JIREH [PT I]

The cool Palestinian zephyr tickled Isaac with the tender shoots of budding

millets... The 13 year old skipped ahead of his father in ecstasy... Abraham considered the boy's silhouette, within the soft orange of the setting sun, as he knelt in the open fields in thanks... 

He had just beheld two perfections nestled in one while kneeling on acres of wealth... How did get here? A nomad who had lived on his father's property till the age of 75... Living thoughtless about his purpose... now a wealthy nation 38 years down the line... 

"YHWH... blessed be your Holy name... You are Lord God Almighty... Which was, Which is and Which is to come... You are worthy to receive glory and honour and power; for you created everything and for your pleasure they were created..." 

While Abraham had his nostrils inhaling the soft earth of Beersheba... the council of 24 elders had their nostrils flailed with the glory of the throne room in Zion as they basked in YHWH's awesomeness... their knees bowed... their crowns cast... 

"COUNCIL RISE" YHWH's voice rippled through their glowing skin and essence could be seen bursting forth in their cells... their knees, toes, hands and forehead tingled from the current of electric bolts flowing down YHWH's throne as they rose to their seats... their crowns floated off the ground and settled majestically on their heads... 

"BEHOLD ABRAHAM, MY FRIEND... I WANT TO MAKE A DEMAND OF HIM... HIS ONLY SON AS A SACRIFICE" 

The heaven was silent... none could question YHWH's decision... yet puzzlement eroded the peace deep within the elders... Why would YHWH choose to demand of this loyal man, the only promise he had waited 25 years to obtain... 

"WHY? YOU WONDER" YHWH poured forth more currents of awe "YET THE QUESTION I ASK YOU IS, WILL HE?" 

Without aforethought the 24 elders answered in unison "LORD... you know all things" 

Down in the millet fields of Beersheba, Abraham rose to an empty field... no millet stalk in sight... no Isaac in sight... the amber sun was gone... and he panicked... his heart rushed to his eyes as he search frantically behind the nothingness of the field for his teenage son.... what had just happened...? 

Then Abraham felt HIM before he heard HIM... that soft yet monstrous presence that overwhelmed involuntarily... Abraham fluttered in YHWH's presence... he fell flat in fear, awe, and reverence... The last time he had been visited by YHWH was almost 14 years ago... this was bliss unwritten... delight blended in molecules of harmony... the only word he could mutter was "YHWH... YHWH... YHWH" 

"I AM..." YHWH spoke smilingly "BEEN A WHILE FRIEND" YHWH continued as Abraham wept in the rapture of His voice "I DESIRE SOMETHING YOU LOVE DEARLY" 

"You have all that I own YHWH" Abraham wept in a million euphoria... 

"GO UP TO MT MORIAH... TO A SPOT I WILL SHOW YOU AND SACRIFICE ISAAC THERE" YHWH continued 

And the beautiful music ringing in Abraham's spirit came to an abrupt end...

"Isaac" Abraham repeated... not really asking "when you say sacrifice, is that metaphorical?" 

"SLAUGHTER HIM AS YOU WOULD AN UNBLEMISHED LAMB AND OFFER HIM AS A BURNT OFFERING" YHWH retorted 

The silence that followed felt like a thousand eternities... Abraham was... YHWH was... the universe was... Abraham couldn't even hear his own heartbeat... fear of the outcome of YHWH's visit shut his vocal chords... the speech centre in his brain received signals but rejected responses... how best could he respond to YHWH's request?

Part two of Abraham's struggle to sacrifice Isaac continues next week...

Thanks for reading through...

FIREBALLS [PT IV]

Continued from Last weekend...

In his bid to escape Raphael's adamantium scimitar, Balrog grasped at the old "Hide and seek" routine that

had helped many a demon escape Zion's wrath... He reflected himself in the gathering clouds on earth's atmosphere... Raphael looked down and saw about 50 reflections of Balrog looking up at him... Without pausing to consider which

of the images was the real Balrog... He struck out scimitar lightning lashes at the them... quickly eliminating the odds.... 

Meanwhile... 

As the bolides entered Earth's atmosphere and descended Mt Carmel.... their magnifications reduced as programmed by Tamimel... the twelve bolides merged just as they reached the altar and formed one flaming hand.... the hand of YHWH.... and lit up Elijah's altar... "YHWH be praised..." Elijah muttered...

The bolides still retained their water conversion abilities even after entering earth's atmosphere... So everything on the altar was sucked up.... bull flesh... blood... water... twelve rocks... YHWH had proven himself God... 

In what was left of Polara, demon sulphur rent the air with rank... nothing was left of Balrog's battalion... Remiel, Raphael's lieutenant, raised his sword above the din and screamed... "YHWH be praised"... And Raphael's battalion thundered "YHWH be praised" till their cries resounded in glorious Zion and the 24 elders fell flat on their face in unison with the four beasts... All hollering "Praised be YHWH... Holy and Mighty.... Wondrous in His ways... Great in His judgments... and Holy in Majesty" 

By the time Raphael finished eliminating Balrog's images... Balrog had escaped to the fountain of rain... strategically positioning himself at the buoy such that, if Rapahel's scimitar lashed at him... it would destroy the fountain... inevitably opening the fountains eternally... once again destroying the earth with water... against the words of YHWH... 

Balrog thought he had Raphael cornered... unknown to him, there were laws and codices that had been written after his defection from Zion... nothing would stop the rain from falling like God had told Elijah... and the buoy at the fountain of rain would not be destroyed... but that remains to be told in another UNTOLD SCRIPT...

