‘The Book of Notes.’
The young woman beheld her form, her visage, her attire, in this tall hallway mirror, and she did
muse in evaluation. Was she a pretty woman? Could she become beautiful? Was there ever going to be a man for her? Was there a cute guy out there who wanted to say to her, “You are a classy snazzy girl!” Her name was Dionysius. She was fairly tall for a woman, herself standing five feet eight inches of height. And she was a girl slender of frame and limb. And her hair was brown, which was just what she wanted. She ran her fingers down her full abundant bangs. She passed her hand down the side of her head, her fingers feeling the pleasing straightness of her shoulder-length strands. She coyly shook her head of women’s tresses about where she was standing in front of her reflection. And once again she said, “Thank You, Lord, for having made me a brunette.” She critiqued her most vibrant and luminescent eyes. They were dark and black. She put her index finger to the side of her face, and she kind of admired the curve of her cheeks. She extended both of her lips on purpose to cover her teeth to see what she looked like were she a normal woman. She then relaxed her lips, and her teeth became conspicuous again. Dionysius had a most noticeable overbite to her teeth, but this made her the least
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skeptical of her female attraction. She had buck teeth, and she loved it to be that way. The right guy for her had to love her buck teeth as she did. “Yeah, Lord. I think that I am pretty attractive,” she prayed out loud in self-judgment. She then paused to judge her women’s attire, whether all of what she had on today and every day were comely in men’s eyes. Once again Dionysius was dressed in jeans and dress shirt and vest. Her blue jeans had a metal snap and a zipper fly and a watch pocket and two front pockets and two back pockets, and they were of dark blue denim. And her dress shirt was all solid blue with long sleeves and buttons down the front and made of cotton. And her vest was a light-colored leather vest with metal buttons down the front all buttoned up. She also had on women’s burgundy-colored penny loafers with nickels where the pennies go. And she had on no socks in these shoes. In her right hand was a dark blue Jiffy hat. She went ahead and put this on her head, and she said, “There, Lord, now I am complete as a woman.” Then she said, “I will be ready for my date tomorrow, when he sees me just like this as I am now.” Dionysius was going to see a gentleman in her home tomorrow to whom she planned to witness of God and with whom she planned to share the Gospel of salvation. This man whom she had not yet seen, but only knew about by way of letters, was surely the most mysterious blind date that Dionysius had ventured into. His name was Proffery Rule Coins, and he was the best friend to the legendary Flanders Nickels, who had led Dionysius’s very own mother to salvation not too many years ago. Flanders was the famous mortal who had led mighty Gravel the Wizard Lady to Christ. This Gravel the Wizard Lady was Dionysius’s mom back in her mom’s living years. And this Proffery who was coming for a first date with Dionysius was that Flanders’s bosom buddy and confidant and roommate. Great and mighty had Gravel been as a witch here in the east. And great and mighty now was Dionysius as a mortal here in the east. Gravel was the redoubtable Witch of the East back in more mythical days. And Dionysius was the wise and good Queen of the East here in more modern days. And Queen Dionysius was truly a winner of many, many souls for her Christ. Queen Dionysius, herself foremost among women of God, was the most famous
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lady Christian of all the world. Everybody called her “The Messenger From Heaven.” What is a messenger from Heaven? He or she is a born-again believer who tells others about the Saviour of the world in hopes of converting others to a saving knowledge of Christ. He or she is a born-again Christian who spreads the Gospel in order to bear fruit for Christ by winning their souls for God. He or she witnesses to a lost and dying world in order to get them saved from their sins. He or she seeks to steal souls away from Satan to give them to God. He or she seeks to keep people out of Hell. He or she seeks to bring people to Heaven instead in the life to come. Sometimes such are called “witness-warriors.” Sometimes such are called “soul-winners.” Sometimes such are called, “proclaimers of the
Gospel.” Sometimes such are called “testifiers of Jesus.” But, as Queen Dionysius always said, “The purpose of Christians is to make more Christians.” And that could only be done by telling others about the Lord Jesus Christ. And no woman did this better than Dionysius, the Queen of the East. This was the illustrious Messenger From Heaven. And her home was a great and wonderful palace, from where she did rule over the East as its final authority under God. She took one last look at herself in this full mirror with doubts, then said, “He’ll find me beautiful, and I will find him handsome.” She was talking about that mysterious Proffery again. “And, Lord, you’ve just got to save him!” she did pray. Then she left this hallway, and she began to walk through her palace from down here in the basement on her way up to the top floor. Instead of stairways joining one floor to another floor, the messenger from Heaven had steep ramps. And coming up out of the basement she came to the first floor and on into her reigning room. There in the back of this reigning room was her renowned Throne of the East, where she did sit and make judgments and decisions and decrees about all matters that did come to her about the east. This reigning room was abundant with all manner of rare and exotic woods such as ebony and teak and Indian rosewood and Brazilian rosewood and Wenge and Bubinga and Coco-bola and black walnut and zebra wood and Brazilian tulip wood. Approaching her throne, she sat down upon it, and she prayed for the Lord’s wisdom to be given her in her duties as potentate woman tomorrow. And she
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humbly said to Almighty God, “Tomorrow Thy will be done here in this room again as it had been done here in this room today,” Then she got up from this Throne of the East and left this reigning room.
Ascending another ramp up to her second floor, Queen Dionysius came up into her fellowship room.
