Sumer, 3100 BC
Once again the massive viewer appeared behind him, as if on command from the mind of the Source. The screen began with Adam, Eve, and their children. Then it moved on to their children’s children, and the children of the next generation. And then the next.
The viewer moved from a handful of people to a few hundred. Then the screen kept filling up with different branches of the family tree, extending in all directions, until the number of people stretched into the thousands. Finally, the viewer showed the image of a large tree. It looked to be an enormous fig tree, growing branches that reached into the thousands in number, stretching for miles in length. The viewer then followed along a certain branch that reached to the depths of heaven, and became a brilliant, white light. The light was so Illuminating, that it illuminated all the other branches of the same tree.
The Ancient of Days spoke, “The tenth generation of the Hebrew tribe, as they now called themselves, begat the spirit known as Noah. In the viewer, he is the bright light that is being shown at the end of one of the sacred tree’s branches. Once again, Amos had set foot on the planet in physical form. A one of a kind, unique person of humanity. A man after my own heart. There will never be another Noah, not on Earth, nor anywhere else in my universe. Allow me to show my glorious host an image of my servant Noah.”
Immediately on cue projected Noah, and with his image, a hush fell over the audience. A giant of a man standing approximately seven feet six inches tall, and weighing three hundred fifty pounds of corded, steel muscle. But it wasn’t his size that amazed the audience, it was his likeness to the being who was giving this presentation. He looked like the Source in physical form. If the Ancient of Days had become flesh, he would have been named Noah.
“How could this be?” Thought many of the host. “Had the Father incarnated as the being known as Noah? If he had, why didn’t any angels know anything about this? Surely, he would have informed his loyal servants.”
The Father, knowing their thoughts, continued, “I’m sure many of you are currently wondering how Noah could resemble myself so well. With his snow- white hair, electric blue eyes, and skin the color of milk. The reason is because I had a hand in his physical creation. I allowed the Holy Spirit of myself to mix with the spirit of his mother, and also sent the spirit of Amos to create this tri-universal one time being for all of mankind. Noah, the savior of the Hebrew tribe.”
“He carried the blood of Adam and Eve, the Soul of Amos, along with the spirit of myself, and his mother Adah. Once again, done by design. This race was created to redeem mankind, and the man forever known as Noah was sent to save it from a future cataclysm that I intended for the planet. So in effect, my plans were to save one race, the Hebrew, while destroying another, the Nephilim.”
An uneasy feeling stirred amongst the angels of the host. All but Michael and Gabriel had always believed that the flood was created by either a natural or manmade event, not a supernatural one. The heavenly host all eyed each other with worry, never knowing their Father to be a destroyer of a race of beings. It went against everything they believed in. For the law says, “thou shall not destroy that which God hath created.”
As a race of spiritual beings, they all knew the value of life in the universe. That all life was to be held sacred. To hear their Creator speak of annihilating a race of half-human, half-angelic beings was difficult for those who valued all living beings. No matter how light or dark they were. It didn’t matter to the heavenly host. All life was holy to them. The flesh was deemed sacred. The physical, created from the mind of their Creator.
This new revelation made no sense to the heavenly host. This given knowledge was unbalancing everything to them. Their perception was changing by the second. They braced themselves for any new revelation which could further unsettle the host.
Not to mention that many of their brothers and sisters had left the heavenly host, and created this divine, hybrid race. Therefore, as cousins, they were related to this new race of beings, the Nephilim. In effect, it was family members of theirs who were destroyed. And in concert, with their utmost attention given to it, they all bowed their heads to pray for the souls of the Nephilim.
The Father, knower of all things, knew what was on their minds. He gave them time to pray for their cousins. To honor those who had taken the wrong turn, and became flesh. To pay homage to a race of spiritual beings who were no longer alive. To pay their respects to their fellow brethren. Once sufficient time was given, he proceeded onward, “I know that this knowledge makes you all extremely uneasy. That many of you feel like your brethren have been deliberately put to death by myself. This is true, and it was necessary. Had not the Nephilim been destroyed, they would have conquered Earth, the Milky Way galaxy, and finally the universe. Thus were the plans of Lucifer, and his allies. To subdue all physical life in my universe. Thus was his plans then, thus they are now. Had I not intervened, your cousins would have usurped not only my kingdom, but yours as well. So, let that sink into your minds for a while.”
The angels of heaven knew that only their Source, the Father, knew what lies ahead. Therefore, if he predicted that the Nephilim would have usurped the throne of heaven, it was not their duty to challenge his knowledge of the future. Yet that uneasy feeling that possessed them would not depart. A race of beings had been destroyed, and it was a race whom they were related to. Yes, they had to be stopped. But to annihilate a race to extinction? That penalty seemed a harsh judgment to the heavenly host of heaven. Complete and total annihilation of a species of life! It was unthinkable to the heavenly host. There was extreme difficulty wrapping their minds around that fact. Yet they did their best to move on from that knowledge.
The Father of all things resumed, “Continuing on with my servant Noah. You all know the story of how he and his sons built a ship, gathered many animals, and withstood the flood. Thus, preserving Adam’s sacred bloodline. I’m not going to repeat that story here. The story known to mankind about Noah is accurate enough. No need to add on any particular details.
“What you all don’t know is that while he was doing that, another sacred bloodline was being preserved at Egypt, or Khem as it was called at the time.