The Internet of Heaven

By Wisam Ra'ad

As a deep operative working alone for world peace, Sammy Hanna had been trained from a young age to be a warrior. One day, a new destiny dawned when he discovered what was referred to as the God Formula. It revealed what had been undefined and would produce extraordinary results. His objective was to obtain complete control. Sammy demonstrated his influence on Earth. A new age had come through takeovers of the internet, achieving higher levels of consciousness, recurring virgin births, and miracles. Sammy's life was in constant danger throughout his existence. His identity was initially secret and his divinity unclear. His progress was crippled by an illness that caused him much pain and suffering. Through a series of highs and lows, dreams and hallucinations, he evolves in consciousness to realize a new human identity that will help shape the future. He was the most unlikely hero. He reveals himself slowly through lecturing and writing until there is no other conclusion that could be reached. Sammy had arrived and would change the path of humanity to avoid its destruction. He would neither confirm nor deny who he was, but all the evidence eventually pointed to him. His DNA was no longer double helix shaped, but was a series of intertwined loops of infinity symbols. Everything was connected, infinitely. As the universe exposes its yet unseen beauty and expanse, many possibilities appear for all of us to explore. The novel is particularly relevant in a time of constant changes and advancements in technology. With international settings like Paris, Jerusalem, Toronto, and Dubai among others, the writing blends scientific facts with fictional creations. The Unity Theory of Calculus and the cut off letter 'w' www.facebook.com Calculus. The Unity Theory. www.facebook.com

• Language: English
• Publisher: Christian Faith Publishing, Inc.
• Release date: Oct 27, 2020
• ISBN: 9781098038311

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The Internet of Heaven

Wisam B. RaaEUR(tm)ad

ISBN 978-1-0980-3830-4 (paperback)

ISBN 978-1-0980-3831-1 (digital)

Copyright © 2020 by Wisam B. Ra’ad

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Table of Contents

He Got Game

Desert Rose

Ordinary Miracle

Superman (It's Not Easy)

Let It Be

millennium Corporation

Unwell

The Scientist

Beautiful

Beth

Breakaway

Keep Holding On

Something to Believe In

Whisper to a Scream

The Reason

Only God Knows Why

Machine Head

Bittersweet Symphony

Forever Young

Rearranged

Have a Little Faith in Me

Speed of Sound

Be Like That

That I Would Be Good

In This Life

Meant to Live

Blurry

Lose Yourself

Hunger Strike

The Man Who Can't Be Moved

I'll Be

Solsbury Hill

One of Us

Bring Me to Life

In God's Hands

World's On Fire

Perfect

Somebody

Scared

Kryptonite

Time of Your Life

About the Author

1

He Got Game

As Sammy Hanna returned from a friend's apartment, the bus let him off on the corner of the street where the three buildings that comprised his housing complex were located and the apartment where he lived with his mother. There was a fair amount of light in the area, and there was a large park on the one side of his building, a casino, a plaza of stores, and some largely undeveloped areas. It was like an island in the middle of a body of water. He could see the flashing lights of the casino across the highway and its adjacent huge parking lot. The casino was full of bad memories of gambling, slot machines, jackpot bells sounding in the distance or close by. He wanted to win money and lost most times. He was once enamored by the glitz and sounds of the slot machines and their various games. He started at penny slots, five-cent slots, then moved on to the twenty-five cent ones, and subsequently on to the dollar games. Sammy and his girlfriend, Trish McIntyre, spent many nights there losing money but continued to play hoping to win their money back. Trish had beautiful red hair and freckles. Many nights she would beg him not to go. Sometimes he relented, but he would sneak out the next day for some afternoon slot action. It was the devil to him, a demon he could not seem to control. Evil was in disguise—greed and stupidity intermixed.

