My Week With God

“Comfort, o comfort, My people” says your God.
“Speak kindly to Jerusalem; And call out to her that her warfare has ended,
That her iniquity has been removed,
That she has received from the Lord’s hand double for all her sins

Isaiah Ch 40

“My” people-affectionate love. “Abba” Father
“Your” God- “I belong to you. And you belong to me.”
“I am yours, you are mine”
“Come all you who are weary and burdened. I will give you rest.”
“Don’t Worry.”

There were a few plans I had, some places I wanted to go for vacation but they fell through.

But that was okay because I had a week with God.

I laughed, cried, got angry, wrestled and quarreled.
It’s interesting how my relationship with God can be so similar to other relationships.

There were two main themes to what God had showed me.
His fatherly adopted love and his great sovereignty, even over me and my fallible heart.

The Book of Hosea is what was referenced to bring me to salvation fifteen years ago
Wow, has it really been that long?
How the time has flown by

When Israel was a child, I loved him,
and out of Egypt I called my son.
But the more I called Israel,
the further they went from me.
They sacrificed to the Baals
and they burned incense to images.
It was I who taught Ephraim to walk,
taking them by the arms;
but they did not realize
it was I who healed them.
I led them with cords of human kindness,
with ties of love;
I lifted the yoke from their neck
and bent down to feed them.

This is some pretty affectionate love. Love I so desperately need but could never earn.






One day last week the Lord brought me to this scripture in 1 Kings. A prayer from Solomon.
Now, O LORD my God, you have made your servant king in place of my father David. But I am only a little child and do not know how to carry out my duties. Your servant is here among the people you have chosen, a great people, too numerous to count or number. So give your servant a discerning heart to govern your people and to distinguish between right and wrong. For who is able to govern this great people of yours?"
The Lord was pleased that Solomon had asked for this.
1 Kings Ch 3

Do my prayers please God or are they self centered?

Do I pray for one man’s struggle that may live as far as Africa?

Do I pray prayers that I will never see the result of this side if Heaven?

Do my prayers please God?

…The Lord was pleased that Solomon had asked for this…
Amazing. God Almighty was moved by one man’s prayer. He was actually “choked up” by Solomon’s prayer.

Another day I was angry because of my sin areas. I felt that God wasn’t helping me enough. I want a quick cure for my sins so that I can “move on”.

Then God gave me a picture of my son, Sean, knocking on my door. When I opened it Sean has lost much weight, had been in trouble with the law, track marks in his arm, and disheveled clothes on, yet he was turning to me for help. (This was just an image)

What should my reaction be?

Would I give him a card with the closest methadone clinic? Would I send him away for help? Or would I bring him in, clothe him, feed him, counsel him, and let him rest?
…It was I who taught Ephraim to walk,
taking them by the arms;
but they did not realize
it was I who healed them.
I led them with cords of human kindness,
with ties of love;
I lifted the yoke from their neck
and bent down to feed them…
God wants to do this with me. He wants to walk me through this. Not give me a quick cure or whip me into shape like a harsh taskmaster.
…I led them with cords of human kindness,
with ties of love…

It’s funny the way even my sin can “help” my relationship with God.

Then there was further encouragement
I will grant peace in the land, and you will lie down and no one will make you afraid. I will remove savage beasts from the land, and the sword will not pass through your country.
You will pursue your enemies, and they will fall by the sword before you.
Five of you will chase a hundred, and a hundred of you will chase ten thousand, and your enemies will fall by the sword before you.
I will look on you with favor and make you fruitful and increase your numbers, and I will keep my covenant with you.
You will still be eating last year's harvest when you will have to move it out to make room for the new.
I will put my dwelling place among you, and I will not abhor you.
I will walk among you and be your God, and you will be my people.
I am the LORD your God, who brought you out of Egypt so that you would no longer be slaves to the Egyptians; I broke the bars of your yoke and enabled you to walk with heads held high
Leviticus 26
Each line of this scripture conveys a great promise!


Then another day I read about God’e sovereignty at the birth of Christ
Angels visited the shepherds
Yet the Pharisees were visited by no angels nor did they see a star
The wise men saw a star that “stopped” over the manger
There is actually more if you want it (haha)
But this was a small poem God put on my heart:


No one so good, no one so great
Maker of the Galaxies, death was your fate
Omnipotent, yet bled for my sake
No one so good, no one so great

