YAHH
ETERNITY; moreover,
THE
OmnipresenCE of all wisdom AND ALL knowledge, absent of a beginning, absent of a
horizon—endlessness. In truth, ’twas Consciousness in the nature of an
illimitable Sea of utter Darkness: without shoreline; with no compass; without
atoms; with no seconds; without time or a memory of time. Forever an Expanse
without measure: no height to reach, no depth to plumb, no breadth to spy; no
sound nor the slightest whispering breeze to oppose the expressionless
reticence of Its immortal peace. All—was Blackness.
BY CURRENT TIME ASSESSMENT:
EXACTLY TWENTY-FOUR MILLION YEARS
BEFORE CREATION
INDEED, THE ABSENCE of visibility—mortal visibility—though the
Highest Presence of all things soon to be:
unborn, yet ready to be conceived, drawn Masterfully from the timeless
distilling pending within the merciful Spirit dwelling throughout all the Face of all the Waters of creation from
which Creation would be drawn. As yet, no light…without atoms formed.
BY CURRENT TIME ASSESSMENT:
APPROXIMATELY TEN MILLION NINE HUNDRED
AND FORTY-FOUR THOUSAND YEARS BEFORE CREATION
ENDLESS SPACE with neither east nor west, neither north nor
south, yet inhabiting a Living Eternity: Precursor without equal, yet Life with
a sentience of life, filled with Its only agenda—to
create. From within Its perpetuity, create but One Existence and, thereafter,
to set this animate Existence—The Great Creation—in joint tenancy with
Eternity, as the Right Hand of the Everlasting!
Just create—the First. Create the First, within and from within Itself: the Everlasting; and
therewith embrace Its sovereign pleasure while the First by the will of Its Creator brings into being all the glorious and heavenly
beautification within the Divinity: the Universe, which is the Void, which is Eternity, which is the Only—ELAHH!
—ELAHH:
pre-beginning—ELAHH: space: the
Living Quintessence of the fullness of all
expanse and matter to be; Master of Its Own will, and Father of that First Existence: created to bring forward the
glory of—————————————ELAHH!
Zzza, Tuesday, June 8, 2010 P.M.
The Existence: the Witness—Faithful and
True Witness—of that Life, which is—that Eternity, which brought forward—the
Existence, into—that season. The Connate—the Inheritor: the Firstborn of the
Universe: the Lord God the Son of God!
—THE GREAT CREATION
IN THE VERY BEGINNING
And
there was light
And
God saw the light, that it was good:
and
God divided the light from the darkness
Thereafter the Light dwelled on the
right hand of Eternity, of the Majesty
on high, in the heavens, the darkness eternally in the outer.
FROM WITHIN the Living Divinity: the Living Deep…Its only-born—Absolute
Angel….
Eternity beheld….
nrobtsriF yM—
—My Firstborn
noS yM trA uohT—
—Thou Art My Son
eehT nettogeB I evaH yaD sihT—
—This Day Have I
Begotten Thee
rehtaF A miH oT eB lliW I—
—I Will Be To Him A Father
noS A eM oT eB llahS eH dnA—
—And He Shall Be To Me A Son
modsiW
yM woN htroF ouhT oG—
—Go Thou Forth Now My Wisdom
dlihC yM htiW reveroF ouhT eB—
—Be Thou Forever With My Child
dloheB ,woN—
—Now, Behold
dlihC yloH eniM—
—Mine Holy Child
nettogeB ylnO eniM—
—Mine Only Begotten
noitaerC tsriF yM—
—My First Creation
aphlA yM —
—My Alpha
ssentiW eurT dnA lufhtiaF yM—
—My Faithful And True Witness
emaN yM sI miH nI—
—In Him Is My Name
droW yM sI miH nI—
—In Him Is My Word
—In Him Is The Beginning
demroF sgnihT llA fO gninnigeB ehT
sI miH nI dnA—
—And In Him Is The Beginning Of All Things
Formed
THE SWEET, soft voice of the newborn
Angel of the Word cried
quietly within the Living Divinity.
Eternity heard….
noS yM—
—My Son
gnidnE ehT dnA —
—And The Ending
—The Omega
tsaL ehT—
—The Last
tsaL ehT dnA tsriF ehT—
—The First And The Last
BY CURRENT TIME ASSESSMENT:
APPROXIMATELY NINE MILLION EIGHT HUNDRED
AND FIFTY-FIVE THOUSAND YEARS
BEFORE CREATION
YYASHHHWH
: Eternity; even so, now—Elohim:
Two.
