The Elijah Diaries: Book One: Contaminator

By Bernard Johnson and Susan LeRoux

Young Lauren dwells in an inquisitive world, where the lines separating fantasy from reality are often blurred. But not even with her nave, heightened sense of daring could she be prepared for the unreal events, characters, creatures, and bizarre adventures of her kidnapping!

• Language: English
• Publisher: WestBow Press
• Release date: Dec 16, 2014
• ISBN: 9781490830995

Bernard Johnson

The authors are not official Bible interpreters, nor are we prophets, seers, psychics, or mediums. We are merely persons who have exposed ourselves to the study of the Bible and prophecy. If the reader makes the mistake of accepting anything written in these books as accurate, they may be making a major error. While some of the prophecies herein may well come true or be true, the reader should not guarantee them as such in his or her own mind. There are some things referenced herein that are forbidden by God, such as séances, consulting with familiar spirits or necromancers. All persons claiming to have contact with past friends or loved ones is strictly forbidden by God. If you run into anything that seems strange, be sure to research it in your Bible. May God bless you and bring you peace. All praise and glory belong to the Lord God Almighty, and his Son, Jesus Christ. Amen

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THE ELIJAH

DIARIES

Book One: Contaminator

SUSAN LEROUX

AND

BERNARD JOHNSON

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Copyright © 2014 Bernard Johnson.

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Scripture taken from the King James Version of the Bible.

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WestBow Press rev. date: 12/15/2014

Contents

Chapter One Joyrobbers

Chapter Two Sarcophagus

Chapter Three On Your Honor

Chapter Four Blue News

Chapter Five In The Field Flowers Grow

Chapter Six The Clock Stops

Chapter Seven A Stone’s Throw

Chapter Eight As The Birds Fly

Chapter Nine Jerusalem

Chapter Ten A Vanishing Act

Chapter Eleven Fire From Heaven

Chapter Twelve Granny

Chapter Thirteen A Fawn In The Road

Chapter Fourteen Sam Chang And His Melody Machine

Chapter Fifteen Pinkie Cotten

Chapter Sixteen Separation Anxiety

Chapter Seventeen The Devils Stop Watch

Chapter Eighteen Little Girls Lost

Chapter Nineteen Brother Fingerbowl

Chapter Twenty Mumbo Jumbo

Chapter Twenty One Divine Harmony

Chapter Twenty Two The Coconut Conspiracy

Chapter Twenty Three Adios Amigos

Chapter Twenty Four Stacking The Deck

Chapter Twenty Five Haunting

Chapter Twenty Six Plagues

The authors are not official Bible interpreters nor do we have any prophetic insights with the three books that compose together, THE ELIJAH DIARIES. We are merely persons who have exposed ourselves to the study of the Bible and prophetic teachings.

If the reader makes the mistake of accepting anything written in these books as accurate they may be making a major error. Every Bible verse read or heard must be re-verified by comparison to the actual Bible. Many scriptural references made herein are paraphrased for the vernacular ease of a broad audience, all Biblical quotes are from the King James Version. While some of the prophecies herein may well come true, or be true, the reader should not guarantee them as such in his or her own mind.

There are some things referenced herein that are forbidden by God, such as séances, consulting with familiar spirits, wizards, or necromancers, these are tools which allow the reader to differentiate right from wrong. All modern day prophets or persons claiming to have contact with past friends or loved ones is strictly forbidden by God. If you run into anything that seems strange or unusual to you, be sure to research it in your Bible or an outside source, such as the Library.

We hope you enjoy everything you read and learn within these pages. May God bless you and bring you peace. All praise and glory belong to the Lord God almighty, and his son, Jesus Christ. Amen.

DISCOVER LITTLE KNOWN TRUTHS

OF GODS UNCOMPROMISING WORD…

WOVEN LIKE THREADS OF GOLD…THROUGHOUT THIS INTRIGUING FANTASY….

Young Lauren dwells in an inquisitive world where the lines separating fantasy from reality are often blurred. But not even with her naïve, heightened sense of daring could she be prepared for the unreal events, characters, creatures and bizarre adventures of her kidnapping!

Injured during a trip through a remote countryside with her Military father, she was quietly whisked from her Hospital room by a scraggly, enchanted Witch and taken into ‘The Tumble’ forest. This dense and dangerous thicket is kept isolated by Malcolm, a bulky, brooding man who holds a strange, psychic control over the huge number of ravenous, flesh devouring skagi, known well by locals to inhabit the area. Hidden in the center of this forest is a large hollowed-out tree called ‘Spoonhouse,’ this odd dwelling would become her quarters for the most fantasy-filled and enchanting of life experiences.

Venturing out alone for the first time into the forest maze, she hears a strange voice and cautiously draws near. I’m a scaggly old naggly, so snippy so snaggy, playing me drums and having me fun, while me violin strings are rubbed bald and thin. I’m seekin’ the little Miss, the little Miss taken in the Dragons fist and squished, if you find the little Miss, give her a kiss, for she was squished… Nimblethumb sings the Hummingbird Song, while folding blue sky into sheets, on the edge of the ‘Tumble.’ Lauren discovers him there…

Meanwhile MOG, the futuristic U.S. Government, holds a Conference in a hidden location of ‘The Tumble’ forest for a small, elect group of independent theologians on the subject of Elijah’s return. The Pawns (clones) surrounded them, while blackbirds flew in massive formation overhead, casting shadows so that each experienced the same vision. A man elected ‘Speaker’ chattered into the microphone, If only Karl Marx was alive to view the meadows and fields, blossoming with wildflowers and saturated with his Socialistic ideas regarding the weeds and thistles…For such brings on the Final Tribulation.

Book One of the Trilogies: THE ELIJAH DIARIES CONTAMINATOR

CHAPTER ONE

Joyrobbers

Lauren gazed at a red and black fuzzy caterpillar, coming along at full throttle, traveling towards the netherworld inside the backyard’s green grass. You look devilish today. Who will you meet before you get your wings? she mumbled. Are you forcefully earthbound like me? I bet you’ll soon be soaring lovely and carefree… She rolled her eyes back signaling a meeting place for her and the speedy larva.