This was Tetragrammaton Baptist Church, where Pastor Testimony held his church services for the people of the east, including their queen herself. This was a large Baptist church, indeed the biggest Baptist church of all the east; but this was not as big as was her reigning room below. But the Shechinah glory filled this second floor room and made it the only room brighter than the reigning room below of all this palace. Then, leaving her fellowship room, she ascended the ramp that led to her third floor. And she came to her Bible-reading room. Here was a real library all to herself. She studied from her King James Bible here every day for at least an hour, sometimes for almost two hours straight.
Here in this Bible-reading room, in its four corners, were little tables with lamps and pencils and notebooks and chairs and trays of pretzel rods and pretzel sticks and pretzel twists and pitchers of ice water with which to read and study the perfect Word of God. Then she left this room, ascended the next ramp up to the fourth floor, and came in unto her prayer room. In this room were floor lamps and beds and sofas galore upon which a woman could pray to her Heavenly Father in the comfort like unto a bedroom. Mattresses and cushions were a most cozy and comfortable place for Dionysius to speak her thoughts of prayers up to Heaven and to her God. Truly did God’s Holy Spirit fill the queen’s prayer room with peace almost as great at the perfect peace of Heaven Above. Dionysius then left the praying room and ascended the next ramp up to her fifth floor. Here up in the fifth story was Dionysius’s famed witnessing room. This was where the messenger from heaven had led all of those lost souls to Jesus. A thousand people did Dionysius lead to the Lord, and it all happened right here.
And she had won all one thousand of these souls to salvation with the light of the setting sun shining brightly through her three very large open window ways of her western wall. Dusk had never finished in these one thousand conversions before this soul and that soul had professed faith in Christ. And they
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all happened in ones, not in groups. Indeed Dionysius had never led a soul through conversion here in the witnessing room after dark. God had told her to put no lamps in this witnessing room to test her to see if she would obey him. She had to trust him to save those people’s souls before it got dark in here.
And she obeyed God with perfect allegiance. She put no lamps in this room, and every soul that did get saved in here got saved before twilight. And every soul that did most tragically reject the Gospel that she taught him, had made their final decision to utterly deny the Lord Jesus and did leave this witnessing room and did walk out of her palace before twilight. Even the Queen herself had never seen this most famous room of her Palace of the East in the night. God had said to her, “My daughter, do not remain in the witnessing room after twilight.” And she took to heed this commandment of the God of testings most faithfully and fearfully. She often daydreamed in here during the daytime of the day when she would give back to her Jesus in Heaven the soul-winners’ crown, called the “crown of rejoicing.” Then, ascending the ramp to her living quarters way up here on the sixth through tenth floors of her palace, Dionysius the Queen of the East, settled in her home for the rest of the day.
Then, after midnight, Dionysius went to bed for the night in her tenth story of her palace. And she dreamed dreams all night long in her sleep, dreams of the night of actual and real remembrances
from her childhood all about Mom and Dad when they still lived: In one dream she was a tiny little girl who was sitting on Mom’s lap, and Mom was sitting on Dad’s lap. She was looking up at Mom in a little child’s adoration. Mom said to Dad, “Our Progeny, O finest husband.” And Dad said to Mom, “Our Prodigy, O fairest wife.” And Mom and Dad kissed each other again. In another dream, she was a little older, and she was standing before the great temple of the Witch of the East. Here was where Mom ruled. A suppliant of a farmer was bowing down before Mom in worship as she was sitting upon her throne. He said, “O great witch, thou who art Gravel. Have mercy upon me. I have a field of corn. And there has been no rain this past month. I ask thee rain for my crops.” Then Mom stood up before her throne, and she said, “I have heard thee, and I will grant thee that for which thou hast asked.” She
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then raised her sceptre in her right hand, passed it through the air left to right, then right to left. And she said, “Rain now awaits thy field, O good farming man. It shall commence when thou arrivest. Great is the Wizard Lady.” And the farmer said, “I thank thee, O Wizard Lady. I thank thee.” And he was dismissed. And when he got home, the rain was coming down upon his field. In her next dream, Dionysius found herself standing before the Temple of the North. Sitting upon his throne like a god was Dad the Wizard of the North, the most powerful magician that Earth had ever seen or ever would see. A young woman came and knelt before him in obeisance, and she said, “O thou wizard, thou who rulest this North, I beg of thee a child. I have a husband, and we want children, but my womb is barren. Would you put a child in my womb that my husband and I may have a family?” Considering this request, Dad leaned back on his throne of the North, and he began to sing a magic song. He did all of his magic by way of song. Singing was how he did his magician’s miracles. This song he sang was a stirring melody as harmonious as nature itself. Its resonance of words echoed into the farthest corners of this North. And it was like unto an angelic chorus so redoubtable was this Wizard’s magic. Behold, the woman felt something kicking in her womb. And Dad said to her, “Rise, O woman. Behold, thou shalt bear twins into this world. Go home now to thy husband and rejoice with him. Thou art now both wife and mother.” The woman stood back up, and she said, “I thank thee, O great Wizard of wizards. I thank thee so very much. Thou art great.” And he said, “Great is the Wizard of the North.”
