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Journal of the Angelic: Odyssey of the Divine
by Mark A Raborn   

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Category: 

Religion

Publisher:  Wingspan Press ISBN-10:  1595941649 Type: 
Pages: 

190

Copyright:  June, 2007 ISBN-13:  9781595941640
Fiction

Journal of the Angelic is narrated by an angel who is looking back, across the depths of antiquity, and relating events and experiences from his great past. From his own creation and maturation among the holy brethren, through the fall of Lucifer, the temptations of the saints, the wars in Heaven, the subsequent judgment by God Almighty and the Adamic dispensation, 'Karmus' chronicles the unfolding of the human condition and how each one of us is involved from the very beginning. It's a story of great love and unimagineable loss: how the Kingdom came to be broken and can never again be whole.

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Journal of the Angelic: Odyssey of the Divine

A Christian work of speculative fiction that delves into larger issues of the human condition. 


Excerpt

“Karmus . . . Karmus . . .”
Hearing my name is my earliest memory, and my clearest, since I have had it longer than any other. Like a whisper awakening me from a long, deep slumber, the call seemed ghostly, perhaps dreamlike, though I could see nothing.

Drifting back to sleep, I was soon reawakened by the same calm yet penetrating voice “Karmus,” then, only thick, pure silence.

During my early time, only the intermittent call summoning me to life permeated my perpetual void and non-existence. I had no understanding that the call was my name but simply responded to the sound. After some space, however, and much repetition, I came to know that the summons was directed to me. This process of sleep and awakening recycled itself many times during the earliest part of my life, and the occasional voice calling my name was all I knew.

Finally, after many such awakenings and much space, I began to sense . . . to perceive, to somehow be. With each call I became more awake: lingering, though not really aware of anything other than that I was not sleeping. After yet more experiences, I began to reflect on some of my previous awakenings which revealed a sense of advancing, sequential time.

Soon I discerned the voice becoming clearer, and sharper, and more distinct; the power and crispness affected me — stirred me — and moved me to stay awake. Until this point I had nothing within me that resembled real thought. My vague observations were little more than simple responses to the voice. I was unaware of being, or of having a ‘body,’ or feeling, and I was completely helpless, though I could hardly comprehend it. However, as I continued to hear my name, I developed a certain urge to acknowledge my ‘caller’ in some deliberate physical way.

The compulsion was mysterious and powerful. The voice had an irresistible quality about it— an irregular cadence that washed over my being flooding me with a yearning I was unable to understand or resolve. The more I heard the voice, the stronger the craving became to hail its master. Though my conception of ‘physical’ was elusive, if extant at all, I began to feel ‘life’: to somehow know I existed; I was slowly beginning to realize I was . . . something. This inner sense, however, intimated nothing extraneous or openly physical: only confirming my dark, psyche world of internal urges, mute thought, and occasional auditory stimuli. Identity had not yet occurred to me and was for the moment, irrelevant.

“Karmus . . . Karmus” . . . the wanting that followed each call seemed to hasten and encourage ‘thought,’ perhaps a product of the ordered distress prompted by each experience. Drifting off became rarer, and between calls I collected my rudimentary thoughts in a non-visual, non-language way. These nascent cognitions were perhaps closer to moods and non-descript mental utterances for which there was no word or language: like listening to bones grow and sinew being stretched upon them. In time, I would come to know they were the sounds of an emerging creation at the hands of an eternal Creator.

At that time, I knew only darkness, having no concept of or reason to expect otherwise and, at some point, during a quiet space, I sensed something different. Something happened. There was . . . then there was not; it was a movement, a difference . . . a momentary change in the perpetual blackness. Appearing as a thin, white outline, the object was barely discernible and vanished so quickly I questioned whether the experience actually occurred. I waited with a measure of expectation to confirm this ‘visual’ manifestation, but there was nothing.

Though I was quite awake and focused on detecting the slightest change in my environment, I was almost empty. I was probably capable of thought but had little to contemplate. After a space, I longed to experience anything: anything to initiate thought and deliverance from nothingness; yet there was only numbing and profound quiesence and intense darkness: a vast sea of void amidst the only existence I knew.

“Karmus…Karmus!” Finally, the voice returned and with it the familiar urgency laced with an irresistible desire to honor the caller. I was compelled, as if it was my sole purpose, to acknowledge the prompt but had no ability to accomplish such a thing. My existence seemed little more than a series of frustrating events— devices of something I could not affect or comprehend.

Then, once again, there was a change; at first I saw only silhouettes— fleeting shadows that never quite came into focus. They appeared suddenly, evanescing in and out of my pseudo-reality. Sometimes they appeared close, even moving toward me, only to vanish into the vastity of my lightless mindscape.

