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“Under the Shirttails of Albert Russo” modernizes the concept of the biography away from Boswellian “every ladder rung is vital” structure, and straight to “the good and meaningful stuff — that defines who a person is … and why.”

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With laser-like precision, Adam Donaldson Powell bores into Albert Russo’s psyche, while in parallel he analyzes the work of a lifetime. But more often than not, there is a process of cross-fertilization, whether it is clearly identified or on the sidelines. He interviews his subject, not always in a linear fashion, scanning the latter’s important stages of life: there is first Central, Eastern – the former Belgian Congo (now, DRCongo), Ruanda-Urundi (now, the two countries of Rwanda and Burundi) and Southern Africa – Rhodesia (now Zimbabwe) and South Africa, where the author was raised, completing high school at the Interracial Athénée of Usumbura (now Bujumbura), studying with European, Congolese, Hutu, Tutsi, Asian and American classmates, both in French and in English (he also went to an all-boys’ school in Salisbury, now called Harare). We then find him in the Big Apple at the age of seventeen, attending New York University, after which, he pursues his studies in German at the Collegium Platinum in Heidelberg. The subject is asked very intimate questions about his private life, with which he is faced for the first time. And he reveals facts he never thought could one day be thrust into the open. But still, he complies, candidly. Mr. Powell illustrates with excerpts of the author’s novels, poems and short stories, which are all either clearly or subconsciously related to Albert Russo’s life, as well as photos, letters and book reviews from Albert Russo’s personal archives. Mentioned are his AFRICAN QUATUOR, the collected poems in the CROWDED WORLD OF SOLITUDE, volume two, his collected stories and essays in the CROWDED WORLD OF SOLITUDE, volume one, and finally, his GOSH ZAPINETTE! series, of which David Alexander writes: “… Be warned, Zapinette’s gems of insouciant wit tend to become infectious. This wise-child’s deceptively worldly innocence takes the entire gamut of human endeavor in its compass. Hardly anyone or anything escapes unscathed. Michael Jackson,Vittorio de Sica, Freddy Mercury, Mao Zedong, Bill and Hill, the Pope, Fidel Castro, and even Jesus of Nazareth all come under Zapinette’s delightfully zany fire as she “zaps” from topic to topic in an irrepressible flux. As the century of the double zeros is with us, we have seen the future and the future is sham. As a healthy dose of counter-sham, Zapinette should be on every brain-functional person’s reading list.” After America, the subject moves to Northern Italy where he will reside nine years, then to Brussels. He spends half of his life in Paris, France, before finally settling in Tel Aviv Israel. When asked what his roots are, he replies that he is a humanist born in Africa, with his virtual roots being the languages which he speaks: English, French, Italian, Spanish, German, vernacular Swahili, as well as those he can only read: Portuguese and Dutch. He will soon add Hebrew. Those cherished languages are much more than forms of speech, they are his planet, from which he extracts much of the sap of his writing. So, don’t be shy. Get Under the Shirttails of Albert Russo. See order details HERE!

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READER COMMENTS … regarding UNDER THE SHIRTTAILS of ALBERT RUSSO:

UNDER THE SHIRTTAILS of ALBERT RUSSO ‘can perhaps be likened to skipping a small rock across a pond – creating ripples and reverberations which both reflect the greater omnipotence of the water and temporarily alter its periphery and identity.’ Such is Adam Donaldson Powell the master weaver behind the literary tapestry that is the life & times with a view into poems, novels and picture gallery of one brilliant international award-winning multilingual poet, novelist, essayist, historian and photographer – Albert Russo – a man with a claim to no country yet a citizen of many soils – in his sensitively scripted yet profoundly penetrating work unveiled as ‘an alternative biography’.

— Jeanette Skirvin

This biography crowns five decades of my father’s very prolific writing. Both my brother Alex and myself are immensely proud of our father’s literary achievement. From his very deep insights on the history of Africa, to the birth and struggles of the Israeli state, his poems and immensely entertaining short stories, humorous novels for teenagers, short stories covering the complexities of human nature, there isn’t one topic that my father hasn’t masterfully addressed in his writings.

— Tatiana Russo

We have the pleasure to see all the beauties of literature, poetry and photography of Albert Russo in Adam Donaldson Powell’s brilliant and memorable book “Under the Shirttails of Albert Russo”. Russo’s profound and well-ordered imagination helps him to create great works of literature. Russo never writes his great poems and novels according to any mechanic rule. He has perfected his writings due to “the existential qualm for which my heritage is responsible: Africa, Judaism and Italy. They exist and coexist in cycles, in a fashion so inchoate that I am never quite sure which will take the upper hand.” Powell, the immortal poet famous for his classic “Three-legged Waltz”, points out that Russo “began life as an outsider; the offspring of refugees to Africa from Nazi and fascist persecution then became an outcast via his self-proclaimed ‘gaytude’.” No doubt, this fact has provided the perfection of tone in all his creative endeavors, and this will certainly entice all readers. The true essence of Russo’s writings and photography is revealed by Powell in this unique book. Adam Donaldson Powell’s latest powerful book “Under the Shirttails of Albert Russo” is a tour de force in biography and literary criticism.

— Dr. Santosh Kumar, Editor, Cyberwit.net

​To avoid any doubts or confusion, this book by Adam Donaldson Powell is NOT just a biography of the life of Albert Russo, nor is it a synoptic overview of his massive and prolific collection of works of prose, poetry, and photography. This book is something far more than either of these literary vehicles could ever be. Through literally decades of conversations, correspondence, and collaboration between these two very talented authors/artists, Adam Powell gives us a glimpse into not only the very diverse heritage and globe-trotting life and experiences of Albert Russo, but also a glimpse into his very psyche and incredible intellect. In other words, this book lays bare for the world to see what makes Albert Russo one of the few true renaissance men of our times. Russo’s collection of works bridges gulfs of heritage, culture, philosophy, and more – often with more than a hint of his sometimes quirky and off-beat sense of humor. For anyone who has ever read and enjoyed ANY of Russo’s works, this book is a must-read to fully understand the man behind the true art of his words, ideas, and imagery.