And she was dismissed from his presence. Then she dreamed another dream in the night. In this dream she was herself coming of age with her own magic. Indeed most formidable was her own witchcraft of that time, for she was begotten by the Wizard of the North and conceived by the Witch of the East. All of the world agreed that she was as beautiful as was her mom. The witch Dionysius of the time had wrought her magic by way of her Book of Notes and her pencil. To do a miraculous feat, she needed only to write in pencil upon this book of blank pages that which she wished to do. And when she finished writing her note in the Book of Notes, the magic deed was done. The witch
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Dionysius had wrought much magic thus in her centuries ago as a witch thus. In this dream, upon coming of age in her sorcery, Dionysius saw a St. Bernard dog whose leg was caught in a trap, himself running in pain and fear with it still clamping down upon his ankle. The good witch Dionysius promptly took out her Book of Notes and her pencil, opened it to the next available page, and did write,
“Take away the trap from the St. Bernard’s leg, heal his ankle, let him come back to his family.” And when she was done writing this note, behold, the steel trap opened right up and fell off of the big dog’s leg, the big dog’s leg was suddenly all well, and in whining of joy the big dog ran back happily to home to be back with his family. Then the sleeping Dionysius dreamed another dream. Here she was visiting Mom and Dad after having moved out and begun living on her own. Dad called forth to Mom, “Fairest Lisa, how do I love thee?” And Mom called back, “Finest John, let me count the ways.” “How are you feeling?” Dad asked her, seeing her weariness. “There is much work for a Wizard Lady to do in the east,” Mom said to Dad. And Dad said to Mom, “Come thou into my arms, and I will sing unto thee a song of refreshing.” And Mom came up to Dad, and he put his arms around her weary body, and he sang a love song of great refreshing into her soul. Dionysius heard it. It was a ravishing and enthralling and beatific song that only Dad could sing well. And Mom leaned back and rested her head upon Dad’s shoulder and closed her eyes in peace and rest. And when Dad finished singing his song, Mom opened her eyes and her face and body and spirit were duly fully refreshed and strong and comforted once again. “Thank you, O John,” said Mom. And Dad said, “Ruling the world is hard work.” Then Dionysius came up to them, and all three hugged in great familial joy. And this dream ended as well, and the next dream came upon her here in bed. All of these dreams in this busy sleep of dreams were accurate accounts of real things that had happened in Dionysius’s life. And the next few dreams were true remembrances of some not-so-good things that Mom and Dad had done in ruling the world. In this next dream, Dionysius was standing before a small town that was all burned down to the ground! Before her was a horrible roaring of fire and billowing of dark smoke and scatterings of dead
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bodies of all ages. Stores and houses and apartment buildings and all trees were all smoldering. And here just outside of town Dionysius could feel the great heat. Lo, a man came running out of a burned down house, and he came and stood before Dionysius, and he said, “O great Dionysius, thy father has done this!” “Dad did this, sir?” she asked. “Did you not hear his song?” this man asked. “I just got here,” she said. This man said, “All of a sudden the heavens were opened, and down came fire and brimstone everywhere, O wizard’s daughter. It was horrible!” She asked, “Why would Dad do such a thing, sir?” she asked. And he said, “One of our people of our town offended the lord our Wizard, and the lord our Wizard decided to take it out on all of us. And look what he did to our town.” And Dionysius asked, “What did he say to my Dad that made Dad do such a thing as this, sir?” And this man said, “He told the Wizard of the North that he needed Jesus.” Then this man fell down dead, with first degree burns throughout his whole body. Then this dream ended and the next dream came. Here Dionysius found herself before a little countryside church. She knew herself to be in the east region. Mom was standing before the door of the church, and her sceptre was raised most dangerously. No one inside knew that she was here. The flock inside were singing the hymn of God, “How Great Thou Art.”
And Mom yelled and said “O foul and pestilent believers in Christ, bow down and worship me instead!” Then Mom took her sceptre in both hands, and she swung her singularly powerful sceptre in a downward motion in both hands. Behold, a tornado suddenly descended from the skies and did come upon the ground right in the middle of this church. As Mom stood there, unfazed by the great funnel cloud of inimitable winds, she and Dionysius saw the whole church building suddenly broken up, the witch-made tornado killing every last man and woman and child within, and leaving no survivors. Then Mom raised her sceptre back up in both hands, and the tornado ascended back up to the sky, And Mom felt no remorse. And she smiled upon Dionysius with a wizard lady’s love for her witch daughter. This dream suddenly came to a close, and Dionysius next dreamed a trio of little dreams about herself as the witch with her book and her pencil. In one dream, she wrote, “Kill my pesky
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friend.” And her pesky friend died. In another dream, she wrote, “Heal my fun friend.” And the fun friend was healed of her appendicitis. And in another dream, she did write, “Resurrect my best friend.”
And her best friend rose from the dead. Mom and Dad and all of the world knew that Dionysius was destined to become a ruler of the world. But whether she would rule the east or the north or the west or the south, all the world had to wait to find out. Then the dreams all ended for the night.
Dionysius opened her eyes, and she found herself in her bedroom in her ten-story Palace of the East. She was the Queen of the East. And she remembered all now about her awake life in the current world. She shuddered now upon thinking about all of her witchcraft that she had done before becoming a born-again Christian and repenting of that witchcraft. It was better for a woman’s eternal soul to die as a mortal Christian than to die as a lost witch with a great longevity. She missed Dad. She knew that he had died in his sins and was now in Hell. She missed Mom. She knew that she had sought and found the Saviour and was now in Heaven. Praise God for Mom’s messenger from Heaven, the great mortal man Flanders Nickels. Would it not be fitting and right were Dionysius herself to be the messenger from heaven for Proffery Coins, this man’s best friend? As a sorceress herself for her first nearly one thousand years, Dionysius had rejected Christ most adamantly and vehemently. But after her Mom got saved, Mom went ahead and told her all about her need for Christ. And Dionysius wisely believed, and she got saved herself, Mom leading her through the prayer. And Dionysius began to age as a mortal as soon as she got saved, the Holy Spirit coming into her woman’s body and exorcising her witch’s magic out of her body. As a mortal born-again believer, she now had the body of a thirty-year-old woman. Proffery told her in his letters that he was also thirty-years old. Sweet and innocent and good romance could still fill the hearts of thirty-year-old boyfriends and girlfriends for each other in days of courting.
