Night Seasons: “…Things Which Are Coming on the Earth…”

By Cecil Craig Lovell A.A. B.S. M.S. N.C.S.P.

Night Seasons is a book based on Scripture. It has now been 17 years since the publication of the first novel in The Chronicles of The Fruit Thereof. This second chronicle is not for the lighthearted; however, upon reading it, you will be surprised how God’s mysteries begin to be revealed. Retep Sesom and his fellow-believers of God have been quite busy, attempting to alert the world about the birth pangs that have been occurring all throughout the world populous. Yes, Dr. Thris Tinac and Leachim are alive and well on planet earth, sowing their seeds of deception upon those who are not able to discern the truth. Night Seasons tells the world about what the LORD shared with King David of Israel, “I will bless the LORD, who hath given me counsel [guidance]: my reins [my mind] also instruct me in the night seasons.” (Psalm 16:7, Bible) This novel is for those who are bold in the Lord. In sum, “…Fear ye not, stand still, and see the salvation of the LORD, …. The LORD shall fight for you, and ye shall hold your peace.” (Exodus 14:13-14, Bible)
Per the words of the Lord in Revelation 6:1, “…Come and see.” This coming and seeing will allow you to “see” just what lies and awaits each of us—the things that are to occur in the night seasons of this world…
The author of this novel now invites you to take a quick peak at some of the subtitles that are soon to take place in this world:
• The Phoenix Resurrection,
• The Incarnation of the Serpent,
• Visual Effects of 09-11-2001,
• The Advent of the Iconcerebhand Computer,
• Building the Third Temple,
• The Annulling of Americans’ Rights, and
• The Great Contingency.

Now, do you dare read some of the frightening exploits this work will have on the workings of your cerebrum—the frontal lobes of your auditory and visual memories? Such may indeed be reminiscent of an intramuscular injection of a recent vaccine you’ve undergone… Only time will tell… Man’s time-glass is coming to the end of the particles of sand. Do join Retep and his colleagues in this must-read—Night Seasons. Now, if you will, come and see what this novel will propose to your mind. Lastly, be aware of the fact that this novel—Night Seasons—is based on a wealth of biblical knowledge, spirit, and quickening, that is, the eventual edict of the mark, the name, and the number of the earthly beast.

(It is to be noted that Mr. Lovell maintains the freedom of literacy regarding this novel.)

Some of the characters appearing in this work have passed away; some still remain on this earth. Some of the characters may be familiar to you, perhaps people you know in your home, place of work, church, other social groups, or in passing by. Some people will be a complete mystery; however, you will know these people by the fruit they bear…
Some of the future events depicted in this novel will take place shortly (prophecy). As the days draw close to the sunset of mankind, do heed God’s warnings, signs, and wonders. Some of the questions you’ve pondered for years will begin to unfold before your sensory faculties—your eyes and ears… Some things depicted in this work are not science fiction but science fact. Do proceed with the opening of this book, read it, and allow your mind to process what the night seasons is to reveal.

• Language: English
• Publisher: AuthorHouse
• Release date: Mar 20, 2023
• ISBN: 9798823001410

Cecil Craig Lovell A.A. B.S. M.S. N.C.S.P.

Cecil Craig Lovell is a Nationally Certified School Psychologist. He completed his Associate in Arts Degree at Phoenix College, his Bachelor’s and Master’s at Arizona State University, and completed additional work in the fields of Counseling and Educational Psychology at Northern Arizona University and the University of Oregon. His other areas of educational concentration were in the fields of Elementary Education, Special Education, Physical Education, Recreation, and School Administration. His writing is based on a thorough examination of the patterns of human behavior, those patterns of human behavior as evidenced in sociology, psychology, history, human relationships, cognitive structures, neuropsychology, deep studies of the Old and New Testaments, and the future human manifestations that reveal the things that race across this world, that is, “…those things which are coming on the earth …” (Luke 21:26, Bible) The first book in this series of end-time events is titled The Fruit Thereof; and, if God wills, the second novel will be titled, Night Seasons, the book that is now in your hands.

