Secrets. . . “Why? Why Not!”

By Norah Wilson

Secrets are things done good or bad that turn our lives around, unlocking a hidden door of knowledge that change the path to the future. A secret is a door, opening a chance, waiting for change least expected in time! Everything has a purpose, and the sacredness of fate and destiny sheds light upon things done in clandestine. Follow closely where secrets are sacred, and a sinkhole once was a cave over a fault-line in the ground. Find out where the Church is a hospital for more than the living, but for the reborn; and realizing the church has another name for rapture; the Church has zoomed! Secrets. . . “Why? Why Not!”

• Language: English
• Publisher: Xlibris US
• Release date: Feb 10, 2021
• ISBN: 9781664157279

Norah Wilson

Norah Wilson is the author of romantic suspense novels Guarding Suzannah, Protecting Paige,and Saving Grace. She is a three-time finalist in the Romance Writers of America’s Golden Heart contest and won Dorchester Publishing’s New Voice in Romance award. Under the pseudonym Wilson Doherty, she and her writing partner, Heather Doherty, write young adult paranormal fiction. A native Canadian, Wilson lives in Fredericton, New Brunswick, with her family.

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Secrets. . .

Why? Why Not!

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Norah Wilson

Copyright © 2021 by Norah Wilson.

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CONTENTS

INTRODUCTION

CHAPTER 1 DIRT & MUD

CHAPTER 2 TWO’S COMPANY, THREE’S A CROWD

CHAPTER 3 LIFE TO BE, OR NOT; IS A WOMAN’S KARMA

CHAPTER 4 THE PRICE OF BRANDY!

CHAPTER 5 A SQUIRREL’S NEST OF ACORNS!

CHAPTER 6 JUST A MATTER OF TIME

CHAPTER 7 THE SINKHOLE OF LUST

CHAPTER 8 FATE OF TIME, CHANCE & CHANGES

CHAPTER 9 FORGIVE AND YE SHALL BE FORGIVEN!

CHAPTER 10 HIDE/SEEK/PEEK-A-BOO

CHAPTER 11 SACRED SECRETS UNFOLD

CHAPTER 12 THE BACK ROAD TO HOME IS THE LONG WAY HOME

CHAPTER 13 DEAR DIARY

CHAPTER 14 THE WEBS OF LIFE

CHAPTER 15 BORN UNDER THE SHADOW OF FATALITY

CHAPTER 16 IT’S A DOG FIGHT!

CHAPTER 17 THE ROOT OF ALL EVIL & SINKHOLE OF ALL SECRETS

CHAPTER 18 SECRET STRATEGY TIMES 3

CHAPTER 19 A MAN’S WORLD, DOG FIGHT & A WOMAN’S SCORN

CHAPTER 20 TWO MEN IN A DOGHOUSE

CHAPTER 21 GOOD MEASURE, PRESSED DOWN, SHAKEN TOGETHER, RUNNING OVER SHALL MEN GIVE UNTO MY BOSOM

CHAPTER 22 "F.ORGIVEN, R.EBORN C.HURCH OF K.ARMA!

CHAPTER 23 WHAT A NAME FOR THE CHURCH OF THE WORLD!

CHAPTER 24 2021 WHY? WHY NOT! CHURCH OF ZOOM-DOOM!"

ABOUT THE AUTHOR

AUTHOR NOTES

SPECIAL ACKNOWLEDGEMENT & APPRECIATION!

SUMMARY

INTRODUCTION

"W HY DID ANYONE need to know? I can have my cake and eat it too! I plan to keep this a secret not requiring either of them to accept or acknowledge what had been done in their past. I was going to keep the secret; live in the now" and become another link in the chain of deceit!

Secrets are things done good or bad; keys that turn our lives around, unlocking a hidden door of knowledge that change the path to the future. A secret is a door, opening a chance; waiting for change least expected in time! Everything has a purpose, and the sacredness of fate and destiny sheds light upon things done in clandestine!

The Forgiven, Reborn Church of Karma was just that! Everyone had at one time taken something that he had to give back in order to have their peace given back to them! The people knew that THE SPIRIT knew everything; but the people hid things from each other, now realizing that people are the ones that judge after all! When people find out what you have been doing, they judge you by throwing you out of their homes, and jobs and even churches! We all have been Forgiven, reborn; we form the church together and this is the result of karma in our lives! The church is not a place for people that have their lives straightened out, or anything of the like; it is a hospital for the weak, the tormented and the lost wonders that disobeyed their parents! The organized Church of the world has now changed again; ALL goers have GONE Down the wires; ZOOMED up, in the air! Who would have thought it? Since when did your phone provider start requiring you to have a cell phone in order to connect with THE SPIRIT?"

The church has been Zoomed up in a rapture! An all-new world order! Do you really worship in a power other than THE SPIRIT? That may seem blunt if you must zoom to worship……. What on earth will you do if you don’t pay your cell phone bill? As of right now, cell phones have replaced Buildings, bibles, and the towers have become your God! You thought it was great for a God to have you as the apple of his eye; but now, you have God in the palm of your hand! What would you do without the almighty power and light? The church has gone from pillar to post to posting online; finally being raptured up on zoom! This is just as close to being dead as one can get; you can’t feel one another sure enough. You used to be reprimanded for being absent while at the mall on Sundays; now you can shop and still zoom in to check-in the spirit!

Who really cares as long as you got that camera on your phone, and it feels so good seeing that eye knowing that maybe someone is looking and listening, but this is not THE SPIRIT! It’s an all-world order!