What happened in this world once ruled by witches and wizards that the ruler of the East was a mortal Christian queen and not a magician? It had all started when the famed messenger from Heaven
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had first led Mom to salvation. Mom was without peer among all the witches of the world of her time.
And all of the world said that there was never any other witch like unto Mom in power, in wisdom, in
wizard lady magic. But the bold outspoken Christian man Flanders Nickels went ahead and told her all about Jesus. And Mom could tell that he was speaking truth—eternal truths at that—and that this mortal knew things that she did not as the ancient witch. And in a simple prayer, Flanders led Mom to a saving knowledge of the Lord Jesus Christ. That is, the Wizard Lady repented of her wizardry and got born again. And she resigned as the Witch of the East, herself now a mortal lady. A new witch took over in the Temple of the East, but this witch was a lesser witch than was Mom in her day. And from the seed that Flanders had planted, there slowly came to rise in the east a great and mighty spiritual revival. Wizards and witches were no longer feared. Jesus Christ was the one that the people of the east began to fear. Many days of the years were declared “regional days of prayer” here in the east. The King James Version Bible became the best-selling book here in the east. And little fundamental Baptist churches began to be built and filled up and become pillars of communities here in the east. And the successor to Mom as the Witch of the East was impeached by an elected legislature, and she was taken out of office. And all of the east, having seen the godly miracle upon the conversion of Mom and not long later seeing the same great change made by the same God upon Dionysius when she got born again and did repent of her witchcraft, all came up to Dionysius, asking her to become their queen. And the people of the east voted in a landslide for Dionysius to become the Queen of the East. And the east prospered more with this regional revival than did the north and the south and the west still under their magicians. And soon magicians were also losing favor in the north and the south and the west as well.
Today was the day that she was to get alone with this Proffery in her witnessing room in the fifth floor of her palace. Getting out of bed, she got dressed up for the day in the same outfit that she had gotten dressed up in yesterday. She went to her reigning room and met with all manner of
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dignitaries, ambassadors, and other very important persons for the whole day. Then it was late afternoon. And she then went alone to her witnessing room to wait for her special visitor of the early evening. She prayed and read her Bible and daydreamed of a hunk of a guy finding so great salvation here this evening. The yellow sun gave God’s great light of day to this most beautiful of rooms in her palace. The only things that the Queen had in this fifth floor room were an oak table and two oak chairs and a K.J.V. Holy Bible. “Salvation is simple, O Lord, and so is this salvation room,” Dionysius now prayed on impulse. Then her legate Sonya came and knocked on the door of this witnessing room.
“Enter, O good Sonya,” said Queen Dionysius.
And Sonya came in and said, “O Majesty, your visitor has arrived.”
And Dionysius said, “Let him in, faithful Sonya.” And Sonya let him in and then promptly left her sovereign alone with the man. Dionysius took one look at the man, and she instantly adored his teeth. He had an overbite himself, buck teeth almost as protuberant as her own buck teeth. “Proffery?” asked the potentate of the east, herself daunted by this man’s comeliness.
Himself awed by her own fairness, he said, “I am he, O Majesty.”
“Have you come to inquire into salvation, O Proffery?” she asked.
“I have, your Majesty,” he said.
She went on to say, “It is written, O Proffery, in the words of Jesus, ‘I am the way, the truth, and the life: no man cometh unto the Father, but by me.’ John 14:6. Do you believe these words of the Bible?”
“I believe in the days of witches and warlocks, O Majesty,” he confessed to her most surprising wretched words to her Christian ears.
“Such words bring back to me the days before revival here in the east, O Proffery,” she said in sorrow.
“Your mother was a good wizard lady, and your father was a good wizard,” said Proffery,
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seeking to share his feelings for the old days with this one who had once been most mighty among sorceresses.
“I loved my mother, Proffery, but were it not for the mercy of God, she would be in Hell now,” said Dionysius. “And I loved my father, but he rejected the mercy of God, and he is in Hell now.”
“Your mother was the world’s most beautiful woman when she was alive,” said Proffery. “Flanders said that to me, and I said that to Flanders. Everybody knew of her immortal pulchritude.” He then went on to say, “Now you are the most beautiful woman in the world, O Majesty.”
Had he said what he had just said before he had pronounced his rejection of Jesus, Dionysius’s heart would surely have been smitten by this real cute guy. But, because he had rejected Jesus right off, before he told her how he felt about her, the Queen of the East was focused on his soul more than on his handsomeness. Nobody rejected the Saviour in front of Dionysus in this witnessing room like this without learning a hard lesson from her about the judgment of Almighty God Above. And Dionysius meticulously began to seek to win indeed a most difficult soul for Jesus right now. “Sit with me, if you would, O Proffery Rule Coins,” she did say with the tone of authority. And they sat across from each other at the table in the yellow sunlight of early summer evening. And she saw duplicity now in his countenance. And she said, “Proffery, you have not come into my witnessing room to petition me to lead you to the Lord.”
“Your Majesty, you are wise,” he said in confession.
“For what have you come into my witnessing room to petition your queen?” she did ask.
“That I may live forever, O Queen,” he did say.
“All who come into this room and become born again have eternal life awaiting them up in Heaven because of the Lord Jesus Christ, O Proffery,” she did say. “God gives everlasting life to all who ask Him for it.”
“I want to live forever as a wizard, O Queen,” he then explained his own way to eternal life.
