Millennium Past: Yahweh's Vengeance

By Bryant Griggs

The Final Con??lict just begun. And as bitter enemies, the
Milk and Honey Empire and the evil Confederacy, sought
to put one another in shallow graves. But Emperor
Yahshua returns, and Satan is granted release from the abyss
after 1000 years. The prophesied Great War has Death working
overtime, but Yahweh Elohim still rules all, reigning over His
Dispensation of Vengeance and Salvation to write the last
chapter of the greatest story ever told. And He orchestrates
Emperor Yahshua; the Holy Spirit Incarnate, Yahayah; Prefect
David; all the Elders; General Orion Rosh, his family, and the
Children of Light, a prominent place in Yahwehs mythopoeia.

• Language: English
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• Release date: May 23, 2015
• ISBN: 9781503537996

Bryant Griggs

Bryant Griggs, an East Orange, New Jersey resident, former Bridgeport Connecticut Telegram news reporter, and University of Kansas and New York University graduate, spent over 40 years seeking Judeo-Christian revelations, while writing his way to become an accomplished author, evangelist and speaker. Through 37 years of medical setbacks, Mr. Griggs has achieved his newfound purpose to reveal the Name of Yahweh Elohim, and His Only Begotten Son, Yahshua (Jesus) Messiah through the literary arts. Mr. Griggs devotes his time to being a testimony of Yahshua crucified, and the appearing of the Kingdom of Elohim (Mighty Ones) on Earth among all who experience his writings.

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Scripture quotations from The Scriptures, translated, published and distributed by the Institute of Scripture Research of South Africa. Scripture quotations also from the Holy Bible, King James Version (Authorized Version). First published in 1611. The Names Yahweh and Yahshua transliterated from Hebrew characters. Some words interposed between The Scriptures and King James Version Bible versions

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CONTENTS

AUTHOR’S NOTES

YEAR 6814: SECESSION & FIRESTORM

YEAR 6816: BETRAYAL

YEAR 7150: THE FINAL CONFLICT

YEAR 7171: VENGEANCE IS MINE

THE PARADISE OF ELOHIM

To Bishop Timothy Lloyd Pernell, Jr., who shared the

Name, the vision and inscribed it on my heart, so that this Christian fiction writer run and continues to run.

Author’s Notes on Millennium Past: Yahweh’s Vengeance

Yahweh’s Vengeance is the last installment of the Millennium Past Trilogy. It’s a Judeo-Christian, science fiction war saga, depicting the life of Imperial Speaker Orion Rosh - tormented soldier in the defense of the Milk and Honey Empire, where Yahshua Messiah reigns as the Only Begotten Son of Yahweh Elohim (Mighty Ones). After 640 years of relative peace, Rosh’s world turns upside down with the Final Conflict unraveling before him as he tries not to let Yahweh’s Dispensation of Vengeance and Salvation drive him crazy.

In the chapters of Yahweh’s Vengeance, the last war known as the Final Conflict, is at its deadliest, and the Imperialists and the Confederates try to put each other in shallow graves. But at the end of 1000 years, Emperor Yahshua returns, and the luminous and battle-weary warriors of light, seek a miracle from the virgin born Servant – Yahayah, the Holy Spirit Incarnate. But these end times are of Yahweh’s doing, and He is going to fulfill His vengeance according to His good pleasure.

In Millennium Past: Yahweh’s Vengeance, the Imperialists’ Light has come in Yahayah! As scripted in Millennium Past’s second installment, Evil’s Conspiracy, the Confederate’ Anti-Christ - Lord Shemesh - just started the Final Conflict with the massacre of 70,000 Confederate Christians. The assault began 360 years before the release of Satan, showing the insidiousness of Man’s continuous sins and blasphemies against the Names, the Spirit, the Truth and the Holiness of Elohim. But as Yahayah grows into a worldly-bound Man and El (Strong One), the Milk and Honey leadership resolves the Confederate-Starship Extortion plot and the people learn that although Third Eye acts slowly, it sees all and justly repays. The Starship case shook the Empire to its core, and makes the Final Conflict a sticky residue of deadly consequences. But as the greatest story ever told is played out, Yahweh will be glorified, and His Only Begotten Son will be worshipped as the King of Jews, with saints circumcised of the heart in Spirit … whose praise is not from men but from Elohim.

The Millennium Past Trilogy was written to accomplish my eternal purpose in presenting an entertaining, imaginative and controversial story that the Elect of Elohim may properly worship Yahweh in spirit and truth. For much too long Jews and Christians have lied to the Holy Spirit by erroneously calling YAHWEH, God, Lord, Jehovah, Jah and Hashem, defiling His essence, holiness and supremacy because such names originated from the imaginations of men. Theologians and Bible writers inspired by King James I (1599-1625), who sponsored the King James Version Bible of 1611; and Jewish Babylonian priest and scribes from the 6th and 3rd Century B.C., who introduced the Talmud as Judaic scripture, erased the covenant Hebrew Names from the Torah, Old and New Testament texts, and made Judaism and Christianity religions of polarity. In later King James’ Version Bible editions, Yahweh is substituted for LORD, 6823 times, while Yahshua is substituted with Jesus 983 times, following Hebrew tradition. Both the Old and New Testaments warn against adding and subtracting from the Word! And the Torah that Mosheh penned, was superseded by a lackluster, man-made Talmud, which brought Yahweh’s Name to naught – and violated number Three of the Ten Commandments, according to Shemoth/Exodus 20:7.

