Sons of Light

By M. Digioia Bogin

In the year 2125C.E., Joram and his wife, Atarah , are given an assignment to place devices around
the North East United States that are designed to soothe a vicious world. Joram narrates this saga, and
reaffirms his love for Atarah as he humbly does the will of Shaddai in each adventure. They travel with
their son, Terran, throughout the Appalachian Mountains, and are given a special assignment as they
quibit to another dimension to guide the spirits of passed souls into the light. Terran is separated from
his parents and matures into his own destiny. A hedonistic Earth has brought the wrath of Shaddai. It is
time for Him to intervene. No one knows the day or hour. The New World Order has taken over, and
the central government is based in South America. Computer chips are inserted into human brains and
mandatory bioengineering is expected for children. Of course, they are taken from parents before six, to
be raised by the state. After the State erases personal philosophies, and crushes formal religion, humans
are sorted into classes. There are special people called the Meek Ones, descended from the Jewish Essenes,
hiding throughout the mountains of Pennsylvania. Protecting their culture is paramount.
Earths astronomers have been tracking an asteroid. The government forbids telling citizens when it will
strike, but are told to stay inside. The planet is expected to be obliterated, so many people despair, or turn
to their faith for strength. Demons and Angels use this disaster to fight for mans souls. The Meek Ones
travel to high ground for shelter and safety, but soon realize that they are part of the final story of the
creation of man. The characters travel through the Kabbalahs Tree of Life, called the Sefirot, containing
many levels, or dimensions. Demonic spirits tempt the Meek Ones, to forsake Shaddai and become part
of their evil Dominion. Can they resist? Angelic beings interact with humans to bring Shaddais plan for
humanity into fruition. Belial and Azazel, and multitudes of spirits, battle for control of the new universe
that is discovered after the impact of the Asteroid and the final battle. Two babies, from different cultures
will survive. What will happen to mankind?

• Language: English
• Publisher: Xlibris US
• Release date: May 5, 2011
• ISBN: 9781462862740

M. Digioia Bogin

Mary DiGioia Bogin, a veteran teacher, and a writer, attended New Jersey City University and received a B.A. and an M.A. in Art. After teaching art, she taught basic skills, Reading Recovery and creative writing to children and adults. Retiring to Pennsylvania, she remarried. She and her husband are whitewater kayakers and outdoor enthusiasts. Historic, Jim Thorpe, Pennsylvania, is home. She is proud of their seven children, and six grandchildren. Walking through town, hiking Mt. Pisgah, or whitewater kayaking the Lehigh River with them brings her joy. Her first novel's setting is along rivers and towns in Pennsylvania.

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CHAPTER 1

Why are you back? You must return!

I’m sure this body was compromised when my head got smashed. Muffled footsteps behind me quickened, and I felt a blow to my head like a bat to a coconut. Their vicious laughter changed to astonishment as I shifted to my altered state. They were leaning in their rotted doorways holding my ripped jacket in their grimy fingers. Have they noticed my frequency?

No, you’re fine, just a concussion. They’ve run away and left you lifeless in their way of assessing life. You can go back. He vanished.

My eyes opened to the dark alley where the thugs left me like a fallen twisted blanket. They were gone. A little shaky, I decided to continue the long hike to the shelter where my wife and son waited. A cold mist shielded me as I dodged lurking shadows. Their agenda was to erase the instinct of the laws of nature from humanity, to sear the souls of men, and brand them into evil entities. They were vultures on a hill, searching for prey.

She was sitting on a log in the corner of a wooden structure that was used for passing hikers. Her cupped hand, heating a food packet, would sustain us for another week. We were safe here on this desolate, un-traveled mountain. Hiking was not in vogue since virtual reality exercise replaced outdoor challenges of a rough terrain.

I was worried. You were gone for two earth days.

Sorry, I was spotted, cracked in the head, but I’m fine, just a headache. They didn’t follow. How is Terran?

He is sleeping, and nourished. Come with me and look at our orders. They’ve been altered.