​– J. Richard Davis, B.A., J.D.

 

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Review of Adam Donaldson Powell’s book “Entre Nous et Eux”, by C. Richard Mathews, USA.

Adam Donaldson Powell’s new collection of works, Entre Nous et Eux, displays his multiple talents and concerns in a series of brilliant and engaging pieces. Powell is an activist, essayist, fiction writer, visual artist, poet, who writes in four languages, though English is the predominant one in this volume and an inability to read French, Norwegian or Spanish will not detract from a reader’s understanding and appreciation of any of the pieces.

The book is divided into four sections: poetry, a novella titled “Entre Nous”, a short story titled “Death Poem” and another, longer novella called “The Stalker”. While the works deal with many themes, the overriding one for this reader was the issue of how societal and political forces affect — often adversely — an individual’s development, sometimes to the point that she or he does not or cannot understand or accept who she/he is. A major factor in this, it is suggested, is the inability of others in her/his family and in greater society to respect and accept a person’s differences (the “other”).

The book begins with Powell’s great strength: his poetry. Interestingly, in the three works of fiction poems appear as well. In both the stand-alone poetry and the fiction, poems allow Powell to focus the reader’s attention immediately on his themes and concerns. The first group of poems involves children in a presumably Western European (Parisian?) context and their shock at how the world interacts with their innocence: a child playing hopscotch confronting a pedophile, a young girl taunted because she has “two mothers”, a young hijab-wearing Muslim girl also subject to jibes, problems for a child of “color”, a presumably Muslim boy’s trauma at the hands of police after talking of ISIS, the treatment of gypsies and their plight and ostracism, the shock of exploding bombs in an unnamed war zone.

Although much of the poetry deals with “social issues” in one sense or the other, there are purely lyrical moments as well, such as the poem “Jeux d’Eau”.

At a number of points the issue of suicide is introduced: the inability of the characters to accept themselves or others’ perceptions of them. Thus, in the first novella, “Entre Nous.”, a friend of one of the main characters dies of an overdose (deliberate?) days after they’ve had sex with each other. And the beautiful short story “Death Poem”, concerning two young Japanese men, involves the presumed suicide of a father over his son’s homosexuality, and the son’s own subsequent suicide himself. As noted above, the use of poetry, and references to poetry, permeate Powell’s fiction writing and in this moving story he introduces us to a specific Japanese form of poetry relevant to the taking of one’s life.

Both novellas involve casts of characters that are followed through some years of their lives. “Entre Nous.” is presented partially in an epistolary form. The story involves the interaction of several gay friends and various sexual escapades in a number of Western cities — Paris, London, New York — that the author is obviously familiar with. As in some of the poetry, especially the collection of interlocking erotic poems “tu sais je vais….t’enculer (love letters)”, the writing about sex is explicitly detailed, a means for the author to “épater la bourgeoisie” in the mode of Baudelaire, Rimbaud, Genet and other French writers. Their cumulative effect is, ultimately, powerful and meaningful. These passages are part of his subtle analysis throughout of various types of love and physical and emotional attraction.

The second, longer novella, “The Stalker”, concerns a young woman and her lover, a transgender man who, at one point discovers that he may be “a lesbian in a man’s body” (294). The overriding theme is one of identity — despite society’s pressures, finding it or creating it and then having the flexibility to change it or allow it to modulate as circumstances and feelings may urge or dictate.

The reader should not miss the great amount of humor and wit, and pure literary pleasure, in Powell’s writing which, as in Proust, may be overlooked if one focuses merely on “the story line” or themes. Be ready for a wonderful turn-of-phrase, or the startling juxtaposition of images. For example, in “Une Lettre d’Une Prostitue…” the letter writer states, “J’aimerais parfois me mettre dans le peau de quelqun d’autre…” Or, “mots doux et traitres a la fois…” (37). Or: “lips part revealing your lizard tongue” (63). Or: “blood-red sugary tension of domestic rape” (55). Or: “the relentless fantasy is more than the sum of reality’s individual parts”. (78)

Especially delightful are the “echoes” one finds between different parts of the works through the use of literary devices similar to Wagner’s leitmotifs. Thus, there is a reference early in “Entre Nous.” to Donald O’Connor and Marilyn Monroe singing “a man chases a girl (until she catches him)” and then much later the reader comes upon a scene of Karol/Mariusz showing his poetry to a closeted priest in which he has written “I delight in chasing straight boys until they catch me” (172).

It should be noted that in both his poetry and fiction Powell’s writing style is clear and precise without being pedestrian or boring. It is a style that is able to draw in and engage the reader quietly and without showiness, leaving one with a sense of pleasure, even when the subjects at hand are very serious ones.

Powell’s book is highly recommended for its many pure literary pleasures but also for its profound insights into aspects of modern life that are often obfuscated or ignored by other writers and media in our contemporary world oversaturated with often meaningless written and visual distractions.

C. Richard Mathews
New York-based art historian, writer and attorney

Recension du recueil ‘Entre Nous et Eux’ de Adam Donaldson Powell,

Le nouveau recueil de Adam Donaldson Powell intitulé Entre Nous et Eux reflète les talents multiples de l’auteur et comprend une série de textes aussi brillants que jubilatoires. Powell, l’activiste, est à la fois écrivain, poète, essayiste, peintre et photographe.  En outre, il écrit en anglais, sa langue maternelle, mais également en français, en norvégien et en espagnol.  Le lecteur découvrira dans ce volume des textes dans ces quatre langues, ce qui, dans notre monde hyper-connecté est encore une rareté, mais en même temps une grande richesse.

