Sierra’s Dreams: Featuring the Sixth Rib

By Victoria Jones

SATAN:
The Heavens is not the only place that knows about the creation of Sierra. Lurking around is Satan, and he knew how essential Maxwell and Sierra would be to God. Even from hell, he could see how exquisite Sierra’s beauty is. He discerned she is the very nature and reason for every living thing place here on earth. With the power of the Lord bestow in them to succeed, their purpose also became important to the angles in heaven and envied by the demons in hell. Lucifer knew that he was incapable of removing them unless he found a way that he could destroy them. His desire was to destroy the very thing itself and its Character. The women, The Sixth rib...

• Language: English
• Publisher: iUniverse
• Release date: Jun 13, 2019
• ISBN: 9781491790038

Victoria Jones

Victoria Jones has lived in the Virginia Breach ,Virginia area for over thirty five years. After being displace on job for seven years , she decided it was time to get back to her passion. It took her fifteen years to write Sierra’ Dreams. She’s the mother of four children.

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Creation of the Sixth Rib

Before the substance taken from Maxwell can reside with her true soul mate. The heavens must first bring her into existence. Removed from the most tender part of Maxwell’s body is his sixth rib. With great love the Trinities will symbolize man’s raw fiber to create his helpmate. Once the completion of her origins is finished, God releases the Angel of protection to place the sixth rib gently into her cocoon for nine months. On the date of Sierra’s birth. Mother Nature will regulate the rhythm of the wind to commence to move. As the sky received the commandment to release the breath of God. It permits the exhale from God to touch earth atmosphere. When earth humbles itself the leaves on the trees propel in the presence of His Holiness. The Holy Dove is urged to spread his wings, in a form of boisterous thunder. His tail touches the earth lifting the cocoon from the ground floor. Allowing the magnificent extent of her structure to appear before the world uncovered. Emerging from the mist of God is the flawless beauty that will represent a woman. The minute the breath of life, enter the man’s sixth rib. When she opens her eyes, she became living flesh. Her protector will step away from his post as the one assigned to follow God’s creation into the world. Taken from Maxwell’s deep sleep in heaven is his woman, Sierra. The sixth rib….

In the universe, we will see that the firmaments are not the only place that will show interest in the creation of the Sixth Rib. Lurking nearby is the Tempter of humans. Even from hell, he knew, and could see how exquisite Sierra’s beauty is. Knowing how essential Maxwell and Sierra is to God. He discerned they are the very reason for every living thing place here on earth. With the power of the Lord bestow in them to succeed, their purpose also became important to the angels in heaven and envied by the demons in hell. Lucifer knew that he was incapable of removing them unless he found a way that he could destroy them. His desire was to destroy life itself and its Character. Starting with the woman, The Sixth Rib…

Chapter 1

(Sierra’s Childhood)

(Mother’s illness)

I recalled hearing many conversations that portrayed how young my mother was when she became pregnant with me. I, Sierra Antoinette Mackenzie was curious and wanted to know the age of my mother when she became pregnant. I took a pencil, paper and start counting out the years that stood between my mother and myself. It educated me about a teenage girl who at the time of her pregnancy was only sixteen and was less than a month after turning seventeen when she gave birth to her firstborn. The identity of my father, I knew very little about him. What I can remember only gave light to a twenty-three-year-old southern boy from Alabama. Who at the time could not read nor write, but gave his assistance in helping Mother Frankie to conceive her baby girl? It was hard for me to believe that a woman of much strength and power, who had fought a good fight for so long, was now brain dead and was unable to function on her own. At 5:00AM, I enter the corridor of Mercy Hospital and I was minutes away from walking into one of the rooms in the Neuro care unit where my mother was a patient. Upon walking into her room, when I glanced over the railing of her bed, I knew as soon as I looked at my mother, I was gazing at her outer shell for the last time. Noticing a chair station side my mother’s hospital bed. I slowly place my body in it while trying to accept the pain; I knew my mother’s life journey was ending. As I continue to keep watch over her, I reach for one of the hands that had nurtured me through life. I could not help but wondered, if it had not been for the poisonous insect bite would the loss of my mother would have transpired so soon. Even now, on this despondent day, it clearly brought back to my mind a twelve-year-old girl when it all commenced than to nearly losing her mother. Now at the age of thirty-nine still seated by my mother’s hospital bed, I was enlightened to how life was never the same once we returned from Africa… My eyes begin to fill up with tears knowing my twin girls will never have the chance to meet their grandmother. It has been twenty years since I gave birth to my son Lance. Now I am about to give birth to two babies. In addition, my husband Rocco was chasing after every skirt that would pass by him. I became afraid of my thoughts. I did not know how I was going to do this without my mother. With some many questions spinning in my mind, the only one I craved an answer to has disturbed me for years. I wanted to know why it felt like everything in my life had been preordain for destruction. No matter what I did, nothing seems to turn out the way I thought it was supposed to be. There was a time when I felt like someone was looking over my shoulder and knew my every move or decision. Not excluding, whoever this person is, they were there to stop the blessing and keep peace from reaching me. I have yet to get an answer. Bringing my thoughts back to the present, I glance again over towards the bed where my mother is lying. With tears still flowing from my eyes, I begin to reminisce on that tragic day in Africa…

