Universal Faith Assembly (Established 2009)

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The Universal Faith Assembly is a religous Assembly in the Karaite Adamide-Noahide fold of faith. It utilizes the Third Rainbow Bible of the Seven Rainbow Bibles of Karaite Adamide-Noahide faith produced by the Seven Divine Fellowships. We also utilize the Jewish Bible (The Tanakh or Hebrew Bible, which Christians call the Old Testament) and accept it as Scripture and communication from God the Creator. We were established in 2009 doctrinally, and hope to eventually grow to become a worldwide universal faith assembly, with temple halls, schools, good works programs, outreach and evangelism programs and other associated emblems of spiritual monotheism. We are a dedicated, serious and devoted spiritual assembly, follow Karaite Noahide faith as purely as we can, and hope to offer a 'faith assembly' of truth for people in the world seeking God's will and hoping to find a spiritual home which suits their purposes. The Spice Girl 'Melanie C' is an iconic figure for the assembly, but in no idolatrous way. The main website were the Third Rainbow Bible can be read is http://noahidebooks.angelfire.com. You can also find there the 'Chronicles of the Eternal Realm of Glory' series, which is the Pseudepigraphal fiction designed specifically for the Universal Faith Assembly featuring the Characters Melanie and Daniel amongst others. To join the UFA simply email me here at Myspace or my personal email of danielthomasandrewdaly@live.com.au and express an interest.

Chronicles of the Eternal Realm of Glory “Melanie and Daniel” By Daniel If 4 years with Satan had taught Melanie anything it was that without a heart which showed grace – without a heart which showed tolerance, acceptance and mercy - only judgementalism would arise and, in that spirit of judgementalism, when placed upon an individual in the pride of heart which renders irrevocable judgements of hatred, criticism and mockery, such pride would eventually be found out and undone by the glory God would give to the one abased in such eyes. For Melanie knew a truth – a truth she had learned which she now held sacred - ‘What am I, really?’ Melanie thought to herself. I know I am pretty. I know I am talented. I know I am popular. But where have I come from? And where am I going? And what does the future hold for me? I know, once, when I was a child, I had immature ways. I smoked often, and would curse from time to time. And while I often justified my vengeance, as I grew I came to realize that such ways just don’t work as well in the end as kindness and friendliness. For a heart which shows hatred and pride towards another heart, inevitably in my experience, just calls itself a snob. It feels as if it has all these great values, but looks at the way it treats people and ends up saying ‘Well what makes me so great? Aren’t I just a nasty bitch which people don’t always like anyway?’ And then, in my experience through life, I have watched some of those I derided. And I have learned this lesson – this inevitably true lesson. So many people – so many people who have chosen good over evil, even in the absolute crappy way I once viewed them – so many of them, even slowly mind you, but so many of them start gradually and carefully improving. And, after time, I notice some of those I once derided so greatly – some of them are now quite nice people. They dress a bit better, smile a bit more, speak a little more softly and display a bit more talent. And while once I derided so many people as ‘Try Hards’ I have noticed them getting better and better. For it is a truth I have learned. It was a song – I song I heard about one of those Christian artists. I forget her name, now. But I liked her in my youth. It had a line which went ‘We’re all just diamonds in the rough, but we love because he first loved us.’ So all of us are diamonds – diamonds in the rough. We have unpleasant bits. Crude bits. Nasty bits. We can mock, deride and hate. We can insult, hurt and even fight. But we are not finished yet. We have not yet arrived at were we are going or were we are supposed to be. And perhaps we will never reach the end of that destination. But as we journey along the road – as we venture further along the walk of life – we, putting it simply, grow up. And we learn better values. Values we had not really known in younger years. Values which show just how juvenile or stupid earlier ways of thinking really were. And I have noticed, many people slowly and gradually learn these values, and the earlier ones too. So, well, what I am saying to myself is this. Why judge someone so harshly. Why be so hard on someone, so insistent on pointing out their faults or shortcomings. For they may well get there eventually on what you perceive as weaknesses or faults. And this thinking permeated the mind and heart of Melanie for so long that, when she finally parted from the romantic relationship she’d had with Satan, a relationship which saw no physical attachment, but romantic affection, Melanie had learned to cope with one of the more awkward and frustrating of God’s children and, in her heart, saw the peace and joy which came from someone who showed kindness and grace. And, because of this, appreciated the wisdom of her eternal father in the life lessons she had always known were true, in her heart, anyway. Daniel smiled at her. She noticed him straight away. A faint smile, just a hint of one, and then he was gone. But she knew he liked her. She knew that. He had been a member of the fan club for many years now and, finally, after she had let him know were she lived, she found he had moved not far down the road from her. And, unsurprisingly, whenever she was at the mall in the food-court he had an uncanny sense of being there, sitting just a little away, sometimes noting her, but trying to be as casual as possible. He still emailed her, and sometimes she would answer. In his letters she noticed he tried hard not to ask anything of her. Anything which would allude to him making demands on her time or attention. And, perhaps because of that, she had started to like him a little. It seemed, although she had not quite fathomed him yet, but it seemed he generally respected her and wished her well in life. As if he wanted good things for her. She puzzled, though, why he wasn’t a little bolder, and why he didn’t come forward more often to talk to her. ‘Perhaps he is scared of my success,’ she thought to herself. ‘Or perhaps he is just a little shy. * * * * * Daniel wanted to fuck Melanie. Boy, did he want to fuck Melanie. She was death on two legs, as far as he was concerned. The hottest vagina he had seen in a hell of a long time. Naked. That is how he wanted to picture her, and as much as possible. But not yet – not even in his mind. It was a line, at the moment, he refused to cross. Because, perhaps more than anything else, he seemed to think that girls like Melanie wanted to be respected. That girls like Melanie wanted to be treated well, and with care and forethought. To be treated kindly and esteemed as a decent person, with good values. This much he thought was true because of the way she presented herself. Her album lyrics were carefully written to be sensitive to people and promote a decent way of life. He really did not know wether she was so very deliberate in crafting such words to be politically correct towards the masses, or wether they were genuine, natural words, which simply reflected the heart of the angel Melanie. But even if intentionally deliberate he worried not because they still would have reflected a heart of total concern. He had been a fan of Melanie for the last 700 years, seeing her live performances many