Pebbles

By Dennis R. Grubbs

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• Language: English
• Publisher: AuthorHouse
• Release date: Oct 11, 2012
• ISBN: 9781463446345

Dennis R. Grubbs

When delving into, the pondering of, life, and all of those things within it, it must be realized that, many times, God may allow, or purposefully cause, a physical, or, mental, calamity, hardship, or, verbal abuse by or from others,, to befall a person, but, if that person upon whom, such calamities have befallen, puts their life, into the Guiding Hands of God, that adversity, that calamity, those hardships, if the person upon whom they have befallen, will allow God's Expression to flow through them, then, such allowance of flow, may show forth with, or cause, a much greater wealth of Joy, and graciousness, to themselves, and others, than such a turmoil or tribulation, could bring forth, with, physical or mental, anguish, sorrow, or, pain, upon, or, within, that person bearing such mental or physical, calamity. Because of, and toward, my possession of such an insight, and, the acceptance by me, of my physical deformities and like issues, it has been expressed and mentioned to me, that, as a precursor to, and, as an expressed reason for, much of this books' text, in regard of, and, toward, the many fallacious heralding, wanton misunderstandings, and, the malicious spiteful teachings, of many religious orders, it has been suggested that, I should incorporate into this book, my, autobiography, as an expressed emphasis, as to the why of, many of, the, chastising castigations, embodied within portions of this book, are being pressed, and, exposed. Throughout my life, even though they knew not the reasons, nor, knew not what might have been the cause, of varied and sundry things, in concern of my physical countenance, nor, the reason for my demure demur, many times, I have been, rebuked, ridiculed, mocked, verbally chastised, and made into a spectacle, of God’s supposed wrath, upon mankind. Of such indecencies, most, being, that is, at least, Ninety (90) percent of such activity, has been, wrought and waged upon me, by, varied, and, sundry, churches of bombastic idiocy, by way of, and through, their dogma, and, heretical, doctrinal beliefs. Since most, and I truly mean, most; being, most probably, less than one thousandth, of, one percent, of persons who are a member of, or, just attend, a church, a sanctuary, or any place of gathering, of any of the varied, and numerous, types of worship, be such worship of, a singular God, be said God, a spiritual being, or, of a solid substance; yet, most of such followers, are not aware of, what the true, raw, core, of, and for, such religious faction’s development, truly comes forth from, nor of what, it comports in its' core. Regardless of the educational level of, the; preachers, pastors, ministers, priests, gurus, monks, and like religious authoritarians, and those members of such groups, might be elevated to, they only know that which they have been taught, by someone else who had been taught by someone else, and none of or, very few of, the teachers, knew of the truth, of the accurate, ancient text, from whence the theology of the religion is based, nor, as to what was behind the reason, nor the core of the understanding, of the founding parties, of the particular doctrine; nor do they know, or, for what purpose, the who, and the for why, and many, or, most of them, did not, nor, do not, truly care, or give a damn, as to the reason, such persons, had certain; ideas, concepts, and or, parameters, by which to establish the religious following, nor why such concepts had been interjected into the core of their teaching, being those things such as; the root cause of their own thoughts, toward the meaning of this, and that; and quite often, did not understand the root of their own desires for certain things to be followed, in a particular manner; etc., therefore, much perversion of the Truth of God’s Word, has been left behind the sealed doors of unwillingness to abide to the Truth, left outside the chambers of True Godliness, thrown out of the worship unto the True God,, and thrown into the trash receptacle of Satan’s design, while the desires of corrupt man, flourishes. Therefore, in light of such unrighteousness, and blasphemy toward God’s purpose for many things, I incorporate, as an opening parley, to this book, I give forth with a generalized glimpse of God’s purpose for my life. This testimony, in the form of a brochure, has been spread around the world.

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Introduction

Hello my fellow comrades, and your family members. Thank you for asking me to address you this evening.

I am Professor Randolph Kessler, and just like you, I am a Space scientist, in the field of astrophysics, but, in a broader term, I study the outer limits of many universes, and their many galaxies.

As you know, this is the Fourth of July, 2041, which I had hoped to spend with my grandchildren, which is obviously, not going to happen.

I just arrived here, at this laboratory on the planet Jupiter, from my home planet, Earth, because the lab on Mars, is undergoing a major overhaul, and the lab on Neptune, is not yet ready to open and will not be for another year.