I stood over her as she unclipped the vibrating octagonal buckle from her belt and pointed it in the corner. A Mediator holograph formed like a fog spewing from a hole in the ground. I didn’t like Mediators. They bore the burden of change.

Welcome, you are instructed to move to another shelter further down the mountain with a new transmitter. Leave the one you have here and go. Do it in this solar day. When you are settled at your next shelter, we will contact you again.

The beam returned to its’ source.

My wife’s oval face was stressed with deep furrows across her brow. I glanced over at our son. He stirred in his sleep since he could incorporate reality into his dreams. He rolled over and began talking, almost broadcasting a message, like an old radio show of the 1940’s.

The earth is in need of transformation and it is up to me to do it. Mankind is totally hedonistic. After the great earthquake in 2020, geography changed again. The United Nations, in South America, now leads the world. I must help! Oh, a light is blinding me. I hear thunder and I need to fly into the clouds! Atarah and I exchanged simultaneous wide—eyed stares! Fly?

Terran opened his eyes, and slowly unzipped his solar bag.

Dad, I feel energized. May I help you assemble our transmitter?

No, son, we must leave this one here in the earth, and move during the next few hours. We will set up a new one at our next camp.

We began gathering our possessions at dawn to move to our new shelter. Atarah stepped down from the top of a rock pile that over looked the Lehigh River, from the Little Gap section of the Appalachian Trail. It was now a raging torrent of a swift current that could easily capsize our inflatable raft.

If you could carry the raft, Joram, that would help me. Terran and I will carry our lazer lights and water, food pellets and solar tent. It is about a mile decent to the river. We should stay on the trail, but we can walk along the abandoned highway awhile before the last climb down to the river.

We took deep breaths, felt the strange oxygen surge into our expanding lungs, while we constantly lifted our legs over the rocky path. The river was shadowed from the eastern sun rising behind the mountains.

By the time we got to the road and walked about a half mile, our bodies generated too much heat from the overhead sun, and I welcomed feeling the frigid water of the Lehigh.

Dark clouds were forming from the west. We carefully bushwhacked down to the edge of the water. The raft was amazingly light and it self inflated, which gave us more time to pack the small amount of personal belongings and get into our suits.

Tighten your floatation vest and helmet, and do not lean out! I anxiously yelled over to them. Our dark blue dry suits, with solar powered heat fibers, kept us dry and warm as we rapidly pushed off the beach. The water crept higher and higher around our legs, and we simultaneously hopped inside. I steered toward the center of the river where there was a clear path, while Atarah and Terran paddled forward. Whirring wind began to twist tree branches like a wild roller coaster, and suddenly, thousands of raindrops hammered on our heads and shoulders. Our raft was barreling toward huge boulders that had fallen from the cliffs. We were about a half-mile upriver from Devil’s Pulpit.

We’ve got to get to shore to wait out this wind! Atarah yelled.

Quickly, we paddled hard to river left where there was a beach, and tied the raft to inland trees to prevent its blowing back into the flow of the river.

A soft vibration in our belts escalated to a low whistle that competed with the wind’s persistent howling. Atarah pressed her belt and responded with her voice resonating with fear.

Yes, honorable one, we are proceeding, but the wind is interfering with our mission.

As she tilted her head toward her belt, a beam of phosphorous light diffused into a holograph of their white hooded mediator, but he was like an unwelcome passenger standing in their raft.

Go another mile down river, and hide your raft with rocks and branches. You must climb up the old Appalachian Trail along Little Gap. You will find an old electrical tower, but you need to anchor yourself to prevent falling since you will be climbing about twenty stories high. After placing the transmitter at the summit, descend slowly. You may set up camp in an abandoned campsite along the trail that overlooks Palmertown.

The image faded and Atarah furtively glanced back at our anchored raft and blistered fingers. This trip was going to be tumultuous and dangerous. We climbed aboard our craft in shallow water, and I pushed it away from the beach with my oar. The waves lapped against the raft’s tubes, and the current’s flow was swift. I felt we were free falling in between rocks and past peaceful eddies behind them.

