The Chronicles Of The Children Of Heaven: Volume 1

By Ted Gross

"It was an era when the beginning was at an end, and the end served as a beginning."
So writes Kitviel, the Keeper of The Chronicles Of The Children Of Heaven in his introduction.

Satan and his minions are determined to have their long awaited prize. The Angels are determined to thwart them. Plans within plans are prepared. Arch-Angels & Satan are involved in a war of great cunning. And Mankind is caught in the middle.

To prevent the coming of the dominion of the rule of darkness, Seth sets out on a dangerous journey. He seeks his long lost and banished brother, and then is determined to find the Cherubim knowing full well one wrong word will destroy him forever. Yet Seth instincitively knows this is the last chance of mankind to redeem itself.

Lilith watches and plans carefully. Satan remains assured of his prize. The Angels and Arch-Angels decide upon a defense. And upon the earth it is up to but one determined pair, Seth and Aklima to find the lost garden and change the future.

The Epic Fantasy "The Chronicles Of The Children Of Heaven" was originally written by the Meyal, Kitviel, who is a Sharret of Nogah. The series begins with Adam & Eve and continue until the Flood, (known as "The Great Deluge" to the Meyal). What takes place upon the Earth during these first years of Mankind's existence is the major concern of books within The Chronicles Of The Children Of Heaven. Subsequently the activities of the Meyal and the Techas, as well as the great confrontations and wars between them, is portrayed. Mankind must decide its own destiny or be ruled by the power of evil.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Ted Gross
• Release date: Mar 25, 2012
• ISBN: 9781476160764

Ted Gross

Ted Gross was born and raised in Manhattan, New York City and in 1978, moved to Israel, and currently resides in Jerusalem. In 2002, Ted as a reserve battlefield medic ended up in Jenin, and the battles that took place there became front-page news all over the world and the book (as of yet unpublished) "Three Weeks In Jenin" is a graphic experience of what was experienced in this village during that time. "Ancient Tales, Modern Legends" is a collection of short stories which were written over a period of many years Ted's love of the short story art-form is apparent in this book. His early reading was greatly influenced by I.B. Singer, O'Henry, Cheever and Vonnegut. He currently is working on the "Chronicles of the Children of Heaven" (a fantasy work) which the first Volume "A Tale That Is Told - Part 1" has been released on Kindle and in Paperback. A second collection of short stories is to be released as well. Over the years short stories by Ted have been published in various venues. "A Pot Of Gold" was recently published by Istoria Books (in their "Lunch Reads 4) with excellent reviews and is available on all electronic devices as well.

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The Chronicles Of The Children Of Heaven

Volume One—Part One

A Tale That Is Told

Originally Compiled, Recorded, & Narrated by:

Kitviel—Sharret of Nogah

Written By:

Ted William Gross

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To My Children

Amizorach, Avdiel, Aderet, Shalhevet, Elianna & Aviad

Life is truly A Tale That Is Told

Table Of Contents

Prologue – Keeper Of The Chronicles

Volume One - A Tale That Is Told

Part One - To Moisten The Earth

Chapter I - An Unexpected Summons

Chapter II - Beyond The Pargoud

Chapter III - Raziel’s Gifts

Chapter IV - The Ravens

Chapter V - The Tale Of The Unicorn

Chapter VI - The Heart of A Mother

Chapter VII - Saturnalia

Chapter VIII - The Eyes Of Naje

Chapter IX - Wings Of Air

Chapter X - To See Without Being Seen

Map Of The Known Lands

Chapter XI - Beyond Knowledge & Wisdom

Chapter XII - A Wandering Soul

Chapter XIII - Michael’s Gift

Chapter XIV - Star-Telling

Chapter XV - Magical Garments & Poisonous Bites

Chapter XVI - Plans Within Plans

Epilogue

Appendix #1 - The Revealed Knowledge Of The Beri

Prologue – Keeper Of The Chronicles

The order has been given. Being given it will be carried out. I have no free will. Neither am I subject to time. I am only able to fulfill the decree. I have no choice but to record. By recording I fulfill my purpose.

Such is the desire of He who created me.

Measured in time, this tale would be considered ancient. Yet, even the word, ancient, holds no meaning for me. Ancient implies the horrors of passing years. I know no such dread. Indeed, I have no conscious awareness of what the curse of time entails. Time is something I understand only as an affliction of humankind. For I am one of the Meyal. All the Children of Heaven - the Angels - as we are known upon the earth, are created Meyal. Some of us exist to fulfill many functions within the Heichals. Others, the majority, are created for the sole purpose of fulfilling specific tasks. Once that mission is fulfilled, the Meyal is Einnu. Einnu means that we simply cease to be. It is not death as Mankind understands it. We do not die, nor are we born. We are Meyal.

Strangely, I am not free of curiosity, and contrary to the common belief held among Mankind, the Meyal have emotions. Therefore, it does interest me to know why the command to prepare these Chronicles was given now; after so much has taken place. Gabriel, one of the four Irin, received the command from beyond the Pargoud. That fact, in and of itself, reveals much about the significance of these Chronicles. He, in turn, imparted the order to Metatron, one of the Panim, who then relayed it to me. The Chronicles of the Children of Heaven are to be prepared for the eyes of Man. That was all that was said.

