The Sacred And The Profane by Rabbi Desiree R. Ntolo (story books for 5 year olds .TXT) 📕

decision, he said: “Your free will starts here. All of you shall vote and choose which of the two of us, myself or Lucifer, you support. You heard what we both had to say.”
‘Elections were therefore held. Two thirds of the people voted for Yahweh and a third voted for Lucifer. So Yahweh won. Lucifer ferociously angry at loosing again against his enemy Yahweh, called his followers to war. His decision was that they should kill Yahweh and do away with his rule over them as he stopped them from realizing their dreams of becoming gods.’
‘That War, which did not involve just the population of one world but of whole Galaxies, was a horrible one; and Lucifer lost.’
‘The reasonable thing to do was to take away a third of powers with which Lucifer and his followers were endowed. They were chased from our Galaxy, never to return; and were allowed to live in this Galaxy of the Milky Way, but not to have human bodies, and neither with power and knowledge to create any as golems.’
‘Every single being that existed and was born after that time in our Home world was to be subjected then to the ‘Test of Salvation Through Transmigration’. And that is why the Humanoid Creation expeditions began.’
‘Adam was thus created out of Earth, Water, Fire and Earth; a perfect biological robot or golem, with everything you all know that composes the human body. And that was the Divine way of first creating Man, because in that way, he came with God within himself. That is always we had to use our genetic materials for the creation. But as we have already said, he was not an adult when thus created; he was created as a baby of less than a year old.’
‘Then Yahweh, who was with us during that expedition, gave a transfusion of his own blood to the robot or golem. With blood running in its veins, the robot lost the cadaveric clay-like complexion of its skin, while its heart was started up, and began to beat. Genetic material was immediately taken from the newly created child, and through manipulation in our lab, Eve was created, being made to grow as an embryo in one of our incubation machines.’
‘Yahweh, our leader had performed mouth to mouth resuscitation on Adam as soon as he was created, thus at the same time, he insufflated part of his own soul and spirit into Adam to give him real humanoid sentience. That way all human beings share the breath of life and the blood and part of the soul and power of their Creator perpetuated through birth.’
‘And that was the fool proof way we ensured that Lucifer, Leviathan, Satan and Belial with their cohorts could not use an empty human body to place themselves in, in order to live naturally on Earth and find the way back to the grace they had lost. They can only possess bodies but even the possessed are still inhabited by a soul and spirit from God.’
‘That therefore in great detail, is how events happened and it is the true account. Those who will get the story of the young man from France should very well consider the facts related here, before they make a final decision and choice. We too wished to give our side of the story. It is up to you now to make up your own minds. One final thing: Adam was different in that he talked within six months of being created.’
‘Now we shall stop for now. Come tomorrow to the cocoa plantation as usual, and we shall continue with our story from where we left when Adam and his wife listened to Lucifer and the Fallen Watchers.’
‘If it seems to you there to have been a repetition here, it was deliberate. You will understand when you get acquainted with the story of the Man from France. We insist that you give this repletion in full as it explains in detail what I had only broached on earlier in this message; and here our story today ends.’

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Well, such a long speech! I began reflecting on what I had just heard, and fell asleep soon after saying my bedtime prayer, not even knowing whether I had understood everything or not.
The following morning was December the 17th. I got up and stepped outside, and reflected about how my life had been turned upside down during the last three days. Everything now seemed unreal. I wondered how people could very simply go about their businesses, not knowing that every day I had been meeting and conversing with people from other Galaxies.
A young man on a bicycle stopped outside our house and stepped down. He went into the house and told my grandmother that my mother had sent a message that she would be coming to stay for a few days.
That spelt trouble for me. One thing that I did not want was the house full of my brothers and sisters. It would no longer be easy to slip away and go to my meetings without being followed by at least one or two children.
I just hoped that I would have the rest of the message before they came. Somehow I knew that my mother intended to spend Christmas with us. ‘Please God, let it be before the twenty second of December, that way they would not stay long.’ I prayed.
When morning came, I was almost shaking with excitement and barely ate. I told my grandmother that I needed to go for a walk at the cocoa plantation; and amazingly she made no objection even then. I took my set of keys and left, after asking her not to follow me because I wished to be alone.
Besides, it seemed that there were going to be some sort of general meeting in the village late in the day, which she wished to attend. And she wanted to be back from the farm in time for the beginning of the meeting. So I was reassured that she would not be tempted to follow me. I arrived at the farm at 10 o’clock in the morning, just as the shiny space vessel appeared.