If you’re on the housetop, don’t come down! If they say, come go in the desert, don’t go….but looks like more than 2/3 of the population has zoom to the towers that is the same towers that were destroyed in Babylon! Satan would fool the very elect; if it were possible, but it’s not possible to fool the Elect!

Peace, peace; sudden destruction! That’s not what the people want to hear, they are not being prepared for anything! Fear has another name___ Covid-19, but then; 7 more demons, are just around the corner worse than the ones behind us. What will the world fight about next? I know! What are you going to do when the power of the Lord of this world goes out? Pay your cell phone bill; it’s more important than your home. Look how many people are homeless walking around with a cell phone!

It’s more important than a car; you know how Many people are walking with their cell phone in their hand? People are hungry, but we got to talk! We got to zoom! We have just been deceived! The mark of the beast is a number in your hand…your cell number…Duh! Few shall be in the spirit now as was in the days of Noah___ before the flood___ also in the city of Sodom and Gomorrah ____the disobedient were eating and drinking and being merry___ men making merchants of each other___deceiving and being deceived___so shall be in these days! Beyond the shadow of a doubt, lies the secret of truth! Evidence is hidden behind the door of secrets; where the eyes of those who keep watch in silence, judge what others would do, if they only knew! There was nothing I could think of to change the past; time won’t allow me to do that. Fate played so many games, changes took place that needed time to heal. Tomorrow, another chance of fate playing games, within the lives of people hiding secrets between them; but we that dwelleth in the SECRET PLACE OF THE SPIRIT have a

Secrets. . .

Why? Why Not!

CHAPTER ONE

DIRT & MUD

H YPOTHETICALLY, TECHNOLOGICALLY AND scientifically logically speaking; electrons being the positive and negative energies traveling in a closed loop forming a circuit; a function that completes a function without breaking the cycle defining the question, what is a circuit?

Two negative thugs toying with their car’s battery; successfully hacking the circuit! A stroke of luck they thought, but pure ignorance on their parts; also ingeniously tampering with the timing of fate.

Mud and Dirt, as they were called; sinisterians, pleasuring themselves tempting the ill hands of fate. Mud trailed 2 years in age behind Dirt’s age of 40; both grew up together, old enough to do better. Dirt and Mud worked leisurely, doing mischievous destabilizing things in the past, sharing secret laughs of puns or rivals of rifts between themselves.

While their youth drained; replaced by insidious monotony in their hearts, lines of hardness browed their faces. Dirt was positively daring, while Mud was like the broken circuit throwing off disfunction, jumping from his own shadow! Both fortified the other; daring to take the first step; neither willing to be last, or chicken out of anything!

Mud kicked at the tires of the old beat-up car that belonged to his friend; dying a few years back; the car’s battery was just as dead. Without a car and money they were back on their feet; treading on dusty roads too long getting where they wanted to go and too short of time once they had gotten there to get anything done.

Neither of them suspected the dumb thing they were attempting would change their lives incessantly! Dirt refused to wonder what Mud was thinking to get the battery to charge; Mud was wondering what next,___ what would Dirt get him to do proving he was not chicken.

Dirt released his screwdriver into Mud’s fingers between the 2 posts telling Mud to hold the wires together! Without delay, Sparks flew; smoke morphed the air as they hacked into the code of neutron energy.

Dirt knew not to stick that metal of the screwdriver between the two posts, but Mud just done as he was told trying to act brave; he knew he was scared but he had to fake his bravery with pride shown through a fake smile. Hold it still dummy! Dirt yelled swearing as the last effort of influences did its work; he only want to see if he had Mud under his full control, and he did!

Mud’s fingerprints were distorted as the smell of skin drifted into both of their nostrils. This was not to be taken as anything either would fuss over, it would register as a sign of weakness between them on Mud’s part.

Dirt had other things in his fraudulent mind; he gathered his tools that were scattered on the edge of the old truck’s fender as he moved with a certain quickness asserting his pleasure.

Mud moved with an awkwardness, playing it off in silence; cautious not to wince from pain. Dirt always outsmarted him, Mud knew it, but Dirt needed Mud to do his bidding.

This time both had a plan; neither told the other their secret to break the circuit of the bank’s timed schedule that would make a down fall of riches! Mud told Dirt he was going home to nurse his wounds, which suited Dirt just fine as he needed to think out his plan.

Mud knew he was nervous, but he figured he had a good excuse to disappear for a few days to pull off his job. Mud broke the circuit of the bank’s scheduled deliver just like Dirt showed him on the car battery! Using his screwdriver breaking the neutrons’ and freezing them; the machine malfunctioned, throwing the unscheduled delivery down the tubing and on the ground.

Mud hurried with his bag of money loaded on his two-wheel truck; he knew just where his money would be safe from Dirt! The second night, Mud hit another time; being careful not to get too giddy, there were 5 million in each sack, but the sack weight a ton!

Mud had stashed 3 bags, one every night from the same location. He had discovered a perfect hiding place years ago. The power of suggestion was that Dirt thought Mud was too dumb to knowing how to think for himself; but the element of surprise was, Mud was only stupid in where he chose to hide the 3 bags of money! Right under Dirt’s nose, on his land in a weeded area I found a cave, a little secret of my own!

Dirt had no ideal he was being deceived by Mud; several nights before, Mud set a chain of reactions in the circuit of the bank where the last shipment was to be dropped into the armored truck; one bag fell upon the ground one hour before pickup.

He would not tell Mud anything; just using him to make the moves. Dirt’s Mother named him Dyrt but called him little