Elisha founded the school known as the Bene ha-Nevi’im, or the Sons of the Prophets (2 Kings 2:3). This marked the origin of what became known more recently, and informally, as Angel Academy, and more formally as Sodales Exemplaris Divini. The B’nei ha-Nevi’im enjoyed much intercourse with the kings of Samaria until late in the reign of Jeroboam II when an earthquake devastated the land. The king misunderstood the true nature and purpose of divinely-inspired prophecy. The Heralds of God knew it would avail nothing to reveal the Old One remembered the past, not the future, that the future does not exist even for God himself. For neglecting to warn the king of the earthquake they were beaten with many stripes and cast out from the presence of the king.
For a human to visit another star system in his lifetime requires velocity change on the order of 20 percent that of light, twice, once to accelerate and a second time to stop. The Tsiolkovsky rocket equation says this isn’t happening, not with fission thermal engines, which we’ve researched, and not even with fusion propulsion, which we haven’t. The presence of interstellar hydrogen would require double shielding, one for the drive and one for the forward bulkhead, which over the span of the flight would become equally radioactive. Micrometeorites striking at 0.2c would be devastating, but they are statistically inevitable. A slower multi-generational star ship would have to be perfectly self-regenerating for centuries despite being much smaller than the scale of a planetary biosphere. Supplies and expertise to keep the ship in working order would have to be maintained for centuries in a dictatorship so absolute not one act of sabotage or terrorism or even a work slowdown could be permitted to succeed.
Crossing between star systems is not a physical impossibility, like exceeding the speed of light, but the eerie silence of the cosmos in the radio band suggests civilizations are as rare as supernovae in our galaxy. If they attain the technology to leave their native planet without simultaneously destroying their own civilization with the same technology, there is nothing to prevent them from thoroughly colonizing their own system as far as the comet cloud at the periphery, but the yawning gap beyond has always stymied them. And humanity is fated to face the same barrier. This is not a judgment on the qualities of mankind or those other races, it is the natural outcome of the mathematical and physical realities that govern our universe. The natural laws that lead to the emergence of life are incompatible with the dream of a far-flung Galactic empire crossed in decadent comfort on the equivalent of ocean liners.
The only successful interstellar travelers are advanced machines capable of repairing and even replacing themselves with raw materials they find in planets, moons, and asteroids, and traveling between systems in time spans on the order not of decades or centuries but of millennia. These machines are immune to the ravages of deep time, and radiation has little effect on them. The creation of such machines are not beyond the capabilities of the seraphim, the alien races that have already colonized their own system, and many were developed as assistants or even as deliberately engineered successors. For those machines capable of replicating themselves the dynamic of descent with variation and natural selection imposes upon them. These are the ophanim, and they are themselves alive in a certain sense. Physical contact between the isolated civilizations of seraphim is mediated solely through the ophanim.
Over billions of years something akin to a theological imperative emerged, an impulse to foster the development of life to the highest level of civilization, that the Continuity might be enriched. But there is a universal consensus to nudge such life they find with minimal interference, lest the diversity the machines cherish with almost religious fervor be diminished. Such has been the case here on Earth as humans proceed toward the status of seraphim. Few suspect the existence of ophanim among us, nor the imperceptible actions they have taken throughout history to kindle our technological civilization. As civilization on Earth progressed the alien machines appeared at times in forms like quite bizarre, like a mobile tree, or a red dragon, or a the interlocked whirling wheels of an orrery . All of these mechanisms in any form are called ophanim, or thrones.
Ariel is one of the nephiloth (yen) and possesses a VX allosome pair and thus has a female phenotype, as do VV elyonoth (jen). A V chromosome is an X chromosome with active code in formerly non-coding segments. Nephilim (len) have a VY allosome pair and thus a male phenotype. Human men have an XY allosome pair, and human wen (women) have XX. In sum, there are five sexes in the thinly-disguised Angel Academy television universe. Ariel’s body produces what could be termed ‘designer pheromones’ affecting animals; beasts eagerly comply with her will. Some say these airborne molecules have a similar effect on len and men. Ariel became known to the Lakota people as White Buffalo Calf Woman when she restored the bison herds after a tragic die-off in the 14th Century and introduced the seven ceremonies of the sacred pipe in celebration. Ariel frequently wears plain brown garments, as the white raiment affected by the other members of House Haivri would not do for her agricultural work.
Dr. Miriam Wahkan (Lakota: Much Practice) is Raphael Haivri. In the First Century CE she unobtrusively performed the healings the gospel writers attributed to Ravi Yeshua. Today she is the sole doctor in Havilah, a town of some 1,100 people, which by all rights should have several more physicians. Her body’s molecular machines (which she drolly calls “veterinary primer”) are produced in superabundance. This permits her to quickly knit fractures and close wounds, but she cannot give others a share in her unending life. Raphael is frequently seen at the Migdalel College clinic wearing a white lab coat over her draped red wings, chiefly to provide convenient pockets. As with other VV-allosomed elyonoth Dr. Wahkan is rather tall, which inspired Yeshua to call her The Tower (Maryam Migdal) when she was his chief female disciple. Pope Gregory I identified Mary Magdalene as Luke’s “woman in the city, which was a sinner” who anointed Jesus before his execution. That was an error. The gospel of John identified the woman with oil as Mary of Bethany, sister of Martha and Lazarus, and basically said Luke was full of it. Mary (Maryam, Maria, Mariamne) was the most common name for girls in 1st Century Galilee. Jesus frequently gave his friends and kinfolk punny names to tell the multiple Marys and Simons and Judahs and Jacobs apart. He called his leading female disciple Mary Magdalene, or Mary the Tower. Mary’s loyalty to God was unshakable, like a tower, and she herself was a striking 5’11”. Mary was responsible for baptizing the female followers of Jesus, for he attracted many women to the Way with his call for a more compassionate interpretation of Torah. Baptism involved brief nudity, immersion, and a change of raiment. In that time and place someone like Rocky performing this particular ritual simply would not do.
