Red Sky: How Far Will the Creator Go to Stop Murder, Injustice, and Greed A.K.A. Abortion?

By Rev. Heidi Erion Revelo

A plague of blood falls from the sky. Blood-loving animals follow for the buffet. How far would the Creator go to stop murder, injustice, and greed known as abortion? Peel back love, license, liability, and legend. Peek into personal and private lives. Unveil and pursue hidden, unpopular pieces of an intricate and diabolical controversy. It's ne

• Language: English
• Publisher: Page88 LLC
• Release date: Nov 19, 2023
• ISBN: 9798887644653

Rev. Heidi Erion Revelo

Rev. Heidi Erion Revelo grew up in Nebraska, graduating with a Bachelor of Science in communications from the University of Nebraska at Kearney, and went on to earn a Master of Divinity degree from Northern Baptist Theological Seminary in Illinois. She was ordained in the American Baptist Churches and served United Methodist churches for six years. She also worked as a chaplain in a beef processing plant for eight years.Author of the children's book "The Spirit of Christmas", this teaching book shows Jesus and Santa loving children, giving gifts, and revealing their secret weapons. Heidi and her husband have two adult daughters: a baker and a teacher.

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Red Sky

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Contents

ReGeneration ReGional

BirthBitUary

Simply Research

Red Plague

Birds of a Feather

Customer Service, Personal Care

Love of Money-Root of Evil

Of the People, By the People

Conspiracy

Cici and the Bakery

Dough-Nut Stop Me Now

Blood Runs Thick

Daffodils and Diamonds

Awards Night

Double Heart, Double Trouble

Wedding Surprise

Carter’s Guest

Meg’s Mystery

Meg and the Egg

Ask An OBGYN

Egg and Sperm Hook Up

Fools-When Will You Be Wise?

Destiny Dustiny

Sell Like Hotcakes

Cakewalk

Blood Runs Cold

Office Nursery

Dr. Leapley Explains

Well-Come Clinic

Aliyah

God Help Us All

Another Day, Another Video Game Victory

MasterMaker Lives!

Test Your Mettle

Solve for X

Answer To The Name Of

Name Game

Provider

Share or Shrink?

Claim Success

Zip It Up

To Be Great Or Not To Be Great

Lift Up Mine Eyes To The Hills

Miss By A Mile

Buns In The Oven

Twinkle In Your Father’s Eye

A Snowball’s Chance?

Mother Nature

Beat Around the Bush

Deadly Denial

Confidential

Follow Procedure

All In This Together

Floating Patients

Follow Directions

Safe Place of Faith

Disposal and Supply

Headlines

My Way Or The Highway

Next In Line

Husband and Heaven

Truth Be Told

Something Old, Something New

You Got Me

From the Lips of Children

Life Is A Menu: You Get What You Order

Tensions Grow

Turning Point or Breaking Point

India

Tokyo

Shanghai

New York

Together or Apart

Turn Over A New Leaf

A United Front

So Long

The Deluge

Sisters, Sisters

Soul Sister

Bryan

We Don’t Carry That

Special Order

Feet of Clay

I See It

So Long

Losing Lincoln

Farewell

1

ReGeneration ReGional

Dr. Daniel Carter invites Dr. David Lincoln and Dr. Donald Adams to his office late one night after the last keystroke hits send, delivering vital data. Unable to locate cups, Carter strolls through the door with three test tubes brimming with merlot. To cutting-edge research and a chance to save the world, he toasts with authority and pride, test tubes clinking in agreement. Each tastes victory in the sweet nectar. 

ReGeneration ReGional is an up-and-coming research and development company. Outgrowing two facilities, the company produces high-tech results in stem cell research. The staff includes one hundred fifty lab-coated employees and three dozen in administration. From the beginning, the names Dave, Dan, and Don prove difficult, so they adopt monikers Carter, Lincoln, and Adams.

2

Birthbituary

No, no! This is a…a… it is worse than a bomb! Can you believe this? Carter bellows, marching across his office at Brandon, the office assistant. "Get Lincoln and Adams here. Now. Right now." Lincoln and Adams wriggle through the door, Listen to this! Listen! Carter taps his phone.

This is Top Shelf: a news program above the rest. Today, the President announces no veto to Congress’ newest legislation, BirthBitUary. Following the Supreme Court’s overturn of Roe v. Wade, citizens demand recognition of aborted fetuses.

