As Above, so Below: Signs and Wonders in Room Number Two

By Chet Morelli

Take a walk with a man named Ben C. Benson as he travels down the old, winding, dirt road of life and death. Mr. Benson has thirteen appointments that he must arrive at on time. He meets a man named Mr. Parks, and together they travel a road that nobody knows about; a road of life vs. death, a road of creation vs. destruction, a road of love vs. hate, a winding road of GOD vs. Satan.

Walk down the same road that leads you from antiquity and into the future.

Will Mr. Parks escape from his past and does Mr. Benson hold the key to his future?

Together they walk down the old, winding, dirt road; all the way from the Garden of Eden, onto the Great Pyramid in Egypt, and into the futuristic Earth in the year 2020. Some people say, The past will repeat itself. If this is true, then what does the future hold for Mr. Benson and Mr. Parks?

Take a walk down the old, winding, dirt road with the thirteen appointments in time. Sojourn with Mr. Benson and Mr. Parks to find out the truth of what lies upon the road of life. The question is my friend: Do you want to know the truth?

• Language: English
• Publisher: iUniverse
• Release date: Jun 3, 2010
• ISBN: 9781450223676

Chet Morelli

Chet Morelli has studied and done research on the history of mankind for over thirty years. He has developed a deep understanding of the Bible. By investigating modern literature, which is littered with complete lies and blasphemous deceitfulness, he sees precarious times ahead for mankind.

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AS ABOVE: SO BELOW…Signs And Wonders… In Room # 2!

chet morelli

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As Above: So Below

Signs and Wonders In Room #2!

Copyright © 2010 by chet morelli

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Appointments In Time:

INTRODUCTION

THE FOREWORD

THE PRELUDE

APPOINTMENT ONE

APPOINTMENT TWO

APPOINTMENT THREE

APPOINTMENT FOUR

APPOINTMENT FIVE

APPOINTMENT SIX

APPOINTMENT SEVEN

APPOINTMENT EIGHT

APPOINTMENT NINE

APPOINTMENT TEN

APPOINTMENT ELEVEN

APPOINTMENT TWELVE

APPOINTMENT THIRTEEN

INTRODUCTION

Take a walk with a man named Ben C. Benson as he travels down the old, winding, dirt road of life and death.

Mr. Benson has thirteen appointments that he must arrive at on time.

He meets a man named Mr. Parks, and together they travel a road that nobody knows about. A road of life and death, the road of creation vs. destruction, the old road of love vs. hate, the winding road of GOD vs. Satan.

Walk down the same road that leads you from antiquity and into the future.

Will, Mr. Parks escape from his past; in addition, does Mr. Benson hold the key to his future?

Together they walk down the old, winding, dirt road; all the way from the Garden of Eden, onto the Great Pyramid in Egypt, and into the futuristic Earth in the year 2020.

Some people say, ‘the past will repeat itself.’ If this is true, then what does the future hold for Mr. Benson and Mr. Parks?

Take a walk, down the old, winding, dirt road with the thirteen appointments in time.

Sojourn with Mr. Benson and Mr. Parks to find out the truth of what lies upon the road of life. The question is my friend: ‘Do you want to know the truth?’

THE FOREWORD

FROM MR. BENSON

Room # 2 was an exploration of the human mind, body, and soul. This was the beginning of the signs and wonders.

As it is above, so shall it be below, which had allowed me to sojourn into an area where no human being has ever been allowed to go before, nor, will ever go again. As this was the Room where I could find my true identity.

Once I enter Room # 2 the veil was lifted on a reality that has been hidden from mankind since times in antiquity. Also, inside of Room # 2, a truth was shown to me which has never been understood by anybody else on Earth. Conclusively, I could finally understand the truth that I had sought after all of my life.

Entering Room # 2 was easy for me now…

… as I did not have to knock, nor unlock the door…

…because, someone else has already done that for me…

Welcome home, was the word that I heard…

…as now I was in Room # 2...

THE PRELUDE

BY MR. PARKS

Knock, knock!

Who is there?

It is I, and I thank you for knocking…my friend…

Nevertheless, I did not knock…you did!

You did not have to knock, said the voice, as your room is waiting, and of course, the door is open…

Now, knock, knock…

Who is there I asked?

You are!

May I ask Who?

Anyone that lives on planet Earth may come in, and I will see you soon, as your appointment is now ready and waiting for you in Room # 2.

As I walked to my room that song was playing: Ring around the Rosés a pocket full of posies, ashes, ashes…and we all fall down…

I could still hear that old tune from my past, a song that spun around and around in my head…a prophetic tune I thought at the time….and I discovered it was prophetic, but my understanding of this song would come much later in my life.

Why do people always have all of those roses at funerals? Always roses when people fall down into the ground and die. Why then, would the adults let children sing this song of roses and death?

My desire to understand something no man should know about led me down the old, winding, dirt road, that leads from deep inside of Room # 2 and all the way to the truth.