Under Yohanan/John 3:6: That which has been born of the flesh is flesh, and that which is born of the Spirit is Spirit. You have to be born from above to understand the truth of such divine Names. It is the Spirit that gives life, the flesh does not profit at all. The Names, Yahweh and Yahshua are Spirit and Life, all other deified names are flesh and demonic!

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And when the thousand years have ended, Satan shall be released from his prison, and he shall go out to lead the worlds astray which are in the four corners of the (Universe - Yerushalayim, Tsiyon), Gog and Magog - to gather them together for battle, whose number is as the sands of the sea. – Hazon/Revelation 20: 7-8

Yahshua answered, ‘My reign is not of this world. If My reign were of this world, My servants would fight…’ - Yohanan/John 18:36

And repay to our neighbor sevenfold their reproach, into their bosom, with which they have reproached You, O Yahweh. – Tehillim/Psalms 79:12

Secession & Firestorm

10.20.6814

Orion and Myyah Rosh sat up in bed Sonday morning and talked. They finished praying, and began their early morning ritual of discussing family matters before heading to the Great Temple’ service.

Yahayah stirred quietly in a crib, and Myyah commented how Baby Yahayah has truly made this a happy home again, even as her moratorium from pregnancy made the disagreement between Myyah and Orion, tense. Don’t you think so, honey, taking the Child in her arms.

And why did we forego making more babies again, Ms. Taylor, I asked, sitting in her bedroom. I was upset Myyah had chosen this path of maternal lockdown, and didn’t accept her decision to forsake childbearing. But being in consortium one must learn one doesn’t always get what one wants.

For Christ’s sake Orion, we’ve pumped out babies for the majority of 635 years since we’ve been together. And since your prophecy at the end of your Prothesis’ trip, I’ve given the Holy Spirit and you 998 children, not to mention Joy’s 1569. Aren’t you tired? Don’t you want some time off? Two thousand, five hundred and sixty-seven children may not seem like a lot to you, but to me that’s a small army. Don’t you want to go out, go dancing, and have some fun?

I love dancing, but have I ever pressured you to have kids?

No, but you’re pressuring me now! You’ve been the perfect consort and father, dear. And every child we brought into the world has come through our fertility prayers said together. You could never force me to have children if I didn’t want them. We birthed our children as Yahweh inspired us!

Well, I’m glad you’re not blaming me!

I’m not blaming you, honey, but you’re the baby instigator. You look at me with those puppy dog eyes and boom, we’re pregnant. I know how you love children and like to see them in the apartment. But we haven’t gone out in years!

I’m sorry, honey … You’re right! I’m sorry I took advantage of your womb.

And Myyah laughed. That statement struck her as funny. Take advantage of my womb, she repeated. Yeah, I know how you can’t get enough of this womb!

That is funny, isn’t it, I said, getting a laugh out of our conundrum. But I surrendered to her will, adding, We’ll go out to dinner, a movie or a Dreamscape, then go dancing.

Thanks honey! You’ll be so glad we took time off to enjoy ourselves!

Anything to make you happy, dear. But you know we have to take Joy out too?

That’s alright, you can afford it. Don’t be so cheap. Joy could join us and she’d appreciate a night out too, Myyah proposed.

Then, I’ll make reservations!

That’s my lover boy! And thinking of appreciation, have you received a letter, e-mail or phone call from any of our kids?

No, not lately!

It’s a shame, as our family grows, the phone calls, the e-mails and letters come in less and farther apart. I liked it when we were one small, happy family, said Myyah, as she wondered where all the good times went.

That’s because it takes time and money to cater a reunion.

We should pool our money, and pull off the biggest reunion ever … Wasn’t our last reunion almost 300 years ago? asked Myyah.

I remember. It was with Salma, Michael and Barack in Paris. How beautiful was that affair?

That’s was a long time ago - too long to be away from a family that loves one another, she said.

But what we miss with big family reunions, we make up with smaller birthdays, weddings, baby showers, anniversaries and graduation parties, I reminded her.

Still, it would be nice to rent a hall and invite all the children, grandchildren, great-grandchildren and the rest of the families.

That’ll be a lot of work! You’ll have to contact over 4000 people! Are you up to that?

It’ll be worth it, especially, when you see all our children smiling at us, said Myyah. Plus, I can always get Joy, our daughters and daughter-in-laws to help!

We also receive fewer letters from Beta now that the civil war is over. We should be expecting a letter from her, nearing her cathedral’s anniversary!