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“You came here to ask me to turn you into a wizard?” she asked, not at all happy this moment with this man earlier so mysterious to her.
Sincere and somewhat penitent before her curt tone, he confessed, “Your Majesty, the young man before you now is afraid to die.”
“Are you ill or wounded?” she asked.
“I am well and not wounded,” he said. “But I am fearfully mortal.” He then said again, “I am afraid of death, O Majesty.”
“And you think that if you became an immortal like my father and my mother that you will live forever and be happy?” she asked.
“The Wizard of the North lived for over a thousand years. The Witch of the East lived for almost a thousand years. Would that I could live for a thousand years,” lamented Proffery Coins.
“Proffery, it is written, ‘But, beloved, be not ignorant of this one thing, that one day is with the Lord as a thousand years, and a thousand years as one day.’ II Peter 3:8,” said Queen Doinysius.
“I am thirty years old,” he said. “I may not have another fifty years ahead of myself.”
“I am thirty years old as the converted mortal you see before you now,” said Dionysius. “And I have a home waiting for me Heaven with my Lord ahead after I die in this life.”
“O but you had centuries within you already when you were the great witch of the good old days, O Majesty,” said Proffery.
“You have years, but you want centuries, Proffery,”said the Queen of the East.
“I want forever in this life down here,” he said.
“My mother and my father never had forever down here, Proffery,” she tried to explain to him.
“My father’s millennium of life came to its end, and he did die. Understand that, Proffery. All who are people, mortal and immortal, in this earth have only a while in this life. This forever that you seek in becoming a magician is a lie from the Devil. Forever is only for the life to come. And for all born
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again believers like myself this forever is in Heaven with Christ. And for all who are not born again believers—this means you—this forever is in Hell with Satan.”
“I care only about this life,” he said. “You used to have power and knowledge and magic when you were the great witch. Do you remember, O Queen? Remember how it felt to write a note in your book, and it came instantly to pass? Anything that you wanted to do, you did, and nobody could stop you. Anything that you wanted to know, you did find out about, and nobody could stop you. Anywhere you wanted to be, you went there instantly, and nobody could stop you. Nobody could keep you from any wish or desire as long as you had your Book of Notes, my beautiful witch. You had omnipotence and omniscience and omnipresence. Do you remember how it was for you in the old days of the east and of the rest of the world? You were happy.”
“And you seek happiness for yourself in seeking to be turned into a wizard by a converted witch,” said the queen.
“The very happiness you had as a magician woman, O Majesty,” he said solemnly.
“Poor Proffery,” she said in grief for his unsaved soul. “The only thing that magic would get for you is eternity in the lake of fire. And one thing that magicians cannot do, even in their magic, is to turn a mortal into a magician. All who are magicians are born as magicians. Only a wizard father and a witch mother can bring a magician into the world. And learn this: a wizard father and a mortal mother cannot bring a magician into the world, and a mortal father and a witch mother cannot bring a magician into the world. If one mate is mortal, and the other mate is immortal, the child that they bring into the world can be only a mortal.”
“Is it really true what you said, O Majesty, that Hell is full of all the magicians who were once in the world—male and female?” asked Proffery Coins.
“All who ever died in their magic. Yes, Proffery,” said Queen Dionysius.
“Surely that did not mean you, O Queen,” he said.
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“That did mean me, were I to have never repented from my sins of my witchcraft,” she said. “I repented of my magic and became a Christian. I can not die in my magic now that I have Christ.”
“And that does not mean the witch Gravel, your mother, either,” said Proffery, “after my best friend talked to her.”
“You’re right, Proffery. That does not mean Mom, either. She, too, repented of her magic and became a Christian. She did die, but she did not die in her magic. She’s waiting for me in Heaven right now,” said Queen Dionysius.
“But that does mean the wizard of wizards, though, I now see,” said Proffery Coins.
“My father, the Wizard of the North,” said Dionysius with a long sigh. “He never repented of his magic, and he died in his magic, and he is in Hell in torments right now.”
“One would think that John could somehow have sung a song that kept him from dying and ending up down there like that,” said Proffery.
“There is a power in the universe greater than my father’s magic of song,” said Queen Dionysius. “And that is God the Creator of all things. Even my father was accountable to the Lord. And he, like the Devil, could not win in his battle against the Almighty God.”
“Then Hell was made for the Devil and for all the magicians who do not get saved,” said Proffery in query.
“And for all the demons who serve the Devil,” said Dionysius.
“And for me because my life dream was to become a wizard?” asked Proffery Coins.
“Indeed Hell is now also the place of doom and fire for all mortals also who die in their sins,” said Dionysius.
“That means for me even if I give up my life dream of becoming a wizard then,” said Proffery.
“Yes, O Proffery,” said wise Queen Dionysius.
He thought now upon his two former role models—John and Lisa—this beautiful Queen’s
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invincible and unconquerable parents. John had never humbled himself before God Almighty, and he was now damned. Lisa had humbled herself before God Almighty, and she was now glorying. The Saviour of the world made the biggest difference.
Proffery Coins said, “It’s getting dark in here.”
Yes. It was getting dark in here. Why, sunset had come and gone already. And Dionysius had not yet won this man’s soul. Was time running out on this knight in shining armor? The messenger from Heaven had her work to do for this handsome fellow, and she must get to it with Godspeed before dark of night filled this witnessing room. God’s commandment for this messenger from Heaven for her ministry in this witnessing room, as she well knew and did always most obey, was to not remain here after dark. Were she in the midst of leading a person through the prayer of salvation, she must not do such a thing after twilight in here. With God’s grace she never once had to cut a salvation prayer short in the middle because of the end of day in here. God was always faithful. And about that commandment from God only to herself, even were she not to be with a seeking soul, she even by herself was not to be in here in the dark of night.
