army said to Joshua, “Remove your sandals from your feet, because the place where you are standing is holy (set apart to the Lord).” And Joshua did so.

Image Interpretations

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There are various types of images from this scripture some showing more passivity in the style of the angel’s dress and others showing more warrior dress with armor and help than other images share. I think the more warrior style of dress is appropriate, but I don’t think the human ‘dress’ styles would be used as much in the heavens unless they are practical. The modern dress options with pants, boots, and armor may not have been seen both because Joshua was able to recognize at least the sword and the man didn’t seem to be too odd to him. Not like other images of angels seen at other times.

Rhapsodie’s interpretation of Joshua 5:13-15

The man/angel with the sword was obviously handling a familiar instrument. This is backed up because of being commander, captain, prince of the army of the Lord/God/Jehovah/Yehowah. I’ve not studied a lot of war history, but it seems to me that commander positions are gained with actions taken, not just because of title in many instances. The sword in hand is evidence that the hand holding the sword had the power/strength/ endurance to do this for some bit of time also.

Angel’s with Swords

There are many scriptures where Cherubs and Angels are mentioned as having/holding swords in the scriptures. Because there are so many scriptures with information I’ll add the links here that I’ve found. BUT reading these versus can be interpreted in many ways if the information isn’t mentioning more about military in the heavens.

Here are some links

With reading this information you’ll note that some of the scriptures are added to the war in heaven evidence, while others aren’t added. [Not done yet]

War in Heaven Care with Reading Info

There are multiple scriptures where war in heaven is a theme. Because there are so many interpretations and links with scriptures containing information I’ll add the links here that I’ve found, but as you can see with reading there are so many bits of information that are interpretable, that readers have ‘various’ feelings about what they read as they read it. Revelation 12 shares a dragon, with the war in heaven.

  • If I was Chinese than the enemy is the woman, if
  • I were European the enemy is the dragon. BUT if
  • we believe that Jesus’ came to the earth for all mankind,
    • For the Son of Man came to seek and to save what was lost. (Luke 19:10) …For God did not send his Son into the world to condemn the world, but to save the world through him. (John 3:17)…This is how God showed his love among us: He sent his one and only Son into the world that we might live through him. (1 John 4:9)…And we have seen and testify that the Father has sent his Son to be the Savior of the world. (1 John 4:14) (From Evangical Outreach.org

While I don’t believe all the info at this site, it’s still useful for the run of scriptures above about WHY JESUS CAME TO EARTH? and sharing the scriptures above and others at the site. Additional scriptures through the gospels show us why later in the scriptures, the work of Jesus is shared saying, “Become imitators of me as I am of Christ.” (1 Cor. 11:1, New World Translation, 1984) 

The whole written work of Jesus on earth that is commonly known is shared through the gospels. Jesus whole life, his actions, his work as a child of God is shared here for all of us…this means that all of Jesus’ time on earth is an example…BUT the war in the heaven’s then also means that we have lived lives that aren’t ‘peaceful’ all the time…our life in the past AND possibly for a longer time into the  future can be a lot more tumultuous and ‘warring.’ While we are still living a life imitating Jesus.

Again reading these versus can be interpreted in many ways depending on the readers, the time periods under discussion, and interpretation of the information by the readers.

Revelation 12: about war in the heavens-

For instance in China dragons are considered, Wikipedia info:

But in the American/European interpretations, based on the times of the last 1,000 years or so the dragon is held as an enemy, a threat, a danger, like Wikipedia also shares:

When Revelation was written by John, is likely based on his understanding, BUT for any of us the ‘dragon’ term is varied. For John, since I don’t speak OR know the ancient tongue he wrote the works in, I’m unsure what he really wrote about when we refer to dragon. There has also been some online searching about this [not done yet.]

Our Brother’s and Sister’s in the Heaven’s at War

Our Brother’s and Sister’s in the heavens are at war…Author Ava D Dohn shares a historic account of the heaven’s at war. AND this goes on to the story of the earth with heavens war and impacts, by the same author. While I still haven’t finished reading these books, when reading under the ‘term’ fiction, they are boring, but if we read these as factual…because they are shared in part by visions from God then we see things totally differently with the reading.

The war in the heaven’s has impacted the earth and it continues to do so, but that’s not my story to share.

‘Heaven is for Real’ influences & YOU- #7 of 7

‘More, well what more could you be talking about?’

The time as a door greeter at Walmart led to many conversations, that I think helped contribute to movies that have been produced. The movie Noah,’ ‘Tangled,’ and ‘Heaven is for Real’ are the last three, I think, I influenced.

In fact the woman that mentioned the boy came back to the store with the young man and his mother and I asked him questions, he gave me some vague responses.  And his mother mentioned that he had been drugged quite a bit during the surgery, so the family is not sure the recollections are correct.