Positioned as she was on the concrete steps outside her family’s home, her bare thighs beneath a bubbled skirt sponged the moist morning damp from the cement. She lifted her torso to pull her skirt further beneath, finding instant warmth. Shrieking suddenly erupted on the far side of a cloud where light bleached the sky. She glanced heavenward, again, whispering, From where did such a shrill sound emanate? She saw nothing above but thin strands of fog puff rising, wispy pieces of cloud here and there. Ah, if only I could dangle lazily like that, caught on sky dust.

Hairs on her neck prickled from the now all too familiar presence of someone else, watching. Had she been wearing spiritual goggles she could have seen angels battling, fiery swords thrust and flashing, for control over events? She studied the creature who understood metamorphosis as well as she.

A savage thought seized her, Kick him, squash him with your shoe. The rusty screen door behind clanged with a breeze before she could obey. Squeaking cooled her murderous instinct. A Japanese beetle shifting back and forth on its posterior, legs swimming in silver dotted oxygen, rolled past her toes. Each part of the day had colors attached, early dawn was heavy, like gold and gray metals. Pre-school hours were dull browns, while afternoons shone with a variety of pinks. Evening was coffee with cream. Nights exploded with lemon and lime surrealism.

She inspected army ants, marching dutifully past her as if to war, carting tiny bits of gnawed leaf. Her tongue delivered a spoonful of saliva to an index finger which she used to draw a line dividing their path. Power-lust.

A child’s world although small, was also huge in the manner by which the Lilliputian film could unfold. There was something wonderful, but grotesque in the way a little machine could eyeball the surrounding vista and spew it back out, a perfect visual copy. Copies upon copies, upon copies. Like gazing at yourself into infinity through the iris of a mirror. The sounds and colors could be authentic reproductions, or adjusted to reflect consecutive modes. Everything could be made so vivid that no adult would dare listen or look too long. It was a closed realm belonging only to wee ones.

Ha, she pondered, I’ve upset their radar, she assumed what could be done to ants could also be done to bees. Iddy-biddy beings that lived in colonies like copy-cats…that swarmed out of the iris in the mirror by the droves.

She remembered attending a football (soccer) game once with her parents. Confused cheerleaders dispersed when thunder cracked overhead. A bolt of supercharged lightning fell from the sky like a wobbly finger, protracted, a scratched image against the background of our atmosphere. As if our planet’s horizon was a blackboard and angels used chalk with erasers to send coded messages. The pointed, bent finger stabbed a naked football, laying in the field all alone, no mud dressing it, piercing the leather. A mystery figure swooped down from behind a fluffy lump of sun to retrieve the ball, like hands groping for the best snack at a dinner party. She squeezed her eyes to see if cream cheese or an olive lay far out upon the field, smeared over a loose cracker, but there was nothing. Not even a sugar cube, or a napkin.

She let the finger recoil back into the cosmos from whence it came. Distracted by a baffled soldier ant, she noted him pushing his squadron into formation over her left shoe. Before she could fully grasp what was happening, her feet were covered in crawlers. She stepped briskly, shaking her arches like a Spanish dancer. Hordes met an early death when encountering the major calamity, crashing to the ground beneath.

She layed in a lawn chair her mother used to ‘grill herself’ or ‘get a tan’ on sunny days. The plastic cover was splitting and rubber padding had begun to express itself.

Ants camouflaged on her black Mary Jane shoes which was galling. She leaped from the chair to drag them through the lawn. Escaping sting-free, only one or two evaporated under the crunch of her bullfighting prance. It was as if they were experts on how to attack the enemy, clever buggers.

For her sixth birthday, Lauren Olivia wore her new white embroidered socks enhanced with a hint of violet tint. Daddy Cash invited her on a scenic drive past Cambridge to celebrate. She adorned the sides of her head with the lilac earrings her Granny sent from the States. Bells on a matching charm bracelet rattled their chimes to stir her spirit.

Cash started through the door which propelled Lauren airborne. What? he queried. Her mother Rose was calling him. What is it? I’m in a hurry. We’re late! The door slammed as he scurried back in the house to speak with his wife. Lauren lingered next to her father’s vehicle door where she spied herself in the tilted side view mirror.

A covey of Starlings scattered past. The eyes in her reflection gawked.

With military precision she practiced standing tall, shoulders straight, tummy sucked in. Yesterday her mother muttered an outlandish insult while they were shopping. Lauren you pose as if you just gave birth to a jellyfish. Lauren pretended to be someone else when her mother said such peculiar things in public. She fantasized herself a pinkish-blue blob with a thumb in its mouth, a beached infant squish-ca-bob.

Early bird gets the worm, Rose clicked as Cash bolted from her sight.

Does she love me or not? he asked. People claimed she spoke harshly in his absence. She often accused others of not being able to tolerate ‘constructive criticism,’ yet she was the most defensive person he’d ever known. Pointing to her- flaws resulted in an extreme backlash. Reluctant to label her as ‘cruel,’ he frequently rubbed the nape of his neck, scourged by bitter slurs. He complained to a mutual acquaintance who responded, Rose chatters with a certain irony, as if her words have ringworm. They go round and round infecting others who likewise believe her false accusations.

No one knew that Rose was studying the Apocrypha, a book of supposed hidden messages, originally between two major testaments. It was eliminated from the 1611 version of the Bible. (Ultimately abandoned by the British and American Bible Societies of the 1800’s after considerable debate.) No one could accuse Rose of studying the Bible. She only had an interest in seeking details of Jesus life, as a boy or young man, prior to his ‘coming out’ to greet the sin-filled world. She believed God to be in control of His letter to believers and thus, chose what would be included in scripture. The Word is Alive, Rose would remember hearing a priest once say when she attended mass It is the mind of God speaking to us across the generations. King James commissioned the 1600’s English printed version of the Bible, in hopes of uniting all religious factions threatening civil war. It dramatically impacted the English speaking world.

Remaining Biblical books delivered significant messages of a supreme nature. Most agree that this information has some truth. If nothing else, they are rich with historical material. While the Apocrypha’s books were eliminated from the final Hebrew Bible, they were included in most Greek versions.

