Wednesday, April 2, 2014

Where Havon Begins



A version of what is below was printed in an undergrad magazine at Bethel University in 2004-2005.  We edited it thoroughly, but I felt like some of the story was lost.  Since I have put a great deal of work into Havon and been through a lot more education and life experiences.  Never the less, this is where it all began.  I originally wrote this after a personal experience with spiritual warfare.  I did not quite understand it at the time, but I have come to know that principalities and powers are far greater than any physical strength.  I have also learned that prayer can move mountains.  Below, you will find what moves me.  This is the beginning.  Enjoy...

Rev. 12:1    A great portent appeared in heaven: a woman clothed with the sun, with the moon under her feet, and on her head a crown of twelve stars.  2 She was pregnant and was crying out in birthpangs, in the agony of giving birth.  3 Then another portent appeared in heaven: a great red dragon, with seven heads and ten horns, and seven diadems on his heads.  4 His tail swept down a third of the stars of heaven and threw them to the earth. Then the dragon stood before the woman who was about to bear a child, so that he might devour her child as soon as it was born.  5 And she gave birth to a son, a male child, who is to rule all the nations with a rod of iron. But her child was snatched away and taken to God and to his throne;  6 and the woman fled into the wilderness, where she has a place prepared by God, so that there she can be nourished for one thousand two hundred sixty days. 

 
Prologue

            Welcome to Havon--where good and evil are quite real.  Where God and Satan live out there battleground and where you and I fight for the side we worship.  It is here the spiritual realm and the worldly realm collide into one and we begin to see what we were never meant to see.  This is where Angels and Demons collide to bring peace—or complete anarchy—to our world.  But Havon is not so far away.  No, Havon is real.  I did not imagine it.  Some people see it, but some people are blind.  Let me tell you for sure, I have seen it.  Havon is real; I believe it.

*****

Her veil blew off her face as the wind caught a hold of the frail piece of cloth.  Her face was cut, bruised, and bleeding from the battle that raged outside the church’s walls - from the battle that raged in her mind.  The church would bring safety for her if she sought it out.  Yet the weight the evil had brought upon her was too much.  She had to take those final steps - crawl up them if she must - but she had to get into the church.  For the evil ones were after her.  This woman was the key.
            The sanctuary doors opened in front of her and she stumbled inside the church.  With every motion her physical wounds were shown.  With every last bit of strength her soul cried out for the deliverance she desperately desired.  She did not know what deliverance would bring - she did not know how to find it - she just knew it had to come.

            The evil ones came to the doors and swarmed outside of the church.   They had to proceed - but they couldn’t - not into the sanctuary. 
            A trumpet sounded from the distance and the two came.  They came to the church and landed in front of the doors - each massive in size, stature, and wingspan.  There were swords drawn ready to stop the evil ones in their tracks.  Michael and Gabriel watched and waited. 
            Then he came.  A sole existence came forward.  His body shaded by the dark soul he hid deep within—His eyes red from the effect of the one that controlled him.  
            He was Lucipher incarnate, he was Evil.  He, Luscious Aramous, would not be kept from her.  She bared the child.  The child that must be killed.  Luscious pointed towards the angels and spoke, but when he spoke with several voices; One of a snake, one of a human, one of a demon, and the others indistinguishable, but entirely noticeable. 
            “She will be mine!”
            They were at first few, enough for the angels to take, enough for Michael and Gabriel to control.  But then the rest came.  They appeared from the darkness within Luscious; they were churned from the hate stirring inside him.  What began as few ended in legions.  A massive army.  The massive black horde came at the angels.  The angels would not win this battle.  And if this battle was lost, Havon would fall.  The child had to be born.  He was the Chosen One.  He was the Messiah. 
            She fell on the pulpit.  The Holy Priest looked down on her.  She looked up to meet his gaze.  Her eyes met with his eyes of kindness - of love.  “May the prayers of the saints protect us, for you have come…You, who have been impregnated by no man, but by He who loves.  You who are deceived, broken by the evil around you.  You can not see, but He does.”  Her tears fell on the Priest’s shoes as a sea of darkness consumed her.

*****

            Havon, though, did not begin here.  No there is much more one needs to know.  There is much more that needs to be said.

            Lucipher, the Prince of Worship had begun to idolize himself.  He felt he was higher then others and therefore rebelled against the Creator. 
Or did you all ready know? 
Did you know that Luciphor and his followers were cast down from Heaven?  You see; this is what began the process that would eventually create Havon.  The mere fact that Lucipher, or Satan, was cast from Heaven was because of his worship. 
What do we worship?
For if it isn’t of the Creator, it is of the prince – Lucipher - Satan.  It is the things of this world.  I don’t care if you believe me, in fact, I expect you not too.  I care that you would listen to these words.  You must know about Havon.