But the faith of this one young man and his family have inspired a deeper look at the heavens by our world.

Another Godly view.

Another Godly view.

The young man I met was about 8 years old, and that is a little older than the young man described from the book in the movie. Later the pastor who is mentioned as writing the book and I had a conversation.

After informing me that he was just the pastor the young man had requested to share the story he commented on thoughts about the story for the book, and asked me, “Do you think it will be wrong to lie to people about his age?”

In response, to this pastor a customer “who is always right was,” I investigated with, “What do you think?!”

“I’m the minister and guide for my people, but I’m writing this story with the idea that it will become popular. With popularity problems can result!,” was the emphatic response.

His comment caused me to feel that he genuinely cared about this young man and his family. That he was showing fatherly love and consideration, when he was considering age and with this inquiry about age to me.

In response I said, “That’s good to think about, it’s wrong to lie, but it’s also wrong to harm others.  When a general thing like age, is being considered in this situation, harm and cost should also be thought about.  Who may be harmed with this lie?  Who can be harmed without this lie? If you tell the truth, will life be good for this young person in school and for life? Will his family suffer harm after people hear this personal experience? After the story becomes popular, will he be able to keep on learning, or will he be hassled because of his personal experiences? Could it even be better to alter his name, in the book, to protect him from undesirable attention? What is the more loving thing to do?”

“You’re right, I didn’t think of all that,” was his considering response.

“Did this help you make a decision?”

After motioning to the young man he said, “. . . We’ll have to talk this over.”

And I was left to continue sharing with my customers while their conversation took place at a slight distance from me. When they were done the pastor returned and told me of their decision.  Which I’m not sharing here. Because presently the work of this young man, his pastor, his family and other God loving people has brought about more results. The world has available the movie ‘Heaven is for Real’to watch in theaters.

This story should lead others to continue contemplating, looking and reading because a lot can be hidden in the pages of a book.  In fact, I desire everyone to take on the reading of a fictionalized presentation of The Chronicles of Heaven’s War an epic beginning with Sisters of the Bloodwind, because this story has inspired me to share more love with the world.

Your own views are yours and telling you what to think is not my desire, but causing you to think and then act on those thoughts, because they hit your heart through thoughts in your head, is my desire.

Read and see if this doesn’t inspire thee!!!

Book cover for web- 5-2014

‘Heaven is for Real’ . . . fictionalized- #6 of 7

A golden blond Jesus with blue-green eyes is shared as one of the people met by a young boy who visits heaven during a near death experience.   ‘Heaven is for Real’ could be fictionalized, but having such a young person affirm this as reality will hopefully open up others hearts and minds to a deeper tale told.

The story I’m talking about is an epic that begins with book 1 in The Chronicles of Heaven’s War: Sisters of the Bloodwind.  This book was originally written under the book title The Chronicles of Heaven’s War: When General’s Cry, and it was originally published in 2003 with the most recent edition being published in eBook format in 2011.  My hope is that the increase in belief of the realities of heaven as portrayed in the movie ‘Heaven is for Real’ will cause people to search for more.

For me this interest started long ago, but the drive to really contemplate God and the heavens came with personal experiences added to with stories told by author Ava D. Dohn.  And that interest added to my conversations with customers while working at Walmart in Hornell, NY .  Before becoming a door greeter I’d been a floor associate, electronics associate, and cashier.  My interactions as a door greeter were done to motivate and inspired other people to grow and gain a desire to know more.

2 Jesus- Mihai- blue green eyes

Not only that I think it inspired movies like ‘Heaven is for Real.’ One of the reasons for this belief is because my love based actions and conversations which caused others to desire to share with the world as I was trying to do.  Experiences during those times at the door specifically lead to the words I’ve shared and am continuing to share about this movie.

Jesus with golden hair is a description talked about in a previous post and beyond that ideas for the film were discussed.  Other posts share some details of those talks.  But things went further once interest was developed and devised.  In fact that man that had conversed with me about Jesus and the golden hair came back in later and asked about Jesus’ eyes.

Well at that time I hadn’t read Sisters of the Bloodwind recently, so I commented, “Blue, no green, blue, oh I can’t remember.  One has blue eyes, one has green eyes.”

He took those words, and imitating my combination of words said, “Blue-green, I like that.”

“Green-blue.  No you’re right blue-green sounds better.”

He stepped back and away a bit and said, “So blue green it is,” and with a turn he walked away as I waved and said goodbye.

But more happened, and that’s why I started this spiel about the movie ‘Heaven is for Real.’

The movie ‘Heaven is for Real’ guides me- #3 of 7

I’m not writing here to take glory from the film, but my experiences cause me to see a lot and encourage a need to empower others in seeing more.  And truthfully what I share here is in accord with my line of thought, because the book I mention sometimes is one the author doesn’t want religious people to buy for religion.  But I share how much more I’ve fallen in love with the heavens and the people I relate to because of that book.

