Bene Ha Elohim Sons of God

About the Book

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Bene Ha Elohim is a fictional tale about faith and love. In the Christian Fantasy / Science Fiction genre, it is set against the backdrop of the Tribulation Hour.

The premise of this novel revolves around a battle for the soul of Mishael between the heavenly powers – the Holy Angels of the Lord and the Fallen Angels and Nephilim led by Lucifer. Mishael is the newly-created half angel, and much-loved pupil of the Archangels, Michael and Gabriel, who are training him in the ways of spiritual warfare.

As he grows in prowess and skill, Mishael becomes a formidable threat to Lucifer, who orders his minions to thwart his unique mission at all costs. The race for Mishael's soul commences, putting all the angels' faiths to the test. As the battle rages between the forces of the Lord's triumvirate of holy angels – Michael, Gabriel and Mishael, and those of the unholy troika of Antichrist, False Prophet and Lucifer, enemy lines start to become blurred climaxing in loyalties being questioned.

Although written as a fictional piece, the novel also discusses the following issues:
- contemporary geo-political issues including the global financial crisis, globalism, currency
crisis, rise of the surveillance and cashless society
- cults and heresies
- post-modernism and moral relativism
- cultural wars and environmental issues
- churchianity, ecumenicalism and apostasy
- exstence of evil, pain and suffering
- prophecy
- spiritual warfare
- transhumanism / metahumanism
- Israel, Middle East, jihad, Muslim Brotherhood
- doctrine of angels
-doctrine of demons
- doctrine of salvation
- doctrine of the Endtimes: Rapture, Tribulation, Millennial Reign of Jesus Christ

Plot Summary

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Bene Ha Elohim

Sons of God

A Novel

The Lord God is unleashing His final judgments on the world. Pestilences and plagues, supernatural disasters and famine – the wrath of God is shaking an unbelieving world.

Meanwhile, Lucifer and his minions of fallen angels, as well as the political and spiritual leaders of the world, Antichrist and False Prophet, continue to persecute those who follow the Lord Jesus Christ. Escape is nearly impossible with Antichrist’s army of super soldiers conditioned to destroy them. These are transgenic beings, half human and half fallen angel, who are a new generation of the Nephilim.

In the midst of this epic battle being waged between humans and angels, the Archangels Michael and Gabriel are racing against time to save the soul of a beloved brother. This is Mishael, a Halfling, who is being trained in the ways of spiritual warfare.

Michael’s heart is in turmoil to find Mishael in Satan’s tight embrace. Gabriel’s faith is shaken. “Lucifer is leading one of our kindred to betray the Lord Jesus and rupture our family. It’s happening all over again,” he says in anguish.

As the climactic battle in human and angelic history rages, will Mishael make the choice to remain faithful to Jesus Christ, his Creator? Or will he prove Gabriel right and assist Lucifer in fracturing the angelic universe once more? And what will happen to humanity – those left behind to undergo the hour of the Great Tribulation? Will the forces of darkness or God’s mercy prevail on earth?

From the Afterword

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Bene Ha Elohim is a revised and expanded version of the novella, Mishael, Angel of the Lord, first published in November, 2010. This novella was originally conceived as a short story project for our blog. Along the way, it grew in scope and size with recent developments in global events that coincided with biblical prophecies added to the plot. A year later, we felt led by the Holy Spirit to re-publish and distribute this book as part of our ministry.

The Protagonists
We have no reason to believe that angelic beings are mere anthropomorphic caricatures of the icons that stare back at us from the frescoes and stained glass windows of arcane cathedrals. Far removed from the fabricated perversions of Hollywood, angels, we contend, are personal beings, just as their Creator is a personal God who has made them perfect representatives of Himself. For this reason, we have attempted to portray them as personal beings who face interpersonal relationship dynamics that are common to the ones we, human beings, experience throughout our lifetime.

It has been a labour of love developing the central protagonist, on which K. T. has especially lavished a generous dollop of her attention during the course of writing this novel. However, we have both wrestled with issues of the conscience over the invention of the protagonist, Mishael, who is part angel and part human. We have worried about his association with the Nephilim — an offspring of a Son of God, albeit a fallen one, and a daughter of man. And, we have been anxious about being branded heretics for the invention of Mishael.

