Navigator, Chapter 25 (Finale Part 2 of 2) A Sunday Story

Posted bySuzette BenjaminPosted inPoetry
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Immune to the blast from the gilded gauntlet…

Immediately…Baphomet in his severed body parts as Legion quickly seized the opportunity to leech energy from the gilded gauntlet’s shock wave to “collect” himself into his goat-head mask form.

He glanced at Isabella, Metty, and Urthe still unconscious from the energy shockwave emitting from the gilded gauntlet, and smirked.

Floating over to the gilded gauntlet in the darkness above Stonehenge, Baphomet tried to grab the gilded gauntlet to fasten it to his right wrist.

However, each of Baphomet’s attempts was thwarted as the gilded gauntlet swished and swooshed around his outstretched left hand skillfully, alluding his grasp as if it was “possessed” by some spiritual force that even his clairvoyance could not see…

…It was the army of Isabella’s ancestors who, sensing that Isabella was unconscious came to her aid from their battle at ground level at Stonehenge below.

Ten thousand strong, they rushed soaring into the sky unaffected by the sound shock waves for they were alive in their spirit/soul forms.

Banding together as one being, Isabella’s ancestors immediately combined their iridium swords into one shield. The iridium shield precluded the gilded gauntlet from the ancient magic Baphomet had cast upon it to force the divine instrument to obey his commands.

Meanwhile…

Archangel Michael exits Earth’s secret second core carrying a prison cell already aware that the gilded gauntlet had been activated.

The cell was an enchanted cuboid. No doors were visible. It was a small unassuming object almost like a Tonka toy semi-truck trailer in Archangel Michael’s hands.

Deeply concerned that Isabella, Metty, and Urthe were floating in the sky unconscious, Archangel Michael whispered in the spirit to them, his lips did not move:

“Get up!!”

Hearing Archangel Michael whisper, Isabella awoke first from the effects of the blast from the shock wake created in the sky above Stonehenge.

Metty, her guardian angel, awoke next. And he nudged Urthe out of her unconscious slumber.

Then the three floated in the darkness above Stonehenge.

It was then that Isabella saw them…

Her ancestors unshielded themselves from their spiritual cloaks. Their faces glowed bluish-white.

In unison, they held aloft the iridium shield, anticipating Baphomet’s moves, in a cosmic game of chicken.

Then Isabella felt a sound rise from within her body, she could not tell from where. It sounded like many voices speaking as one…she assumed correctly, that it was her ancestors, coaching her next steps.

Flying at a speed she did not know she possessed, Isabella lifted her flaming sword and rested it in the bouche (a space carved out at the top of a shield to allow the warrior to place a lance or sword atop the shield while in battle) atop the iridium shield her ancestors had crafted with their iridium swords.

Then, Isabella took the shield of her ancestors in one hand, releasing her double grip on the sword.

With the iridium shield in one hand to protect her from any further shockwaves from the gilded gauntlet, Isabella spun whirling Dirvesh-style and struck the gilded gauntlet twice with her flaming sword.

The gilded gauntlet, looking like a falling star, exploded into three parts. The orange fireball explosion lit up the darkened midday sky…but not for long…

In a bizarre turn of events…

Isabella’s flaming sword was snuffed out by the force of the explosion. Its flames went out for good…never to return.

Isabella watched devastated as her once flaming sword that she had carried about in her half-human half-angel bloodstream went completely dark.

Straight away, a gust of strange wind pulled the sword from Isabella’s hand. Then, the once flaming sword was taken up into the heavens in some sort of inexplicable wormhole that formed briefly, and only long enough for the sword to disappear from view, forever.

“What’s happening! Metty, Urthe, help me keep the gilded gauntlet parts separated!” Isabella called out. Her heart was torn between her grief at the loss of the flaming sword and the immediacy of the world’s pending peril.

Wasting no time…

Metty swung his name-branded “Methuselah” sword skillfully at a one-third portion of the gilded gauntlet. It fought back enthusiastically hell-bent on uniting with its severed partitions.

Metty ducked and swung, changing his position often, matching wits with the swift movements and darting pace of the piece of the gilded gauntlet attempting to get around him.

At the same time, Isabella using her ancestors’ iridium swords-shield swerved, bobbed, and weaved in the sky along with her other two companions, adeptly keeping the thirds of the gilded gauntlet from unification.

Urthe held one part of the gilded gauntlet at bay with a barrage of lava-blown “kisses.” However, each time she blew a “kiss,” the gilded gauntlet piece under her charge would melt and then reform, larger.