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© 2023 Cecil Craig Lovell, A.A., B.S., M.S., N.C.S.P. All rights reserved.

No part of this book may be reproduced, stored in a retrieval system, or transmitted by any means without the written permission of the author.

This is a work of fiction. All of the characters, names, incidents, organizations, and dialogue in this novel are either the products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously.

Published by AuthorHouse 03/16/2023

ISBN: 979-8-8230-0142-7 (sc)

ISBN: 979-8-8230-0141-0 (e)

Library of Congress Control Number: 2023902988

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All biblical references in this novel are taken from the King James/Authorized Bible.

CONTENTS

Chapter 1(What’s in a Name?)

Chapter 2(Revisiting A Scary Entity)

Chapter 3(Dirt, Dust & Little Big Horn)

Chapter 4(The Worldwide Oration, Confluence, Confirmation, & Conjuration)

Chapter 5(Marking the End of the Days of Mankind)

Chapter 6(The Phoenix Resurrection Seminar)

Chapter 7(Why Do Ye Not Understand My Speech?) (Bible, Jn. 8:43)

Chapter 8(Christ: The Lion of the Tribe of Judah Breaking the Seven Seals)

Chapter 9[God’s] Still Small Voice (1st Ki., 19:12, Bible)

Chapter 10(Great Darkness—Dark Entity & Angel vs. Alien)

Chapter 11(The Incarnation of the Dragon in Human Flesh)

Chapter 12(Come and See, The Interpreting Angel, The 2nd Beast, & The Little Horn)

Chapter 13(Retep’s Words Pouring from God Like Spiritual Liquid)

Chapter 14(The Advent of the Iconcerebhand Computer)

Chapter 15(The Holy Spirit Speaks)

Chapter 16(Visual Events of September 11, 2001)

Chapter 17(Light and Lightning; An Appearance of Serpent Scales)

Chapter 18(The Revived Nephilim; Covid-19 & Go Not Forth (Matt. 24:26)

Chapter 19(The Building of the Third Temple)

Chapter 20(Ark of the Covenant Located)

Chapter 21(Tying Together Aspects of Daniel & Revelation)

Chapter 22(More Data as to the Construction of the 3rd Temple)

Chapter 23(Analysis of Man’s Creation vs. Man’s Formation)

Chapter 24(Hard Sentences & Dark Sentences)

Chapter 25(Not To Forsake Our Fellowship With One Another)

About the Author

I

dedicate this novel to my LORD and Savior—

Jesus, the Son of God, Christ, Messiah.

CHAPTER 1

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(WHAT’S IN A NAME?)

Retep now began to question his very own ancestry. Was he really who he thought he was? Did he need to research his roots? He immediately went to his personal storage vault in order to review some of his personal information. Retep now began to question his very own ancestry. He quickly thumbed through his papers of personally identifiable information, looking for his birth certificate. He found a copy. There was a gold seal on the birth certificate, signatures of medical doctors at the bottom, his date of birth, and an ink copy of his hand and foot prints. It was issued from the hospital of his birth, along with the State of Michigan, Bureau of Census and Live Births documentation.

This was the first opportunity that Retep had ever taken any time to closely scrutinize his birth certificate. He pondered this and realized that he had truly overlooked one of the most profound discoveries of his life. Why had he overlooked what he was about to discover? His attention was then directed to the name typed on the certificate. It read as follows: Retep D. A. Sesom. He was now totally baffled.

He realized for a number of years that his first and last names were extremely atypical in comparison with those of others. However, now he learned that he had been assigned not three names at birth but four. Why? Retep’s parents had given him four names. He was bound and determined to ascertain the rationale behind this query. He thought on how best he might gain some answers as to his two names represented by his two middle initials. He went to his tele-jet and typed in the essential data entry, that is, the name of the Michigan hospital, the correct records department, and a data/archival retrieval number. The number listed was as follows: 676767.