I just sent a letter to wish her a happy birthday last month, and bless her church, said Myyah. I hope it got through and everything’s alright. There’s no telling what Shemesh is doing to the mail! But it’s a wonder Beta and Tyrus survived through the civil war! I’m just glad Shemesh took his frustrations out on the Representatives and not the Christians still there. But Beta and Tyrus should have come home when the embargo was in place and our corporate people left.

I wish the church ministers had followed them too. Third Eye reported Beta and Tyrus making waves and rocking the boat in Shemesh’s circles, and it sends chills up my spine just thinking about it, I shared. All we can do is pray and hope for their safe return. But if you ask me, Beta and Tyrus are never coming home, not anytime soon. They’re committed to those Christians, and no matter how dangerous it gets, they’re going to stay for the long haul. She’s stubborn that way!

You mean, stubborn like you, Myyah pointed out.

Well, you can’t blame her if she takes after her father. Like Beta says, ‘There’s always a soul to be saved.’ But I’m afraid her passion will be the death of her!

Oh shut up! We don’t need you speaking evil over Beta and Tyrus!

Then, Joy interrupted our conversation by knocking on Myyah’s bedroom door. Are you two decent?

Yes, come in!

Good morning family, said Joy. I was praying, and I heard you guys talking, so I felt compelled to tell you what I seen.

What is it, baby?

I heard you talking about Beta and Tyrus while I was praying, and I received a vision from the Holy Spirit – I think something bad has happened!

Like what, asked Myyah, with piqued interest.

I’m not sure, but all I could hear was the voices of men, women and children screaming and crying, like a great massacre had taken place.

That doesn’t sound good! In fact, that’s terrible, I said.

But Myyah contemplated Joy’s words, and sat on her bed in silence. Then she got up and placed Yahayah in the crib. But what can we do about it with Beta and Tyrus so far away, she sheepishly said.

Now, I wish Congress had established more comprehensive communications with the Confederacy, I said, especially, when things go wrong.

Then again, it could have been a bad dream, said Joy.

It’s not the word we want to hear, but I trust your spiritual instincts, I told her.

From what Joy’s telling us, maybe we don’t want to know, said Myyah, with misty eyes, softly stroking Yahayah’s back. What do they say, ‘No news is good news!’

That’s an epitaph for ostriches, not people! But if anything did happen, we should hear of it soon. Somebody must know something, I said.

I just hope it’s not as bad as I envisioned, said Joy. What I seen was savage! I hope I never have a dream like that again.

I feel we need to pray for Beta and Tyrus.

Yes, let’s do that, said Joy.

And rising to grasp each other’s hands to form a circle, I prayed a short prayer, saying, Heavenly Father, All-Wise and Almighty El, the Protector of our souls and the Light of our light. Today, we received a bad report concerning our daughter, Beta, and our son-in-law, Tyrus. And for Beta’s and Tyrus Richards’ sake, we pray it’s not true. But if it is, be with our daughter and son-in-law in their time of need, and rescue them from any disaster they find themselves in. We come against the plans of Shemesh, the so-called Anti-Christ, and we say no weapon formed against Beta and Tyrus shall prosper. Give them the power to tread on serpents and scorpions and over all the powers of the enemy, so that nothing shall by any means harm them. We loose the power of the Holy Spirit and the heavenly hosts to vanquish any demonic assignment put forth against Beta’s and Tyrus’s wellbeing. We bind up Evil’s devices and call them null and void. For greater is the pastors and teachers of New Hope and Life Cathedral and Academy, than Shemesh, who is in the worlds. And we pray, if Beta and Tyrus are in agony or knocking on death’s door, they ascend into Your everlasting arms and be forever in Your presence. This is our prayer, and You said if we ask anything according to Your will, You hear us; and if we know that You hear us, we know that we have the petition that we desire of You. So bless Beta, Tyrus, their children and all the churches of her congregation. And in Yahshua Mashiyach’s mighty and majestic Name, we say … Amen!

And as we all sat on Myyah’s bed, quietly contemplating all the good times that comprised Beta and Tyrus’s life, Myyah listened but didn’t feel comfortable about reminiscing about her daughter’s and son-in-law’s earlier days.

Remember how enchanted Beta’s and Tyrus’s wedding was? They were so happy in love after their 10-year romance. Yahweh really took His time with them, said Joy.

She was determined to choose the perfect guy - one who would match her intellect as well as her spirit - and she made the right choice in Tyrus, I proclaimed.

We certainly gave them a rousing send-off when they returned home to show off their last twins, Qorban and Diana. Beta and Tyrus were so thrilled over those two, they called them their ‘dreams come true,’ said Joy.

Remember Myyah, when Beta was five-years old and we took her on vacation in the Costa Rica territories to see the Monarch butterflies? I asked. She was so enthralled over those fluttering lepidopterans, she called herself ‘Papillion’ for months, going around flapping her arms as to take flight. Remember that, Myyah? And remember when we went to the City of Angels in the California territories when she was several years older? We visited the movie production companies, brought Beta a digital camera, and she started filming every family event and getting into everyone’s business? She was such a pest with that camera, I thought she was destined to be a film director one day, I said. Remember that Myyah?"