This notwithstanding, we have wanted to develop a protagonist that possesses the limitations of a human being, who attempts to balance his limitations with his identity as a powerful angel while he traverses the inter-dimensional realms of heaven and earth. In this way, we are able to overcome many constraints that will otherwise have hampered our ability to explore his experiences of both fascinating realms, as well as his relationship with the inhabitants of these two realms, as they converge on the confluence of the material world in which all the characters find themselves. We have spent many nights in conversation with the Lord over ‘Mishael’, and it is only after finally being at peace with God, and with ‘Mishael’, that we have felt safe to put our story out in the public domain.

The Prophetic Setting
The Bible has been our go-to source for constructing a suitable backdrop for our story, which is the Endtimes scenario of the Tribulation. In order to depict with accuracy the events of the last days, from the Rapture leading up to the Millennial reign of the Lord Jesus Christ, we have also drawn our knowledge from a wide range of scholarly resources that include the Internet and books written by noted prophecy writers. As well, owing to C.J.’s interest in, and knowledge of, metahumanism, his narrative revolving round the return of the Nephilim in the form of the Antichrist’s transgenic race of super soldiers has added an edgy dimension and dramatic twist to the storyline.

Both of us are convinced that we are living in the last days, the signs of which the Lord Jesus Christ has described in the New Testament gospel of Matthew. Owing to our strong conviction that Jesus’ return is quickly approaching, we have devoted substantial portions of our novel to portraying the events of the last days. Events included are the prophetic Rapture, the Great Tribulation, the judgment plagues of God, the global reign of the Antichrist and False Prophet, the rebuilding of the Lord’s Temple in Jerusalem, Israel in the last days and the Millennial reign of Jesus Christ on earth.

Throughout the Old and New Testaments, God has given us a glimpse of the world’s socio-economic, geo-political and cultural landscapes prior to the Day of the Lord. Therefore, we are convinced that this Day is fast approaching. Among the socio-economic, geo-political and cultural scenarios of the last days pointing to the Lord Jesus’ imminent return to judge individuals and all the nations of the world: the rebirth of Israel as a nation; collapse of world financial systems and decline of civil liberties with the rise of socialism and globalism; ecumenicalism and the decline of evangelicalism; post-modernism and apostasy in the church; increase in false religions, false prophets and false Christs; exponential rise in anti-Israel and anti-Christian sentiments; rise in incidents of natural disasters; decline in privacy leading to the adoption of the Mark of the Beast.

Excerpt 1

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“We can protect the child just as efficiently at our garrison,” Gabriel demurred.

I shook my head: “He’s only going to be a distraction to the kindred there. I don’t mean to sound harsh but my decision is final: he’s remaining at the infirmary. We’re not continuing with this discussion anymore, Gabriel, so I would appreciate your putting an immediate end to it.”

I turned from Gabriel to the dossiers on my desk. I proceeded to re-examine the assignments that had been drawn up for the protection of earth’s populace. Life on earth wasn’t chugging along on low gear just because those of us in the spiritual realm were wrestling with dual battles in, and between, heaven and earth. As for the former, the Lord’s holy angels were continually engaged in warfare with Lucifer and his angels, the Fallen Ones, thwarting their plans for domination of the material world.

Earth’s political landscape was becoming increasingly volatile with the Antichrist’s armies preparing their march towards Megiddo. I needed every one of the Lord’s warriors to assist with gathering the Lord’s elect and the Tribulation Saints, and bringing them to the mountains of Petra where they could safely eke out the rest of the Tribulation Hour. Now, with Mish out of commission, we were a warrior short leaving the saints in New Canaan adrift and defenceless.

“We need to re-assign District 11,” I told Gabriel, picking up Mish’s dossier. “That’s New Canaan — Mish’s present mission field. It was Abaddon’s haunt of choice and also a hotbed for Lucifer’s transhuman incursion, so whoever we send to police this district needs to be alert and discerning. I’m leaning towards assigning the Halfling, Ariel, to the post.”

“He’s the best we have among the Halflings,” Gabriel opined. “Though, I can’t see Mish liking being replaced at all, no matter how much he loves Ariel.”

“Of course, Mish is going to be incensed,” I replied, “but now isn’t the time to maintain the status quo; it’s the balance of power that needs to be preserved and in defence interest to replace him.”

My decision holding sway, I crossed out Mish’s name on the dossier and printed Ariel’s name above it.

