She was taken to the center of the high court, a crowd was
gathered as she was to be born again.
She walked tall, and a delicate crown sat upon her head, much like the
other maidens in the room. She was a
fierce competitor though, and the room grew silent as she was about to make her
choice. The decision to be made was
about who she would be on earth. It
mattered now, as it is written, the first shall be the last, and the last shall
be the first. Everyone was completely still, she knelt before the King.
“This is the last battle,” the King said. “It is important
you choose your place wisely.” “Where
will you fight?” “Remember what you earn here for how you spend your time on
earth, before you make your choice.”
She didn’t wait to answer for fear the courage would leave
her. “I will be last,”she said as one tear glistened down her face. This was a great honor in this realm, but she
knew the pain it brought on earth. She
had been last before, and the weight bound on earth meant a lifetime of certain
torture and misery, she was burned at the stake. She pushed back the memory and stood before
the King.
“Remember that the battle is here. You will not know who you are there until you
are unified. No man will love you or
claim you. You will only find peace in
walking alone. You will face trial and torment but for every pain on earth you
are gaining victory here. As the last on
earth, you shall be the first here. And
It is your job to make sure everyone gets back safely. You will have to find
the last man before the end of the battle.
Each one saves one.
She nodded. The guards took her back to her chambers
where she awaited her birth, she knew she would have no memories of this
realm. She had no idea what to expect on
earth this time…it was always changing.
She would be born new, with only her dreams to guide her on earth. She closed her eyes, took deep breaths,
letting fear subside. She knew as soon
as she was dreaming her spirit would be on earth. Let the battle begin.
She is surrounded by water, seemingly drowning. She kicks and pushes. She can still hear the King…”remember you’re
a princess. Don’t forget who your father
is!’ She knows that when you are born you forget everything, but she yells
back, “Yes, Father, I understand.” I am
ready for this. I trust you.” Break the water! I am ready!
She kicks hard with vigor, enthusiasm. This is the last time she will be strong, but
she trusts and the water breaks. She hears the others waiting for their turn in
the realm…they are coming behind her.
She won’t be alone, but she knows she will feel alone. She hears a
scream, she hears her mother’s voice for the first time. Her mother is afraid too. The realm is cheering in the background,
telling her to be strong…but they are fading.
She is starting to forget. She
pushes and struggles. She is crowning.
And she is born. She screams.
Suddenly where there was once
peace inside her, is unrest. Fear,
demonic strongholds, generational curses and sin are felt for the first time. It is painful to take on that seed. The Father Wounds are all carried on this
baby girl. The seed is in her genetics,
and are not apparent in her physicality.
She is a beautiful baby with big blue eyes, healthy. Her mother is young. The mother holds her to her unknowing what is
hidden in this child. There will be a
reprieve for her daughter, but only for a short while. There is no memory of the realm. A newborn, named Eve.
The realm cheered, this was the
beginning of the battle. They would all
go down in order one by one. Last to
first. High ranks in the realm took the
lower earthly bounds with pride. It was a badge of courage to take on the
difficult lives on earth. They knew they
were subjecting themselves to pain untold, but there they were the mightiest of
warriors. Every stripe on earth made
them victors there. None knew what to
expect but they knew each one saves one and they all got to come
back…together…and this was the last time!
These souls had been battling for ions and it was time to finally get to
be with their mate for eternity. As they were born to earth, they lay dreaming
in the realm. When they would awake in
the realm, it would be time to fight.
But this would be the last time.
When the battle was over they would all get to be born in the realm and
grow up as children. They would finally be with their mates they had been
searching for. To grow up a child in the realm means peace, harmony, beauty and
all the blessings of the King. These
souls had not been children for so long, and it was the ultimate ending to a
long, long war. To come back as children
means no more pain, no more fighting, but to run in open fields of wildflowers
and an eternity of laughter. It meant
experiencing abounding true love for the rest of time.
Azraela awoke to the sound of the sirens of a million
screaming birds. The new war, the last
war had begun. She began to put on her
armor. She tightened the belt of truth around her waist. Over her head she pulled down the breastplate
of righteousness. She wore her own
helmet of salvation and took up her shield of faith. She had been fighting so long she trusted all
these for battle. She had just witnessed
her soul being born on earth and she knew the enemy would do everything to
posess her there. There was a new system
on earth. An evil empire like never
before…a power and control of the enemy beyond other centuries. The New World Order. The evil one had
infiltrated the economics systems, destroying families and leaving children by
the millions without fathers. This
created a festering father wound in the likes that had never been seen by the
people of the realm. Money and greed had
come upon the states and the ones in charge were working directly with the
enemy. It was a complete shift from what
they had left in the last battle.
