Chapter twelve - Ivory Mabhongo Joans (copyright 2007 by Hollis Williams)

A rising and overgrow mist glowing in the predawn darkness. The foggy murkiness moved as a snake thru valleys and around the hills of Pine Mountain, Georgia.

The spire of a single church steeple cut deeply into billows of passing fog vapor. This hilltop congregation called the Church of Everyday Living of the Free Will Believers Congregation cast a dynamic and protective glow over the sleepy and quiet town. A heavenly and reflective power surged from the church complex. The townspeople slept in a rich respite. And no one snored nor jizzy witted or kicking nor scratched at incessant itching.

Meteors dropped into the morning skies and painted a silent cacophony of rainbow light streaks, stripes, and striates. The unearthly comets reflected throughout the deep layers and ridges of climbing fog.

As it began peeking over the Eastern horizon, solar light initiated a sunny longing over the landscape. In the far Western skies, the wind carved a fog bow from the rising clouds and mists. The sun dressed it up in a dazzling morning light.

Down at the bottom of the high hill of the Church of Everyday Living of the Free Will Believers Congregation, there sat a house along a quiet tree-shaded street. A house that truly, beautifully and respectable could be called a home.

A big and rambling two story house, built in an Arts and Crafts style, was lovingly restored and improved. Everything in the home was enhanced to achieve and exceed modern housing codes and compliances. This is the mighty domicile of the Joans family. A cozy and comfortable habitation beloved by all who entered.

Ivory Mabhongo Joans, eldest daughter called Ivory, was a leader amongst her friends and fellow townspeople and Jenson Angilalanga Joans, her younger brother, who was just beginning kindergarten were the kids.

Thadatoo Boat Hanger Joans and Linda Umam’ Uyajabula Joans shared the duties, privileges and joys of parenthood. They both worked fine together as a well tuned and lovely unit. As a young man, Thadatoo had hung boats on the Spanish Main and was now a hard-working and prosperous gentleman farmer. He was deeply respected and esteemed as a mover and shaker in the local black community. An inventor, he had many patents on a remarkable array of fantastic and very practical objects. He determined that the seven plated and legged shape of the roly poly bug was best for buses and cabs. It revolutionized the transportation industry. His admirers called him Black Geek unbidden. He was a member of Ancient Bank which was the oldest bank around ever. And he had invented the Re-fleshing towelette that revolutionized first aid on the battle field during the Corn War.

His life mate, companion and wife, Linda provided a loving and supportive family atmosphere and reached out to everyone in need in the region. The whole family was extraordinary, even to a high level of award receipt both individually and as a family group.

Within the safe walls of this devoted household, Ivory Joans slept. She floating in a restful place in her dreamscapes. She prayed for deep sub micro cleansing of her body, mind and spirit.

Ivory asked that anything within her of unrighteousness be taken away and destroyed forever.

The day before had been overflowing with exhausting activities. All the sweaty satiate on her schedule would have squeezed out a lesser human.

Her school had sponsored a sports festival. She was in charge of planning, organizing and fostering the quite successful fund raising event.

Ivory had sung in a church choir concert that evening and in between times she had baked several batches of cookies with her mother and aunts for seven local nursing homes.

She contacted rape victims from Africa who she was sponsoring to live just down the street in a great old house originally built to house motherless children.

And to top it off, she and her father, Thadatoo Joans had played a hot game of horseshoes out by the greenhouse.

Then, the two of them tried to juggle some empty water barrels. The sight made for hilarious successes. Then they filled the containers up and flipped the weights around like jugglers.

At bedtime, her head gently fell onto her soft feather pillow. She plummeted into a bottomless sleep at the speed of darkness falling. Ivory rested and regained vital energies for the next day. She absorbed deep cleansing and invigorating energies into her spirit, mind and body from her willing cooperation with the spiritual forces allied with and loyal to The Universal Father, The Eternal Son and The Infinite Spirit, not to mention the Creator Mother, Everlasting Daughter and the Great It. She rejected sin in all forms, shapes and sizes. She turned her back on all manner of evil. She refused the siren harpy call of iniquity. She asked Heavenly forgiveness and received a tornadic shower of it around and about her. She roamed and romped in the Fields of The Lord, with The Lord. She lifted up to greater and more prodigious heights. Ivory could always reach a vivid and yet relaxed stillness. She breathed slow and steady. Her every fiber was aligned to and tuned in with the restorative powers of the universe. Within two hours of falling asleep, Ivory was fully reborn for a new day’s work and achievement. Sometimes even her cuts and bruises from a hard farm and social life would be completely healed after a night or two of deep rest. Cleansing pulses of blessed energy stroked through her body on the level of the micro and made Ivory immaculate and virtuous throughout. Her contact with this spiritual dynamism inoculated her and made her immune to disappointment and discouragement on the imperfect earthly plane. Challenges and decision making just gave her more energy. She could take on most any task and flourish in the challenge of seeing it through to a satisfactory conclusion. She reveled in solving and overcoming. Ivory snapped her fingers, got to work and difficulties melted away from her.