Retep typed in the following message: Message Initiated: 676767, MI hospital, date of birth on 05.10.50, 1:00 A.M., Mrs. David Sesom (Mother’s maiden name @ Hurt), birth name of Retep D.A. Sesom. Query: Need to know the names for which the middle initials (D. and A.) represent and the cost of this transaction. End of message. Retep [e-mail].

Retep’s response required less than one minute. The invention of the Tele-jet was in response to the heavy demand for instant information in the 21st Century. People not only desired information but wanted such with lightning speed and accuracy. If a return message from the Tele-jet Corporation took more than five minutes, such was considered by the public as a waste of time and a poor medium of information exchange. The cost of retrieval of this information queried by the populace was measured via the mark of commodity and the medium of exchange.

Response to Message—Data retrieved via descriptors identified. No information available regarding the representation of your middle initials. Parents refused to provide MI hospital with information. Cost of this transition @ a mark of 50 units of debit. MI hospital, Bureau of Census and Live Births, @ 676767.

Retep was left with only one resolve. He needed to communicate with his parents. He went to his communication module and spoke the code numbers aloud. The code was quickly activated and sounded at his parents’ residence. A written message spread across the written commentary window. Hello, you have reached the following number and letter sequence: 781-315-006-RQZ. Sorry, we are not at home at this time. Please leave us a short transmission and we will return your correspondence upon our return. Stay safe.

Retep left the following transmission: Hello, Mom and Dad! I need to see both of your persons as soon as possible. I hope all is well. This transmission is of the utmost importance. I need to procure some very important information. You are the only two people who know this personally identifiable data. I look forward to our discussion regarding this information. I love you both very, very much, Retep.

Mr. and Mrs. David Sesom were just pulling in their driveway when Retep was completing his oral transmission. As soon as Mrs. Sesom entered her underground passageway and opened the door, the communication module sounded Retep’s prior auditory message. Mrs. Sesom placed her packages on the foyer bench. Mr. Sesom entered the door and asked if Ruth she had received any transmissions that required his attention?

David, we received a call from Retep. His voice sounded a little stressed.

Did you activate the voice emotion indicator on the module?

No, I did not.

I need to hear his transmission. Please activate the module replay and print out a voice-picto-illustration/graph!

The Voice-Picto-Illustrator/Graph was a new piece of verbal-visual technology developed and marketed by Auditions Incorporated Technologies. Such a system was requested and demanded by numerous home owners, those home owners who conducted business enterprises while away from the office. The voice-picto-Illustrator/graph was used to detect the level of stress/emotion of the customer/person while engaged in modular transmission communication. This device was activated by the owner of the technology during any message of oral/written discourse. No matter how the conversation or discussion transpired, a voice-picto-illustrator/graph was always available for review by the owner of the said system.

The technology device printed on a piece of graph paper. The lines making up the graph went in two directions, horizontal and vertical. The numbers on the graph went from 6 to 94, in both directions. Audition Incorporated Technologies analysts stated that people who registered numerals 1-5 and 95-100 were simply off the chart. In other words, these analysts stated that people registering from 1-5 and/or 95-100 were respectively so far off the charts, that is, so depressed or so overly manic, that medical attention was highly recommended.

The other amazing fact about this piece of technology was that it could assimilate the horizontal and vertical lines on the graph and draw an illustration of one’s face, based and compiled by the highs and lows of the said technology. The person’s face on the voice-picto-illustrator/graph was a template, male or female gender. Being able to amass this type of data made available via this device was seen by people in one of two ways—as a blessing, or a curse.

David Sesom activated this technology immediately. His son’s graph and illustrations were quite revealing.

(Mrs. Sesom knew and loved her son deeply. She was able to discern her son’s level of emotion and concern without the aid of sophisticated auditory or visual technology.)

David Sesom observed both sets of visual data and noted that his son’s numerals were between 65 and 80. Scores of this magnitude were evident of inquisitivity, sound deliberation, determination, emotional stress, impulsivity, and attempts to resolve a dilemma.