Azraela had been a Jewish nurse in her last life. She had saved lives in a Nazi concentration
camp. This last assignment though looked
much more daunting. She would protect
herself as the child Eve, the best she could.
She would visit Eve’s dreams to help her find her destiny as the last
one.
A soft rain came down upon a Seattle rooftop. Azraela leaned
over baby Eve’s cradle made from a dresser drawer. Eve was silent and peaceful, with flushed
cheeks and a strong heart. Azraela
reached down and touched Eve’s forehead so that Eve would feel her warmth. Eve smiled.
Azraela saw her own fate and her future in the tiny baby, so sweet and
innocent. They were one. She knew Eve would be left to the darkness of
the world and that ultimately she would have to find her own way. Someday though after victory, after trials
and tribulation they, as one would find their way home. And so it had been, life unto life, always
one to guide and protect, and to the other free will and circumstance, such as
life. Azraela and Eve would be the last
to unify, and it wouldn’t be for many years.
The air in the room grew colder, Azraela stepped back from the
cradle…there was another presence in the room.
She drew her sword.
“Oh…Azraela, so it’s you, you have chosen to be the last one!” Daemon smirked in the darkness, by the door.
His beedy red eyes stared down at Eve. Daemon was of high power in the dark
realm, and they had sent him as birthday gift to awaken the energy of the
battle. “We all know how this ends,
Daemon,” Azraela responded. “Let it begin.”
Eve was raised under Azraela’s
protection. Every good thing Eve would
ever need in life was placed inside her little heart. When the enemies arrows would come to attack
Eve, Azraela would fiercely deflect them away from her. This was to build Eve’s inner strength, so
that when her time came she would be able to fight her own battle. Eve danced and laughed as every child should
and her imagination was boundless. She
would make up stories all about the places she would someday go. These places came to her in her dreams. Eve could see the realm in her dreams, but
she saw the peaceful side of it, where she someday would be. There were castles there, surrounded by lush
green meadows and there was always a little farm boy in her dreams. They would chase each other through the
fields, and jump into the river, filled with joy, always laughing. So many times this raven haired little boy
came to her dreams, she loved to meet up with him. They rode horses and counted stars. They had so many stories to tell each other,
as if they had lived ten lifetimes. The
dreams would always end with them playing hide and seek. Eve would search and search and the boy
always had the best hiding places. She
could never find him, she would call his name over and over…”Jezreel!” She would drift into another day in reality saying
his name, “Jezreel.” Eve was six. And
these dreams would continue until the dark days.
“What the hell Adam?” Adam’s brother knocked over his bowl
of cereal. They were out of milk, so he
had put water in it. Adam’s older
brother Charlie was always angry. Their
parents took off with a biker gang a few years before and left all the kids to
fend for themselves. And how they
survived was by selling drugs. There were always so many people in and out of
the house and no one paid any attention to him, so he would just drift off in
his own mind, alot. He was staring at the tv, but not watching it. He always stared when he was in deep thought.
“Wake up, idiot! Why did you eat all the cereal?” Charlie hit Adam in the head. Adam was the youngest. He was quiet and shy. He didn’t like all the yelling that went on
in their household. He looked forward to
going to school so he could get away. He
never yelled back or cried. He obeyed
his brothers and sisters the best he could, he never wanted to make them mad. Adam
had a big imagination because he was always trying to escape from his
surroundings. He would pretend that he
was in a huge battle and that he lead an army.
It was there he was the toughest, and no one could hurt him. Adam was
seven.
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His face hit the dirt.
Not again he thought. He was the
last, but he didn’t know it. He lived in
a big city…too much noise for his liking.
His brothers made him sell drugs.
He didn’t want to be like them, but there was really no other way…its
just what he knew. He was getting beat
up at the moment. He was skinny and not
much for fighting and the bullys knew he always had pot on him. And his brother would kick his ass for that
too. First day of high school, no less. He could just hear his brother now…”Adam why
do you always have to be such a loner!”
It was over, he picked himself up and dusted himself off. “Just high school, let’s do this,” he thought.