Her sleep and dream life, in many ways, was just as vigorous as her waking life. Once Ivory had regained and become restored, she went to work on some dream time projects. She was enrolled in advanced placement classes offered by the First Heaven staff. About three hours of her sleep time was taken up with these lessons, mostly universe language basics, Pre-A.D. world history and a Garden of First Heaven horticultural lab. In addition, Ivory was partnering with a coalition of Life Carriers. That group worked on a DNA project to eradicate destructive demoniglobulin strains unleashed, in ancient times by renegade Dark Margin geneticists.

When she finished her so called "homework", Ivory slipped into a pre waking space, where she made intercessory prayer requests for her family and friends. She always remembered to ask blessings on people she had read about in the news who were in need of angelic assistance. An army of angels awaited, on call for her prayer entreatments. And they were very active. They stayed busy and covered the globe with blessings asked by her.

Her Guardian Angel, named Kovaksi Ilma Kohosi (With a Mighty Rush of Air) hovered close by, but well outside Ivory’s personal space. Kovaksi counseled and inspired her deep spiritual mind. Ivory and Kovaksi were the best and closest of friends and allies. Angel and human in perfect harmony of Heavenly managed and supported purpose.

Their relationship was unique in the world, for few humans could directly contact, much less work closely with their largely invisible and relatively silent Guardian Angels. They had both initiated and developed a cooperative contact that had brought many fruits of blessing in their chosen outreach ministries. Ivory and Kovaksi loved to shower unsuspecting people with heavenly blessing and hallowing.

Sometimes, they even went up to Atlanta to patrol and search for the victims of drive-by detriments. This foul pranking was practiced by wayward and loathsome stygians and dark margin felons. This horrid mob was bent and twisted upon unmindful mischief. Ivory and Kovaksi’s teaming and cooperation brought about drive-by blessings to counteract the evil Stygians. Their ideas spread quickly through the Christian underground and even into the receptive notice of other religionists. Their procedures took root in helper groups of all faiths. Soon, all across the planet under the cover of darkness and even during the day, drive-by blessings transformed broken lives and mended long held hurts. Each drive-by blessings group, no matter which faith they professed, was followed by a battalion of Blessing and Bestowing Angels. They loved to dance while they traveled through space and time and Eternity. These unique angels took the prayer requests of the Blessers and with approval from on High, focused mighty Heavenly favor, fortune, invite or challenge on the recipient. The numbers of Blessed recipients soon swelled to form near countless numbers of drive-by blessing groups. Exponential growth had many groups tripping over each other until the group territory spacing could be worked out. Mighty miracles were worked every day in this manner, all across the planetary face. The mainstream global press was totally oblivious to and silent about these wonderful and helpful activities. Governments were no better.

Ivory dreamt herself wearing her guardian angel as a coat or cloak mantle. "I can’t imagine this stuff..."

They talked about the insistencies of Tuscany sunsets and whether a Camsna Keshank can truly thrive in a culture of futures trading, brokers and financial hangers on. Kovaksi came off from around her neck in an opening spiral that ended in a playful pinch to Ivory’s jawbone. "Ivory, you look like every black girl ever lived. Can you feel the constant changing in your face?" They played a fast game of Hovering Tiddlywinks that numbered into the thousands of colors floating around them.

Then Ivory rested again in her levitated and floating sleep. Her conscious physical mind took over from her super conscious spiritual mind. She drew herself awake out of her coma-like intermission and into a state of restful alert. She stretched her arms out long and popped her joints down to the molecules. Her muscles hummed and bones seethed with youthful energy.