Had anyone pulled back the covers on Rose’s bed after Cash and Lauren left, they would have seen a newly published book titled, SURELY YOU DON’T BELIEVE GOD EXISTS! It was yet another of the many publications being introduced to a mainstream audience as valid when they debunked the King of the Universe and His Son. Rose considered herself spiritual from time to time, perhaps religious, but there were also long periods in which she lacked any interest in such matters. Elements in society made her feel foolish for believing in God as she sought to prove His existence. Friends nagged about her faith.

In Acts 20:35 Jesus says, It is more blessed to give than to receive. But none of the four major gospels appeared to record Him as saying such. There were numerous reasons why the books of the Apocrypha were composed, other than to solve the curiosity of the world’s citizens. They wanted to know why Jesus did this or that, said this or that, and what motivated Him. The Apocrypha’s Book of Thomas details an incident in which a child threw a stone at Jesus. Jesus supposedly responded, You shall not finish your course, or something similar. Depending upon personal perspectives, you could argue the incident as a comment made in line with his normal reasoning…or totally out of character. None of the other gospels mentions the event. When none could confirm the truth, the Book of Thomas was rejected. Other books could be trusted as truthful regarding Christ’s life.

Lauren hoped her father would not notice the hint of rouge she sketched on her cheeks. He’d see the car’s bent mirror which would annoy him, but he wasn’t particularly observant when it came to his only child. Placing second to a possession, she was never permitted to touch his heavenly space car. Finally, impulsively, rebellion won with a firm shove. Power-hush, UFO on smush wheels, stroked secretly. Cash opened the hefty door on the passenger side. Lauren entered ladylike. She slid across the wide expanse of the seat in his 1957 black and white Chevy BelAir, his dream jewel. Lugging a shirt tail from inside his pants, he expunged fingerprints from the mirror, polishing the glassy surface with the cloth. After a little while he began to whistle a tune from his teen years. Lauren sighed with relief. Unzipping his navy blue uniform trousers, he stuffed his shirt tail in, belting himself around the middle where his belly was starting to protrude.

Noting a few surface scratches on the door near the key hole, he dashed into the garage for a polishing kit. He did his own body work and the polish supplied a perfect match for the paint. When he buffed the slight marring, it looked new again. Every self respecting owner of a prized vehicle carried such materials with them on trips. He was known as a ‘natural’ when it came to engines or machines and how they functioned. Both she and Rose wished Cash would not spend so much time working on his car, when he could be sharing weekends with them. They wished he’d develop other interests, but friends often sought him to work on their vehicles, developing the fastest race cars or the most powerful jet planes. He carefully wrapped his beauty supplies back in a chamois, replacing it in the garage. Friends also acknowledged Cash as an ‘artist’ when it came to his magical abilities to restore the original craftsmanship.

With the key in the ignition and the car in park, he floored the gas pedal. Lions under the hood roared. Anyone sleeping around here, he sneered, is awake now! He tarried so the engine could warm, revving it every couple of minutes. The incessant clamor provoked neighborhood dogs to bark. The pony-sized Irish wolfhound next door whined as his mind buckled from the racket.

Acid singed the lining of Lauren’s stomach when her dad thrust the car into reverse and backed out onto their street, Saturn Lane. Cash punched the horn he installed which quacked goose-like to say good-bye to his wife. Every resident petitioned him to disconnect the ‘ducky-hoot,’ but Cash found it too entertaining.

Lauren pictured her mother beneath the bedcovers, an enormous pillow over her head muffling the hullabaloo. Now that they were gone, taking the raucous with them, Rose could safely hibernate. Little did any of them know that a fallen angel, a demon, was hovering over the vehicle as it drove along the highway, exiting upon a country lane, traveling towards a military base where Cash was installed.

He planned to stop at the PX and purchase his daughter her first big girl bike. A wide smile crossed his face as he pondered how she’d look balancing on training wheels when learning to operate the bicycle. He wondered if he’d be able to teach her to ride or if the skill would be best achieved by his wife. Would he find the pink bike she requested? There were a few extra things Rose had asked him to buy for their daughter as well. Lauren had reached the age where she was beginning to enjoy costume jewelry and hairstyles, as well as special trendy fashions with purses and matching shoes.

Meanwhile the demon had other plans for them…in fact he was communing with co-conspirators at that very moment….

Back home, Rose was stuffing a third pillow beneath her head. Two demons were at her side now, teasing each other competitively. They debated the best method for taunting her when she finished her research. They were prepared to invalidate anything she confirmed. Rose switched on a bedside reading lamp. Picking up another book, this one titled, THE AUTHORITY BEHIND FALSE IDEOLOGIES…she was grateful Cash had not detected her extensive number of reading materials. People normally viewed them free of charge from the Net, or for a nominal fee. Prices had elevated so much in recent months, collecting them had become much more difficult…Book clubs were popular for trading materials. It had become a luxury to own hand-held books. She lay back scanning pages and then landed on, Fallen angels are divine messengers created by God who rebelled against His authority and were cast from heaven. Evil angels sought revenge on humanity to insult Christ. They hoped that when Jesus returned He would not find many souls in His corner. They did everything conceivable to support their leader the devil instead of Christ, Revelation 12:7-9. While some supposed Satan’s power to be lessened in the latter days, it had instead increased. Mankind was living in an era of selfishness which served as an idol…the source of all crime, sins and wicked behaviors.

Rose spiraled from her bed when hail hit her window, large hail had become so common it created new, popular industries providing many jobs, especially good for those who due to numerous closings remained out of work, with a low, fixed income. For years hail was considered to have reached its maximum size, which was phenomenal, when it simply knocked out windshields or windows. But, as time progressed, hail had gone from quarter size to that of a baseball, and now it was up to five pounds or more per stone. Would it get any bigger? Surely it would not. (But, described in one of the Biblical plagues in the book of Revelation, it would be much, much larger.) It was now destroying vehicles and homes, along with businesses, quicker than people thought possible. Sudden hail storms usually came out of nowhere, primarily in summer, causing tremendous damage. Persons at work, living in apartments, at hotels or out shopping when hail storms struck could no longer risk the hazards developing from exposure. Road construction crews hastened to build strong netted areas over highways so that persons might hopefully drive beneath them for protection when such storms were on the horizon. If they couldn’t reach a hail-net bridge rapidly enough, they might dash outside to grab a ‘carry in-hand hail net’ to install over a window or other fragile surface. Some vehicle owners paid heavily to affix flat metal insets that would roll up and prevent windows from shattering if only they could engage them rapidly. Sometimes hail hit before a vehicle could find protection, often severely injuring or killing inhabitants. New car models now came with built-ins.