It is enough.

My dwelling place is in the third Heichal. Heaven, humans call it. There are seven heavens, each with its own purpose. The third Heichal is known as Nogah, or the World of Light. All of the ten Sharret dwell here. The term Sharret in our language of Ishrit means those who serve. Our purpose is to bind Heichal and Adamah – Heaven and Earth - together. More than that I will not say here. Our place within these Chronicles comes later.

The preparation of these, The Chronicles of the Children of Heaven, is a task that befits the Meyal. It is as never-ending as the heartbeats of time. For just as the earth has its history, the Heichals and Hinnoms - the Heavens and Hells - have theirs as well. At times the histories converge; at other times they run parallel. All which happens within the Heichals and Hinnoms has consequences for the Adamah and Mankind; and some of what occurs within temporal existence has an effect upon us.

I have given long thought as to the exact point at which I should begin these Chronicles. Many of my brother Sharret feel that the Garden would be the most proper place to start. Yet that tale is known to Man, even if he chooses not to believe it. And despite Mankind’s growing disbelief in the unimaginable and unseen, there are many events that are not known nor even guessed at. We often tried, during the early time, to make Man aware of these occasions but to little avail. Arrogance blinds even those blessed with wisdom, and the heart of man has become impervious to our warnings.

Others have suggested to begin with the beginning. The beginning that had no other beginning before it. It is true that to appreciate these Chronicles one must also first comprehend how it all began. Even the Garden has its beginning, and so too, that which came before it.

Beginning from beginning from beginning.

Circles within circles within circles.

Until Eheyeh, the source of all.

The moment of thought; the moment when the Will became a command - should be our point of commencement. No other choice, difficult though this one may be, can make any sense. It is a sore trial, to describe the Mystery of Mysteries, especially since I, nor any of the other Meyal, had, as yet, been created.

I would, of course, fail in such an endeavor. Words can never describe the Mystery of Mysteries. Their nature is too limited; their application too finite for such a task. And then there are my own limitations. There are those events which will not be disclosed. They remain secreted within the minds of the Meyal. And there are mysteries which cannot be revealed. They remain hidden to all of creation, revealed only within Eheyeh. What can be revealed is what the mighty Metatron wrote and what the Meyal call The Revealed Knowledge Of The Beri.

I will therefore begin these Chronicles where the tale of the Garden and the banishment ended. It was an era when the beginning was at an end, and the end served as a beginning.

I will obey the command. My purpose demands this. I must accurately and correctly record. For I am of the Meyal – a Sharret of Nogah.

My name is Kitviel, and I am the keeper of the Chronicles of the Children of Heaven, the gift of the Meyal to mankind, by decree of Eheyeh.

Eheyeh, the One.

Eheyeh, the source of all.

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A Tale That Is Told

Being The First Volume Within

The Chronicles Of The Children Of Heaven

Originally Compiled, Recorded, & Narrated by:

Kitviel—Sharret of Nogah

By:

Ted William Gross

Before the mountains were born

And You brought forth the earth,

And the inhabited world;

Even from everlasting to everlasting, Thou art God.

Thou turnest man back to dust;

And Thou sayest, Return you children of men.

For a thousand years in Thy sight

Are but like yesterday, When it is past,

And like a watch in the night.

The stream of their life is but slumber,

They are like the short lived grass in the morning.

In the morning - It blossoms and grows afresh;

By evening it is withered and dry.

So are we, consumed by Thy anger,

And by Thy wrath are we terrified.

Thou has set our iniquities before Thee,

Our hidden sins are exposed

In the light of Thy countenance.

For all our days vanish in Thy wrath;

We spend our years like a tale that is told.

Psalms 90

A Tale That Is Told

Part One - To Moisten The Earth

And God saw into the heart of Adam and Eve and knew that they had repented the evil they had done and He had pity on them and said:

"Unhappy children! I judged you and gave you the punishment you earned, and I drove you from the most desirable place - the Garden in Eden - where you dwelt amidst the greatest pleasures. Now you have come to a place of evil and great trouble, such as you have never known till this day. Yet, be assured, that regardless of what has occurred, My loving-kindness towards you will never cease, and my love for you will never end. I know, however, that many trials and tribulations await you, and they will be heavy upon you and will embitter your lives. Therefore I will open my treasure-house and take out for your use this pearl - the Tear - and when danger threatens and your lot is very bitter, and you are full of sorrow and depressed - then the tears will run down from your eyes, and the burden will become lighter upon you and you will have relief."

And while God was still speaking, the eyes of Adam and Eve began to run with tears and the tears rolled down their cheeks and fell upon the ground. These were the first tears that moistened the earth. The more Adam and Eve shed their tears, the greater was their relief and comfort, and their hope was revived.

