Finding Peace
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This is a story about Andrea Evans who has been successful, both personally and professionally. After several life-altering losses, along with the arrival of Covid-19, she has hit her breaking point. She has considered all options, including suicide. While living off of anti-anxiety and anti-depressants, she is searching for "peace" in all the wrong places. Even her primary care physician has cut her off. When she attempts to go elsewhere, she feels a presence that causes her to flee for safety. She soon learns that her prayers had been answered. Which prayers and for what purpose is yet to be determined.
A "Man" with a mission, speaks to her heart. He makes her consider the relationship she has with God and how it has changed. He takes her to Heaven as an "Invited Guest" to witness the trial of man. The Adversary is seeking the judgment of man due to man's inhumanity to man. He raises several issues including the breakdown of the family including the fatherless home. He continues with environmental hazards, climate change, global warming, development of weapons of mass destruction, refugee camps, slavery, racism, injustice, etc. Even the killing of George Floyd gives insight into the mind of man.
The question that the trial of man raises is whether man should be judged now and not at the appointed hour. Also considered are the consequences of man's actions which includes the fact that one-third of all living animals in the seas, rivers and oceans have been killed off. Or the fact that one-third of all trees, plants and grass have been ravaged by forest fires and other disasters. Fresh drinking water for many has been depleted forcing some to drink bitter water. And, various stars, almost a third, are missing from our night sky. These smaller questions began to point to the larger one. Had the four trumpets from the book of Revelations blown and whether we have yet to witness the effects of the last three trumpets?
Andrea Evans discovers who is this mysterious man and how he has protected her over the years. She meets other "Invited Guests" like herself: Ishita is from a village near New Delhi, India. She had been raped by a group of men which alters her life. Ho Sung born in the Hoeryong Concentration Camp in North Korea witnesses' atrocities, yet he manages to escape. Ling from Thailand is raised in a brothel and becomes a child prostitute. Simba from Sudan was a child soldier taught to arm the vests of suicide bombers. And Oliver who went from one foster home to the next in Mobile, Alabama. Eventually he ran away to sell drugs in New York City. A murder attempt on his life altered his outcome.
Andrea Evans learns that the life that she wanted to give up on was actually a blessed life. Yet, she may be at risk of losing it. After her visit to Heaven, she must discern the call that is upon her life. In fact, all of the "Invited Guest" must discover the call upon their lives. They each were picked for a specific reason. Through this journey, Andrea Evans soon realizes that no one is what they seem. Surprises lurk around each corner. And, her call will require her strength, wisdom and understanding.
AS Brooks, JD
A. S. Brooks, JD, is an author writing inspirational, compelling and thought-provoking fiction and nonfiction stories. She hopes to elevate, uplift and enrich the reader. She has written "Finding Peace, a novel", "Why Women Can Teach and Preach the Word of God", "Starting Over with God's Grace and Mercy" and the companion piece, "Starting Over with God's Grace and Mercy - Table Top Companion." Her fictional stories are entertaining and engaging with unexpected story lines and unusual characters. While her nonfictional writings are meant to address societal issues facing all of us. She holds three degrees including a Juris-Doctorate, Bachelor of General Studies with Emphasis in Real Estate Finance and Personnel Management as well as an Associates of Applied Science. She is a Civil Mediator, a Settlement Conference Attorney as well as a Life Coach. She formed Brooks Books, Inc. with the desire to help others to succeed in expressing their creative, artistic and religious side. The services of Brooks Books include the following: Consulting on Book Publishing Editorial, Layout and Design Audiobook Services Professional and Personalized Book Cover Ghostwriting ISBN and Copywriting Marketing including Author Website She can be reached at Info@Brooksbooks.org.
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Finding Peace - AS Brooks, JD
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ACKNOWLEDGMENTS
How do I begin to thank God for my life and all who has played a part in it, making it beautifully complex and filled with contradictions? Would a simple thank you
be sufficient? My heart and soul are thankful. It is my hope that this book can be used to encourage others as I have been encouraged by the word of God.
