Carol’s Writings

25 July 2017


A story has a beginning a middle and an end.  Go back to the beginning.
I found the beginning in the middle, hidden within a writing of an illustration of a son working with his father, as a master craftsman, in the depths of wisdom and in the fields of faith.  It has been recorded in Proverb 8

“The Lord possessed me at the beginning of His way,
Before His works of old.
I have been established from everlasting,

There were the treasuries of the tools of creation.
Huge glass vats that held the pillars of chemistry, – the gasses that formed the foundational ground of everything.
Envelopes of electronic particles, atoms,              that formed light and energy and sound.
Notebooks of formuli and equations that binded together into the measurements of numbers, that brought about order and knowledge, and understanding.
There were huge corridors for the four winds, that formed the pressure and temperatures, that directed the clouds that brought the rain, and announced the seasons.
From the beginning, before there was ever an earth
When there were no depths I was brought forth
When there were no fountains abounding with water
Before the mountains were settled,
Before the hills, I was brought forth;
While as yet He had not made the earth or the fields,
Or the primal dust of the world,
When He prepared the heavens, I was there,

When He drew a circle on the face of the deep,
When He established the clouds above,
When He strengthened the fountains of the deep,
When He  assigned to the sea its limit,
So that the waters would not transgress His command
When He marked out the  foundations of the earth,
Then I was beside Him as a master craftsman;

And I was daily His delight,
Rejoicing always before Him,
Rejoicing in His inhabited world,
And my delight was with the sons of men”

Now, Aeons ago, in the same fields of faith a story is told of a City bustling with the  living life of a story to be told.  Distant and indistinct are beings  emerging that will emerge in time to come.
Time was not yet made, so there is no chronological order.  Just a play on characters and event.  Yet, within the imagination of the Author, the scene is being set so that the story can be told of a revealing of the glories of the unknown City, and its own story in another aeon, in another time… a time yet to come, when the design was ready, the pattern perfected and names were given.  For every name will tell its own story in the new reality to come.

This City, in this other realm, was populated by many many angelical beings, in fact a whole host of them.
The City was one of order, of beauty of justice and of peace.  It was often known as the city of Peace, or the kingdom of Righteousness.  There was a temple for worship and an Order of priests who attended to the worship patterns of the City.   There were libraries and archives that held the mysteries of wisdom. There were courts for rewards and books of registrations.   There were giant workshops that held the tools of creation.    Magnificent beings had been created to dwell and to take charge of the City.  Great and mighty, and magnificent beings, each tasked and assigned their roles in the story. There were hosts of hosts.  There were the created beings named Michael, Gabriel, Raphael, and Lucifer and others.   Lucifer renowned for his splendour and his gifted music on flute percussion and strings was highly regarded, and highly ambitious.
There was trade and kingdoms of wealth within the City .  There were provinces and mountains were the rulers met to converse.  There was no poverty and no crime, no want, no lack and all were content and went about their work and duties with willingness and diligence, and in peace.  It was a place of magnificent beauty, clean and pure, orderly and contentment.

Then one day a strange sign appeared.   It was a cataclysmic event.   All saw it and wondered what it meant.  The wise sages and priests of the City were prepared, but none the less held their breath in fear and trembling.  The murmured among themselves : “now the Christ and His kingdom will come”
The strange event unfolded to show a woman with a child, and a great dragon that roared fire. The dragon intimidated by the event set out to destroy the woman and her child.   But a great flood of waters swept the woman away to a place of safety.   The dragon knew it was only a matter of time when all was going to be revealed, exposed and played out in a more distinct manner.  So greatly disturbed and anxious by the event, the dragon went about the City inciting others to join him to set up a kingdom against the City and its Founder.   His ambition exposed, his pride revealed it was time to make his move to the top of the mountain of the north.   So the fierce rebellion occurred, but was put down by the angel Michael.
Defeated, the dragon was thrown out of the City and banished to a deep Pit,  in time to come, but for now he would be allowed to reign in the Space Time that was to be created for another story to be told.   He took with him captives from the Holy City.  Captives he would imprison, torment, hold ransom and use in a diabolic way to have his way and achieve the motivation of his driving desire – to be supreme ruler and to be worshipped by all.

Now, it was black, dark and empty and there was a long, long, long silence.  Then a faint stirring occurred, as if a gentle sign had gone out from somewhere, like a breath of a new birthling, a gentle whisper, or perhaps a delicate soft wind blowing, even a brooding or a hovering over the deep black dark long long silence. The silence persisted.

…to be continued