Ruth, we need to discuss our son’s voice-picto-illustrator/graph data as soon as we put away our belongings.

Okay, David, just let me straighten things up a bit. You know how I detest things in disarray. I tried to arrange things in order before we decided to take care of your out-of-town business. It will take me a little time to tidy up these loose ends. Oh, I do hope things are okay with Retep!

Ruth quickened her pace in order to accommodate her husband’s request. As she began to put things in order, she began to ponder what the subject of her son’s request might be. Her mind quickly went back to yesteryear, when Retep was but a young infant. Then, suddenly, her mind began to lock onto the following three words stated by her son, personally identifiable data. Ruth quickly exhibited what most people of this day knew to be a psychological trance. She became locked into her very own self. She was not able to process anything within her immediate surroundings. Her mind returned to the sights and sounds of an earlier period of Retep’s development.

For all intents and purposes, Ruth had truly checked out of the present tense and was somewhere in a prior passage of her life, a part of her life she had either chosen to repress or completely had forgotten. She thought she was recalling a dream or a vision, she wasn’t sure at this time. This dream/vision was in vivid color, and she was standing in front of a huge picture-glass window. She remembered that Retep was but a few months of age, in diapers, and sleeping in his crib. A voice came forth and an image of an entity passed before her person. It was a day of bright sunshine, blue sky, and a light hint of a breeze upon her face. The entity should have cast a shadow before her face; however, this was not so. Ruth remembered now that this presence was one of a transparent-image. She was however able to make out this visage’s eyes, mouth, and ears.

The visage spoke words to her mind. The words were not audible. She believed the words were spoken in a type of telepathic chunk. The words appeared to be processed by her cerebral cortex in a mathematical-lexical-visual fashion. She wanted to inquire of the entity’s presence. (Was this experience real? Was she dreaming? Was this a day vision? What was about to occur? Who was this visage or image? What was the significance of this experience? Whose presence was this?)

The presence telepathically transferred the following words to her mind:

Listen to the words sent to your mind this appointed day. Look to the crib for the presence of things about to come into the life of you and yours. A time is coming that will scourge the entire earth, the sea, the heavens, and the air. No person will be able to stand unless the presence of the One with no name dwells within his or her person. Stand only in the time that is about to spread upon all of the nations. Listen to the servant in the crib within your presence, as this servant is the one sent by the Faithful and True. Listen to him, and reveal to no others until the time appointed, for his central names shall stand in the latter days, the names of Dama and Aulp will be upon him. Learn the meaning of such at a later time. His words have been spoken. Listen and respond.

Ruth was jolted with a shudder of sudden reality. She now recalled the words spoken to her by the entity. She was able to now recall that these same words were spoken to her some fifty years earlier. She knew exactly that the one referred to in the crib was her son, Retep. She also recalled writing down her son’s two middle names. She had written down those two names on a small notepad as soon as she heard them spoken. She also was able to recall every word spoken to her that day she processed the telepathic message. The only thing she was not sure of was if she had spelled the names of Dama and Aulp correctly. She knew that she had to make a trip to the underground vault in order to compare the current telepathic message with the one jotted down 50 years ago. Even though the words sent to her mind were identical with those sent 50 years earlier, Ruth realized that those words recorded earlier would take on quite a different hue of meaning in the 21st Century.

Ruth, are you ready to sit down and discuss our son’s message? I do need your input regarding his dialogue. Ruth knew that her husband required her attention and input as soon as possible. She shuddered internally and externally at the thought of coming under the fire of her husband’s anger, especially when such dealt with the well-being of their son. She also feared how her words might be processed by her husband. She did not have enough time to review the contents of the subterranean vault. She immediately accepted the fact that she would have to review the data during a more appropriate moment. Ruth activated the small necklace transmitter and responded to her husband.

David, I’m in the north section of the estate. I’ll meet with you in the parlor in five minutes.

