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Messenger of God
Thousands of years had passed to the days of Ancient Africa, starting around 1000 A.D. with the rule of Mansa Musa of Timbuktu. There were myths about a scroll made of golden fabric and within it was written in detail in I,AM's blood, the story of the battle between God and the being I,AM-the Armageddon. There was also a map that showed where the three pieces of I,AM, as well as the Lance of Transgression, could be found.
Legends told of the markings of the fallen Angels of the battle in Zion being located in the deepest cave in the vast mountains of Egypt, written in hieroglyphics at the lair's entrance to the cave. At the end of the Angel's Mural of Honor, were three steps leading down to a scroll and the Lance of Transgression, which sat on a small pillar of a cloudy, grayish mist. Surrounding these objects was a circular moat filled with untouchable water. To cross the moat, one had to walk across the untouchable water with a pure heart and the spirit of God. This untouchable water showed no reflection, was neither cold nor hot, and had a metallic mercury feel and luster that would cling to the skin like a flesheating virus. This water would evaporate the body, leaving nothing but the soul to rest in the dust from which we all come.
As years passed and decades ran into centuries, the myth of the Golden scroll faded and was soon forgotten. However, around about the nineteen hundreds in Egypt, the myth of the Golden Scroll began to resurface again. Due to the widespread numbers of unholy men and women throughout the motherlands, Ghana, Mali, and Niger rulers met and decided to begin a quest for the Golden Scroll.Islamic beliefs in one God were shared by these nations. They also believed one of them could actually find the lost scroll and bring back peace and holiness to the unholy motherland. Soldiers were picked from each city for this quest and were called the Messengers of God.
There were thirty attempts for the Golden Scroll between Ghana, Mali, and Niger and not one single Messenger of God ever returned. Disappointed by the unsuccessful search, the three rulers decided to put a halt to the quests. However, they all found a way to honor the messengers by having a festival in their cities, to let all the people know about the ultimate sacrifice the Messengers of God had made. It is said that the three festivals were on the same day and the entire city was invited. Even the prisoners, the slaves, and the workers were allowed to attend, which meant no one worked on that day but those in the king's castle. These city festivals were the last thrown to honor anyone-man, woman, or child-even future kings would not have a festival of this magnitude to honor them. The location of these three festivals in these three cities has never been confirmed and probably never will be.
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It was twenty years since the last Messenger of God was sent by Ghana to find the Golden Scroll. In 1955, a twenty-one year old dark-skinned male monk of African descent from India named Kumhuma embarked on the last stage of faith at his monastery. Kumhuma began his pilgrimage of faith with no destination in mind, only with the purpose of finding his own inner existence through his journey, returning as the ultimate spiritual being touched by God. With only his Bible, Kumhuma left the monastery at midday. Not allowed to bring rations of water or food, he wore no sandals, and his robe was made from burlap. A section of rope from a well bucket in the monastery kept his robe closed. There was silence as he walked the long path through the courtyard. It was as if he were walking with Moses through the Red Sea. The chief monks stood in line on both sides of him. As he reached the last two monks, he stopped and turned to the eldest monk and bowed. Kumhuma pulled the hood over his head and walked out the front gate. Kumhuma paused for a moment as the wooden gate closed behind him, he was leaving the world he knew within those walls, marching into something new that would test his faith.
Kumhuma's journeys led him through India and into Calcutta. At night, he took refuge under trees or behind tents, hoping to be heated by their fires. In about thirty days, he reached Calcutta. During his travels through Calcutta, he was shunned in the streets by people who had no spirituality. Kumhuma continued his journey on to Pakistan, which took him an additional ninety days. His travels did not end with Pakistan. He made it into Iran and continued on through to Saudi Arabia, where he faced obstacles such as mesas and desert heat. Since the desert heat could limit mobility, he slept during the day and traveled at night. As Kumhuma reached Egypt, he looked upon it with splendor. Feeling the heat from the morning sky upon his face, Kumhuma fell to his knees and thanked God for protecting him on his journey.
"Egypt, oh Egypt where Moses led his people out of bondage," Kumhuma spoke in a faint voice. His pilgrimage was finally over. But before he could return home, he had to pray until the moon changed places with the sun. Kumhuma rose and continued his walk, trying to find a tranquil place for prayer.
In the distance, Kumhuma saw a cave he could use for shelter because he could smell rain in the midday air. This cave did not look like any other. It looked large from a distance, but as he got closer, it seemed to get smaller. As Kumhuma walked toward the cave, one side of the path was freezing cold, the other was lava hot, and the air in the middle was difficult to breathe.
Once he finally reached the cave, he saw that embedded over its entrance were words one would see on the headstone of a departed loved one. Kumhuma tried to wipe away the dirt and sand covering the words to read them. Mysteriously, his hands went straight through the wall of rock. At that moment, the cave's entrance was large enough for him to fit through. However, when Kumhuma touched the words a second time, the hole became just large enough for only a lizard to enter. He did not understand what was happening, but his faith was infinite.
The words etched above the cave entrance were in ancient Hebrew and read: "Art thou an Angel, enter; if not, breaching this portal constitutes death."
Kumhuma thought about it for a minute, coming to the conclusion that God was with him and his hand had already went through the opening once and nothing happened. So Kumhuma mustered his faith, took a deep breath and walked right through the stone wall into the resting place of the Golden Scroll. However, Kumhuma was unaware of the significance of the cave at that time. Kumhuma entered the dark cavern with only a shadow of blue light emanating from the untouchable water to guide him through. Marveling at the walls inscribed with the names of the fallen Angels, he slowly proceeded toward the scroll, deciphering the hieroglyphics and mumbling as he touched each one. Michael, Paul, Simon, and so on until he reached the edge of the steps leading down to the scroll.
In amazement, he saw in front of him the Golden Scroll with the Lance of Transgression on top of it. His body became paralyzed in place, his eyes grew larger, and then smaller, trying to focus on something never before encountered by humankind. Proceeding down the steps to the untouchable water, his heart began beating out of control, and perspiration began to drip profusely from his brow. Reaching the circular moat, he paused and looked around in a three hundred and sixty degree angle, which revealed nothing but darkness along the walls and ground, with the exception of the light from the water. The radiance from the Lance of Transgression and the Golden Scroll reflecting off the water briefly blinded him, but he was able to refocus after a minute or two. Kumhuma brought his hands together with fingers extended as if he were about to pray, looked down at the moat and then back up at the scroll and the Lance of Transgression. It was time for Kumhuma to actually be judged on his own faith. As he extended his leg, not looking down, he placed his foot on top of the untouchable water. When his foot was not consumed, he raised his other leg and proceeded to walk across the moat with a pure heart and the spirit of God within him.
Suddenly, the mist, the scroll and amulet settled on what became a stone pillar as he reached the island surrounded by untouchable water. Reaching out, Kumhuma seized the scroll and amulet in one maneuver. As he stood there on the shore, he opened the scroll and found it blank.
All of a sudden, illustrations and text began to appear of the battle in Heaven, realistic in nature. Kumhuma could actually feel and visualize all that had transpired during the battle. Feeling all the pain the Angels went through, Kumhuma quickly closed the scroll and placed the Lance of Transgression around his neck for safekeeping. When he turned to walk back over the moat, a loud voice called out to him by name. "Kumhuma, you are of great faith and from this day forward, you will be called the Golden Messenger of God," God said.
"But what must I do now, Father?" Kumhuma asked, in a faint voice.
God said, "You shall take the scroll back to the monastery to be placed in a hidden chamber to rest there forever."
Copyright © 2006 Deon C. Sanders