"Don’t forget that song..." Kovaksi gently reminded her of the song she would be singing today with the choir. A rustle of song sheets flew out of the leather mouth of her briefcase. The papers floated above a choir podium set up in the middle of the room. A celestial music stand appeared from the snaps of Kovaksi’s fingers. The sheet music landed right on top turned to the very song mentioned.

"Let’s go over that song right now. All right?"

"On the count of three." Kovaksi began to count out with the tap of a conductor’s baton against the metal of the music stand. "Ah one, ah two and ah three."

Kovaksi pointed to Ivory as she popped up and out from the bed. Ivory leaped off the bed with arms outstretched. She cocked her head to one side and then the other. Her knees bent just right. She went down and into a slide out onto the floor. Ivory glided several feet into the middle of the room. She spiraled upright with arms wiggling in front of and behind her. Her toes, feet and legs did a great work and brought her into a standing position.

"I have decided..." she sang out strong in a great and gutsy Big Mama Thornton voice, "...to live and be just like Jesus. I’m gonna turn my body, mind, soul and spirit over to God to do the bidding of my Lord." She twirled, pirouetted and danced around the room, shouting and carrying on. Her arms swung low and reached high. With anna fractious and akimbo, Ivory made big circles and mini eternity symbols looped through the air. They burned with a heat that did not consume and were filled with good love of all fashion and variety.

Kovaksi tapped faster. Ivory hit higher speed and went turbo dance and song.

From the hall, three voices called out in unison, "Go, Ivory go. Sing it big."

The door opened agape. Thadatoo, Linda and Jenson pranced and paraded right into the room. They lifted and bowed swinging arms and legs. They shook their torsos and wiggled their hips to a cosmic percussion.

"We got some glorious squirming going on in here. Praise the Rhythm of the Creator and the creation within the Cosmic Rhythm. Yea how. Yea how now. Yea how now brown cows. Thank you Creator Father, Mother and It. And Creator Son and Holy Spirit." Thadatoo said. "The deepest, widest, longest, roundest, thickest, highest and most countless thanks to You of our divine destiny and future."

Every human one formed into a circle to dance and sing. They hugged and spun. Made agape on each another. They went around and about celebrating all the way.

At the rousing end of the song, they all collapse in an exhausted heap on the Ivory’s woolen rug. The family rolled on the floor in spasms of laughter and hilarity. All locked arms and legs. They went upright and walked around the floor like a laughing crystal spider. The four barked and growled like weasels. Laughter came from their very bones and innards.

Hovered above the humans, the angel Kovaksi shook with spiritually bold laughter. Yakking it up as totally and completely as any angel meriting their salt could possibly or ever do. The strong and angelic frame shook in frantic reaction to the human eruptions of jocularity and jest in the room. Massive hands of angelic purity and strength covered a beet red celestial face.

A light as strong as the rising sun filled the room. The brightness was gentle on the eyes as well as the mind and especially the soul. It was accompanied by a mirthful hum, which sang through the air. A brilliant luminosity shone down from Heaven itself, as an acknowledgment of total worship effusion, completion and fulfillment. Heavenly confirmation washed over each person and the angel in the room. The most beautiful intertwining wheels and rings crisscross with overlaps and entwining loops and eyes. And they, as they lived and breathed, were made from the finest spiritual stuff.

"The Godhead have achieved worship satisfaction." a three-way voice announced from the heavens above them. "We see the same in you, created ones. Everything is observed to be all right. Amen and amen again. And amens to infinity throughout eternity. The great Ah Am, as there are never enough words in any language, anywhere to properly describe our great and wonderful Creator."

From The Universal Father, The Eternal Son and The Infinite Spirit flowed a full spiritual Creator satisfaction. It came down in response to this up flow of worship from the Joans family and their angelic friend. The worshipers were happy and content. The group smiling and hugging, as tight as ticks and laughing to defeat any real bad. Evil had never set foot here and never would. An enclave against iniquity formed ages ago by perceptive natives.

"Thank you, Holy Trinity! Father, Son and Spirit. Creator. Upholder. Adjuster. Abba Supreme. Great Ah Am. The Original O of Forever and a day. Be with us throughout the coming day. Lead us to be blessings to everyone we meet. For we never know when we may entertain angels or our very Heavenly Parent come down in human guise.

Thank you so very much for your blessings laid down on us. And please expand our capacity to see and call down more effective sanctification for those that need and want such Heavenly blessings. In our Lord, Jesus Christ’s holy and wondrous name we ask...." Thadatoo thundered and twisted just as a un-writhing knot.