He crossed the street from the bus stop and entered the twenty-four-hour gas station with a late-night convenience store to buy a pack of cigarettes. He also bought a $4 Scratch for Life ticket promising $2,000 a week for life. As he walked out, he dreamed about scratching three life symbols and winning the jackpot prize. Sammy would be set for life financially. He proceeded to the corner and again crossed the street and walked toward the building entrance. He lit a cigarette from his opened pack. He did not want to smoke inside the apartment and affect his mother's allergy to smoke. He entered the building area through the southside pathway. He was initially surprised at what he saw. There were five young Hispanic teenagers gathered in a circle at the walkthrough to the side entrance of his building. Sammy sensed trouble, and an eerie thought popped into his mind. danger! danger! was the message he heard as he tensed up and prepared for a possible confrontation. There was no one around. It was 2:30 a.m. There were four males and one female teenager dressed in hip-hop dance clothes, bandanas, bulky sweatshirts, loose lowriding pants, and baseball hats that were oversized and tilted at an angle. This was the style at the time. Sammy remembered a previous spray-painting incident warning of the presence of gangs at the triplex that was his home. He also remembered that he was frequently asked by youths around his building complex for cigarettes but usually in the daytime. At night, this was a bad situation to be walking into.

What were five teens about sixteen or seventeen years of age doing at this late time? his mind questioned. alert = yes. He began to carefully examine his surroundings as well as the composition of the group, their individual locations, their body size, and their respective threat level. He knew he would be forced to squeeze through the group, dissecting their tight circle. Their positioning blocked any alternate approach as he could not go around the group, which was directly in his path to safety. danger = yes. A familiar awareness popped into his thoughts. He had been there before. Visions of his youth flooded into his mind. He had always protected his mother, father, and his three less combat-experienced brothers. He vowed to do it throughout his youth and even the rest of his adult life. He was the self-appointed protector of his five family members. It was his duty and his honor to protect those close to him, as it was part of his inner being. He was talented in street fighting given what he had gone through in his thirty-year life so far. He was now 6'1" and about 250 lbs.

evaluate = query = threat. He observed that the largest of the group would be off to the right-hand side of his body as he passed through the group. analyze = danger = high. He felt uneasy as he walked still smoking his freshly lit cigarette. He had already begun to scratch his lottery ticket until he saw the group around a corner about fifteen feet away. His mind quickly began to examine the possible impending danger. begin = yes. Sammy began to plan exactly how a theoretical fight would progress. Situational awareness was key. He examined all the possibilities. open = memory = old fight. Watch for weapons, he reminded himself. query = fight = probable.

Always remember to look at their hands, without seeming to be, his master teacher of martial arts always told him. His teacher meant to observe sources of danger, and to obtain a whole picture of the scenario. It had been ingrained in him, and he sadly faced the possibility of violence. Once again, he might be forced to protect himself from injury. His will and his body were strong. He evaluated his surroundings and the possible confrontation with the group. time = begin. He initiated a program in his brain that included all that he had learned in his life about self-defense. He was brave, yet concerned. program = fight = upload. He knew he had to strike first and initiate the fight if he was attacked or confronted as he entered their invisible circle. His larger target would almost be in front of him, on the far side of the group and slightly to his right. In many of these situations, being the initial aggressor is the best position to be in. one, action = on. Strike the largest individual first, quickly and savagely. The first target would get a swift kick in the testicles, which would cause total immobilization. He would surely fall from the surprising, aggressive, and powerful strike and would be knocked to the ground. query = proceed. He continued to plan and analyze.

two, as the first one falls, he would rotate his body, striking the second target with his left forearm, which would be simultaneously spinning to his left. The strike of the forearm with the jaw would cause unconsciousness with lightning speed. attack = continue = yes.

three, evaluate = strike. Kick the third male now closest to his left on the right side of the rib cage and stomach area. This would cause the ribs to be severely impacted and possibly crack. Any strike to that area would force the air out of his lungs leaving the subject unable to breathe for a few moments in intense pain. alternative = kick the stomach, kick the head, or punch the solar plexus. The last was an extremely dangerous move to perform. The strike is a kill shot meant to cause death when used with force, and everyone reacted differently to such an assault. About four seconds would have elapsed. continue = evaluate = turn. He would attempt to avoid the smallest male and only female, the weakest individuals in the group. Time was of the essence.