Now these tears are an inheritance for their children and children’s children throughout all the generations. No creature in the world weeps and sheds tears like man. The source of the tear, concealed within the eye of man is always ready to ease the sorrows of his broken heart.

Yet, should man’s sorrow be too great and the source of his tears becomes dry and withered, then the eye has no motion and not one tear will fall. Then there is nothing on Earth and no matter of comfort that may lighten the affliction of one so unhappy.

A Biblical Legend

Chapter I - An Unexpected Summons

It is only a mound of earth, he thought. Just a mound of rich, dark brown earth. Nothing more and nothing less. Patting down the rough sides, repeatedly going around the mound, keen eyes checked for any visual abnormality to its shape. Finally, admitting the reality that there was nothing else remained to be done, he took a few steps backwards and sat down on the grass that surrounded the mound. Folding feet, one on top of another, and leaning forward his head into open palms, he tried to calm the inner voices. Though it was one of the hottest days of the year his body trembled from an inner chill. Exhausted with thoughts in turmoil, the sadness that had been ignored by sheer willpower until now, welled up inside. There was no longer any strength left to fight it. The sobbing came first, sobs which caused his body to heave without control. Then the tears came which is wife called ‘the gift of Shem’.

These tears brought Adam no relief.

*****

The sun bore down upon him, the heat seemed almost unnatural even during this time of year. There was no hint of even a slight breeze to offer relief during the backbreaking work required in the planting season. Seth had to remember to stop and drink often, otherwise, he would have to rely on a strong dose of herbs to calm the pounding in his head that evening.

To add to his worries suddenly and without any warning he is being summoned. Two weeks before the Celebration of Creation, the air stale, the heat overwhelming, the planting going slowly, and suddenly his mother sends a message that he must immediately come see her.

When Aklima found her husband, Seth was in the middle of planting a new row of saplings in the orchard. It was delicate work and dropping everything to go to Eve would mean next year’s yield would suffer. He still had not even begun work on the herb garden. Always saving that for last, wanting to end the difficult labor in the fields with his favorite garden. The hot months were drawing to their end and soon there would be wind and rain. Seth needed every waking moment to make sure that the new saplings and herbs would take root. If the rains came before he was finished, then all the work and planting would be for nothing. Seth also knew that this new crop and its fruits were critical. Children were coming into the world every day and feeding everyone grew to be a constant source of worry for him. Lately, it seemed, he was worrying about everything.

Why now? he asked Aklima, not stopping his work. He delicately placed a sapling in the small hole and began to cover its roots with dark earth.

I do not know, Seth, she answered standing over him. Eve would not tell me. She would only say that she wished to see you as soon as possible. That she had to see you and she was sorely disappointed that you had not come with me. Eve kept on repeating, and these were her words: There is so little time left. I have no idea what that means and it worries me. Please Seth. I will take care of the herb garden. Go see what our mother wants of you. Do it, if only to please her. She is very distraught.

Seth stood up and wiped his forehead with the back of his large hand. Large hands and delicate fingers, which is what Aklima always said when she held his hands in her own. Seth felt a twinge above his eyebrow, precursor of the headache he feared. It was going to be a bad one.

Didn’t you remind her that it is planting season? I never visit Eve during this season. What is so important that it cannot wait a few more settings of the sun?

My husband, you are asking me again and again the same things, and I keep on telling you that I do not know. Our mother knows it is planting season. My heart is heavy with worry and it tells me that this request is important. She has never acted like this before.

Seth looked into his wife’s face. Her beautiful brown eyes were open wide. They were set into her face, almost like two orbs in the sky. He loved this physical feature most about her. Aklima’s eyes always held him with their magic. He moved a hand to touch her brown hair, woven loosely in a long braid down her back. It was not like Aklima to be worried. She was always so calm and had an ingrained faith that Shem would watch over them. Now, for the first time in all the years they had been together, Seth saw fear in those beautiful trusting eyes. A fear which he did not understand.

I have never seen you so worried, Seth said as he moved towards his wife and put his arms around her. Aklima raised her hands to his forehead and began to lightly massage the pounding temples on Seth’s head.

Is the pain very bad, my husband?

Seth could not help but smile. Aklima always seemed to know where the pain was and how to heal it. He fought with nature day after day, always trying to coax just a bit more from the ground than nature seemed ready to give. To stop the heat from destroying the crops; to keep the rains from flooding the fields; to keep the trees healthy so that they would yield their fruit year after year. It was a never-ending battle, though he had great respect for the adversary that made him labor so hard and without stop.

Aklima, though, was at one with nature. At times, she seemed almost an extension of it. With one look or one soft touch she knew where the pain was and understood its strength and how to heal it. It was intuitive. In this way she was much like their mother. Aklima recognized the wisdom of what he thought were the sometimes frivolous demands that nature seemed to make on them.

Where is our father? Where is Adam? Was he not there?

No, Aklima answered hugging Seth tightly. "He was not. Eve said he had been gone for six days, and was expecting him back. I wanted to wait, but she begged me to come back and convince you to come see her. She