The Tempter of Humans:

Because it is unimportant to Sierra at this very moment, what she did not know was that someone has been there watching her since the date of her birth… The Tempter of human became acceptable to the facts a spiritual trial is about to be released into her life. He knew if she learns how to set the captive free. It would weaken his power, causing him to lose his authority over her and demolish him. The Tempter understood that the power he holds throughout the universe has its limits. He also could not ignore the alertness and not move quickly. The thought of him watching from hell the gift he had stolen thousands of years ago is now very close to being returned to its rightful owners. Which is Eve’s future generation, Sierra. The Tempter of Humans knew the door could soon close. He had to try to capture the sixth rib or he would lose his opportunity. He knew he had to use Sierra’s own power against her. So, the Angel of Darkness calls on his demons and heads for Africa…

Sierra’s Dreams:

My brain begins to set in motion the time when I was twelve and considered how mother Frankie became sick. While ascending Mount Kekamege located outside the city of Kenya. I notice Mother had become a little exhausted and was bending forward as her left hand was pressed up against the tree in front of her. I remember running to her to see if I could help. Neither one of us knew what had happened when she suddenly removed her hand from the bark of the tree and begin rubbing the center of her palm. I notice a reddish discoloration appearing in her hand. My mother being the person she is, did not want to draw any attention to herself. Not wanting to spoil the tour for everyone else. She brushes the tree’s residue from her hand, and we begin walking to catch up with the rest of the tourists. Within seconds of us catching up with the group. I could see my mother’s face turning pale. An hour later Mother became so sick she was unable to walk back down the mountain to the vehicles waiting for everyone to finish their tour. I did not learn until later that my mother’s illness was triggered by a fat tailed scorpion, causing her body to become invaded with Scarlet fever. In the heart of the rainforest, I remember how my stepfather Daddy Charles tried with the assistance of the tourist’s guide, to get a helicopter to land on the mountain. With them both being unsuccessful with the landing, there was no way of getting Mother Frankie safely to a civilian infirmary. With my stepfather and two sisters, we had to sojourned in the forest for several days. Fortunate for us, we were able to camp in one of the cabins built in the mountain for vacationers. I remembered how appreciative my family and I was to know a doctor was there as one of the tourists who stayed behind to assist. I retain his name when one of the tourist guides introduces him as Dr. Sir Cunningham to my stepfather, Charles Chadwick.

Because of the complexity of Mama Frankie’s condition, the doctor could not do much for her without the provisions and apparatus he needed from the hospital. I knew I could not stand there and watch my mother suffer. Nonetheless, with Daddy Charles and my two-sister Carrie and Tara, we continue to wait for more news on Mother Frankie’s condition. I remember an hour had passed and my mother’s condition was getting worse. I could not take the worrying any more so I excursions out of the cabin to hide my tears beneath the canopy of the verdant forest. Once I felt I was far away from everyone, I position myself under one of the large trees as my tears moist the front of my blouse. Concern about my mother’s condition I could not help myself with my thoughts of losing my biological father just two years ago. James Mackenzie was killed with a gun wound to the head while standing at the ATM on a dark night after getting off from work. I could not understand why the pain of losing my father was still affecting me.

I cannot recollect ever having his presence existing in the same house with my mother and me. In addition, what I did have were little memories of his appearing and disappearing in and out of my life. So why was I hurting for someone I really did not know that well? If it had not been for my Grandmother, Mama Pearl my father’s mother, I would have missed ever having those few memories of him. It hurt being the female offspring of my father, he did not think of me enough to be consistent in my life.

Taking notice to my surroundings, I stop crying and begin walking. Crossing the threshold into what was called the secondary growth of the forest. I stood as though; I was a soldier on duty while watching as flashes of hue, tint, and blush were piercing the deep shades of the trees. While on my imaginary path, I could not help but wish that Majestic Valley were this elegant. Extending my arms, I swerved myself around so fast that I fell into the cushion grass of the forest floor. Not knowing if I would lose my mother and do with the absence of my father, as the memories of both my parents grew larger in my head, I begin to cry again. As I continue to rest in leisure, I close my eyes and listens to the exotic bird calls. As each one of their vocal cords sung their own musical notes, their Singing allow me to have a moment of peace. With the forest ground position beneath me, I was prompted to process how wonderfully divine God’s creation is and how He created it all in seven days. I realize God has chosen a resplendent sight to share with the people who came to this place each year. I even envision that the seraph in heaven could also hear the harmony coming from the forest. While pointing out the mountain between the trees, the music I was hearing was giving me strength and leading me towards the right path of life. I found my spirit reaching for the heavens. While I perceived the presence of the Holy Spirit was there to greet me, I continued to rest in the deep green grass. My mind voyage took me deep inside my soul to get away from the pain.