*****

They walked hand in hand unaware of their nakedness.  Only aware of love.  Only aware of their surroundings; trees that were taller than any regular human eye could see; fruit bigger then our hands with protein more abundant then any worldly meat. 
There was only two; a man and a woman embraced by love itself—Grace the Creator. 
Yet there was one tree.  One forbidden fruit where the fallen one thrived.  The two had been warned - the two had been restricted from the tree.  Yet the fallen one was determined.  He had to get control of what Grace created.  He had to create Havon. 
He called out to the woman and persuaded her with his slithery voice.  Waiting. Silently.  Ready to byte.  She took the forbidden fruit, hesitated, and then bit into the luscious red apple.  She then handed it to the male, standing there, waiting.  He then took the fruit while the woman watched him as he took a byte.  The fallen one took his own; not of the apple though, but a bite out of the souls of the man and woman he had just deceived.  And so it was that the man and woman fell - they choose a life without and Havon was further formed.


*****

The angels held fast.  The claws and teeth of the demons dug into the angels flesh. They could not fight back - they only had to protect.  They couldn’t fight back because of doubt.  Doubt of the one who carried Him.  She had to believe - they would continue to be scarred until she believed. 
The Holy Priest kneeled down in front of the woman.  “My dear daughter - my very own sister, why do you cry?  Why do you worry?  Why do you fear?  The one you bare is the one this world desperately needs!”
“Why me priest?  I can not hold this burden.  Evil pursues me, it over rules my desire to serve; I can not do this!”
“You can do the exact things that you are given to do.  No more, no less.  Just believe in the one you carry and all things will be forgiven.  He is the one we all seek.  He is the Messiah.”
“Immanuel, The Chosen One?  This is what I bare?”
“You and your husband, both of you bare this burden.  The child is no burden, but a blessing.  He will set you free.”  She looked up at the Holy Priest.  Her blood shot eyes revealing her pain; revealing her weakness.  “Just believe.”
“I shall trust in what I do not understand.”

*****

He fell to his knees.  What travesty!  What a mockery!  His own bride impregnated by another man.  How could she?!  He who would die when he found him.  And he would find him.  He ripped his clothes.  His tears fell down his cheeks.  Fire burned deep within his soul; hate for his wife, loathing for the one who had done this to his wife.  All the while ready to disown the only one he had ever loved. 
They came from above.  They came to releave his pain, comfort him, and to meet his needs.  He appeared to the man in the form of one; in a form the man would respond to.  “I swear to you, no adultery was committed, but the One who created you has impregnated her by my Spirit.”
“This can not be true…”
“Believe it, or she and the son will be lost.  The Messiah, Jehovah, the Son will never make it from the womb.”  He had no choice.  He had to believe.  He had to trust this angel.  So he believed.  And so he prayed.

*****

The voices began to echo through the skies.  The demons scattered.   Luscious face became disfigured, his chance was falling away.  Both of his arms came up and the masses came.  They came from the earth, they came from the depths of hell ready to destroy the angels, ready to overcome any good that still stood.  There were only two-left standing; Gabriel and Michael; each torn down to their bones, each ready to fall.
Luscious ran forward and battered into the two angels.  As he did so the legions of demons circled around behind Luscious and impacted the angels at the exact same time Luscious collided into them.  The two angels fell through the doors revealing the woman and the Holy Priest.

The Holy Priest watched as the sanctuary doors opened.  He could see Luscious walk through the doors ready for whatever force would keep him from the woman and the unborn child.  The Holy Priest lifted his hand towards Luscious.  “You have no hold in the presence of the Grace.  You have no claim in the house of God.” 
“You can not control me preacher.  No one controls me!”  His hands raised with palms forward.  The demons flew in and came up under Luscious’ hands.  They came forth picking each pew up and threw them up in the sky.
The Holy Priest fell to the ground.  “Father in Heaven, save us!”

Michael and Gabriel simultaneously grabbed their swords from the ground they had lifted from.  As they did light came down from the Heavens shining down on the angels renewing them of their strength.  Then the light pierced the sanctuary and the angels appeared in front of the demons.  Light admitted from each sword blinding the demons and taking Luscious’ control away from the rule he had over each of his followers.  The demons turned and fled in every direction.  
With the woman’s last bit of strength she looked up at the Holy Priest.  “I believe.”  Her head dropped to the floor.  Angels appeared out of nothing to surround her, catching her head before it actually hit the floor.  The light now fixed upon her body.  But the light was no longer coming from the Heavens, but from this woman.  The light pierced the angels around her.  Each began to sing praises.  Each falling to their knees in worship.  The Son was glorified, knowing that the Creator had given His own another chance to change the world. 

*****


So, do you believe what I write?  For this, all though not the beginning of man, is the beginning of the Son of man. This is Havon.  A world in between the spiritual realm and ours.  Where we have the ability to control whether angels have the strength to defeat the principalities of this present darkness.  I do not actually believe you are ready to trust me.  I do not actually believe that we’re even ready to read about such power.  But now that you have read about it, are you truly ready not to believe me?


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