I never recollect exactly what has happened, but the movie ‘Heaven is for Real’continues to guide me through memories I’m giving here.  This along with a belief that sharing with others my love of God added to the love from reading Ava D. Dohn’s books, starting with the Sisters of the Bloodwind, a fiction, and its harmony in accord with the Bible helps me believe my distribution, of love and knowledge, helped inspire this movie.

One of the persons I had shared some beliefs with previously questioned me about heaven.

And I responded, “Well I think it’s very similar to earth, at least the home planet is. But I also believe that because everyone in the heavens is way older than us, they have traveled beyond the home planet into the universe of that realm, and its varying planets.”

“That’s profound, but could it be real?,” was the curious but slightly heated curious tone of the response.

Male + Female he created themSo continuing on with my reasoning based on words previously shared in this blog, I said, “Just consider what scripture in Genesis says, ‘We are created in their image,’ it continues relating that Adam and Eve sinned, were thrown out of the garden, but before that happened they were perfect. Just think about it, this happened at the beginning of human history, but the record in the Bible says that Methuselah lived to be ‘969’ years old, and Adam lived after sinning 930 n- some years. According to my reasoning, the people in the heavens are older than us, and we are created in their image, this then means there are many if not all who are older than the earth itself.”

“That makes sense,” was the curiously investigative trend of response.

This caused me to continue with words, similar to the following, “That also means that we ‘male and female’ are created like them, then these perfect people, un-ageing, and very educated at least with age, are much more than basic glo-globs’s of power and energy. For being perfect as a human means to me that I’m physically perfect, but I’m also myself, making mistakes, overthinking things, getting hurt because I just wasn’t being wise. Perfect as in my body repairs itself, doesn’t grow old, but does age at least with wisdom and experience.”

This response caused consideration to rise on the face of the person I was talking to. And in our vicinity were others who heard what was being said. And more questions ended up following.

Which lead me to the ‘Heaven is for Real’movie.

The ‘Heaven is for Real’ supposed reality- #2 of 7

Heaven is for Real’ is supposedly based on a real life story, but more happened while I was at Walmart  leading me to conclude that the whole tale is not actually truthful.  This doesn’t mean that this young gentlemen, the story author, didn’t experience a heavenly occasion, but I think details have been added that he didn’t see.

‘Like what?’

While working customers shared in thoughts and ideas with me.  Sometimes comments about faith and love were made, by my people, because a loving display was noticed.

One time I commented about my desire to bring love for God to all mankind in response to an inquiry.

The person being talked with questioned, “How?”

God's finger + a heavely view

A heartfelt response followed, “I’m not really sure, but I do know that heaven is real, and if heaven is real God is real, and if God is real ALL people should be able to feel and understand the reality of God and the other people in the heavens.”

The stiffening shoulders, furled eyebrow, and questioning gaze of this listener caused me to continue, “’We are created in God’s image,’ at least according to the scriptures in Genesis.  And the Bible also mentions that there is war taking place in that area.  At least that’s how I perceive some words in Daniel.”

That talk concluded when the customer left the store.  But on returning, at a later time, the conversation continued with them mentioning that the scriptures shared, previously, had been reviewed and then their appreciation for my words to them was shared.

After asking about details of our previous conversations I led into a continuation of thought.  “So for me that means there are people battling for righteousness and freedom which people on earth don’t even think about.   We consider God and the angels as superior beings, but even though they are without inherit sin the people in the heavens aren’t machines, the LIVE.”

And the interested querying face caused me to proceed with that line of thought.  “Before the flood, if you read Genesis 6 you’ll find the words [similar to these] sharing that ‘the thought [of the sin and horror upon the earth at that time] hadn’t even been contemplated by God.’  God is the ‘Alpha and the omega,’ but God is growing with life and alterations that happen with life.”

“What?”

“‘ Thought never rose up into the heart of God,’ the thought of rebellion, sin, hatred, wasn’t even felt by God, the mind of God by the time of the rebellion before the flood never had considered the evil actions that happened.  That means God learned.”

“You know I never thought of that before,” or words very similar was the response from that person.  Then their body language conveyed the question, ‘where do these thoughts come from?’

As they were edging toward the door, I could tell that their time at Walmart was done for that day, so I said, “Please have a great day, and feel free to look up those words in Genesis 6 about God’s thinking if you want to.  Especially since I never quote word perfectly.”

And upon exiting these words were heard, “I will!  Thank you.”

Multiple public conversations and my marketing scheme for a book that is  fiction but shares a story that caused me to try leading others to go beyond the structured thinking religions have defined.  Some of those ideas, in my opinion, helped inspire the movie ‘‘Heaven is for Real.’’  Hopefully sharing with you will cause curiosity to rise up in your heart to seek out more inspiration.