Therefore, here I am. I had to come here, because as you probably know, or you should know, because you have lost all communication with the labs on Earth, something has gone wrong, or, something is wrong, on Earth.

Well, I am here to fill you in. on what I and my fellow scientists and the space craft crew personnel, discovered.

We made some very disturbing discoveries.

Much to our surprise, and dismay, it is no longer the Earth that we left in 2025.

We went on a trip to a galaxy which is six ‘Light Years’ away, or to put it in general terms, One Million Eighty Thousand Miles, one way, away from Earth, and I and my fellow scientists, flew throughout that galaxy for three years, and then returned to our, home planet, Mother Earth, and then, came here.

As we drew close enough to the Earth to be able to visualize with our cameras and instruments, it was apparent to us that something was different, something had gone wrong.

We orbited Earth for several days, Eleven, to be exact, studying and studying its’ surface to identify what had happened.

We spotted only one pile of rubble which turned out to be the wreckage, of a large spacecraft.

After we determined that there were actual remnants of cities, under the surface of the material that was covering the Earth, we decided to land near the pile of rubble which was the space craft wreckage.

At the site of the wreckage, we found a massive, beautifully sculptured face, of a beautiful woman, yet, the body portion of the sculpture of the balance of the female statue, was extremely crumbled.

If we didn’t no better, because it is an impossibility, we would have sworn, that by the looks of it all, you might truly believe that the statue had truly eaten a man, because:

In the mouth of this female statue, was an actual, real shoe of a man. Within the shoe, was a partial, but severely decomposed, actual foot, of a man.

Between the hands of this female statue was an enormous stack of hand written papers, and apparent computer printed-out notes or narrations.

Also, there were numerous piles of similar papers, all around her. She was even seated on three large stacks as though they were her throne.

Along her right side, there was, a partially crumbled, statue, which, oddly enough, appeared to be carved to resemble a Gargoyle.

And when conjecturing some of the mythological edicts of varied cultures of long ago, with some of the more modern ways of life, in this era of time, which are being conducted on many of the celestial bodies of other solar systems, one might conjecture that this Gargoyle statue was a servant to the female statue.

It would appear, or seem that possibly, the papers, had been, spilled out onto the ground, at the time of the incident which caused the space craft crash; and most likely, the Gargoyle, being her servant picked the papers up, and placed them in her hands, all around her, and as a throne for the female statue to sit upon.

Well, my colleagues and I, along with the crewmembers, meticulously gathered the stacks of paper and labeled each and every stack so as to keep perfect track as to the how they were found for to allow correct study by all groups of later interest.

We then read each stack of papers and we made sure that we kept them in the same order in which we found them.

As you will be able to tell, as did we, they are not in the order in which they were written, but, I am presenting them here, stacked in the same order as we, my colleagues and I found them.

The story, regardless of, the order in which it is, presented, is very intriguing, yet, very, disturbing. And, in regard as toward the what, it portrays, toward the mess on planet Earth, believe it, I swear to it as being truth.

Oh, by the way, I personally knew the Dr. Jonas that is mentioned in the story, he was a very good man, but as to any of the other persons mentioned, I did not know any of them.

A strange narrative, of a young mans’ last five years of life.

The first notes are while he is in orbit.

First of all, one of the things I want from those persons who find this writing is; remember, I am only a teenager, and I was never real good at spelling. So, if you find some errors, don’t laugh. Just remember, I just went through Hell, too.

I have been sitting here for hour upon hour, searching through the computer files on board this craft, hoping to find a picture of a 1956 Ford Thunderbird, so I could put it in with this story.

That way, you would know what Ruby’s car looked like.

But do you think I can find such a picture? Heck NO!

I have also been looking for a picture of the right kind of bear so that you would know what Grace looked like.

I have also been trying to find a picture of a German Shepherd that looked like Butch.

But all they have on file onboard this craft is technical crap.

This is the Professor again. He has now crashed.

I have been here, on the ground, for almost… .

I have been here, on the ground, for almost two days, or has it been… .

It is I again, the professor, as you will be able to distinguish through his implications, we are again, in yet a different time frame.

Some of these are flashing like camera flash bulbs and some just have little spots in them that twinkle. Some are like colored lights that flash on and off, and some are either on all the time and others are off all the time.

