Pd Room: The Battle for the Written Future

By G. K. G.

This book explores a fictional viewpoint of a young American boy of Christian faith with learning exceptionalities. This boys faith in God takes you on a unique journey exploring his faith while feeling disconnected with his world and transforming into an advocate for all three of his identitiesa Christian believer, an American, and a boy with exceptionalities. This story is meant to touch the heart of the reader and pray for those with all spectrums of disabilities to not disconnect from the world and choose the door that enters the room of life each of us was meant to live.

Pray for us.

G.K.G.

• Language: English
• Publisher: WestBow Press
• Release date: Mar 3, 2016
• ISBN: 9781512731446

G. K. G.

I created this book based on the joy and difficulty living in a diverse country as an American of Christian faith in the United States. Living above my exceptionalities as a student and living among the community, my hope is for Americans and all those with exceptionalities to have their own voice inside my book of fiction. I have experience that God can take the most challenging circumstances and transform your entire life into something you never expected. All of my life experiences have finalized the truth that grace is as real as God, and a relationship with God is equally important as the relationship with others within our community.

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ISBN: 978-1-5127-3145-3 (sc)

ISBN: 978-1-5127-3146-0 (hc)

ISBN: 978-1-5127-3144-6 (e)

Library of Congress Control Number: 2016902499

WestBow Press rev. date: 03/01/2016

Contents

Prologue

I Greetings and Salutations

II Pd Academy

III Introduction Selection

IV Destination Child

V Journey to the Crave

VI The Crave

VII The Sign of the Secret Ambassador

VIII Operation Rescue

IX Journey to the Beach of Clay Jars

X Clay Jar Controversy

XI The Migi Sound Secret

XII Galaxy Resistance

XIII The Migi Queen Revealed

XIV Twenty-Three Weeks

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dedicate this book to the following:

Mig-i-Tones; Mom & Dad; Family & Friends;

Especially:

Darren, Tommy Boy, The Amazing Crutch, Eric;

fellow believers; Mountainside Fitness, Core-Concepts,

Extreme Speed, PVCC and The Boulders family

Prologue

W e are Pd, protectors of the written future. The safety of children of all ages is one of our primary concerns. We fight evil on planets against Lucifer and all his legions, benefiting all species on planet earth. Our successes and failures dictate the history of the world, supporting the Great Commission that occurs on earth. Every room in Pd has a specific purpose designed by God, permitting the world more time before the beginning of earth’s revision. The battle of entropy is written based on our actions.

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Dear reader,

The information contained in this letter will be hidden each time someone else attempts to read its contents. You are the only one dedicated to read the material contained inside these binding pages, and it will never be able to be opened or destroyed by anyone other than yourself. We the protectors of the written future requested the assistance of all our trusted elders to confirm our findings, that you are the designated recipient of this letter. Protect this information, expecting anyone to be a threat to your life, with the exception of me and those I trust. Also, please forgive us for the inconvenience of placing an extreme time limit on reading this letter, including pursuing your endeavor. We will begin with a paraphrase of events occurring prior to accepting the call into Pd Academy. Prepare yourself for a journey beyond the average imagination.

—Selah!

I

Greetings and Salutations

I n the beginning of my spiritual exploration, I was alone most of the time. I was born an American citizen, and even with all the national division, I still adore my country, having faith in such a cause as freedom and seeking a prosperous life. Those of us selected as Pd members congregate from all over the world but are mostly Americans, and all of us believe in similar aspects of a higher calling. Many of us are considered either unique or outcasts of society. Though we are loved by our adopted or biological families, we are greatly misunderstood by them, including by many believers within our faith. We in Pd are quite similar to the Christian sects around the world. The only major difference is that we don’t allow our belief structures to divide us because we embrace the idea of Christian unity. On earth during the premillennial period, I felt accepted by God but rejected by both the world and the church. Season by season, life as a teenager moved quickly, and my perspective was transformed, as I accepted the life I was meant to live.

The day I met my recruiter, Adeo, I thought he was teasing me for believing in a world created by God that existed in outer space. I wasn’t content living a reserved life, not knowing the answers to my faith. I was raised in the Catholic Church, and before and after Mass I would skip away to the priests’ private room. The priests of the parish were greatly enthused with my passion for Christ and my engagement in Christian theology at the early age of eight. My mother first apologized for my indulgence of intruding on their private time. The priests told my mother that children are special to God and they deserve time to talk about the One who is responsible for the necessary gift of childhood. My time with the priests became a standard practice, transitioning from mentorship into a father-son relationship.