These are babies. All humans have identities, and we honor life.

"That is Amy Simpson, spokesperson for conservative activist group NameIt! PraiseIt! LiveIt!

"Deborah Binx, physician and White House consultant, has this to say.

BirthBitUary’s ramifications are complex and must be vetted before any invasive program ruins our country. Many states strip women of their right to an abortion. To introduce BirthBitUary is a miscarriage of justice…I mean a terrible injustice. Twittering laughter follows.

The announcer continues, "Unborn children, referred to as embryos or fetuses in the medical field, will be identified as human, complete with HIPPA laws. From the floor of Congress, Simpson explains,

Once the baby/fetus/embryo leaves a woman’s body, it becomes its own being with separate identification, history, and rights. There are many questions, but first, we want to give two BBUs, with a short pause, or BirthBitUary examples. Please hold questions until the end.

Louis Nathan Swithson Gracias passed away August 10, 2022, at Midwest Medical Center in Elmhurst, IL. Male, 3.5, 1 lb. 6 oz. Philadelphia Children’s Hospital Center received the remains for fetal research. Survivors include his mother, Ella Mae Swithson, father, Leon Gracias, two brothers, Craig and Justin, and one sister, Flora.

Wendy Karla Fisher passed away July 11, 2023, at White River Hospital in Montpelier, VT. Female, .04 oz., .6 in. Remains were sold to ReGeneration ReGional, investigating diverse samples and creating data to accelerate research. Survivors include her father, Samuel Fisher. She preceded her mother’s death, Jennifer Fisher, by thirty minutes.’

They used our name, ReGeneration ReGional! What right do they have to damage the good name of our company? commands livid Carter breathing like a dragon.

Wait, wait. We are not an abortion provider, so this will not concern us, will it? says Lincoln. It never has before.

Top Shelf continues, Babies killed since 1973 present heartbreaking news for pro-life Americans. Figures from the National Right to Life Committee estimate 63.5 million murdered babies. Stay tuned. A related congressional landmark is next on Top Shelf, a news program above the rest.

Commercials for a motorcycle poker run and a pro-life non-profit organization play followed by a mellow male voice crooning, "Some say maybe, but he says baby. Your child’s arms are the best jewels you’ll have around your neck."

A spokesperson continues, "We are MOM, or Mothers of Maybes. If you are pregnant and need assistance, someone to talk to, or need basic information please contact us online at www.MomsOfMaybes.net or call 1-800-284-2957."

Building-wide tremors hurl fear through ReGeneration ReGional. The pitter-patter whish like a herd of traipsing cats follows, and the doctors jump. What is it? What should I do? Where is my wife? I told maintenance not to fix the furnace themselves! The office windows vibrate, subtly at first, and then with ever greater force until an explosive rip of glass shatters behind Carter’s desk. Lincoln’s heart is pounding in his chest, his mouth is cotton dry and his hands are shaking; without thinking he drops to the floor and scurries for the door, Adams and Carter at his heels. Clearing the hall, Carter slams the door shut leaving their crumpled bodies in shock.

3

Simply Research

What is it you do, Lincoln? Carter arranges his office in the style of a tv talk show with himself as the emcee, and Lincoln and Adams perch on stools like guests.

Lincoln, already sitting straight as a stick, balks. This is silly, he says. Seeing a throbbing vein in Carter’s neck, he continues with a flat voice. I work with stem cells.

And? asks Carter, leaning forward as if he is ready to spring at him like a rabid German Shephard.

And what? Lincoln’s voice remains flat, showing no irritation or anger.

Carter’s cantankerous attitude drains away. The relaxed pose catches Lincoln off guard. Pretend I am in sixth grade, Carter says and winks, pivoting from interrogation to curiosity which appeals to Lincoln. Tell me what you do, says Carter in a buttery voice.

Lincoln is wary but believes it is better to keep Carter happy. Stem cells are found in multicellular organisms. Being undifferentiated or partially differentiated cells, they reproduce into types of cells to produce more of the same. They continue to recreate and perpetuate indefinitely. In a cell lineage, they are the lead cell. Found in both embryonic and adults, they have dynamic, convoluted properties. These are usually distinguished from progenitor cells which don’t divide, or at least not indefinitely. They are a precursor to blast cells, or immature cells. Blasts transform into specialized methods and mannerisms. Neuroblasts mature to nerve cells while immature white blood cells develop in the bone marrow from Myeloblasts. Typically, these remain true to the origin of the blast cell.

