Cloaks Under God

By Dave Gary Phillips

Hopefully this book will make people more aware of their sins. If you know how bad bad is, then you'll know what good really means.

• Language: English
• Publisher: AuthorHouse
• Release date: Sep 29, 2011
• ISBN: 9781456799373

Dave Gary Phillips

I have been a christian since the age of three. Chistianity is a struggle and I have backslid many times.

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© 2011 Dave Gary Phillips. All rights reserved.

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First published by AuthorHouse 9/27/2011

ISBN: 978-1-4567-9937-3 (e)

ISBN: 978-1-4567-9938-0 (sc)

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Contents

Preface

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Chapter Six

Chapter Seven

Chapter Eight

Chapter Nine

Chapter Ten

About the Author

Preface

Welcome to my book. I hope it satisfies some of your reading curiosity. I credit this book to the Lord, and verify that it is He who enables me to do all the skillful things I’ve ever done. I have been saved by the spirit and the water and have full faith in God and Christ His Son. This book also is written for God and also from God.

I hope that you enjoy it whether you believe it all or not. I just want it to be a good story to you anyway. Your interest is great, so I also hope it solves some of your literature unhappiness. Some people don’t know about God and the devil, but they are as real as it is said, and a battle is really going on between them that is unseen. Me, I’m caught up in the middle of it because of my knowledge and strong belief. My absolute possitiveness about it.

These I know too, are the very last days of the revelations before Christ draws the believers up to him to save them from the terrible things predicted, and the devil knows I’m a threat to him. My book has been taken and lost and stolen at least 5 times so far. It was in a huge suitcase once in a greyhound station and the baggage officer in Las Vegas took the whole thing and hid it in the back room until I had to lie about having a witness see him take it and threaten to bring the police and search the place, and that I had already made a report of stolen property.

That was only once, but that will give you an idea about the battle I’m in with the devil, or that he’s in with me. I’ve also almost died about 5 times and it is God’s heavenly angels keeping me alive because of my purpose to perform for Him. And just when it looks bad a miracle happens. Then I kneel down and let God lift me back up. It is absolutely an unseen battle, just like it says in the bible.

All the power that God possesses is controlled by the simple act of belief. As strong as you believe is as strong as you can perform a directed act or healing or miracle that with God on your side becomes an undestructible force. God always knows what you need before you do. And if you can humble yourself enough to bow your human head and tell God that you are His and that you know that the sins you’ve done are wrong, and that is the reason for all the problems up to now, He will forgive you and let you have your will. You also have to pronounce His name before anything in this world.

He says to be saved by water and spirit and to obey Him is to prosper. To fall beneath His law is to sink below His grace. These are the last days and both the Lord and the devil are desperate for your soul in eternity. God will not let one trace of sin into heaven and it is our responsibility to erase all our faults in the sea of God’s forgetfulness. That is to pray to God constantly, or as much as you can, and let Him know you believe He is there and as real as your breath in front of your face, and let Him know you are not going to disobey Him, because He knows anyway. Because heaven and the angels see and hear you.

God is desperate for you because He loves us all and He doesn’t want to send anyone to eternal hell-fire. But to disobey Him is to get punished and to not believe Him is to die. The devil is desperate as one in a sea of watery sin that is drowning and the water is the air that surrounds earth and he wants to pull as many people down with him as he can, and he knows that he will not be saved anyway. Plus he can use the pleasures of sin to keep you by the leg and drag your face under with him or make you walk around dragging a ball of sin that you cannot break off yourself. If you can know how bad bad is, you can know what good means. I’m a back-slider and an accidental hypocrite. Half the time I cannot control my life or keep it in order or figure it out, where it’s going.

Chapter One

Out of nowhere like a dream, I awaken looking out of a rocky ridge to see stars and moons and a darkish kind of sky that is brighter than the trapezoid cavern. I am mounted on the center of space below its’ opening. The pile I am clawing to is not lighted and it’s dark, too. Trying to figure out where I’m at by adjusting and readjusting my eyes from above to below is worthless.

A great huge beast lunges over the hole in the lid, clawing the rounded edges with monstrous grasps, holding itself into position to peer at me madly with amber red eyes. It’s movements prove that it knew I was here and that it wants me. With tauranisorous teeth dripping with meal-like runs, and dinasour type skin and head, yet pointed ears and a gatory nose. It stares at me eye to eye. I can’t rightly picture the details because all I see are those eyes, and it knows I’m too far down to reach. Yet if it could break away the rock, it would have me. I don’t know if it could reach in to get me or not, but it hasn’t tried yet.

