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He knew he could outfight any demon . . . strategically he had no peers; his skill in manipulating tactics to surprise and defeat his enemies were legend. What left to do? “Command,” said his boss, Uriel, one of the Archangels. What did that mean that he already didn’t know?

And then Beniel—the guardian angel—encountered Aleksandr Solzhenitsyn . . . no small prize for either Lucifer or Yahweh, both determined to have his mind and soul.  The warfare between the angels of heaven and the demons of hell intensifies with the advent of Soviet Communism and never lets up—even for a moment. 

Intellectual giant . . . fearless dissident . . . unyielding integrity . . . uncompromising . . . a forceful writer who was a persuasive leader swaying the opinions of millions.

Everyone wanted a piece of him. How do you protect such a man from others? From himself?  

I have thousands of angel-warriors, the power of heaven, and righteousness on my side. But it’s not enough. “Command.” The word was simple enough, but its implications yielded life-long lessons in resource deployment, battlefield choices, scalpel-like use of special forces, political warfare, strategic bounce, spiritual combat, and much more.

By the time Beniel escorted Solzhenitsyn to heaven after walking the earth with the great Russian writer for almost eighty years, he had done all to it. I’m beginning to learn “command,” but I don’t think one ever masters it. He suddenly chuckled. Well, of course. There is One.