Sweet Father

Mercy

Many spears that I have thrown

I have chased you, all alone

through the desert



Tender

a bruised reed you will not break

A smoldering wick you will not take

Despite the evil



Gentle

My Lord ,You’ve played your harp for me

Though my spears I throw endlessly

You’re my sweet David



Loving

Who should have many opportune time

Raised your great sword that’s stronger than mine

For you have spared me



Gracious

You have honored me, oh God

Because of the name I bear

Though I’m so sinful

The Plan

Aydia and Jarus waited patiently for him. Jarus hadn’t met him yet but was in for
an awesome surprise. Aydia was two heads taller than Jarus and had more
experience but the Great Seraph, who was about to appear, was much more advanced than the both of them.
Glory burst forth before the both of them in blasting brilliant splendor and light. Jarus had a tendency to bow down but Aydia signaled him not to. Before them stood a third angel towering over them like a giant. He was ten times the size of Aydia .His eyes were triumphant and peaceful, yet awestruck. For he had just come out from the Presence of the Almighty. It took a short while for the Glory on his being to fade so that Aydia and Jarus could look at him without squinting. He lifted one of his gigantic six wings sending a rush of wind past Aydia and Jarus in greetings.
“Greetings, my fellow servants,” he said with a peaceful grin, “And Jarus! Welcome! For the first time we meet.”
Jarus looked back and forth between the two of them and said impulsively, “You are magnificent, Great Seraph.”
The Seraph laughed.” Thank you, Jarus. But you may call me Rhendaco if you wish. So, I should like to speak to the two of you on a very important matter. I have learned something of the man and woman. As you know, they were created to exist in the recently created material universe, one day to be our judges.”
Aydia nodded enthusiastically. “Yes. Glorious.”
“Man, our future judge, has fallen. Fallen into sin.
(Continued at http://medhurtch.wordpress.com/)

Gary Benjamin

Unto Fools Only

“Yes. I am seven years old right now. There is a plane crash.”
“A plane crash?”
“Yes. Very near. In the woods behind me. The ground shakes. I start crying.”
“Remember, Tracy. We’ve been through this incident before.”
“Okay. Yes. There is burning…wait..there are survivors. They are getting out.”
“What do you do?”
“I want to run. But…I can’t.”
“Why, Tracy? Why would you want to run from people who need your help?
“I…I guess I’m just shook up from the crash.”
“Look at the crash site, Tracy.”
“I can’t. I’m afraid.”
“Don’t they need your help?”
“I…probably.”
“Are they looking at you? Are they wounded?”
“…Yes. One of them is wounded.”
“Allright, Tracy. Let’s go back through it. You are sitting on a log with your doll. Her name is Francis.”
“Yes. Then there is a roar directly above me and then the plane crashes.”
“What made the plane crash, Tracy?”
“I don’t know. How should I know?”
“Are you nervous?”
“Yes.”
“Why are you nervous before the plane crashes?”
“I—I..”
“Tracy,” the psychiatrist leaned forward.” Look at the plane. Look at it before it crashes.”
The hypnotized patient looked up at the ceiling. Her eyes revealed terror. She looked back down toward the wall again.”
“Did you see the plane, Tracy?”
“..Not…a..it’s not..”
“Tracy. You are an objective observer. You cannot be harmed. Remember: Objective observer.”
“Oh, my G…Oh! It’s not a plane!”
“What is it, Tracy?”
“I don’t know. It’s round. It’s…I don’t know. Oh my, Ohh…” Tracy began crying out loud just like she was seven years old again.
The psychiatrist decided to let her vent for a few minutes. He waited.
She continued crying and begging for someone to help her.
“Tracy. You don’t have to look anymore. You can wake up now.”
She screamed out loud as if someone had just driven a knife painfully into her back. “The people!!” she cried more. She hid her face in her hands. “They’re not people!”
“Continue, Tracy.”
“They’re looking at me. Those eyes. Black. Like dolls. They’re coming toward me…”