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Darla’s actions in the following miniscule section tie with great harmony to the music shared here. (Sisters of the Bloodwind, pp. 374 – 384) Please read and compare to see if your heart tells you the same thing.

. . . During this silence, Euroaquilo took opportunity to advance a brewing question.  “My Dusme, many are the dreams we have shared since the Great War, yet never have I found revealed your adventures of this great and terrible battle.  Now you speak to me concerning your experiences regarding the Day or Tears in such an off-handed way so as to dismiss it.  Please share with me the moments of your glory during that conflict.  Why hide it from me any longer?”

Darla’s jaw stiffened and face soured.  At length, she relented.  “To you I will speak of this matter, but you must not tell another soul for its pain is too deep for my ears to hear it repeated.  Until the healing day, it must remain secret.”

Euroaquilo promised he would keep it so.

Darla slumped as if in remorse, tears welling up in her eyes.  Resigned to her fate, she began her account.

“My platoon had been together for just over a year, I being its senior officer.  We had already participated in six major engagements up to that time, having lost eighty percent of our original complement and, even with replacements, were currently down to only seventeen troopers reporting for duty.  Our acting company commander, First Leftenant Ricteer, had ordered us dug in above Mordem Heights, which we held from spring to mid-summer.  The constant soaking rains and lack of sanitary conditions were making us all sick.  By early summer we were calling ourselves the ‘mudpuppies’ because of how badly we stunk and our deplorable living conditions we called ‘home’.”

“When High Command asked for volunteers to man transports for a gathering invasion fleet, I offered up the ‘mudpuppies’ seeing we should all die soon if we remained in those filthy trenches much longer.  We shipped aboard some wreck of an ore freighter converted into a transport… I don’t even recall its name… our job being to support the crew and maintain the safety of the ship.  It was little better than what we left behind…  Not really.  We had hot food, warm showers, and dry bunks to sleep in, and our duties weren’t overbearing, and we had a good ship’s captain.  In short order, we’d settled into keeping things safe for the six hundred men and women of the Eleventh Infantry Battalion, they suffering far worse from their overcrowded living conditions.”

“Twelve days out, we were joined up by six other transports and their support ships and were only hours away from the Commodore CythereaNoah’ha’s Third Teleohodos Battle group.  The captain had just heaved off the lines from a supply ship and had called down my fire crew when all hell broke loose.  Several squadrons of enemy fighters and heavies slammed into us without warning.  We were sitting ducks, eight lightly armed transports, a half dozen merchantmen, and all defended by two cutters, an ancient barq, and a handful of antique fighters, facing over thirty frontline enemy attackers.”

“Our fire station was aft the main hold, near the stern.  After refusing stays on the refilled canisters of thallium oxysulfide, my crew of nine departed, leaving the remainder of the stowage work for the incoming fire crew.  Following the captain’s shipboard combat zone protocol, we remained suited up and on internal life support systems until we were safely retired from the fuel storage compartments.  It’s a good thing we did.”

Blast

“We had only just entered the second deck safety locker, in process of closing the lower hatch, when exploding torpedoes ignited the thallium oxysulfide, creating a massive firestorm that engulfed the hold, incinerating everyone below and aft of us.  The ship’s energy systems couldn’t take the strain, rupturing our shields and buckling the first deck, which tore everything on that level asunder.  Corporal JasmiKusbi and Private SoshieZulita were instantly sucked out through the hatch, while the rest of us were slammed about like rag dolls in a whirlwind until the hatch fully sealed.  Had the hatch remained open one more second, none of us would have survived.”

“Things happened so fast.  The floor of our locker buckled, twisting its walls up something dreadful, but somehow it held long enough for us to escape through an emergency hatch into the boson’s pantry and out through the officers’ mess.  We were very fortunate because our fire suits were not only self-contained, but made of much tougher material than ordinary suits, being designed for harsh duty.  Those suits saved us that day.  I later heard that our platoon sergeant, LeviaBritt, was cast to the skies when the ship blew apart, being rescued several hours later by search scullers.”

Darla’s mind drifted into private thoughts, she staring off into space as if reliving some particular moment in her life.  When she realized what had happened, she tried to make excuse.  Euroaquilo nodded politely, acting as though he had not noticed.  He then commented about how warm the room was getting while handing her a kerchief to wipe her sweating forehead.

Smokey Air

Thanking him, she then went on.  “As we stumbled along the debris-filled companionway, searching for a way to reach the upper levels, we heard the cries and screams of the trapped, injured and dying, and also the shouts of others trying to escape or assist those in need.  There was nothing we could do to assist, what with the numerous fires breaking out and filling the passageway with noxious smoke, and the terrified soldiers packing the narrow walkway.  My current duty was to save my fire crew, I realizing that the entire second deck could collapse at any moment, sending us all into the bitter cold of deep space.”

