Tabamantia

• veteran finaliter; sovereign supervisor of Nebadon decimal planets

49:5.12In the uni­verse of Neb­a­don, all the life-mod­i­fi­ca­tion worlds are se­ri­ally linked to­gether and con­sti­tute a spe­cial do­main of uni­verse af­fairs which is given at­ten­tion by des­ig­nated ad­min­is­tra­tors; and all of these ex­per­i­men­tal worlds are pe­ri­od­i­cally in­spected by a corps of uni­verse di­rec­tors whose chief is the vet­eran fi­nal­i­ter known in Sa­ta­nia as Taba­man­tia.

• agondonter of finaliter status

50:7.2On Je­ru­sem the as­cend­ers from these iso­lated worlds oc­cupy a res­i­den­tial sec­tor by them­selves and are known as the agon­don­ters, mean­ing evo­lu­tion­ary will crea­tures who can be­lieve with­out see­ing, per­se­vere when iso­lated, and tri­umph over in­su­per­a­ble dif­fi­cul­ties even when alone. This func­tional group­ing of the agon­don­ters per­sists through­out the as­cen­sion of the lo­cal uni­verse and the traver­sal of the super­uni­verse; it dis­ap­pears dur­ing the so­journ in Ha­vona but promptly reap­pears upon the at­tain­ment of Par­a­dise and def­i­nitely per­sists in the Corps of the Mor­tal Fi­nal­ity. Taba­man­tia is an agon­don­ter of fi­nal­i­ter sta­tus, hav­ing sur­vived from one of the quar­an­tined spheres in­volved in the first re­bel­lion ever to take place in the uni­verses of time and space.

• veteran finaliter; sovereign supervisor of Nebadon decimal planets

73:0.3Taba­man­tia, sov­er­eign super­vi­sor of the se­ries of dec­i­mal or ex­per­i­men­tal worlds, came to in­spect the planet and, af­ter his sur­vey of racial prog­ress, duly rec­om­mended that Uran­tia be granted Ma­te­rial Sons. In a lit­tle less than one hun­dred years from the time of this in­spec­tion, Adam and Eve, a Ma­te­rial Son and Daugh­ter of the lo­cal sys­tem, ar­rived and be­gan the dif­fi­cult task of at­tempt­ing to un­tan­gle the con­fused af­fairs of a planet re­tarded by re­bel­lion and rest­ing un­der the ban of spir­i­tual iso­la­tion.

• acknowledgment to chief of Urantia Adjusters
• veteran finaliter; sovereign supervisor of Nebadon decimal planets

108:3.5It is in­ter­est­ing to note that lo­cal uni­verse in­spec­tors al­ways ad­dress them­selves, when car­ry­ing out a plan­e­tary ex­am­i­na­tion, to the plan­e­tary chief of Thought Ad­justers, just as they de­liver charges to the chiefs of ser­a­phim and to the lead­ers of other or­ders of be­ings at­tached to the ad­min­is­tra­tion of an evolv­ing world. Not long since, Uran­tia un­der­went such a pe­ri­odic in­spec­tion by Taba­man­tia, the sov­er­eign super­vi­sor of all life-ex­per­i­ment plan­ets in the uni­verse of Neb­a­don. And the rec­ords re­veal that, in ad­di­tion to his ad­mo­ni­tions and in­dict­ments de­liv­ered to the var­i­ous chiefs of super­hu­man per­son­al­i­ties, he also de­liv­ered the fol­low­ing ac­knowl­edg­ment to the chief of Ad­justers, whether lo­cated on the planet, on Sal­ving­ton, Uversa, or Di­vin­ing­ton, we do not def­i­nitely know, but he said:

108:3.6“Now to you, su­pe­ri­ors far above me, I come as one placed in tem­po­rary au­thor­ity over the ex­per­i­men­tal plan­e­tary se­ries; and I come to ex­press ad­mi­ra­tion and pro­found re­spect for this mag­nif­i­cent group of ce­les­tial min­is­ters, the Mys­tery Mon­i­tors, who have vol­un­teered to serve on this ir­reg­u­lar sphere. No mat­ter how try­ing the crises, you never fal­ter. Not on the rec­ords of Neb­a­don nor be­fore the com­mis­sions of Or­von­ton has there ever been of­fered an in­dict­ment of a di­vine Ad­juster. You have been true to your trusts; you have been di­vinely faith­ful. You have helped to ad­just the mis­takes and to com­pen­sate for the short­com­ings of all who la­bor on this con­fused planet. You are mar­velous be­ings, guard­i­ans of the good in the souls of this back­ward realm. I pay you re­spect even while you are ap­par­ently un­der my ju­ris­dic­tion as vol­un­teer min­is­ters. I bow be­fore you in hum­ble rec­og­ni­tion of your ex­qui­site un­selfish­ness, your un­der­stand­ing min­istry, and your im­par­tial de­vo­tion. You de­serve the name of the God­like servers of the mor­tal in­hab­i­tants of this strife-torn, grief-stricken, and dis­ease-af­flicted world. I honor you! I all but wor­ship you!”