Jake was watching television while curling a dumbbell with his right hand. He switched to his left while Gary walked into the room.
He was holding a shabby bunch of newspaper and magazine articles. He placed them onto the couch next to Jake.
Jake looked down and then set down the dumbbell. He merely gawked at Gary.
Gary asked, ”Why do you still have these, Jake?”
Jake grinned. ”Just one of those things, I guess.”
“This is no joke, Jake.”
“I didn’t say otherwise.”
Gary looked down and sighed. “Area Fifty-One, Roswell, Hangar Eighteen, The Ancient Astronauts….” Gary sighed again. “All your answers are right here, Jake.” Gary held up his Bible.
“Of course. I know that, Gary.”
Jake stood up and gathered the disheveled papers and walked into the kitchen. Gary could hear him throw away the articles and then go into the bathroom.
Gary walked into the bathroom behind him. “Jake.”
Jake removed a towel from the linen closet and went to the sink. He looked at Gary in the mirror. Then he began to wash his face.
“Jake, I just don’t want you to be entangled into things that aren’t worth it.”
“Okay. Point taken. You know everything.”
“Jake.” Gary paused. “Just pray about it.”
Gary began to walk out of the room when Jake spoke.
“How do you explain it, Gary?”
“I can’t”
“ Exactly. So don’t judge me for looking for answers. You don’t have any for me.”
“Fair enough. But you know as well as I do what is real and what is not. God would never lie to you, Jake.”
“ You win, Gary.”
“Jake, C’mon. I don’t want to ‘win’. I just want to bless you.”
“Then what’s your explanation?” Jake turned to face Gary.
Gary paused but didn’t break eye contact. “You were on heavy drugs. You were also drinking. You-----“
“’ Hallucination,’” said Jake, concluding Gary’s sentence for him.
“Yes.”
Jake became angry. “Look, Gary. I know what I’ve been through in this life! I am not nuts! I know what a hallucination is. I remember what happened to me. It was real.”
Gary had compassion. “Jake. Take your shower. You’ll feel better. We’ll talk later. “ Gary said while squeezing Jake’s shoulder. He walked out of the room.

Continued at http://medhurtch.wordpress.com/

Eternae

The Better Place

I woke up on a tiny island. It was very peaceful. I looked around to see small woods behind me and I was standing on a small beach. In the distance there was another island. I walked into the water to see that it was very cold but it didn’t make me feel uncomfortable. I walked further out to see that it suddenly dropped off vertically. I sank down into the depths of the sea until my feet struck the soft white clean sand bottom. I realized that I didn’t need air and didn’t have to breathe. The bottom of the sea was well lit and very clear. I could see mountains in the distance. There were round objects nearby that looked like a combination of rocks and eggs.
I swam back up to the top. I walked back onto the beach and into a small wood. There was a boat. I decided to step into it and push off. I had one oar that worked very well. There were pyramids floating silently past me in the air and then into the distance.
I got to the next island. The ground was very different. It was orange- brown and featureless except for its skin-like texture. Stepping onto it was like stepping onto the back of a reptilian animal. Perhaps this thing was a creature and not land at all. There were pore/ holes here and there about six inches wide that blew out air every so often.
I walked across it to the other side to see another island in the distance. This one was shimmering bright white much unlike the one I was standing on. Another pyramid floated past me, this one very close to me. I reached for it and missed it.
I got into the boat and discovered that if I push off, it would keep moving under its own power and all I had to do was steer. As I grew closer to the island I could hear musical tones and these were in sync with the lights that flashed on and off in hundreds of different colors. Not just primary and secondary, but hundreds of completely different colors. I decided to move on. I didn’t want to disturb the great balance of activity there so I steered past it.
Now I could see a glowing line in the water that went to the horizon. I was a sort of path in the water. When I steered into it the boat began to speed up very rapidly.

Two more pyramids floated past me.

The musical island faded into the background as I approached a huge pylon jutting out from the water. This must have been some sort of hub for the pyramids because three of the pyramids stopped and hovered over the half mile high structure and then descended inside of it. It was maroon and made of shiny metal. I managed to steer around it but was still on the path toward the horizon.

Now I could see something in the distance. It was a strange white line going across the entirety of the horizon. As I rapidly approached it I could see that it was steps. They were four steps high and eternally wide. The boat slowed and then barely bumped to a stop at the ivory white steps. I stepped out and onto the the steps and walked to the top.

Evidently this is where the ocean ended. All I saw was white shiny flat ground in all directions except behind me. I figured I should simply walk straight ahead and began to notice something. There was a round hoop-like object off to the distant left. I appraoched it and began to hear a humming noise as if there was some sort of power inside it. I saw a panel in front of it with several flat membrane

(More Later)

Other Places

Multiverse

Ron stepped into the car and snuck off briskly to the party. He lived with his girlfriend, Kerri,and didn’t want to disappoint her by running off into the night with his friends without her So he simply left without her knowing.

