The Last Story: The Messenger

By D. Wallberg

The Last Story is the insight view of a collection of myths, legends,
fables, prophecies, and facts of an object I discovered several years ago.
I knew it had to be something of substantial importance to someone or
had an origin beyond this world.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Xlibris US
• Release date: Oct 26, 2011
• ISBN: 9781465377555

D. Wallberg

I am a first time Author who was born in the state of California and was raised in most of the western region of the United States in small towns or cities. While growing up I had the opportunity to meet several types of cultures and religions that are within our country. I am a graduate of Carbon High in Price Utah and received my PHD from the School of Hard Knocks through the many experiences and encounters of the western life in the United States. In my youth we lived the simple but harsh life of that of farmer and ranchers who practiced the beliefs of live and let live, do unto others as you would have them do unto you, honesty and honor is the best policy, and a man is only as good as his word. Most of my adult life I was a business owner in multiple areas such as Trucking, Construction, Retail Sales, and whole sale, sales of Scrap Metals. Where I received the teaching from the best of two worlds the wealthy and the poor, the Elite and Elitist. After 56 years of encountering the experiences of life, which led to the knowledge to write this story of a great discovery I had made which not only changed my life, but inspired me to now share it with the world.

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Copyright © 2011 by D. Wallberg.

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The Last Story is the insight view of a collection of myths, legends, fables, prophecies, and facts of an object I discovered several years ago. I knew it had to be something of substantial importance to someone or had an origin beyond this world.

Knowing this, I then decided to try and find the owners, hoping I would discover the origin as to where it came from and who put it there.

I spent over three years of my life researching day and night what it was I had discovered. In that time, I spent countless hours reading hundreds of documents and stories and viewing research work of others who had tried to explain the mystery behind the myths, legends, fables, and prophecies. I also included in my research the readings of the studies of ancient cultures and viewing artifacts of primarily the people of the North and South American countries that was conducted by some of the most outstanding researchers of universities and institutions well recognized and honored around the world today. Thinking the whole time that what it was that I had discovered only pertained to the Western world, I discovered that it went a lot further than that. In the conclusion of my research, I now know the truth of it all, and it pertained to all the people around the world. After three and a half years of hard work and searching for the truth, I discovered the most important thing of all. Myself as to the many trials and tribulations that I had gone through in my life. I discovered my life was structured in such a way that it was meant for me to find it and to tell this story and to share it with the world.

In the beginning of trying to write this story and trying to decide just where to begin or even how to start such a great undertaking, thoughts ran through my head up to the point where I started to understand the meaning of what writers called the writer’s block. I was completely stumped, and I would go for a walk or turn on the TV, trying to take my mind off the story to just give my mind a rest. After several days of pondering on how to begin this fantastic story, I came to the conclusion that I would start from the point of the discovery of the greatest thing mankind had ever seen. Something that would change the way the world thinks today and would also change history forever.

The Beginning

It all began in the late spring of the year of 2008 when a friend of mine who just lost his home and everything he owned had called me on that day to inform me he was being released from jail and asked if I could pick him up and give him a ride back to town. I had agreed to do so. When I arrived at the county jail and saw him sitting there waiting for me, I could not believe my eyes. He was only wearing a T-shirt and a pair of old blue jeans that was at least two sizes too small. No socks, no shoes. Not even a watch. He had even lost a lot of weight and did not look to be in the greatest health. So I put him in the truck and told him that he was more than welcome to stay with me at my home until he could figure out what he was going to do with his life.

When we arrived at my home, I took him inside and showed him a bedroom he could stay in and let him know it was now his home as well. I then went to my closet and found several pairs of blue jeans and few shirts along with other clothing he could wear.

After he had taken a shower and changed clothes, we sat down together to have dinner.

He had gobbled up his plate as if it seemed he had not eaten in days. I could not believe what I was seeing. I had prepared enough for four people that night, so I just let him eat until he was full. We then just sat and talked about what had happened to him and how he had lost everything.

His story was not an uncommon one. It was basically the same story people all over the country were living due to the downturn of the economy that was costing millions of people their homes and their families.

He had lost his job and was unable to find work, which brought on a divorce and eventually cost him everything he owned. While trying to fight to keep something in his life, he picked the wrong people to fight with—the law. And he wound up in jail while they sold off everything he had owned, and what they could not sell, they just hauled it off to the local landfill.

For now, we will give my friend a name and not use or disclose his real identity. I will change the names of other people as well as we go through this story. We will just give him a name and call him Dale as we move on with the story. Dale was a very self-taught religious man. He could recite the Bible nearly word for word, for he had read it for over thirty years over and over, for that was about the only book he really enjoyed reading. Dale and I were pretty much alike in that category. We were both very religious but did not go to or belonged to any church or religious origination. We would just keep our beliefs to ourselves unless someone of the same nature came along whom we could share or discuss things with.

Dale lived with me for about six months, and about the end of his stay, Dale was trying to get me to join him to go to Arizona, down to the Superstition Mountain to look for the lost treasures of the Aztecs and the Lost Dutchman’s Mine. Dale felt strongly that he could find it, for when he was there about ten years prior, he said that he could feel the presence of the treasure. I then told Dale that if he wanted to go and was that sure he could find it, I would give him the key to finding it but that I was not interested in going to look for the lost treasures that thousands of people have spent hundreds of years searching for and are yet to find it. He then asked me what was the key. I told him that thirty years ago, God had revealed to me the place as to where the treasure was. So I took a few moments to explain to him how it all came about.