Ruth, our son is quite emotionally charged at this time. I took a look at the data gleaned from the voice-picto-illustrator/graph. It indicated six particular emotional indicators, namely: questioning, deliberation, determination, emotional stress, impulsivity, and attempts to resolve a dilemma. Are you able to shed any light regarding our son’s concerns?

I was struck with the subject of his concern. His mentioning of personally identifiable data appeared to hit at the heart of the matter. David, what would be so personal that Retep would require our input? Do you think his query would have anything to do with the visitations that we once encountered?

Ruth, are you pertaining to those encounters that occurred to our persons upon the birth of Retep? How many times must I revisit these events of the past? You know how very upset I become when we discuss that earlier era of time!

David, we may have to seek professional help in order to unravel what the two of us fail to understand. Would you be open to such? (Ruth Elizabeth Sesom did not dare attempt to directly confront her husband regarding a family taboo. She chose to be humble and permit David to be in control of a very uncomfortable subject.)

David became quite flushed, hesitated before he spoke, cleared his throat, and bellowed out the following rhetoric: Ruth do not insult my intelligence, and do not condescend to my sensibilities. I know what’s best in these circumstances. We do not require any mental health specialists, psychiatrists included, to shed any light upon the earlier events that took place in our home regarding our son! He is our son. He belongs to us. Nothing is wrong with him. He is one of the best in his chosen profession. We will not return to where we once were... We will continue to continue on, no more, no less!

David, perhaps we sought out the wrong people for advice regarding Retep’s earlier years of development. Yes, he is the offspring of our union. However, we may have sought out the wrong people for guidance regarding the earlier events that took place during the earlier months of his infancy. Perhaps his earlier years of development were hampered due to a misdiagnosis.

Ruth, what on earth are you talking about?

That is my point, David. Retep’s earlier diagnosis may have had nothing to do with the earth, but everything to do with the heavens. Retep may have been selected or appointed to be blessed with a calling from on high, not from a calling of this earth.

Ruth, have you taken leave of your senses? Have you been listening to too many of those religious programs, those programs that flood the live-vision screen? Talk to me!

David, I do love you so very much. No, I have not taken leave of my senses. I have to advocate for our son at this time. Things are now beginning to occur once more. I believe I’m now either experiencing significant flashbacks, or the time has now come to correctly identify what our son was meant to do and meant to be. Retep is of us, and we are of him. We must act on his behalf. We must help him in this time of his need, for when we help him, we help ourselves.

Okay, Ruth, what do you propose? Or, do you think we are jumping to false conclusions? Are we just being premature in our investigations? Help me to unravel what may be on the horizon.

David, the answer to all of your questions is no. I recommend that we seek out a person of God. I am not talking about a minister, a preacher, or a pastor. I am talking about a true believer. Such a person in today’s world would be identified as a servant of the living God.

Ruth, does such a person exist in today’s world?

Yes! I will take on the task of finding such a person if such meets with your approval. David, do I have your approval?

Yes, do proceed. However, I do want you to know that I’m still quite skeptical of this whole business. My heart feels like steel, as I believe we need to be in control of our lives and our son. We do not need to be influenced by some religious fanatic!

Ruth got up from the couch, walked to her husband’s chair, kissed him on the forehead, and told him how very much she loved him. As she did so, thoughts of the entity began to flash and burn in her mind. She felt the presence of a still small breeze brush past her forehead. She would now return to the words etched upon her mind, due to the return of the entity’s reappearance. She then began to think about the questions that she would soon pose. (What was to take place? Why was her family being selected at this time? Would she accept or reject what was about to occur? How would her son react to hidden events never revealed to his person? Was her son being selected for some special mission?)

CHAPTER 2

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(REVISITING A SCARY ENTITY)

Retep went to his office and pulled out a drawer located below the numerous shelves of books. He was looking for maps of the United States, wanting to calculate how many road miles he’d have to travel in order to reach the home of his parents—Sault Saint Marie, Michigan. According to his calculations, the one-way destination from Seattle was about 2,500 miles. Such a trip would take at least four to five days of hard and fast driving, as the new super highway that cut across the northern sector of America had a minimum speed of 85 MPH and a maximum of 105 MPH.