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CHAPTER FOUR

Again, I calmly stood waiting for the space vessel to come closer and for the door to open. This was done and the same two beings that usually welcomed me appeared, standing in the same order as they did the day before; and looking just as solemn. I greeted them in the Essene manner, this time smiling and feeling quite calm, as I now trusted them.
The ladder was lowered and I climbed up. We went through the same round of rituals passing along the curbing corridor to the same room where the woman and her companions waited. After we had sat down and were secured in our seats, the vessel shot up, following the same trajectory as the day before. Then as they were maneuvering to descend on Mount Cameroon, a signal flashed at one of the buttons near the large (TV) screen.
The woman pointed a small pen-like device at it and a view of Mount Cameroon appeared on which there were people climbing the mountain. She even brought the view in close-up and I could see that it were White people, dressed in shorts and tee shirts with climbing shoes and full climbing equipment, with rolls of strong ropes.
These were probably some of the tourists who regularly go round climbing mountains in Africa and around the world. They were accompanied by two Cameroonian guides, who both also seemed to be very experienced climbers and were also dressed like them.
It was quite amazing to see these people in such close-up, since the vessel was so high up that I doubted the climbers could even see it.
The ‘Brown’ man in our company whispered a few words and the vessel immediately shot back up into the sky towards another direction.
After what seemed like only five minutes the sides of the vessel became transparent again and I saw us just landing on a flat desert landscape at the shade of a huge sand dune.
‘My God! Where on earth are we now?’ I exclaimed suddenly alarmed.
“It is alright” - replied the Black being – “we are still in Africa, further north to your country, here”. And he pointed at the screen on which an aerial view of Africa appeared.
“The Sahara desert? God, this is the very first time I have ever left Cameroon! The Sahara!’ I exclaimed and rushed to look at the paysage through the walls of the craft whose doors remained firmly closed.
Even though I knew that it was very hot outside, it remained comfortably cool inside. The transparency of the walls of the craft was withdrawn leaving it as it looked before. Then the ‘White’ being turned toward me:
‘Well we shall continue where we left yesterday. Did you access the message easily?’ He asked.
‘Yes, very captivating’. I said, smiling nervously.
“You shall find it easier as time goes by, and as you keep on accessing the messages. Now would you please follow me”?
He got up and so did I. But as the ‘Black’ Being who still looked very familiar to me made no attempt to follow us, I was very reluctant to follow the other one. When they all saw this, they seemed to converse telepathically, because he got up and said:
“Do not be afraid, I’ll be right there with you”. Then he got up and led the way and I followed, with the ‘White’ one closing behind.
They took me again to the same ‘operating couch’. One of the small Aliens who, I admit, rather frightened me a little, was already there. I did not like him coming near me and the others had probably read my mind again because the ‘White’ Being came and put the casket on my head. Even though I had guessed that it was the little alien who operated the ‘medical equipment, I was rather relieved that he did not do it while I watched. A prick on my wrists sent me into a profound sleep.
I awoke with the pretty diamond-eyed female ‘Being’ standing next to me. The most amazing thing was that I was standing up and in the room where we usually sat, not in the ‘operating theatre’.
I was confused and was wondering how I happened to be standing, up as I had just awakened from my sleep. And how did I get into this room? Did I walk or was I carried?
‘It is time for you to go, we shall meet again tomorrow at the same time’. She said, again handing me the same beverage I had already been given before. I looked around and the two Beings that had always been first to greet me got up on their feet and smiled, as I made no attempt to take the drink.
‘Drink it. It is to help your memory’, the ‘Brown’ being said.
I emptied the very sweet and minty drink in one long gulp as the sides of the craft became transparent. We had arrived back at my grandfather’s cocoa plantation.
I descended down the ladder turned round and took leave of them, saying: “Peace be with you.” “And with thee”, said the ‘Brown’ Being”.
I stepped back under the trees as the vessel went up. Then I walked back home at a very leisurely pace, looking at the ground and lost in my thoughts. People told me later that I had walked past them without replying to their greetings.
The truth is; I frankly do not remember hearing or even noticing them. All the time, I was preoccupied about the new installment of information that had again been