four, the final two would be on the left side likely terrified. query = danger. If any visible threat still existed, he would turn back to the right and strike the nose, if any of the three had recovered from his vicious strike. query = strike. All three targets would likely be still on the ground.

five, escape = yes. While spinning to the right, he would begin to run forward to the walkway, and hopefully, he was able to escape. He would now have his exit point and an unobstructed path to safety, or so he thought. proceed = run. Flee through the walkway and continue to the front of the building. There he would allow himself some time and distance from the group. He would have time to use his entry card to access the area where the security cameras and elevators were located. Get out of there quickly and get away unharmed, the instinctive voice in his head repeated. The final step was to leave the area. It was always the last step. A quick escape was the final and most vital action for survival and victory.

Sammy would often unleash a fury that shocked many observers who said they had never seen an attack so ferocious before. His actions were now planned, and the result would leave him unharmed. He was focused and prepared in an instant. Sammy programmed his intended actions and his methodology of defense. At this point in his life, he always fought without emotion or feeling. Most importantly, he used controlled and directed rage, not anger. He always controlled his anger as it was truly his weakness and a flaw that he possessed. The depth and voracity of the black rage he was cursed with cut deep inside his soul and was unfathomable to most people. In previous situations, anger had been the governing force that he fought with. Anger would always cause him to remember only visual fragments of the fight leaving him vulnerable, but his auditory recollection was still very intact. He only heard the voices and sounds of the fight. Now he saw and remembered every excruciating millisecond.

His body acted and reacted as if controlled by some unseen force and directive. The algorithms and actions were now decided. defend = fight = ready. His strength, quickness, and the amount of force he used would temporarily incapacitate the group and could occur, possibly in moments. Only if absolutely necessary, he repeated in his mind. The female teenager would be left unharmed unless she attacked him. It would complicate things, and Sammy would be forced to strike the young girl to protect himself, if necessary. Shame if that happens, he accepted. She could have a knife or a gun and hurt him. He could approximate what would happen but never knew for sure. He unleashed an attack on people who threatened him and felt no guilt when responding to the danger he was faced with. He had been nearly 100 percent effective in previous situations. He never showed malice to anyone and had no hard feelings yet always seemed to regret what had to be done. Sammy always forgave himself for the violence as he was only doing what life forced him to do. A strange calm came over him as he walked and prepared himself for what could happen. In moments, destiny awaited.

begin. Click. program = new = old. start = newfight. In the nearly eighty street fights he had been involved in, he was never injured. He was initially an untrained street fighter. He overcame attackers with strength and the ability to react quickly. He now had greater knowledge, the utmost skill, and training in combat. His brain and body were always prepared. The now overweight and much older Sammy was a true weapon. upload = warrior. In an instant, he was prepared for any type of physical attack.

As he broke through their circle with his eyes slightly down, he tilted his body sideways to avoid physical contact with any of them. He had a narrow path to get through. Sammy avoided eye contact with any of them to prevent misunderstood or fearful glances. He watched and studied their movements, searching without moving his eyes for any offensive action. Moments in his life where he had to use force overlapped in his mind quickly. The sum of all his memories and experiences prepared his mind and body. To him, the rapid clicks he sometimes heard in his mind represented the memories opening from storage, like a camera shutter taking pictures. The images and memories he recalled represented the sum of all his knowledge in self-defense. His cardiovascular conditioning had greatly decreased because of his heavy smoking. All his fights were over in moments.

