Upon reaching the door, it opened as if by unseen hands and both he and his mentor were allowed entrance into a very large foyer. Their host was a smartly dressed gentleman who appeared to be of Ethiopian lineage.

            The gentleman wore a posh black worsted-wool three piece suit with a lapel pin that bore the Star of David.   His shirt was unquestionably the finest 2-ply Egyptian cotton upon which rested a black silk tie, also bearing many golden symbols of the Star of David. He sported a highly polished pair of black smooth-toed Bostonian shoes, and, as he turned to close the door, Kristofer saw that he also wore a black kippah atop his pampered short black curls.

            Already Aaron and the gentleman were embracing each other and talking very excitedly and Kristofer was able to discern the word Salom, which he knew was Hebrew for peace. Their host was an Israelite.

            Kristofer Moshiach was careful to make the distinction between Israelite and Jew as taught to him by his mentor Aaron, and, as evinced by his study of the bible in which God always and only referred to His people as either the House of Israel or the Nation of Israel.

            Aaron spoke next, “Master Moshiach I’d like to introduce you to a very old friend of mine, Rambam Moshe. Rambam, Master Kristofer Moshiach of Redemption Church in Champaign, Illinois. Rambam and I have cherished a many an escapades and memories”.

            “Salom my friend and I am so glad to finally meet one of whom I have heard so much of. Please come in and let us sit and break bread”, said Rambam who then escorted his guests into the dining room.

            As they began gorging themselves, the Professor managed a few select words amidst a mouthful of food, “Ramban, perhaps you could explain to Master Moshiach the Guardian of the Gates.”

            Rev. Moshiach was imbibing water from a glass that contained crushed ice when he heard the Professor mention the Guardian of the Gates. That was when he choked.

            The choking became so severe that his eyes began to mist but he quickly regained his composure as the ice melted and passed on its journey. He wiped his eyes with his fingers and looked quizzically from the Professor to Ramban, both of whom were suppressing smiles.

            Ramban spoke next, “The Waganga that we are in pursuit of has come in possession of some ancient secrets that were wrested from the Necronomicon, that mystery book of the dead and undead. Prior to the time that Christians call Pentecost, astral-travel or spirit travel on our plane was much more intense and certain dangerous and malevolent spirits visited the earth plane and taught men dreaded things.”

            “It had been assumed that the pineal gland or what has come to be known as the ‘third eye’ was atrophied. The necronomicon revealed the process whereby this gland could be made active and useful. The reactivation of the pineal gland in man has been the key element in the evolutional progress of man since his unholy alliances with the demonic beings. Man was to be made party to some of this knowledge but not in the manner already described. It is the misuse of the gift that must be curtailed.”

            “Witches have long communicated with the dead or undead and one such exceptionally powerful Waganga, by the name of Molodom, had traveled to the realm of the Guardian of the Gates. Molodom, in concert with that angel of the abyss, Abbadon, were able to bring Molodom into Hum-liel’s world, that guards the Necronomicon. The breach was discovered too late and Molodom returned to the earth plane with the power to summon demons.”

  " Much of the wisdom of the ages that is now known to men are secrets unleashed before their eschatological time; nuclear power, certain diseases initially intended as cures, dimensional UFOs, the aberration called Bigfoot, werewolves and of courses vampires.”

            “The angel Hum-liel is disposed to allowing an earth being to visit his realm where it will be revealed the stronghold of this witch and also how she can be destroyed. In order to reach Hum-liel’s realm, one must, you must safely pass through the realm of the Guardian of the Gates.”

            Rev. Moshiach was again lifting his glass to take a drink, which was now just a mechanical thing to do while listening. His mind was awhirl with visions of encountering actual live angels and demons of which he had studied and preached and now seemingly was to encounter.   What was he thinking; he had no intentions of having encounters with things beyond his present purview of teaching and preaching. He was allowing himself too much subjectivity to the matters being heard.

            As he prepared to replace his glass in its resting place he also began to frame words that again never left his mouth.

            “The Guardian controls access to all of the angelic realms or worlds. Each gate is recognizable by its own color; black, blue, magenta, red, green, yellow and white. Entrances to the white and black gates are impassable. You must take care to enter through the magenta-colored gate as the positions of the gates are periodically changing. When the transplacement of colors commence, all the colors will fade and leave its residual color. Wait until the colors are reformed again and are solid unflunctuating colors before entering lest you enter the wrong gate and are destroyed by the Guardian of the Gate.”

            “You will see other spirit beings entering and leaving through the gates. Do not seek to have any intercourse with any of these living creatures. You will not see any traffic that will be entering or leaving through the white or black gates as the entrances to these gates are inaccessible on this particular level. Even though access to the black and white gates is inaccessible, any attempt to try to enter them will be met with deadly force from the Guardian by any who attempt entry.”

            “Could somebody tell me what is going on here? I believe that you two have me missed up with somebody else; perhaps you believe that you are talking to Captain America or some other superhero but it’s definitely not me. At best I’m a reluctant preacher trying my best to pastor a church and lead souls to the Christ. I can’t do this what you’re asking and I’ll tell you another thing that since the two of you have had your fun I don’t mind telling you that this isn’t all that funny.”

            The Professor continued piercing his grilled salmon and never looked up from his new pastime.

            “Master Moshiach”, spoke Ramban, “the Professor and I are unable to return to the realm of the Guardian on the pain of death. We are both dangerously close to have used our allowance of astral-travel energy. One can make only so many trips until another trip forever traps them in limbo. We each have a limited amount of psychic energy and once that is consumed through Astral-traveling, you’re trapped wherever you are. If you’re unfortunate to become trapped inside of the gates, you’ll be immediately destroyed upon detection.”

            “And you thought that this was the conversation to have with me that would convince me to go get myself trapped or killed,  fumed Kristofer Moshiach.