But Myyah sternly answered back, I’m not mourning Beta’s and Tyrus’s deaths before I get proof, raising her voice. I refuse, she declared, standing to her feet, and asking Joy, Are your kids up yet? We have to get to Church!

I’ll wake up Sahara and Prince now, said Joy, as she quickly got up off the bed to attend to her children.

I’ll go and make breakfast. It’s almost 8 o’clock, said Myyah. You watch Yahayah, Orion! You want some scrambled eggs, toast and sausage, this morning?

Anything you cook is alright with me, I said, sympathetically approving her choices, as Myyah walked out her bedroom and went downstairs.

Unlike Myyah, Joy didn’t subscribe to a pregnancy moratorium. She was happy in giving me and the Holy Spirit all the babies she could. She’s currently the mother of 6-year old Sahara, and 4-year old Prince. I’m not saying Myyah doesn’t love children, but Joy has a greater tolerance for children than Myyah, and that means a lot. But I know, in time, Myyah will get back on her horse, and give me and the Holy Spirit beautiful children again, as it is her Christian duty. She’ll be in a family way again. I know it!

And as Myyah made breakfast, I tiptoed behind Joy and helped her wake Sahara and Prince with Yahayah in my arms.

Hello, angels, I said, right behind Joy’s effervescent, Good morning children!

Shalom daddy! Shalom mommy! Shalom Yahayah, Sahara and Prince said incongruently.

How did you sleep, kids?

I had a dream last night, daddy, that I was in heaven and saw one of my older sisters, said Sahara.

Was it Heaven? You remember the pictures of Heaven, don’t you?

No, it wasn’t Heaven, daddy! It was another daughter!

Immediately, Joy and I looked at each other, but didn’t show our dismay before our children’s happy disposition.

You’re too young to remember Beta, said Joy.

Is your daughter’s name Beta, mommy?

No, it’s Mother Myyah’s daughter, dear!

I don’t remember Beta either, said Prince.

The last time she was here, you two weren’t born yet, I said.

I wish I did know the one Sahara dreamed about, especially if she’s in heaven, said Prince. Maybe she could give me a dream and tell me what heaven’s like!

I know how you feel, Prince. I wish I could talk to her too, I said, now feeling Beta’s loss from beyond the grave.

We can pray for her when we get to the Great Temple today, right daddy? said Sahara.

Yes we can, sweetie. Now get ready and get dressed!

I want to wear my sky blue sari and sandals, mommy, said Sahara.

I’m preparing it right now, honey, said Joy, from the children’s walk-in closet.

What am I going to wear, mommy? I want something blue too, said Prince.

Don’t worry, we have something for you too, Prince, added Joy. Now go into the bathroom, brush your teeth and wash your faces.

Alright mommy, they said, jumping out of their beds.

I’ll see you later, kids!

Alright daddy, they said, filing into the bathroom.

And as they closed the bathroom door behind them, I told Joy, "Now I know something’s up when our kids start prophesying the death of a distant and little known step-sister.

Maybe you can call the Prefect and see if he knows anything, said Joy.

I’ll go telephone him now, I said, walking out of the children’s bedroom with Yahayah in my arms. He would know firsthand if there’s any trouble?

Once inside my bedroom, I sat on my bed with Yahayah in my lap, and proceeded to dial the Prefect’s number with my free hand. But before I pressed my finger against the push-button phone, David called me.

Speaker, we have a situation in the Confederacy, he opened. On the 16th day of this month, 70,000 Christians were massacred, stretching from Yalak to the worlds of Styx and Woe. Confederate Christians were gassed with flesh-eating poisons, gunned down with automatic rifles and blasters, beheaded and mutilated like sheep in a blood sacrifice. Then they torched all the Christians and the thirteen cathedrals after the second night’ service – all of them dead.

Damn! My household felt something wasn’t right in the Confederacy. What are we going to do?

This atrocity will not go unpunished! As Yahshua’s Prefect, I must declare war on the Confederacy, and just called a preemptive planetary strike upon their capital cities. An armada of 2500 star destroyers, frigates and android-laden transporters, are Morpheus-driving to the Confederacy to repay the sinners for what they’ve savagely done to the innocent.

How about not starting the war before the Servant’s word?

After much self-examination and reflection, and being in nonstop conversation with Yahshua, the Elders and close advisors, I’ve decided to not hold back the truth and tell the people what they’ve been hoping and waiting for. I’m going to tell the people Yahshua’s prophesy was fulfilled on the 2nd day of the month of Good – the day the Holy Spirit Incarnate was born to us under the noses of the Confederate leadership. And the Christian massacre which took place on Good 16th, is a result of Shemesh’s reaction to the Servant’s virgin birth. I must tell the people how the Madonna of our Servant made Shemesh look like a fool, by giving birth in his worlds; and thus, through Yahweh’s Promise, the Final Conflict has come to us. We didn’t start the Final Conflict, but I promise you, we’ll finish it! And as Prefect, I’ve made the tough decision to go to war on behalf of the Holy Spirit Incarnate, who is too young now, but will be with us in spirit, the Prefect articulated. "Yahshua even spoke to me and told us ‘go up!’