times, owning all her CD Albums and most of her singles as well. He had tonnes of merchandise which he stored in his small mansion, a mansion he had bothered to go to the effort to afford simply because of his strong desire to own a lot of things about his favourite musicians and various other things. He found he just needed the space to store it all, no longer convicted about the size of the mansion because of his genuine love for the articles he had obtained and the joy that they gave him. A counsellor had told him, once, after his query wether it was too much that he really shouldn’t worry because he had a genuine liking for the artefacts, and it had nothing to do with hoarding wealth or trying to be showy with possessions. In such circumstances a small mansion was quite appropriate. Of course, he had a lot of other favourite musicians as well, in his early years a lot of male ones, but he had finally gotten rid of all his male musicians’ paraphernalia and decided, in true hetero style, just to concentrate on ones from the opposite sex. In the end he was just basically a guy who digged chicks and liked their music, so there was no point in pretending otherwise. But fucking Melanie would not be easy. Probably not easy at all. For starters, he doubted she would be that easy to score with. And perhaps that would be a good thing. Because if she really was that easy, then she could end up fucking any Tom, Dick or Harry. And he really didn’t want her to do that. If she got to a Tom, well, that would be bad. But Dick, well that might be too much for him. And Harry, you could never trust a Harry. Oh, he came on all smooth and stuff, but get him naked and watch out. So he hoped to hell that if she got to a Tom Cat she would leave it at that, and hopefully he would be the next name and the last name on her list. Hopefully. * * * * * Melanie looked at the dildo. It was that time of the week again. Lonely, frustrated, and alone. Still no man. She went to the cupboard, grabbed the X Rated video, put it on and started watching. It took about half an hour but slowly the fire down below started getting a little hotter and she reached for her pleasure stick. Then, as the scenes heated up, the orgasm gradually approached as she plunged the erotica instrument into her feminine glory. ‘Oh fuck,’ she said to herself, and suddenly that familiar feeling exploded through her loins, as she came hard. Breathing heavily, starting to calm down, she got up, went to the shower, and cooled down, cleaning herself thoroughly. She came back into her living room, took the video out of the cassette player, and returned it to her cupboard. Suddenly she was hungry, and needed some meat. She grabbed her purse and keys, gave the flat one last look, and headed off for the mall. * * * * * Sitting there, eating some fried chicken, she noticed him pretty quickly. She had been there for about 5 minutes when he showed up at Subway and ordered a roll and a drink. And then he sat down, just at the next table. He looked at her, sipped on his drink and said ‘Hi Mel. Hope you are well.’ ‘Yeh, things are good Daniel.’ ‘Cool,’ he replied and went back to his meal. As she sat there, working through her chips and sipping on a Coke, looking up at the foodcourt television screen, she couldn’t help but notice the gaze upon her. The not so subtle gaze of Daniel’s eyes on her body. ‘What was he imagining,’ she thought to herself. ‘Was he picturing me naked?’ She continued eating and finally decided to give him a little glance. She turned towards him and he instantly turned his head to look at her, giving her a faint smile. She smiled back a little, and returned to watching the TV screen. And then, suddenly, he stood, took his food to the bin, and left. As she watched him go she wondered if he really did in fact like her, or wether he, in the end, was just a fan watching his idol. Returning to her food she continued watching the screen but Daniel was in her head a little and, while she was not really sure if she liked him at all even, his face still lingered a bit. * * * * * Daniel put on the Geraldine CD, one of his other favourite singers. She was a fiery redhead, who he fancied shockingly. Like Melanie, he thought Geraldine was intensely cute and desired to fuck her as well. Hey, she was a babe and he was a guy – it was only doing what any other angel wanted to do in their heart anyway. Listening to the CD, happily singing along quietly to himself, he considered the latest chess move in the mail correspondence game he had going on with a friend on the other side of the Realm. It was a brilliant move he had made and Daniel was stumped. Things were looking bloody difficult now. It was game number 3,457 in the games between them and he had only want 703 of them with 417 draws and his friend winning the rest. He really was bloody hard, but Daniel was getting there. He’d catch up eventually. It was just a matter of time. Suddenly feeling hungry he went into the kitchen and grabbed some cold pizza which he had left in the fridge since last night. He also grabbed a pitcher of homemade lemonade and, sitting on the couch, looking at the chess set. As the seventh song on the CD ended, and one of his favourites came on, he suddenly found him in a good mood. Finishing off the pizza and lemonade, he gave the chess set one last look, went into the kitchen and put some pizza in a lunchbox and filled a flask with some lemonade, grabbed his coat, and left his flat heading off for the nearby park. * * * * * Bag man was there again. Daniel noticed him, reading through a book as he usually did. Poor old Satan. Hopefully Raphael would give the bastard a break one day. He thought he might go over and have a chat, but remembered that Raphael was pretty insistent that Satan learn his lesson, so decided to comply with the party line for the time being and not worry too much. Satan would be fine, in the end. Some lessons had to be learned the hard way, so that was life, wasn’t it. He sat down by the pond, opened his lunchbox he had brought with him, and finished off his cold pizza. That finished he started on the lemonade. Looking at the pond, noting the ripples from the gentle breeze which was blowing, he felt content. Things were good, at the moment. Really good. The move had been the right thing to do. Sure, Melanie was the main reason he had made the choice to switch locations, but the city he found himself in was really an awesome place to live. It had great services and top food. In fact, everything he generally wanted could be found here. And, of course, Melanie herself. He didn’t think he really wanted to marry Melanie. Not really. In fact, probably never. Probably never. Marriage was an old sacred cow of the religious maniacs as far as he was concerned. Pledges of loyalty that they never ended up keeping in the end anyway convinced him, as far as he was concerned, that there really was little point in trying to stay faithful to a partner in a commitment before God which really, in truth, was just a monument of pride and boasting which the fundamentalists used in their legalisms on normal people. And the way they judged them was often with so much pride and hostility, as if they were creatures of perfection. But, no, they weren’t. They were a joke in the end. Hypocritical beasts denying their own true natures. People were naturally attracted to other people – as simple as that. And even in a relationship where you really liked the other person a lot, it was a fact as far as he was concerned that you still liked looking at other people and thought about them. Why bother denying the truths of existence. Why bother at all. He watched the trees blow gently in the breeze, smiling at the ways of the creator. The