CONTINUED FROM PART
2……………………………
Despite our secession,
The Elyon still sent His emissaries for peace talks and when that was to no
avail, He came Himself and it was on one of those visits that he cut off a part
of his heart to show He was ready to allow harmony reign at all costs. I had
never seen so much blood, so much love, and so much commitment and could not
turn my back on such an extravagant display even though my fellow citizens
trampled on the sacrifice and spat on it. I followed Him to Planet Haven to be
adopted as a son.
Then I was taken to
Nicodemus lab where I was given a bloodbath and reconstituted. Injected with
the DNA materials of The Elyon through a baptismal infusion with His serum and
fed with pure milk from the many breasted dairies of Shaddai, the old “Reedy
Adam” gave way to new “Rock Christos” a Super Soldier who joined the platoon of
the DCC Light Forces. Parakletos was involved in the whole new birth process
and two things he always drummed into my ears during the initiation were
“Whatsoever is born of Elyon overcomes the cosmos” and “He that is me is
greater than he that is in the cosmos”….……then the world went black. I came to with life with those words ringing in my ears like a million bells, gently eased out of my wrecked ship and tried to orient myself with my surroundings. Weak and groggy, having lost a lot of blood, out of the corners of my eyes, I saw the “fallen ones” converging on me like hyenas on a wounded lion.
Thankfully my wireless
was still intact and I sent an SOS to the “Throne” (seat of Haven’s security
headquarters). “Agent Rock supplicating, I need Elyon’s hand”. This hand was an
intangible transcendental mantle that released from the Throne gives superhuman
strength (this was what enabled Elijah out-run the chariot of Ahab effortlessly).
It was released upon me before I even saw the eagle that delivered it.
I became a living
weapon, a battle axe and ran through their troops, teeth gritted, eyes in
slits, nothing was going to stand before my destiny, and nothing was going to
stop my enlargement, especially not these suckers!Remembering the clips shown of Eleazer the son of Dodo during my training in the war room, where his hand stuck to his sword when he had to fight a garrison of Philistines, my Glocks became living extensions of me. I shot, sprayed, spurted, belched and lobbed (the “ark” grenades) death from my hands. Their heads fragmented like spoilt water melons and rotten tomatoes. I was like a fox that had been released into a coop of chickens; they fled before me except their most stout hearted who paid dearly for their bravery. I was quick on the draw, it’s either that or death. In the wilderness of Judea that was how the firstborn amongst our brethren was able to defeat the prince of the fallen ones.
“Agent Rock, it does
not have to come to this, we can settle our differences amicably”. There she
was again, still looking so irresistible. This woman had my number and once
more my guard came down and in a shot, I saw stars, and they were not those
lining the Milky Way. I know an Agent of Light is allowed to fall seven times
and rise again but two times in quick succession is ridiculous!
…I woke to the drip of
water in a dank, dark dungeon with my hands tied behind my back. I saw the silhouettes of four of the fallen
ones. I got to know their names as Shortee, Blues, Doubtfire and Lusty, my
nemesis. The fallen ones are wily ones; if they can make you change your confession then they have one up on you. They started working on me slowly, asking me what I want, promising to spare me if I can give up the key since they could not find it where it was hidden but I stuck to my confession like a limpet to a rock.
Shortee was the meanest of them all, a well known terrorist, he is short and squat with deep scars running down his face like he had battled a couple of wounded leopards. He had body odour and a breath like the smell from the pits of “abaddon”. Boy, the dude is ugly! His job was to bomb gold reserves, storage silos and cripple economies of the Light forces. He hated prosperity with a passion. “ whatever your name is, give me the key and tell me you want death and I will dispatch you fast, if not I will make you feel so much pain that you would think the universe is only made up of agony” he said, releasing rank, fetid fumes into my nostrils.
I looked at him and
shouted, “Enlargement”. I was going to keep up this confession and never give
up the key or die in the process. That made the guy so mad that he struck me on
the face over and over with the butt of his gun. However, that did not make me
waver, I remembered the first scroll of the key said to sing and I started
belting out albeit hoarsely “……no limits, no boundaries, I can see increase all
around me….”. That got them so riled they descended on me like locusts on a
fruitful orchard but I kept singing even when my whole body was a mass of hurts
and my whole voice was gone. I just kept singing!