“Holy F_@K $h#_t! What’s happening?” Urthe asked Archangel Michael, who was creeping up slowly behind Baphomet in the sky above Stonehenge.

“Lava is food/energy to it. Try your other thing…you know!” Whispered Archangel Michael to Urthe in the spirit.

Then, Urthe outstretched her hands to the heavens and called to The Sun…

“Anuma! (Meaning —”Target me!”)

Then suddenly, a solar flare, the size of a basketball, jettisoned from the sky and lit up the entire region of Stonehenge in Wiltshire piercing the dimming darkness with cosmic candle lumens.

Moving swiftly, Urthe positioned herself to catch the smoldering dripping solar flare…but not before she called out to Isabella:

“Look out…Coming in hot! I will need your shield… throw it to me in one..two…three…”

As Isabella threw her ancestors’ iridium shield—Urthe caught it as the solar flare caressed Urthe’s hand like it was alive and “knew” her. Her estranged “father” Lucifer had melded Urthe’s DNA helix with that of the Nabatean Sun Worshiper bloodline.

In an instant…Urthe lobbed the bit of smoldering solar flare at the piece of the gilded gauntlet over which she had battled.

Isabella rushed to join Urthe under the protective cover of the massive iridium sword shield.

Then as expected…an explosion rocked the sky and the ground below…

Screams could be heard from ground level as the sky over Stonehenge erupted and the piece of the gilded gauntlet under Urthe’s watch, imploded like a dying star going supernova!

It was like fireworks super-sized in the sky. The part of the gilded gauntlet as it died…for it was alive after a fashion …expunged an energy charge that would have caused great devastation if were not for the iridium-sword shield’s containment of the blast.

Without a break in the action…

As the darkness that had fallen over the Earth turned to a disoriented earth tremor…

And, as the light from a third piece of the gauntlet’s explosion smoldered into a creepy emptiness of the kind that was felt more than it was something descriptive…

…A voice spoke!

The voice seemed to originate from everywhere…and yet from nowhere at the same time.

It shook like Jello, the hearts of everyone who heard it— humans below and angels above. Even Baphomet froze, cowering at the voice’s power, as it mentioned his name specifically.

It was like the sound of many waters. It had a deep resonance like a fountain, rippling. The voice spoke for all to hear; but addressed its speech to Baphomet.

The voice quoted The Epic of Gilgamesh. The words translated were as follows:

“Life, which you look for, you will never find.”

Then, somehow, while speaking the voice formed into giant hands, gleaming a delicate white like morning glory. The voice while speaking these words and with the formed hand…

… took the two remaining parts of the gilded gauntlet and ground them into dust. The dust fell harmlessly to the ground at Stonehenge, alighting atop the myriad of stone monuments, and there the gilded gauntlet’s dust remains, even unto this day.

Then…the Sun came out again…

Seizing the moment with Baphomet still cowering…

Archangel Michael threw the minuscule-looking semi-truck trailer object in Baphomet’s direction…

Baphomet tried to run, to vanish into another dimension but without the gilded gauntlet, he had no escape.

He froze in indecision…

The miniature Tonka-looking tractor-trailer grew in size and changed shape.

…It changed into a hovering spinning cube about the size of Baphomet‘s form with little wiggle room for him once he was contained therein…

The “bars” were not like those of a normal jail cell.

The “bars” were double-edged swords that were roughly Baphomet’s height (the height of The Eiffel Tower).

Each blade had emblazoned on it somehow, the entirety of all the sacred texts on the topic of the last days/end times—a topic that goes by many names:

It has been called: “The Second coming” by some, or The Hour by others, The battle of Gog and Magog, Vishnu returning from Vaikuntha, and Thor opening Valhalla’s Hall into Elysium one last time.

Then, inexplicably… the alphabets of all known languages of the world suddenly appeared in the sky all around Isabella, Metty, Urthe, Archangel Michael (hidden), and Baphomet. It was like sitting in a planetarium immersed in three-D effects on all sides.

Then the same hand that crushed the gilded gauntlet’s two parts, used the alphabet characters to write in the sky, in the blink of an eye, all of the ancient prayers known and unknown for vanquishing evil spirits from this realm…And the last line, flashing in red letters read as follows:

“And deliver us from the evil one…“

Then the hand that crushed the gilded gauntlet’s two parts formed the prayers into a door for the cell and its key. Then the hand vanished.