My attempts to focus on these phantasmic ribbons revealed a visual oddity within my limited realm of experience: a stationary object only faintly perceptible against the eternal night. As I stared intently outward, I began to observe other lights darting all around the motionless manifestation before me. Sometimes the flittering lights moved very near to it, but the primary object of my intrigue neither dissipated nor fluttered away; rather, it seemed to be a lone, stationary object that neither dimmed nor increased.

After a space, I was mesmerized by the curious object before me, the fleeting ghosts all around, and my newly discovered visual ability— so enchanting to one who had never known such a thing. A certain peace prevailed, and I had all but forgotten the voice. I seemed to be somewhere I hadn't been before— far removed from the anxiety and frustrations of my earlier experiences. The discovery of an ‘object,’ (an exotic concept for my incipient level of knowledge) compelled me to acknowledge, indeed, something else existed.

Then with a single peremptory call, the void I had known changed forever . . . “Karmus!”
With that mighty conclamation my body shuddered to life— shaking and vibrating as if so commanded by the thunderous voice. For a space, I felt suspended in a fog, a sort of cognitive slurry, perhaps teetering between exaltation and extirpation. Until this point, I had no concept of ‘physical,’ or knowledge of living within a body; I merely existed within a few traces of observational comprehension, trapped in a vague sort of consciousness. I felt a touch, and my eyes were opened; life streamed into my body, and a sensation of energy and strength filled me and bathed me in a rich glow. Light was everywhere, not hard and piercing, but more a soft luminescence with no boundaries.



Professional Reviews

Angels are metaphysical beings that are recorded in the sacred books of all three of the Abrahamic faiths, April 4, 2008
By Midwest Book Review (Oregon, WI USA) - See all my reviews

Angels are metaphysical beings that are recorded in the sacred books of all three of the Abrahamic faiths: Judaism, Christianity, and Islam. A conservative Christian believer, Mark Raborn has chosen a fictional format in which to explore a myriad of issues concerning the existence, purpose, function, and behavior of angelic beings. The method is a narration by Karmus, an angel who ponders the depths of antiquity and the events from his own past beginning with his creation by the deity, his maturation among the hosts of Heaven, the wars in heaven, the fall of Lucifer, and the Adamic dispensation. Along the way such issues as why did so many supposedly superior beings betray God and follow Lucifer? If God is all knowing, how could he let such a development come to pass -- and why? Although a skillfully articulated work of speculative fiction, "Journal Of The Angelic" is as thoughtful and thought-provoking, as it is informatively challenging and occasionally iconoclastic as it provides the reader with a scripturally based glimpse into the heavenly realms of the past and the present. "Journal Of The Angelic" is especially recommended and rewarding reading for anyone who has ever speculated on the role and purpose of angelic beings with respect to our lives and the history of the human race.


Not just for the religious, April 2, 2008
By Editor of frontstreetreviews.com "Barb" - See all my reviews

For starters, I am not a huge fan of religion. So when I received this book to review I thought I had made a mistake in accepting it, but grudgingly decided to give it a shot. I must say, that I am very glad I gave it that shot. Mark A. Raborn did an excellent job at writing this. He writes from a viewpoint of an angel, Karamus. His book outlines the events that took place among the angelic before humans came to be.

Mark A. Raborn takes his readers on a journey through the heavens and introduces us to his interpretation of god and his billions of angels. He tells the story of how Lucifer betrayed the Holy Father, Jahveh, by taking over the kingdom of heaven and deceiving billions of angels into worshipping him.

What made me turn the pages in interest was not the actual story itself, but the way it was written. The language flowed beautifully and the level of description was amazing. One of the things that I really appreciated in this story was the constant reminder that when the angels spoke, or more importantly, when God spoke, the author reminds you that their words are spoken in a "language for which no humanistic interpretation exists, for it was communication of a higher knowing than that of mortal creatures (Raborn, p. 117)." I believe that this was done to constantly remind you that as you are imagining this story unfolding, the reader should be imagining a power greater than themselves, one so great and holy that we could never begin to decipher what they are saying.

As someone who is not familiar with the Bible or any of the stories in it, I found that reading this for the first time perked my interest greatly; causing me to wonder what else was in the Bible. When Jahveh allowed his son to sacrifice himself to save the angels, I really enjoyed the story of how earth was created and what was put on the earth, and how Adam and Eve came to be. I felt bad for the angels that were condemned to earth and turned into humans; not the ones who worshipped Lucifer, but the ones who were undecided who they wanted to worship as their god. I did not think that Jahveh should have been so tough on them.

I would highly recommend this book to anyone looking for a truly great read. I would even recommend this to someone like me, who does not follow this faith. If you stop thinking as this book as a religious book, and just enjoy it for what it is, then this is a really great read!



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