Someone once said that a good man doesn’t think he’s very good. A bad man thinks he has reasons for his actions, and a really bad man thinks he’s okay.
Ron lived in D1; that is, in our world. Everyone with knowledge of jumping knows that D3.5 is about ninety nine percent parallel. This is disappointing to those who want to get away with clever things. D2 is about eighty- nine percent parallel. Too much for the bad guys. Every policeman in this world is a knight over there. Sometimes a robber will get lucky, though. Pete Kelles had just robbed a bank and jumped to D2, which to those who have knowledge of jumping know isn’t very hard. The cop behind him was nonexistent in D2, so he got away. Why? The policeman, Marcus Gordon, suffered a childhood illness that almost killed him. In D2, that same child, Markon Hordon died, thus leaving the ambitious Marcus with no counterpart.
Oh, what a mess this whole thing has become! The elderly scientist was an idiot savant. He came up with jumping, of course, beginning with theory. He used simple words: We were in yesterday yesterday. But who is in yesterday right now?
And so theories became experiments, and experiments created breakthroughs. He realized that all the worlds were “stacked.” In a way, they were like floors and jumping was like taking a leap to the next higher level. This meant to go up took energy. To go down was simply falling. But you didn’t want to fall too far. D0 was a place that you didn’t want to be.
The men working for him, with the exception of Rob Victors, were all up to no good. They stole the jumper and began to pillage ours, and other worlds. They would dump their goods in D50, which was the most peaceful place. A paradise. No fear or hate. Their goal was to get all they could then escape to D50, destroy the jumper, and live happily ever after.
A friend once said a plan was an agenda to be deviated from, and that’s all. SO it was. All of them got themselves killed except Rob, who disappeared, probably to D9: one of the strangest dimensions ever discovered. It’s nickname was “Almost Home.”
They got there after their third robbery. There were cars, buildings, bicycles and many other things, but no people. There was plant life. No animal life. Cars sat lifelessly in the middle of the road. Also no wind or precipitation. The temperature was a steady seventy two degrees Fahrenheit. Strange, but interesting to Rob.
At any rate, a conflict arose among the greedy four and the jumper overloaded and exploded into the atmosphere, thus raining down its vital remnants all over the country and opening windows, passageways, and doors to other places for anyone and everyone who happened to be in the right place at the right time.

The most interesting case was Warren Hoyt. Warren was a policeman who loved his mom, his wife, and his family. His counterpart was Vann Hoyte, who was a hateful, selfish man who wanted power at any cost. Once the inevitable happened, that is Mister Hoyte killed someone, he went to prison. At this very moment, Warren shot a man for brutalizing someone and because of this Warren wanted nothing to do with being a cop any longer, but his superiors talked him into taking a job as a prison guard.
Therefore, in a sense, both counterpart men went to prison. One evil, the other good, they remained parallel throughout both of their lives.
(More Later)

Examining the Diamond

Election

From eternal past- out of eternity
God called me
Civilizations rise. Civilizations fall
Never to be called

God stopped me. Kept me from shame.

Before the horizon existed. At Ocean City—looking at that ocean—huge blue mass. Before that huge blue mass existed. God, in his planning room, was discussing me.
The stars, some as big around as the orbit of Uranus.
Before they were made, my name was on the lips of my God

Universes, and realms could have come and gone, along with their inhabitants. Over the vast aeons of time. From time immemorial. I will be there for the next vast lengthy aeons. I will be there with God. Like wisdom rejoicing at his side in Proverbs. I will experience the next realm, the next world, then the next one, and then the next one.

Because he chose me.
How can I be insecure?

Star Trek

ENTERPRISE
Dark Other

Captain’s Log: October 22nd 2198. Sensors have detected an area of what we can only interpret as unstable space near one of the Tholian sectors. We are going to investigate.

“Sir aren’t these Tholians a bit too mysterious to go near?”
“Well, I’ve decided to take a chance, Tripp. The Tholians have sciences that may be way ahead of us. Maybe we could learn something from them.”
“I don’t know if they’d be willing to teach us, sir.”
Archer stepped down from the door of the bridge and sat in his chair.
“There is something out there, sir,” reported Mayweather, responding to a flashing light on his panel.
“Shuttlepod, sir,” reported Reed from behind the Captain. “Badly damaged. Life support failing.”
“One of ours or Tholian?” asked Archer
“Unsure, sir,” responded Mayweather.
“All stop,” said Archer. “Any sign of the Tholians?
Reed shook his head.
“Can you reach it with a towing cable?” asked T’pal.
“Got it, sir,” said Mayweather.

Doctor Phlox watched as Reed and Archer wheeled the patient in. It was a woman. She was in a battered spacesuit and unconscious.
“Her readings are stable but I’ll need you to remove the suit,” explained Phlox after they got her on the table and gazed at her readings on the screen.
“It’s fused together from the damage,” said Reed. “I can’t even get the helmet off.”
Archer went to the communicator and told Tripp of the situation.
A few moments later with the help of some tools, the helmet was coming off.

T’pal was at her station on the bridge. “Did the shuttlepod come from the unstable space?”
Mayweather hit a few switches. “That is probable.”
The communicator came on and Archer called Tpal down to the sickbay.

As she walked in she saw Archer, Reed, Tripp and Phlox all standing around the medical bed.
“Prepare yourself,” quipped Reed as T’pal approached the bed.
There on the bed and to her astonishment, T’pal gazed upon a replica of herself. The replica’s hair was longer and her uniform was unfamiliar. There was a healing cut on one cheek. She was not conscience.