Proffery Coins then said, “Should we turn on some lights, your Majesty?”
“Good Proffery, the Lord told me to not put lamps in this witnessing room. As God’s messenger from Heaven, I am to trust Him to save souls in here before day turns into night,” said Queen Dionysius.
“There are no lamps in here,” he said, looking around and seeing it so. “Then maybe we can stay in here and keep talking about God in the dark.”
“God is a God of light. God is not a God of darkness,” she said.
“It looks like dusk is coming, O Majesty,” said Proffery Coins.
“O God, please give your humble handmaiden time to win his soul,” entreated Dionysius God.
“I will consent to let you lead me to salvation on one condition,” he said.
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“Make haste!” she said hurriedly.
“I am still not sure about your Lord Jesus,” he said.
“Do tell me your condition,” she urged him.
“I will consent to let you lead me to salvation if and only if you can show me in the Bible of anyone else in history who was not God who did magic anywhere nearly as great as the magic of John and Lisa,” he challenged her, seeking to prove her wrong about the Saviour.
“You mean to speak now about mortal men doing immortal men’s magic?” she asked.
“About mortal people doing work as magical as wizards’ and witches’ work,” said Proffery, thinking with sureness that he got this messenger from Heaven in a dilemma. Mortals and magicians were as different from each other as children were from adults. Such was the type of caste system that this world had seen for centuries until it began to be broken up from this revival in the east. One was either a magician or a mortal, and never the twain could meet. Magicians were the dominant people in the Earth, and mortals were the submissive people in the Earth. The mortals were necessarily in subjection to the immortals. Of course. It had to be that way. Sorcerers and sorceresses had the supernatural powers that men and women could not have. And people like Proffery Coins were powerless before magicians like John and Lisa. And Proffery Coins, because of such magicians’
unconquerable powers, most admired John and Lisa above all magicians in the Earth. Surely any mortal like himself, still as a mortal, could never emulate these two magicians in any act of supernatural powers. He laughed now inside at thinking how he got Dionysius on the horns of this dilemma. And he said triumphantly and most unwisely for his soul, “Majesty, it is getting dim now.”
Indeed dusk was getting dim now outside the three open window ways, and it was even darker in here in the witnessing room.
With a silent word of prayer, Dionysius waited upon the Lord. And God, the Maker of the sun, heard her prayer, and did answer her prayer. And she was going to find out how He was answering
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her prayer in a short while. And she proceeded to preach from the books of I Kings and II Kings right back at this overconfident unsaved man in ready and well-known wisdom. He asked her to tell him about men who did the work of magicians. And she knew of two such men at once. And they were the prophet Elijah and the prophet Elisha. And she spoke now to this most handsome fellow, “Have you ever heard of Elijah and Elisha, O Proffery?” she did ask.
“Are they wizards, Majesty?” he asked, listening and hearing her out.
“No,” she said. “They were men of God.”
“What did they do?” he asked.
“They were both Old Testament prophets,” she said.
“They prophesied then?” he asked.
“They prophesied,” she said. “Yes.”
“That sounds like things that you used to do when you were a witch,” he said.
“And they performed miracles,” she said.
“You mean magic?” he asked, his curiosity piqued.
“They did God’s work,” she corrected him.
“What was the work of God that they did do?” he asked her, wanting to hear more.
“Elijah. I Kings chapter eighteen,” she began a most significant sermon. “The prophet Elijah had a showdown with the worshipers of the false god Baal upon Mount Carmel. It was him alone as the prophet of God against four hundred fifty together who were prophets of Baal. A devastating drought had come upon the land, and rain was a most needful happening for the people. Baal was the false god of rain and good crops. God was the true God of the weather and of Heaven and Earth.” She paused now to think upon this coming work of God done by this Elijah. She took a glance to the west. And it seemed like the dusk should have been twilight by now. She turned back to the west. The dusk looked to have been the same now as it had been when she had prayed her silent prayer after that mock
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made by Proffery. She wondered briefly, then quickly went on to tell about Elijah’s “work of magic”:
“The prophets of Baal built an altar to their god, and the prophet of God built an altar to his God. And they prayed to their deities to prove themselves by sending down fire upon their altars. Upon these altars were bullocks for sacrifices of worship. All morning long the Baal prophets called forth, saying, ‘O Baal, hear us.’ But Baal did not answer them. Finally it was twelve o’clock noon. Then Elijah the prophet of God spoke up and said in mock of their Baal, ‘Cry aloud: for he is a god; either he is talking, or he is pursuing, or he is in a journey, or peradventure he sleepeth, and must be awaked.’
Now it was time for Elijah to show the people the things that his true God could do in His true Deity. The great prophet, seeking to make the real God look real good, most faithfully poured twelve barrels of water upon his altar, himself knowing that any barrels of water could not keep any fire from God from burning up the bullock were God to will it. And then Elijah called upon his God, the God of Abraham and Isaac and Jacob, praying, ‘…, let it be known this day that Thou art God in Israel, and that I am Thy servant, and that I have done all these things at Thy word. Hear me, O Lord, hear me, that this people may know that Thou art the Lord God, and that Thou hast turned their heart back again.’ And God answered the prayer of His great prophet, and He cast down fire from Heaven right down upon his altar overflowing with water, and the fire from God burned up the bullock and the wood and the stones and the dust and even the much water in the trench. Right after this happened, all the people here who saw all of this happening right before them, fell down and confessed, ‘The Lord, He is the God!’ And God was most duly glorified by this ‘magic’ He did wrought.”
