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   Daniel Redux   
      
       
      
       
      
   Daniel looked into the mirror. He was - content. A quiet heart, living on   
   earth, a child of destiny on his lonesome, just over 30 million years without   
   much of a familiar face apart from his twin, Ariel. And, now, living a quiet   
   life in Berridale in New    
   South Wales, as Avalon watched over mankind, and the wheel of time turned, and   
   lives were lived, and the world turned.   
      
       
      
       
      
   He looked into the old, ancient cracked mirror, the common thing in the   
   lifetimes he had now spent at 7 Bent street, the house rebuilt time and again.   
      
       
      
       
      
   The city of Berridale was a village again. Old documents from its foundation   
   had been copied and preserved time and again, and the Australian Prime   
   Minister wanted their long lived guests from heaven to live in peace. Mankind   
   knew about them, but went    
   about its business mostly unconcerned, a youth occasionally wandering into   
   town to ask Daniel about heaven, looking for answers not discussed on the   
   official websites he maintained.   
      
       
      
       
      
   He looked into the mirror. Keri came in - Ariel's human name - and smiled at   
   him. 'I feel Cyril's presence. Going through my heart. Checking to see   
   everything is ok.'   
      
       
      
   'He has never left us. 12 million years gone again, and I feel him here every   
   night. Mary too.'   
      
       
      
   'Family is forever,' said Keri.   
      
       
      
   'Amen,' said Daniel.   
      
       
      
       
      
   He looked into the mirror, finally started covering his face with soap creamed   
   up by a shaving brush, following Cyril's old ways, even though in youth he had   
   done things differently, but doing things like dad now, for he followed in his   
   father's    
   footsteps. And he shaved away, and listened to the small bathroom radio, and   
   kept life simple.   
      
       
      
       
      
   And then some toast and vegemite and his morning tea, and off to Cooma to work   
   at Telstra, for he was following in his father's footsteps, and had found the   
   sweet peace of God.   
      
       
      
       
      
   * * * * *   
      
       
      
       
      
   'He was very angry at us,' said Ambriel.   
      
       
      
   'Daniel has calmed down,' replied the theophany.   
      
       
      
   'He hated Israel for a while. We didn't sit right with him,' said Michael.   
      
       
      
   'The two of us have worked through most of the issues,' responded God.   
      
       
      
   'Are you sure it is wise?' asked Elenniel. 'He is settled in his life in   
   Berridale at the moment. I watch him through the portal. Days at a time, some   
   times. Aquariel likes to sit with me. And Gloryel. Especially Gloryel. She has   
   grown quite - fond - of    
   him. She talks at length of his days, his gentle and simple ways. And she   
   speaks with Cyril his father on the phone constantly. I wouldn't interfere   
   with her current happiness. You know what that is like. When you are in a zone   
   in life, when something is    
   working for you. I see it in Gloryel's heart. Her following of Daniel's life   
   gives her solace, it is a balm for her souls anxieties. I would have her enjoy   
   it while it lasts.'   
      
       
      
   'Yet she might take even greater comfort in his return,' said God, looking   
   gently at his daughter.   
      
       
      
   'Possibly,' said Elenniel.   
      
       
      
       
      
   'Have you made up your mind?' asked Ambriel.   
      
       
      
   God nodded softly.   
      
       
      
   'Then the decision is made,' finished Ambriel, and the other two finally   
   nodded in agreement.   
      
       
      
   'My son is coming home,' said God, and the little group celebrated in the   
   Zaphora cafe all that afternoon.   
      
       
      
       
      
   * * * * *   
      
       
      
       
      
   Daniel arrived home in his Toyota Corona, only to find a small crowd gathered   
   on the front porch of 7 Bent street, And then he spotted the pairs of three   
   outstretched wings and knew the Seraphim had dropped by.   
      
       
      
       
      
   He pushed through the crowd at the front door and found Michael, Ambriel,   
   Elenniel and Gloryel by the looks of it, all wings outstretched, even the   
   third pair, which usually only came out with the divine presence, but lo and   
   behold, gleaming like amber,    
   God, chatting with Ariel and the reporter from Berridale news.   
      
       
      
   God looked at Daniel. 'Are you ready to come home?'   
      
       
      
   Daniel sighed, sat down, and looked at Ariel. 'Well, nothing lasts forever,   
   sweetie. Nothing lasts forever.'   
      
       
      
       
      
       
      
       
      
   When the local news telecast that night insisted God himself had visited   
   Berridale, the blurred video, with no discernible imagery, was called a hoax   
   by most in the industry.   
      
       
      
       
      
   But Daniel and Ariel were gone, returned to the Realm of Eternity, and life on   
   Terra rteurned to its steady pathways, suns setting, suns falling, and so   
   called divine encounters gradually receding from the news headlines.   
      
       
      
       
      
   The End   
      
       
      
       
      
       
      
       
      
   Reborn   
      
       
      
       
      
   1,200,000,001 HY   
      
       
      
       
      
   Here he was. Reborn. Yet another new beginning in the life of Daniel Daly. Yet   
   another new start. He guessed, in time, he would get used to that - new   
   beginnings, fresh starts. In a life of eternity he would start time and again,   
   and finish time and    
   again.   
      
       
      
       
      
   And now, Ariel comfortably leaving him, off to a new love, but a private note   
   reading, 'These last few million years in Berridale were good. You impressed   
   me. You were - older. I liked it. I'll love you forever, you know, Danny.   
   Forever. Hugs and Kisses.    
   Ariel.' He loved her for it.   
      
       
      
       
      
   Time to start again, though. And in the last month since returning, Gloryel   
   had been hanging around. She had a crush on him. And he liked her having a   
   crush on him. Life went on, after all. New love, new romances, and life went   
   on.   
      
       
      
       
      
   'God. Thank you. For all the good times, and all the bad times. For what has   
   been, and for what may come. Thank you.'   
      
       
      
   And Daniel looked out over Zaphona city from Zaphon tower, and Ambriel and   
   Michael told him to get his ass inside, for it was his turn in the 'Risk'   
   game, and Ambriel was on the verge of victory.   
      
       
      
       
      
   And life went on in the Realm of Eternity.   
      
       
      
       
      
   And life went on.   
      
       
      
       
      
   The End   
      
       
      
       
      
       
      
       
      
   Michael 3   
      
       
      
       
      
       
      
   Michael and Phindwel were tag team partners in the Mexican league wrestling   
   federation.  It had been a long eternity, and after a long sojourn on earth,   
   they were back in heaven above again and quite bored, with not much else on   
   his plate, the overseer    
   of Zaphora chatted with Phinnie. 'Why the hell not, bro.  Let's go for it.    
   Out in Terraphora.'   
      
       
      
   'Sure Mikey Mike Mike Mike.  And we can get all de bandidas.  All the hot   
   tamalis.'   
      
       
      
   Michael smirked.  'Elenniel will be jealous.'   
      
       
      
   'What she don't know won't hurt her.'   
      
       
      
   Michael smiled at Phinnie. 'Devil.'   
      
       
      
   'Takes one to know one,' said Phindwel.   
      
       
      
       
      
       
      
       
      
       
      
       
      
       
      
       
      
       
      
      
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