I pretended the music coming from the different exotic birds, was preparing the forest for the arrival of a white horse, carrying my knight in shining armor here to take me away from all the agony I am experiencing. In my horizontal position on the floor of the forest, I allow the scent of the forest’s flowers, and moss to ease my thoughts about my mother. My mind went back to the very day my mother and stepfather was preparing to take the trip to Africa. At home, the traveler’s brochures I picked up from the wood coffee table showed that March thru May was the best time to visit Mount Kekamege. I wished it had mentioned the evil menaces that lurk in the mountain also. Bringing my mind back into focus, I detected the splendid orchids amongst the branches of some of the trees. The red and yellow forms known as the Hymenosporum, and Golden pond known as the xanthostemon. They were able to remove some of my unhappiness. On their sighting, I surface from the grass to continue my walk. The sunlight glistering from the flowers was transparent in the desire of my eyes. As it transmitted into my brain the sight was able to astound me to the utmost. Knowing that my mother had travelled so far and will not be able to place her eyes on this tropical rainforest real beauty. Brought back the tears to my eyes, causing me to become unhappy again. On that forethought, I headed back to the cabin to check on my mother… At the campsite Mama Frankie’s condition was touch and go for a while. The therapeutic plants the Doctor used from the Mountain to stabilize my mother’s illness. Allowed us the time we needed to get her off its high peak. Once we were able to reach the local infirmary, Mother Frankie had to have several tests done. Only to find out that the tissue in her heart had suffered great damage and could not be reversed. By the time my family and I were able to get her off the mountain; it was too late for modern medicine to help her. Because of that painful event Mother Frankie will never regain her health back completely. What she did leave with, met her in the mountains of Kenya. She brought back home with her a valuable gift of worship and praise for her Lord and Savior Jesus Christ. Mother Frankie went to Africa as a hell raiser and returned to the United States weeks later a saved woman…

Chapter 2

The beginning of

The Dream World

When I snapped out of my memory bank, I rekindle rubbing my mother’s limp hand. I begin having recollection back to all the Christmas gatherings, The Forth of July’s and Memorial Day’s backyard cookout that took place every year. It was because of mother the family came together to enjoy the Holidays. Now who was going to handle it. Who was going to step up to the plate and carry on what my mother had done for as long as I could remember? Across the room from my mother’s bed was a lazy boy chair. I gently laid my mother’s hand down beside her lifeless body and walked over to the chair. I was happy to find out as old as it was, that it was still able to recline, allowing me to get a little more comfortable. When I had finished adjusting myself in the chair, I looked over at my mother once more before taking my nap, realizing that we were the only two in the room at the time, the tears that had formed in my eyelids begun to dampen my cheeks. I watched as the tubes made their way all over my mother’s body. From the many conversations I had with my mother, I knew that mother Frankie did not want to live this way. How, selfish as it may have been, I as well as my two sisters Tara and Carrie needed more time to adjust to the fact that we would no longer have our mother on this earth with us. Tired from the long drive to my hometown and coming straight off the road to the hospital. I was quickly dosing off. In doing so, I begin feeling the feelings of regrets entering my spirit. Cut short was the years I had to spend with my mother. Due to disobedience in my life I had left home at the age of eighteen and did not let my family know why. I was leaving and before anyone knew it, I had married Rocco then eight months later gave birth to my son Lance. I had told everyone Lance was born prematurely. I did not want my family to know my real reason why I left. The only one that knows about my secret is my husband Rocco…

Introducing

(Rocco Spencer)

What first drew me to Rocco was his profile and his distinctive form of dressing. Whatever he wore he knew he could turn heads and people would take notice. With half of his culture being Puerto Rican the other half African American, Rocco was a nice-looking man and he knew it. Rocco was so keen on himself that he thought that he was God’s gift to every woman that walk by him or step into his shadow. Even the women at Texas State University campus knew him, and they were in love with him. Later, I will come to learn this will be his downfall in life. Rocco was never able to turn away from a challenge, especially if it was a woman who was the one given the challenge. In college, there was no need for him to make a commitment to a female, when Rocco could have any woman, even his best friend girl. Everyone in college was there for the same reason he was. To get ahead in life and have much fun while in the process of learning. In Rocco’s senior year of college, he narrowly escapes losing everything he works to achieve. Getting caught selling the college final test paper on the campus almost cost him his career. In addition, even his College degree. With his parents as well-known members at T. S. U. Is what saves him from being kicked out of school that year. This was good news, but the bad news was it still cost him a year delay of graduating. If it had not also been for his best friend Maxwell, Rocco knew he would not have made it. A year later, he graduated with Maxwell…