About thirty years ago, I was in the diesel repair business in southeastern Utah, and I would get a lot of people at that time coming into the shop for repairs or service on their vehicles and RVs. These people were constantly out there, looking for these lost treasures. One day after they all had left and I was alone working on an engine, something—or you might call it God—told me in a clear voice that the treasure they seek lies in the Y of the virgin. A young man, being at the age of twenty-six, I did not really understand what it was all about. So I just kept it to myself, and when I would travel, I was always looking for things like mountaintops or any type of landmarks that would look like a woman, thinking that the virgin would be in the form of a woman. But I never did find anything at all to even come close to resembling a woman.

I told Dale that if he were to get close to the place where he thought it might be, just look for a Y and he might just find it. It was about two weeks later that Dale had decided to leave and told me he was planning to head to Arizona to the Superstition Mountain and to also stop by and visit some friends who lived near that area. I just wished Dale good luck and a safe trip and that I hoped we would meet again someday.

After Dale had left, I spent a lot of time alone at home, and I did not go out much with any of my other friends. For I was unemployed myself, and I had been for over a year, and now I was starting to think of what I was going to do with my life. Fall was ending, and winter was just starting to begin with Christmas just around the corner, and a lot of people out there were still losing their jobs, and there was not a sign of any type of work in sight for me even though people used to tell me that I was a jack of all trades. I was a business owner, an equipment operator, a mechanic, a machinist, a carpenter, and a welder. But I only had a high school diploma and two years of college, and nowadays, if you don’t have at least four years of college and if you are not under the age of fifty, there was not much hope in landing a reasonable job. I did try in spite of what I read on the Internet or watched on the news. I spent several months looking for jobs, filling out applications, sending out résumés, and doing interviews; and all I seem to find was that most businesses were not hiring but was considering the possibility of laying off even more of their people and considering the possibility of having to close their business.

By this time, Christmas was only a few days away, and I decided then to just spend Christmas alone that year, for my ex-wife and my two adopted children had left for Utah, and all my family was at least six hundred miles away, and the money I had in the bank was running out. So to keep my spirits up, I went to the garage and took out a small Christmas tree that was only eighteen inches high and set it up in the living room on one of the end tables. I put a small white tree skirt around the bottom of it, and every night, I would place my cell phone under the tree and would say a little prayer asking God to only send me phone calls for Christmas that year, for all I wanted to receive that year were calls from family and friends to whom I was truly in their hearts. I did, indeed, receive several calls that Christmas morning from family and friends who would share their Christmas with me over the phone. They would tell me that they were thinking of me and had wished I was there with them. The joy of all the calls had overwhelmed me to point where I would have tears in my eyes. It was the greatest Christmas I had for years. God had answered my prayers and brought back happiness in my heart once again. I now knew he was still with me as he had been all my life. A couple days had gone by, and I was back to trying to figure out what to do with my life, for I knew I would be running out of money soon, and I had to do something. That night, I prayed again to God and asked him what it is that I was going to do with my life or was it meant for my life to just end this way.

That night, God did answer my prayer and told me to hear the cry of the people. I was once again stumped with his reply. What people? What cry? How do I find them? These were all the questions that I would have to seek the answer to. So after a couple of days, I decided to rent my home out and start traveling around the country to seek for work and to see what was really happening around the country. The next day, I went to work on placing ads in the local papers, contacting rental agencies, and calling all the people I knew in the area and letting them know I’m trying to rent my home. After a couple of months, I had received a call from a woman searching for a home to rent in my area. She was an older woman who had a very stable job and had worked for a company for over fifteen years. I then decided to rent my home to her. As I moved out, she was moving in, and we got to spend some time together.

This did help comfort me as to renting my home to a stranger, who I really knew little about which was only what she had put on the application. It took a few days of helping each other moving in and out that gave us time to get better acquainted. After explaining to her where to deposit the rental check each month and letting her know that it would be up to her to decide whether to keep the gardener to maintain the grounds around the house or to do them herself, she told me she would first try it herself and if things got to be too much for her, she would contact the gardener and have him return. I felt very confident she could handle it well, for she was a very independent woman. In concluding everything with her and telling her good-bye, I went on my way and headed for Utah. I was planning on storing my furnishings and personal things in a storage facility near my oldest son’s home so that he could have access to it just in case I need him to send me something while I was on the road, looking for work. I spent the next two days traveling, only stopping occasionally to get fuel or to stop by and see a few friends I had along the way. When I reached Utah, I meet with my son and his family who were all glad to see me. He had three young boys. The youngest had never seen me before until now. He really did not know what to think of his grandfather, for I was just a stranger to him, and it would take a little time for him to get used to a stranger being around his home. The other two boys who knew who I was were very happy and pleased to see me again. I didn’t really want to tell them that I was only there for a few days and I had to leave again, but when I did tell them, they seemed a little disappointed but was willing to make use of the time I would be there.

My son and I made the arrangements for the storage unit, and I left to unload the truck and the trailer I was pulling. It took us nearly half a day to unload and place everything in the storage unit, which now looked like sardines in a can, all packed nice and tight.

After dinner that night and spending time with the kids before they had gone off to bed, my son and I sat down and discussed the possibilities of work in the local area. He told me he knew of nothing and that he was unemployed himself and had been looking for work for the last two months. So I explained my plans to him and told him that I would try and find something that maybe the two of us could do together. He seemed to light up like a Christmas tree when he heard that statement, for one of his greatest dreams was to be able to work alongside his father. After spending a couple of days there and visiting other family members I had in the area, I loaded up my truck and headed out to see just what was out there in store for me. I first went to Wyoming to see if there might be any work in the oil fields. All I found was that most of the drilling rigs were stacked out in storage and most of the people in that industry