They were now looking at a panel in the sickbay. It displayed a large diagram of the patient.
“A clone?” asked Archer.
Phlox shook his head. “Not possible. The similarities aren’t close enough for that. Neither internally nor her EEG.”
Phlox pressed a button and an image of the patient’s brain appeared with a wave pattern across it.
“Now the brainwaves are almost identical. The experiences are different but it, strangely enough, is almost like the both of them are Commander T’pal.”
“Go check out the shuttlepod she came in, Malcolm. …And we should contact Starfleet.”

Archer was now at the panel talking to Admiral Forrest in his quarters.
“We don’t know much about the Tholians. They could be trying to spy on us by replacing Starfleet personnel with replicas,” suggested Archer.
“That is doubtful,” said Forrest. “I will contact Savall and the High Counsel. Meanwhile do what you can to investigate this.”
His doorbell rang and Malcolm walked in with an emblem in his hand. “Sir, have you ever seen anything like this?”
Archer held the emblem and his forehead wrinkled a bit.
It was an insignia of the Earth with a sword piercing through it from top to bottom.
Archer shook his head.
The communicator came on. Phlox coolly informed them that their patient was awake. In the background there was yelling and struggling.

“Who are you?” asked Archer.
The patient pleaded, “Please Captain. You have to let me go. I just want to help my people.” She was strapped to the bed.
“I said who are you?”
“ I don’t know what you mean. I’m your First Officer.”
“No. That is my first officer,” he pointed to T’pal.
Seeing T’pal stunned the patient and she was silent for a moment. She then looked at Phlox. “You’re not going to torture me, are you?”
Phlox looked around at his shipmates then back at her. “Why would I do such a thing?”
“Wait,” she said. “This—this is the Federation, isn’t it?”
Archer nodded.
“I’m here. I made it.”
“So where exactly are you from?” asked Tripp.
“I’m from a different reality.”
“Sure is a nasty scar on your cheek, miss,” said Tripp.
“Excuse me but there are no alternate realities. It is illogical, quipped T’pal.
The other T’pal looked at Archer. “I desire asylum. Will you grant it to me?”
“I will have to make that judgement when I’m sure of what’s going on. But I assure you if what you’re saying is true, I will grant you safety here.”
“I will need her here for at least a few more hours for observation,” said Phlox.
Archer nodded and walked out.

Tripp, T’pal and Archer now were in the briefing room.
“Could what she is saying be true?” Asked Tripp.
“There are no such things as parallel universes,” said T’pal almost interrupting.
“The almighty Vulcans said the same thing about time travel but the Sulibans proved them wrong, didn’t they?” asked Tripp with irritation.
“She may be telling the truth, T’pal. We can’t discount that,” said Archer.

Reed walked in with a recording device. He looked at the pad in his hand while sitting down. He looked at the Captain. “It’s all true, sir.”
“What?” asked Tripp.
“Another existence. Looking much like our own. Each of us has a counterpart. No Federation. There is what they call The Terran Empire. Racism, torture, slavery, and many more terrors. It’s all here.”
“The only thing left to do would be to turn her over to the Vulcan High Counsel,” said Acher.

They were in sickbay again.
“Is it true that my people are considered equals?” asked the other T’pal.
“Yes, “ answered Archer. “Of course. There is no discrimination in the Federation.”
“Then I am equal in your eyes.”
“Very equal. We want to introduce you to the Vulcans in our reality. Would you like that?”
“Yes sir.”


Captain’s Log: October 24th 2198. We are headed to the closest starbase to rendezvous with Savall’s ship and turn our passenger over to him. We feel that the best we can do for her is to give her a life with her own people in this universe.

T’pal walked onto the bridge and gave orders to Mayweather. “We have been ordered to Tholian space again to investigate the vortex in which the shuttlepod came through before we head to the starbase. The Captain will be in a long subspace briefing with Starfleet and the Vulcan High Counsel. Turn the ship around, Mister Mayweather.”
Travis looked a bit surprised but obeyed her order.

Tripp was getting ready for bed. He had his bedclothes on and was about to turn out the light.
The doorbell rang. It was T’pal.
“Uh,” said Tripp, “I don’t think this is our night, miss.” He laughed nervously.”
“Oh but it is,” said T’pal. “I felt it was wise to revamp our schedule.”
She sat in the chair and awaited him.
He shrugged and grinned slightly. “If you say so, Commander.”
As soon as he became comfortable she began to kiss him. She was coming on very strongly.
He laughed nervously. “What is going on? Jeez!”
Suddenly she pressed her hand against the side of his face, positioning her fingers just right.
He noticed the scar on her cheek right before he went under, and into her complete control.
“You, Commander Tucker, will aid me in avenging and then saving my people.”