“You’re not replacing him permanently, are you?” Gabriel asked, studying the dossier in my hand.

“Nothing ever is permanent,” I replied. “But I’ve been considering relieving Mish from his duties in New Canaan altogether. I may have underestimated its risks to someone as inexperienced as our child. I want the child’s training resumed. Most of all, I want the process of his emotional maturation to fructify before he takes on another difficult assignment independently.”

“He’ll challenge you on that,” Gabriel warned. “Brace yourself.”

“District 11 is getting a new custodian,” I said once more, “and that’s Ariel. It’s finalized. And Mish will be re-assigned.”

The Commanding General tossed his latest report on top of the scattered dossiers. I knew my intractable decision had wound him up.

“First, you put him out of his own home; then, you negated his place in the choir, an activity he absolutely delights in; and, now, you’re standing him down from his post in New Canaan,” Gabriel voiced his displeasure with a slight tinge of bête-noir. “What’s going to be next, Michael? What else are you going to strip my underling of?”

“I realize you’re defending the underling’s honour because he’s one of your men,” I stated. “But we can’t let our personal feelings get in the way of doing what is right. We’re at war with the Lord’s greatest Foe. What I’m doing is for the good of everyone involved. And this, old friend, includes Mishael.”

Gabriel scowled, removing himself from the monitor. I disliked parting with him in the mood he was in, but he had already vanished.

The call of the reveille rang out.

Younglings and their handlers were filing into the exercise yard on another duty packed day. The child appeared to be astir, waking with the intrusive cry of the reveille. He had sounded distressed over the intercom.

I could detect no other entity in his chamber besides the angel, Abishael’s sentinels and, so, had felt as alarmed by his distress call as he had sounded. Then, as though performing a commonplace routine in his daily morning ritual, Mish rolled out of his bed and ambled towards the angel, Zuriel, who was standing by the door. He gave Zuriel a short glassy stare before the Guardian Angel calmly stepped out of his way.

Abaddon, he mumbled three times on his way to the door. With a mechanical wave of his wrist, he opened the door and trod out into the stairwell.

Recognizing the reason for the fledgling’s trancelike gait, Zuriel was prudent to avoid waking him up. Indeed, Mish was still asleep; his eyes were opened but glazed over.

“He’s sleepwalking and appears to be in the clutches of a bad dream,” Zuriel informed me, speaking into the intercom by the door. “He’s woken up only a few seconds ago. I’ll trail him to ensure that he comes to no harm.”

“Abaddon?” Gabriel queried, joining me at the monitor. He had arrived at Headquarters at the usual time, ten minutes before roll call.

I shook my head: “Go to him straight away. He’s sleepwalking. The angel, Zuriel, has reported finding no one else in the child’s room but, if necessary, stay with him as long as you have to. I’ll inform Haziel to assume your mission in Oman. You know what to do.”

Gabriel understood, girding his rapier round his waist.

“You realize he’s not had a sleepwalking episode for more than two years now?” he reminded me. “He must be under a tremendous amount of emotional stress.”

He vanished at my nod.

Excerpt 2

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“Have you tried to summon for the angel, Raphael?” I asked next.

His head shook: “He’s still engaged in Jerusalem.”

I nodded. I cuddled my son in my chest and examined him closely. I wasn’t convinced that mere fever was responsible for the feckless state of his body.

“He’s not himself,” Gabriel maintained. “The nightmares, the fevers, the bouts of crying for no apparent reason. This is not like Mishael; at least it’s not the Mishael we know.”

“I’m sensing he’s in a profoundly dark place,” I said. “All the things you have described sound like the symptoms of something deep-seated; my concern is what’s led him to this place.”

I gently drew away the child and handed him back to his superior. I was having my hunch again — had been having it for the last two days — and I wanted to test it.

But first things first, I thought to myself.

“Remove the feeding tube,” I told Gabriel, getting up. “Take off the bracelets as well. Let’s see if we can bring down his fever with an ice bath before calling the Medics back.”

I supervised the drawing of the bath water. I made a requisition for two bags of ice cubes and an oxygen tank to be delivered from Shelumiel’s kitchen. These were dispatched to me within ten minutes of my request.