Cash had thought about going into business with a co-worker installing metal fabrication meshing that would fix into a hard holding pattern within a minute or two, giving the car protection in a storm targeted area. It required a full-time commitment he was unable to make, as it was, his job had frequently taken him into orbit, to the star constellation Orion…He was the only man known to make the journey and return alive. His presence was required in case of an emergency when Ships from another dimension had been sighted publicly and contact had been made. People were fearful regarding the future of such space vehicles which were superior to anything man had conceived. When he first joined the military service he was currently involved with, he had to sign strict documents giving the military total control over all his inventions. Anything he implemented automatically belonged to them. Even though he initially kept his hail-free protection devices secret, he had to turn over the concept with construction details free of charge within a short time.

The U.S. government in concert with numerous other governments was referred to by the average person as MOG. MOG had a mind, a presence, with rules and a pulse all its own. It was the largest religio-industrial, military economic complex in the world. New arms and hands were being added to it almost daily. The reach stretched far beyond anything the Constitution or the Patriot Act had originally covered.

Rose rushed to adjust a special power knob Cash had invented to reduce the impact of hail on the outer areas of their home. It was designed to work without electricity or alternate power source. Now that she’d set it in motion, nothing could interfere, so that the home was protected. She could hear the weight of hail stones crashing against their roof, It must be fifty pound chunks this time, she said to herself. At one point people worried about having enough flood insurance, but now it was stones that fell from the sky that demanded the most coverage, a high insurance fee only MOG could offer.

MOG kept urging people to join so they’d have a ‘chicken in every pot’ so to speak. They promised peace, no more wars, and all kinds of blessings. Members were assured prosperity, a home, education, health care, jobs with union protection, a vehicle, food and fuel, if only they’d give the socialist their loyalty. Cash said he saw the handwriting on the wall, terminology from the book of Daniel. It means, Rose, He said, That once they have us in their grip, they won’t let go. We’ll lose every right or privilege we’ve lived and died to preserve over the centuries. It’s a highly deceptive trick. Rose didn’t agree, but she wouldn’t dare argue with the master. It wasn’t worth it to be stung by his clever conversational tactics. She was hopeful Cash and Lauren had found safekeeping from the storm. She was grateful to have a husband well-versed in every aspect of engineering. Within minutes she returned to the book she was studying.

She opened to a chapter regarding heavenly judgment of the demons or fallen angels, just as it also provided for humans. This heavenly judgment was known as the GREAT WHITE THRONE JUDGMENT wherein each and every creature of God comes before Him to face their sins, including everything they ever said or did, the actions they had not repented for. Mathew 25:32-34 tells us, And before Him shall be gathered all Nations: and He shall separate them one from another, as a shepherd divideth his sheep from the goats: And He shall set the sheep on His right hand, but the goats on the left. Then shall the King say unto them on His right hand, Come, ye blessed of My Father, inherit the kingdom prepared for you from the foundation of the world.

Then shall He say also unto them on the left hand, ‘DEPART FROM ME, YE CURSED, INTO THE EVERLASTING FIRE, (It’s referred to as an Everlasting Fire because it extinguishes all memory of those who perish in it forever…) PREPARED FOR THE DEVIL AND HIS ANGELS: FOR I WAS AN HUNGERED AND YE GAVE ME NO MEAT: I WAS THIRSTY AND YE GAVE ME NO DRINK: I WAS A STRANGER, AND YE TOOK ME NOT IN: NAKED, AND YE CLOTHED ME NOT. SICK, AND IN PRISON AND YE VISITED ME NOT.’ (Matthew 25:41-43)

Humm, she marveled, Genesis 6:1-4 refers to the ‘SONS OF GOD.’ While some among the faithful consider themselves to be included as SONS OF GOD, in the New Testament Bible it is a term for all those led by the spirit of God, as in Romans 8:14. However, the Old Testament verses of Genesis chapter 6 refer to the fallen angels or demons. In Jude verse 6, we are told they will be held in chains until the Day of Judgment. It was definitely thought provoking. (Hail falling made the outside regions of her home appear to be a battlefield. She instinctively ducked at times to avoid being crushed by huge stones, under their imagined weight.) Her search for understanding of these ‘SONS OF GOD’ in Genesis chapter 6, made it very clear they were fallen angels who had rebelled and were cast out with their leader, Satan. These angels, ‘left their first estate in heaven’ fallen to earth and saw beautiful human females whom they would take as wives and bear children with. These children, Nephilim, were often extraordinarily tall and violent. As Geber or Giants, they were labeled ‘men of renown.’ As far as Rose was concerned, these Nephilim also called Emim or Raphaim, were bowling in the clouds, making noises like rolling thunder.

She strolled into the kitchen to prepare more hot chocolate, and pondering the famed story of David killing the Philistine Giant with his simple slingshot a highly superior weapon in well practiced hands. As an example of the force and influence giants could have in those days, this specific one a Philistine, Goliath who is described in I Samuel 17:4-10, badgered Judah’s citizens (Israelites) by holding fear over their heads. The young shepherd boy David came forth to challenge Goliath, knowing God was on his side. In First Samuel 17:45, Then said David to the giant, Thou comest to me with a sword, and with a spear, and with a shield: but I come to thee in the name of the Lord of hosts, the God of the armies of Israel, whom thou hast defied. This day the Lord shall deliver thee into mine hand; and I will smite thee, and take thine head from thee. David then dragged Goliath’s head back to camp where it was buried at the ‘rock of the skull’ (or Golgotha) on mount Calvary. As written, David collected five smooth stones for his slingshot, did he forget that God would protect him despite his weapon of choice against the giant’s full set of armor? Or was it perhaps because David knew Goliath had four brothers in battle with him, all giants as well? No momentary lack of faith.