Right away Proffery Coins said, “Indeed, this Elijah of long ago did something that only a wizard could do! He had a hand in bringing down fire from Heaven. John and Lisa did that all the time. And here a mere mortal did the same thing long, long ago.”
“Elijah himself, per se, technically did not perform this magic,” preached the messenger from Heaven. “What Elijah did was to call upon God to bring down the fire from Above, and God did bring
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down His fire from Above. Elijah’s God performed this magic in answer to Elijah’s prayer.”
“Prophets could do magic by calling upon the Lord,” said Proffery. “That sounds like a more powerful magic than magicians can do by calling upon themselves.”
“To God be the glory,” summed up the messenger from Heaven.
“It is still not dark yet, O Majesty,” said Proffery Coins looking out of her three windows from where he sat. He was scorning no more.
She turned back to her three west windows from where she was sitting and such was so. The sky was still the dim dark red of late dusk. It should at least have been the beginning of twilight by now. Dionysius pondered this for a moment.
Then Proffery said, “You mentioned Elisha the prophet a little while ago, too, your Majesty.
Did he call upon God for magic deeds, too?”
“Elisha was the prophet who did many miracles in the name of the Lord, Proffery,” preached Queen Dionysius. “He had prayed for a double portion of the Spirit of Elijah when he saw Elijah raptured up to Heaven in horses and a fiery chariot; and God gave him this requested double portion.”
She then said, “I know all the miracles in the Bible done by Elisha through the name of the Lord. I can name some of them right now.” And she preached upon the prophet Elisha from the book of II Kings: “This great prophet called forth two she-bears to maul and tear up a group of mocking children. This great prophet raised back to life the son of a Shunammite woman. This great prophet poured meal into a pot of poisoned pottage, and, behold, it was no longer poisoned. This great prophet fed one hundred men with a meager twenty small loaves of barley bread and some corn-on-the-cob, and there were leftovers. This great prophet healed a leper by telling him to wade out into the Jordan River seven times. This great prophet found an ax head that was lost in a river by throwing a stick in the river, and, lo, the ax head came back up to the surface of the river. This great prophet even performed a magical miracle in the Lord after his very death.”
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“Do you mean that Elisha did magic from the grave?” asked Proffery Coins.
Queen Dionysius paused and answered, “Literally, Proffery.”
“What do you mean?” he asked.
And Dionysius said, “It is written, ‘And it came to pass, as they were burying a man, that, behold, they spied a band of men; and they cast the man into the sepulchre of Elisha: and when the man was let down, and touched the bones of Elisha, he revived, and stood up on his feet.’ II Kings 13:21.”
“Your majesty, you could not do such magic even when you were the witch!” exclaimed Proffery Coins.
“The mortal prophet who was dead and buried could, though,” said the Queen of the East.
“Prophets served a mighty God. Again, to God be the glory!”
“Verily God’s magic is the ultimate and final and consummate magic of magic which can never see reversal or rejection or reprisal,” confessed Proffery Rule Coins. “He speaks, and, lo, it is done.”
“It is written, ‘The Lord of hosts hath sworn, saying, Surely as I have thought, so shall it come to pass; and as I have purposed, so shall it stand:’ Isaiah 14:24,” recited the Christian queen. “Again also is it written, ‘For the Lord of hosts hath purposed, and who shall disannul it? And his hand is stretched out, and who shall turn it back?’ Isaiah 14:27.”
“Any God like the Lord Who can turn Elijah and Elisha into a John and a Lisa must surely be the sole Deity to which we are all accountable—myself, too, your Majesty,” confessed Proffery Coins.
She looked off through the west windows. It was still lit up with that same dim red of dusk. It should have been twilight surely by now. In fact twilight should have come and gone. Why was it not dark black night?
And Proffery spoke her thoughts, saying, “Isn’t it supposed to be pitch dark out there by now?”
“I had prayed that God give me time to lead you to salvation, and it looks like God did that,”
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she said.
“It is like the sun stands still right now,” he said.
“Yes. Yes, Proffery,” she said. “Almighty loving God has stopped the sun in the sky.”
“He has stopped the Earth’s rotation to give us more daylight so that I have enough time before dark to accept Christ as Saviour?” asked Proffery, truly now seeing the agape love of Jesus for his own lost soul.
“He has, O Proffery,” sang out Queen Dionysius in joy of the Lord. “He has.”
“Your great and grand Majesty, I want to get saved right now,” said Proffery.
And right then and right here in this witnessing room in prolonged red dusk, herself rejoicing in the truth, Queen Dionysius of the East led so handsome and masculine Proffery Coins through the prayer for salvation: “Dear Father in Heaven Above: I am a sinner who envied magicians. I am a sinner who admired magicians. I am a sinner who wanted to be a magician. I was wrong. Please forgive me. I repent now of any desires for magic of my own. I seek only Your magic. I seek Your magic that saves souls. You are the Saviour of the world. Your Son, the Lord Jesus, willingly died on the cross for my sins. And this same Son of God, God the Son, rose again from the dead on the third day. I ask You now, O Christ, to become my own personal Saviour and to give me an eternity in Heaven. Only Jesus saves. Thank You, God. In Your Son’s own name I do pray this. Amen.”
Queen and subject looked up from this prayer here in the witnessing room. She said to him now, “You now have the Holy Spirit indwelling you.”
“The Holy Spirit is more powerful than all the magicians in the world. Isn’t He, your Majesty?” asked Proffery.