Everyone hugged and shouted out, "Amen. And Amen. And Amen to infinity and beyond..."

A Mighty Voice of Authority filled the room. "Be aware today, each of you, my faithful servants and children. Colossal and tremendous events are set into motion. I need your free wills aligned with Mine. Situations will unfold before you. Your role in these events will be very evident. I have ready your necessary words and courage, if you should require and need. Fear not at the turning of any event. I have increased, sevenfold seventy-seven, the holdings in each of your Heavenly "bank accounts". Pin number and action codes downloaded into the Heavenly Automatic Temerarious Machines, so to speak. Machines but not really machines, machines of the spiritual and not the physical, tho they do have a spiritual physicality.

You may draw from it any energies and power that will sustain you through the Upcoming. You need not tire nor faint, you will be able to sleep while awake and be awake in sleep, if you bid. If the wholeness of this world should crumble into a fine powder and stony dust blown by a carrion wind. I am with each of you always, even until the end of an age and beyond. Till the last age. Even to the end of time. And space. To Infinity and beyond Eternity. I love each of you with an eternal affection and concern. Bless and bless you again...! I’ll be back."

Each person shouted out, "Thank you, Universal Parent! Father, Mother and Child of the Universe. First Source and Unceasing Center. Expecter of all to heed the call."

And then they were all bowed in deep silent, left to their own thoughts of worship and thankfulness. It was so worshiping quiet that you could hear cats purring. Everyone said, "Yes...Dear God of our fathers, mothers and children."

Jenson’s stomach growled loud and long. "I’m hungry, Mama." He rubbed his eyes.

Linda patted her hand gently on his tummy, "Breakfast is almost ready. Let’s get downstairs to bowls and basins of grits, garlic, cheese, eggs, bacon bits and sausage atoms. Toast on the side with toppling of jellies, flavored gelatins and delicious jams."

"Let’s eat some luscious yummy, shall we?" Thadatoo said. His stomach growled. "That was deep and mighty hungry, too.

Everyone, but Ivory and Kovaksi headed out the bedroom door. Some went right. Others went left.

Ivory turned to her mirror and set to work getting ready for the day.

Kovaksi went to Ivory, "This morning, I am called away for an angelic ccccon...confabulation. Confabulation. I never could say that word. Well...anyway, I will return in the late evening. I have to go off planet."

Kovaksi’s eyes roamed the room in nervousness. Even an angelic could get emotional over a short time farewell. They were the closest of friends.

Kovaksi spotted an old pin on Ivory’s dresser. It was the one Abba Pappy, Grandpa H. V. J. Jones had given to Ivory way back before he died and traveled off world to First Heaven.

An odd pin to give to a girl. A miniature boxing glove about an inch long which appeared to be grow off a stem of smoothest shape dogwood. The glove was firm all around and puffed up as if it held the strongest fist in the world, but really small. The outside surface was the finest Corinthian leather, loving cut, shaped and sewn into a infant version of a real boxing glove. On the fist of the glove between middle fingers, a solid gold diamond cross of exquisite and small sharpness had been sewn and stitched firmly into the leather. The intersect of gold and diamond was a perfect combination of the properties of both with startling clarity.

Grandpa had gone off to Cuba in his early days. He met up with a group of Christian boxers on the tropical island. They took to his moves and upper body strength. Everyone liked grandpa before he became a geezer. He was such a original natural. Quick and light on his feet with a punch that hammered hard. He almost always had his arms up in practice swings. Repeatedly and with great economy. The coach invited him to join the team. They all shouted, "Join us now, please." He relented and joined right at the next moment. His life and future were saved in the moment after.

One of the team sponsors gave him this little glove as a symbol of their unity in Christ. Every boxer on the team had one. Their team had never lost a bout when each member wore the pin attached to his shoes. Now it was Ivory’s, but she rarely wore it. Kovaksi picked it up from the dresser and turned to Ivory.

"I will see you again very soon. Please. Till I return wear this pin throughout day and beyond night. Constantly and pray without ceasing. I believe this might be of great and wondrous watch care over you. It proved of great value to your Grandpa in his fight career. It could be of help in the forthcoming outworking and unfold-arama."

They both laughed and Kovaksi snorted angelically. They looked at each other and broke up again. They put their index fingers over the other’s mouth and shook from their laughter.

