T.O.N.E.

The Watcher was wound as tight as a seventy to eighty year clock. It was surprising how jittery that he was,….as if he never did this before. The starting time…the beginning, it always got to him no matter how often that he had done it. How crucial this was. He circled anxiously.

Below him the Earth was as gorgeous as always. The Watcher’s view had almost the entire continent of North America beneath him, rounded on the edges where the planet ball curved. Nightfall was coming to the Atlantic Ocean coastline below. As the darkness of the new night began its’ westward march, cities and towns clicked their lights on and became another star in a growing landed constellation. Here and there a cloud front concealed a city but this only added to the panoramic beauty. In only what seemed a few minutes, there was a constellation of stars becoming observable above him with another constellation occurring below him on the planet surface as well, made up of the lights of cities and towns. To the uninitiated, this was otherworldly gorgeous. It was all in a day’s work for him though. He had seen it so often. Sometimes he remembered his surroundings in spite of his important task. Then the watcher took the time to stare, amazed. He circled again, watching the planet below him, intently.

It wasn’t that he didn’t appreciate the exquisite creation around him because if anyone could understand it all, it would be him.……then he heard it! It was almost indiscernible BUT HE HEARD IT. The miniscule sound, (a butterfly whisper really), but it always entangled his entire being with energy! Over the centuries, each time that he heard the sound, it was completely different. Even after thousands of years and millions of tones, each one was unique, a tiny, precious, gem of inestimable beauty and value. Tonight he was stunned for only a nanosecond. This was such an exhaustingly precise, damningly crucial event that he knew of few more important tasks. He curled his massive wings around his muscular body and plummeted towards Earth. He was going to make this T.O.N.E. successful or be destroyed in the process!

Sometimes the watcher faced no opposition but unfortunately, that wasn’t the case today. He slammed into a big one, at least twice his size, right above the city where his destination target lived. The opponent was big enough to completely absorb his dive inertia and hardly recoil in response. As the watcher ripped himself from his opponent’s powerful grip, he knew that he was in trouble. The big opponent hit him with a fist as large as the watcher’s whole torso sending him tumbling through the air like a helpless little bird or something. The watcher recovered quickly though. Determined, he pulled out his sword. “You big ball of lard, I am going to cut you to ribbons. You will not stand between me and my T.O.N.E.” He dived right back in.

Their swords met in midair with a clash. This type of fight has been going on for almost as long as mankind existed. It was essential to both fighters to effect this T.O.N.E. because only humans moved between “God Time” and sequential, material time. Everything else in creation other than humans existed primarily in either one or the other. The importance of switching between paradigms is inestimable.

God, the creator also created all time of course. God is…yesterday, today and tomorrow. God and God Time transcends the sequential time that humanity is familiar with. God wasn’t yesterday, he is. He will not be tomorrow, he already is. Traveling between God Time is why the T.O.N.E. is so damningly important and why the opposition sought to destroy it. At the point of T.O.N.E./ Time Of New Existence, an eternal new entity birthed into sequential time. All humanity has a beginning so it starts in sequential time for a short, usually seventy to eighty year period before slipping back into God Time. It is the opposition’s intent that humanity never have the starting material experience. Our watcher’s duty was to guard the precious gem so it could move into sequential life. Tonight the watcher had gotten this beautiful new T.O.N.E./Time Of New Entity but so did the opposition. They slammed into each other as if this was the most crucial battle ever because it was.

The opposition has always been a destroyer from the beginning, with death and destruction his only tool. “Oh God help,” the watcher pleaded. “Help me shepherd this T.O.N.E. into human form. Help that the destroyer does not crush this little human. Please help!”

John 8:44 New International Version (NIV)

44 You belong to your father, the devil, and you want to carry out your father’s desires. He was a murderer from the beginning, not holding to the truth, for there is no truth in him. When he lies, he speaks his native language, for he is a liar and the father of lies.

Music: Let Me Live - Pat Boone