My mother, Maxine Smith, has been my inspiration and resource for the continued teaching and reflecting on the word of God. My father, Rupert W. Smith, desired to hear God’s word and that desire was shared. My friend and motivator, my Aunt, Mae C. Johns, her wisdom and patience allowed for possibilities
through the awareness of what could be?
My uncle, Jerald Johns, who I refer to as the most loved Uncle,
has never been afraid to share his viewpoints. And my constant companion, spouse and friend, Kevin E. Brooks, whom has been a man of his word and consistently present in my life, which has brought stability and peace. God has so lovingly placed each of you in my life. I am blessed to have and to have had your kindness, thoughtfulness and insightfulness. For this, I am grateful.
This book is written for the benefit of my nephews and nieces, especially Matthew S. Morris. He has received numerous telephone calls from me inquiring, how do I do this or how do I do that?
He was always loving with his response.
Table of Contents
I The Search for Drugs
II Peace or a Piece?
III Peace, Not Suicide
IV The Presence is in the Room
V Where is Your Faith?
VI The Visit
VII Arrival to Heaven
VIII The Adversary Seeks the Judgment of Man
IX Disappointment and Satisfaction
X Evidence of the Adversary
XI Slavery and Concentration Camps Are Not Dead
XII Environmental Hazards
XIII Weapons and the Plague Covid-19
XIV The Tool of the Dark, Racism
XV Child Abuse a Tool of the Devil
XVI Rollcall
XVII Consequences
XVIII The Second Trumpet
XIX The Third Trumpet
XX Fourth Trumpet
XXI Woe! Woe! Woe! The Eagle Fly!
XXII Manna
XXIII The Guides
XXIV Table Mates
XXV Intercessory Prayer
XXVI The Love March
XXVII The Love Principle
XXVIII Be Ready and Keep Your Guards Up!
XXIX Kicked Out of Heaven!
XXX The Zoom Call
XXXI Wait for God
XXXII Doctor Visit
XXXIII Foot in My Mouth Disease
XXXIV Purpose
I
The Search for Drugs
How do I ask this doctor for drugs
without telling her the whole story? I should have rehearsed my lines. Now, I am sitting in the doctor’s office. Placed in an exam room with the door closed. I heard the bump when the nurse placed my chart on the outside of the door. There’s muted talking. I hear someone on the telephone. I can’t make out the conversation. I glance around the green room. It is a dreary green but there is a small window bringing natural light into the room. There are posters on the wall. One poster features a medicine for Type-2 Diabetes. The couple that is on the poster appears to be happy, per the poster. The couple have their diabetes under control with the medicine that is advertised. The other poster has a diagram of the neurological system of the human body. I am wondering, is that what I look like without skin? The weird things that come to my mind these days. I continue to look around the room. There is a small desk, one chair and a stool, an exam table and cabinets with an antiseptic wash, glass container with cotton balls, another glass container with Q-Tips and a third glass container with the small packages of the sterile wipes. There is an old fashion blood pressure monitor and other equipment attached to the wall. I stand up and look out the small window.
This is a new doctor for me. I want her to prescribe Xanax
for anxiety, however, it actually helps me to sleep, too. My previous doctor prescribed both Xanax
for anti-anxiety medicine plus an anti-depressant, but it was only for a short period. He explained he was prescribing .25mg of Xanax for two weeks because it took about two weeks for the anti-depressant to work. He said that Xanax
was addictive, so a small amount for a short time was all that he will prescribe. Once I took the Xanax,
I found myself less anxious. My mind was calm. I thought, why bother taking the anti-depressant when the Xanax
worked so well.
Sitting. Waiting. Looking at my phone. This room must have been cleaned before they placed me in it, because it still smelled like bleach. Should I open the door? . . . Checking my emails instead. My mind is racing. My thoughts are all over the place. I have not slept for more than a few hours a night. Either I am running to the bathroom, or I am replaying the past. I cannot sleep.
When had the tide turned? When I was young, I was invincible. Especially when I was on my roller skates! Thursdays were adult nights at the local skating rink. You had to be twenty-one years old and older. Tuesdays were for teenagers and Sundays were family night. I thought I was the world’s greatest roller-skater. My skates stayed packed, and I was ready to roll. You could not tell me anything. Confident. I was self-assured and confident.