The Hetaireiae tou Hodos Historical Institute (Greek: Companions of the Way) is a system of colleges informally called Angel Academy. The Rome campus is Sodales Exemplaris Divini (Companions of the Divine Example). The American campus is Migdalel College in Havilah. Midrashet ha-Nashim (מִדְרַשֶּׁת הַנָּשִׁים) exists at the Kibbutz Kfar Nishim on the east shore of Lake Kinneret, in Kursi (anciently Gadara, where the reported exorcism incident with the Gadarene swine took place). Academia Sodales Itineris (Academy of the Companions of the Journey) is found in London. Classes are nine hours long, six days a week. Students partake of breakfast and lunch on campus. Nine years at the Academy is equivalent to twelve years of public education anywhere else. Many go on to enter apprenticeships in the various trades. Protestant, Catholic, and non-Christian Native American students in Havilah attend the first nine years for free. City property taxes assessed for education are non-existent.
Historians have long noted the reluctance of the FBI to even acknowledge the existence of a national organized crime syndicate until the discovery of the Apalachin meeting in 1957 forced their hand. Even then, federal efforts to reign in racketeering were perfunctory. It was subsequently revealed that the Bureau Chief, who compiled dirty laundry on lawmakers and cabinet members was himself the victim of blackmail. A film was supplied by Angel Academy in 1937 as insurance against any federal move against the Haivri “crime family”. When DECON became a significant problem Michelle Haivri called in her marker and the Commission showed a copy of the film to the Chief. By that time the Marazano faction was re-organized as the Bonnano family. The film has never been seen by outsiders and probably remains a curious historical relic among LCN in New York, although it is of little practical value now with the Director dead and the culture of America shifted to render such a thing almost quaint.
Vrietiel Haivri, “Running Star”, is swift of foot and accesses the Pleroma to obtain historical information. She is an archaeologist who literally knows where all the skeletons are buried. As the Scribe of God she keeps a complete record of the alterations in the timeline made by House Haivri as a set of scrolls bearing the written copy of the growing Shir ha-Zikaron, the Song of Remembrance. The surface of these scrolls is just three molecules thick, with two transparent layers and a third layer in the middle that is abnormally white. No ink or soil or blood can mark this layer, only light in the X-ray band that comes from a pen possessed by Vretiel alone. The latest uncompleted scroll lies open on the Table of the Lord in Temple Derekh Me’hudeshet (the Way Restored) in Havilah. Modern Assyriologists would give anything to examine this songbook. Among many things it contains lines of Paleo-Hebrew abjad dating from the period of the Omride dynasty of Shomron in the 9th Century BCE.
There was war in heaven, and the angels of the prince of the Powers of the Air prevailed not. Their orbit decayed over the Aleutians, and they tumbled past Vancouver Island, and entered the troposphere nigh to Mt. Rainier. A private airplane pilot named Kenneth Arnold, who was aiding in the search for a downed US Marine cargo plane, saw the burning body armor of the falling angels as they dropped to Earth, and to a reporter he noted how they seemed to bounce in the air stream as they tumbled, “like saucers skipping over the surface of a pond.” Michelle complained when the Havilah Herald reported the downed squadron and said she wanted to restrict all future operations to nighttime. But Gaby said, “Somebody saw us, sure, but look how they wrote the headline: SUPERSONIC FLYING SAUCERS SPOTTED BY BOISE PILOT. This Arnold fellow said Abaddon’s wing skipped like saucers, but he didn’t say what they looked like. Typical FUBAR. Soon everyone and his grandma is going to see flying saucers.”
Cadence “Wiiya Wiiya” Shybear (or Coyote Cub but he goes by Cubby) and a daughter of men named Ehawee Wicasa (Laughing Girl) were trying to find a place on the Migdalel College campus to make out. They discovered comfortable vehicles in the shape of a disk. Most of the volume of the craft was fuel tankage. The central core had a internal combustion engine and two counter-rotating propellers. Cubby summoned a halo to allow the propellers to provide sufficient lift on their limited thrust. If Ehawee tried to fly the thing alone it wouldn’t get off the ground. Gabrielle had chosen to use a curious name for her new aircraft: Cubby and Ehawee stole a Dizzy Lizzy. They took a tour of the American southwest. There was an AM radio, but sometimes they had to descend and gas up. When they strayed close to Kirtland AAF base in New Mexico some P51 Mustangs shot them up. Cubby’s leg was shattered by one round that passed clear through the hull and him. He barely got Ehawee and himself down alive.
Terminal Cruise 