We must tell the people that the Servant is safe and sound, and growing stronger every day. And to make sure He grows up to be that Mighty Ruler and Conqueror, we must keep His Name, identity and whereabouts secret, to insure He grows untarnished and untainted by inquisitive media and undue flattery that causes vainglorious selfishness - if such a thing is possible with Elohim. Let’s let Yahweh speak to Yahayah in His innocence, and mold Yahayah into what Yahweh wants Yahayah to be. And when He matures and Yahweh anoints Him, He will be revealed to everyone as Yahweh’s Warrior, the Prefect foresaw.

And starting today, the distribution of high-energy laser blasters and vibro-daggers to all conscripted citizens and reservists must be initiated, as required weaponry during this Final Conflict Period. All financial transactions between the Imperial and Confederate banking systems will be suspended, even though some corporate and non-profit transactions were sporadically severed over 220 years ago before the civil war. And all Confederate investments and assets will be seized to bring this degenerate kingdom to ruin. I was hoping to restore relations with the Confederacy after their civil war, but now all diplomatic avenues are useless. At today’s service, I’m preparing a statement, scratching Elder Yohanan’s sermon; and while everyone is dressed in sky blue, I, the Elders and my consorts will be dressed in black.

And my heart sank, because I knew the Final Conflict was in our midst, saying, Our population has substantially grown to over 10 trillion (10,547,233,962,000) now. You’re ready to go up against the Confederacy’s 87 trillion (87,271,682,358,000) naturally-procreated and test tube-manufactured devils, playing with our warships?

To me, that’s what the Final Conflict and the Dispensation of Vengeance and Salvation is all about, said the Prefect. Let’s just see how Yahweh works things out on our behalf. It’s a harrowing scenario, but faith requires we face death in the last days as Yahshua faced death in His last day. The Kingdom of Elohim is at hand, and we must be ready with our lamp filled with oil and with a lit match to fire it up. He then added, Today, I also received a proclamation from Shemesh, his Councils, the Society of Lords, and their plans to secede from the Empire, and rule the Confederacy through their own corruption. And this proclamation, I gladly accept! Let them hang themselves by their own rope. We expected this day would come and it’s upon us. We shouldn’t be surprised! It’s us now, together with Elohim and the Servant. And we must uphold the faith of Judeo-Christianity in this life as well as in this good fight. Let Yahweh’s vengeance rain down through our swift swords and fury blasters, for this is our destiny; and we faithfully carry it out as Yahshua abides in us. We can’t fail, because there’s ‘Victory through faith’ and our Light has come.

Saints were now given permission to kill those who stole their riches, destroyed their property, told bold-faced lies in their faces, and committed blasphemies against the holy. Christians could now take up arms to bring an end to the Confederacy’s regime, and pour themselves out unto death to uphold the Name of Yahshua, Yahweh, and now Yahayah.

After I hung up the phone, I humbled myself and kneeled before Yahayah, praying over the unfortunate news received today. And from heaven, I hoped Yahweh received my prayer. And from that moment on, I knew I had to tell Myyah, Joy and the kids of Beta’s, Tyrus’s and the 70,000’s passing.

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10.27.6814

Get me through to Lord Shemesh, said Cosmic Commander Jean Luce Qanah. He needs to hear this.

Shemesh was busy in Magog preparing for the Final Conflict, which he started eleven days ago. He knew his call for secession would prod the Empire into action, so he took the necessary steps to militarize the Confederate people and fortify the cities. For starships had to be fueled, armies had to be paid, and more importantly, a preemptive airstrike had to be withstood. And at the ringing of his phone, he noticed the name on caller ID as Commander Qanah from the Confederate Star Ship Gog, and he suspected today would be that day of reckoning.

And tearing himself away from his work, he answered and said, Yes, Commander!

What we’ve expected is quickly coming upon us at warp speed!

Shemesh had an idea what the Commander was talking about, but not willing to face the inevitable, asked, What is it?

Galactic sensors show 2500 Imperial vessels coming out of hyperspace, with weapons powering up. They should commence an attack on Woe in several minutes, informed the Lord and Founding Father, who was appointed Co-Commander-in-Chief of the Confederate armed forces after Hutch Pagan’s assassination. We’ve already armed the citizenry, manned city battlements, and activated ion cannons and turbo-lasers to repel low-orbiting Imperial sieges.

On your end, tell the Admirals to only mobilize 100 of our 600 battleships. And tell the Admirals and Captains to do their best. It’s time we throw the Imperialist’s own weaponry at them, and show them how seasoned space fighters really war.

My Lord, what can 100 battleships do against 2500 destroyers and frigates?