Travis could see a spatial distortion at the bottom right of the viewing screen.
T’pal walked in and sat in the captain’s chair. She then stood and walked up beside Mayweather. “That’s it. Set a course.”
Reed looked at Tucker. “What is going on, Tripp?”
“We’re going in, “said Tucker.
Reed looked around the bridge and then said, “I want to talk to the Captain.”
“Captain Archer cannot be disturbed,” said T’pal.
“And why is that?” asked Reed.
“He’s in subspace briefing, “ said Tripp.
Malcolm began to walk toward the turbolift.
T’pal ordered Malcolm to stay on the bridge.
Just then the ship shimmied and then was still.
“Bearing?” asked T’pal.
“The computer is still gathering data. The stars are different, “ said Mayweather.
Reed left.

Malcolm walked up the Captain’s Quarters with two security officers and knocked. “Captain!”
He then took the liberty ordering the door opened by force.
The three walked into the room to find the real T’pal and Captain Archer tied up in the corner in the dark.
“Set them loose!” ordered Reed while switching on the lights.
He ran to the comm panel on the wall while the security officers untied the Captain and First Officer.
On the bridge there was a sudden voice through the communicator.
“Bridge crew! Do NOT obey her orders! She is an imposter! Come about and reverse course! Do you hear me Mayweather?”

Mayweather looked back at T’pal.
“I am the Second-in-Command of this vessel. Follow my orders.
Mayweather looked at his panel. “Three ships approaching, Commander.”
“Identify.”
“Strange. They look like sister ships to our own!” said Travis.
“Identify them.”
“The transponders read, ‘ The Invader, The…Ascender, and The Black Dawn.”
“Exactly!” exclaimed T’pal. Prepare to fire phase cannons.”

In the black of space one ship led while the other two flanked it. They were headed straight toward what now seemed to be a single featureless ship of the same configuration as their own. The insignias matched that of the emblem that Reed found in the shuttlepod the day before. There were threatening markings centered on a picture of the Earth with a sword passing through it from top to bottom placed on the center of the upper hull.

Captain Archer burst onto the bridge with the other T’pal. “Stand down, ensign!”
“Sir?” asked Mayweather. He looked back to see the other T’pal. They were now identical in every way. The mirror T’pal had disguised herself.
“Turn the ship! A hundred eighty degrees starboard! Hardabout!”
The Enterprise turned in a great U turn while all aboard stumbled a few feet.
“Security! Get her off the bridge!” yelled the correct T’pal.
The T’pal in the captain’s chair stood and raved. “My people will be avenged! You have to help me destroy them! No! You have to…!”
She passed out and fell into the other T’pal’s arms after she’d given her the Vulcan neck pinch.
The security officers carried her limply off the bridge.
The Captain sat in his chair. “Malcolm, get down to engineering and give her all she’s got. Warp five. We do not belong in this universe.”
“Sir, the ships are pursuing us!” yelled Travis.
There was a phaser blast to the hull and the ship shook. Then another heavy blast. Sparks flew from one of the panels.
Tripp stood there calmly and stared.
“Commander! Do you hear me?” asked Archer.
There was another blast.
“Galvanize hull plating!” yelled Archer.
T’pal walked up to Tripp. “Tripp. Listen to me. Do what the Captain says.”
Commander Tucker walked off the bridge.
Another blast sent Mayweather from his chair and onto the floor. He quickly got up and returned to his panel.
Hoshi spoke,”Comm from one of the ships, sir.”
Archer nodded.
“This is Captain Atwell of the ISS Black Dawn. We know that you are a rebel ship disguised as one of our own. Stand down and prepare to be boarded.”
“Warp four point one, sir,” said Travis.
“This is a mistake. We are leaving!” said Archer to the other captain.
Suddenly the Enterprise reached Warp Five and outran the pursuing vessels.
They were now in their own universe.

The mirror T’pal’s eyes opened. She immediately began to calculate her next move. She removed the rifle from the security officer’s side and hit him in the temple with it, knocking him against the wall. Her superior Vulcan strength would now pay off. As the second security officer reached for his weapon she held his gun hand in place and then kicked his feet out from under him. She quickly set the rifle to stun and shot both of them.
She then headed for the shuttle bay.