“With only the flashing of emergency lights to see by and the deafening bleating of alarms in our ears, we found it very hard to locate our escape from the second deck, which was rapidly tearing apart.  We were moving forward along the main passageway, expecting at any moment to be crushed by collapsing bulkheads, or swept from the ship through a buckling deck.  To our left we could hear the constant tearing and screeching of metal as deck plates and compartments gave way to the ever-hungry vacuum of space.”

“At length, we took a narrow passage that went to the right, I recalling it led to an emergency hatch that went to the third deck.  Finding and opening the hatch, we assisted two dozen or so others who’d followed us up to the third level.  Being the last one up, I secured the hatch, fearing we would lose the seals on the second deck at any moment.  My heart ached to think of my brothers and sisters trapped below, but could only hope they might find another way of escape.”

“Exiting a tiny containment chamber, we found ourselves on the shuttle bridge.  Already it was so packed with people, it was nearly impossible to move.  Everything was so rushed at the moment, my mind racing with my duties to my fire crew and the need to locate the others in my platoon, so much so that I ignored the people around me as best I could, only reflecting on those events in the lonely hours while awaiting my rescue.  To this day the guilt haunts me, for what I witnessed there makes me feel that much more the miscreant and coward.”

Euroaquilo attempted to make excuse for Darla by calling attention to the fickle winds of war.

Darla would have none of it.  “I watched the real heroes that day…the crew of that tramp freighter fighting so hard to save lives.  The duty officers and other marines assisting the injured and confused, calming others in a panic, and… and sacrificing everything so someone else could hope for a chance to live.”

“A midshipman feverishly worked to help load one of the shuttles, she clothed only her officer’s kepi.  Another sailor surrendered up his oxygen suit to an injured soldier before assisting her into a shuttle.  There was no panic, the officers in charge refusing to permit that.  No.  While I scrambled about to find escape, those brave warriors stood their stations, saving lives.  I doubt few of them ever made it away alive… and yet how many of my comrades owe their lives to them?”

“Give me a minute, please…”  Darla excused herself and walked toward the back of the bridge and past the elevator.

Euroaquilo believed he heard quiet sobs, but remained where he sat, waiting upon Darla’s privacy.  Eventually the woman returned, sitting again, but remained silent for some time.  Finally, through reddened eyes, she looked into Euroaquilo’s.

“I could not locate any of my other platoon members, so I attempted to get my fire crew queued up to board the shuttles.  The lines were very long.  It was decided that my 2nd Duty Officer, Corporal AsteiosAllotrios, and I would go up to the fourth deck to search for our remaining platoon members and, if unsuccessful, make our attempted escape via one of the several tethered craft riding piggyback on the ship’s hull.”

“With the elevators and all the main portals secured, we made our way aft to where the shuttle bay bulkhead separated the bay from the ready chambers, which were still intact.  There we found an escape ladder that went up through an emergency hatch that remained operable.  We scurried up the ladder as best we could, what with the bulky fire suits and extra life support tanks we were still carrying.  Asteios spun the mechanical locking system release, pushed hard open the hatch, and proceed to struggle through the tight opening, I helping by giving her a gentle shove up.”

“Asteios was just halfway through the opening when another explosion racked the doomed ship.  The hatch triggered automatically to close, slamming down a smashing blow on Asteios’ back.  I heard her scream of agony in my headset before she passed out.  Then everything went crazy.”

“The shuttle bay was still holding, as well as the chamber above us, but the power died, leaving us in almost total darkness.  Then the gravity machines failed, at first intermittently, which was deadly dangerous.  I heard the cries of those injured and dying when some crashed back to the floor or were crushed by falling objects.  How I remained on the ladder, I cannot recall.”

“Finally, the gravity machines failed completely.  Fortunately, the red flashing firelights activated, helping us see a little bit.  In that eerie, pulsing world of mayhem, I somehow managed to push open the hatch, freeing my unconscious companion – an easier thing to do without the gravity systems working.  My biggest fear during this time was that those machines might start up again, sending me plummeting into the living morass below.  It was a struggle, but I managed to seal the hatch while holding firm to Asteios’ suit, something that, I believe, saved many lives, seeing what soon happened to that fourth deck compartment.”

“The area we entered was called the ‘Aft Ready Transfer Station’, one of the ship’s several docking bays with access hatches to tethered shuttles riding piggyback on the transport.  It was a ghastly sight to behold.  An earlier firestorm had ravaged the place, killing anyone in this area at the time.  The only living souls on that deck were recent arrivals like us.  Seeing the situation, I decided to attempt our escape by way of one of the tethered crafts, hoping there might still be one able to give us safe passage from the ship’s coming doom.”

