Omnibus

By Bill Boudreau

Omnibus comprises of two sections:

"From Our Time" where Bill Boudreau's Alter Ego, Guillaume recounts not so pleasant events of our time—The Re-Crucifixion, Bigotry-1963, Depravity-1991, Madness-1994, and Hate-1995.

"Stories" where Bill's Alter Ego makes a brief presence. Then Bill offers fictitious stories—The Good Engineer, The Cigar Lesson, The Punch, Mystic Cave, To Lie or Not to Lie, and The Confessor.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Bill Boudreau
• Release date: Mar 11, 2023
• ISBN: 9798215473269

Bill Boudreau

Bill Boudreau is a French Acadian, born and raised in the small fishing village of Wedgeport, Nova Scotia, Canada. He’s a graduate of the Montreal Technical Institute and earned an MBA from Oklahoma City university. He’s retired from a long career in Computer Software/Engineering and management. His self-published writings books include poetry, fiction, creative-nonfiction, allegory, and passages of his personal life, in addition to publishing books for numerous other authors. Accompanied with guitar, he has written and performed French and English ballads and love songs. His website is: www.billboudreau.com

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From Our Time

From the author

Sometimes, I permit my Alter Ego take over my reflections. His name is Guillaume. In the first person, he wanders, and writes my thoughts. He obtains answers that many times I’m unable to get.

The Re-Crucifixion

Ientered a dark corridor where an old man greeted me. In rags and a long staff to balance himself, he said, I've been waiting for you. My name is Kyros.

A bit nervous, but compelled by an invisible pull, I accepted his reception.

He nudged my elbow and guided me down three steps. Around a corner, we entered a chamber where we stood on a ridge and gazed at a barren terrain.

Look down there and witness what is to happen, Kyros said. "It's what you call Good Friday, early afternoon. Soon, you will see the main event. How will you kill him this time? A sword in the heart is too obvious. I know with technical capabilities and deceptive ways; we can do it without leaving evidence that you did it.

However, someone, somewhere, knows the truth. It may appear you are going to get away with it. There will be a time for redemption.

I listened as the scene materialized.

Kyros said, "Listen to the commotion in the distance. Shouts of hate and accusations without reason.

"He’s coming to the final station. Preparation on the hill is complete. His companions have already been selected and nailed to erected crosses.

Notice the restless crowd swelling at the foot of the hill. Men, women, and children have gathered to see the spectacle. Rebirth of hypocritical deeds, unfounded hate, primal excitement infuses the air.

Kyros paused, and then said, You’re just about to witness the ten blows of the hypocrite’s hammer.

In the vast basin below a battered man lay on a wooden cross. His body smeared with dirt, blood, and whip lacerations. He wore a placid face. He didn’t look at his perpetrators, nor resisted them. His clear and compassionate eyes looked skyward. Blood seeped from skin punctures made by a thorn crown on His head. His left arm stretched out along the reach of the cross. A brut of a man aimed a three-inch spike in the battered man’s left palm.

The first blow of the hammer struck. Punctured flesh, blood dripped from His circled fingers.

Kyros exclaimed, The First Commandment broken: Tree bearing fruits, snake disguises the truth. Seductive eyes, excited flesh, weak, hypnotized by the green snake’s eyes, and blind to deception.

The second blow of the hammer struck, and the spike goes into the wooden cross.

Kyros stated, The Second Commandment broken: Hypnotized by the color of the snake green dollar, cultural measuring rod, and worship wealth like God. You came for their gold, infected their souls. Taught them greed is the only God to feed.

The third blow of the hammer hit. His left hand was affixed to the cross.

As if telling me his thought, Kyros said, The Third Commandment broken: In anger you blame Him. In church, you praise Him. In words, you quote Him. In deeds, you insult Him.

His right arm stretched out along the other reach of the cross. Then a spike guided into His palm. The fourth blow of the hammer struck and punctured His flesh—blood flowed.

Again, Kyros said, "The Fourth Commandment broken: You go to church on Sunday, few to pray. It’s for the neighbors to say to heaven they’re on their