Sammy had also trained his field of vision using various techniques, and his eyes were able to defocus and widen to expand his peripheral vision to approximately 240 degrees of view. Most humans have a visual scope of less than a normal 180 degrees, mostly in front of them. Click. analyze = entrance…threats…position…distance…size. attack = verify, action = hold. Sammy would try to bypass the group but had to go through the circle of five. continue = no contact…no attack…no words…walk…proceed to entrance. query = attack. Is an attack present? None of them acted aggressively toward him or said anything as he passed. He could sense eyes watching him, evaluating him. new = danger = rear. His mind was calm. ready = brace. None of the teens did anything, but he sensed and observed the larger teen had been watching him. query = attack = possible…query = danger = yes…attack = pause. He found a place near the alcove of the entrance, which was about twenty feet away. action = stop. He stood with his back to the wall closest to the teens. Three obstacles left only one attack possibility that would come from his right side and slightly behind. He erred and thought that he should have put his back on the wall facing the group but was distracted by the new sixth youth that was past the alcove. Another 5'7" tall, 160 pound male youth was about 8 feet in front of him sitting on a ledge. query = command = wait. He leaned against the wall, continued smoking and scratching his lottery ticket. He had arranged the scenario so he was protected on three sides, but this would only afford him temporary security. Don't look afraid. Don't be afraid. Look calm and act calm, his mentor's voice played in his mind. The subroutine new fight was still running and ready.

He was now presented with a new scenario. Here we go again he thought. His look was relaxed and his demeanor unafraid. He was forced to register with the local police because of all his training in martial arts in hand-to-hand combat, multiperson attacks, use of weapons, and control of weapons someone might possess. Sammy didn't realize that he still had his new package of cigarettes in his hand, and the half scratched off lottery ticket was very visible. As he stood there, he was approached from behind and the right side by the largest youth who was about 5'8 tall and 180 pounds. The individual asked him for a cigarette as Sammy casually leaned against the wall, prepared for trouble, and watched for any movement of the body or hands. query = attack = hold. He didn't look at the seventeen-year-old directly and quietly replied, I don't give out cigarettes anymore. You are too young."

You can't just give me one! he demanded.

Shit! Sammy realized that he should have just knocked off the lit end of his cigarette and gone inside the relative safety of the building. There was no way out now. He didn't want to show that he was afraid as he may encounter these youths again. He remained relaxed and insisted, No, in a calm voice. He prepared to attack the aggressor with a rising side punch to the face and subsequent blows, if necessary and only if time afforded it. He continued to watch out of the corner of his eye. The youth turned and walked back to the circle and began a verbal attack. Asshole! he yelled out. Sammy did not turn or look. In a few seconds, he rotated his head slightly to the right to see the teen approach. query = strike = hold. The irritated youth passed him and proceeded to sit on the ledge ahead with the sixth youth. They were both staring at him and whispering to each other. Sammy did not speak.

Fucking faggot! the larger one blurted out loudly. Sammy continued to casually smoke his cigarette and continued to scratch the lottery ticket. He won back the four dollars he had spent on the ticket and placed it in his side bag, hardly worth what might possibly happen. He also didn't realize that he had five expensive hockey cards in his bag that he had traded with his friend to add to his collection. The sixth youth stood up as he continued to watch without alerting anyone. He saw that this one acted differently. The teen reached into his pocket, stood up, and whispered to his friend.

alert = danger = new…query = weapon = possible…escape = yes.

There was some cigarette left, but Sammy did not want to just throw it so the youths could pick up it up and finish it. He immediately threw his half of a cigarette to the ground, stepped on it in an act of defiance, and crushed it to destroy the remainder. The teen initiated a slow-motion turn in his direction and began to approach in a casual manner. Time is short, he analyzed. He needed to respond calmly but quickly. He instinctually sensed that the youth may do something and attempt to rob him using a weapon to back up his slow but brave advance. A weapon is a great equalizer in these situations, and body size becomes less relevant. His master always insisted, With a knife, it does not matter how good you are at martial arts. You will get cut. He reacted and slowly reached into his left jeans pocket for his computer key pass to enter the building. He artfully extended his left arm to the door's sensor to open it. No one could see the money, identification, and credit cards he had wrapped around his key pass as the view was obscured. Unfortunately, they had seen the lottery ticket. The door opened with a loud beep that startled Sammy. He entered the building seeing the approaching youth out of the corner of his eye. The building's door stayed open for a period of time because it was set up for disabled and elderly residents, who required time to get themselves in the door. query = danger = yes. He looked behind him at a safe distance to see the youth pass where he had just been standing. He turned the corner and walked briskly down a well-lit hall to the elevators. query = safe = unknown. He now had the deterrent of the building's security cameras focused on him. He surmised that the youth would likely not enter the building as the monitoring company would view and record any kind of attack. query = safe = no. He pushed the button for the elevator, which was already on the ground floor. He entered the elevator, and the door closed behind him.