Supporting his inhalation with the oxygen mask, we submerged the child into the iced water. As to be expected from the subsurface temperatures enveloping him, he began to thresh about, ineffectually resisting the bitter cold that was afflicting him. We kept him very still, our wings drawn behind us as we immersed ourselves in the water and immitigably prevented the child’s limbs from flailing about. Scarcely a piece of the floating ice was put to waste.

The threshing soon stopped. While the Little One was settling and adapting to his watery environment, we waited for the signs of the ice bath’s curative outcomes to superimpose themselves over his ailment. At intervals Gabriel monitored his body temperature with a thermometer. I resurfaced to monitor his treatment from the side of the tub.

The hours wore on. Everything became definitively quiet, which amplified the child’s respiration through the oxygen mask.

At this time, Gabriel and I entered into a low key conversation about our recent missions for the Lord. I described first my mission in Europe and Australasia with the angels, Remiel and Uzziel. After that he narrated to me his experiences in Asia Minor and Africa with the angels, Raphael and Haziel. We had noticed a common thread that connected the experiences of their urban youth albeit separated by miles of oceans and continents: the celebrity voyeurism of a me-only and me-first culture that must now pay the piper for its obsession with youth, fame and consumerism. The piper who came to collect was Antichrist; their dues, the Mark of the Beast.

“We’re at the midway point of the Tribulation,” Gabriel had added. “The imposition of the Antichrist’s Mark is proceeding along prophetic lines.”

“It’s awaking the world to the true colours of the Man of Perdition,” I nodded. “The inhabitants of earth have not anticipated this change in their leader’s canon of rule. They’ve been completely duped by his charisma the last three and a half years.”

“This is only the beginning,” Gabriel concurred, “for the earth dwellers are just starting to experience the full extent of Antichrist’s oppressive regime. They’re now learning about his austere food, water and energy rations; soon they’ll find out about the constraints that will be put on their day-to-day activities if they do not bear his name or number on either their right hands or their foreheads. Travelling, commuting, buying, selling, eating, drinking, sleeping, and all services such as healthcare, notary, education, hospitality, entertainment, sports, transportation and telecommunications — all will require the Mark to transact.”

When much of the ice finally melted, we were able to restore our underling to dry land. I bundled him up with a large towel and felt his forehead and skin.

“He’s still in the fever,” I stated, raising him up.

Gabriel nodded while analyzing the reading on the thermometer. “Steady at a hundred and three,” he informed me.

“It’s not unheralded,” I said to him, “given my hunch.”

It was time to put to the test the accuracy of my hunch. I straddled the fledgling on the tiled floor. Resting him upright against my bosom, I pressed my face against his cheek. I quietly listened to him.

Abaddon. No. Leave me alone.

By and by I would hear his pleas murmured several times.

“This is no ordinary fever,” I told Gabriel urgently. “Abaddon’s in pursuit.”

We carried the somnolent child back to his bed. Sitting behind him, I held him near my chest and nestled the back of his head beneath my chin. I clasped his forehead and offered him to the Lord.

It was the only recourse for a half-angel in the throes of demonic oppression. Gabriel followed my lead, offering his ardent and urgent prayers to the Lord as well.

Excerpt 3

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Leaning his new sword against the headboard, right next to his Katana, he turned to me: “How did the world’s economy get to this point of no return, Mika? Hyper inflation, unemployment, business liquidation and personal insolvency . . . I get the sneaky suspicion that Lucifer had played a role.”

I nodded: “Lucifer was a factor. But there were also other spontaneous causes.”

“How so?” my son asked.

“Do you really want to know now?” I asked.

“I wouldn’t have asked otherwise,” he replied. “Have you time to occupy us with what you’ve been schooled in?”

“Well, what time is it?” I asked.

We turned in synchrony to the timepiece hanging on the wall. Seven forty p.m. The eternal timepiece informed us.

“I have a Strategists’ meeting at half-past eight,” I informed him. “I think we may have just enough time to squeeze in a quick course on Economics and Politics 201. But it’s not what I’ve been schooled in. I know only from my observation of reality.”

The brothers sat upright flanking each other. Ari’s long legs were stretched out in front of him, one ankle crossed over another. His brother had drawn up his knees under his comforter, his arms folded below them. He was resting his chin on top of his knees. I sat near the edge of the bed facing my underlings, my left leg folded under me.