Ivory took the boxing glove. She turned to the closet hangers and pinned it on the outfit she would wear today. The rainbow colored gems danced in the morning light.

Kovaksi floated amidst Angelic robes and cloak shuffling in the nervous.

"See ya later, alligator. Angel in the morning people person..." she sang out to Kovaksi, "You know I’ll feel the lack of my excellent angel friend. Now git right outta here now..."

she swatted at the angel with a rolled up sheet music. "Go angel...I gotta dress. Prepare and organize myself dressing. Mastermind my look for today. Can’t run in nun’s habit. Klingon’s outfits out. Can’t dress from Gone with the Wind, too much textile."

"Bye, ya ’ll."

Kovaksi raised a hand in farewell and faded diagonally into a rush of air out the window. The curtains framing Ivory’s bedroom windows floated in a soothing quick motion. The fabrics swirled in the breezes kicked up by Kovaksi. Zephyrs lilted off the departing angel.

A cat in deep sleep curled along the window sill. Its fur was blown through by the angel’s breezes. The feline broadcasted purring sounds which resonated into the structure of the house. These emanations sought out and matched up with the other cats sleeping and purring happily throughout the rest of the house. A web of cat purring surrounded and protected the house from any intrusions. Long ago, the builders of this house had prayed over every brick and every piece of wood, infusing the whole of the dwelling with a mighty and heavenly power. While the cats slept they routed the spiritual strength of the house, until they awoke in a hungry need. "The cats must be feed"...they would "meow" as they marched through the house. Until someone consented to get them their required substance of seafood, fine meats and yummy treats. The cats ate till they were fully satisfied. Then they returned to their sleep and energy routing work, purring all the way. Kitty faces forever painted in smile.

On the other hand, the three small dogs in the house tapped into the house power. The pups transformed and beamed house power into an infectious glee and enthusiasm. The canines would run about in the house, making everyone chuckle, laugh and chortle with jocular exhilaration. Ivory petted the nearest dog behind the ears.

She turned toward her empty mirror to brush her Afro shock of ivory white hair. It had turned that color when she saw her first scary movie. The light from the rising sun caught the strands in a yellow light. She made a face at her reflection and it laughed back at her. Her skin of the blackest ebony distended with ease across her high noble cheekbones and forehead. The mein of her basic skin color had a light blue cast, which always surprised people when they first met Ivory. Scattered across her cheeks and nose in an unusually ordered pattern were bright ivory freckles. Twenty one on her left cheek and twenty one across her right cheek with twenty one on her nose proper. She displayed a noble manner and bearing. Ivory’s royal African ancestry coursed and stirred through her bloodstream to branch out into her whole life and achievements.

Finely trimmed paper in hundreds of figures of flowers, bushes and trees peeled themselves off her body. The lifting off of the patterns made it look like her skin was coming off at first. It was just the paper lifting off the coating of her body and not the actual living surface. That creative surface was making the paper designs from her mental command at a thousand shapes per second. They drew from a source of wood pulp that constantly came up from out of her sub-microscopic bone system. She was inter-dimensionally attached through her skeleton to a vast forest of cedar on a mobius planet called Cedars of Lebanon that was larger that most of the biggest suns. This place where every cedar tree in the Universe had its embryonic start. The visitors center and expansive tours was judged outstanding in all the guide books.

She had special veins and vessels that moved the material to rise to the surface. Part of her mind was sending out the patterns to be shape cut and sent off into the air. Sometimes, she would make the cedar paper to assemble themselves into shapes that could stand and walk.

On some occasions, she created gold and steel from out of her skin. Ivory had inter-dimensional connection to every embryonic source of the major and minor elements. Building materials could be shaped into just about any construction after coming out of her skin. And she always carried a pocket welder of a million Brits.

The other part of her mind was communicating on celestial levels with personalities of extremely high Heavenly perfection and governance. Administrators who contained near infinite nuisance. And they directed savory effectiveness on more and more of the ethereal and ambrosian planes. They were far removed from the levels and sections of the Universe that contained evil, sin and iniquity. They had only to watch documentaries about the past turmoil of the lesser systems. But, they knew and they knew well the effects those terrible philosophies wrought on the physical worlds of time and space. Large sections of substantial natures came back into the fold and under the rule of the Most High and they flourished as never before. Now the governators were dealing indirectly with the last and most disordered planet.