Ce volume est divisé en quatre parties: Poésie, une nouvelle intitulée “Death Poem”, et deux courts romans portant les titres suivants: “Entre Nous” et “The Stalker”.

Alors que ces textes évoquent de nombreux thèmes, le fil conducteur est celui des effets de la société et de la politique sur le développement de l’individu, au point où celui-ci ne comprend plus ou n’accepte tout simplement pas qui il est ou ce qu’il risque de devenir.  L’auteur suggère que les autres, c’est-à-dire, sa famille ou la société dans laquelle il évolue, est inapte à respecter, voire à accepter sa différence.

Le livre a pour prémices la poésie de Powell, poésie dans laquelle il excelle. Ses textes de fiction sont eux aussi parsemés de poèmes, plus ou moins longs. Les premiers poèmes traitent de l’enfance ayant pour cadre une capitale européenne, qui pourrait être Paris.  Et des conséquences, insidieuses ou cruelles, que le monde alentour peut avoir sur eux. Voyez cette gosse jouant à la marelle et qui s’éloigne précautionneusement d’un pédophile, cette autre que l’on moque parce qu’elle a ‘deux mères’, ou cette jeune musulmane malmenée à cause du hijab qu’elle porte. Que dire aussi de ce garçon basané que la police menotte dès qu’il prononce le mot Daesch, du traitement odieux que subissent les gitans, de leur ostracisme. L’auteur évoque également le choc que produisent les bombes explosant dans des zones de guerre.

Tandis que nombreux sont les poèmes traitant de problèmes de société, ils possèdent tous cette touche lyrique si propre à Powell. ‘Jeux d’Eau’ en est un parfait exemple.

La problématique du suicide apparaît ci et là: certains personnages ont du mal à s’accepter, d’autant plus lorsque leur entourage les rejette.

Ainsi, dans le premier roman, ‘Entre Nous’, l’ami de l’un des protagonistes meurt à la suite d’une overdose (peut-être délibérément), quelques jours après que les deux ont fait l’amour ensemble.

Dans la magnifique nouvelle ‘Death Poem’, qui met en scène deux jeunes hommes japonais, le père de l’un d’eux se suicide, apparemment à cause de l’homosexualité de son fils, lequel à son tour met fin à ses jours. Que ce soit dans ses textes de fiction ou dans sa poésie, Powell évoque le suicide en utilisant des éléments particuliers de la poésie japonaise. Y percevrait-on l’ombre de Mishima ?

Les deux romans mettent en scène des protagonistes sur des tranches de vie. ‘Entre Nous’ est raconté en partie sous forme épistolaire. On y parle d’amis gays, de leur interaction, de leurs expériences sexuelles vécues dans certaines grandes villes occidentales, telles que Paris, Londres ou New York, villes que l’auteur connaît bien. Powell, n’ayant pas froid aux yeux, n’hésite pas à écrire des ‘lettres d’amour’ contenant des mots crus, comme par exemple: “tu sais je vais….t’enculer”. Et cela pour ‘épater la galerie’, à l’instar de Baudelaire, Rimbaud, Verlaine – qui, à l’époque écrivaient sous des pseudonymes -, Genet, ainsi que d’autres écrivains français. Mais là, il ne s’agit pas uniquement de subterfuges, ces vers érotiques, voire pornographiques, participent de l’analyse subtile de ce qui constitue l’amour pluriel, qu’il s’agisse de la simple attraction physique et/ou des émotions qui peuvent en découler.

Le second roman, ‘The Stalker’, qui est plus long que l’autre, est l’histoire d’une jeune femme et de son amant, un homme trans-genre, qui se demande s’il peut être “une lesbienne dans le corps d’un homme”. Le thème principal ici est celui de l’identité qui, envers et contre tout, tente de s’affirmer et de trouver un équilibre.

Malgré la gravité des sujets abordés, le lecteur pourra apprécier, tout au long du volume, la veine humoristique et spirituelle de l’auteur, à l’instar d’un Proust qui se ‘moque’ gentiment de certains de ses personnages. Powell joue avec les mots et s’amuse à juxtaposer des images, comme dans ‘La lettre d’une prostituée’, où l’auteur écrit: “J’aimerais parfois me mettre dans la peau de quelqu’un d’autre…”, ou encore, “mots doux et traitres à la fois…”. D’autres  exemples me viennent à l’esprit, tels que “lips part revealing your lizard tongue” , ”blood-red sugary tension of domestic rape”, ou encore, ”the relentless fantasy is more than the sum of reality’s individual parts”.

L’on trouve des passages particulièrement jouissifs tout au long de cette oeuvre si singulière, rappelant les leitmotifs de Wagner. L’un des personnages écoute un ancien vinyle de Donald O’Connor et de Marilyn Monroe chantant “a man chases a girl (until she catches him)”. Plus loin, il y a une scène dans laquelle Karol/Mariusz montre l’un de ses poèmes à un prêtre, où il écrit: “I delight in chasing straight boys until they catch me”.

Dans ce livre, qu’il s’agisse de poésie ou de prose, le style est clair, précis, et à la fois engageant, sans jamais être pompeux, même lorsque l’auteur traite de sujets graves.

Cette oeuvre mérite d’être lue pour diverses raisons. D’abord pour la belle phrase, un plaisir purement littéraire, ensuite parce que Powell aborde ici des thèmes de notre société contemporaine qui souvent sont, soit ignorés par d’autres écrivains et les média, soit négligés en raison de la quantité phénoménale de distractions vaines, aussi bien pseudo-littéraires que visuelles, que l’on nous bombarde quotidiennement.

C. Richard Mathews, historien de l’art, écrivain et avocat new yorkais

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2014: the life and adventures of an incarnated angel (excerpts).