“This Holy Ghost is God with the Father and with the Son,” said Dionysius.
He looked around in this room of his so great salvation. He said, “I do see twilight coming now into this room.”
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“God has set the sun moving in the sky again,” she said. “The Earth has resumed its rotation.”
“What should we do?” he asked.
“We should get out of here,” she said. And messenger from Heaven and brand new born-again believer left this witnessing room for the night. And Dionysius found herself a most cute boyfriend.
And the new convert found himself a most beautiful royal girlfriend.
It was the next day now. And Proffery and Dionysius were on their first rendezvous together. “Your Majesty,” he said. “thank you for caring enough for me to lead me to salvation.”
“Call me now ‘Dionysius,’ O Proffery,” said the Queen of the East.
“Dionysius, thank you for caring enough for me to lead me to salvation.” he said this time.
“I never thought that when I called upon God to give me time last night, that I was actually asking God to stop the sun in its tracks,” she said.
“God ways amaze even seasoned Christians, I can now see,” said Proffery.
“The Scriptures talk about two other instances where the Lord had done just about the same thing for his children in the Old Testament as He had done for you and me yesterday,” she said.
“What do they say, Dionysius– those Scriptures?” asked Proffery.
“Joshua 10:12-14 is the first one,” she said. And she opened up her King James Bible and read this passage to her new man friend: “Then spake Joshua to the Lord in the day when the Lord delivered up the Amorites before the children of Israel, and he said in the sight of Israel, Sun, stand thou still upon Gibeon; and thou, Moon, in the valley of Ajalon. And the sun stood still, and the moon stayed, until the people had avenged themselves upon their enemies. Is not this written in the book of Jasher? So the sun stood still in the midst of heaven, and hasted not to go down about a whole day. And there was no day like that before it or after it, that the Lord hearkened unto the voice of a man: for the Lord fought for Israel.”
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“Then the Lord also stopped the sun for this man named Joshua, also, Dionysius?” asked Proffery.
“Yes, He surely did,” said Dionysius.
“And He also stopped the moon for him, too,” said Proffery.
“He did so at that, Proffery,” she said.
“How come?” asked Proffery new with the Scriptures.
“To give his general Joshua more daylight for the battle. Battles could not be fought in the dark of night back in those days. Battles had to be fought in the light of day. And Joshua’s battle for God against the Amorites was not done yet when the sun was going down. And God wanted Joshua to win this battle. So he made the daytime longer for His general, and His general ended up beating the enemies the Amorites. Then, after Joshua won, then the night came on.”
“Whoa! What a powerful God we Christians, new and old, do serve!” praised Proffery the Lord.
“He is the Maker of the sun and of the moon,” she said.
“I heard that before,” he said. “Amen!”
“And He is the Maker of Heaven and the Earth,” she said.
“Alleluia!” he said. “Alleluia!” Then Proffery asked, “And what was that second instance in the Old Testament that you were going to read to me about stopping the sun in the sky?”
“Oh, yes. God’s other miracle with the sun in the sky,” she said. “But this time in this second instance, God did not stop the sun, but rather, made it go backwards, Proffery.”
“Do read that one to me, O Dionysius!” he said, excited about God and His Word.
“It’s in two places in the Holy Bible, this miracle where the Lord made the sun go backwards,” she said. “Two Bible passages about the same one event.”
“Do read both of the places of that one time,” he said.
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“The first time it is mentioned is in II Kings 20:9-11,” she told him. And she read it to him: “And Isaiah said, This sign shalt thou have of the Lord, that the Lord will do the thing that he hath spoken: shall the shadow go forward ten degrees, or go back ten degrees? And Hezekiah answered, It is a light thing for the shadow to go down ten degrees: nay, but let the shadow return backward ten degrees. And Isaiah the prophet cried unto the Lord: and he brought the shadow ten degrees backward, by which it had gone down in the dial of Ahaz.” Then Dionysius said, “And the second time this is mentioned is in Isaiah 38:7-8.” And she read this second narrative to Proffery: “And this shall be a sign unto thee from the Lord, that the Lord will do this thing that he hath spoken; Behold, I will bring again the shadow of the degrees, which is gone down in the sun dial of Ahaz, ten degrees backward. So the sun returned ten degrees, by which degrees it was gone down.”
“So God did make the sun go backward toward the earlier part of that day?” asked Proffery.
“Yes. He did. For good King Hezekiah of Judah,” she said. “God must have made the Earth do the moving, since God has placed the sun as stationary in the universe.”
“Why did the Lord do that for the King of Judah?” asked Proffery. “What was it that He promised good Hezekiah that He wanted to prove it so with a miracle out in outer space?”
“God had made this sign in the universe to prove to King Hezekiah that He would let him live for another fifteen years and that He would deliver him and Jerusalem and Judah out of the hand of the emperor of Assyria,” said Dionysius.
“That same God of power has saved my lost soul yesterday and has saved your one-time lost soul years ago,” said Proffery Coins.
“God’s magic abounds, good Proffery,” she said.
“The magic of salvation, Dionysius,” he said.
“The miracle of salvation, Proffery,” she said.
“The gift of salvation, Dionysius,” he said.
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“Because God died on the cross and rose again from the dead, Proffery,” she said.
“Praise the Lamb for sinners slain,” he said about Christ.
“Blessed be the Lion of the tribe of Judah,” she said about Christ.
“Hallelujah, O so-pretty Dionysius!” he praised God and girlfriend.
“Hallelujah, O so-cute Proffery,” she praised God and boyfriend.
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