“Seminars of this kind have the tendency to be prolix because fact-ridden and get somewhat tedious,” I warned the siblings, “so feel free to jump in to comment or query at any time during the tutorial. This way you’ll stay awake as well.”

“Maybe we should take notes, sir,” Mish jested.

“Maybe you should, darlin’,” his sibling ribbed.

The boys settled down to a slight wave of my hands. I said: “Ari can co-teach with me. For a start, Mish, why don’t you tell us what you know of the financial meltdown of 2008?”

The child shrugged: “Not a lot. Only that it affected the whole world.”

I nodded: “Well, many people had the misconception that the global financial crisis of 2008 was what led the world’s economy to this critical point in history. As a matter of fact, the problem could be traced as far back as the early nineteen tens.

“Back then, the elite coterie of bankers had colluded to create rumours of insolvency of the smaller banks. The International Bank, itself part of the cartel, moved for a White House support of a congressional bank reform, and this resulted in the passing into law of the Federal Reserve Act.”

“The banking cartel wanted power and wealth,” Ariel clarified. “This law consolidated the power of the International Bankers to dictate the wealth and economy of America. The International Bankers went on to engineer a monetary meltdown, in America first and, after that, the rest of the world.”

“What clout did they have?” Mish asked, lifting his chin from his knees. “I mean, the banking elite.”

“Financial crises all over the world had always partly been the results of currency manipulation by the banking elite and their co-conspirators among the ranks of the leaders of globalism, most of whom, by the way, were Lucifer’s unsuspecting marionettes,” Ariel replied. “They wanted to cause an economic crisis that would be felt throughout the world so that they could fulfil their own global agenda: global reforms in government and in world currencies on the road towards the formation of a new world-order, one predicated on socialism.”

“Sounds like fodder for conspiracy theories,” Mish commented. “The banking community brought about the financial meltdown of the twenty-first century in order to bring about a socialist world-order: a One-world government and One-world currency?”

I nodded: “In fact, that was precisely what had occurred. At first, these self-appointed intellectual and banking elites, and assorted free-thinking insiders that listened to them, made the claim that a global socialist government and global currency would never happen. This was previously their official line of attack. They decried those who warned against socialist revivalism as an anti-Christian sentiment and relegated such notions as belonging to ‘crackpot tinfoil-hat wearing conspiracy theorists’.

“Then, as time made denial impossible, it was these elites’ opinion that a reform was inevitable. After conferring with like-minded ‘progressives’, they later back-pedalled, purporting that reform would, in fact, be a good thing.

“After that, they came full circle by marginalizing and vilifying those who had originally given the warning against a global socialist revivalism, using labels of ‘extremist tinfoil-hat wearing conspiracy theorists’ to berate them so that no one, especially from among those running in their circles, would seriously take heed of what would befall the world next.

“These people, in essence, had inoculated themselves against the cure and, unfortunately, were in positions of influence to allow them to ‘enlighten’ tens of millions, right into accepting the Mark of Antichrist and, subsequently, the Lake of Fire.”

“Mish, if you still doubt that any single individual or cartel can bring down a nation’s economy,” Ariel remarked, “bear in mind the contiguous collapse of the Asian economies in the nineteen nineties. This was the sine qua non of one individual’s genius — George Soros — who manipulated the Asian currencies, toppling their stock markets and enslaving them to the International Monetary Fund, whose aid their governments sought to bail out their markets and prevent a complete meltdown. The International Monetary Fund was part of the globalist conspiracy to bring about a new world-order. Soros had achieved his goal, enslaving the Asian nations to the dictates of the globalist policy makers. The exception was Malaysia, one of a small handful of nations that hadn’t been enslaved to the globalists; at the advice of her top economists, her Prime Minister removed the Malaysian currency from the international market and pegged it against the U.S. dollar. This seemingly simple move, but seen as a hostile cheek on the part of the tiny nation, prevented her currency from being traded by the foreign currency manipulators. It saved the nation from the same economic disasters that befell her many other South-East Asian neighbours. This illustration is evidence that individuals could and did manipulate money for their own ends.”

Mish nodded: “All right, I’m sold. So, getting back to the global financial crisis of the twenty first century, what did befall the world that was not taken seriously?”

I replied: “Its slide into socialism which paved the way for the worldwide reception of a global leader called Antichrist. Let’s back up . . .