Episode 4 – Daniel's Training
The following periods were of Daniel and this steward spilling out on his training and pursuance; discipline arose, first unforeseen; skills beset and rendered; talents honed and brought precise; his weaponry becoming merely the equal extension of his hands. He grew in lengths and height; ever still with strength to hold up the columns of worlds. The more he performed, the more he displayed. Heaven knows and knew more to the prediction – this was his destiny.
The heart of a lion reared to new heights; the guardianship coming to be elite; the spirit to evolve and grow complete. Not as he was, but what he is meant to be; the surpassing strengths and powers on many dominions; the lore to hold true, as truth bestows. The handles of a master; with keen eyes engross; to pick out weakness and replace it with opposing grace. Four to five seasoned warrior angels could not sustain, or to counteract the talents such a gift Daniel now owned. He was fearless; relentless thru the motions; the fiery sword cut wind with a storm; fire from Heaven and all, to consume that which stood in his way.
"Will I ever learn to fly?" Daniel was persistent.
"Patience," the steward spoke, "is always a weapon…"
"How can I use it as a weapon," Daniel replied, "if I don't know how to use it?"
"In all stages," he debated, "things will be formed; matters will develop."
"Will I fly?"
"Daniel!" the steward had had enough, "Attend!"
The training continued, in all.
There are no days to nights in Heaven; no elapsed to time; all things happen and nothing at all to occur; nothing to sequence or patterns to flow; all else will be, and it is as it is. But to such matters a moment can behold an hour; an eternity in a fraction of earthly seconds; though to the purpose it is not as a seam in time, but an occurrence of all things in motion within the state and occasion of harmony. Destiny reigns.
Daniel had grown to past ten feet in height; his hands of enormous mass and vice; arms of chiseled pose; legs in power to leap rivers and jump over the arch of many rainbows. He could climb the steepest mountain with the strongest steed; his agility the formula of supreme grace and poetry; now built with a breastplate of pure gold; forearm braces of shimmering blonde leather and thatched gold; a shield that would tremor all of earth in quakes if thrust to its floor; his eyes of tender blue and speckled green with the chiseled face of all handsome angels; blonde, flowing hair which moved with the blows to every wind and current; a capital helmet to mark his regiment and class as an archangel. But to this, of remarkable make and creation, he possessed the scabbard which therein possessed the mightiest of swords – a flaming sword forged by the hand of God.
"You are ready Daniel…" the steward stated with gallant pride.
"You will go with me…"
"My work is done," he smiled in loud fashion, "the rest, is your journey alone…"
"To where?"
"To where God leads…" the steward looked out over the horizon, "yonder there; look for it…" There stood a pause between them further.
"Look for what?"
"Look for him…" the steward felt to be a little short on this.
"Who?"
"Gabriel…" he stalled, "your destiny is there."
"Is he myth," Daniel bent down to look upon him, "or most, of legend?"
"Neither," the steward gazed upward, "The podium of what awaits you is much higher than you can firstly imagine, young Daniel… Go to it…This comes, and awaits you…"
"Will I see you again?"
"There are no 'goodbyes' in Heaven," he lifted up to hug Daniel one final moment, "but grand eternities for all God's creatures…"
The steward was gone.
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