world of nature – the natural lifestyle. The only way an angel should really behave and flow in harmony with. He remembered an old religion, one he had almost accepted. One which taught that its followers were superior to the natural order, as if they were teachers of salvation from a God who supposedly was their own special God and they his special flock. But that was a joke. A fucking joke. They were hypocrites, in the end, out of harmony with the way people really were supposed to be in the true creators order. They were servants of a dark lord – one who masqueraded in cloaks of righteousness, but whose evil was plain to see in the mind of a repentant heart. Getting down on his knees he drank some water from the pond, splashed some on his face, and stood up and stretched himself. The day was passing and he was starting to get tired. He thought on the morrow’s activities and felt, perhaps, seeing as it had nearly been a decade, he would finally get around to his new book. The ‘Chronicles’ were still coming out and he had a large realm-wide readership. He was not a well known author though, selling books through his own private website and not putting the sales figures on the official charts. He avoided media and tried to keep a low profile. And he had even removed his picture from his rww.heavenspace.heav homepage. Daniel wanted to maintain a low profile with the general public, instead preferring to concentrate on genuine fame. Fame in which his fans were genuine fans, not based on any hype from the media, but those who found his website through word of mouth or through a “googolplexianite” search engine web search. In this way his entire popularity would be genuine, with no fake hangers on. As he walked back to his car, he noticed Bag Man again, reading through one of the books he read. Perhaps he would introduce himself one day. Perhaps – but not for now. * * * * * Melanie sat in her room, listening to a CD by one of her other favourite female singers. Geraldine, she felt, was a very talented singer – very talented indeed. Her voice, to Melanie, resonated with a beauty which came from an inner soul dedicated to a standard of behaviour a little bit more mature than the average angel. Geraldine was, in Melanie’s way of thinking, complex. Quite complex. In fact so bloody complex that Melanie, on some of Geraldine’s earlier albums thought to herself ‘What the fuck is this bitch on about.’ You see Geraldine had developed the fine art of sarcasm. Extreme sarcasm. But this was hidden amongst lyrics which were often cryptic and difficult to decipher in their true intent and meaning. She would say one thing, and you would think ‘oh, that is what she is on about.’ But, after a deeper listening and a cogitatious philosophical reflection you would learn she was often having a go in the way she subtley praised something. You noticed it in the tone of her voice or the choice of words. One song in particular, called ‘Fair Gentleman’, had always made Melanie a little bit suspicious on the choice of the word ‘Fair’. Melanie assumed, perhaps rightly or wrongly, that Geraldine was attempting to put the male sex in its place with a response to the long held compliment of masculinity to their counterparts in the language they verily used. Perhaps, one day, she would track down Geraldine and mayhaps do a project together. It would be interesting to see the fruit of such an endeavour. It would be most interesting. Feeling thirsty she went to the kitchen and grabbed a bottle of coke from the fridge. She started drinking it and sat down at her PC. It was usually left on and connecting to the realm net, she surfed to her homepage. There she was, looking as beautiful as ever – definitely the way she wanted, in her heart, to present herself. Suddenly, out of nowhere really, she decided to type in Daniel’s name. Perhaps he had a homepage on one of the social websites. While she was not really interested in him in any romantic way, it might be interesting to see what he was like if he had a profile available. She typed in his first name and surname and the name of the city she knew he had come from. She found a number of entries but about half way down the list of 100 entries she found something which looked interesting. It was his name, like the others, but this one claimed it to be of an author of a series of books. She clicked on the link and funnily enough the rww.heavenspace.heav website came up. Checking the details section, which matched up with him, but not seeing a photo, she assumed it might be him. She looked at the profile for a few minutes seeing his favourite hobbies, interests and beliefs and decided to click on the link to the books. ‘The Chronicles of the Eternal Realm of Glory’. They seemed interesting. Raphael, by the looks of it, was one of the main stars of the series as a number of the stories featured him in the title. But near the end of the list, with a note which read ‘New’ was a book which had Satan in the title. She read again and noticed that it had just been added that day. This one she would look at. It could prove most interesting reading material. * * * * * Currently, regular masturbation was generally the call of duty for Satan’s little soldier. Satan had not scored with Mel, no matter how sweet he had been in the end, and as such had resorted to the standard pornography to alleviate his sexual urges. It was a ‘Solo Man’s’ last recourse but, fuckit, such was life. * * * * * Daniel watched as the garbage truck pulled up, hoisted his wheely bins into the air and dumped the rubbish into the truck, and moved on further down the street. It was Thursday morning and the garbos came without fail. Melanie was on his mind. He thought, today. Perhaps today he would be bold enough to go and visit her. Perhaps today. He had waited a fair while and, after all, it had been the reason he had moved in the end. Getting into his GYZ4000, Daniel put a CD into the player. It was a band he had just started listening to – ‘Le Ultrafuckables’ – the hottest girl-band he had ever seen. French chicks, with breasts which would make any man die from over-orgasming. Fuck, they were hot, and Daniel digged the hell out of them. Of course, so they all claimed, they were 5 of the sweetest virgins in the Realm and would only allow the absolute hottest of all angelicdom come near them for discussions on dating. They were the elite of the elite and Daniel fancied the hell out of them. But, in the end, they were simply pleasure-bots. Bodies made to carnal perfection, it would seem, but with an intelligence quotient just a little too low for Daniel. And some of their personal mannerisms, while they were quite expert in the French style, betrayed a heart which suffered just a little too much from lack of mercy. They were hot – they were slick – and the music was awesome. But that was all it was. Soul seemed to be lacking to a great degree and, perhaps like fast food in some ways, it tasted great but was not necessarily that healthy for you in the end. He pulled up in the carpark of Melanie’s apartment block. He looked up at the window to see if he could see her. Suddenly, quite surprisingly, she passed by the window and Daniel got a shock. She was topless. So now he had seen Melanie topless for the first time ever and he liked what he saw. Quite a bit. He came up to the door, pushed the button and waited. After a few seconds the intercom came on and Melanie’s voice spoke, saying, ‘Yes, who is it.’ ‘Uh, it’s Daniel. You know, from down the road.’ There was no reply immediately, but after a few seconds Melanie spoke, saying ‘Yeh, ok. Come on up. Just push the door open when it buzzes. Number 13.’ After a few moments the buzzer rang and Daniel pushed open the door, climbed the stairs and knocked on number 13. Melanie opened up and a looked at him. ‘Hey Danny Boy.’ ‘Hey, Mel.’ ‘So watcha want?’ ‘Oh, um. You know. Just thought I’d drop around to say hi.’ ‘Come on in.’ He came in, looked around the unit, and sat down on the couch Melanie motioned for him to sit at. ‘Can I get you a drink?’ ‘Uh, sure. Juice if you have some.’ Melanie went off and returned shortly with a glass full of watermelon juice and ice.’ ‘What’s this?’ Daniel asked. ‘Watermelon juice. I can’t get enough of the stuff.’ He took a sip. ‘Tastes great,’ he said. ‘Thanks.’ ‘Your welcome.’ He sipped on his juice while Melanie sat down on the couch opposite him. She looked at him for a few moments, and finally he looked away, staring up the diamond records up on the wall behind her. ’10,000,000 album sales achieved, huh? That’s not bad.’ ‘Oh, that record has 17 Diamonds now,’ responded Melanie. ‘It has sold pretty much constantly since its release.’ ’17, huh? Not too bad. What is the record, anyway?’ ‘You don’t know?’ ‘I haven’t studied the all time charts for millennia. No idea who is currently on top.’ ‘Well, Gabriel is currently number one. 42 Diamonds currently, and still going strong.’ ‘Which album?’ asked Daniel, curiously. ‘Intensification’. ‘Oh, that one. Not surprising, I suppose.’ ‘Yeh. But I’ll catch him. I don’t give up, you see. I keep at it.’ ‘Yeh, I know you do. It is why I am such a big fan, you know.’ ‘Really?’ said Melanie, a slight smile on her face. ‘Yeh, well, I have this philosophy on life. Life is full of countless numbers of people, but so few really bother to use their talents that well and just live a life in the doldrums, remaining mr and mrs average. I mean, good luck to them, but they are kind of boring in the end. Not much spark. Often not a lot to talk about apart from simple family issues or work issues. And after a number of years going through that shit it gets pretty repetitive. I mean who gives a fuck who aunt Sally is shagging these day. Sure, its juicy goss, but I have heard it all before.’ Melanie looked at him, slightly concerned at the tone of heavy criticism, but decided to consider his point anyway. ‘Don’t you think you are being a bit judgemental, Danny. I mean, I guess you have a sort of intellectual perspective on things, from noting that comment, and I guess I see were you are coming from, but people are just people in the end. So why so much pride?’ ‘Pride? Are you fucking kidding me? The flock of God are second rate on a good day. And believe me, that is a fucking good day. I mean, they have talent and abilities but their too lazy and they complain too much about God’s holy standards to bother getting off their arse and having a go. They suck, Mel. By and large most of them fucking suck.’ ‘So what. Who gives a fuck?’ ‘So says the heart of one who has settled for mediocrity. I mean if that is what you are into, then fair enough. But while the stars shine brightly, lass, and the stars do often shine brightly, and I guess you really are one of those, one of those mediocre stars, I know were I am heading.’ ‘And were is that?’ she asked, carefully, not letting the sledge get to her?” ‘Well there is only one bloody sun, isn’t there.’ She looked at him, softened a little, thought on his book she had just read, and considered that. ‘Only one sun, you say? Only one sun?’ ‘Uh, yeh babe. Yeh. I mean, Yeshie boy worked his ass off and so did that Jacob fellow. But they are small fries in the end, sweetheart. Minor competition.’ ‘And what gives you such confidence?’ ‘Well I actually am.’ Melanie considered that, looked at him carefully, and forewent her criticism. ‘Fine,’ she said, went to the kitchen, returned with another glass of watermelon juice filled with ice, and sat down in front of, legs crossed, waiting for him to speak further. Daniel finally continued, after looking at her for a short while. ‘Well, what I am is what I am, and that is they way I was made. So I don’t actually end up bragging about my own abilities. But I have noticed, and this is where I really don’t excuse the rest of the flock. I have noticed that so bloody few of them, and with huge amounts of talent available to them, ever really bother applying themselves. Few ever really go to hard enough efforts. And, I do know, they have the talent. They’re just fucking lazy.’ She looked at him for a short moment, thought on all her successes and how hard she had applied herself and continued to work at it to achieve her glory, and, despite knowing it might be a hard choice of heart to accept, assented anyway. ‘I suppose he is right,’ she thought to herself. ‘I suppose he is right.’ * * * * * Daniel looked up at his bookcase. 100% Daniel. All his books he had in his bookcase were his own creations, all his own works. In the end, so he had concluded, why the fuck would he want to read the amateurs. They were only second rate in the end. No spark – no fire – and when they seriously tried to compete they had no fucking idea, full of all sorts of sin and evil. No fucking idea the competition. You see Daniel had a philosophy on his writing. A strong level of holiness and fundamental spiritual lessons as his foundation stone. On such a foundation he could push the edges of hetero cool. And hetero cool was were it was at as far as Daniel was concerned. Of course, his characters needed an edge. An erotic, hard core, hetero edge. But they needed a strong foundation of spirituality – one which knew exactly where it was and what it was doing. And when they pushed the edge a little too much had the sense of mind to return to the older, safer standards, keeping the faith and breathing a little easier. Be daring, go for broke, push boundaries, but in the words of a sensible chick ‘You must be kidding me’, in reference to questions of how far exactly she would push it. See, Daniel was grounded, and laughed at those who might slur him. For he saw in them this truth – once they thought there sins were cool, in they would go. But they just wanted the forbidden fruit – that was all they fucking wanted. And Danny Boy, the old Devil, chuckled to himself because of it. * * * * * Melanie looked in the mirror. Danny boy was on her mind. She had read another of his short stories that morning, one which featured a few of the top angels in the Realm that she was familiar with, and she was surprised by the quality of the storytelling. It really was of a high standard. He had made claims to her yesterday – strong claims. And she was thinking to herself, in her criticisms of this angelic fellow, that if his claims really where the truth, then there would have to be, at least, a high enough level of intellectualism which addressed such claims. But more than that – really, for Melanie, she needed more than just clever, intellectual and witty storytelling – she expected to see something of the other – some of the divine – something ineffable, as it were – something which spoke of only the hand of God at work. And unless she saw such things at work in the writings of Mr Daniel, then she really would lose interest and disdain his brash and bold claims. * * * * * Daniel went to the cupboard and pulled out one of his porn videos. It was R Rated, as his entire collection of 3 porn videos were, all of them basic ‘Girls’ only vids, as suited his diehard attitude on heterosexuality. He put it in the slot, pressed play, and sat down to relax. Sitting there, watching the usual girl go through the usual routine, his mind started wandering. It would be nice, he felt, if Melanie was one of the girls in his video collection. He could satisfy his lustful desires built up over many decades of silent observation, gratified in the carnal heat of the solitary man’s