Four years had passed, and I still found myself asking questions concerning church doctrine. Three days after my twelfth birthday, I greatly apologized to the priests and asked their permission to converse with other ministers within Christianity. They made an exception, explaining that I had a pure heart and that God had something special planned for my life. Excited about my new journey, I thanked both of them and bolted out of the room.

I spent two years talking with as many Christian sects as my mother would allow me to visit. After a while, she permitted me the freedom to visit churches of my own choosing as long as I kept her informed of my whereabouts and included interacting with kids my own age enjoying the simplicities of life. If I didn’t reveal any specifics, as any good parent, she would inquire about my travels. I visited a selection of churches every day after school and for about five hours on the weekends. Adeo would occasionally stop by up until I turned fourteen. Throughout my search for answers and grateful for living in a religiously diverse area, I visited various Christian sects, including Baptists, Reformed, Protestants, Anglican, Arminian, Jehovah’s Witnesses, Lutherans, Latter-Day Saints, Methodists, Gothic (which my mother had issues at first but learned to accept my time with them), Christian Science, the Emergent Church, Evangelical Free, Messianic, and I spent one year at an evangelical, nondenominational church near my house. Home, as much love as I received, the place I spent most of my life still felt more like a temporary domicile.

Life meant something different for me, in retrospect, than it did to fellow students in the neighborhood. Most considered me odd, not angered about my situation, since I had some educational and social disadvantages and had been abandoned by my biological family. My observation is that life was complicated enough when searching for answers about my history. I kept the answer simple, explaining that God is in control blessing me with a family who loved and cared for me. I just understood that life did not happen by accident and that certain people were needed for certain situations.

God allowed my birth for a reason, permitting a chance at life and adoption by my mother at the age of four. She found me in a special home for children with different abilities. My mom believed labels should empower a person instead of creating a weakened state of mind. Anyway, the government allowed the adoption based on my new mother’s teaching experience with special needs, her patriotic service record helping people throughout the state, and the fact that she was a perfect mom to a son just one year older than I was. My new brother and I bonded right from the start. The tight connection between us distracted people from our biological differences. He didn’t have the same challenges, but in my eyes, life began at four and couldn’t have been happier with God choosing these wonderful people as my family. My only major struggle throughout my adolescent years was dealing with the unanswered questions requiring an increase of faith. Friends came and went, and my bond with my adopted brother never died. My incessant researching and unquenchable desire to find my answers began at the age of twelve, when I began to relentlessly investigate the future of my faith within the Christian family.

The last churches I regularly visited was evangelical and nondenominational. I found myself more in line with their doctrine but quickly understood the reason many outsiders—and even those inside Christianity—were deeply confused. There are many theological positions within both these Christian belief structures. Also, many pastors and ministers in all the sects became hands-off, labeling certain theology as coffee talk or biblical confusion unless society demanded a response. Don’t get me wrong, their heart is in the right place and provide a great service to the world spreading the Gospel encouraging people to read the Bible but I would hear all sorts of variations on the church’s role, like that there is one perfect church and that there is no such reality as the perfect church. And tithing. Oh my goodness the various interpretations on tithing as if the majority of the church’s spirit has been abolished or replaced by worldly persuasion. One time I was praying during worship, and the offering basket hit me in the head. I looked up and saw a woman wearing a name tag holding an offering plate. Having stumbled upon this before, I had come prepared and took a sandal out of my bag. The sandal was filled with dust and covered in ten one-dollar bills, 10 percent of my last month’s chore money. I placed the shoe in the offering basket. The look on her face was worth more than 10 percent.

On a positive note, there were many good aspects supporting the Great Commission, but the true spirit of the church separating from worldly attributes was lacking. Now sixteen years old and not finding the answers God placed on my heart, on a cold day of September, I revisited my Catholic church, expecting to greet the priests I have not seen since I was twelve. A young priest told me that the monsignor had passed away and the other priest had retired and was now living in Italy. My heart sank, desperately eager to have a man of God as a confidant.

