Chronicle 48, Chronicle 49, Chronicle 50: RetroStar Chronicles, #2

By R.D. Ginther

   Chronicle 48 begins with a review of previous chronicles, helping the readers to put the puzzle pieces together, especially the mystery surrounding the Alien star-stones. Even Wally IV was trying to grasp the gravity of each event concerning the Hebrews and their relevance to the Alien star-stones. Measures and counter-measures were being issued by these entities. Thankfully their missions were constantly made benign and even obliterated by a simple act of very significant Hebrews like Yosef, Mosheh, Heber and Ruth. Baraq of the tribe of Naphtali, answered the call of the Sopetet, who was Debora, to war against Jabin and his troops. Baraq, led by Debora, was victorious and was assisted by Jael, the wife of Heber, in taking down Jabin's army general named Sisera.

 

    In Chronicle 49, which is the shortest of the three Chronicles in this book, starts off with Wally IV continuing his reconnaissance of another possible Alien star-stone, a.k.a. OP. This is the fourth Alien star-stone and Wally IV was keenly observing this one which seemed to have gone into hiding. In the meanwhile, the story of Naomi begins and the difficulties that she and her family were experiencing due to drought and famine in the land. Naomi, her husband Elimelech and their two sons made the decision to move to Moab looking for "greener pastures."

 

    Chronicle 50, which is the final chronicle in volume II, continues with the story of Naomi and her family encountering their fatal mistake in moving to Moab. Instead of "greener pastures," they were met with  one terrible event after another. The only positive thing that brought a ray of sunshine to Naomi's miserable life was Ruth. Ruth shone brighter than the morning sun and decided that after the loss of her husband the son of Naomi, that she would remain by Naomi's side. They journeyed a long way back to Naomi's city of Bethlehem but not without the help of an unusual caravan merchant heading their way. More and more, as Naomi and Ruth headed closer and closer to Bethlehem, their downward spiral of unfortunate events began to reverse. Homeless, they were offered shelter. Hungry and near penniless, Ruth began to glean on a wheat field which happened to belong to Boaz. Boaz made special provisions for Ruth, making sure that she had more than enough wheat. Finally, their misfortunes were turned into good fortune, and so radical was their good fortune that a travelling Levite poet wrote a song about them called "The song of Naomi and Ruth."

• Language: English
• Publisher: K.A.Edwards
• Release date: Oct 28, 2021
• ISBN: 9798201492052

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CHRONICLE 48

ANNO STELLAE 6679

1    Lightning over Kadesh

Would anyone have guessed who had known him that Mosheh,  much later to be known as the great Lawgiver, Moshe Rabbenu,  was in the loins of a man like Levi, the second-born troublemaker birthed by Leah, first wife of Yacob?  Levi, who thought nothing of trying to murder his next to youngest brother Yosef, and take his inheritance for his own possession, was the scion of Mosheh, who also murdered a man—proving that murder was in their genes.  Levi, who had led the deceiving and the attack upon the Shechemites, wiping out the entire city, and blackening Yacob’s reputation in Ken’an irreparably.  Levi—if all that wasn’t bad enough, who deceived his aged father and patriarch, Yacob, into thinking a wild animal had attacked and eaten Yosef, then let him suffer grief daily, for years, thirteen and seven and two to be exact? 

Yet his case goes to show and also prove that FC can use just about anything for his purposes, whether they know it or not. 

Son of Amran, a  godly Levite and Jokabed, a godly, brave woman if there ever was one, Mosheh’s career was quite remarkable when compared with the odds arrayed against him, but Wally observed the entire episode with the feeling that two enemy Ops, the Topaz that initially set down in the Ibbathan temple courtyard and was rebuffed by Mosheh later just after the Red Sea crossing, and the Heliodore, or Beryl, which went up against Debora the Sopetet and Jael the Kenite woman who was handy with a hammer and nail, would join forces, sooner or later, and they did!

These two  unspeakably evil, alien star-stone intelligences were not setting idle but were actively  planning countermoves that would somehow neutralize or even sweep  FC and himself included  from the playing board despite any gains made.

Yet the twelve tribes of the Hebrews finally reached the Promised Land,  promised long before to Abraham of Ura, then to succeeding patriarchs by the God of the Covenant.

The actual taking and possession were  not without many hardships,  mostly brought upon themselves because the tribes, all descendants of Yacob’s twelve sons,  hated following the Mizraimite-cultured  Mosheh’s orders,  (never mind those cultured ways were heavily overlaid with Midianite ways he had picked up after forty years shepherding on and around Mount Horeb in Midian!).  Only the Levites who provided the priestly caste supported Mosheh, yet they weren’t all supportive and they failed too on most occasions when push came to shove between Mosheh and the sheep he was sent by FC to lead out of Mizraim to the Promised Land of the Covenant. 

Notable successes at the onset, the most notable failures were Mosheh’s own brother and sister, Aaron and Miryam, who rose to dispute Mosheh’s role and leadership, and FC had to teach a severe lesson, that meant death for both, though delayed in Aaron’s case, and leprosy in Miryam’s, which was cured when Mosheh interceded for her to FC (prayed for the Most High’s forgiveness of his beloved, mistaken prophetess-sister).