pleasure. But, really, didn’t Mel deserve more than that. More than being a ‘video’ girlfriend, an object of affection, an idol desired but never met and developed into a real relationship with. And thinking that, suddenly feeling convicted, he stopped the tape, returned it to his cupboard, and went off to think. He looked up at the lamplight. It shone brightly in the dark sky. He turned away from the lamp, and walked further up the path, veering off to the left and sat down in a quiet, dark place. He looked up at the sky – the stars radiated their usual message of simplicity of a gentle guide to the nocturnal traveller. Daniel thought on the ‘Rainbow Bible’. Genesis 1 – 11:9. His sacred scripture as a human. Pacifism. It taught pacifism – peaceful behaviour towards people. But its principles also taught to separate from heretics – those who followed after idols. And such was the Abrahamic faiths of Samaritanism, Karaism, Judaism, Christianity, Catholicism, Islam, Bahai and the others. Also, all the other false belief systems such as Atheism, Agnosticism, Deism, Deitheism, Buddhism, Taoism, Confucianism, Eckism, Scientology, Any system based on Jesus of Nazareth and all his various titles and names, any system which utilized books which were called holy, scripture or in any way admired or respected apart from the ‘Rainbow Bible’ and Daniel’s own ‘Chronicles of the Children of Destiny’ and his other works. Basically, everything apart from Daniel was wrong. It was a simple as that. They were all heretics, into sin, and set on the pathways of eternal destruction. And such was the way of life. They’re were a few people who seemed to acknowledge principles of truth, but they were usually besotted by idolatry and carnal sin anyway, so they were also on the road to death, denying the very truth which was intended to save them. * * * * * Britney looked at the clock. 12:45. She had just finished lunch. But she was still thirsty. She went into her playroom, grabbed a 1 dollar coin from the glass bowl on her bookcase, and put it into the Coke Machine. Drinking the Coke, she thought on ‘Danny Boy’. It seemed he was in the slow process of actually growing up. But, while she didn’t mind being coveted, she thought he was still a very big dork. But some of his books were ok. Not bad for a tryhard. She looked at the latest book he had mailed to her. ‘The Erotic Adventures of Santa Claus in the Queendom of the Lust-filled Fairy Princesses.’ It was tempting her, all the time. Perhaps she should read it. Perhaps. Maybe later. She finished off the Coke, went to the fridge, grabbed some cold pizza, and another can of coke, sat on the couch, and watched ‘The Breakfast Club’ for probably the 7,000th time. * * * * * Madonna looked at the X-Rated video Daniel had sent her. ‘The Erotic Adventures of Lucifer Hellfire Armageddon in the land of the Ultrafuckable Amazonian Princesses’. The title, really, was quite arousing. And slipping out of her nightgown, naked in front of the LCD screen, she put the DVD into the player, pressed play, and sat on her couch in front of the screen, watching anxiously as the movie got under way. Really, she was in the mood, and this really could be the kind of entertainment she had been waiting for. Something to fire up in orgasmic, carnal and slutty ecstasy, the vivacious and bellissamae centre of her feminine glory. And fuck was she turned on. * * * * * Melanie sat down near the Apple Tree. She looked at her pet snake crawling around the branches, hissing occasionally, and generally seeming quite content. She had named her pet snake ‘Satan’, which she thought was a lovely name to give to a snake. She fed her snake mice and rats regularly , and Satan would always hiss at her with pleasant affection. She liked watching ‘Harry Potter and the Philosopher’s Stone’ with Satan. She always teased him when ‘Slythering was mentioned’, saying ‘They’re’ they are dear Satty. Lovely house Slythering. And Satan would watch intently at his heroes such as Malfoy and the other regular crew. She stood up, picked an apple, and started eating it. It was delicious, full of fruitiness, and tasted lovely. It was crisp and fresh, and she was very happy eating it. Very happy indeed. * * * * * Melanie B sat down near her Orange tree. She looked at her pet snake ‘Semyaza’ slithering all around the branches. ‘Semmy, Semmy, Semmy. Oh how I love you, dear Semmy.’ Semmy hissed a ‘Thanksss’ at her, and continued his lovely slithering. She reached, picked a fresh orange, peeled it, and ate a piece. The flavour rushed through her mouth, alive with sweet and tangy perfection. They really were awesome oranges. She sat there for a few hours that afternoon, having retrieved some orange juice from the fridge, filled with ice, and sitting in the shade of the Orange Tree, watching ‘Semyaza’ happily slither around, she thought to herself ‘Life was good’. Eternal life really was good, and thank heaven above that all things were working out. Thank heaven for that. * * * * * Britney decided to go for a walk. She grabbed her coat and her purse and made her way off to the nearby shopping mall. As she was walking along, past a park, she noticed ‘Bag Man’ doing his usual thing – reading a book. It was, apparently, from what she had heard, apart from his miserly work, all that he had going for him. ‘I guess that was life at the bottom’, she thought to herself. Getting near the shops she looked up at the Greeny Orange sky. It was late in the day and the sky looked quite beautiful. It was such a haunting change from earth, one she still hadn’t quite gotten used to. Getting near the shops she noticed a snack bar and decided to get a drink. She ordered a Caramel Milkshake, a cold one, and sitting there drinking it with a straw, she noticed Mr Radcliffe was out the back of the snack bar, in the kitchen doing some cooking. That was quite like Daniel Radcliffe, a very adaptable person who was not full of ego, interested in doing this and that simply to broaden his experiences on life. Britney quietly admired him and thought he had, from her perspective these days, in reflection of the kind of virtues he had displayed in his heavenly walk, earned the glory he had received on earth and the fame he had achieved. And, now, he was as popular as ever, willing to do the kind of things which other people were often simply to proud to do. Willing to humble himself and serve God, as people with the name of Daniel often in fact did. It was just like the lessons of the book of Daniel, with its fundamental teaching on the pride of ‘Nebuchadnezzar’, and the humbling lesson he learnt and taught to others. The Book of Daniel, it seemed, was meant to teach these lessons, and it seemed it was a great honour when the spirit of God chose that name and put that name into the parents mind to give to their child. Really, it did seem a great honour indeed. She finished off her milkshake and, thinking it tasted so nice, ordered another one. As she sat there, drifting off into space, Mr Radical approached. ‘Hey Brit.’ ‘Hey DR,’ she responded. ‘Watcha doin?’ ‘Drinkin a milkshake.’ ‘Yeh, we make the best.’ ‘So do you like tossing burgers.’ ‘Oh, its work. You know. I am after the manager’s position. Working my way up the chain.’ ‘What’s the plan?’ ‘I’ll go solo one day. I have a name for the store – ‘Fatty Burgers’. ‘Fatty Burgers?’ ‘With as much animal fat as you can handle. Dripping in wholesome goodness.’ Britney licked her lips. ‘I can’t wait.’ ‘Oh, and the high grade Coca Cola – you know the one with the Extra Added Sugar – the one which is on Raphael’s blacklist. Man, does it give you a rush. You’re in heaven for hours with the stuff.’ ‘Cool. Well, Seeya.’ She continued on to the shops and noticed a video game arcade over to the side. She ventured in, noticed Daniel was over playing Gauntlet 7, his usual favourite game, and Rebecca was sitting in the corner, reading from the ‘Book of Rebecca’ by the looks of it, seemingly happy and content. JT was playing pool and noticed her immediately. He walked over. ‘Brit.’ ‘Hey.’ ‘Wassup’ ‘Usual shit.’ ‘Wanna play?’ ‘Ok.’ * * * * * Melanie put on another CD. The Spice Girls ‘Lost in Spice’. It was one of their best albums. She looked through the 9 track titles. Track 1 – Hot Spice, Track 2 – Sugar is Sweet, Track 3 – Totally Wicked, Track 4 – Carnal Affections, Track 5 – That Boy is Spunkadelic, Track 6 – Divine Fire, Track 7 – Lost in Spice, Track 8 – Callodyel Harmony, Track 9 – Out of Sight. She sat there, on the floor, the music playing, drinking watermelon juice, eating a vegeburger which the guy from ‘Hungry Jack’s’ had delivered, in her own little heaven of bliss. * * * * * Alecia sat on the steps of her house. She looked at the sky. It was green as usual. It was getting hot at the moment, so she walked around the back, stripped down, and dived into her pool. After about half an hour of swimming around she went inside and put on a CD. ‘Bon Jovi – New Jersey’. ‘Lay your hands on me’ came on and she disappeared into the heart of ‘Jon’, letting go of some anxiety which had built up, feeling a bit better, feeling a bit more positive about things. * * * * * Britney really looked fucking hot today, Daniel thought to himself. Like fire itself. But the bitch went over to chat with JT, and didn’t even give me a fucking look. Bitch. Bitch. Bitch. As he sat there, considering the drowning of his sorrows in a Coke, he decided he may as well, and went to the fridge, grabbed a Coke can, opened it, sat down in front of the tv, put on Brit’s greatest hits, and for the next 3 hours said everytime her face appeared, ‘Bitch, Bitch, Bitch.’ But everytime he got a little bit of a smile on his face and realized he loved her, so such were the ironies of life. * * * * * Melanie looked at the picture of Daniel he had finally caved and given to her, sitting on top of her piano. He really was quite handsome. Quite a catch she was now thinking to herself. Should she date the devil? Should she date this man who was determined to be the very ‘Sun of God’ if he was at all capable of achieving such glory. Should she date Xaddadaxx himself. It was an interesting idea, but if Kalan liked her, as he claimed he did, if Callodyn really was the man for her, then she wanted a sign. Some sort of sign of commitment which would prove to her that his love would last forever. Some sort of commitment. * * * * * Daniel picked the ‘Rainbow Bible’ off his shelf, walked outside, and made his way steadily to Melanie’s house. He knocked on the door, Melanie answered, and he threw the Rainbow Bible at her. ‘Get the fuck over the Jesus Boy, Mel. Get the fuck over it.’ And that said, he disappeared, back to his home, realizing she would eventually get the fuck over it. Idols were idols in the end – who the fuck really wanted to be up the butt of Jesus boy whose only agenda was to try and rule the world with the underlying motivation of fucking as many females and males as he possibly could. Using them up, spitting them out, defiling their honour, and then judging them to hell to keep them in line. He was cancer, evil and an abomination to Daniel and one day, he knew, Melanie would admit the truth. * * * * * Daniel sat in his room, thinking it over. It was the right thing to do. It was about time she learned the truth, and got over Satan. Jesus was just no good, just no good. Corruption and sin eats away at itself in the end, just like the Jewish religion as well. The circumcision was the point where the Jews had died and gone into death. And after thousands of years of justifying such hypocrisy their evil was steadily and inevitably damning them. And Daniel was relieved because of it. He knew down on earth that the standards amongst them had slipped so much that suicide itself was starting to become an attractive option. The quick rush and the end to the struggle. And of course, murder was looking more and more appealing all the time to the mind of the damned ones. Hellfire and oblivion waited, but such was life. Such was life. * * * * * Melanie was disappointed. Daniel was so judgemental. Really, she thought he was terribly arrogant to be so hard on Jewish people, just because they circumcised. I mean, what was wrong with circumcision? Why was that a problem? And so, deciding to give the issue some thought, she approached her PC, opened the ‘Word Forever’ word processor, and typed in a new document ‘The Circumcision Question – An investigation into a spiritual dilemma by Melanie C’. She sat staring at the screen, wondering what solutions life itself would provide for her, and slipped out into the kitchen, drank from her pitcher of watermelon juice, and stood there, thinking. Just thinking. * * * * * Daniel looked at the ‘Orianthi’ CD Single. ‘According to you’. Released again. God she was an arrogant bitch. Up her arse something shocking. She was stupid, useless, couldn’t do anything right. She was difficult, hard to please, and couldn’t do anything right. She was pathetic. And there was this other dildo who wanted her. But who gave a fuck anyway. Who gave a fuck. Besides, she was boring, moody, she sucked at telling jokes. But the song was alright. * * * * * ‘Walking around on a broken leg.’ Melanie couldn’t get the fucking song out of her head. ‘Walking around on a broken leg.’ * * * * * Melanie looked at the seagull on the beach. It was busily eating a fish which had come to the shore, met its fate, and provided itself as a noble sacrifice for the hungry gull. She was on her long towel, the umbrella shading her, looking at the hot boys on the beach. She had her sunglasses on, the transistor radio was playing, a bottle of iced champagne by her side, and all right in the world. Boy after hot boy came up, smiled at her, often flexed their muscles, and offered her various affections for a night of carnal lust. And while she was at times quite tempted, she let them be. She’d had her fill of carnality for a while, and other things could suffice. But those hot spunks sure did look good. They sure did look good. * * * * * Orianthi looked at the website. ‘Chronicles of the Children of Destiny’ – An Amazing saga of the Lives of the Eternal Angels. It could prove interesting reading. And, by the looks of it, it was all free to read online. Mmm. Perhaps something to check out. * * * * * JT was now, just about, over Britney. Just about. Rihanna was looking finer all the time, but he was now into ‘Orianthi’. She was now the new hot thing. Totally hot. Totally and completely hot. Yeh, she was the one to go for. Chase that tail. * * * * * Melanie sat down at her PC, having given it some thought, and wrote out these words. ‘I suppose, it couldn’t really be argued that the foreskin doesn’t have a natural part in the design of the human body.’ In fact, it seemed to Melanie quite probable that the foreskin did have a practical and important purpose in the design of the male human body. It protected the head of the Phallus, which was naturally a sensitive part of the human body. Going further, the actual act of circumcision was an act of deliberate aggression and violence on the human body of the male. Even if the one doing the circumcision was embarrassed or had no actual hatred towards the baby, they were still practicing enough evil to mutilate the child anyway. They were, inevitably, in the position of error and, as error was sin – the fundamental basis of sin, the Abrahamic, Samaritan, Jewish and Muslim systems of religion were fatally flawed and on the road to destruction. It was a logic of universal spiritual truth which, now, seemed to make sense to Melanie. The only cure – the only real cure – was the renunciation and repentance of the deliberate act of circumcision. This was the only possible cure. The only, inevitably, possible cure. * * * * * Melanie picked up the Rainbow Bible which Daniel had given her. Genesis chapter 1 through to Genesis chapter 11 verse 9. It covered ‘Creation’ to the end of the ‘Tower of Babel’ incident. Daniel had written some notes for Melanie. Apparently he acknowledged that the general documentary hypothesis seemed sound and correct and advocated ‘Richard Elliott Friedman’s’ ‘Who Wrote the Bible?’ as a both scholarly, academic and mainstream work, accessible by anybody with a basic sense of biblical knowledge, and also anyone outside of that field who just had a general interest. Daniel’s view was that the early Hebrew scribes compiled together histories and legal rulings from their history in the compilation of the Torah and the Hebrew Bible. But, in Daniel’s judgement, Abram was led astray by deceiving spirits, and the circumcision was not the work of the creator, or the sign of any divine covenant. Daniel presented to her the basic view that the ‘Rainbow Bible’ was still a basically sound and acceptable historical document, relative mainly to the era in which it was produced were the recording of history was still at a basic level, meaning that there was no reason to expect such things as ‘Divinely Written’ or ‘Infallible’ or ‘Inerrant’ or anything like that. Yet, simply because it was the only real information that mankind had available on the origins of earth and the universes creation, and that it likely spoke, in Daniel’s opinion, of a sound enough recording of history, that it was thus acceptable to use in a ‘Scriptural’ or ‘Religious’ sense. The actual coining of the term ‘Rainbow Bible’ had indeed a precedent, established in the ‘Noughties’ decade of the 2000s, thus there was a factual historical witness. This much was true, correct, and could not be disputed on an historical basis. The sign of the Rainbow Bible’s covenant was, of course, the Rainbow itself. This covenant promised mankind and animals that God would never send another flood. That was the promise of the covenant. There was also rules given pertaining to the covenant, and those established earlier in mankind’s history. The main rules pertaining to the time of the covenant were ‘The forbidding of the eating of blood’ and ‘The forbidding of murder, with God’s intent that murderers be put to death.’ Daniel had written a note which said ‘Murderers, once having killed, are always capable of killing again, no matter what type of repentance they may have claimed. Thus, the term ‘Death Entities’ meaning creatures capable of killing, and thus being a spirit or entity of ‘Death’. Because of this, those who did not kill who were worthy of life had the fundamental human right granted to them by God to live and, because they had the right to live, they had the fundamental right to protection from murder, and as such the only responsible thing to do with murderers was to put them to death. It was just, fair and appropriate punishment. As for their fate beyond death, well that was in the hands of God. The Circumcision problem was that it allowed ‘Death’ and ‘Murder’ in for the act of simple things common to human beings. For example, ‘Homosexual practice’, which was, in Daniel’s opinion, simply an alternative type of lifestyle some people felt suited to and enjoyed, was something which the religion of the Israelites tried to destroy. They were intent on killing them and had devised the sexual sanctions in Leviticus 18 & 20 and the story of ‘Sodom and Gomorrah’ for the intent of removing such behaviour from their populace. This was simply an ‘Elitist’ spirit, not tolerant or accepting of people who chose different things for themselves. Such madness also applied to rulings on ‘Adultery’ and ‘Incest’. For example, Seth had sexual relations and married one of his sisters. This was normal and acceptable behaviour for human beings, part of the natural design. Many humans often found parents or children sexually attractive, and desired sexual relations with them. That was also a natural thing for many human beings. Daniel agreed that ‘Bestiality’ was inappropriate behaviour because of the potential embarrassment which it could cause animals. To Daniel, only sexual relations within a species or perhaps genus for certain animals, seemed appropriate. The passing on of venereal diseases, in Daniel’s view, ultimately originated with Bestial behaviour. Homosexuality, to Daniel, was a scope of behaviour not as much in harmony with the natural world as Heterosexual behaviour, which was behaviour which produced offspring and, thus, when Aids first arrived ‘Homosexual’ men were the first victims. Homosexuality was not wrong, as it were, but simply less nature based. It was a divergence from the norm, but it was not an act of aggression or violence, and thus did not violate fundamental principles of the ‘Rainbow Bible’. As such it was an allowable divergence which humans had the right to look into and explore for themselves. Whatever lessons they wanted or needed to learn, they would learn for themselves and ‘Live and let live’ was the core motto Daniel applied and was quite happy doing so. And his notes went on further, but that was enough for Melanie to feel quite a bit better about this Daniel she had started to like. * * * * * Up in heaven above, the Creator was pleased. Quite pleased. Daniel had shared with Melanie some truths of life – truths of absolute existence. Her soul would mend even further and heal from the lies of her earthly upbringing. It would simply happen in the fullness of time, as knowledge of truth carefully and inevitably won the heart of his dear daughter. * * * * * Daniel walked down to the river, carrying a bag with various bottles of juices. As he sat on grass overlooking the river, the water following its course in happy regularity, Daniel considered Melanie. She seemed like an intelligent enough girl. He was thinking, probably, that she would see the point in his arguments. That she would understand that what she had been raised in was not the way of reality and had been, in fact, the way of death. Something which had inevitably killed her. Daniel had finally passed from life, really, for one reason. The women he really did in fact love had also passed and he just wouldn’t let them go. As simple as that. He drank down the orange juice, feeling a little bit better today. Some anxiety had built up for a while. But now he was feeling good, and the juice was doing wonders. Staring at the water as it flowed along, he started thinking other thoughts on life. Other thoughts than the usual high spiritual dramas he had been mostly involved with for a very, very long time now. It seemed to himself he had reached a general conclusion on certain spiritual issues, was satisfied with his beliefs, and could now rest. It was alright now – it was alright. The devil of lies had been defeated in his heart, and his faith rested in the truth he knew to be true. The Rainbow would always last – as simple as that. It was an everlasting covenant and, while he knew certain technical possibilities in the Rainbow Bible, it seemed the intent of the creator for the Rainbow to Remain eternally. And that was good, Daniel thought to himself. That was good. He started on the watermelon juice, enjoyed its sweet, light flavour and just drank in the peace and happiness which came from a heart which had found truth with God. And for this he was grateful. Truly grateful. * * * * * Melanie picked up the