The sweet, soft voice of the very young Angel trumpeted in delight deep within the
Living Divinity.
.…abbA .…abbA—
—Abba…. Abba….
Eternity heard….
noS yM— noS yM—
—My Son —My Son
ONE MOMENT BEFORE CREATION
IN THE BEGINNING
And
the earth was without form, and void;
———
And God said,
Let
the waters under the heaven
be
gathered together unto one place,
and let
the dry land appear:
and it
was so
God called the dry land Earth, and the
gathering together of the water called He the Sea. The water in one place, the dry land another; and, God saw
that it was good.
And
God said, Let there be lights
in the
firmament of the heaven
And
let them be for lights
in
the firmament of the heaven
to
give light upon the earth
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CONTEMPORARY ERA
Something inside the man moved
him to write a life and all that that life had ever learned…. This writing, he
decided, he would take to printers and to the people in the ignorant, dark, and the dusky lands, as he taught and called upon
their inhabitants to come and receive
the awesome offering. He walked into his tent, grabbed a pen, secured a small stack of paper onto a writing board,
exited, and began to stroll to a nearby piece of shade.
Deciding to write
in various segments of time, the man began by lowering himself comfortably onto
a toppled tree (an upright branch providing a convenient backing as with a
chair) beneath his preselected piece of shade, and began to write.
A second
might have passed, and the two
young and raggedy-looking teens
returned again as if from out of nowhere and seated themselves on a tree stump immediately next to the man,
accompanied by a landing sparrow.
So, the man, smiling, did
not scare the girls, after all. He saw them coming toward him, certainly, but chose, rather,
to relax and to do his writing.
The teens, not believing their eyes but certainly believing they knew who he
was, inquired his full purpose here. The man explained the forming of this
writing of a great history, explaining that the first half of this writing
should expose a small number of mysteries, followed by the real history of the
end of the world. He started to move his pen:
And
God said, Let us make man
in our
image, after our likeness
At once, God
created man: spiritual, the very image and likeness of God, spiritual souls—to the very last of
them.
So
God created man in his own image,
in the
image of God created he him;
male and
female created he them
And
every plant of the field
before it
was in the earth
Hence, every spiritual being: man, the
herbs, the trees, and the plants of the field, occupied the heavens—from the invisible
Waters of Creation—before the Son of God—the Lord God—the Lord of
sabbath—formed them from the dust of the ground of this world,
ON THE
SEVENTH DAY, when
GOD rested from his creating,
the LORD God, Who was now Lord of God’s Sabbath Day, began the forming, and He formed man from a misting downward into
the dusty ground of this world, breathed into his nostrils; and, man became
a—living soul. Moreover, the Lord God planted the Garden Eternal in Pleasure;
and there, He put that who He had formed;
and, in the Garden Eternal in Pleasure made He a woman and brought her unto the
man. A spell, amid evil and the fiercest form of deception—the lie—the throwing
down of loved ones….
A MYSTERY
A PARABLE
A PROPHECY?
THE
INTERACTIVE
INTER-RELATIONAL
NOVEL
SUBTITLE
THE SEVENTH ANGEL
A Testimony
Based
on an Extremely Religious Book
Published
More Than
Three
Hundred and Fifty Ancient Years Ago
THE
WORLD’S LONGEST ALLEGORY
A Semi-Autobiographical Work
Written by
Shebby e Malawk
Beginning in Nineteen
ninety-three
Copyrighted © 1995, 1996, 1997,
1998, 1999, 2000, 2001, 2002, 2003, 2004, 2005, 2006, 2007, 2008, 2009, 2010,
2011, 2020, 2021, though nearly finished, all but a massive editing and an
antepenultimate (near the very end) of a massive and prophetic revelation, more
mysteries unveiled, including the unveiling of the six, six, six.