Meanwhile, the key opened the cell door.

Next in an eerie unsettling silence… the key hovered outside “the cell,” waiting…

Then the moment Archangel Michael awaited had arrived…

He snuck up behind Baphomet and with one blow from his hammer, whacked him on his goat head mask.

Startled, Baphomet tumbled into the cell “arse over tea kettle.” The key slammed the door shut and locked it.

Then… the key vanished.

Baphomet’s screams could be heard as the cell tumbled downward and vanished into the secret second core of the Earth.

Metty and Isabella were joined in the sky by Urthe. She was coughing and sneezing bits of fire and hot lava…

Metty looked at Urthe. He blurted out what Isabella was thinking but was too polite to vocalize:

“What’s up with the mini dragon effect?” Metty asked Urthe.

“Ahchoo…I’m allergic to direct solar energy flares…this is how, how how…Ahchoo!..I get for a while after I play with the Sun’s direct energy.” Urthe replied, still sneezing bits of fire and lava and giggling.

Isabella busted out laughing saying:

“If I had one, I’d offer you a tissue, but you would light it on fire before it was of any use to you.”

All three glided to the ground at Stonehenge, laughing. Archangel Michael vanished. Urthe went back to her form as the nine-year-old at the lemonade and fruit stand.

Metty looked at Isabella knowingly…

“You had no choice kiddo. You said you were willing to pay the price.”

“Yes, I know.”

“It, the flaming sword, I mean, was a great weight to carry for twenty-eight years of my life. I am relieved that it did what it was ordained to do. I feel humbled to have been chosen to be part of that.”

“You are taking the loss of the sword well, kiddo. Don’t you miss it?”

‘Yes. But to be brutally honest. I feel lighter now somehow. As though I just unhooked a huge hiking backpack. And, I think, I’m not sure but I think my other abilities, just ten-x-ed. I did just float/fly down from the sky without wings…How cool is that!”

“Want some lemonade?” Metty asked, trying to change the subject as people began filing past them, now that the two were at ground level at Stonehenge.

“Aren’t you going to disappear for another, oh say, what was it, fifty years, like the last time?”

“Nah, this time, I have been ordered from up there,” said Metty as he looked heavenward “… I’ve been ordered to stick with you for a while.”

“Now, how about that lemonade?”

“To be honest,” Isabella replied, smiling. “I’ve been making a lot of “lemonade” lately from all the lemons life has thrown me. How about some really strong coffee instead, my friend?”

— The End —

****Coming Next Sunday “Jetfuel,” A Sunday Story.****

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Previous Chapters:

Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6 Chapter 7 Chapter 8 Chapter 9 Chapter 10 Chapter 11 Chapter 12 Chapter 13 Chapter 14 Chapters 15 & 16 Chapter 17 Chapter 18 Chapter 19 Chapter 20 Chapter 21 Chapter 22 Chapter 23 Chapter 24

Published by Suzette Benjamin

Positive thinker, inspirational, writer, faith

117 thoughts on “Navigator, Chapter 25 (Finale Part 2 of 2) A Sunday Story”

  5. 💐It, the flaming sword, I mean, was a great weight to carry for twenty-eight years of my life. I am relieved that it did what it was ordained to do. I feel humbled to have been chosen to be part of that.”💐

    Oh wow Isabella is only 28 years old.
    Was her age mentioned in the beginning.
    So young and so much living!!
    The embodiment of centuries

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    1. Well spotted, I did not mention her age. I may have alluded to it in a comment to someone else way back in The Templar Stone story months ago.
      Yes she is an old soul in a young person’s body. Wisdom from the ancients well understood.

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  6. 🦿However, each of Baphomet’s attempts was thwarted as the gilded gauntlet swished and swooshed around his outstretched left hand skillfully, alluding his grasp as if it was “possessed” by some spiritual force that even his clairvoyance could not see…🦿

    The invisibility is powerfully felt.

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  7. 💐It was the army of Isabella’s ancestors who, sensing that Isabella was unconscious came to her aid from their battle at ground level at Stonehenge below.💐

    Glorious, at the centre of community-building and celebration, the ancestors gathered.