When I moved to Washington, DC, from Cleveland, Ohio, I was also self-assured and confident. I remember telling my parents that I was moving. It came as a surprise to them, so they said, but that could not be true. My mother tells the story of when the two of us went with our church, St. Peter’s Church, to Washington, DC on a bus trip. I was a child. I do not remember how old I was at the time. She said that every time we were let off the bus to see a landmark, a monument, a museum, etc., I was always late coming back to the bus because I was exploring, trying to see everything. She said that I had no fear and knew my way with no problems. What she left off is the fact that I fell in love with Washington, DC.
A few years after that trip with the church, I took a train from Philadelphia, where I was visiting my aunt, to Washington, DC, to meet my two half-brothers, William and Thomas. There was never talk about my two half-brothers. In fact, I did not know that they existed until I was fourteen. However, in our family’s old photo album, there was a picture of a couple cutting their wedding cake. The groom looked like a younger version of my dad, however; the bride was not my mother. It turns out that the groom was my oldest half-brother, William. I got his number from my father. I called William and said, I am your sister and I want to meet you!
Both William, Thomas and Reynold, an adopted half-brother, met me at Union Station. They drove me around Washington, DC, and to Georgetown. They were loving and considerate towards me. It never occurred to me that our meeting would not go well. I never had a doubt. I never second guessed the call. I was confident.
When I announced, I was moving to Washington, my parents panicked. I was the youngest of their three children, and I was eighteen years old. They had invested their hopes and money in me. But I refused to go to college after attending Symphony School for Girls. It was a college preparatory high school, yet I wanted to do something other than School.
At the time of my announcement, I had recently finished basic training and AIT, Advanced Individual Training, in Fort McClellan, Alabama. I was a 95 Bravo, military police in the Army National Guard.
When I made the announcement, my father made a deal with me. He said I could move to Washington, if by the end of the week, I would have a job. Specifically, he said that he would drive with me to Washington, DC. While there, he would visit with his Mother, his cousin and his three sons. He would visit for one week. When he was ready to leave, if I did not have a job, I would have to come back home with him. After one week, I had three job offers. I accepted the position as a stockbroker in Georgetown. The only problem with that job was that you had to be twenty-one years of age or older, and I was not. It was not until my orientation, after my father went home, did I discover the age requirement. The company really liked me. They hired me to be a secretary. It took them a day to realize I really could not type. My manager took me to lunch at a swanky restaurant nearby and fired me. I got another job and stayed in Washington. I was confident.
I was out on a date with a neighbor, a man, from my apartment building, when I met the man who would become my husband. I loved to dance. In fact, I thought I was the world’s greatest dancer. However, my neighbor enjoyed drinking and watching other people dance. He would not dance with me. I told him I was going to ask someone else to dance. I noticed my husband (not my husband at the time) watching a table where five women were sitting. As he made his move towards the table, I intercepted him and asked if he would dance with me. We danced the night away. When I was ready to leave, I realized my neighbor had gone. I am not sure when he left because I was having so much fun dancing. He was the driver, and he left me stranded. My Husband took me home. We sat outside my apartment talking for hours.
I do not think my husband actually proposed to me. It is my recollection that I said that if we were still together a year from then, we should buy a house together. Once he agreed, I suggested we get married. He agreed. I made my plans. Confident.
I stood up and looked out the window. I am growing impatient. Where is the doctor? I hear laughter in the hallway. There must be something funny, however, I am not in on the joke. No, I am sitting in the exam room waiting for the doctor to come. Patience was never one of my virtues. I am still trying to figure out how to get the doctor to prescribe Xanax without asking too many questions. Really, I need to sleep the entire night. Really, I need some peace. I need to let go of the past.
II
Peace or a Piece?