CONTEMPORARY ERA
Three days of this morbid amalgamation of
torments had not passed when, fiercely and with no seismic warning from anyone,
and as if by a nod from God, the entire planet began to jerk and wobble radically in her
heavenly course, resulting in abrupt and violent eruptions of old and new volcanoes,
newborn hurricanes, divers earthquakes; and,
significant lengths of tectonic plates in less than seconds heaved as if see-sawing one-end-up ten to
twenty miles into the skies and against
all forces of nature, crashing viciously back to their rumbling cavity, hurling and mashing mankind against, beneath, inside, and
outside all near objects—and more super fires.
———
FACT:
In the United States of America, in England, in Canada, in
Mexico, in South America, in every continent, island, and sea of this eternal
planet of life, even as the writer of this tale is writing this, there are multiple thousands of graves
wherein the relatives believe lay their
deceased loved one.
———
Disclaimer:
The
writer of this tale may not always agree with all the thoughts,
opinions, words, or deeds of characters found
within its text.
———
The rules of
punctuation seem to change at least every century.
Excuse the writer if his
appear a dash archaic. Thank you.
———
“Yeah, why, I
told him parts of his writing offended me. He said if his writing didn’t offend
anyone or encourage criticism, debate, and commentary for the rest of eternity,
he apparently wasn’t doing his job efficiently enough. He might have said effectively.
What can I say.”
“… … … …?”
“No, he told me
you have to read it like Shakespeare. If you skip a word or a paragraph, even a
section that seems boring, you can’t solve the next mystery, or you could lose
an important part to the entire theme. But he expected his book to offend half
the population of this out-of-control planet of ours and added that if every prayer ever prayed to God were answered
immediately, less than a tenth of the population of this planet would be
here today. I’m not sure what he meant; tried to think of it both ways.”
“… … …—”
“But listen. What
if he’s right? And he told me that the only reason
your primary care doctor had your kidney removed was because your
doc—Here…I’ll hold the phone near my tape recorder…His primary care doctor or surgeon didn’t know jack squat about how to
repair kidneys. And his primary care doctor or surgeon didn’t know anybody in
the world, who knew jack squat about how to repair kidneys.
“… … … … …
… … … … … …?”
“Well, certainly,
he called them a bunch of losers. But here’s the big one. He told me to ask you
to answer two questions, but not like you hated someone: ‘Why are you alive?’
and, ‘Why do you want more money than
you need?’ Serious answers, now.”
“… … … …,
…?”
“No, just you.”
“…? …? … … … … …
…, … … … ….”
“Thanks. Talk
with you later.”
———
IGNORANCE OF THE LAW IS NO EXCUSE
To all souls, May 5,
1993:
IF FROM THIS DATE FORTH (though you will find that this novel
contains many real names, but not all, of
persons alive or dead, authentic places, and bona fide events) you
read even a word of this novel or have someone or something—electronic or otherwise—read or transmit or communicate
this novel to you or to one or more of your natural senses or a friend, relative, or legal counsel, you have
automatically accepted and consented to the license agreement contained
herein, to wit hereafter: I the
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herein-named entities and/or principles, to
wit hereafter: the publishing company and/or publishing companies,
distributor and/or distributors, and/or the like or the publisher and/or publishers
or the publisher’s and/or publishers’ staff or family, distributor and/or
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the writer of these pages or the writer’s staff or family or the writer’s business associate and/or business associates,
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I am reading and/or listening to and/or feeling—if in Braille or like medium—material from these pages at my own free
will and of my own volition and at my
own risk for the sole value of entertainment.
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COLLECTIVE, READERS’) STATEMENT:
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communication and those not yet invented,
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restrained by definite limits or restrictions or structure) for all time to
come.
VERY IMPORTANTLY:
Concerning names, places, or events, which sound,
read, and/or are similar to names, places, or events used in the body of
this novel (names, places, or events that
might actually exist or have existed somewhere in the world but have no
relevance to material found within the body of this novel, except possibly for
real estate and celebrities) are, as defined by law: coincidences, and possibly nothing else.
IGNORANCE OF THE LAW IS NO EXCUSE
———
ALTHOUGH his testimony shall gather the dust
of the earth and all the stars of heaven dutifully forever, a priest, a
preacher, a pastor—could be all three of these, could be one—a councilor, an
evangelist, an expounder of Biblical phrases—could be all three of these, could
be one—shall cast his testimony to the devils that are upon said deed ordained to be heaved into the abyss of eternal
darkness, and the devils, to folk who are forever to be burned.