I could tell my appointment was way over due, because time was slowing down, and I was getting cold as the autumn wind became quite brisk. I still love the vivid colors of fall, with the leaves blowing around in a harmony of red, orange, yellow and golden brown, as this always made me feel warm inside just like it did when I was a child. Looking down the old, winding, dirt road, I knew that I should hurry, as my appointment in Room # 2 was ready and waiting for me…

However, that old tune from my past was still playing in my head, over and over, and over again, it was like a record skipping playing a terrible song that would not end.

Suddenly, the alarm clock rang with a blast, and there was a knock at the door; also I could here the voice singing: ring around the rosés a pocket full of posies and the ashes, ashes we all fall down: But now, it’s time to get up. As we have many appointments to keep. Oh, young man, you must come with me right now, too leave on our journey through time and space…because now, it is the appointed time…

APPOINTMENT ONE

DREAM ROAD…

I was walking back to my apartment, on East 11th Street off the Broadway in Manhattan, when I realized that my wallet was missing, as it was not in my pocket.

My mind went blank for a moment when the realization hit me ‘I have just lost my last few dollars for food and rent. Oh, No…here I go again…all of my personal information is in my wallet, and I have lost that also, which means I can’t take the subway without my I.D. Card.’

I stopped for a moment and thought: ‘where did I lose my wallet? was it at Washington Square Park? maybe that’s where it is? when I sat down on the park bench, next to that old man, and I pulled out my wallet to look at my schedule, that must be when I dropped it or it fell out of my pocket.’

As I was walking briskly, typical for New York City and in the course of three big city blocks, I thought of all the foolishness in my mind, and reflecting on everything that I had done in my life, and who I was. Thus, bringing myself to the realization that someone may have stolen my identity, and this would make me nobody, a man with no purpose.

I thought about life and death, in addition, what is my existence all about? An identity or none, and what is the purpose for anyways? is it to love one another, or on the other hand, the hell with each other? I don’t know anymore, all I know is that I have lost my cash and my identity. I then started running towards the park, in panic and fear.

Once inside the park I slowed myself down to a more leisurely pace, as I could see the old man still sitting on the bench. When I approached this old man, he held up my wallet and waved it towards me saying in a deep French accent, Young man, young man, I have your wallet.

He introduced himself as Mr. Parks, and I introduced myself as ‘Ben C. Benson,’ but my friends all call me ‘C,’ the free thinker. Mr. Parks, I thank you for saving my identity and my personal information, with the credit card, my ID, and a little cash, it’s all in there, because without it I am a nobody.’ I said to the man who had found my wallet.

Mr. Parks looked at me with the most intense blue-gray eyes that I have ever seen in my life, deep like the ocean is blue and twinkling like stars in the night sky. Eyes that have seen all of life and death, love and hate, with a full circle of understanding everything. He had deep eyes of clarity on the stormy sea of our existence: Here on this planet that we call the Earth.

He smiled and took my left hand with his right, and he handed me my wallet. Mr. Parks then said to me, Mr. C, and I replied, ‘please just call me C.’

Mr. Parks continued speaking, My young friend, C, in today’s environment of illusion and control, neither your cash, nor your identity matters any longer, even though we need both. Do we not?

He smiled and spoke again, Here young man, take your wallet with the items that you will need in the here and now, also, remember that your reality is not in the paper money, nor credit cards, nor ID cards. No, these are not who you are, as you are only complete when the heart, mind, and determination of spirit are set to learn and know the truth. My young friend this is your true identity, as a name means nothing, because you must live by the truth of your words.

He looked at his watch and said, Young man I have an appointment that I must be going to, as I am already late.

I told him, once again, as he walked away, ‘Mr. Parks thank you for finding my wallet.’

Young man I did not find your wallet, you left it to be found, and, maybe we will find each other again someday. I must go now. Have a safe journey my friend.

With these words, Mr. Parks walked away in the opposite direction than I was going in. I wanted to talk with him more, as he seem to know what I was thinking…or was it my feelings…I didn’t know exactly what it was…but I knew he understood something! did he know about the truth that I have been seeking after all of my life?

As Mr. Parks walked away in one direction, rather quickly I would say for an old man, and I walked away in the opposite direction with this thought in mind: ‘Wow, what a break for me, as I was thankful that a kind old man would wait around and be late for his own appointment just to help me, which is very amazing in this big slum of a city, when I knew anybody else would have taken everything. I then composed myself and walked to my apartment, on this beautiful fall day.’

The wind was now getting stronger as the colorful fall leaves flew all around me and I was moving rather quickly to my appointment, I slowed myself down and thought, what time is it? I looked down at my watch, and time was of the essence, but I needed to verify the time.

I still enjoy walking through the park on a vivid fall day, but I should ask somebody the time, because I was not going in late again. Suddenly, a man appeared and I asked him, "Excuse me sir,