Terran scouted the river and shouted, River right!

A huge boulder was protruding from river left and there was a flat line of flowing water. Waterfall? We had no idea how steep it was. Atarah and Terran both saw the opportunity for me to steer behind a large rock on river right in an eddy with a small sandy beach. The rain felt like lead pellets on our faces and the wind was keeping us in place like a giant hand holding back an attacker.

We sunk our paddles in deep, and with a hard right sweep, the raft turned and floated with its great weight onto the pebbles. Atarah scrambled up on a boulder and saw that a log had fallen across the river and portage was the only way to get around. Dark clouds swirled above us and jagged lightning stabbed at treetops. We dragged the raft away from the churning water to a calm spot near a large overhang of rocks underneath Devil’s Pulpit. We stayed there until the morning and then portaged past the river obstruction and floated down river to the left bank across from the remains of an old train trestle bridge below Little Gap.

Terran removed his light stick and pointed it toward a large fallen stump. The beam focused on a dry spot and it ignited. We were able to stay warm with our dry suits and we hydrated, and ate our protein and fruit bars that were stowed away.

Dad, I can’t sleep. I hear a noise and feel a pressure of another life form.

We were not tracked, Terran, His mother reassured him.

No one saw me quibit away from that street, so we should be fine. I whispered.

Terran was restless as the last storm clouds drifted to reveal the last orange and pink clouds turn to purple and then charcoal. There was no moonrise yet and the stars were obscured. At least we huddled together with the embers of the log comforting us. Atarah and I assembled our solar fiber shelter and we settled inside to sleep.

All we heard was the river’s churning, as it rushed over and around the rocks. I began to drift into unconsciousness when Terran suddenly sat erect and moved toward the opening of the tent. Crunching leaves and snapped twigs overpowered the river’s sound. We were alert! I grabbed my stun gun from inside my jacket and crawled gingerly outside the tent. I kept low and shone a thin beam of light above into the rocks. To my horror, the light was reflected back to me from an oval mirror wedged inside the opening of an ancient boulder. The light began to change into brilliant colors and a tall monk like figure emerged. He slowly reached up and pulled down his hood to reveal his grey, wrinkled face surrounded by straight white hair.

I am the guard of this mountain. You are to give me the transmitter chip and you are to leave.

We sat motionless as his words sank into our brains like daggers. His mouth had not moved, yet it was audible in our heads. He slowly outstretched a thin, bony hand and beckoned us to follow him into a nearby cave. Terran noticed that his body had turned away and began to run along the shore. The guard turned, struck him down with a yellow beam from hexagon ring on his left hand, and then beamed him into the mountain. We had to follow him! Atarah leaned toward my ear and softly breathed that the tower was about 100 yards above them, hidden among huge pine trees. Our son was captive, but he cleverly maneuvered a distraction for us to accomplish our mission.

I’ll hike up and insert the chip. Atarah added. After you release Terran, we’ll meet at the base of the tower. The guard is waiting for us to follow him.

As she climbed upward through the forest debris from last autumn, pain cut through my stomach like sharp ice slivers. Her agile petite stature made her blend like a tiny creature among the leaves and slippery rocks. The orange setting sun alerted me to the urgency of locating our son.

I was motionless, and I closed my eyes to listen to the message from my son’s mind. He was inside a cage within a deep tunnel under the mountain. Coming son, I will… . be there! As ground began shaking, the guard stood before me. He appeared ominous, since he stood in the shadow of the ancient boulder. He held the mirror that had reflected back my beam.

Look and you will see Terran. He will be fed, kept safe and I will let him go, after you give me your transmitter. Terran’s image was encouraging, and it disturbed the guard that he was not afraid.

I don’t have the transmitter, I yelled. You can’t touch it since you are not from my space and frequency. He lunged toward me and I heard him repeating my words to another source. Suddenly, he stopped and I felt bony hands grasp my arm. I pressed my wrist to transform my internal frequency and I disintegrated, like sifting sand, and my altered state transported me to the co-ordinates that Terran had mentally transmitted to me. The guard vaporized and slithered into a hole in the ground.