———
PRELUSION
THE WRITING OF THIS NOVEL
began long before the year of our Lord, Jesus Christ, nineteen hundred and
ninety-three. Many of its principles and themes were gleaned from the writer by
many and, since before this novel’s inception, were commented upon, to small or
considerable degrees, by the same many. This story is now, however, being seen,
heard, or felt—through means of various media instrumentality by approximately
one billion persons, or more, just and unjust, throughout the civilized (?)
world.
Narrative sentences and paragraphs contained within the body of this novel may
often seem long and complex. The writer therefore (for the sake of achieving a
more exciting momentum within the telling) has endeavored to punctuate and to
employ conjunctions, which (though on occasion may seem to the reader rather
excessive, old-fashioned, futuristic, as well, or altogether primitive) should
allow the lengthier sentences to be read with greater clarity and may often
stimulate a rhythmical, even a musical,
sensation within the heart of the reader. Moreover, it is often declared inaccurately that the speediest
reading formats result in a less polluted understanding of content.
There may be those who say, at times, that the composition of
punctuation herein employed is often laborious or tedious to the reader and may
be said to repel the intellectual and the learned. Yet, this work is also for
the humble of pride, the once referred-to as commoner, the once referred-to as homeless. Barring assessment of the
intellect of the man, woman, or child doing
the reading, in spite of strange garnishing set upon a dinner plate, the
empty-of-stomach but in possession of sensible mental faculty will always
consume the whole.
Please do not form a judgment against this work,
from what you have heard from others.
Evaluate it from what you read for yourself,
but only after you read all of this novel,
at which point, fairness would perhaps evolve.
Thank you
Bewaring:
FREQUENTLY brief segments of this novel, because of the
employment of certain forces unfamiliar to the majority of story lovers (story
lovers of all ages) will seem horror-ridden and repulsive to the weak of heart,
mind, or both, and to those who suffer from various superstitions or vivid
imaginations pertaining to the dominion of death; and, for starters, death is
indeed a dominion—a very evil dominion, though escapable—in real time.
Nevertheless, as
one compassionate and enduring writer of long ago once wrote: “An optimistic
reader of a novel, with but vague knowledge of its contents must, to proceed
confidently to its conclusion, possess the courage of a starving lion.
Contrarily, if a reader of opposing character cannot handle an intensity in a
body of text found within a novel, the reader must remove him or herself
promptly from the manuscript. Mentally and physically, abandonment is traditionally the safer, but not always the wisest, alternative.”
———
Disclaimer:
The
writer of this tale might not always agree with all the thoughts, opinions, words, or deeds of characters found
within its text.
Similarities
pertaining to a number of people, places, or things found within this novel are purely coincidental, or
probably a fact.
———
END OF
PRELUSION
———
†††
YEAR 3378 BC
—THE, CONTINENT
SATAN NO LONGER STOOD OR WALKED under his own nefarious volition; and, in this cloudless world (for
the LORD GOD, as it is written, having reprimanded His Adam verbally for having
listened to his wife, Eve, and not unto the Lord, had ordained Adam to return
to this world to till this ground whence good Adam was formed), for six hundred
years man had begotten sons and daughters; and, in the six hundred and
twenty-second year from the falling away of Adam the formed soul, a baby child
was born into this world.
Time proved the child both wise and
prudent and, thereby, his people named the lad Enoch.
In this virtually unspoiled and timeless
world, young Enoch’s generation was the seventh from Adam (who was a son of
God) and Adam’s wife, Eve, a scion of
Adam. This virtually unspoiled and timeless world had to be inhabited by Eve
and re-inhabited by Adam: a son of God, and Adam’s was the first generation.
Adam was yet alive in this world, and good
Enoch, from his fundamental youth and throughout his unrestricted manhood, wandered the earth of this
virtually unspoiled and timeless world.
Wrapped carefully about
Enoch’s powerful loins was nothing more than a beaten leatherwork; and the
smooth skin of a lamb hung loosely over his right shoulder. Garments were not
of his simple tastes, the coverings of feet likewise. For himself, in the warm,
cool, or the chill of those ancient nights, spread hides to lie beneath were
also not of a need; for Enoch would lay his sparsely mantled body into the tall
grasses or leaves, on the floor of an igneous cave, or beneath a shrub, moist
or dry, or the cold loam of winter, and rest himself effortlessly upon the
changing Earth and find comfort. Grateful for his life, austere as it was, as
he relaxed himself into his sleep, for his peace, Enoch would guilelessly thank
his absolute Gods.