FIREBALLS [PT III]

Balrog knew that deep within the covers of the floating slush vapors in the intergalactic nexus, Zion's host

was concealed... awaiting YHWH's perfect timing to be manifested... No one in Hades could anticipate their moves... no one knew when they moved, but when they passed through a situation, even the blind could tell that Zion had moved.... 

"Draw" he raged again...and the dark-hoary nexus was filled with an amber glow from the sulphur coated weapons of Hades-tech. Balrog squinted as he searched the realm for any sign of Zion activity... nothing...

Down at Mt Carmel... the exhausted and haemorrhaging prophets of Ba'al crawled down the altar they had erected... barely gasping... And Elijah thought "Why was Jezebel not here to witness this?" 

"Pour 400 litres of water on this altar" He called out to the 12 Jews that stood behind him while pointing at the broken altar he had rebuilt with twelve stones representing the 12 tribes of Israel... 

"Again"... the twelve obeyed... "And Again"... The twelve kept at it until a stream trickled down the groves of the altar.... 

As Elijah opened his mouth to call on YHWH... directly above Mt Carmel, in Polara... 12 bolides according to the tribes of the Israel tore through Balrog's ranks... 

As screams sunk in throats and sulphur disappeared in translucent veneers, Raphael and his battalion ripped off the cloak... rent the dark-hoary nexus with thunderous glory... gleaming broadswords, grinding lances... beautiful rapiers, adamantium scimitars and igneous poleaxes... blazing sabre-tooth claymores and tower-sized dirks... 

The raid resembled a future epic... yet it was nothing compared to the return of the SON... the Armageddon... whatever minion had escaped the broiling kisses of the riled bolides beheld a beautiful death descend with glorious wings... To them, this would definitely be valiant death... death at the edge of a Zion weapon... even at something so mean, Zion looked cool... 

Raphael x-rayed Balrogs position and realized that he was heading down to Mt Carmel... Raphael chased after with two lieutenants riding the blaze of light that trailed his sweep... 

"He's mine" Raphael uttered without breaking his glorious sweep... "Return to the decimation above" The lieutenants retraced their flight paths just as the first bolide tore through the slush of Polara heading for Mt. Carmel....

Soon after, another bolide followed... with every passing bolide... the intergalactic nexus felt lighter... Apparently, Tamimel had formulated the bolides' heat to convert Polara's slush to vapours... These vapours trailed the bolides until they entered earth's atmosphere and gathered as clouds in the sky awaiting the declarations of prayer by Elijah for rain after 3 years of respite...

Balrog noticed the bolide head for Mt Carmel and perceived calamity... He looked up and saw a streak of light heading down from beyond the fast fading Polara... Raphael.... Why won't these overzealous angels just leave us be...? we messed up no doubt... but we are strung to the commands of our hot-headed Field Marshal... we don't fight Zion of our own volition...

The Last Part drops this weekend...

FIREBALLS [PT II]

"Scum" Raphael spat as his adamantium scimitar and the weapons of his battalion sparked lightnings of

heavenly wrath and pierced the chilly cloak... this very intergalactic nexus - Polara, was the coldest region in the heavenlies... no amount of heat could swim through this thick glob of molten slush... the word "chilly" undermined the veracity of the freezing intentions of this zone - nothing hot could pass through...

This was the reason why all the hellish flame mechanics that Balrog and his hordes had released from here could not descend to Mt Carmel. 

Approximately six hours earlier, at the foot of Mt Carmel as Elijah challenged the prophets of Ba'al to a battle of fire; Luciff had assigned Balrog and his minions to Polara with the best of flame mechanics that Ba'alim could muster in Hades' meta-labs. Ba'alim, Tamimel's former protege, was Hades' meta-scientist, who had defected with Luciff eons to date. 

When Balrog and his minions landed the frozen slush, every blazing flame mechanics that they arrived with were snuffed out like proverbial "Candles in the wind"... what was left of the mechanics resembled sulphur surds wound into round blacksmith anvils... 

As the mechanics whined down to incomprehensible drawls, Balrog could feel his minions' courage shrivel to pea-sized hopes for a truce-call... Zion never called for truces with Hades... Zion always won... and Balrog wondered why Luciff would not just quit with his hot-headedness 

Balrog stared down Mt Carmel at the four hundred and fifty prophets of Ba'al ripping their skins and bleeding every known vein... weeping for the flames he knew would never descend through Polara... He almost felt pity for them, yet the torture that awaited himself and his minions for failing the mission froze the black patch lodged where his heart should be... 

These unreasonable idiots were the cause of the hellish torture that awaited him... if only they had acceded that YHWH was God, he wouldn't be cringing in fear of the impeding persecution by the fangs of Luciff's hell hounds... Woe unto these fools... if he was to be ripped... then they too would partake in that communion tonight in Hades... 

Yet, he could not show his fear before the minions... Luciff could not know that he had backed down without even attempting the mission... 

"Let it rain..." He screamed at the top of his voice, but no one moved... they all knew this would be futile... "General" Bikal, his sergeant at arms whispered "the Flame mechanics are almost snuffed".... Balrog swung his platinum bayonet and Bikal was nothing but gurgling sulphur... 

"Anyone has other opinions?"... Balrog raged... 

Without another word... every quaternion Lieutenant ordered the release of the flame mechanics.... As they were released, the remaining embers of flickering heat turned to ice before they even touched the first layer of Polara... 

Now what? Balrog thought...

Watch this page for the next FIREBALLS [PT III]...