Returning to her cozy reading post, she pursued more data. If only Cash would talk about his trip into the skies. She overheard a military doctor, a psychiatrist, discussing her husband’s reaction to what he encountered in the cosmos…it was not pleasant. She wished she’d been able to see into other dimensions Paul spoke of in his missionary work. It would have to wait for now, at least until she could perform more substantial research. Ezekiel, an ox-cart driver in a primitive century, ran into a highly polished bronze UFO, an unidentified flying object, with life forms inside. He did his best to describe it in the first chapter of his book.

Unbeknownst to her…demons were gathering around her home, causing far more destruction than she ever anticipated. Outside they ripped trees from their roots in the ground to sail through the yard. Large stones pounded gardens into the soil, shredding vegetables. They broke through the roof, but as yet she was unaware of any internal wreckage. She turned back to additional pages regarding the giants. These races of giants are first documented in Genesis the first book of the Bible, where they are said to have existed with many other races of humans God created on the sixth day, Adam was created in the Garden on the eighth day, he was created to bring forth the lineage that would lead to Jesus. These ‘Men of Renown’ traveled the earth, primarily in the Old Holy Roman Empire, as well as the Middle East, Orient and Northern Africa. The original Roman Empire included large parts of Europe. Offspring of human females and fallen angels were said to be god-like beings called ‘mighty men,’ probably due to their great size and height. Rose read that God was grieved in His heart and loathed this wickedness that had befallen earth, and would think to destroy them. (Genesis 6:4-7) Raphain, from the manuscripts (Rapha or ‘fallen’) as they were heavenly angels who rebelled with Satan and likewise cast to earth. Revelation 12:3-4 tells us, And the tail of the great Dragon (Satan) drew a third part of the stars of heaven, and did cast them to earth. (Throughout the Bible ‘Angels’ are referred to as ‘Stars.’) These offspring as violent giants resided in Canaan, Edam, Moab and Amman. Some giants, especially of African descent, had extra digits on their hands and feet. (II Samuel 21:20) Also known as Emims in Deuteronomy 2:11 and Zamzummims in Deuteronomy 2:20, KING OG OF BASHON is said to be among the last of these giants to exist. (Deuteronomy 3:11) The Bible relates to his height by mentioning his iron bed, 13 cubits long and 4 cubits wide. (A cubit being the average length of a man’s arm, from the finger-tip to the elbow.) Yet young David, armed only with a crude sling and smooth stone needed to do was strike the Giant Goliath between the eyes…it was to the Giant like a silver bullet in the heart is to a vampire.

Moses sent a dozen men to spy on the Giants who returned terrified, claiming they’d seen men so tall it made them feel like grasshoppers in Numbers 13:33. Deuteronomy 9:2 describes a people ‘great and tall’ called the ANAK, or descendants thereof. Ten of the spies were so upset by what they saw they spent the entire night weeping, whining and whimpering. Only Joshua and Caleb demanded their people take the land for themselves, despite the presence of these giants.

Cash listened to his vehicle’s radio while Lauren gazed out a side passenger window. Her dad whistled happily to the beat of the tunes. He was like a kid, bigger than her, but not much older. Condensation soon blocked her view. She found a cigarette package crumpled in the door’s ashtray and used it to clear the frosted glass, replacing the trash before her father noticed. Droopy-eyed cows languidly munched emerald stalks in the fields. Mist stormed through heather in the distance, while bold swamp creatures stepped from the marshes. The smoke of fine rain hid hundreds of faceless phantoms. Tripping over each other in a hurry to reach her, Lauren beheld their shrouds toss to and fro in the wind. About to sniffle and confide in her father, she stared at them by the side of the road. They were like cards stacked at the finish line of a poker game. They want to touch me, she thought, To take me. It’s some sort of game.

She saw herself being lifted with her vision covered and swept away. Far, far away for a long, long time. She was in trees, with brightly colored birds, and clouds that were so high she could never reach them, even in her own little spaceship. But, it was only a flash camera moment.

A new song interrupted her angst. Her body twitched from high voltage rhythm while wrenching forward to shout, Cash sipped hastily from a polished flask and made a half-hearted attempt to hide it in his lap. The stench of bourbon sailed past like a kite rising on gut string. She rubbed the edge of her nostrils with a fist, stinkmold on tingling flesh. He burped. Gas bloated air caused the kite to drift upward, spreading the rank fruitiness throughout their bulbous, rotund transport.

Daddy, daddy, she asserted over the howl of the engine, the sweat of the radio. I can make up a word to match every sound I hear, I like to write songs in my head. Do you do that, too?

Cobalt eyes reflected in the rearview mirror, to lasso her stare. Sure, pumpkin, sure. A big fish face opened to reveal a smile. Baby split moonbeams pierced the gold buttons of his U.S. Air Force Military Blues. Light rays collapsed, the scene shattered. She scooted deeper into the viscous seat which pinched her chubby legs. Gyrating left to right, she secured the hem of her purplish patterned dress. She caught herself counting out the checks in patterns, as if jumping over tiny blocks in hopscotch. Then she resumed observing the movie, the mystical English countryside as it continued to whirl past.

Pain slammed her lids shut. She visualized a dark-skinned native naked, except for a band about his waist and elephant ear foliage covering his genitalia. He was visiting her thoughts to spear ideas. I wish I could leave my body and go back. Why do I have a longing to return somewhere? Why do I feel as if I’m trapped within myself? I want to sail like the big fish, soar like the birds.

The ache quickly rescinded breaking into pieces, as it evaporated. Her eyes traced raindrops on the gravity slide, racing down the glass, forming highways. She gazed into the iron-steel sky longingly. I want to go home, she pondered. I want to fly in Paradise and leave myself behind. The windshield wipers gloated with the clank, clunk beat they make, sweeping rain to one side. It was as if her daddy’s car had hair it combed past the brow, black and greasy. In reality, it slid across the front glass. The vehicle routed from the shower while dark clouds hustled to expose additional daylight.

She sighed as the transport sped over hills, lifting wheels from the road. Her dad sped fast on old country lanes with potholes and bumps and things his Chevy could leap. It made her tummy jump. When the lane was smooth again she slept.

A dream revealed a sunny day with the kitchen door of her family’s cottage wide open, yielding. The horizon beckoned her to come, to skip outdoors. Her daddy Cash was leaning over the hood of his beloved automobile partially buried inside the engine’s frame. Swallowed up by his hobby.