Retep thought about another form of travel—by air. He Immediately ruled this out, due to his fear of flying and the ongoing flashbacks of the Sky Harbor incident, the one that cost him the loss of his beloved wife. Retep’s mind was made up. He was going to visit his parents within the next few days and travel by automobile.

Retep was still nervous and anxious regarding the gathering personally identifiable data needed from his parents. He was about to contact his parents once more, when suddenly his electronic mail messenger sounded. The message was being sent from Sault Saint Marie, MI. He picked up the message receiver from its cradle and spoke into the voice module.

Hello, Mom, how are you? Thank you for your return voice transmission. Mom, I need to find out about some personally identifiable data, and you and Dad are the only people I can count on at this time. I did attempt to retrieve this data via the hospital birth certificate but had no luck. The return data strip stated that you and Dad would not provide the hospital with this information. Mom, is this true? I’ve had a very difficult time dealing with the recent death of Annette, and now God has revealed himself to my person through the person of his Son. Mom, will you and Dad assist me in this time of need?

Son, we need to discuss your concerns as soon as possible. There are a number of things that require address. We’d love to see you!

I’m so very thankful that you survived that awful Sky Harbor tragedy.

We spent a lot of time at your bedside during those earlier weeks of the onset of your coma. Your medical team of doctors all advised us to leave your bedside due to the severity of trauma suffered, and promised they would notify us should your health status change. Son, we love you! Could you come?

Mom, I can leave within the next few days. As you know, I’m still in the process of my extended convalescence period, and I’ve been directed by my medical team and employer will not permit me to return to an extended work schedule for at least a few more weeks. I’m also still in the process of attempting to regain my intestinal health, due to the fact of contracting some kind of intestinal bug during my three-month-stay in Ethiopia. Mom, would you be able to shed any new information regarding some questions pertaining to my earlier development?

Retep, what kind of information are you seeking?

Mom, I’m not at liberty to share these questions with you over this medium at this time. Such would be inappropriate. The type of data I require is strictly confidential. I can only share with you that this information sought has to do with my birth records.

Yes, Son, I will share this information with you. When do you plan to leave for Sault Saint Marie? I plan on leaving Seattle early this coming Tuesday. Then, if all goes well, I expect to arrive by late afternoon, on Saturday. Does this meet with your approval?

Yes, Son, we’ll be home and await your arrival. Please drive carefully. Do not break any speed limit. And, Son, even though the maximum speed limit is 105 MPH, you do not have to travel that fast. Pace yourself. Get off the road frequently and stop for coffee breaks. Do you need any additional debit on your motor card?

Mom, please take a time out. I know how much you and Dad love me. I will be careful while driving home. You and Dad take good care of each other and I will see you, Lord willing, this coming Saturday. Please give Dad my love and regards. Do give me a call should any unforeseen event rise that would change your plans. Mom, I love you and Dad!

Ruth Sesom knew that she did not have long to prepare before her son’s arrival, so decided to go down to the underground storage vault in order to review some of her personal keepsakes. She informed her husband of her whereabouts and headed toward the basement of their estate.

(Retep’s parents resided on Water Street, just off the Soo Locks and located in downtown Sault Saint Marie, MI. Sault Saint Marie is the oldest white settlement in the North America. Such was settled by Father Jacques Marquette. It was here that Father Marquette established a permanent mission in 1668, and is therefore considered to have European roots.)

Their home was a real beauty, dating back to the earlier part of the 19th Century. The Sesoms’ chose this place to reside, due to their love of the water and its close proximity to Canada. In the earlier part of the 19th Century, people constructed wine cellars, huge vaults, and hidden underground passages to store their family valuables. Some of the vaults were large enough to accommodate enough comforts that one could redesign such as a parlor, a bedroom, or a recreation room. They chose to redesign their vault as a system of upper and lower storage cubicles, storing certain items per size and type of keepsake.