The good thing is I suspect not all 2500 are destroyers or frigates. Some must be supply and medical starships, reasoned Shemesh. It may appear we may be outgunned, but we have to conserve our fleet, since we’re on the short end of this numbers game. We need the remainder of our battleships for the long haul, for we don’t know how long it will be before Satan gives us the victory! Plus, with identical starship designs, our battleships can get close to Imperial destroyers, and blow them to Kingdom come … Woe is one of the biggest system with the most giant planets! The farther apart the Imperial warships are stationed, the more isolated each starship becomes, and in isolation, our battleships have a greater chance to incapacitate their fleet. They can’t properly defend themselves with 2500 vessels spread out 280,000 kilometers apart! They’ll be like sitting ducks! Yes, Commander, mobilize the 100 and let’s see how things work in our behalf?

Very well my Lord! And may Satan be with us! Will you and the Queen be boarding the C.S.S Gog?

Yes, we’re on our way.

* * *

As Yahshua’s daylight turned the night into an auburn panorama, 2500 Imperial warships came out of mind-propulsion, and surrounded the 703.4 million kilometer-wide Woe planetary system. The voyage from Milk and Honey’ Starfleet bases to the far side of the Confederate universe, had everyone itching to take the first offensive. And after being in training for far too long, the Imperialists were ready to take life for life. When the warships were hundreds of thousands of kilometers above their targets, the armada’s gunners waited on the command to pour death upon the civilizations of debauchery.

With the Word of Yahweh in their mouths, and long-awaited vengeance in their hearts, the saints were committed to inflict as much destruction in revenge for the New Hope and Life saints and churches. The Kingdom of Yahshua had suffered violence, and the violent was ready to meet violence with force. Not only with the violence of words, but with the violence of our terrible, swift starships. For Yahweh ordained this!

We’ve come out of hyperspace 700,000 kilometers above the Woe planets, shouted the Fleet’s Chief Ensign. All weaponry operational and on-line, awaiting your command.

Excellent! This is it! The Final Conflict just landed at our doorstep, ladies and gentlemen said Chief Fleet Admiral Karim Sellal of the I.S.S. Reliance. Relay to all Starfleet Captains to commence firing. We’ll teach those fools not to mess with the Obedient of Yah! After 615 years of playing at war, the Imperialists were now ready to fight with the sting of death cascading through their fingertips.

Gunner Lino Tomada of the I.S.S. Allotrios heard the command loud and clear. And zeroing in on the cities of the giant planets of Dis, Cocytus, Tartaros, Geryon, Qanah, Gog and Magog through infrared radar, he launched a fusillade of turbo-lasers as an initiation of being a man of war in his 19-year-old youth. And pushing buttons and clicking icons to unleash explosive fury on the planets below, Tomada destroyed city ramparts, housing sectors, energy grids and weapon armories with heavenly curses flowing out of his mouth: Those for death, to death, and those for the sword, to the sword.

But as he unleashed his terror, Tomada didn’t feel the same exhilarating thrill as decapitating a man with a vibro-gladius sword or electrocuting a sinner with the bolt of a laser blast. Tomada was well-trained in starship weaponry and its mass destructive powers, but being skilled in karate, judo, the kendo arts and hand-to-hand combat, Tomada felt somewhat out-of-touch with this technological form of modern-day warfare. But he put his disappointments aside, and continued to pour death upon the cities, and was glad to be a part of the first offensive, fighting on the side of right. And this day, Tomada killed like a conqueror with exceptional valor.

Prepare to disrupt communications with anti-satellite artillery, ladies and gentlemen, commanded Captain Jimmy Ewing of the I.S.S. Ballahah.

And hearing the command loud and clear, Airwoman Judith Francis lined up her targets and pushed the buttons to ionize Confederate satellites and ruin its circuitry. And when Ewing gave the order, out of Francis’ belly flowed the words of living waters, saying, A sword is upon the liars, and they are fools. A sword is upon their mighty men, and they shall be broken down. And Francis singlehandedly turned the Confederate communication systems into melted and burnt out drifting debris.

Unlike most of the fighting men on board the fleets’ warships, Francis was proud to be in service for Yahweh. She didn’t mind if the warfare was too impersonal for male aggression, for the far off astronautical assault preserved her delicate nature. For Francis, fighting with her fellow patriots for the Empire’s longevity, was all that mattered. And with hairs standing on the back of her neck, Francis felt a rush through the buttons that ended all communications between the masses, the Confederate armies and their leaders.

With the majority of orbiting satellites disabled and communication cut off, the Imperial destroyers continued to throw volleys of laser bolts and proton torpedoes on the cities below. Mushroom clouds from nuclear firestorms dotted the planets like blacken, specked golf balls. And after hours of free-for-all bombardments, the sinners on land met their fate as they died and melted in clouds of radiation, smoke, fire, shrapnel and brimstone. Admiral Sellal, then ordered the teleportation of 360 million military androids on the planets’ surfaces to infiltrate the cities from its perimeters, and finish off what the turbo-lasers and photon torpedoes didn’t do.