Peace. My mother is always hollering she needs peace. When I was young, way before my sister died and when my brother was still living at home, we were arguing and fighting amongst ourselves. We were loud and disruptive. I do not remember what the fight was about now, but my mother ran around the house with Crisco oil, not the liquid oil that you see today, but the old can of Crisco oil, the shortening. My mother was praying to the Lord for peace,
while throwing bits and pieces of Crisco oil around the house. In her words, she was rebuking the devil. The three of us; my sister, brother and myself, slowly stopped arguing and watched our mother. She was loud. And she was funny. We eventually went outside. I wonder if that was the peace
that she was seeking?
I am seeking peace, too. But what is peace
? I guess that is why I am sitting in this doctor’s office. I hope she can prescribe peace.
I worry about everything. Literally. Will I get Covid-19? Will my friends or family members get Covid-19? Are my kids safe? Will they be treated fairly on their jobs? Will there be enough money to get through this crisis? What will life hold tomorrow? Should I sue? Am I prepared to facilitate bible study? Does my mother have enough to eat? Drink? Did I get all of her supplies? Did I pick up her medicine?
I don’t remember when this unrest began for me. Was it when the housing bubble burst, causing my business to close? Was it when those that I expected to be fair, turned out to be condescending and unfair? Was it the fact that my beloved father died? Or the origination of the invisible disease that can steal and kill without prejudice? I have been estranged from Peace.
Or should I say, I lost my Peace of Mind.
I wonder will peace
stop me from thinking about everything? Does peace lead to substance abuse? Recently, my niece made rice crispy treats with marijuana. She said, Auntie, just break off a little before you go to bed. It will not get you high, but it is going to make you feel relax.
I had it in my purse for the longest time. Sometimes at night, I will pull it out and look at it real hard. Frequently, I would open the plastic bag and smell it. One night, I even broke off a piece, but it is still in the bag.
My nephew said that I should try some CBD oil. In fact, he had a little container with a small brown cigarette, not your typical cigarette, but one that is rolled. He said, Auntie, this is CBD oil. I want you to try it.
He pulled out his lighter to show me how to light it. I promised him I would try it. It is still sitting in my kitchen, waiting for me. Why do I think a prescribed drug would be so much better for me than the kid’s suggestions? You would believe that a professionally trained individual would be more apt to know what they are doing when it comes to prescribing medicines. Right? I had to think about that proposition.
I looked up from my telephone. I thought I saw something in the corner. I could not quite make it out. I thought I felt something. My imagination running away with me. I stand up, stretched, and opened the door. I glanced down the hallway. All the doors are closed to the exam rooms. Miscellaneous noise coming from behind the doors. I looked up the hall and I can see someone, a part of someone, back of their head, their left shoulder and back. She is sitting at the desk on the phone. The door to my right is the bathroom. I might as well use the bathroom before the doctor comes to my exam room.
Back in the exam room. I am wondering what time is it? I look down at my phone for the time. There it is. That feeling again. The feeling that someone is here with me. I wonder if the nurses or the doctor are spying on me. See, I really need some Xanax. My anxiety level is high. Even I realize it. There was a time that I was considered calm,
reflective,
thoughtful,
not now. Yes, I need the Xanax.
Didn’t Whitney Houston die of a Xanax or a combination of alcohol and Xanax? Let me look that up quickly on google. Yes, on February 13, 2012, NBC News did a report that Xanax and alcohol may have killed her. There is a report from TMZ the day before that said Whitney Houston took Xanax before her big shows. ABC News broke her coroner report down on April 5, 2012, they reported, A
plethora of prescription medication bottles were found in the room, according to the final report. The final report lists 12 different medications, including anti-anxiety medication Xanax, and muscle relaxer Flexeril, prescribed from five different doctors.
Wasn’t I prescribed Flexeril
when my back was hurt?
Why are you here? Your help does not come from man or things made by man!
I looked up. I glanced around the room, past the window, the posters, the exam table, the counter, and by the door. I looked for an intercom and the telephone line. I got up. I opened the door. I turned to my right, down the hall. I turned to my left; the person is still on the telephone. I listened for noises, only voices coming out of the other exam rooms. I checked my cellphone. It did not appear as if I had not butt dialed anyone, either. Did I actually hear someone speaking to me? What did he say, "Why are you here? Your help does not come from man or things made by man!" I am really hearing things. Am I going