2014: THE LIFE AND ADVENTURES OF AN INCARNATED ANGEL.

Many Terrans are still approaching the future with fear and trepidation. It is not too late to realise that our past, our present and our future are of our own creation, at every moment and through each thought, action/non-action and word spoken. And that – through the exercise of multi-intelligence (cognitive intelligence combined with intelligence of the heart and of the soul), and understanding that it is the illusion of separation (reinforced by greed for materialism and power) that maintains our fear-based galactic culture – we can, in fact, determine our present and our future … both individually and collectively.

“2014: the life and adventures of an incarnated angel” is a work of fiction, depicting one possible reality that we can create. It is not meant to be a prophecy that we should self-fulfill, nor is it written for entertainment value alone. It is designed to provoke reflection. The solutions are only to be found in each and every one of us – beyond the illusions and distractions of individual and collective separation.

‘Kodoish, Kodoish, Kodoish Adonai T’sabaoth’.

COMMENTS ON “2014” by Dr. Santosh Kumar, Allahabad University, India:

2014: the life and adventures of an incarnated angel by Adam Donaldson Powell, reveals Powell’s creative power at its highest. It is full of a depth of philosophy and sublime vibrations of conscience, the irresistible desire for ‘Eternal cities of Universal light’. Like the wind purifying the woods, Powell in this extraordinary book persistently writes with spiritual and mystical gusto. Powell is a very great literary genius directed towards reviving our soul state.

— Santosh Kumar

EXCERPTS FROM: 2014.

CHAPTER ONE: GA … AND KRISTIANIA, AN ETERNAL CITY OF UNIVERSAL LIGHT.

Ga felt a tear welling up in his right eye as he surveyed the ruins of the physical city below. He and ’Ifafi, his colleague, were on duty and had descended through the vortex from the Eternal city of Universal Light above the Oslo fjord to patrol and oversee the goings on below amongst those who had not ascended. It was always a bit emotional for Ga to return to Oslo – although he had learned the lesson of detachment, he still retained an empathetic affection for the naive romantic disillusionment of humanity. He thought of their fellow angelic guards from the Seventh Heaven and the Seventh Heavenly Palace (Adiel, Heikhali, Afafiel, Tutrbebial, Pahadiel, Agkagdiel, Lifton, Mufliel, Gehirael, Shalhevita, Hukiel, Amilfaton, Asamkis, Halelviel, Ashkanizhael, Atrugiel, Egion, Gedudiel, Aviel, Gehorey, Geroskesufael, Iboriel, Lehavah, Pasisiel, Sarafsion, and Zeburial), who also were stationed at the portals to the various eternal cities of Universal light above Terra. He had chosen Scandinavia and Europe as his preferred centres of assignment for this tour of duty – one of the most honourable appointments since the apocalyptic Intervention had taken place just a short time before. His memories of his life on Terra previous to his ascension were fully intact … and he also remembered clearly his incarnations prior to the last one. Walking through the broken streets of his old neighbourhood, Frogner, he and ’Ifafi found their way to his old apartment – not far from the city-side edge of the fjord. Despite the darkness and the desolation, the memories of watching from above: the fireballs hurtling across the skies for days on end, the constant tremors of the continental firmament and the futile screaming and panic of the residents, Ga truly desired to re-visit his abode from the past quarter century. He was glad that ’Ifafi had come along, as ’Ifafi shared his love and support freely … but never interfered with others’ private thoughts. They rarely spoke in the new Merkabah-tongue (the newly reconstituted intergalactic language of angels), but used their perfected telepathic communicative abilities to always be in “the know”. Ga was in search of déjà vu moments – mementos of experience that held significance in the incarnated soul’s process of development. These moments of remembrance were imprinted into the soon to be incarnated soul to remind the being that he or she is on the correct path … they were triggers and messages of support and acknowledgement from the various parts of one’s soul, parts taken along to Terra and parts left behind in the Interlife. The light beaming from Ga’s third eye quickly led him to the box he was hoping to still find in the cellar of the abandoned building, now consumed by darkness and stillness.

Ga opened the box and reached inside, retrieving a binder containing old documents. He opened the binder and felt the familiar energy of a speech he had held some twenty Terra years before regarding the then opening spiritual vortexes. The speech had been held in Oslo for a small group of fellow Lightworkers. Had they only known then that their channelled information and preparatory work was so important … and that the 144,000 had, in part due to their and other Lightworkers’ work and dedication, multiplied many fold – enabling many, many more to ascend. Ga scanned the pages of the old speech with his right palm, taking in the written information telepathically:

“Now I will talk a little about vortexes and the work I and others are doing in Oslo, in preparation for full activation of the Oslo vortex. I will begin by reading part of a channelling session on vortexes from an entity identified as Lanthrox, and channelled by an entity named ‘Cecil’ ”… The speech explained that vortexes are actually ever-spiralling energy streams made up of light patterns in the form of geometric symbols, which define creation (the Universal Language of Light). After a rather lengthy discourse on the history, nature and function of these vortexes, the document concluded with an explanation of the ninety-nine global vortexes of the Golden Cities (Eternal cities of Universal Light), including ‘Kristiania’ (“Vibrations of Conscience”) – the Eternal City of Universal Light over Oslo, and information regarding the spiritual work of a group of Lightworkers who had been meeting on the outskirts of Oslo 1-2 times a week to cooperate on various projects directed at preparing for full activation of the Oslo-area vortex, and educating those ready to hear about the Earth’s movement into higher dimensions of consciousness. The activities of this group of Lightworkers included: meditation and prayer for guidance and healing, exploratory astral projection into the Oslo vortex, active work with Ascended Masters and angels on personal emotional and spiritual challenges, exhibitions of channelled art and poetry, channelling and distribution of symbols from the Universal Language of Light, angelic channelling by way of talking in tongues, the purifying of energy in Oslo-area churches in preparation for the increased influx of Christos energy and consciousness, and much talking with everyday people about the new state of things in God’s universes, and especially regarding the Earth’s challenges and destiny, as incarnates move forward into the higher dimensions. And finally, the entity then known as ‘Mikael’ urged the audience to join other dedicated Lightworkers who were working to clean out the many vortexes and tunnels across the globe, so that the Christos energy could flow freely … adding: ‘the more Lightworkers who work on this important activity, the faster both personal and Earth spiritual transformation will happen.’