“Searching the destruction, I found that most of the exit hatches were lighted up red, or flashing red, which indicated empty tethers or ruined shuttles.  The ones where I saw no lights at all I never attempted, not knowing what might be there.  My heart sank, I feeling that we were come to our destruction.  Then, just about the time I was beginning to surrender our fate, I spotted a green glint out of the corner of my eye.  Holding my duty officer snuggly by her harness, I pushed off for the light, only to come crashing down to the tortured deck some feet away because the gravity machines began working again.”

“Having twisted my ankle in that fall made it very difficult for me, but thankfully the gravity machine was not operating at full power.  I managed to hobble my way through the tangle and up the twelve-foot climb to that shining green ray of hope above us.  After what seemed an eternity, I was up the ladder, with a semiconscious Asteios tied off to my fire line lying on the deck down below.  Hesitantly, I pushed the release button, fearing there was no rescue on the other side of the hatch, only to be sucked into the black cold of empty space.”

“But no!  There was rescue…what, at the moment, I could not tell.  About four feet away was another closed hatch that opened into an escape craft, its safety light, too, was still green.  Crawling into the connecting tube, I hit the switch and the most pleasant sound of servos met my ears, revealing the cockpit of an old T-4 fighter.  It only took a minute or so, but it seemed like hours, after I had crawled into the tiny ship and managed to pull Asteios up to safety.”

“Asteios’ feet had just cleared the hatch when I felt a terrible rumble and heard a roar and then someone crying for help.  I looked down the connecting tube in time to see a hand reaching up for help through boiling smoke.  An instant later all was quiet, the entrance hatch having slid shut, its sensors automatically closing us off from the destruction below.”

“There was no time to think about the fate of that poor soul who was so close to escape.  I frantically worked removing Asteios’ life-support tanks and firefighting gear so I could secure her in the fore navigator’s seat.  I also had to remove my helmet and extra gear because of the tight spaces there.  She groaned so, in pain, as I secured the harness over her shoulders.  I knew I was torturing her, but… there was nothing else for it.”

“I was almost finished, leaning back, when I was startled by a sudden thud! On the fighter’s canopy, next to my head.  I glanced up, almost falling over with shock.  For just an instant of time, I stared into frozen eyes that were blankly staring back at me.  My mind can still see it as clearly now as I saw it then…the most beautiful of white marble statues looked in serenely upon me, it smiling so carefree.  It was carved so flawlessly perfect in every detail, the work of a master carver.  Then it was gone, my mind having not been able to comprehend that it was not a statue, but a once living, breathing woman creature with the same hopes, loves, and desires I possessed.”

Darla looked Euroaquilo in the eyes.  “She must have been already dead when cast into those icy seas, for the death that awaits those thrown into a vacuum alive is often much more gruesome.”

Euroaquilo only nodded in agreement.

Darla continued, she fidgeting with her fingers.  “Though the corpse quickly passed by, it was instantly replaced with the most horrific and macabre of scenes I ever witnessed.  Many are the fields of slaughter I have stood upon, but nothing ever to compare to that hour, that place, that horror.  My demon cannot conjure up a more horrific nightmare than what appeared before me in that hour.”

“Debris of every description continued to erupt from the dying troopship.  Fiery smoke filled with litter, machines, flotsam and jetsam, and…yes, bodies, dozens upon dozens being thrown from the monster’s belly, whole and in pieces.  The men and women on that ship were being consumed by the ever hungry emptiness of space.  At times I would see people, alive, being flung from some newly erupted hole in the beast, they thrashing about only seconds before silently drifting away, frozen forever in their last gasp for life.”

“There were a few shuttles detaching from the ship, getting away safe for the moment.  But there were other shuttles, still secured to the hull, or held loosely by some tether lines that never moved, their passengers eternally waiting rescue.  One, less than ten yards from my fighter, drifted free of its mooring though it was still attached by guy wires to the hull.  It lazily rotated round and round, the gaping holes in its sides revealing the fruitage of the slaughter, dozens of more names to be written in the Silent Tombs.  And this nightmarish vision was but one of so many that overwhelmed my senses.  As if in very slow motion, I was watching the end of the world… one person at a time.”

She hung her head in remorse.  “And there was nothing I could but watch it dissolve around me…”

Euroaquilo started to offer some comforting words.

Darla’s head snapped up with tear-filled, angry eyes staring into his.  “You shall not interrupt me or, for a certainty, I will refuse you this tale!  My heart is already overwhelmed to the point of breaking.  My words, my way, or the struggle will be too great for me to relive with my speech.  Better it is that I should have died that day.  Then, for absolution I would not have begged these many years.”