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  8. 💐Ten thousand strong, they rushed soaring into the sky unaffected by the sound shock waves for they were alive in their spirit/soul forms.💐

    Divine narration,
    For they were alive in their spirit/soul forms
    Breathtaking, I had to close my eyes for a while in affirmation and agreement

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  9. 💐Banding together as one being, Isabella’s ancestors immediately combined their iridium swords into one shield. The iridium shield precluded the gilded gauntlet from the ancient magic Baphomet had cast upon it to force the divine instrument to obey his commands.💐

    Precluded, love it!!!
    The hardening agent atomic number 77!!!

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  10. 💐Archangel Michael exits Earth’s secret second core carrying a prison cell already aware that the gilded gauntlet had been activated.💐

    Is the secret second core, also spoken about as the inner earth?

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  11. 💐The cell was an enchanted cuboid. No doors were visible. It was a small unassuming object almost like a Tonka toy semi-truck trailer in Archangel Michael’s hands.💐

    Oh my word, that small?

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  12. 💐Her ancestors unshielded themselves from their spiritual cloaks. Their faces glowed bluish-white💐

    Spirits of Truth glowing in form
    What a moment and sight to behold

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  13. 💐In unison, they held aloft the iridium shield, anticipating Baphomet’s moves, in a cosmic game of chicken💐

    Oh my look at those chickens vibrating…lol…how you named the game

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  14. 💐sound rise from within her body, she could not tell from where. It sounded like many voices speaking as one…she assumed correctly, that it was her ancestors, coaching her next steps.💐

    Wow she joins in one with the coaching

    Like

  15. 💐With the iridium shield in one hand to protect her from any further shockwaves from the gilded gauntlet, Isabella spun whirling Dirvesh-style and struck the gilded gauntlet twice with her flaming sword💐

    Huh, two swords in hand
    That takes training and discipline

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  16. 💐The gilded gauntlet, looking like a falling star, exploded into three parts. The orange fireball explosion lit up the darkened midday sky…but not for long…

    In a bizarre turn of events…

    Isabella’s flaming sword was snuffed out by the force of the explosion. Its flames went out for good…never to return.💐

    Ah she loses one sword, the one she is most familiar with

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  17. 💐Then, the once flaming sword was taken up into the heavens in some sort of inexplicable wormhole that formed briefly, and only long enough for the sword to disappear from view, forever.💐

    I wonder where the sword is seated

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  18. 💐Metty swung his name-branded “Methuselah” swords skillfully at a one-third portion of the gilded gauntlet. It fought back enthusiastically hell-bent on uniting with its severed partitions.💐

    The Righteous Sword!!!

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  19. 💐At the same time, Isabella using her ancestors’ iridium swords-shield swerved, bobbed, and weaved in the sky along with her other two companions, adeptly keeping the thirds of the gilded gauntlet from unification.💐

    In her element, she got the gist, feel and flow of the atomic 77

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  20. 💐Lava is food/energy to it. Try your other thing…you know!” Whispered Archangel Michael to Urthe in the spirit.💐

    Aha these volcanic kisses of hers actually feeds their destructive energies? Breath of the devil

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  21. 💐Then suddenly, a solar flare, the size of a basketball, jettisoned from the sky and lit up the entire region of Stonehenge in Wiltshire piercing the dimming darkness with cosmic candle lumens.💐

    Oh wow a solar flare unleashed just the opposite, lighting candles instead
    Is that what happened?

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  22. 💐As Isabella threw her ancestors’ iridium shield—Urthe caught it as the solar flare caressed Urthe’s hand like it was alive and “knew” her. Her estranged “father” Lucifer had melded Urthe’s DNA helix with that of the Nabatean Sun Worshiper bloodline.💐

    The trust is so amazing, sharing her sword knowing her heritage or line.
    The Nabateans are an evil people?

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  23. 💐Screams could be heard from ground level as the sky over Stonehenge erupted and the piece of the gilded gauntlet under Urthe’s watch, imploded like a dying star going supernova!💐

    This must’ve been her greatest moment of victory, relief and release watching the gauntlet imploding.

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  24. 💐It was like fireworks super-sized in the sky. The part of the gilded gauntlet as it died…for it was alive after a fashion …expunged an energy charge that would have caused great devastation if were not for the iridium-sword shield’s containment of the blast.💐

    Oh yes, the iridium sword held that moment in sway
    Sending chills down my spine thinking what if it went the other way

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  25. 💐It shook like Jello, the hearts of everyone who heard it— humans below and angels above. Even Baphomet froze, cowering at the voice’s power, as it mentioned his name specifically.

    It was like the sound of many waters. It had a deep resonance like a fountain, rippling. The voice spoke for all to hear; but addressed its speech to Baphomet.

