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The
Magician
Synopsis:
It is written, “Winged
warrior demons sworn to defend the reign of the Evil Spirit,
God of Darkness, Ahriman. Ahriman ruler and lord of the fleet
and sworn enemy of Nabonidus or Nebuchadnezzar. It is foretold
that when the Merovingian bloodline has run its course in the
realm of man, the King of Kings, so pre-named Leviathon, last
of the sacred, will return to defend the souls of the children
of Babylon and usher in a new age of transformation. When he
is reborn so shall the Dark Warrior return.”
Excerpt:
Twenty five souls
from air. Twenty five souls from water. Twenty five souls from
earth. Twenty five souls from fire. This will equal 100 souls
and will complete the circle of resistance. Once the circle is
complete, the binding can begin. Ahriman sat alone in a room
he set aside for himself in the house that he, Sharon, and
Aaliyah resided in. The home is very beautiful even though not
as large as the home Leviathon just purchased for him and
Carolyn. Uniting with Carolyn was something that Ahriman could
not prevent. There were things that Ahriman was finding that
he could not control. This disturbed him because he felt that
he had substantial control over Leviathon and the events of
this lifetime.
At first
he thought it was Nikostratos who was hindering the scope of
his power but it was not him. It was something else. Another
force was at work here. Ahriman knew that his task would not
be an easy one but he was hoping that the awakening of
Leviathon would also have taken longer. However, Leviathon
finding Carolyn, his heart mate, was an unfortunate
occurrence. Nevertheless he would continue what he must do. He
could not be stopped.
Ahriman
needed a mate to complete his own full strength of awakening.
Sharon was an obvious choice. It was laughable to Ahriman that
man did not take heed to the scriptures and the Prophesies.
Man did not know that all of the power that he needed was
right here on earth for him. Man only concentrated on the
physical. Ignoring the spiritual or just using the woman’s
body, her gift of creation and nurturing as a means for
physical pleasure. And using the power of prayer as a means to
relax, lowering it to only meditation. How idiotic. What a
waste of power. And this is why he felt that man did not
deserve the next level of transformation. This is why they are
not worthy of what is to be theirs. They do not deserve to
inherit the kingdom and all of its treasures. For was it not
it written, did not Jesus tell Nicodemus, now so named
Nikostratos, “Whosoever believeth in Him should not perish,
but have everlasting life.” Were those words not written in
John 3:16? They do not deserve what Leviathon has been sent
here
to reveal. Therefore Ahriman would stop it. He would
halt the Prophesy.
Even
though Leviathon had found Carolyn and had fully awakened,
Ahriman still had the sacred knowledge that Leviathon did not
have yet. He knew Leviathon’s purpose and why he was reborn.
Ahriman knew what is to come and Leviathon was not aware yet
therefore he still had time to collect his souls and build his
army of resistance. There was still
time.
Ahriman
sat in his study on the floor on top of an old Turkish prayer
rug that he brought with him through time. The rug on which he
knelt was a rug many generations old and one that he had used
many lifetimes for meditations and prayer. It had been hand
crafted just for him many centuries ago as a gift for his
service as a priest during the Crusades. It was on this rug
that he and his heart mate awakened together. And it was here
that his heart mate once again would give him the energy from
within her source that he needed to continue his mission.
Sharon was, always was, and will always be the one. And Sharon
will give him his total force and strength. What lies within
her will transfer into him and his antediluvian warrior spirit
will be whole. It was time.
Ahriman
sat on the rug with his legs tucked beneath him in traditional
prayer posture. His hands rested on his knees, palms up, his
head bowed. He wore a custom made black velour robe that
draped him perfectly. On his right hand, on his forefinger, he
wore the Ring of Solomon. Around his neck he wore the
God/Goddess symbol or the golden pentagram. His eyes were
closed and he quieted his spirit in order to bring the
stillness to his soul. He began to rock back and forth
gradually feeling peace surround him.As he
rocked, one by one the pink and red candles that he placed
about 3 feet out and around his rug, ignited. And then he
called to her.
Sharon
scooted down a bit further in her bubble bath. She loved the
sprawling whirlpool tub that was in the master bedroom. Once
Leviathon moved she immediately took his room over changing
his masculine gray and maroon colors to a softer pastel
palette. This was the way she was meant to live. She was not
meant for that boring clerical job of mundane meaningless
work. No, she was meant for this life of opulence. A life
filled with excitement and entertainment. She loved it all and
felt so at home in this world. She couldn’t even remember what
Michigan was like. The warm suns of Nevada were for her. Great
weather everyday. Hot, sure, but that is the way she liked it.
No more bitter cold days of icy roads. She blocked it all from
her mind. That time never even existed to her anymore.
But what
she could not block from her mind was Ahriman. He was
mysterious, intelligent, and with a sensual sinister quality
about him that she could not resist. How she wanted him to
come into her room some night and just take her, but he never
did. Many nights they would talk about the world, politics,
religion, and love but he never made any amorous advances.
Sharon felt that maybe she was not attractive to him. Maybe
her features were too old. Even though she was only 37 she
knew that most men adored women who were at least 10-15 years
her junior. Sharon was gorgeous by any standards but she was
not a budding girl anymore. And with the pain she has seen
throughout the years her countenance was not as bright.
“Damaged
goods.” she said to herself as she now thought about Ahriman
with his solid masculine body and dark penetrating eyes. He
reminded her of an Egyptian sculpture with all of its
perfection and that fascinated her immensely. Sharon closed
her eyes and sighed despondently. Even with this new money
Levi had given to her world it still did not bring her the
love she ached for.
