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Abram Meets Melchizedek

Volume 6, Issue 25

Dear Friends,

This post brings us to the end of the novel THE GREAT BEING, the first in the series AGENTS OF COSMIC INTELLIGENCE. I’m writing the script version of The Great Being right now and it’s fun. Would love any feedback about what you’ve been reading in the 96 episodes of The Great Being, since the first episode (September 11, 2014) or wherever you tuned in. Thanks!

The characters in The Great Being reappear in the second novel in the series, THE FIRST SON, which is in editing now. Both books will launch this year initially as e-books, along with a third novel in the series, TRIPLE AGENT, which brings those same characters forward into the mid-21st Century.

The Great Being story arcs from 14 billion BC through around 3000 BC. The First Son takes us from 3000 BC to around 30 AD. There are stories in concept stage, filling in the rest of history from the perspective of Earth as a very special experiment in a universe with One Self playing all roles. If you’d like to be alerted when these books come out, please just click here.

An archive of all chapters of The Great Being will be available here for some time. Classic Bill blog posts will continue on a weekly basis.

Thanks for reading, reflecting, and making good use of whatever you get here.

All my best,
Bill

Part 96, the final chapter of  The Great Being, Read previous episodes.

Abram set out for the desert and his family came along. They trusted him to know which way to go but were very happy when they got to Haran, and they did not want to move again for a while. The One Self told Abram to go on alone, which he did, with Sarai and Lot, whom he thought would never leave him.

But Lot eventually did leave. It was after Abram became embroiled in Egyptian ambitions and captained mercenary armies in their service on many military adventures, all successful, which made Abram richer. This was not for Lot. Sensing that Abram was going to have a lot more military adventures, whereas Lot wanted a peaceful life in a business or farm, Lot went to live in Sodom. Abram went on as The One Self guided him, this time to a place called Salem, where he and Sarai were welcomed as if expected by King Melchizedek.

Abram Meets Melchizedek

They were treated royally and then the King took Abram off alone, up a long hill, almost to the top of the olive tree covered mountain, far from any human habitation — a wild country left to nature, from where they could look back the long way down to the city of Salem. Continue reading

Layers of Intervention

Current Classic Bill postVolume 6, Issue 24

Part 95 of the ongoing saga of The Great Being, the One Self that manifests as each of us.

The guards threw him so strongly there was nothing to do but roll like a ball down into the flaming pyre, which Abram did. The heat was amazing and he was sure that all the hair on his body burned up immediately. He stood up in the leaping flames but felt nothing.

Abram in the fire

Hold real still a female voice said in his mind, and he obeyed.

This isn’t going to be easy, Layla said to Maitreya, Templegard and Nastassia, arrayed at the cardinal compass points around Abram in their invisible bubble bodies. They held the fire away from Abram with precision telekinetics, by interposing a forcefield that shielded him from the heat, which for the four of them combined was touch and go. They weren’t even sure they were doing the right thing, since miraculous intervention had possibly also been abandoned as a strategy after Atlantis along with military dominance, but they were following their intuitions.

Relax, a motherly voice said to them, and they felt The One Self emanate into them so that their realization of Oneness with The Original Self was almost palpable. They found relaxing natural and felt buoyed up by sublime bliss and effortlessly their telekinetics were upped many quantum levels. The One was doing it all. Continue reading

The Fire This Time

Current Classic Bill postVolume 6, Issue 23

Part 94 of the ongoing saga of The Great Being, the One Self that manifests as each of us.

“What did you say?!” Nimrod demanded. The officer trembled as he fought to contain his panic, knowing that Nimrod often threw messengers of bad tidings into the fire pit.

“Lord, the teenage son of Terah went mad and destroyed gods, including several statues of you. He blamed it on the largest idol of you, and had placed the hammer in its hand.” The officer now had himself under control. He achieved this by accepting that he was about to die by fire.

“Bring Terah and his guilty son to me at once,” Nimrod said, sitting back down on his resplendent throne and emanating his eagerness for violence.

“There is more, Lord,” the officer said bravely, knowing that this would be the worst part.

“What is it?” Nimrod roared.

“The Chief Vizier has admitted that he made a grievous error. He now acknowledges that the guilty boy is actually the one we all thought you killed in this room fifteen years ago,” the officer said with dignity. “He said he now sees it clearly in the stars. Or saw it,” the officer corrected himself, “the Vizier poisoned himself and is dead.” Lucky man, the officer thought, as poison was far preferable to the fire pit.