Blues was a mean
bugger, a pharmacological expert who dealt with chemicals which affected ones
spirit and made you depressed. He injected some of his stuff into me, figuring
if my spirit became low, I would give up more easily. However, I remembered
when we were building the walls of Salem and were making no progress to the
point that we all got discouraged, Capt. Nehemiah our platoon leader had told us
that “the joy of Elyon was our strength”. Even though I was shivering with all
that stuff in my system, I kept screaming “ENLARGEMENT” until I completely lost
my voice.
Doubtfire was the dude
we are most wary off, sleek and as slippery as a greased eel, his job was to
steal and poison faith supplies. The Light forces lived by faith, special bread
that was made from floury words from the kitchens of Elyon. So long we have our
rations, we can survive anywhere but exhaust them, and survival becomes very
remote even in the most conducive environment. I had stuffed myself with enough
supplies in the word worlds, so Doubtfire could not affect me in any way. I
kept shouting “enlargement” even when they whacked me in the mouth over and
over again until it was only bubbles of blood and saliva that came out when I
said “enlargement”.
Lusty sashayed towards
me all radiant and brilliant (her beauty incongruous in such ugly surroundings),
lifted my jaw with a finger softer than velvet and surrounded my space with her
breath and fragrances that seem to waft from Eden’s best blooms. It was such a
welcome relief from the terrible odour Shortee had inundated me with. In that
sweet voice of hers, she asked, “are you sure you are not mistaken Rocky
darling, would you not rather have entanglement instead of enlargement” and
winked at me. I spat out enlargement and stained her pristine white suit that
looked whiter than pure driven snow. She was enraged and slapped me viciously. “We
will see about that" she said. I was in a tight spot and needed help desperately so with my thumb I depressed a button on my belt that triggered off “Chesed” alarm bells in the “Throne”. I passed out and came to and passed out again! The pain these guys meted out was excruciating beyond the solar system.
Suddenly there was an explosion accompanied by blinding light and the Light Forces prime agent “Jesse Christos”, appeared, right on time. He had a reputation of NEVER BEING LATE TO THE RESCUE!
While the fallen ones
were stunned, he freed me and both of us in synchronized unison unleashed our
wrath on the enemy. He took out three of them; I have never seen faster
shooting all my life even though I was one of the best. If not for the
prevailing circumstances, I would have stood and gaped unendingly. I tripped
and while looking out for me, Lusty shot Him with one of their hellish
submachine guns. He fell and I took the Glock from his hand and pumped a bullet
into her forehead. As she died, I realized she was an illusion. She changed to
her real form, wizened and old with a face more ugly than medusas with hair
made of writhing serpents. I kept shooting until all their hissing was no more.
The bullets caught
Agent Jesse on the head, hands, feet and side and blood gushed out like an
eternal fountain. I was dying because I had lost a lot too and the faithose in
my blood was almost gone. He brought out an intravenous set and infused me with
the last of His blood, also gave me the last bit of loaf from His ration. I had
never felt such life giving communion; He gave up His life for me, shed His
blood for me. On the battle fields of
life, there is no greater love than this, that a man would lay down his life
for a friend. As He died, he told me, “remember the words of Elyon, Agent, on this
rock, I will build my forces and the gates of hell would not prevail against
it”! I wept, broken, amazed, and stunned beyond belief!
EPILOGUE
I was on my way to
Paradisia for vacation in my new cruiser “Rehoboth” (the newest in the
enlargement series). As I sipped on chilled Chapman and looked into the eyes of
Lillypie my wife and frolicked with Neil and Christy my children, Joy and peace
suffused me. The key of revelation actually opened the doors of enlargement,
even expansion into galaxies never imagined and what an experience it has been.
It unlocked a chain reaction of miraculous possibilities, AD2013 what a year!
What's more, after
three days in Raphas intensive care unit, Agent Jesse rose from the dead
(apparently he was only unconscious when I thought he was dead) and is back to
His station on the Throne.
For the enlargement
haters and slanderers, especially those that are so riled up about “Rehoboth”,
all I have to say is that if you did not see my travails or my seeds, please do
not envy my harvest. As I closed my eyes to nap, the words that came to mind
are “……..HE THAT ENDURETH TO THE END SHALL BE
SAVED”!!!!!THE END!
© 2013 Ekpo Ezechinyere
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