Remembering the many conversations
with Ahriman, she thought back to when she asked him about
what had happened to her son, Leviathon. What was going on
around her. She had been afraid to truly ask these questions
before to Leviathon, for fear that by asking she could no
longer keep the notion that it was all a dream, all an
illusion. She would not be able to continue to pretend that
the things that Leviathon could do were in fact a hoax of some
kind. The thin fabric that was her sanity depended on that
idea.
But
Sharon could no longer witness the happenings without trying
to learn more, without hearing the truth. “How is Leviathon
able to do the things he does?” Sharon asked Ahriman one night
as they sat alone at the kitchen bar. Ahriman had sat quietly
watching her intently as he always did. His gazes, although
pleasing to her, were a bit severe at times. It was his eyes.
Something within them, just behind the cornea, was darker than
any darkness she had ever seen and yet she was unafraid.
“How is
he able? How is a bird able to fly? Or the sun able to rise,
the wind able to blow? He can do what he does because that is
what he is meant to do. That is why he is here.”
“Is there
a God?” she asked innocently. Ahriman’s face darkened.
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“Of
course there is God. How else can anything happen in this
world. He is the creator of all things.” He said forcefully.
He had startled her without meaning to. He placed a hand
gently on her arm, softening his tone. “He is everywhere and
in everything. He is the force for which you breathe the force
of all things. Yet He has been forgotten. His words have been
rewritten and transformed by the egos of man. How is Leviathon
able to do what he does?” Ahriman paused. “He is able because
it is within us all to do what he does. But the question is
not “how” but “why”. Why now? Why him?”
“I don’t
feel this power within me. I haven’t even felt God in so many
years.” Sharon confessed.
“You feel
He has deserted you. It was after your mother’s boyfriend
raped you that you gave up on God. You felt that if God could
not protect you and your mother would not protect you that you
were all alone and that you had to protect yourself.” Ahriman
told her. Sharon looked up at him in amazement.
“I was
only twelve. I remember wishing that he would die because he
kept on doing it and I couldn’t stop him. And my mother, she
just turned the other way and let it happen. She claimed that
I was a liar but she knew….she knew.” Tears invaded her
eyes.
“Yes she
did. But he was paying for a lot of things around the house
and she needed that money.” Ahriman told her.
“But when
they found his body mangled so, that was the happiest day of
my life. I felt so ashamed for feeling that way. I felt like I
had caused it somehow. Isn’t that stupid?” Sharon asked
rhetorically.
“You
cried so much during that time. I hated him touching you,
hurting you, so I approached him one night as a wolf and ate
him alive.” Ahriman waited for her reaction. Sharon stared at
him with a mixture of terror and gratitude and he could see
that she was taking in what he had just told her. Not only
that he was the cause of her attacker’s death, much in the
same way that he was the cause of her recent ex’s death, but
that he had always been there with her.
“You
would watch me?” Sharon asked only to confirm what she already
knew. Her blood was both hot and cold.
“Yes. I
mainly listened.”
“You
protected me. But why? Why me?”
“Why not
you?”
“Men have
always left me. Why did you protect me?”
“They
left because they were not meant for you.”
“And what
of Benny, my husband? He was the only man who did protect me.
Why couldn’t I love him?”
“Again he
was not meant for you. He was meant to be the father of
Leviathon and you were meant to be the door in which Leviathon
would reenter this world.”
“God has
a purpose for Leviathon. Has my purpose been used? Am I only
to be a door for Leviathon?”
“The fact
that you still breathe means you have more to do, and more to
bring to the world. If not you would of died in childbirth.
God’s purposes for us are very complicated.”
“What is
God’s purpose for you?” Sharon asked moving in closer to him
and hoping he would take the opportunity she was giving
him.
“My
existence is beyond His purpose. My purpose is my own.”
Ahriman said darkly. “I used to believe God had a purpose for
me. I was wrong.”
“How can
that be if God is over everything?”
“It’s
called the ultimate free will. You follow a path when you are
not aware of your objective and the reasons you are here. But
unlike you I am fully aware therefore I can make a
choice.”
“But
don’t we all have free will?”
“Yes.
Your destination is set and you can choose to reach it many
different ways. But you are not aware of that destination
therefore you can not choose whether or not to go there. Only
your journey is your own. I can choose not to follow my
destination because I am aware of it so I am choosing a
different ending.”
Sharon
was shaking her head in utter confusion. None of it made any
real sense to her. “I don’t understand.”
“I know
and it is not for you to understand. You are not meant to know
these things.”
“So there
is a God. Is there a Devil? Which belief is right, Christians,
Jewish, Muslims?”
“They are
all right and they are all wrong. They are interpretations of
things that happened, of laws that have been passed down. Yet
the word was not meant to stop in some ancient time. God still
speaks to man all of the time but not many listen anymore and
those who do are ridiculed. You are still very young in your
thinking and in your faith.”
“But
aren’t these the end days? I mean isn’t the world supposed to
end soon according to Revelations?” Sharon stopped and a
thought blared into her brain. “Oh God is that why Leviathon
can do what he does? Is he here to end the world?”
Ahriman
sat back on the kitchen stool and smiled at her nodding his
head in approval. “Very good. That is exactly what he is here
to do. And I intend to stop him.” He confessed to her then
placed his forefinger to his lips. “ssshhhhh.”
It was at
that moment that Sharon knew she was in love with him. He had
such power but power beyond what she ever thought of in normal
terms. Ahriman was more than a man with money. Money meant
nothing now. He had real power and real strength unmatched by
any human man. More power and knowledge than she could ever
imagine. Sharon knew that she would follow him into the bowels
of this earth just to be with him. What she did not know was
that that is exactly where should would have to go.
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