I cannot move. I am clenched to a straight, vertical pile of rock only as square as my hands and knees can balance on. It can have me, yet I take my eyes not away from his. Visciously waving his body from side to side, he searches me for fear. But projectilly, his eyes, fire-coal red turn to silver then white, and the monster of canible lust darts to the right and back from where it had come. The head and hands together could barely fit in the hole at one time, and the size of it had to be as big as the cave I’m in. In my mind I can figure that it has a great tail and clawing toes. It may have been lashing its’ tail as it swayed, but I didn’t notice any sounds at the moment to verify it. Only can I guess its’ image beyond it’s head and claws. Still shaky and scared I focus down below now and the light of it comes slowly. The brighter it gets the more I can tell that the piling I sit on is that of a king, and that it is mighty and tall. On it’s head I am, and the shoulders below serve as a good way to leap down, and by doing that I can make it out on the arms that bend at the elbows and reach out to hold a flat platform in its’ hands.

I am in mid-air in the upper right, dark side of the pit looking way down now, like a person over an operating table. The light that rays down the totem just barely clears the walls of it there-of, just over the bottom. On the plate-like platform are moving back and forth several reaper-like figures. Up out of the hole are bright stars and distinct blue space. And some are bigger than others. To the right of the gap is lighter and to the left of it, it gets much much darker.

Right above at a slight angle, suspended about a hundred to a hundred and fifty yards is a midnight blue craft. It’s a jet. It is short and small, with wings bent back for flight, and it’s tail angled up and back. A 1-man craft at most. It seems to be waiting, and it is, for me. I’m in the same floating position only looking and watching the pictural place, but why? What is my purpose here? I’m not a body. At least I can’t see it. But I know I am or I wouldn’t feel fear or wonder. But do invisible people need answers to curiosity, too? Only am I really me or what? I had no instructions or even a warning or clue of this forced situation. I’m here and I can’t leave, but I can only do my best, what I feel I should if I only had a command. But getting to that king to here was a command I could not refuse, so why worry about instructions?

Suddenly, at the end of my mental conversation I am again a body, and on the shoulder of the rock king where I was before. That explains one thing. I’m not dreaming and I’m here for a reason. The grim reapers! What are they? I guess I’ll be shown. I slide down it’s right arm and thud to a stop while bear-hugging its’ bicept to look at my footing. And when I turned around, I could easily walk out to the unknowns. But as that thought cleared, they single filed right through the wall.

When I got out there, there was a short stone bench on the right, then there wasn’t. The hand is about ten feet around, and to the wall is three foot out and two feet up to a tunnel. Dark beyond the elluminance from me to it. Now what? I don’t want to get closer because it seems like a trap. Was my sight of this spot above only my frightened conscience or was it really me? Am I a spirit and a body too, or what? Because now I’m human again and I still don’t want to die. And it’s obvious enough that I can’t get out and this tunnel seems to be the only way. Below is pitch black and foggy dark. Far too dark to see the kings waist. Noticeably falling into eternity far below. Am I Indiana Jones? Hell no! But I can’t even tell what kind of clothes I have on. If I jumped, which I have to do, into it, they could kill me as I landed and rolled into the dark. Past a foot or two in it is a mystery and invisible. And I can almost see several pairs of eyes in it just staring at me in it. I just know they are waiting for me to hastily move. Slowly I move closer to the edge and feel as though were a frightened cat creeping nearer to the wall. I listen and study its’ dusty floor and it’s cobby walls. I’m almost certain there is no presence there. Till now I have the courage to stretch out and fall on its’ entrance with both hands and feet, but I do. And my feet still upon the dust that poofed around my feet. I lean into the angled way of light to dark. Getting to my knees I stand with my back against the right wall, which is the side with the most light. Still cautious and unable to see anything. But as I stoop and peer through the dark and edge on through, I put one foot in front of the other at the very sides of it. Sliding my feet from side to side in case there’s a hole to fall into.

Now only a couple of feet into the black I switch my arms to the upper left and right sides like Spiderman. I work my way, I don’t know how far, and the black turns to blue and I can begin to visualize particles of dark become the walls and I can see the end. Now I can see out and can see the floor, so I get down and crawl to its’ gleaming edge. The whole space is now before my eyes, and is a starry expanse far out. But beyond it is a cloud of gold and yellow clouds that go from the right to the left.

Like a rolling colored barrier of white and gold and yellow clouds and they end off to the left. Above them is sunny, and all out farther to right is as bright as you can stand to see, unbearable. The light shines up and over the barrier and way up over my position. Straight down below the right of the cloud barrier the brightest spot rolls a freeway of dirty copper smoke that twists and meets the end of a beautiful waterfalls coming from the right side of this mountain I’m in.

The smokey highway resembles a tornado. And the water disappears into it. The falls must fall for miles and meets the tail of the smoke. I’m really scared of heights and can’t hang onto my courage but I just have to lay on my belly and see what has to be there. Holding all my limbs out tightly against the walls I look out with only my eyes at the waterfalls. In its’ so shinny white balls of light like stars or crystals. What I am suspended in is that of a huge volcano. What are the crystals that make the waterfall to the smokey tail? The balls of white in it are filing straight into the very middle of the two rows of smoke and dirty clouds like a meat grinder eating and swallowing the file as it goes. But at the top it is very wide.

There has to be a lake around