Epiphanies and Enlightenment

By Joseph Inzirillo

Three extraordinary individuals.....all pulled into the world of the supernatural, where they come face to face with mind and eye opening realizations.

Paul Schrader - When a random accident takes Paul Schrader from his life on earth to a strange world that seems like heaven at first, he discovers a more sinister side lurking behind the smile and eyes of the beings he encounters. And soon Paul will learn the horrifying secret of this "in-between" place he entered upon the day of his demise. For indeed, this no ordinary world....and he is no ordinary man. (It Happened One Morning)

Jim Wagner – Jim and a local youth team up together when they stumble across an age old German legend called the "Nachtzehrer", or Night Waster. Can they bring this ghoul down before it takes its next victim? ( The Night Waster Was Real)

Jonathan Bellamy – In a world being torn apart by conflict, new beings arrive on earth with a sinister plan for the human race. Jonathan Bellamy and many others are banding together in an attempt to fight the “disease” they brought with them. The only way to tell who had been compromised was to look beyond the obvious, to stare into the eyes of the enemy. (You Need To Stare At The Enemy To See The Truth)

• Language: English
• Publisher: Joseph Inzirillo
• Release date: Apr 7, 2017
• ISBN: 9781370050505

Joseph Inzirillo

Joseph Inzirillo was inspired to start writing in the year 2000. He has been studying the occult sciences, fringe science, traditional science, conspiracy theories and religion for about 40 years now.

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Epiphanies

and

Enlightenment

Joseph Inzirillo

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This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are products of the authors’ imaginations or are used fictitiously and are not to be construed as real. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, organizations, or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.

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Dedication

This book is dedicated to my wife of over 40 years, Christine, who has stuck with me in thick and thin (mostly thin), good, bad, and hard times. I have loved you since the day that I saw you.

Acknowledgment

I wish to thank Mr. Steve Caresser, of ePrintedBooks.com, and his editor, Mr. Jason Sinner. They are great in what they do, and I encourage all Indie Authors to contact Steve. There are many readers ready to hear what's in your mind or imagination.

Table of Contents

It Happened One Morning!

Dedication

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Epilogue

The Night Waster Was Real

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

You Need to Stare at the Enemy, to See the Truth

Prologue

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Epilogue

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It Happened One Morning!

Joseph Inzirillo

Dedication

This story is dedicated to my son, Joey, who was in the U.S. Army for 14 years. He went to war three times in Iraq, and once in Afghanistan (each tour 1 year to 14 months). He was awarded the Bronze Star, and has now retired from the Army as a CWO III. He lives in the U.S. I am very proud of him, and all of our other children who served, and continue to serve our country.

Matthew 24:11 And many false prophets shall rise, and shall deceive many.

Chapter 1

My name is Paul Schrader. It was Monday morning again, and I was off to work. Same old shit! Does anybody else really think about how much time we sheep spend at work? Just to make ends meet. Oh well… It’s obvious that there are many more people than I think. We should be spending our time with our families and loved ones. Otherwise, we get old, die, and it becomes, I wish I woulda… I wish I coulda…

Oh well, gotta pay my bills. I go out of the door, lock up the house, get into my car, and shut the car door. I start up the car, and off to work I go. As I’m crossing the intersection of Cypress Avenue and Harmon Street, out of my peripheral vision, from the left side, I see a car coming right toward my driver’s door. Then a loud crash, the sound of grinding metal, and I’m gone…

I’m now aware that I’m on a gurney, obviously in a hospital. Then again, lights out. I thought that I woke up three times after that, but I was obviously dreaming. The third time I was on the west side of a hospital room looking at me. Next thing I know, my back is on the ceiling and I’m looking down at my body. At the side of the bed were my wife, son, and daughter, crying. I screamed to them, I’m here! I’m here! But it was all to no avail. I was starting to realize that I died. I should have known from the flat-line on the machine next to my bed. What about my family? What’s going to happen to them? At the same moment of my thoughts, I had a feeling that my family would be fine. Then, I also knew that they would get an insurance settlement from the other driver’s insurance company. At least they will be financially okay. How did I know that? My mind was now racing.

I then started floating upwards. I went right out through the upper floors of the hospital, out of the hospital roof, toward the starlit sky. It was an amazing sight. Then I had the thought, that maybe I was dreaming. You know that there are people who say that the brain experiences weird stuff when you die. No! That thought was ridiculous. I was totally aware. As a matter of fact, I felt more aware and alive then I’ve ever felt before.

I started to fly past the moon. It was truly breathtaking. The view was just incredible. The universe is magnificent. As I was looking all around, I suddenly felt a jolt. I then started to go through what appeared to be a tunnel. The tunnel walls were black, with swirling white light in the middle. I was moving so fast, that if I still had a physical body, it would have wrinkled. The funny thing is that I still have a body. Or at least I think I do. After about five minutes of traveling like this, I came to a slow halt, came out of the tunnel, and I hit the ground, softly. At least I thought it was five