“Adonai …” thought Ga – loudly enough for ’Ifafi to pick up telepathically. ’Ifafi smiled broadly, and returned to his meditation, thus allowing Ga to continue with his spiritual archaeological digging about. Ga breathed deeply and calmly as he “re-read” the contents of several personal correspondences and journal entries:

“Dear Mikael,
I hope that you are well. I would like to remind you that each person is born with one main Force of Nature, and that your dominant/main Force of Nature is Ogun. The qualities of Ogun are:

Force (an unfinished lesson for you)
Pure Justice
Initiative (unfinished lesson)
Pioneering
Truth (unfinished lesson)
Loyalty
Technology

The symbol of Ogun is the sword, and Ogun is (like Ganesh) also the Lord of Obstacles … using his sword to cut away everything that stands in the way of your spiritual progress, and opening the doors to creativity.

The other Force of Nature that you have to work with is Obatala, whose qualities include:

Righteousness
Wisdom (unfinished)
Caretaker of Creation
Ethics
Morals (unfinished)
Humility
Cool (unfinished)
Calm (unfinished)
Purity of Intention (unfinished)
Objective
Clarity of Thought
Purity
Consciousness
Rational Thought
Head
Reality
Light

Forces of Nature are like people sometimes. To work with them requires a very special kind of respect, understanding, and consciousness. Be willing to listen, and to see.

Bless you and good honouring.
Tanakai”

In another channelling Mikael had received the following message:
“There is a close connection through several lives, and you have worked with the energy of angelic consciousness in the Interlife, and actively in your dream consciousness. Consciousness is largely concerned with information, awakening and love. Mikael, you are now taking the final steps towards your completion/value/assignment, and this has been a long and strong experience for you, but one that has been necessary in order to prepare you for the important assignment you have taken upon yourself. The Way is the Goal, but when you stand at the finish line there is a special reward and sense of satisfaction for the soul.”

Ga felt the ‘Mikael’ energy within himself, reminding him of his spiritual journey over several lifetimes. Leafing through an old journal, he found loosened pages in an envelope tucked away in between the pages. There were certain themes regarding lessons to be learned that appeared and re-appeared with regularity, and Ga recognised them immediately: ‘learn to accept others’ thoughts, words, behaviour and expectations as their own, and not necessarily something for me to own or personalise. This regards others’ energies as well: do not take their energies or challenges on as my own. Learn detachment: recognise more quickly the value of each experience, and then let go, and move forward. Failure to do so creates unrealistic expectations of things that are not to be … and makes for getting stuck in situations that impede flow and creativity. I need to accept constant flow and still be complete unto myself in all situations. In this way I can be complete with all entities in Oneness.’ And further: ‘learn to love yourself, and to rely on and trust others and to accept their love. At the same time, continue to help others to find their inner strength and to learn to love themselves. You have volunteered and chosen for yourself difficult tasks in this lifetime because of your strength of Will and Courage, and your love for mankind.’

Ga released a sigh as he momentarily relived his previous struggles to boost his personal spiritual awareness, and the many challenges that had come even after writing these journals entries from 1996. The years of tumult, starting with 2004, increased steadily in intensity until the final five years before the Divine Intervention at the end of 2012. He laughed quietly to himself as he remembered how most on Terra had both overestimated and underestimated the importance of the 9/11 terror attacks. They were tragedies with significance, but the primary importance was truly their function as a major pre-warning before the acceleration towards the apocalypse, which was set in motion just a short time afterwards. They represented an opportunity to wake up and understand the many ways we were consciously (and unconsciously) creating the reality of the Armageddon myths … and were a déjà vu trigger that was almost totally unrecognised as such until several years later. Ga closed the box, arose and abruptly shot a glance and telepathic message in ’Ifafi’s direction: “Let’s go. I am done here.”

CHAPTER THREE, PART THREE: THE DECLARATION, AND A THREAT FROM THE EMPIRE OF ORION.

Ga and ’Ifafi were sleeping soundly – ensconced in each others’ arms and wings – when Ga suddenly opened his eyes, pushed ’Ifafi aside and groaned: “Good morning, my love … get up! We have some research to do.”

“Quei!” (What!), replied ’Ifafi in the new Merkabah dialect, still groggy and rubbing his eyes while scratching an itch under his left wing.

“We (or at least I) need to find out more about the entities and races involved in this intergalactic process – especially the Empire of Orion. We need to be prepared for whatever can happen,” said Ga.

“Relax, my love. Que sera, sera. Det vet du. We cannot do anything to change fate,” replied ’Ifafi, trying to pull Ga back onto his wings.

“Fate!??”, replied Ga, resisting physically. “What are you talking about? This is not a question of fate, but a question of Divine Will, which we are all responsible for – individually and collectively. Let us use our free will to the greatest potential and benefit!”

“D’accord, mon copain,” said ’Ifafi. “I agree, but how about just another hour in bed – together? There is always so much work. Don’t you ever relax and just enjoy the moment, and that which you have attained and achieved? Come, I have something to tell you … and show you …”

“Arrêt ! Je t’aime, mais … concæ måinet queist penwve!”

“Okay, but you do understand that my insistence is actually your own doing?!! If you were not so impudent, beautiful, insistent and sexy, then …”

“Don’t even go there,” said Ga, planting a wet kiss on the broad and fleshy lips of ’Ifafi … and then promptly licking his ear lobes and neck.