“What is going on with Tripp?” asked Archer.
“My counterpart must have given him a suggestion through a mind meld.”
Reed looked at his panel. “Someone is launching a shuttlepod.”
“We’re at Warp Five!” said Travis. “Someone is going to get themselves killed.”
The Captain pressed the comm switch. “Security, intruder alert. Get to the shuttle bay and do not let the intruder leave the ship!”
“Drop out of warp, Travis.”
“Yes sir. Dropping to impulse.”
“The Shuttlepod is out, sir,” said Reed.
“Hoshi, open a channel.”
Hoshi nodded.
“T’pal, this is Archer. You can have a good life here. With us. Your craving for revenge will be the death of you. Come back to the ship. Let us help you. You cannot reach the vortex in a shuttlepod.”
“Sir,” said Mayweather, “She’s coming about!”
Archer nodded. “Good.”
“I don’t think she’s returning to the shuttlebay, sir. She is at top speed.”
“T’pal, listen to me. Please!” said Archer.
Reed looked up from his panel. “She’s headed for the warp core.”
Archer tried one more time. “T’pal! Can you hear me!”
“Sir, we have no choice!” said Malcolm.”
“Travis, phase cannons. Lock on and fire.”
Travis nodded. “Firing, sir.”
There was a pause.
“Shuttle pod has been destroyed, sir,” said Reed.
Captain Archer stood for a moment, then he left the bridge.

Three hours later Tripp sat in his quarters with T’pal behind him giving him therapy on his shoulders. They were quiet for a while.
Then T’pal spoke. “So how did you know?”
“What?----Oh!----well at first I didn’t.”
“And?”
“Well she, you know, hypnotized me.”
“No, Commander. She initiated a mindmeld suggestion.”
“Yeah, that’s what I meant.”
“I suppose you’re being facetious,” said T’pal.
“Not at all. But I do think there was a difference, well, .. I think that she was more attracted to me than you are.”
“That is absurd.”
Tripp laughed.
There was more silence.
“In all seriousness. When she melded with me I got a glimpse of her history. It doesn’t surprise me that she wanted revenge. I saw all our counterparts. Even me. It wasn’t pretty.”


Archer and Reed sat and ate in the galley.
“I am still surprised and awed by what we discover out here. It never gets dull,” said Reed.
“You’re not kidding, Malcolm,” said Archer. Then he took a drink.
“Another reality. Right here. Parallel to our own. Similar in every way,” said Reed.
Archer sighed and looked out the porthole. “My fear is that we don’t know if this could happen again. Or what the consequences may be.”
“Good thinking, sir.”

Teeviar

Gaylan Drake mouthed words over and over while walking up the wide dark, dank windowless concrete corridor. Nothing but the reverberation of his footsteps and the distant outside echoing announcer could be heard. His clothes were acceptable. He was as ready as he would ever be. Some years ago this would be the attitude of one about to walk into a courtroom and face a judge. But Gaylan believed the truth would prevail. It would break through all the lies and show itself .
The people, needless to say, would be suspicious. Big families were hard to aquire. Usually the lonely old men, only a step up from being vagabonds, were all that were available. This was the Last Age, and your reputation was all you had.
The truth was that Gaylan’s reputation was exceptional. There was an incident on Evas Tres that may have proved otherwise but Gaylan received a pardon from the President. This didn’t relieve him of the nagging, sometimes prodding guilt. Sickness A219 was not only impossible to cure but almost impossible to contain. There was no choice.
As Gaylan approached he could hear the Senator describing the capacity of Gaylan’s ship, the typical character description, his time in the Wantel Naval Brigade and where he’d come from.
Gaylan stopped and took a breath.
It was time.
Gaylan walked out onto the gigantic platform to see a crowd of about four thousand people. There were cheers mixed with boos. There was the dome top far above him revealing the earth. He could see the gray craters outside and the close horizon. A few stars were in view.
The crowd quieted to a murmur with a few distant voices in the background yelling that Gaylan was a liar.
“Fellow colonists. I come to you with nothing but one thing. My word.”
Someone a bit closer yelled for Gaylan to get out.
Gaylan continued his speech until he finished.
The Senator stepped up again to the microphone. “Ladies and gentlemen. Gaylan Drake.”
The people clapped.
Gaylan disappeared to the corridor and ventured back to the ready room.