The androids hit the ground running, as their humanoid frames, equipped with automatic assault lasers, fragmentation grenades, robotic drones, tear gas dispensers, sound mimicking capabilities, and optic, biochemical artificial intelligence, surrounded the cities and killed all in their sights. The androids should really do a good job if we incapacitated Woe’s ion cannons. If not, we may have to send human troops for a later assault, said Sellal. But with added hours of killing, destroying and massacring from Space, the androids followed suit to mutilate, maim and perform genocide as the enemy’s ion cannons laid in waste.

Tomada’s, Francis’s and the Imperial airmen’s vicious attack on Confederate satellites, cities and installations was successful, and with no opposition, the fleets only continued the assault with no end of stopping.

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But from uncharted Confederate bases near and far, 100 Confederate battleships snuck up behind the Imperial destroyers. Cosmic Force Commander Jean Luce Qanah, ordered his extorted warship’ Captains to drop its cloaking mask and fire at will. Imperial-made 700 megaton turbo-laser terror wielded death upon the killing-obsessed, city-destroying attackers, taking the Imperialists by surprise. And 50 destroyers, then 28 more disappeared from radar as suddenly as the Confederate 100 appeared and attacked.

With Imperial communications slipping in and out of operation, fourteen more destroyers vanquished, as the one hundred unidentified battleships came up on Imperial radar. This let the remaining Imperialists Captains know this fight wouldn’t be a walk in the park. Something had gone terribly wrong, and Admiral Sellal, not knowing whether friendly fire was the cause of the attacks, contacted the impostor warships, and demanded, This is Fleet Admiral Karim Sellal of the I.S.S. Reliance! You have committed an act of friendly fire! Identify yourself? Imperial radar identified the Confederate’ battleships as Imperial’ warships, but without proper communication codes, Sellal suspected the 100 warships attacked out of aggression, and remembered Prefect David’s last words before the Imperialists went into battle: Identical destroyers, constructed by the Empire, might engage them in battle as Confederate warships, inflicting much damage, if gone unnoticed … So remove the fleet from the fight as soon as you suspect anything. And as 38 more Imperial destroyers, frigates and freighters disappeared from Imperial radar, Admiral Sellal ordered the retreat of all remaining Imperial vessels to prevent more casualties.

At the end of the encounter, 126 Imperial warships were destroyed, and thousands of the saints found themselves in the next world. The Imperialists did manage to return fire and decimate 28 Confederate battleships, but once the word got out, the surviving 2374 Imperial warships Morpheus-drove home.

In Admiral Sellal’s call to escape the deception, a total of 360 million androids were left behind to continue the land battle. And the Imperialists felt confident the programmed robots would exterminate Confederate’ lives as well-designed machines could.

Admiral Sellal received reports from the other fleet’ Admirals and Captains of damages, injuries and deaths. And he sent a hyperspace e-mail to only the Imperial Executive Office. He was told not to send communiqué of the battle’s outcome to the Security Cabinet, the Imperial Congress, or the Joint Chief of Staff, for an on-going internal investigation was underway. But summing up the battle, and not going into detail, Sellal wrote: YAHWEH DATE: 10(GOOD).27.6814; YAHWEH TIME: 11:23 P.M. THE BATTLE OF WOE SUCCESSFUL. OVER ONE HUNDRED AND TWENTY BILLION SINNERS BELIEVED DEAD, WITH 28 CONFEDERATE BATTLESHIPS DESTROYED AND 360 MILLION ANDROIDS LEFT TO WASTE ALL IN SIGHT! ALSO, GOG AND MAGOG’ CITIES, AND MANY OTHER DESTROYED. BUT ONE HUNDRED AND TWENTY-SIX IMPERIAL DESTROYERS AND FRIGATES LOST. IMPERIAL DEATHS: 101,200. BUT WE’VE JUST BEGUN TO FIGHT! FLEET ADMIRAL KARIM SELLAL."

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09.46.6815

It was raining cats and dogs on Mars as Dr. Ehud Abishur made his way to Yerushalayim. As usual, the streets looked as if they ran with blood from the torrential rains upon the red-soiled, open territorial city of Mowpheth. Abishur was running late, but he was determined to arrive at the Third Eye Offices before Imperial Speaker Orion Rosh, Chief Elder Yahn the Baptist, and their entourage. Abishur needed to show respect for being chosen for such a high-regarded assignment. And Ehud wasn’t about to disrespect the Speaker by showing up late for this first highly-sensitive and secret meeting. His parents taught him better than that!