Milky blonde curls bounced on her shoulders as she balanced atop pebbles and shell fragments layering the driveway. A ballerina on a rocky shore. Sea breezes and wind snores, robust ocean air, raised the flowered apron of her sundress like an umbrella while she swirled higher and higher. Ballooning, she scanned the rooftops of houses, damp towels waving on backyard clothes lines, blue-black crows perched in trees with clouds transforming. Dropping in her parachute dress, she spun to the ground, arms to her side, I am a lighthouse. A beacon of light shone from her. It passed through the prism of a dragonfly’s wing before nestling against her daddy’s hunched back.

Her father emerged from the interior of his touring machine when she wailed, sharp arrows stabbing her legs. His lanky body fanned north and south until he stood over six feet. Shaking her with devil language spilling from his mouth gutter, his inflated torso blocked the sun eclipsing it…for a moment he was on smog fire. She pressed her nose into the freshly starched collar of his white linen shirt with the sleeves rolled up. She wept clinging to his chest. Carting her to Rose, he cursed both of them, kamikaze wasps buzzing their heads. Out of nowhere, breaking into the sonata of her childhood, joyrobbers hit.

Lauren woke, swaying in her seat, the car heaving along a narrow road. Rain curled back into the upper atmosphere leaking a rainbow into a nearby glen. Dust stuck to a window in dry creek beds. She tried to recall details of the dream, but there was a blank space in her memory, parts of the tape erased. Her fantasy world dissolved into bits and pieces. Sometimes she could quilt remnants of dreams together again in enchanting patterns. Like the odd compositions past and future weave in the patchwork of old family photographs. But, this dream had been a nightmare.

Thoughts wound back to her mother, Rose. Lauren envied her smooth black hair, a crown of slick from a starless night. Short styles frame the features of our faces, she explained to Lauren when snipping her curls. Lauren didn’t like short hair, it made her feel masculine.

It exaggerates sadness locked within the eyes, a friend responded. Her mother thought privately how long hair could welcome the Nephilim, or Geber, attracting them to human females for impregnating. These giants of yester year had disappeared, in Noah’s flood, but were returning now. They would come again full force, seeking unprotected women to bear their children. She was sure of it…having access to her husband’s private library, she read many books on the capture or kidnapping of humans by space aliens (mostly demons) who performed experiments with their genitalia, with pregnancy, and unknown things. It was as if space aliens were visiting earth to hold biology labs. These creatures were doing medical type work on their victims…the human men and the women. Why? For what purpose? She could only speculate.

Earlier earth eras defined the behavior of Demons when bearing half human children. After all, Eve had lusted in the symbolic, ‘forbidden fruit syndrome,’ II Corinthians 11:3 tells us she was, ‘wholly seduced’ (from the Greek, ‘exapatao’ for our word ‘beguiled’) by Satan and had bore him a son, called Cain, along with his fraternal twin, (It’s a medical fact that twins are sometimes born of two different fathers, or Heteropaternal) Abel, who was Adam’s true son. When Cain killed Abel out of jealousy over his favor with God, God cast Cain out east of Eden into the territory now primarily known as Iran. The original Eden on earth covered much of southern Iraq. There is no mention of an apple in the entire book of Genesis, which is earth’s earlier history, covering among many things, another Earth Era.

The scriptures warn females to wear a veil, a symbolic gesture, referring to the ‘Spirit of God’ to shield them from demons flying overhead. Women with this protection were knowledgeable regarding God and Christ and the Word, and for the Laws of God. Women who lacked this shield were targets for demons, (fallen angels) which will soon be a much more dangerous position than at any other time in the planet’s history. As before the great flood these soon-coming fallen angels’ sole purpose is to once again procreate and fill the earth with a vast majority of wicked beings. Just as they had done in Noah’s time, until God could find only eight of Adams pure lineage, Noah, his wife, three sons and their wives. It grieved God to destroy the entire Earth in the flood. As a child, Rose wore an actual veil or hat over her head to Mass as did other respectable women. It wasn’t a real hat or scarf that they needed, however, it was more like the blood put out on doorposts when the Death Angel flew over to kill the firstborn male children from Exodus 12:7-29. Those who had this protection on their doors were able to save their male children from slaughter. Likewise now, those who are knowledgeable about God and Christ, the Godhead, have an invisible mark in their foreheads which only God and His angels can perceive.

Rose was haunted by a desire to wear a veil on her rare visits to a church. But she didn’t cave-in. She read the Word of God now and then. (If she were honest, she’d admit to her laziness.) Not that she necessarily believed knowledge would shield her from harm, but rather that she would not become a victim of Satan’s true religion, SUPERSTITION. This was her guarantee against demonic intervention…a way she could trust in the Covenants of God (a Covenant being a promise). She now knew that the only way to assure total safety was to cover herself with the knowledge of God and Christ, with the Holy Spirit and the Word of God, so that she could feel secure. Spiritual awareness included love and praise for the Lord which she had not quite attained.

Preachers were heard speaking about the release of demons en masse back into the earth’s atmosphere from whence they were once chained, to engage as many humans as possible into temptation. The more devastating the better. Ultimately God had multiple dimensions in His universe, only a few were made known to humans over time. If the devil and his demons could impregnate enough women, he could bring about a population explosion that would stymie the universe with its evil intents. The irony was that Rose didn’t believe the devil existed?

Cash was speeding along merrily when a sudden event caused him to slam the brakes. A farmer on a tractor pulled out from the side of a barn at the last second. He instinctively tried to block Lauren from hitting anything with his right arm, but he wasn’t quick enough. Her brow struck a sharp object, bleeding profusely. He hurried to examine her vision, both feet on the brake pedal, hoping her eyes had not been injured…so far they appeared to be safe although the rush of blood was almost overwhelming.

The farmer disembarked rushing on aged runners, limping towards them. Cash brought his car to a screeching halt inches away from the thresher. He was shrieking through the door window, which was fully open, his voice teetering, his nose hogged within the frame. Language indiscernible.