(More Later)

Star Wars

Keepers of the Light


1. The Pante Circle

Help me. Help.
Around the corner, he is screaming
I’ve got to get to him
Help me. Please!
Kelrin awakened. His body felt stiff but there was hardly any room to stretch. He had no tools or food but only his homemade light sword, just like the others. He also had a small holoprojector. This would be his hope; his and the three fellows that still slumbered scrunched in the cargo compartment of the small shuttle with him. He usually thought things out before he acted , which was one of his unacknowledged qualifications for leading this small band. Kelrin had no time for applying prudence this time. He saw his chance, the only chance he would get for the rest of his life, told the others, and they all escaped .Now they were here. Kelrin had more hope than he had fear but this was not necessarily the mindset of the others.
They all wore bluish black clothes taken from one of their masters’ sleeping rooms. They weren’t thieves per se, but they were desperate. The clothes didn’t fit very well but were soft, silky, very comfortable and made for the upper class. It was rather cool for them in this small bay, much unlike the dry, desert heat of their home planet.
Kelrin leaned forward to awaken Li, “I think we’re almost there.”
“Shhh!” said Zicca, who had obviously already been awake.
“So where exactly is ‘ there’?” asked Li.
Being slaves of Tatooine, they not only wanted to be free but also were hoping to find freedom for a few other of their slave friends. They were considered weak and clumsy Jedi wannabes. Thus a danger to their neighbors and a laughingstock to the Hutts. There were only four of them here, while the Pante’ Circle were actually seven. The other three were simply too afraid for their own lives to leave.
Kelrin peeked out through a small slit in the thin metal wall. There were three beautiful female Twilek; one had green skin and the other two had blue skin. The two blue Twileks were standing at the front helm at the viewing screen and the green one sat comfortably at a side control panel. They each had heavy belts strapped around their slender waists with holsters and blasters. They had very developed biceps. This was not typical for Twileks . Most female Twilek were used as concubines for the wealthiest of the wealthy. These three, oddly enough, worked for the mobster Vicaratia the Hutt as operatives.
After at least a day’s travel with the combination of underlying fear and weariness from being in the cabin, it was relieving for them to finally be stopping somewhere. The grating cackling and harsh communication between the three women instilled fear into all of them.
A shady deal was about to take place. This was an important exchange for Vicaratia the Hutt. This would put him in power even over all the other Hutts. The small civil war-feud that had broken out on Tatooine had caused the two Hutts to fight each other to the death. Needless to say, Vicaratia and Liolas had many working for them and both sides fought like small armies. Many innocent had suffered because of this. Many slaves killed.
But this was the perfect diversion for them to escape.
“We’re slowing!” yelled Li.
“Not so loud,” whispered Zicca rather impatiently.
Past the Twileks at the helm outside the ship and into space, Kelrin could see a small space station approaching.
“This isn’t going to work,” mumbled Bonn. Bonn was homely and timid, and now was wishing that he’d stayed home but he was part of the Circle because of his minimal power of The Force; as were the rest.
Kelrin gave Bonn a confident grin.
Kelrin Foss was born on Tatooine to slave parents. He lived in the town of Mos Daihla. He was now twenty years old. Kelrin’s master had a son and this slave owner’s child took to Kelrin and taught him some knowledge of The Force. They became good friends but when the slave owner found out about this hidden relationship, he severely punished Kelrin and his father. Kelrin hates to even think about what his master had done to his son for treating a slave as an equal. Because of that horrid incident, Kelrin Foss had a severe fear of fire. Kelrin retained and developed his knowledge of The Force and secretly got other slaves to follow in his small movement. Soon there were seven slaves that became followers.

Born on Dantooine, Bonn Traynor’s family were trade merchants. The greedy and powerful Trade Federation wanted to get certain merchandise from the Traynor family but Bonn’s father wanted nothing to do with any business with them. The Trade Federation kidnapped Bonn’s sister and held her for ransom for several days until Bonn’s father finally gave in. He was forced to bring the merchandise, along with Bonn’s entire family, to a secret place on Yavin 4. There they were all apprehended, taken to Tatooine and sold to a Hutt as slaves.

Li, of the Jassel family, was born on Alderaan. Li’s father was one of the greatest medical practitioners of the galactic core. It was a simple family of two since Li’s mother had died when he was four. They were homing in on a distress signal to find Vicaratia the Hutt had taken ill. Li and his father were greatly rewarded for nursing the powerful Hutt back to well being. Afterwards Vicaratia’s associates were spying them on in case they were needed again. There was a building that had caved in on one of Alderaan’s moons in which Li and his father were rescuing the injured and treating them. A rather sinister looking man who worked for Vicaratia came to inform them that Vicaratia had taken ill again. They refused to go since there were so many injured where they were. Two days later they were kidnapped by the Hutts men and enslaved on Tatooine.

Zicca Strann was a third generation slave. Zicca had been born with the gift of prophecy and didn’t know what it was. He knew when something very big was going to happen. When he finally met one of the finest young men on Tatooine, Kelrin Foss, the two of them formed the beginning of the Pante Circle. Zicca was high strung, energetic, and a bit too bold for his own good. He tended to jump to conclusions too quickly, and because of his impulsive attitude, tended to hinder the Power of the Force in his life.
(More Later)