    The voice quoted The Epic of Gilgamesh. The words translated were as follows💐

    The Jello made me smile.
    I can’t imagine the sound of the voice, although I have often read it like the rolling in of huge waves….with one voice, combined with epic poetry.
    Put the shell to your ear 😊

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  28. 💐Then, somehow, while speaking the voice formed into giant hands, gleaming a delicate white like morning glory. The voice while speaking these words and with the formed hand…

    … took the two remaining parts of the gilded gauntlet and ground them into dust. The dust fell harmlessly to the ground at Stonehenge, alighting atop the myriad of stone monuments, and there the gilded gauntlet’s dust remains, even unto this day.

    Then…the Sun came out again..

    Epic
    Beautiful narration
    Unique morning glory
    I’m acquainted with the violet hue

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  30. 💐Baphomet tried to run, to vanish into another dimension but without the gilded gauntlet, he had no escape.💐

    Famous words, no place to hide.

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  32. 💐Then, inexplicably… the alphabets of all known languages of the world suddenly appeared in the sky all around Isabella, Metty, Urthe, Archangel Michael (hidden), and Baphomet. It was like sitting in a planetarium immersed in three-D effects on all sides.💐

    Brilliant construction of how everyone would at the same time understand that one message

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      1. Absolutely. The sky being the screen to the whole world
        It’s an absolutely brilliant thought.

        We are in loadshedding, so I hope my message comes through

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  33. 💐Then the same hand that crushed the gilded gauntlet’s two parts, used the alphabet characters to write in the sky, in the blink of an eye, all of the ancient prayers known and unknown for vanquishing evil spirits from this realm…And the last line, flashing in red letters read as follows:

    “And deliver us from the evil one…”💐

    My the greatest artist of all time
    Brilliantly sweated

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  34. 💐Then the hand that crushed the gilded gauntlet’s two parts formed the prayers into a door for the cell and its key. Then the hand vanished.💐

    Majestically choreographed

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  35. 💐Startled, Baphomet tumbled into the cell “arse over tea kettle.” The key slammed the door shut and locked it.

    Then… the key vanished💐

    Oh goodness utterly bewildered
    The key is not thrown away?

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  36. 💐Metty and Isabella were joined in the sky by Urthe. She was coughing and sneezing bits of fire and hot lava…💐

    Og🤗

    🤗”What’s up with the mini dragon effect?” Metty asked Urthe.

    “Ahchoo…I’m allergic to direct solar energy flares…this is how, how how…Ahchoo!..I get for a while after I play with the Sun’s direct energy.” Urthe replied, still sneezing bits of fire and lava and giggling.🤗

    Awwww, poor thing.

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  37. 💐All three glided to the ground at Stonehenge, laughing. Archangel Michael vanished. Urthe went back to her form as the nine-year-old at the lemonade and fruit stand.

    Metty looked at Isabella knowingly…

    “You had no choice kiddo. You said you were willing to pay the price.”💐

    Why did Metty tell her at this in the moment Urthe turned back into a druid?

    “Yes, I know.”

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  38. 💐To be honest, Isabella replied, smiling. “I’ve been making a lot of “lemonade” lately from all the lemons life has thrown me. How about some really strong coffee instead, my friend?💐

    Tooo much, you deserve that coffee girl.

    What a beautiful finale, the closing chapter resonates with the soul and spirit on so many levels

    BRAVO 👏 👏 👏 👏 ❤

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    1. So pleased that you “caught” the “soul and spirit levels presented/portrayed…the unseen battle in the realms.

      Thank you for reading and your always discerning comments. You are amazing close reader of narrative.

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  40. Sorry, Suzette Benjamin. I missed the notification for the last part of this story. I was able to read this last part today. I must tell you this is an exciting finale that kept me on the edge of my seat until the end. You’ve done an excellent job of painting a vivid picture of the battle that is taking place above Stonehenge, and the use of different techniques by the characters adds to the intensity of the story. The idea of Isabella’s ancestors coming to her aid and combining their iridium swords into one shield to prevent Baphomet from seizing the gilded gauntlet is a clever twist that adds depth to the plot. The scene where Isabella’s flaming sword goes dark is heartbreaking, and it shows the reader the price that must be paid to save the world. Overall, this finale is a satisfying conclusion to the story, and I would highly recommend it to anyone who enjoys action-packed tales with strong characters and intricate plotlines. 👍👏👌😊

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