Hideous demons standing by giggled invisibly, with delight. One tripped the farmer in the mud, watching him cut his head on a sharp rock. Then Cash tripped over the farmer, who was squealing and murmuring. Cash yelled, Shut up! Shut up, Man! He was boggled by the accident, booze, and his daughter’s trouble. The farmer now tugged at the car door, his head dripping wet, as sludge mixed with blood on the tip of his chin and nose. He tried to angle himself inside the Chevy behind Cash, as if to get to Lauren so he could appraise the situation. His words had now changed, becoming more coherent, as he squabbled attempting to form an appropriate apology.

I’m sorry, so sorry, the man repeated, We could tote the lass to me farm, me wife could stitch her… Cash whipped his car left and then to the right, like a rope snapping back and forth, until the farmer was thrown from the vehicle. He barely missed being smacked by the slamming door. Cash pressed the accelerator causing his car to plunge forward, leaving the poor farmer in the dust and muck. His hat had blown off…demons were chasing…laughing while blowing and kicking it further down the lane. To the casual observer, it was like someone was knocking it forward with a foot…as the demons were unseen. Cash eyed the transactions in the mirror, chuckling to himself in a sinister fashion. He saw the man being trailed, dashing, bending to grasp his fish-labeled hat as it was raised…as if by wind…until it was completely sky born. He tipped, grabbing at it a couple of times. Then he searched the ground for a stone, forming a fist, to throw it at Cash…or the impetus. But, remembering the little girl, he let the weapon fall…and to roll…to prevent any more harm from coming at her. He didn’t wish to hurt Lauren worse than she’d already been injured. As Cash drove off, the farmer was shouting something but the sound was drowned out by the roar of the engine and its squawking horn. Lauren’s sullen father had unfair hostility towards the tractor riding farmer…it was a mere mishap. He was only trying to repair the accidental degradation he caused. After all, the situation could have been much more tragic.

Cash consoled his previously moaning, seemingly lifeless daughter. Absorbing apprehension pulsing from his throat, she was inert. I’m often speeding…need to watch what I’m doing…it could be worse if I don’t slow…maybe she’s dead or dying. I could lose my child, Rose, my career, my life. Tear rivers blended with snot streams on the rim of his upper lip. I’m pitiful, pathetic, a grown man slurping. He wiped his nose with Lauren’s dress.

My life is reduced to short paragraphs, gone are future chapters, better study Morse code. S.O.S. Telegraph questions and answers. People don’t respect me enough to read past a comma never mind a semi-colon. Cash didn’t fully comprehend it at the time, but he’d stumbled on his own unique way of praying, privately in his own words.

Hold on sweetheart, he urged. We’re gonna’ get help soon. He’d driven this way many times before. There was a picturesque, one story hospital not too far down the road. He glanced in a rear view mirror. He could still see the farmer writhing in the dirt, striving to stand. It never occurred to Cash to offer assistance. He looked like a small dot on the horizon, seemingly in pain. Instead of helping the man, he let the farmer drift as he was punched and rolled by some unknown force. The man must have epilepsy Cash snarled. He also didn’t think God’s angels might be writing down his behavior or were they noting his actions, which could one day be called to God’s attention, if not repented for during the GREAT WHITE THRONE JUDGMENT?

With his daughter spread across his seat, her head in his lap, Cash recalled the Missouri farm roads of his youth. Like his much older brother Glen, he enjoyed country life in the United States, but both having abandoned their sickly parents and the farm at an early age. Farm life was lonely, hard grueling work. Glen went to Nevada to strike it rich in the silver mines, while Cash chose military service. When their dad, Arthur, put a bullet in himself, their mother moved to the city. Grief-stricken, she failed to consult her sons, trading the farm for a paltry home with no insulation.

Their dad, Arthur, was a miner, not by choice, but necessity during the Great Depression. That was when he first observed men ‘living quiet lives of desperation’ an idiom he stole from the pages of a Farmer’s Almanac. Black lung invaded, wheezing and difficulty breathing stole his self-reliance. Doctors were not familiar with the disease. They pronounced him weak with asthma. All his strength went to toiling on the farm. When he heard his wife was having an affair, he didn’t confront her. Love-sick he simply turned the love lights off. Some said, It was an axe-ci-dent…his wife married at age 15 to flee eight unruly brothers, in hopes of avoiding her boring unhappy life. Arthur was cleaning his gun and it dun went bang. Yearning for a better quality life, she ran off with another man. A neighbor hired her to nurse his sickly wife, telling her they’d have fun together once she died and the insurance money came in. Her lover made promises…but used her to assist to his own needs…When the insurance money come in he ‘upped and run.’ A neighbor revealed to Cash, Cheatin, Cheatin’ can keep the heart from beatin.’ Roll the dice and come up snake eyes. Arthur’s wife was left with a broken heart, scared and shaken by what she’d done in committing adultery. When she repented, she sought her husband’s forgiveness. But, by now, his heart was fractured. People couldn’t agree…was it suicide or not?

Cash was a grown man at the time, but as immature as a teenager. He didn’t quite understand. He hated his mother for what she’d done. Bolting back to act one, he was ashamed of his own distractions, furious for drinking, His conscience hid mud pockets. The bleeding on Lauren’s head adjourned. She stirred a couple of times, she was alive.

The antiquated hospital appeared in the distance. It was like toyland compared to America. He desired to return but there were important duties as a top secret cryptographer to attend to in Britain and for all of Europe. His commission had now extended into the Middle East and what was originally called the Old Holy Roman Empire.

Hold on darlin, he driveled. Daddy loves you. We’ll get you fixed up…you’ll be fine.

He snatched a cigarette from his pocket, locking it between his lips. He proudly fixed his gold engraved U.S. Air Force lighter to spread fire to the tobacco stick.

It was a gift for heroic efforts in fighting post-war communism…when the country was still a sovereign nation. Items from that era had become valuable trendy things to collect. But, the real truth had nothing to do with political idealism. CASH HAD BROKEN RADIO CODES FROM OTHER WORLDS. In the earliest years of the new century, U.S. scientists sent transmissions towards the bottom of the Big Dipper…from massive telescopic devices in Virginia. They directed messages towards the most heavily populated sector of planets or stars in the basin of that astral location. It’s the most likely place on the celestial map to transmit and receive messages, and for them to respond back to us, Cash had advised. It was shocking to global scientific teams in America when signals came back in the middle of the first decade. But, who could break the codes? Who could provide information regarding what the transmissions from other worlds were attempting to convey? Referred to as an ‘oddball’ or eccentric, he was respected as an authentic genius. I’ve come a long way from the old Missouri Farm Roads, he boasted. Starships away. He exhaled, inviting smoke to escape in faint streams…one of his most enjoyable habits.

