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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