The Autobiography of an ExtraTerrestrial Saga: I AM Thyron

Adobe Shack. Prison Planet 6. The Ghost Galaxy. Nebadon Universe The Huroid spoke to the fallen Archangel Lucifer shadowed in the corner. “I have just been informed that I am being reassigned elsewhere within the Galacterian Alignment.” There was a silence, then a reply, “Thou hath served me well, Djwalquoid.” Salvington Planet: Sovereign Michael’s Home World Archangel Gabriel and Father Melchizedek stepped from TelePortalOrbs and joined Michael in His receiving room. Michael radiated in His cobalt-blue robe, the habiliment of Living Light. “My Chief Executive and his Executive Assistant at the same time. You must have news.” Gabriel replied, “We have just returned from Uversa Planet. The Ancient of Days have heard my final petition. They agree Lucifer’s incarceration for over 200,000 years has been long enough for him to contemplate his actions against you and the people of the universe.” “What is their course of action?” The brows over Father Melchizedek’s steel-gray eyes creased. “That this will be Lucifer’s last chance for redemption.” Gabriel’s golden eyes shined with victory. “They want a statement from Lucifer before his Tribunal.” Michael reminded, “Lucifer has refused everyone in the past. Can either of you suggest a candidate?” The only answer given was Gabriel’s. “No one is willing to minister to that monster.” University Planet 22. Isle of Melchizedek. Mira System Thyron, the instructor, gazed out at the thousands of faces looking back at him. A respected Solar Sub-Commander of the 1st rank within The Galacterian Alignment of Space Peoples and Planets, his tenure at the University of Melchizedek was in direct correlation to its subdivision: The Star Seed Alignment, in charge of raising younger worlds. Thyron walked the circular stage speaking into a floating StarModule, which distributed the sound of his voice evenly to all sections in the sloped auditorium. In mid sentence he paused as the strange sensation of déjà vu washed over him. He had given this speech to countless graduating classes in the past. But this time it felt different. After a pause, he skipped to the central part of the speech: “You are here by the appointment of Sovereign Michael to whom we are all dedicated emissaries. All of you have graduated to this final stage now holding the title of Mighty Messenger. You have lived short lifetimes on Earth Planet, as all races, so that in this next phase of your missions you will be understanding of all beliefs: for you have walked in every shoe. I will continue to instruct you when we make the move to University Planet 23, Michael’s Mighty Messenger Sphere, to prepare you for the next phase.” Thyron walked front and center. “I would like to share with you a personal story. As you know I have a famous father. He is a Creator God. There was a time when we did not see eye to eye.” His lips curled upward. “That’s somewhat true today.” The class chuckled. The strength in his voice intensified, projecting out from his Titan frame. “I was born with a duality disorder. Statistics show that I was one in two hundred thousand afflicted. As a young man I was sent to a boarding school for my disorder. I spent my adolescent years in that place, loathing almost every minute of it. It took me quite some time to embark on the path to universal harmonics.” He joked, “Well, I’m somewhat harmonious. We must keep life a bit interesting.” He stepped forward. “Unlike all of you who are of Christ Consciousness, I am in the final tier of achieving it.” His smile widened. “And you wonder how I got this job?” Another class chuckle. “I wonder myself why Father Melchizedek chose me? Someday I hope to learn the answer.” A woman quietly entered the classroom and stood off to the side. Her violet uniform matched Thyron’s, accessorized with an Alignment standard-issue Rainbow Communicator and Belt Band. Her hair was long and straight, parted to the left, and it shone with an unreal burnished copper color. Thyron smiled at her, then put his gaze back on his students to finish his story about boarding school. “After two years of my stubbornness to not learn a thing, a girl was admitted. I liked her immediately. She softened my rough edge. I would like to introduce that woman to all of you. Messengers of the I AM, meet Solar Sub-Commander of the 1st rank, Pandasala. The woman who helped me become the man I am today. And my personal sweetheart.” Pandasala joined Thyron’s extended arms. She smiled brightly and said, “I bet you are all wondering why your instructor has long hair.” She watched the nodding heads waiting for an answer, then glanced his blond locks that reached far below his knees. “When I first met Thyron his hair was short. I told him I liked long hair on men.” Thyron grinned. “I have only trimmed the edges since.”