“And now it must be I that tell you the same: ‘Don’t even go there! You know that that technique is much more effective to win me over to go to bed with you than to get me to leave being in bed with you!”

Ga began tickling ’Ifafi under his armpits – the most ticklish place for ’Ifafi (and most angels), except for possibly between the third and fourth toes.

“Ha ha … stop! I give up! I will get up. Ha ha … hee hee hee. Nå skal du få igjen, du!” squealed ’Ifafi as he began to tickle Ga.

“Truce!” screamed Ga, laughing out-of-control, and then suddenly gazing deep into ’Ifafi’s soul through the portals of his beautiful eyes. “I love you … je t’aime … jeg elsker deg … tes qofta, tes qofta, ’Ifafi.”

’Ifafi stroked Ga’s hair and gently planted a kiss on his lips, while saying: “Mon coeur, je t’aime aussi. Just tell me what you want … I would march to the ends of the Universes for you …”

Ga then replied (with a slight smile): “Good … then you will certainly have no problem engaging in a little analysis of the situation at hand. We could even make a game of it if you like, perhaps something similar to the old Terra games that were played until recently: like ‘Monopoly’, or ‘Risk’ or an old-fashioned space-age videogame …”

’Ifafi interrupted: “yeah, or perhaps ‘Old Maid’ or strip poker!??”

“Nå må du gi deg, kjære!”, said Ga, then repeating: “Give it up, babe! I do not negotiate love. And who are you insinuating is to be stuck with the ‘Old Maid’ anyway … according to my calculations, your age is approximately …”

“Hey, chill out babe. Bring out the game board … or your computer. Give me a double espresso and a birdseed sweet bun, and I am yours – however and for whatever cause … (of course, within reason … heh heh)”

Ga immediately arose and called food services to make an order for a light breakfast, and then he quickly began getting dressed, modestly turning his back to ’Ifafi.

“Ahhhh …”, said ’Ifafi. “Thank you! Your very best asset in full view!”

Ga freaked out for a moment, wondering what he had set into motion, but then ’Ifafi added: “I just love those wings of yours … especially when in full erection.”

Ga just smiled and wiggled his wings, prompting ’Ifafi to say – in jest: “You wish, my love!”

And Ga replied: “No my dear … YOU wish. But there will be time for that later. Here – take a look at what the computer has to say about the different races involved in this situation …”

’Ifafi began to read aloud from the screen:

‘The Empire of Orion consists of entities who adhere to the Light and the Darkness, and whose centres of power were originally based at two competing star systems. After many wars with the Intergalactic Confederation over hundreds of thousands of Terra years, the Orions were essentially beaten back into a position where their aggressiveness had been contained to their own galaxy – giving relative peace to their neighbouring galaxies, but not necessarily to their colony: Zeta Reticuli. They had, however, achieved a long-lasting peace agreement with both Vega and other neighbours. Basically, the Empire of Orion was at the same level of spiritual and racial transformation as the inhabitants of Terra – slowly moving into the fourth and fifth dimensions.

“‘The hold of the Empire of Orion over Zeta Reticuli can be compared in many ways to the histories of many empires and former colonies on Terra. The topic of self-governance or official autonomy has always been a sore one … ’ ”

’Ifafi then commented: “Ga, my love. It looks as though there may be trouble … especially when the decision to invite Zeta Reticuli into the Confederation is announced – that is, if it goes through.”

Ga shook his head in affirmation, saying: “Yes, exactly. And there is no reason to think that the proposal will not eventually go through the General Assembly. I am quite certain that it will receive the full approval of the Security Council. Vega and Sirius could try to stalemate a quick decision, mostly because of Vega’s trade agreements with Orion … and Sirius’ current strong anti-war stance – but, from what I hear, a proclamation inviting Zeta Reticuli into the Confederation is essentially a ‘done deal’. And both Vega and Sirius will be ‘won over’ if Kartion’s suggestion to offer the Empire of Orion membership as well is approved.

They continued to read countless internal documents and studies of various civilisations that could play a major role in the conflict, including: Alpha Centauri, Lyra, Vega, Zeta Reticuli, Sirius, the Pleiades, Arcturus etc.

After hours of reading and discussion, ’Ifafi concluded: “The challenges and the possible attainments are clear. The real test for the Confederation is not a question of military might – our combined forces are much stronger than those of the Empire of Orion – but rather a test of whether (or not) the Confederation can handle an eventual military provocation and confrontation to the best for the combined and interconnected universes … and without falling back to the behavioural patterns seen on Terra, Orion, Zeta Reticuli and other planets and stars still evolving from a Third Density reality.”

“Exactement,” replied Ga. “THAT is the challenge we really face … it is all connected – the evolution of the members of the Intergalactic Confederation, and that of the Empire of Orion, Zeta Reticuli and Terra. Another confrontation of the ‘illusion’ of separation theory.”

There was a great silence after that last comment by Ga – not between the two of them, for they were in unison in their thoughts, but still in reflection and reminiscence. Finally, ’Ifafi said solemnly: “Yeah, it is the same thing we are trying to recover from here on Terra. Greed and separation – it is all about power and materialism. And as the spiral gains more and more momentum, the more egotism there is. Those in charge of the commercial and bureaucratic systems do everything possible to pass on their burdens to those of low stature and limited means, and those who make their living as menial workers in the systems no longer dare to stand out against them and became an even larger part of the problem. This development had been in development for many centuries on Terra before it finally exploded and the Intervention became a reality. It is the same for the Empire of Orion, Zeta Reticuli and many other planets and stars. Terran humanoids made life on Terra a living Hell – totally self-created, and reinforced by the new god that they created: the god called ‘power and money’. Let us pray for the Empire of Orion, Zeta Reticuli and the many others who are in the midst of this difficult transition.”