new fight = end…result = safe…analyze = yes…memory = save

As he entered his apartment, he told his mother about what had happened. She was concerned and wanted to call security or the police. He knew that would lead to more trouble and make matters worse. He would have ratted on them and be considered in contempt. Involving security or the police would violate gang or teen code, and the matter or conflict would surely escalate. The situation had been temporarily halted, at least. The youths of the day acted and dressed to represent themselves as gangsters. They thought they were rappers or thugs, as the songs they listened to glorified. The Spanish youths could be a gang, he concluded, but it was unclear. Their mentality was to act tough, use strength in numbers, and intimidate people. He kissed his mother good night and proceeded to record the event on his computer and prepared for sleep. data = new fight = end. As he lay in bed, thoughts raced through his mind, as he knew that he had narrowly avoided a conflict. Sammy was proud of himself, his thoughts, and his actions.

conclusion = success, new fight = store = memory.

He wondered about the next time he would encounter this group. He knew it would likely happen again. Another incident leading to another problem he would have to deal with in the future. He was weary. He took his prescribed medications and soon after began to feel drowsy. begin = program = sleep. His inner demons would not allow him to sleep without pills. An image appeared in his sleepy thoughts: the large H of the nearby hospital flashed in his mind. He saw a picture of the hospital that was clearly visible through his living room window. He needed the medication to slow down his mind and allow him to sleep. Am I going to return to that damned fifth-floor psychiatric ward? he thought. Never again, he assured himself. A series of thoughts entered his mind as past memories of being hospitalized, cries going unheard and waiting until they decided to release him, when he was calm enough. Since he was a tall, strong, and angry man, they would always restrain him and injected him in the hip or buttocks with a creamy-looking drug in a hypodermic needle. He never asked what it was. He would have to be quiet, calm and give in to their authority over him because he had been committed. That was another time, he thought. If he was ever confronted with the police, nurses, or doctors again, he would calm down and say very little. Things would not turn out as he expected.

He was finally relaxed enough to fall asleep. sleep = success.

2

Desert Rose

In the future, after reading about the use of nuclear weapons, Sammy closed the history book. He had come to the realization that the holes in the ozone were not exactly what they appeared to be to scientists at that time, and had a more insidious cause. He wrote letters to significant officials and explained that he had a new theory about the holes in the ozone and requested a platform to discuss the details. He could not inform them fully of what he was going to say but was allowed some freedom based on the trust he had established with the scientific community. He had already published small articles in Scientific American and other journals and was considered a bright and open-minded scientist. An arrangement was made for him to present some of his ideas. He was pleased that an open forum was created for discussion and analysis of various topics. He was invited to give a speech at New York University to an audience of about one thousand people, including some invited officials from various countries and the United Nations. Students and professors helped fill the audience, along with any others that wished to hear him speak. There was standing-room only for many spectators, and the big crowd made him a little nervous. He had given speeches before, but the excitement of what he was about to reveal was overwhelming. He laid out a double-breasted dark-blue suit with a paisley tie and black shoes for the event.

Welcome, everyone, let's begin with an interesting topic that has been the source of much debate and confusion, he said to the audience. Let's get to the point, Sammy said abruptly. "The largest hole in the ozone is a thinning that occurs at a time of the year when the southern hemisphere is in its late autumn to winter phase and is the weakest point of the atmosphere at