Nodding with understanding, Euroaquilo remained silent.  He knew Darla was guilty of no sin requiring absolution, but he understood quite well the remorse and guilt that often floods a warrior’s heart when the winds of war allow that person life while it rips it away from so many others.  Only now did he begin to understand why this woman never shared these dreams with him.  If only recalling events by speech were ruining her so, how could she have survived the trauma that a dream share would produce?

The rage over her own guilt did not diminish in her eyes, or the self-loathing in her angry tone, as she went into a rant.  “You think me innocent?  Well I damn well am not innocent!  I did nothing!  Nothing!  Here I sat, in a most fearsome fighting craft, one like I had flown countless sorties in, and I could not gather my wits to leave off the panic of securing my rescue and escape.  Oh, I the coward, standing the breach with power unimagined, and I could not think to use it for other than a pardon from death.  I am so ashamed…”

She broke down crying, releasing pent-up energies that had built up over these many years.  Euroaquilo did nothing, keeping his promise, he fully understanding that ‘upon every soldier must the night watch fall’.  Alone, the picket must stand the post, on to death or the morning light… It is the battle each sentinel must undertake.

Gradually the tears subsided until, after one final whimper, Darla continued.  “I tell you… many were the soldiers that day who kept their wits about them.  If it hadn’t been for the insane actions of those brave warriors, I doubt anyone would have lived to tell the tale of that day.”

“The gun crews on that transport never left their stations to make an escape.  As the madness unfolded around me, I saw the fiery spray of red, blue, and green tracers lighting up the blackness, those gun turrets ever swinging back and forth to pour iron and death upon the enemy.  They stood their posts to the end, dying with their fingers frozen on the triggers.”

“And our fighters…! Those heroic pilots fought with a madness few have ever witnessed.  Many of the scrap heaps they flew were relics when we charged Memphis’ gates during the Third Megiddo War, but in the hands of those warriors they were first-rate killing machines.  Why, sometimes one fighter would take on five or six of the enemy’s best, breaking up one attack after another.”

“One fighter blasted past, its guns all ablaze, it just clearing the transport’s hull.  I watched amazed, seeing the pilot paying no heed to the fire and smoke belching out of the gaping holes rented in it.  Others I saw took on the heavies, hurtling themselves against the overwhelming onslaught with careless abandon.  They dove like hornets upon evil intruders, holding back the unleashing of their ordnance until right on top of the enemy.  And when their guns went empty, some made their own fighters ‘missiles of destruction’, turning those heavies into cauldrons of flaming death.”

Blowing space wreckage

“The troop ship was lazily spinning larboard, round and round, providing me a panoramic view of this world of chaos.  Slowly, like a full moon rising over the hills, I witnessed a sight my eyes could not believe.  In the distance, I could see two cutters circling three of the troop transports, their defensive fire keeping many of the attackers at bay.  One of them, I believe it was named the ‘Cranberry’… I recall that because it was moored alongside our transport before our departure…”

“The cutter was an old squat thing, a converted collier possibly from before the Three Hundred Years War.  Anyway, when it came around and turned hard to starboard, I saw that everything in front of the fore bulkhead was a twisted jumble of wreckage, with similar destruction on the upper decks all the way back past the captain’s bridge, the outer hull being completely blown away over the communications and battle bridges.”

“The Cranberry was slowly dissolving into nothing, just like our troop ship, but it was still heavy into the fight.  Somehow, the remaining crew managed to maneuver that ship, keeping it between the enemy and the transports.  All the while, the gun crews heated up the sky with their cannons and torpedoes.  I never knew what became of that gallant ship and its brave crew.  The annals from the Day of Tears doesn’t even list the Cranberry on its roster… nor does it mention this horrific little battle.”

Darla’s words came sharp and bitter.  “I watched a sky full of heroes that day.  They fought with abandon, not to save their own asses, but to save the helpless and weak!  No battle flags waved them forward.  No glorious words to assuage troubled hearts.  They were the leaders, the wonderful throng who stood the line without orders, defending this Empire… if it deserves defending.  Their names are forgotten, not worthy of the Council’s attention, worthless little people who did only what they were supposed to do, nothing more, nothing less.  Why… isn’t that what they signed on to do, anyway?”

(Author’s Note: The Cranberry survived the battle Darla witnessed, but was abandoned because of extensive damage.  Of the seventy officers and crew, thirty-two were lost, another twenty-one wounded.  Salvage crews eventually took the ship in tow, delivering it to the DowHardy Navy Depot, on Stargaton.  There it languished in the salvage yards until broken up for scrap in the days just before the King’s War… See The Slaughterhouse Chronicles, pp. 892-4, Vol. II.)

Darla sighed long and sad.  She became quiet and morose to the point that Euroaquilo believed she had finished with her account.

She had not.