And so they sat in quiet meditation for half an hour before both opened their eyes and Ga muttered: “Adonai. There is no god but God. May we all praise and respect the true godliness in us all, and which rings out throughout our surroundings. But let us remember that within the source of the problem lies also the possibility of an answer. Just think how the restructuring of the entire money and power system on Terra since the Intervention has contributed to the consciousness shift that is now underway.”

“Adonai,” repeated ’Ifafi, revealing a solitary teardrop quickly streaming downward from his right eye – but which did not cool his burning cheeks as intended. The emotion that he felt at that moment was undeniable and could only be soothed once acknowledged.

After some days, the predictions of ’Ifafi and Ga were confirmed. Not only had the proposal passed through the Intergalactic Confederation’s Security Council (with minor objections from Sirius, and an ‘abstention vote’ from Vega), but it also passed in the General Assembly – thus resulting in the following proclamation:

‘We, the Intergalactic Confederation, hereby proclaim that we support the positive consideration of eventual applications for membership both from Zeta Reticuli (one and two), and the Empire of Orion, and that we consider the demand of the populace of Zeta Reticuli to be in compliance with the constitution of the Intergalactic Confederation. It is our sincere hope that the Empire of Orion will see and affirm the wisdom of our proclamation, and recognise the independence of Zeta Reticuli as a sovereign planet and state.’

The reactions from the Confederation member states and from Zeta Reticuli were quite positive, but there was (at first) merely silence and a cold front as the only reaction from the Empire of Orion. But that silence soon gave way to an exchange of bickering and threats, between the leadership on Orion and the Intergalactic Confederation Command. This was a ‘normal reaction’ that was not unexpected, however – the Empire of Orion sent a couple of spaceships armed with lasers both to the galactic borders of Zeta Reticuli One and Zeta Reticuli Two … AND attacked an Arcturian scientific spaceship outside of the galactic borders of Vega. This was, of course, a serious offence … causing disharmony and tension amongst the members of the Intergalactic Confederation. After several crisis meetings, it was decided by the Security Council that a super battalion of spaceships from Terra, Arcturus, Alpha Centauri and the Pleiades would protect Zeta Reticuli and Arcturus, and afterwards confront the Empire of Orion on its own turf. Vega, under pressure from its Confederation co-members, also eventually agreed to participate in the action after much diplomatic activity. The entire Command of Angels was put on high alert, and Ga and ’Ifafi were given the responsibility of organising the military effort under the diplomatic command executed by Kartion.

CHAPTER THREE, PART FOUR: CONFRONTATION.

All eternal cities of Light on Terra were buzzing with activity. The entire Intergalactic Confederation was on high alert. Ga and ’Ifafi had their hands full, cooperating with military and security command managers on Arcturus, Alpha Centauri, the Pleiades, Sirius, Zeta Reticuli and Vega – regarding the organisation of a number of spaceships to participate in the action. Some had the function of protecting the Arcturian scientific spacecraft which had been attacked, and escorting it back to Arcturus. Others were put in position to patrol their own planet’s galactic borders … and Sirius, Terra, the Pleiades and Vega sent vessels to warn the Orions away from the galactic borders of Zeta Reticuli One and Two. These fleets were commanded by Kartion.

The operation was well-planned. Fortunately, the Arcturian scientific exploration ship was not seriously damaged and no one suffered more than some minor bruises and concussions. The Orions did, however, manage to fire a few long-range lasers and missiles at a military installation on Zeta Reticuli Two, causing some local panic and precipitating evacuation to underground tunnels. The Intergalactic Confederation forces moved in quickly, chasing the aggressors back to the Empire of Orion while sending clear messages to the Empire’s political and military leadership that Zeta Reticuli is now considered to have been liberated from Empire rule, and that the Empire can shortly expect a diplomatic visit from the Confederation. The response from Kwiføw, chief military commander of the Imperial Orion Forces, was far from diplomatic: “A diplomatic visit, say you?!! You can go fuck yourselves. Bring it on, Confederates – we have fought you many times before … even on our home turf. Save your diplomacy for when you are screaming ‘uncle’, as they say on Terra.”

’Ifafi was surprised at the crudeness of the response from Kwiføw, but Kartion and Ga seemed to be rather relaxed about the threats. It was agreed that Ga and ’Ifafi would lead the first incursion upon the Empire of Orion, a large battalion of higher-level angels surrounding the main cities and military installations – taking them by surprise, simply by utilising their abilities to shift density. Ga had already called upon and organised his fellow angelic guards from the Seventh Heaven and the Seventh Heavenly Palace: Adiel, Heikhali, Afafiel, Tutrbebial, Pahadiel, Agkagdiel, Lifton, Mufliel, Gehirael, Shalhevita, Hukiel, Amilfaton, Asamkis, Halelviel, Ashkanizhael, Atrugiel, Egion, Gedudiel, Aviel, Gehorey, Geroskesufael, Iboriel, Lehavah, Pasisiel, Sarafsion, and Zeburial, as well as his colleague on Terra: Lysiel.

“They will never know what hit them,” said Lysiel to Ga.

“We will be many, as each angelic guard will lead his own battalion consisting of many angels. In addition, Kartion will lead the battalion of Confederation spaceships surrounding Orion’s galactic borders. They will either reach a settlement with us, or they must choose to suffer the consequences.”

“It will be quite interesting to see what they choose to do,” said Lysiel. “I still do not understand why so many Third and Fourth Density entities still believe that it is essential ‘to suffer in order to learn’.”

’Ifafi commented: “It is perhaps rather a question of pride, which is both an admirable trait … and often a sign of ignorance and egotism. If anyone can convince them, it is Ga. If not, then the Confederation will demand nothing less than a full surrender – and we outnumber the Orions militarily. So, it is not a question of ‘victory or not’, but rather what kind of victory … and whether it will be a victory that even the Orions can embrace and benefit from.”

