Was I, Alone in the Dark?

By Rafael Cervantes

Have you, ever, feel fooled?, Have you, ever, thought that God abandoned you or simply he does not exist?, Have been you abandoned by your relatives or friends?, Is it worth keep moving forward?. These and other questions will be answered through the author unbelievable , but real, life's story, whom after suffering a deadly car crash, which left him laying on a bed for five months, was fired from his own family company, by his mother and siblings. He was in bankruptcy with his wife and daughter, to start an amazing journey full of intrigues, lies and betrayals, discovering that, even, in the deepest darkness, he never has been alone.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Palibrio
• Release date: Mar 4, 2014
• ISBN: 9781463373191

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Copyright © 2014 by Rafael Cervantes.

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CONTENTS

Dedicatory

Introduction

CHAPTER I WHO AM I?

CHAPTER II ABRUPT HALT

CHAPTER III THE HOSPITAL

CHAPTER IV THE SWITCH

CHAPTER V A NEW PHASE

CHAPTER VI UNEXPECTED SWITCH

CHAPTER VII A NEW CHALLENGE

CHAPTER VIII TO KEEP TRIPPING OVER THE SAME STONE

CHAPTER IX THE BOOK THAT CHANGED EVERYTHING

CHAPTER X THE DREAMS

CHAPTER XI FINAL REFLECTION

DEDICATORY

I dedicate this small book to my beloved wife Ilse and my sweet children Angelica Celina and Miguel Alejandro to whom without their support I wouldn’t have been able to overcome any of the obstacles in my life; and again to my daughter Angelica, who translated this book to English.

To my dearest brother Pablo and my dearest friends David and Montez Carter, who were the first people to read my manuscripts and without their observations, corrections and advices, I wouldn’t have been able to finish this book.

To my estimated friend, Erika Pulver, the first person to read the translation of this book in English, constituting herself as reviser of this book.

To all the people who had influenced in my life, whether it was positive or negative way, because all of you were instruments of God.

Finally, I dedicated this book to all of you, the readers whom are expecting this book to be useful and worthy in your life.

God bless you!

St. Augustine, Florida

October 25th, 2013

Though my father and my mother abandoned me, the LORD gathers me up.

Psalm 27:10

INTRODUCTION

I’m writing this book, for the second time since, mysteriously, today September 12th 2012, after 3:00a.m. in the morning, all the files I had in my computer’s hard disk were deleted, it seemed weird to me, since my computer was completely new, a HP TouchSmart i5.

Of course, I do know it wasn’t an issue with the computer, but what I do know is that it was an entity that does not want me to publish this book, yes, that same entity you’re thinking about right now. Satan, whose main achievement is having convinced the modern man that He doesn’t exist, which also means God doesn’t exist either.

Which basically means: if you misbehave, nothing bad is going to happen to you, because there’s no punishment! Jesus didn’t come more than 2.000 years ago, so then the human race is at its own will.

After feeling more than frustrated, wanting to throw my computer out of the window; I asked my beloved wife Ilse, if the kids had been playing with my computer the night before, she naively answered me,

– Your computer woke me up last night, it turned on at around 3:30a.m., somebody might have hacked it.

In that moment I understood everything. My computer is located on my desk in my bedroom, and that night I went to sleep at 12:30a.m., after I had finished writing the chapter about my dream about Satan.

The anti-virus my computer has installed, Norton 360, doesn’t show anything wrong with my computer.

I reviewed every file on my computer to see if I could find my book, but it wasn’t anywhere, according to the internal register of my computer, there was a major actualization of the system at 3:00a.m., which I assume that when the computer restarted woke my wife up. Weird, very weird, right?

Well then, let’s not care about those who wish our fall, and let’s go on.

CHAPTER I

WHO AM I?

I’m the seventh son in a family of nine children, five women, and four men.

My parents, both educators and actually retired. My father was a professor of History of the Mathematics and other subjects, at the University of Carabobo. My mother was a teacher of Spanish Literature and other subjects as well, at the middle school Juan Vicente Bolivar y Ponte, in my home town, Maracay, Venezuela.

Since I was little, reading always caught my attention; I enjoyed spending my afternoons reading stories and history, I read plenty of books of different genres and authors, for example: Miguel de Cervantes, Shakespeare, Tolkien, Lewis, Verne, Dumas, Ovid, Plato, Socrates, and so on, since my parents were educators, our library was very broad and varied.

When I was in 5th grade, during lunch at school, there was a group of Gideons giving the New Testament, and I don’t know why, but I took two of them.

After lunch, I came back to class, and the principal of the school, Mrs. Martinez, gave an announcement through the speaker and told the teachers to gather all of the New Testaments.

The teacher told us to turn them in, I turned in one, and kept the other one in my backpack.

When I got home, I went straight to my room to hide my precious treasure: a forbidden book!, because if it wasn’t forbidden, why would the principal take them away from us?

At that time, my older brother, Esteban, he was 20 yeas old, was kicked out of the house two years ago, because he decided to be part of a pseudo Christian sect called The Children of God.

Of course, our principal Mrs. Martinez knew about it, since all my siblings studied at her school, now looking back I can understand why she did it.

I secretly started to read it, every night before I went to bed. I couldn’t really understand anything of its real meaning, I was constantly looking up the definition of the words in a school’s dictionary, some of them, because those dictionaries aren’t complete enough.

So I kept on reading, and reading without comprehending, and in no time, I became older, and the little I knew about God was enough to discuss the topic with my father.

When I hit puberty, and I was already an adolescent, there was a huge change in me, a calm kid suddenly became a member of a gang. I had an inner hate, I didn’t really know why. I hated everyone and everything.

I became obsessed over guns, at the point that one time, while I was giving some company to an old friend of my parents. Mrs. Marina, who didn’t want to stay alone at her huge house, I found, or I could even say I was guided to a secret compartment, inside a closet, which had nothing more than guns and rifles of diverse sizes that made the NATO cartridge of 7,62 mm seem like a toy for kids. They were the lost guns and ammunition of Mr. Victor, the husband of Mrs. Marina, who had died a long time ago. His sons had been looking for those guns after his death, but they never found them.

First thing I did was equip myself with ammo from each caliber, to make key toppers. The way I did it was so I would drill the bullet, without taking out the gunpowder first.

One day in the afternoon, while everybody was taking a nap, I took a cartridge, a .35 Special, I went out to the courtyard with a drill and I put the cartridge in a vise. I started to drill, and not even 30 seconds had past when what had to happen, happened: the cartridge exploded and the projectile grazed my left leg twice, a little bit before the knee.

It was very strange how the same bullet grazed me two times on the same leg, in parallel form.

The projectile rebounded once against one of the iron bars of the window, I suppose that when it bounced for the first time it grazed me once, and then the second time was when it hit another part of the wall.

My parents with the heart on their throat, found me on the floor, bleeding from my wounds in the leg.

My father strongly reprimanded me, and made me tell Mrs. Marina where had I found the guns and the ammunition, and forbid me from going to her house.

Since then I had to go to my Uncle Rafael’s house to get some books to read. He was a Doctor in Chemical Science, my mom’s older brother; he had a wide library full of warlike, esoteric, and scientific subjects, including books about German national socialism, demonology, ancient religions, and so on.

Those subjects started to grow on me, I influenced myself with the doctrine Nazi, esoteric investigation, and I even lead