Chronicles of the Children of Destiny   
   The 4 O’Clock Octet   
   by   
   Daniel Thomas Andrew Daly   
   Copyright 6176 SC   
      
   4 O’Clock   
   It was 4 O’Clock.  God was bored.  Too late for clubbing, and way to early to   
   do anything useful for the day.  Nothing was open, except the 7 Eleven down   
   the street.  But, suddenly, feeling hungry, he grabbed his wallet and wandered   
   off.   
       
   ‘Hey, big fella.  Good to see you again.’   
   God nodded at the 7 Eleven attendant.  He knew this one well.  Mark.  Made   
   good slushies.   
       
   God looked at the hot pies.  There were 2 cottage pies left and a steak and   
   kidney.  He was hungry – he ordered all 3.  Grabbing two cans of Coke, he sat   
   out the front of the 7 Eleven, staring at the nearby street light, watching a   
   car occasionally drive    
   by, eating his pies.   
       
   Really, there was not much to do at 4 O’Clock on Sunday morning.   
       
   Suddenly someone walked up to the store, dressed in sneakers, shorts and a   
   t-shirt, which all looked saturated.  It was Daniel.   
       
   God assessed the situation, walked over to him and asked, ‘Are you having an   
   episode?’   
   Daniel, the schizophrenic, didn’t like saying anything was ever wrong with   
   him.  But it was the big fella.   
       
   ‘I’m broke, God.  No money.  I’m miles from home.  I was at the river, not   
   knowing what to do.  I dived in and crossed over and wandered around the   
   mountains.  But I came home.’   
       
   God looked at his son.  ‘Come on.  Come with me.’   
       
   Daniel followed God to his flat, were God got out his car, told Daniel to sit   
   in the front seat, and drove him back home to his worried parents.   
       
   Later on God was enjoying his cooled off pies.  Daniel was always a worry, but   
   Schizophrenia took a life time to heal.  But that was what God’s were for –   
   looking after their sick children.   
       
   It was well past 4, he took a sip of his Coke, turned on MTV and mellowed out,   
   thinking on Daniel, and finally, after a hectic 23 hours, falling asleep.   
       
   He dreamed his dreams, and the Sandman reminded him he would be awake by six,   
   but he didn’t care.  It was slumberland of the soul, and another days passions   
   were put to rest in the life of the Theophany of the Almighty God and Father.   
    The End   
      
      
      
   4 O'Clock 2   
      
   2,120,100,207 HY   
      
   They were at the Daly's place in Alice Jackson crescent in Gilmore.  God was   
   watching MTV on Foxtel, and it was 4 O'Clock in the morning.  The old man   
   would get his hours sleep at 5.  It was all he ever got.  Funnily, it was all   
   he ever needed. He was    
   God, after all, a radiant bundle of energy.   
      
   Wormdog was playing the Megadrive with Daniel, and his girl RiRi was snoozing   
   on the floor, 'Good girl gone bad' playing on repeat beside her on the small   
   stereo.  God was happy. But he was happy most of the time, anyway.   
      
   'God,' said Daniel.  'Let's get Doug.  Go up to Macarthur horse paddock.  He   
   gets up about this time.  God snorted, clearing his nose, and pulled out a   
   tissue to deal with the snotty mess.   
   'Sure, Danny.  We can get some pies from BP.'   
      
      
   God ordered 3 Cottage pies, and as they sat in front of Chisholm BP, early in   
   the morning, God spoke up.  'I remember some of your thoughts from around   
   here, Daniel.  You always liked philosophy on you thursday morning pay days.'   
   Daniel drank his ice tea and smiled.  The edge of life, the intensity,   
   thoughts like that were brilliant in his memories now.  They had been   
   challenging to live, but the rewards had been eternal.  And the Tuggeranong   
   they lived in, in the Realm of    
   Eternity, was one particularly imbued with Daniels spiritual memories.   
      
   They finished up and walked to upper Macarthur, found Doug on the front porch,   
   playing his acoustic guitar softly, smoking, still the coolest rock and roller   
   the band Kings X were famous for giving to the world.   
      
      
      
      
   At Macarthur horse paddock, they all stood there, in the dark, looking at the   
   flashing light of the beacon in the distance, enjoying the ethereal spiritual   
   memories of Daniel in particular, who had visited the place often at night   
   during his earthly    
   sojourn. It was bliss.  Dark, quiet, calm, bliss.  A horse trotted up, and God   
   spoke soothing words to it.   
      
   They were happy.  4 of the most intense souls in the universe.  'Is pleiades   
   happy tonight?' Doug asked God, his ritual question at this place.  God just   
   smiled.   
      
      
   They got home, and God lifted up the snoozing Rihanna and placed her in the   
   guest bed and lied down next to her.  And he slept, and he dreamed, and the   
   Sandman kept him once more entertained with another thrilling adventure in the   
   heart of eternity.   
      
   The End   
      
      
      
   4 O'Clock 3   
      
   5,069,347,842 HY   
      
   Wormdog looked at the young dog.  It had rabies.  'God.  Will it live?'   
   God looked at the young Kelpie.  'I'm afraid its on its last legs, Wormdog.  I   
   know you love dogs, but there is nothing we can do to help it.  It is just   
   going to die.'   
   Wormdog was sad.  He loved to help dogs when he could.  'Is there,' he   
   paused.  He didn't want to ask.  It was generally not God's way.  Only on rare   
   occasions.  'Is there, something you can do, father?'   
   God looked at Wormdog.  'Ok.  Son, ok.  On this occasion.  The dog should have   
   known better, and really should get what is coming to it, but on this occasion   
   I suppose I can give it a break.'   
   So God knelt down, touched the dog on its rabied mouth, and the dog whimpered,   
   layed down, and slept.  All that night it slept.  At 4 O'Clock the following   
   morning Daniel got up in the middle of the night, got some bacon out of the   
   fridge, some tomatoes    
   and eggs, and started a fry up.  He was hungry.  He noticed, though, the dog.    
   The Kelpie, out the back.  It was lying there.  And it looked better.  Cured.   
      
   God was woken by Daniel, as well as Wormdog, and Daniel said 'How could it   
   have been cured?  You guys didn't do anything did you?'  He looked   
   suspiciously at God who had a 'Who Me?' look on his face.  Wormdog didn't say   
   anything.  You see, Daniel had    
   found the dog on a walk around upper Macarthur, a stray, and it was not   
   microchipped.  He didn't want to hassle those who had kicked the dog out, so   
   took it home, and let it whimper at the back of their Alice Jackson crescent   
   home in peace.  He felt    
   mercy on the dog.   
      
   But Wormdog had loved the dog instantly, and Daniel suspected he had asked God   
   to cure it.   
      
   'You did it, didn't you God?' asked Daniel, looking at his heavenly father.   
   'I have no idea what you are talking about, son of mine,' said God.   
   'Sure,' said Daniel.   
      
   They petted the dog for a while, and it played around in the back yard, the   
   back light on, before Cyril got up and asked what all the fuss was about.   
      
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