“All is in place,” announced Ga. We assemble above the capital city of Betel-Rig in two hours – cloaked invisible. I will then make a final announcement to the Emperor, telling of our arrival and imminent incursion.”

And with that the three friends quickly embraced each other, saying: “Adonai!” … and quickly ran off to assemble their units.

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“Come and join us!” growled Ieøq. “We are celebrating your stupendous victory, and this fabulous incursion of wings. I don’t think we have seen so many feathers here on Orion since we attempted Vegan ostrich farming several centuries ago. Boy, was that a mess! But do not worry, we do not eat angel meat as we find it too sinewy for our rather refined tastes. Now humans – that is a delicacy … too bad so many of them are now diseased. You know, that is why we had planned to overtake their planet. To kill off the weak ones and enslave the strong ones while integrating them slowly into the Orion race. But obviously, the blasted Intergalactic Confederation – again – has other plans. Of course, you never stoop so low as to talk to us. But you do go behind our backs to the Zeta Reticulians and help them to engineer an uprising against us. Pray tell – who is holier than whom, and what ever happened to your high ideals regarding non-interference and free will? I suppose that you privately refer to the Empire of Orion and Zeta Reticuli as the ‘axis of evil’! Isn’t that in line with the type of thinking common on your beloved Terra? One day you make secret alliances and contracts with elements you consider to be subversive, and the next day you declare them to be terrorists and responsible for all evil in the universes … Would you like to see some of the contracts we have signed with leaders on Terra, which they reneged on when you and the Confederation began to intervene and interfere?” And with that, Ieøq and the others at the main table broke out into drunken laughter.

Ga interjected: “Firstly, you speak of the Old Terra – before the Armageddon, the Rapture and the Intervention. THAT Terra no longer exists, and is not bound by any previous contracts. Secondly, yes … there were many mistakes made by leaders on Terra, and the inhabitants were foolish to trust in all they were told and to deny all that did not serve their own egoistic needs. However, the Intergalactic Confederation is not calling you ‘an axis of evil’, and does not necessarily see your behaviour or soul entity development as being any different or worse than those of humanoids on Terra. There is no judgment, but the time has come … to set a new, more positive course for all. This is the ‘Word’ from the ‘Highest One.’ And thirdly, yes: the decision to help the Zeta Reticulians was a difficult and strategic decision – both for the survival of Terra, of Zeta Reticuli … and ultimately for the survival of the Empire of Orion. The decision was not ours alone. The order was handed down from the Administrative and Soul Security divisions in the Interlife, under which all creation is ultimately responsible. Even Orions … and Zeta Reticulians. But you are quite correct in your inference that the Empire of Orion has not been properly and formally invited to join the Intergalactic Confederation. You have always been permitted to apply for membership, but as you know the “Entity Rights” clause in our constitution does not allow for enslavement or denial of life-promoting and life-preserving scientific advancement of member stars’ citizens or colonies. And besides, your “chip on the shoulder” military stance has created mistrust amongst those Confederation members closest to your galaxy. But I can assure you that the Confederation is open to finding a real solution to this dilemma. Enjoy your festivities and sleep off your liquor and your whores, and you, I, your cabinet and the angelic guards will convene in your Great Hall tomorrow morning – at approximately 0900 hours Orion time.”

Ieøq then asked in a booming voice and sarcastic tone: “Tell us, Ga of the Seventh Heaven. Just who is this ‘Highest One’ of which you speak so reverently? And why should we surrender to His Will?”

All were quiet as Ga slowly advanced towards Ieøq and stood face to face with him … just two feet away. Ga began to tremble – not in fear, but in reverence – as he began to channel. His wings and the wings of each of the other twenty-eight angelic guards of the Seventh Heaven rose to full erection as he spoke.

“The ‘Highest One’ is that which is essentially unnamed. The ‘Highest One’ just is – representing soul consciousness in relentless and eternal transformation. The ‘Highest One’ is Creativity, Birth, Light, Beauty, Love as well as Disarray and Destruction, Mortal Death, Darkness, Ugliness, Fear … nothing exists without the grace of the ‘Highest One’. The ‘Highest One’ is the everlasting craving for oneness – entailing development, recycling and rejuvenation, always aspiring to more deeply realise the Oneness and to more frequently remember who one actually is. For we are expressions of the ‘Highest One’ – each and every one of us, here and in every physical and non-physical place in the Seven Universes and those yet to be created. The ‘Highest One’ is the very breath that we are born with, that which keeps us alive and that we give from us when we expire mortally … and which we carry with us in soul energy back to the Interlife, and return with upon reincarnation … until we no longer need to reincarnate. That ‘breath’ is the power of creation itself: the light and sound vibrations of the ‘Highest One’ – parcelled out to each and every entity in existence, and even those who we in a state of illusion think we are not in existence.

“So you see my beloved children of Orion,” the voice continued – clearly touching every heart and soul in the room – tomorrow’s exercise is only a formality. Every soul has the same basic purpose and desire: to surrender to the realisation that we are already – and have always been AND will always be – an expression of Divinity; of the ‘Highest One’. Those who choose to continue to exist in illusion choose themselves to recycle into a basic soul energy form that will be healed and reformed for further self-transformation. The true kingdom is the Kingdom Within, on an eternal and constant search for balance.”

All was quiet as Ga came out of his channelling session, and the Orions – now completely sober – asked one another: “Who was that speaking?”

Ga replied softly and with utmost respect: “That, my beloved comrades, was Archangel Michael.” And with that the angelic guards left the Orion celebration and returned to the tens of thousands of intergalactic spaceships that were positioned just outside of the atmosphere of the Empire of Orion, where they would rest before the terms of surrender were established the next morning.