They are really weird.

Hello, I am Debbi, one of the professor’s assistants, I am taking the professor’s place for just a few minutes but I am here to let you know that we are now, back at the crash site.

I have been here, on the ground, for almost… .

Well, however long it has been, I think it has been not any more than two or three days.

Well, I guess that the proper manner to start with this portrayal is:

I happened to find this package in one of the storage lockers in kitchen number 3; this package was full of…

I am getting light headed again and dizzy: it is so hot out here in the Sun.

What happened, I cannot think straight. Where am I? Mom: Dad:

What: What happened:

Oh, I am sorry, I must have passed out or I must have fallen asleep again, or did I pass out again.

Damn it is hot.

Well, with an exaggeration of expression, as life goes, Damn its hot: anyway, I guess that I am supposed to thank God that I am still alive.

Moreover, if that is truly the right thing to do, then I say: Thank you God but please turn down the heat.

However, toward the opposite side of the situation, I ask, for what am I thanking God for? Because, loneliness and Hell, yeah, literal Hell in this heat, is all I have to look forward to. Therefore, God, You tell me, You show me if there is anything other than loneliness and this Hell, that I have to be thankful for.

Nevertheless, I guess, whatever the case or reason might be, I am here: Therefore, I guess: Thank You! God.

I need to go lay down by one of the fans in front of the cooling element even though it isn’t doing much cooling.

Well, I have cooled down some and the Sun has set so the air is getting a little cooler, so, let me start this story with instilling you with this pertinent morsel of information toward the awareness of the current situation.

I think I started to write this yesterday but I must have fainted because the Sun is just now starting to come up over the horizon.

Awesome it is not, bewildering, it is, intriguing in some ways, but very fearful for the most part.

I think that just a few months back, I started writing down all the important information, about my many months of flight in outer space, and all that stuff, but that was before I crashed. So, I think, I am just now, starting to tell you, this portion of the story: that is to say, that which I am observing, and, living through, at this moment, since the crash.

But, even though it is just now dawn, it is so very hot out here, and since I have been through quite a trauma during the last five plus years, and then the crash, I sometimes get a little disorientated.

Maybe, somewhere along the line, I may already, or, maybe I have not already, told you a particular portion of this story, something that I should tell you, but still, I do not need to waste my time, or your time, so, I will try not to repeat myself. But I probably will anyway:

Here goes!

According to the Calendar, which is on-board this mangled craft, this present date is my Eighteenth Birthday, Friday, March 12, in the year 2038.

Before the crash, I had been orbiting earth, for the last five years, four months, give or take, a few days.

I am standing, in total and complete awe, as, here, at this very point, this place where I am standing, supposedly, the great city of New York, once stood; yes; I said; ONCE STOOD! That is right; according to the geographic analyzer onboard the craft, I am supposedly standing in that place, that very same place, that is, geologically, geographically, and globally, speaking that is, this is where it, New York City, once stood but it stands, no more.

It used to stand so very tall, and so very proud. A city with a majestic, beautiful, towering skyline; yet, it was a severely, smog filled, skyline.

But now, now, it is nothing; absolutely nothing, nothing, nothing but a virtual sea of small, sand like, pebbles.

Damn it is hot out here.

I guess I should not say that New York City is not standing any more, because, according to a measuring stick way of looking at the planet, it is much fatter than it used to be and so, New York City is probably still standing but, it is filled up with all of these pebbles.

Well, all of the pebbles, here, at this site, are almost as white as snow: but on different parts of the planet, as I was orbiting, I noticed that there are colored pebbles.

About half of the pebbles which cover the planet, are colored.

The colors are of every color in a rainbow: reds, yellows, greens, blues, purples, browns, oranges: pinks, and yes, some are black.

Standing here, and looking from side to side, front to back, this sea of pebbles, seem to stretch, from horizon, to horizon.

I need to take a short break and get something to drink, and to get out of this bright Sunlight for a few hours.

I think I fell asleep for a while but I am again outside to continue to describe what I see.

There is nothing to see, absolutely nothing in sight: except for these pebbles.

With the noonday Sun, shining brightly down upon the sea of pebbles, causing them to intensely shimmer and sparkle, the scene is extremely dazzling and very beautiful in its’ own way.

There is not even a cloud, in the deep