It wasn’t only because Mosheh reminded them of Mizraimite taskmasters—which he could not help—but because they trusted no one anymore and perversely suspected that the Most High God of their Patriarchs  had led them out into the desert only to let them perish from thirst and starvation. 

Their suspicion became a self-fulfilling prophecy, quite like Prince Ahmoseh’s back in the Land of Red and Black.  It was the second generation, not the first that started out and crossed the Red Sea in the great deliverance scenario of the Most High’s plan, that succeeded in entering Ken’an.

The first generation of liberated slaves was doomed when FC  grew  disgusted with the way they resisted Mosheh his leader.   As stated, he did not even spare Aaron and Miryam his wrath.  Aaron slipped up twice, in fact, when he gave in to the people and helped fashion a golden calf for the rebel Israelites to worship and then when he joined with Miryam to dispute Mosheh’s authority.  In this way, they showed they, high in the counsels of God’s fellowship, were not immune to punishment when they sinned so greatly as they did in those respects.  With all the tribes looking to them as examples on how to behave, their mistakes were terrible in consequences to the whole people of God, and so FC had to make negative examples of them so that the people would take a cue and walk straight instead of crookedly.

One incident would not have precipitated FC’s drastic act.  A dozen,  however, tried FC’s patience.  Finally, going beyond the limit of provocation, the first generation succeeded in alienating FC from them.

FC declined to lead them any farther in the Pillar of Cloud by day and the Pillar of Fire by night and halted them at the  southern approaches to  Ken’an, the Promised Land of Purple.

Since they were fair game to more powerful nations—unable to enter in and get established as a viable nation—they had no further choice but to live out their remaining days as a nomadic tribal people and die there in the desert. 

Even so, at the encampment of Kedesh-Barnea that lay just south of Ken’an, life was not all bad.

The people took their fate, for the most part, with better grace than they had taken the trek from one water hole to another in the earlier days.

Finally, with the first generation passed away and the second generation on its feet and able and willing to move by command, the Hebrews were on the march. 

FC and FC’s appointed leader ushered the Hebrews into the Promised Land.

Once there,  Wally continued to observe the development of the Hebrew tribal nation and the rise of  its leaders,  the Sopetets.

Sopetets  were not like the leaders of other nations, and least like the Mizraimite governors from whom the name was taken.  They were king, prophet, army commander, and supreme court judge in one.  Though remarkable in  combined  powers, they were few and far between, or so it seemed during times  of national distress.  They only arose and took command when FC decided it was time to do something decisive about the chaos in the nation among the tribes, when they had rebelled against his laws to such an extent that they could not be governed but only delivered from their foes. 

Yet vital as they were in times of trouble, the tribes gave them little attention until neighboring countries made raids and took territory from the Hebrews and stole the bread right out of their children’s mouths, killing many men and pillaging  the survivors to absolute penury.  Then they cried earnestly  to the Sopetet, or if there wasn’t one, for FC  to raise one up immediately. 

More and more, always attracted to the nightly dancing and orgies, the tribes turned from their invisible, imageless El Elyon to popular Ken’anite fertility gods and ways.  The young people looking like Janis Joplin in her salad days, they thought they were having a good time and serving a god too they had chosen to do them better than the Most High had done, but that choice of a lesser god led to anarchy and intertribal fighting then family breakdown. 

The loosely-organized, tribal nation was falling apart, with each man grabbing what he could.  Why not?  They knew nothing was certain anymore.  It was useless to fight for the nation and be concerned for a neighbor when a powerful foreign army could march in any day and take all there was worth taking.  Of course, they had brought that upon themselves by abandoning the Most High and worshipping heathen gods, but they didn’t see it that way and blamed Elyon for their troubles, not the real culprits—themselves!

About this time Wally saw a  meteor  appear in the night sky.

Was it yet another world-sized diamond?  He had monitored those that were supposed to cross Earth’s path, and this was perhaps one.

It looked much like the strange thing  that visited Ibbatha before the overthrow of the Hyksos.  But this one, though it shone like a golden sun, did not shoot forth gorgeous, trailing plumes as if seeking to show it was greater than anything else in splendor.  A heliodore jewel-star, it  streaked in from the blackness of space and from the first kept its round shape, even when it gradually diminished in size and sailed down toward the dark earth. 

What next?  Wally wondered.  He had already seen what the Eye of Pher had seemingly provoked.  All  the goodwill and peace Yosef had wrought  between Mizraimites and Hebrews had been swept away in the space of a moment.  After all the turmoil and suffering they endured in Mizraim for hundreds of years,  what would this one do now that the Hebrews were residing in the Promised Land?

He didn’t like the feel of it, any more than he had liked the splendid  Pher’s Eye. After serving as inspiration for  trouble all across Mizraim, the so-called Eye had eventually moved from the Temple precincts and he had lost track of it.  Now seemingly it had drawn a brother into the Wargame!

The newcomer may have shone beautifully in the few seconds that it flew through Earth’s atmosphere, but there was a cold, hard gleam to it,  an edge