The Speaker had handpicked Abishur for his painstaking accuracy, and eye for detail, on financial spreadsheets, and mostly, finding masked, hidden and overriding discrepancies in the Empire’s massive accounting safeguard firewalls. Abishur’s discoveries usually resulted from misplaced data entries, mathematical errors and fraud and embezzlement attempts by government accountants and computer technicians to pad their salaries and make themselves rich. But this assignment was different. Abishur needed to compare past financial software programs over hundreds of years, and hold it against updated accounting programs. Somehow, inflated numbers were inputted, deposited and withdrawn into the once-believed, incorruptible military and financial accounting system, and Abishur was beside himself finding the Trojan horse that allowed Imperial warships to be purchased by Confederate conspirators. Overall, Abishur had something to prove and vindicate Yahweh, the Prefect and the fighting troops he honored. Abishur had a lot on his plate before he cracked the case, but he had more faith and the tenacity of a pit bull terrier.

When Abishur walked through the Martian teleportal for Earth, he found Yerushalayim’s skies as clear as a bell – and a warm 72º Fahrenheit. But soaking wet from the Martian downpour, Abishur held his briefcase close to his vest as he rushed to the Third Eye offices. He knew one year of inquiry couldn’t be lost or stolen due to his absent-mindedness. Traitors were loose in the Holy Land, and they could be watching. And he would sacrifice his life, before he let a traitor have his notes and findings on the plot that could destroy the Empire as he knew it.

So as he stepped lively in the Supreme Court Sector Watchtower’s lower lobbies, and turbolifted to his Third Eye office, it was his morning custom to place his briefcase on his desk, hang up his coat (if he had one), and go to the cafeteria. There, he’d pour himself a mug of hot chocolate, return to his office, then enter the Owl’s Conference Room. Today, Abishur would meet Speaker Rosh, Elder Baptist, Third Eye Administrator Jeff Walton, and Abishur’s staff after getting his cocoa. And getting his papers from his office, he poked his head in the conference room, and asked his staff supervisor, Asa Larsson, Are they here yet?

No, they’re running late! They should be here any minute, said Larsson.

That’s good, I thought I was late!

As usual, you are, but the Speaker and Elder are just later, Larsson found fault.

Well I made it here before they did, and that’s the important thing, smiled Abishur. Are the reports, graphics and profiles ready?

Yes, everything’s in order, and ready for your presentation, said Larsson.

Fine, said Abishur, before returning to his office.

But as he turned, suddenly, and like a rushing wind, the dignitaries in question entered the conference room, and shook hands with Abishur, and all six investigators who worked on the starship scandal case. And as the high officials worked the room, Abishur got in touch with his childhood’ fanaticism, and seen these Imperial giants as personable, appealing, direct and wise men. And they thanked Abishur for all the tedious work he and his staff had done. And Abishur felt the love a man could feel for another man without falling into sin.

I’m thrilled to finally make your acquaintance! You’ve been an inspiration to me since my youth, Abishur said. But I must inform you Speaker, there are some things in my report you’re not going to like.

Are you going to tell me now or later?

Let’s wait, Speaker, said Abishur. There’s lot of other topics I must get to first.

Well, once this conspiracy is uncovered, I know you’ll be an inspiration to us all, said the Baptist.

Thank you, Elder! You know my staff supervisor, Asa Larsson? Abishur asked Rosh, Yahn and Walton.

Sure, we spoke many times over the videophone, they said.

Then, let’s get started! We have lots of work to do, and we’re already late, Abishur said, as Larsson gave him a sideways look.

And when all were seated around the conference table behind a laptop and video projector, I, Orion Rosh said, As the organizer of this investigation, with one year of going over databases, accounting programs, spreadsheets, and keeping up on Third Eye’ entries, arrests have been withheld and banking accounts left open in order to widen our nets. And from what Abishur and his investigators told me, thirteen citizens and government officials are the culprits - not including those in the Confederacy we’re unable to touch right now. But we’re confident our efforts will not go unrewarded. One day, the collaborators will show their hand, and when they do, that’s when we lower the boom. Elder Baptist, do you have anything to add?

Thank you, Speaker! The Prefect gives his regards for the work being done to bring these criminals to trial. He longed to be here, but chose not to disturb the sensitive nature of this Third Eye investigation and compromise its secrecy. He knows any move he makes to tip off the collaborators, would send them into flight, and put them out of reach. But the Prefect says, ‘Set your faces like flint upon the desired outcome.’ He’s confident you will complete the task set before you. The Empire is depending on your crime-busting expertise, and trust Dr. Abishur and his staff will get the required results. You now have the floor, Dr. Abishur!

I believe Administrator Walton has something to say before I begin, Abishur interjected.

Thank you, Dr. Abishur, Walton politely said. Then added, "I take full responsibility for the slow disclosure of Third Eye evidence, but as you know Third Eye has a mind of its own – the Holy Spirit’s mind! And it bothers me that only what the Holy Spirit reveals can be taken as fact. I should be used to it by now, for the Holy Spirit is still a mystery to me and the people under me. And hopefully, with the birth of the Holy Spirit Incarnate, the mysteries we’ve exposed today, will evolve into quick and timely arrests tomorrow. Two cases you must remember is the Holy Spirit’s and Third Eye’s thumb-twiddling in the Bible burning riots and Ghulman Iqbal’s massacre and suicide. In those cases, 2BAI held back evidence