My body solidified in a dark, deep earthen room inside the tunnel.

He was kneeling. A flickering light from a torch next to his iron cage cast shadows like a zebra on Terran’s body. An aura surrounded his head. His high, outstretched arms were pulling the energy from the earth into his fingertips, but his upward gaze was interrupted by my thoughts of him.

I am fine, he whispered. I can’t see Mom inside my mind. Is she safe?" His face wrinkled like a contortionist as he envisioned his mother climbing the rusty tower from the 20th century. She was a rag doll being thrown around by the wind’s giant hand. Her back continually struck the iron bars behind her as she clung to the rungs of the ladder. His face relaxed as he heard her voice.

I hear you, Terran! I am climbing up the ladder inside the tower. There are so many vines, I will be camouflaged. Terran focused his attention on the structure and saw a large serpent slithering up.

Mom, look out below! She heard his thoughts as her hand was grabbing the last rung of the ladder. She pulled back and inserted the transmitter into a crack between the steel beams. A huge rattler head lunged at her and its body began to wreathe around the ladder. She grabbed her bungee cord, clipped it on a beam and jumped! Terran saw her fall, just inches from smashing onto sharp rocks beneath the tower.

Mom, Mom, we will meet you where you said. Get the lazerpic from your pack and slash it when it comes down.

Atarah unhooked her pack and reached inside. She pulled out the weapon, and as she turned around the serpent hung ten feet above her, ominously opening its cavernous jaws to strike. She swung her arm like a bat and sliced it in half.

It’s ugly slimy head slithered along the ground continuing to attack. Splat! She hammered and crushed it with a rock on a pointy boulder. Terran could feel her relief as she gathered her pack and began walking toward the shed to wait for them. Terran looked across the dimly lit cage to his father.

I am here to get you out. The guard was not able to grab me. He will be angry about the transmitter’s incompatibility with his frequencies.

Terran shut his eyes. Dad, I see Mom. She is beneath the tower waiting behind an old shed. How did that guard locate us? We must get out of here now! We each grasped two bars of the cage, squeezed our eyes and concentrated on releasing the heat from our bodies to bend the cold steel. Sparks shot from our palms and we pulled the bars apart with ease.

Terran and I stumbled over the broken bottles and crumbled pieces of logs that had fallen from the ceiling of the tunnel. It was too bad we couldn’t quibit out of there. That was only for inter-sepherot travel. Getting up through the tunnel seemed endless. The morning mist sparkled on the spring’s wild grasses as we climbed out. We squinted and brushed the dust off.

The sky was clear blue, and the swaying trees waved their branches as if cheering our escape.

Atarah, waited through the night in the shed. We raced toward her, our arms intertwined, and we stood silently, grateful to be free. Her success enabled peaceful vibrations to transmit to millions of people.

Its calming waves soothed the vicious robosapians, who were captured as civilians while they inhabited this section. Eventually, some would become peaceful, and their minds would be able to make ethical choices.

CHAPTER 2

Terran climbed alone, like a mountain goat, toward a high precipice overlooking a valley, as the wind blew his long curly blond hair around his face. His blue eyes squinted from the rising sun. Tanned, muscular arms reached out to each crevice, pulling him higher and higher. At the summit he felt the strength of the mountain beneath his feet feeding powerful vibrations into his soul. The valleys were light brown, with fields of fluffy seeded wildflowers. Soothing tall pines were interspersed among thick, barren maple and oak tree branches. Rolling hills calmed his senses, and the rushing whitewater of the Lehigh seemed to call him. He rarely rested, since he heard others’ thoughts. Atarah and I were glad we could be there in the wilderness to give him some peace. After a few hours we saw him descending from the high ridge. He joined us on the trail.

Dad, I was thinking about how that guard found us. Can you think of anything that you left in your jacket?

No, son. My quibiting chips were in my pant pockets. I bought that jacket at the ration center, but I examined it and it was clean of any devices. The New World Order has many drones on the lookout for travelers. We just have to take our chances and go on."

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