Ruth opened the door leading down to the basement of their home. She turned on the lights and heard the echo of the snap of the light switch reverberate down into the depths of the underground sanctuary. The steps were long, steep, and had a number of landings. Ruth did not often venture down into the depths of the basement, due to the fact that she had a fear of any dark or deep underground passage leading to such a place.

She began to shiver, not from the temperature of the basement, but from the fear of the unknown. She heard a noise that sounded like a shaking and rattling vibration. She silently spoke some words to herself, words to calm her conscious and subconscious fears: Now, Ruth, get hold of your being at this moment! This is only a basement below your home, where you and your husband house things of yesteryear, those things of the past, and those things that you must now revisit. That noise in all probability occurred due to a warm water pipe expanding or contracting, due to a temperature variation, or, perhaps, the heater blower.

Ruth was now at the last landing of the steps. She felt as if she were not going to make it to the basement floor. She thought she saw some kind of apparition or ghostly figure pass in front of her path. She shuddered but was determined to not be dissuaded or daunted from her task at hand. She finally reached the vault’s entrance and entered the code numbers that unlocked the huge steel door. The sound of the vault tumblers moving into place inside the enclosed layers of steel sounded like someone dropping a rock into a deep well. She turned the vault door handle and a soft white light filled the vault’s interior space. She walked over to one of the upper cubicles housing the paper documents and pulled out a drawer containing its contents.

The paper documents were still there, safe and sound. No other person had tampered with these documents since she placed them in a large manila envelope ever so gently in the cubicle so many years prior. She gently opened the brass clasp of the envelope and removed the papers, those papers that now brought back haunting memories of an age long-gone by. The papers were now yellow from age. She pondered and hesitated before she began to unfold the creased edges of aged paper.

As she began to unfold yesteryear’s paper, she began to think of an analogy, something to compare to today’s activity with yesterday’s action, an action she was about to undertake. Such quickly entered her mind. Ruth Sesom was now unfolding the aged paper of yesteryear’s world in order to attempt to comprehend its meaning in today’s world. Ruth exhibited the following self-talk: I am now going back to a chapter in my book of life. The chapter that I am now attempting to unravel is exactly like the current predicament I find myself embroiled today. It is so true, each life lived is so like the chapters in an unsolved mystery. In order to unravel my words, actions, and thoughts of the past, I must force myself to return to a dark and cloudy day, and, perhaps, find a ray of light to lead me forward. In sum, I am not able to return to my correct path unless I face the truth and reality of the past. All of these things must be congruent.

Suddenly, another thought of light entered her mind—another analogy. She had been writing the chapters of her life while in the dark, not in the light. In order for her to come out of the dark, she had to return to a dark chapter of her life, just like her presence now in the deep and dark basement of this estate on Water Street. I must now go back and resolve the inner and unknown mystery of the things of the past in order to return to an abundant life of joy and utter fulfillment.

Ruth had used old manuscript typewriting paper to pen the words spoken to her by the presence of some unknown entity on a particular month, day, and year. The date at the top right upper corner of the paper was 08-10-50. Retep was exactly 3 months of age at this time. The incident of the visitation occurred at a small home the Sesoms were renting, located near the town of Monroe, MI. The house was quite small. It was located at Woodland Beach, not too far from one of the first built nuclear power plants in the USA, built off Lake Erie, the Enrico Fermi Nuclear Facility.

Ruth was in Retep’s bedroom, putting away his cleaned and pressed laundry at the time. Retep was sound asleep. Ruth had lowered his side railing in order to place a blanket over his legs and kiss him on his brow. She thought to herself, Retep, I love you so very, very much! You are such a unique child! She raised his side railing and turned away from his crib. As Ruth did so, she saw a stranger sitting in a rocking chair placed in the corner of Retep’s bedroom. Ruth responded in a startled fashion and exhibited a catastrophic response. Her heart was racing, and she became extremely weak. She wanted to scream, but try though she did, no words emanated from her voice box, and her lips were glued together.

Grace and peace be with you from