dictionary, something she was doing more and more these days, simply to continue her study of words to enlarge her knowledge base and improve her thinking. A greater personal vocabulary of words had the effect, it seemed to her, of, as words were added, improving intelligence. It seemed that a person’s intelligence increased as more knowledge was taken in and, perhaps what seemed important to Melanie, that this new knowledge was processed, thought upon, pondered, philosophized, and gradually brought into harmony with the other words known of in her mind. A continual increase and expansion of her knowledge base on life in the English speaking world seemed to be the resulting fruit, and an occupation of careful work worth the effort of pursuing. She remembered her ancient school days. Education had not always been the most exciting of pursuits, mainly focused then on being ‘Cool’ and crafting out a place in the ‘Social Hierarchy’. That of course had been a very important priority for Melanie, as it was for most people. But now, as her knowledge base was increasing, and she was starting to understand more of life, she now valued the idea, very highly, in true English tradition, of ‘Working on Things’. Showing an aptitude for gradually improving in areas of knowledge, skill and virtue, to be a truly ‘Accomplished English Lady’. It had been a strong part of her English tradition from an earlier period, especially in the Victorian era. But, and this was interesting to her now, their needed to be an impulse - and this impulse was 100% absolutely essential for her particular sand of infinite progression to continue forwards. Their needed to be a spirit of life within her, a drive, a focus, something which committed to the eternal – something which committed to the infinite. Of course, in the ‘Rainbow Bible’ it spoke of the ‘Tree of Life’. Yet, there was this lesson which Daniel had driven home as ABSOLUTELY FUNDAMENTALLY NECESSARY, or only DEATH could result. When God presented to your heart the choice of eating the forbidden fruit of knowledge of good and evil, you were a complete and utter tosser if you ate the stuff. Totally fucking nuts. And why? Just look at what happens to them all, says the Holy One. They all fucking die in the end, don’t they? They all fucking die in the end. So stick to the fruit of life, babe. Stick to the fruit of life, the spirit spoke to her mind in pleasant little ditties of joy. * * * * * 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6 & 7. Six days of creation, 7th day of rest. The angel Saruviel, the 7th Angel of the Realm of Eternal Glory, was curious on an issue. A theological issue which Daniel had been writing about on his website. Rejection of Circumcision did not seem quite right, so Saruviel was now writing an email with a response. ‘The Supernatural system of knowledge, dear Daniel, is a system which encompasses infinite knowledge and understanding. The design of the natural system is simply one aspect of the creator’s knowledge and designs. The purpose of the ‘Circumcision’ on the Eighth day is to represent ‘Supernatural’ intervention. As you know ‘8’ people were taken on board the Ark and, as such, this number represents supernatural intervention on behalf of God and indicates the power of ‘Salvation’. This seems quite abundantly clear. The ‘Natural’ system of the Universe is simply one potential design within the creator’s arsenal of potential designs. I feel you are quite mistaken on this issue, Daniel. Quite mistaken.’ It was about 3 days later, Saruviel checked his email, and Daniel had responded. ‘The Creator is consistent with himself. Perfectly consistent. He has complete knowledge of good and evil, but chooses good based on his spiritual nature. He is motivated by goodness, holiness and perfection. His system of design knows no flaws, inconsistencies, or error-based principles. God is flawless and without any error of any kind. His spirit is a spirit of absolute truth, with no corruption whatsoever. The deity of Israel is resplendid with principles of knowledge and truth – this is in no way disputed. But the funny thing about an apple which is rotten in its core is that it eventually dies and decays away and, really, is no good at all. The Israelite representation of deity has corrupt elements associated with it – this I know from personal spiritual observation. It is a corrupt element which will eventually destroy itself, succumbing to sin and death. The Creator of the Rainbow has no flaws. No inconsistencies. No imperfections. He is a perfect being. The imperfections come from the deity of Israel, which we term the ‘Serpent Spirit’, a spirit imperfect and resorting to hatred and violence to justify its personal views on what is supposed to constitute divinity. It is this spirit which is responsible for disease, virus and death within the earthly system. This spirit was placed, by the Creator, within the forbidden tree of knowledge of good and evil. As such, ‘In the day you eat thereof you shall surely die’. The Creator himself is separate and distinct from this evil, perfectly aware of it’s dark nature. Yet, while the creator has perfect knowledge of this evil, the Creator’s heart is perfectly motivated by goodness, holiness, love virtue and good and positive things. It has no ill will, no ill intent, no arrogance or hatred towards those children made in its image. The deity of Israel, on the other hand, arrogates to itself qualities ‘Supreme arrogance, demanding what it perceives of as the sovereign rights over life and death. It may kill at will, torture at will, hate at will and practice at will any other form of evil it so chooses. It displays this vanity by statements which suggest its ‘Absolute Authority’. On the other hand, the creator is decent, gentle, careful with people, loving of its children and desiring the very best of and for them. It is a creator which cares and is not motivated by destruction and ill will. Israel’s deity is very good at imitating this behaviour, but the soul is lacking. It has no true heart, instead delighting in its fallen Israelite child, attempting to corrupt the hearts and minds of the children of men with its barbaric views on morality, and its death sanctions within the Torah to exterminate all who would dare oppose it. The God of Israel is fucking evil, so get the fuck over it Saruviel. Get the fuck over it. Yours sincerely, Daniel. * * * * * Saruviel was thinking it over, and finally responded. ‘Well, Daniel. Whatever the case may be, I don’t think the God of Israel is quite as motivated by evil as you think. I get the point of what you are arguing on circumcision. If you see it that way, fine. No problems. You’re a bit a harsh though, aren’t you? How about lightening up a little?’ Four weeks later Daniel finally responded. ‘Ok. I will lighten up a little. I don’t accept those views, so don’t think I will anyway compromise on my beliefs, but I am happy enough to LIVE and LET LIVE. Ok. Sincerely yours, Daniel.’ Saruviel responded quickly. ‘No problems.’ * * * * * Melanie looked at the painting she was working on. A lovely green valley on a rainy day, with a Rainbow radiating soft, gentle purity. She felt happier, now. Much happier. As a sign of a Covenant the Rainbow was simply better. Really, just simply better than any other sign. It worked, God maintained it, and it was eternal. Really, there was NO reason to leave it. No reason whatsoever. * * * * * Daniel finished off his watermelon juice. He was happy. Happy. At peace and, finally, having found consolation. His faith had been shown true, and the Devil was giving up. It was unable to tempt him any further, and the Rainbow was now going strong. Thank God for that. Thank God for that. THE END