But the officer remained among the living for that day. Nimrod saved up his vengeance for the pleasure of seeing Terah watch, hear and smell his son burn slowly to death, uncontrollably screaming and begging as his skin crisped, losing all control as they all did.

Nimrod noticed that the child did not even bow as he entered, despite his father’s pleadings. He bade them forward. Terah knew where to stop and his son followed his father’s actions. The teenager’s face lacked all fear, which inwardly scared Nimrod for a fleeting instant, and then he decided that the boy had no idea what was coming, and his pleasure heightened.

“What is your name, boy?” Nimrod asked evenly, but even so his voice boomed out. Continue reading

False Idols

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Current Classic Bill postVolume 6, Issue 22

Part 93 of the ongoing saga of The Great Being, the One Self that manifests as each of us.

Gulf of Perse harbor

As they passed the harbor, a breeze off the Gulf of Perse cooled the camels’ windward sides and they preened their coats and nuzzled each other. Abram smelled spices from the Greek and Phoenician ships and wondered what exotic places they had been far off to the East to bring back such cargos. The wind bore the sounds of sailors’ voices calling instructions to one another as they unloaded onto the docks. Abram with his knowledge of languages could make out a few words here and there.

Near the shop they ran into Abram’s five-year-old sister Sarai, perched confidently on her own young camel, and the camels greeted each other. Ruach put her face up for Sarai to pet. Camels could be affectionate with Sarai and so could people, as she had been so charming and bright since birth she had always seemed to be an adult already, temporarily masquerading as a little girl. The fact that she was so beautiful seemed to help attract everyone too. Abram loved her from the day he met her briefly as his parents showed off his infant sister to him back in the cave.

“He won again, huh?” she teased Lot.

“How did you know?” Lot asked, slightly irked.

“When you win I can see, even from far away, your face shining like the sun,” Sarai said, and they all laughed. Sarai had raced with them but so far had never won. She rode with them a bit further and then she and Lot went off to play. Abram waved and turned off to head up the lane that led to the shop where today it was his turn to play shopkeeper. Not his favorite pastime.

He hitched Ruach and carefully opened the wooden lock with the wooden key he was careful to not lose. No one else in Ur had such a contraption and it was the means by which Terah was able to sleep at home and not have to sleep in the shop as its guard, which had been the case years ago. His friend the Pharaoh had given it to Terah as a gift the last time Terah had been in Egypt. The statuary in the idol shop was valuable and it would have been a prime target for thieves. Nimrod’s protection of Terah was well known, however, which actually afforded even more safety to the shop’s contents than the lock.

Abram sat on the high stool he preferred as he waited for the first patrons. The first customer was an older man who smiled and said hello as he entered, and then spent time reverently relating to each idol in the first room. Eventually he made his way into the next room and did the same. Abram as he had been taught checked in on the gentleman after a while mostly to make sure that all the idols were still in their places and none had been hidden under the man’s fringed linen garment. The fact that he wore linen indicated wealth so this was a customer likely to buy. Continue reading

Earthquakes and Floods

Current Classic Bill postVolume 6, Issue 16

Part 87 of the ongoing saga of The Great Being, the One Self that manifests as each of us.

destruction of Atlantis “The island Atlantis itself was quickly razed to a submerged mound of rubble.”

Thousands of Rebel warships coordinated their bombardment of Atlantis on a single point, the capstone, hoping by doing so to break through the immensely powerful shields of energy protecting the vessel and its city-state within. Continue reading

The War in Space

Current Classic Bill postVolume 6, Issue 15

Part 86 of the ongoing saga of The Great Being, the One Self that manifests as each of us.

Atlantis had a klaxon horn that sounded like temple bells, which woke the entire population of Angels, Cherubs, Agents and visiting humans, including some Rebel spies, in the middle of night off the coast of Southern Europe and Africa. All but the humans listened in to Atlantis’s broadcast warning: “A very large fleet of Rebel warships is heading this way from across the galaxy and beyond. Please move indoors away from the surface of the ship.” Their hosts guided the visiting humans into the interior parts of Atlantis while the outer surface returned to its original diamond appearance.

An enormous army was assembled on the beaches of what are today Gibraltar and Morocco, and hordes of boats had already been launched, bringing assault troops across to attack Atlantis. In the boat leading the sea fleet, standing at the bow and taking the full blast of the sea drizzle, stood Ares in a heroic posture, fully aware that he was posing and feeling a little foolish about it. Continue reading