Looking across the bridge, through the window at the lashing rain, she continued.  “I finally came to my wits and released the securing pins locking the fighter to the transport’s mooring station.  We were just floating free, me about to charge the engines, when two enemy fighters swept over the ship.  One opened fire on us, six tiny red tracers blurring across my vision.  The fighters blasted past, leaving us and not returning.  Whether we were considered a valueless target, or they were out of ordnance, I don’t know, but the damage done was sufficient to be devastating.”

“Computer systems, communications, hydraulics, electrics, the main thrusters, even life support systems, were damaged or destroyed.  There we were, tethered by a single line, unable to escape certain death should the giant holding us fast decide to shudder in fear or erupt in anger.  And then smoke began seeping up from the bomb bay compartment into the cockpit.  I needed to do something, and it needed to be done fast.”

“I rummaged through my firefighter’s gear, finding a Plesso Wrench.  I took its claw end to rip loose the pilot’s power control panel, and then used its side cutters to snip the lead wires going to the computer.  After stripping the insulation, I managed to short out the security system, releasing us from the tether line.  Then I took to jumping wires to ignite the engines, which didn’t happen.  When I was about at my wits end, I finally located the main switch wires for the vertical lift retro-rockets.”

“Touching those leads together set all four of the rockets ablaze, sending us cart-wheeling away from the troopship.  Fortunately, it was away and not toward, because I couldn’t shut the rockets down.  It took me forever to jimmy the retro-switches before I gained enough control to stabilize the fighter, much of the wiring harness having melted when I touched those leads together, I having been forced to bypass the fuses in my hurry.  By the time I got the retro-power under control, we were hundreds of miles from the fleet, drifting alone in the stark emptiness.”

“While I was still struggling with the controls, about four miles or so from the transport, there was this blinding orange fireball that lit up the cockpit.  Looking up, I saw the fore and aft ends of my troop transport tumble off into space, leaving a glowing white cloud of burning debris where the ship had once been.  It’s funny, as I think about it.  I was working so frantically to get that old T-4 under control, I gave that event little notice until now.”

“Sometime after the Armistice, I was visited in the convalescent hospital by Corporal SaleenHavson, the platoon’s clerk and my bunkmate.  The corporal was part of my fire crew, escaping on the last shuttle to make it out before the troopship exploded.”

Darla hung her head in remorse, speaking in little more than a whisper.  “Saleen was killed by Stasis Pirates less than two months ago.”

She then wiped a tear from her eye and cleared her throat.  “Anyway… Saleen filled me in on the fate of that ship.”

“The gallant crew saved nearly three-fourths of the troops aboard the ship, losing over half of their own doing so.  They surrendered up their lives to save over four hundred others.  Of my platoon… everyone other than the fire crew did not survive the initial attack… their barracks being one deck above the main boiler, which blew up when the fuel storage hold was destroyed.  Of my fire crew… only four, including me, survived to tell of that event, Saleen being the only member to survive totally unscathed that day.”

“Two of my crew, Privates TeleoZugos and DeuroHorkos gave their fire suits to some injured comrades and remained behind to assist the ship’s company.  With the death of Saleen, Sergeant LeviaBritt and I are the sole remaining survivors from the Mudpuppy Platoon, and Levia was so badly damaged later at the Battle at Memphis that she cannot recall her own name.  I visit her at the High Banks Sanatorium, up north of here, whenever I can get the chance.  I can tell by the look in her eyes that she recognizes me.  I think it lifts her spirits when I come.”

Darla groaned as she stood, her legs aching from sitting too long.  She made her way back to the elevator, leaning over the rail to view the sights below.  The DusmeAstron was equipped with multi-leaf safety hatches on each deck so that, spreading out like flower petals, the hatches would close off the elevator opening and seal the separate floors of the ship up tight.  When opened, like it was now, the exposed parts of the hatch wings pulsed green with hundreds of tiny lights.  When the lights began flashing red, it was a warning to stand clear the elevator shaft.

Euroaquilo watched Darla from his officer’s chair.  She was always so beautiful in form and comeliness, so concerned about how well kept she appeared.  Yet today, the woman looked old, aged like the mountains, haggard.  The long wars had not been nice to her, she having fought in nearly all of them.  How many of her lovers and companions’ names were written now on the Silent Tombs?  He pondered.  She had lost so much, given so much, taken so much.  Could her frail body continue to weather the persistent storms hurled against her?  He shuddered to think of his visions and the coming Prisoner Exchange.  Would that day be her ‘Armageddon’?  Would she survive to tell of its passing?

Portal driving storm

In time, Darla returned to her chair.  Staring out the distant portal, she noticed that although the driving winds were diminished, the rains still ruled the sky.  Looking into folded hands, she continued her account.

“By the time I got control of the retrorockets, we were alone in the galaxy. . .

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