With one hand on the steering wheel, he reached for his flask. He swerved into a curve barely missing the entrance. The Chevy’s tires paraded on to the parking lot as if prepared for a funeral, grieving under the weight of the vehicle, disturbed by the stammer of gravel. An idle nurse stared through the window as he hailed, "Hurry, Hurry, it’s an Emergency!"

The metallic flask was so luminous Lauren could detect her image. The ocean of red spread over her face, provoking fear. Now the cigarette hung from the corner of his bottom lip, far into the side crease…to remain dry when he took a swig.

This emergency room nurse read urgency like a road map. Cash kicked his car door open, scratching the shiny steel toe of his lizard cowboy boot. He whizzed past the nurse with his daughter. She caught up with him, extracting the girl from his arms, as she pushed a gurney toward the wall with her foot. She desired to examine the child from a closer perspective. When Cash felt ignored, he whined, It was an accident. Eh, I had to wallop the brakes.

Good Gosh, man! His breath was loaded with the scent ‘Spirits’ emit. Cash expected to stay with his daughter. Her head continued to leak tiny blood streams. He thought how snooty the English could be, even in urgent situations. The woman snatched the child from his sight. An upheld hand indicated he could not follow.

Cash turned in circles, one, two, three times. Then he sat in the empty reception area, except for a clerk at the check-in desk. He chose a sports magazine on soccer from a corner table. As soon as he sat down to relax, the nurse-clerk asked him to join her, I just need to ask a few questions. Do you have private health insurance through the global military network? Of course he did. Everyone associated with the military had the same premium coverage, better than the average Brit had for himself. When Cash nodded to the affirmative, she asked to see his identification. Taking the laminated card from his wallet, and slapped it on the counter. She gave him ‘a look’ as to say aren’t you the rude Yank today? Many of the English resented those who had this health care because it was so much better than the socialized medicine they were forced to utilize. People could wait days, weeks or months for an appointment, or to be scheduled for surgeries, and were often misdiagnosed.

National financial problems had resulted in severe trials and tribulations. Plagues like AIDS, and other emerging diseases, caused a significant amount of new problems in both Britain and America. Americans were experimenting with various health care plans, none of which had proved beneficial so far…leaving the system in worse chaos than before. Hazardous conditions in seeking quality care led people to give up. They joined one of seven major death associations where companies put you to sleep without concern for the implications on society. Abortion had negatively impacted families causing people to lose respect for human life. They came to despise their own species. The same was now happening to the elderly who found themselves seriously mistreated. Those who could not afford any of the death agencies were committing suicide. Revelation tells of a time coming. In those days shall men seek death and will not find it, and shall desire to die, and death will flee from them.

Cash voted to oppose quarantine centers built next to airports and railway stations. More often than not they were primarily in remote locations. His side of the electorate lost on the issue. No one placed much trust in the election process believing it to be ‘fixed.’ He had hoped to preserve dignity and integrity for people of all ages. Most citizens however, felt it was best for the economy to reduce spending by eliminating contagious, disabled or elderly…non-contributing…citizens.

Meanwhile, Rose was at home nervously awaiting word from Cash. She’d called his boss to see if he arrived…or if there was knowledge of his whereabouts. It wasn’t like Cash to be out of touch for so long, especially when Lauren was with him. No one had seen him or knew where he was. Word from his Commander unnerved her when the man said he had not reported in. Rose acted as if Cash’s absence was not bothering her, yet it was…she had an ominous feeling…tingling through her scalp. She had wanted to delay them when departing, but she thought Cash would call her silly or stupid, so she said nothing. Lauren was dreaming about a bike…how could she ask her child not to go? Cash would have mocked her….

Rose cursed the world for not inventing a sophisticated, safe cell phone which would not harm plants and animals, including humans. Preserving personal health care was a directive for all humans who did not want to end up crippled, or in quarantine or with dangerous illnesses. Cancer was found to be caused by a complicated viral cell formation. Cell phones were found to cause tumors. Radio waves drew carcinogens into the machines, the phones or whatever, and focused them together for an intensified effect. They had been banned almost worldwide, especially when it was discovered they were wiping out small animal and insect populations such as with bats and bees. Plants were seriously defiled. Those who had engaged cell phones close to their heads were now dying out rapidly due to these tumors.

The United Nations ENVIRONMENTAL DIVISION had become the world’s largest employer. They provided their own pope, dedicated to spiritual worship of the planet. It was a return to pagan times, when previous long time eras had brought about earth worship and enhanced idolatry. Virtually everyone was forced to obey the complex laws put into effect by the U.N. Environmental division. Since the rules were changing almost daily with new scientific discoveries it was difficult to keep up. The New Age movement had anticipated the changes, however, and planned for them with the development of GAIA or New Age interplanetary worship. Only a limited number of permits were issued each year so patrons could still access the cell phones, but the vast majority was banned. When phones were mostly eliminated due to inherent problems, the U.N. went one step further to compel people to return to the ‘party line’ system of the 1950’s. People complained but there was nothing they could do. The U.N. created a new tyranny for the world and no one dared come up against it. Had Cash been able to access a cell phone, she and he could have remained ‘in touch.’ All phones, regardless of the type, were scanned for conversational merit by the global military installation.

Rose, like other persons, was provided with a monthly allotment of fruits and vegetables according to the new statutes. She had to learn the best recipes, ones in which foods would last, and that might deliver superior nutrition. Top soil had eroded to the point it lacked nutritional value. MOG offered citizens vitamin based solutions to enhance nutritional levels, but they were costly. Meat also had a special allotment based on the latest health standards from the United Nations. Virtually all the new plagues were coming from animals, mad cow disease, chicken or bird flu, swine flu, were only a few of them. Each of these dominant diseases was producing cell adaptations to form new illnesses.

All Rose could do, she finally decided, was wait. Patience is a virtue, she struggled. She read parts of her book probably authored during a period of intense Jewish persecution. Referring to different time periods, Apocryphas began when Judah rebelled against the oppression of foreign