Enoch’s skin was hard and rough. His
open-aired life and raw environment had turned the hue of his granite-like,
slightly hunched-over but muscular body to a rusty tint of light orange. The legions of dark, arcing
hairs bristling thickly upon his mortal flesh were coarse and stiff, pasted thinly with powdery dust from the
dried morning dew or the dampness of the soil. Clusters of fine hairs growing
from the top, bottom, and sides of Enoch’s thick ears fountained outward and
away from their sinewy edges, flowing quickly into a soft descent to the upper
shallows of his broad, rounded shoulders. His forehead was prominent, his
bearded jaw wide; and, with a sharp stone, he carved off his lengthy toenails
and fingernails, and cut the falls of his frontal hairs when they reached to
the middle of his nose. Enoch was an ancient man in an ancient land, in a very,
very ancient age.
Nonetheless, Enoch was a man of remarkable
peace, ordering his frequented paths prudently by every eye-catching sign set
into his days by the benevolent hand of his absolute Gods. The strength or
direction of gusts hidden in the wind, birds fighting over a carcass, his
dreams, no different from a tree fallen across a path, would guide his every
move. To Enoch, though a fearless man, everything had its own language and
spoke a message when told to by the absolute Gods. From the crashing of a
rain-loosened boulder plummeting down the side of a mountain, to beasts of the
forest, howling for their mate, to the murmuring churning of a brook, to the
very sounds denoting passage—trouble-free or challenging—beneath his treading
feet; to Enoch, everything had its own language and spoke a message when told
to by the absolute Gods. Moreover, Enoch was wise in the habits of Heaven, and
he learned to love the sun. The great light of day dipped south, and
fowl of the air, as if guided by a prophet, and; Enoch, accompanied by his wife, their children, among them Methuselah,
followed for new and genial comforts. When the great light of day rose zealously
to the north, Enoch, followed by family, returned to his birthright.
Enoch was wise in the ways of the Earth,
and a builder of all his necessities—as he required them. Still, in those
ancient days, as Enoch wandered the land, he would call upon the name of his
absolute Gods and daily thank them for his peace.
WHEN ENOCH had entered the three hundred and eighth year
of his
primitive life, Adam died. Informed practically at once through their elementary but effective methods of
communication, the people of the land, yet unblemished or unnaturally bent in
their flesh and bone through sin or iniquity, came and mourned, trying to
reason by what means or who made Adam to cease. Good Abel was slain hundreds of years
ago, Cain was wrinkled and disfigured
and now viewed by others as physically cursed in his flesh by the Gods of
Enoch; but no bruise or flaw lay bare upon good Adam. Consequently, Enoch wept
in confusion, for he was meek and of a pure heart.
FIFTY-SEVEN years after the death of Adam, in the midst of
Enoch’s curious travels throughout the Earth, a mighty wind arose from the dust
at his feet. Coiling upward, even unto the top of Enoch’s head, the twisting
funnel caught him up and carried him swiftly into the low heavens and into an
array of brilliantly flashing mists. Enoch wholly vanished, and his meager garments fell unnoticed, drifting and
tumbling freely through the air, downward from his abrupt departure, and landed flat upon the earth.
As
he came forth of his mother’s womb,
naked
shall he return to go as he came,
and
shall take nothing of his labour,
which he
may carry away in his hand
Enoch — was gone — from the field.
His generations had watched from a far
distance, but in awe and dismay, confounded by their own reeling and unsure
vision, for, the patriarch Enoch was gone. Groveling low in the dust of the
earth, scratching clods of ground into their quivering fists and sprinkling the dirt
onto the top of their head, bewailing this eerie sight, they began more humbly to fear the absolute Gods of whom Enoch
often spoke.
Now, Enoch’s kindred were cognizant of
three trails existing within their mortal domain by which to leave behind the
living of this world: murder, as with Cain and Abel—that was the first; lying
down and simply ceasing to move, as in Adam the day he surrendered his breath
and labored no further; and now this new wonder: to be raised into the heavens
by the hand of the Unseen.
And
Enoch walked with God:
and he
was not;
for God
took him
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