Thinking back to when I met Rocco, the distance between my mother and I grew. I can clearly remember my first encounter with him. A week after Rocco and his frat brother Maxwell had arrived home from college. That next Saturday, two of my best friends and I decided to go into town to see a movie. Leaving Carrie and Tara over Marcy mother’s house to play with her two little sisters, I wanted to make sure they were with a babysitter, giving our mother and stepfather some much needed time together. On our downtown adventure, we had stopped at a traffic light. When I took notice to Rocco crossing the street in front of my car…

Sierra: Who Is he?

Tina: Who Rocco"?

Marcy: Everybody knows Rocco. When Rocco is not attending Texas State, He is the hottest thing to walk the streets of Majestic Valley,

Sierra: Why haven’t I heard of him?

Marcy: Never mind who Rocco is! What I like to know is who is his friend?

Tina: What a friend! It might be one of his frat brothers?

Marcy: I haven’t seen him before!

Tina: Neither have I. But he is fine too!

Sierra: Girls we just turn seventeen!

Marcy: "What does that have to do with it?

Tina: "We just got permission to come downtown alone.

Besides Sierra, all last year you were under lock and key out on the ranch. That’s probably why you don’t know Rocco! His family just moved here last year!

Sierra: Very funny guys I remember!

I spent my whole summer on punishment for skipping class!

That reminds me, you two girls owe me!

Tina: How is that?"

Sierra: Because if I had told my mother and stepfather who I was skipping school with. You two would have been on punishment with me if I had told my parents I was with you both.

Marcy: You are right, we do owe you. "So, thank you for not telling on us.’’

Sierra: I have a better idea. Girls!

You are going to help me find out more about Rocco. For now, You can tell me what you have heard about him so far.

While the girls were telling me about Rocco, I watch as he crosses the street in front of my vehicle. I remember how my mind was in orbit trying to think of a way to meet this fine man. Later I learn I did not go without being noticed in Rocco eyes…

Thinking about how I met my husband, I also remembered when I close the door on my family and allowed twenty-years of being away to add up as a great lost to me. I could count on one hand how many times I had come home to visit my family. Four times out of twenty years. My heart hurts when I realized the memory and time with my mother were lesser than the ones my baby sister Tara had with our mother. Why did I let the gap between us grow to become so large?

Sierra having these thoughts on her mind was becoming sluggish, she was ready for her nap and the presence of sleep was ready to visit her as well. Falling into an unusual dimension of sleep, the boundary of the Sierra’s dream world was about to be reborn. Since the days of her childhood, Sierra had stopped dreaming. Now as she was about to enter them once again, her mother’s guardian angel who watched over mother for all these years is now free to walk part of the way with Sierra. The guardian is there to help her not to become afraid of what God was about to show her. The Angel’s voice called out her name:

Sierra,

Sierra lifts herself up out of her chair thinking that her mother had called her. With a feeding tube in her throat there was no way that her mother was able to call her by name. Leaning her head back onto the chair, Sierra hears the voice again.

Sierra!

With sleep weighing her down, she knew not to try again to get up to see but tries to hear and feel where the voice was coming from. Within her very own spirit, she could hear her mother’s voice as the guardian angel voice speaks to her.

Sierra, I am with you always!

She realizes a mystical awareness of God’s presence was in the room with her mother and her. It was at that moment she was able to feel the presence of peace; Sierra was not afraid. She was able to grab hold to the voice that was calling her from deep within. Sierra’s somnolence has taken over and won the fight. Without any hesitation, the door to her dream world had begun to open, permitting her to see beyond the measure of its existence. Through the pages of God’s diary Sierra’s journey had begun taking her back to the age of five. When everything between her and her mother was great, her life was in an area where there was not one bad thought about her mother in place. Sierra’s focus took her back to the first time her mother told her about the story of the special woman…

In her dream world:

After dinner was over, Sierra recalls how Mother Frankie sat down and explain to her how she became the sixth’s rib. While she continues to listen to her mother, as she explicates on how God had taken from a special man his sixth rib to make his special woman. Sierra can hear her mother also telling her what time it will come into effect. She remembers her mother expressing to her how God would bring her to her Adam. Her mother also needed to let Sierra know why it was important that she not let any man touch her in the place that no man should touch her, except for her husband. She tried to make it understandable for Sierra, as much as she knew how.