Leaning against the church building, I was upset about the Christian ministers who responded kindly because of my age, gently referring to my questions as unfaithful to God’s message and my need to just be a kid. I told them that God said to ask questions only to strengthen one’s faith, not create doubt as some unbelievers behave by appearing to be saved. Some qualified believers answered honestly without fully understanding my questions and encouraged me not to lose faith. The majority said my questions pertaining to the heavens and other worlds were pure fantasy, strongly suggesting I not bother focusing on those areas of study. I was tired of being called unique for my age and not finding answers from studied Christians or those in high authority. I understood there are questions only God can provide, but that cannot pertain to all areas of theology. That would mean there needs to be more faith in science than in God, and I knew God could definitely be found in an authentic scientific approach. I desired the whole truth no matter the consequences. The same truth resulted from the One who sacrificed everything on the cross to save all humankind.

I moved to a more private location and leaned against the exterior wall next to the entrance gate to the Calvary display. I gazed toward the sky, wondering why God created me. Why did he create me with a passion to seek uncommon biblical interests? Well, ever hear the saying, Be careful what you pray for because you just might get it? Walking toward me in a silver-draped robe and a white hood was the one person I did not think God would have chosen as the vessel to deliver my prayers.

All that searching with no answers and you’re still seeking. What’s the point? Why not give up? Is your time and energy really worth stressing out? Just accept the fact there are no real answers in faith to your questions, and just love God like a good Christian. He will definitely not love you less.

Listen, Adeo, if that’s your real name. First, my mom thinks you’re just a figment of my imagination, my brother thinks I have a freakish mind, and frankly, you haven’t proven to me that you didn’t escape from a mental institution.

Adeo smiled. What if I did?

I semi-sarcastically responded, Well, which one, because I know plenty of hospitals in town from visiting the children and stressed-out college students in the mental wards?

Ha! College kids. You’re very young to receive access to those areas.

When did God say having connections with people who help those in need was a bad thing?

Adeo laughed. Connections, connections you say. You think you have connections? Ha! You really think you’re smart, don’t you?

Actually no. But I’m smart enough to know you’re something special. Now, are you about to leave me again for another two years or first amuse me with your imaginative universe stories?

Adeo stood quietly before answering. Okay JJ, I’ll take you there if you are absolutely positive about reaching the next level of your new life. The very moment you accept the destination specifically designed according to the created universes, you will enter a new level of Christianity inaccessible to the average believer. Everyone lives according to their standards, and only a few in perfect form. Once you choose the destination mapped out for your life, you will never be greater than anyone other than yourself. Those who fit this category serve either evil or heavenly justice. Do you understand?

My heart believed him, but there was a section of my brain that was afraid he was an absolute nut for brains. Grace became my wisdom, encouraging a slight nod. He stood there sternly waiting for a vocalized answer. Okay, Adeo! Yes! I believe! Now what? You about to kidnap me or something?

He walked past the gate with an intent look on his face as he entered the Calvary path toward the tablet of the twelfth station. The Spirit took over, and I found myself following him. Making sure no one was around, he touched the stone tablet with his right palm and then calmly said, According to our standard, may the selection process begin.

The tablet glowed, and he instantly disappeared. Could this be real? Did this mean I would receive some answers from the countless prayers about the mystery of life involving the seven days of creation on earth? Consequences began to overwhelm my mind. I absolutely believed in God. Even though it was not stated explicitly in the Bible, I believed in the Holy Trinity and that there was a devil in opposition to God’s plan but my spirit could not help desire to investigate life on other planets. I didn’t want to miss out on the current opportunity because of a lack of courage.

I mimicked Adeo’s words. According to our standard, may the selection process begin.

As I stood there waiting for the tablet to glow, nothing had happened. I knew it! I thought to myself, Why did I even bother? Well, at least I found out the truth. What happened next lined up exactly to Adeo’s words changing my life forever. I turned around to walk away from the Calvary walk path, finding myself on the actual Calvary road.

I’ll never forget saying, Dear Lord, what in heaven happens now?

My clothing was different. I was wearing an unusual white hooded robe with a small purple embroidered cross on the left side over the heart. Civilians in the area found my actions suspicious as I stood there motionless.

Adeo, now at my side riding on a colt, extended his hand, asking, Are you ready, young disciple, or are you perfectly fine knowing you could have experienced an adventure but chose to stand still, never moving forward?

I remembered back to the times I spent sitting alone in my room