The Soul-Catcher's Calling: Sponsored by Supreme Command

By Nigel J. Jamieson LLD

There are hot-spots, sink-holes, and hell-holes all over the earth. They move around a bit. Baghdad in Iraq has been often a hot-spot, Kabul in Afghanistan is another. Then there's the sink-hole of Tehran in Iran, together with the recently war-torn Damascus in Syria. Don't blame the places, nor even the folks. New York in the USA, London in the UK, and Brussels in the EU are no different for being sometimes politically-sinking hot-spots or terrorist-targeted hell-holes. In terms of prophetic history, a welter of the world's biggest cities are everyday battlegrounds from which governmental academics compartmentalise their own specialist solutions. Most of these solutions, whether military or civic, fall so far short of the cosmic solution as to escalate the existing state of world disorder. Sure enough, without a barebones history of hell there's no point to fixing up hell-holes. Without the briefest history of heaven, it's also pointless to shore-up sink-holes. And as for the world's hot-spots, you have to look as deep into the souls of the good-guys as you do into the souls of the bad-guys. But you can't just walk off from compartmentalising a problem and expect it to sort itself out. For a workable solution you've got to bring back all the component parts together again that you first took apart and make them work together. That's exactly why this Soul-Catcher's Calling stops at nothing short of dealing with all things both under the sun and beyond the sun. Soul-catching is a military operation, at first under command, and then undertaken entirely by personal commitment. All such tours of duty overseas will be carefully monitored and guided by the most experienced of guardian angels. However perilous the front-line travel, none who seriously commit themselves to this soul-catching operation shall get left behind.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Xlibris NZ
• Release date: Jan 8, 2020
• ISBN: 9781543495904

Nigel J. Jamieson LLD

This 82 year-old Scots-born author, coming from a family with military, scientific, and scholarly backgrounds, is a much-travelled and deeply-thinking person. As a musician he has broadcast both often as a soloist and from the orchestral platform. He holds degrees from three universities, in philosophy, literature, and law. As a lawyer he worked first in private practice, later as a parliamentary counsel, and has lectured in law schools for over 50 years. He has survived a few world wars, and has seen out the last days of the Soviet Empire while working in Minsk (Belarus) and the emergence of the new Russian Republic (and Commonwealth of Independent States) while living later in Moscow. With more than 200 often lengthy publications to his credit in more than seven countries, and in several languages, his authorship is already established. After a long and happy marriage, but widowed in later life, he has four children and eight grandchildren. Looking ahead, he walks wherever and whenever he can; and for the first time, with his newly-wedded wife, last year took up skiing. This is the first major book he has pursued to the point of publishing, but he has many more already written, and yet others in the offing. As a fully committed follower of Jesus Christ, he hopes to continue his calling to authorship by writing through his last treasured years in Dunedin, New Zealand— one of the world's UNESCO Cities of Literature.

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BOOK ONE

A Very Brief yet Also Overall Conception

of All Things under the Sun

A Thousand and One Nights

Think you, that I put too high a price upon this carpet, my lord? Its properties are both unique and marvellous. You only have to sit on it, bid yourself in thought to be elsewhere, and no matter how near or how far or how otherwise difficult would be your predestined travel, in the twinkling of an eye, this carpet shall carry you there …

The Arabian Nights of Unending Stories

Intro 1—Eli: Some souls come into this world as if on a magic carpet (in ancient texts, called the samolyot, or self-flying machine). For such free-flying souls, it’s as if nothing ever goes wrong. It’s as if some cosmic force goes with them. Do you begrudge such privileged people their forcefulness? Never mind, that’s close to what lawyers call a leading question, so beware just yet of even asking that question, far less trying to answer it.

For any mere mortal, one can carry this process of as-if thinking too far. The heartfelt wonder which such apparently privileged persons evoke from others as to their forcefulness can provoke a corresponding vulnerability which everyone else shares. Sooner or later, the extreme positivity of as-if thinking engenders in mortals the negativity of what-if fear. We’ll soon learn the universal equation—that to every particle of positive matter, there is a complementary particle of negative antimatter. There now, you know more about this existing heaven and earth, as well as about the new and shortly to be replaced heaven and earth, than you’ve ever known before.

This is the very point at which the battle—between right and wrong or good and evil or righteousness and unrighteousness—can come to the fore. The issue then becomes one of accepting public responsibility, both for one’s own forcefulness and for the vulnerability it occasions both to oneself as well as to others.

From those often very forceful souls to whom much authority is given, much more is often required of them in the exercise of that authority. What if this magic carpet of their privileged authority, flying all the time so high in the public eye, then becomes for each of them a fearful and perilous tightrope on which they must learn to balance their own personal vulnerabilities against their public responsibilities? Each day and every day, on behalf of others, they must go on performing this collective balancing act in the public eye. They get tired, they get bored, they get blasé, and so down to earth, they come a cropper.

Intro 2—Daffyd the Welsh Songster: This is the high wire (frequently electrified) of public responsibility. That responsibility is as often socially and morally expected as it is professionally and governmentally imposed. It is the one on which the most celebrated persons of privileged authority and their followers—from heads of states down to members of the press—must learn most to walk their talk. As often sideways, backwards, or on their hands and knees, they do so all without a safety net. When always in the public eye, it’s almost impossible to walk and talk as others do—more routinely straightforward. Have a care for those in public office—so often mistaken for celebrities.

Intro 3—Robert Miller, MA, BD: None in public office—from preachers and policemen to professors honoris and teachers of tiny tots—is/are exempt from this very often fearfully perilous balancing act. This is the expected equation of governmental equilibrium from those in high-wire authority that can be both hard to fulfil as well as hard to explain. It is an equation even still harder to enforce or to satisfy the expected well-balanced equation at the top of the high wire when maintaining the same privileged authority at the collective ground level.

All the same, it’s as if the charmed lives of such apparently privileged people working beyond extrahigh voltage (and suitably salaried) levels on some of earth’s highest and main grid wires are still enchanted. This is so despite their public lives being made so obviously dependent on either the grid stringers of those high wires or on the constant advertising of the magic carpet purveyors by which those privileged celebrities may be whisked away (with golden handshakes or by way of golden parachutes) whenever from and to wherever they would want to go.

From the ground level of a very mundane and still flat earth, it seems as if they live their celebrated lives, whether as legislators, judges, or police commissioners. For themselves, they live as if in a fairy tale, but as often, the fairy tale of their lives turns nasty—as nasty as a nightmare. For them, it’s as if the whole wide world (as seen as if laid out flat from wherever they are) is an Arabian Nights Entertainment. Note well, these little words as if since a great deal hangs on them. And remember that in real life as well as in the Arabian Nights Entertainment, the daily miracle of each new dawning day depends on overcoming the scariest challenge of last night’s nightmare. Life for many, whether at the top or at the bottom of the social ruckus, relies on the outcome of that nightly fairy tale told as by Scheherazade (the narrator survivor of those one thousand and one nights known for being the aforesaid Arabian Nights