The Side of the Whirlwind’s: The Night Watch!


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We’re back at it!

Here’s an early-bird prize! Drawn from the ether – touching on the ethereal.

It may take a fortnight or possibly two to inscribe this ancient legend. The creators of “The Night Watch” are working diligently on its next installment: “The Night Watch 17” Anoch

By an ancient and divine pact, Anoch returns to make war with the enemies of His Maker. In “The Night Watch 17”, Anoch joins with TS Whirlwind in a mission vital to the End-of-Days!

Many lifetimes ago while Anoch and his father were out hunting, they stood and watched as the heavens opened before them. Standing there on that Angelic byway, the King of Heaven extended HIS mighty hand and offered Enoch an invitation. Enoch accepted that day forcing Anoch to watch his father’s brave ascent to the Kingdom of the Maker; then, Enoch was no more!

Today, Anoch the Warrior Sentinel, combats true-evil whenever it raises its grotesque and malevolent head. When demons or Soul-Eaters or hellish creatures of any kind escape the confines of Hell, it is Anoch who is tasked with destroying their earthly and unholy forms in order to return them to the infernal realms from whence they came.


“The Night Watch 17” – Anoch

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This Side of the Whirlwind: Happy I Love Thee



It makes my heart truly happy,   

to know the love we share,               

to feel our hearts set soaring,

to see our hearts laid bare.

Forever to love you in the now, in the then,

forever free to embrace you, as a lover and dear friend.

Blessed assurance – as our feelings soar, to thrive,

fabled emotions, our hearts twin rhythms of life.

Your love burns more deeply – than any hot iron could sear, convey,

our hearts ever healing oer brands of burning spate.

My love, my darling, sweet hope, my most dear,

Forever sweet beloved – surrendered hearts in wonderous abandon.

Thy Swain

Steven R. Harrel to his lifelong Sweetheart, Pamela


Buddy and the Unicorn Pt. 4



The Land of Giggles

Happy Steve and Gramma’ Pam stepped away from the river’s edge and headed their brave travelers towards the village of Giggletown.  Oddly, Giggletown did not seem very giggly.  No, not giggly at all.

Gramma’ Pam

You see, Giggletown is usually a happy place, nearly always and at all times. Mostly, wherever you look or wherever you go, Giggletown is full of joyful and cheery Fuzzles.  That is, Fuzzles and Barnels, Unicorns and Glimmerings which are usually laughing and playing, singing or making merry while working, whistling or happily swaying to any tune.  But today, oddly and in every kind of way, no one seems happy. Not one Fuzzle in the bunch. Hair was even floating in the air, everywhere!

Cautiously, Happy Steve turned to his group, “Welcome to Giggletown my young friends.  I don’t know what’s wrong, but something does not look right here, today.”

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Listen to Great-Grandfather


SEP 9, 2021 AT 4:06 PM

Chimes blown by the desert winds,


Voices in the crowd speaking something true – few take note.

Great words of wisdom to the proud, bruised ears set to itching,

Youthful eyes seeing – yet no hint of cheeks set glistening.

Know ye the number of the Troubadours’ trump before one soul is e’er redeemed?

How blows unholy winds: puffing hair, chimes too fair, tongues that wag, joy in the wayward?

Heralded times go unheeded.

Bugled sounds from the heights of neglected ramparts.

To trust those whose approval is found in others – but not from He who is On-High?

Seek not the Maker in song or truth?

Where have our Pillars gone?

We listen to Great-Grandfathers’ toll, his ticking, no soul.

By Steven R. Harrel


The Toad Abode


There once lived a frog whose abode was a toadstool

Whose black and yellow eyes were always looking for a feast

He loved his habitat so close was this and that

All within his reach satisfaction was replete…

His sky was blue on blue

And his stream was filled with food

The sun’s great heat it soon abated

By the mushroom his head was shaded

And the fungi drew his prey

So most pleasant was each day…

Then one balmy amorous night

His black and yellows they caught sight

Of a beauty more than rare

Whose slender flippers were most fair

When her song she croaked and sung

His heart grew warm and croaked along…

It was then that he did know

He must have her – he must go

Forgo his grand most safe abode

To have this beauty by his side

He must make her his new bride…

But what of his abode

Dare he leave and take the chance

For one daring night’s romance…

Would she in turn find him eye-catching?

He might not similarly be so fetching.

 He might be loathsome in her sight

What would he do if he were right…

It was then that he decided

And forcefully he chided

Himself for ever doubting

His handsome lips now a pouting

What she-toad could him resist

His abode and handsomeness

Toadstool heaven he would chase

Thank you God what a place!

By Steven R. Harrel – 2009

This Side of the Whirlwind: Quote


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“Those Christians who prepared the most will suffer the least.”

The above quote was taken from a “This Side of the Whirlwind” article written 8/23/2018 titled: The Silent Apocalypse Part 1.

Just to remind… there are six parts to “The Silent Apocalypse” series.

Here is a link.

May it bless and guide you according to God’s will.

Peace Out!