IMAGINATION'S PLACE
FICTION

THE RETURN
By Speaker Gerald Polley

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    God The Father waited by what was now called the arrival area but used to be called The Gates Of Heaven.  There was some talk of restoring The Gates, but He wasn't quite sure it was necessary.  The old system had served its purpose.  But this was a new age and He liked the simplicity and the beauty of the new arrival area.  A group of soldiers were being greeted by friends and relations.  God The Father simply stood by and let the loved ones have their time.  Finally the leader of the soldiers saw Him, gathered his people, and brought them over.   Light surrounded them as they walked, and they changed from human beings to winged beings that were commonly called Havens.  
    As they gathered before God The Father they knelt to one knee, and their leader cried out, "We pay homage to The Father Of This World who has given us shelter and to whom we are obedient in all things."
    God The Father smiled and bid them rise.  "The devotion," He remarked, "of my foster children fills me with joy.  I wish my own were as faithful and obedient.  I have come to thank you for the sacrifice that you have made.  Before you returned did you send the message?"
     "Yes," their leader answered,  "as The Lord God Of Haven instructed.  We sent a message to the leader of the operation that we were Imperial Havens who could no longer serve the filth that was in The White House.  We did not believe in the repeal of "Don't Ask, Don't Tell."  We would not serve with filth.  We did not believe in the butchery in Libya and could no longer glorify this murderer of children.  So we were returning Home to Heaven.  I think they got the message.  There was a plea that we not betray our rightful leader.  We informed them we had a greater leader, and would obey his commands.  We would not be the instrument of spreading this evil any further.  We asked them to send our regrets that we could not return in our living forms to our families.  They will now be terrified to send anyone on any mission, for fear that they will return Home rather than glorify this thing of filth."
    "Excellent!" God The Father snapped.  "Again my pride in you is great!  At first they were saying you crashed. Now they're saying the enemy shot you down."
    The spokesman smiled.  "That's the only alternative to the truth," he remarked "that they would have.  It's certainly going to make the enemy wonder because they will know full well they made no attempt against us. They may well suspect the truth before anyone else.  However they'll probably claim credit to make themselves look good.  This failure is going to hurt the filth in The White House.  It's going to confirm to him even more the power of The Lord God Of Haven."
    "That it will!" God The Father agreed.  "Because you have done this thing for me I will increase my efforts to have your Lord accept his throne.  Do you truly reject the son he offers in his place?"
    "We do not reject a son of glory," the spokesman answered.  "He will serve his father in another way.  But we want our Lord.  We want him to rule our world.  We have no ill feelings to The Children Of Hades, they are valiant allies.  And we regret our actions against them.  But we want what is ours!  They have more than enough.  We appreciate your stand in this matter in our favor."
    "The service that you have given me," God The Father answered, "permits me to do nothing else.  Now, I keep you from your loved ones.  I keep you from your joy.  Rejoin your celebration."
    The Havens bowed.  They were surrounded by groups of beautiful women, some of them Haven some of them human, and led away.  "Going to be some celebration!" God The Father muttered.
   He returned to His duties thinking "How can I be defeated?  How can we possibly be defeated when I have such as these?   How can my enemies stand against me when their most powerful turn against them and would rather return to Heaven than serve them?  How can I possibly be defeated?  With every passing hour the power of Heaven increases, while the power of Darkness fades.  We will defeat this filth that has taken over America!  My good friend will crush it as he has crushed such filth before!  We will not fail!"

    THE END

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