Carter takes on the persona of a child at school raising his hand. I don’t understand, Dr. Lincoln. What are you talking about?

Lincoln gathers himself as he takes an extended breath. Is this necessary… ?

Just do it! says Carter, the words sliding out between clenched teeth, eyes narrowing.

Okay, Carter, Lincoln mimics the student voice, slowing his words to a crawl. In embryos…

What’s an embryo? Carter interrupts.

It takes a mommy and a daddy to make a baby. When the baby begins to grow, it has cells. Look at your arm. Your arm—and your whole body—are made of cells like a Lego boy or Lego girl made of thousands of tiny Legos all stuck together, says Lincoln, his ‘inner teacher’ enjoying the analogy. He chances a look at Carter, who nods to continue.

The embryo is the beginning of the baby, and it makes cells, but they are extra special cells because they can be whatever they want. They can be an arm, a leg, a heart, or skin. For example, you want to grow up and be a football player but change your mind and decide to be a police officer. These cells get to decide, too. So, we take those special cells and make even more.

Why? asks Carter.

Lincoln pauses, considering how he might explain this to a child. Maybe you hurt your knee when you were in second grade. You cry every day and use crutches so you cannot run or play soccer. The stem cells-the special cells-can be used to take away your pain by fixing the part of your leg that is broken.

Carter is calmer. How do you get the stem cells?

We harvest them from embryos, answers Lincoln.

What does that mean? Carter feigns in the young student voice.

What kind of job does your daddy have? Lincoln asks, hoping for a few extra seconds while Carter considers his answer.

My dad does not have a job, but he wants one. At home my dad picks tomatoes, washes the clothes, opens the mail… answers Carter with sarcasm and a hint of theatrical play.

Lincoln is ready to answer. We take the cells out like your dad picks the tomatoes off the plants.

How? asks Carter. How do you take cells from a baby? Does it hurt the baby?

Lincoln, visibly angry, answers, Well, it is not a baby. It is an embryo and… .

You said an embryo is the beginning of a baby, so… presses Carter.

They’re not going to ask that, says Lincoln.

Maybe not, but the media will. Quiet research yesterday is headline news today. An embryo to them is a baby if it gets ratings!

Adams attempts to help. Yes, Carter, you are right. Adams shoots a look at Lincoln that says, Play along.

Adams, it is going to be messier for you. You might not be able to leave your house. Maybe you’ll live at the office until it calms down. Adams’ area of expertise is testing. The simple title is non-threatening and does not arouse suspicion, but seared into Adams’ memory is his first experience opening a box of embryos. He picked up the first one his gloved hand reached for like picking an apple out of a bin. Adams didn’t expect any emotional reaction, but the embryo’s eyes were open. The eyes weren’t seeing, but the embryo eerily looked at him from every direction until the doctor closed its eyes. Adams systematically tests bouillon cubes, sauces, instant noodles, instant soups, ketchup, seasoning, and refrigerated dough on fetuses. It is just a test, thinks Adams. The tissue does not enter the product. It is just a reaction test. Products like anti-aging creams and cosmetics include actual cells, but he does not work with those. Besides, over a dozen vaccines include pieces of embryonic stem cells, his mind counters. He knows the arguments for and against the research. But he saves lives and improves the quality of life out of garbage—pieces of medical waste otherwise tossed into the trash! He shakes his head at the emotional twists people spin.

Now, Carter, let’s take a moment. Calm down. Take a breath, says Adams.

"What do you do, Dr. Adams?" Carter asks in his little boy voice.

Stop it. This is not funny anymore, Adams berates Carter. Lincoln’s body language toward Adams reads Go ahead and see if you like it. I am not helping you since you didn’t help me.

Afraid? bullies Carter.

Fine. I research unborn young of a viviparous vertebrate having a basic structural resemblance to the adult animal.

"Buzz, says Carter loudly, making a game show noise of failure. Do it again."

I research embryos, begins Adams, followed by a timid pause. Carter encourages him with a curt nod. Many experiments are performed on embryos which help sick people get better because we can make new medicines. Carter nods again. We also test products, things you use daily, says Adams.

Like what?

Do you like ketchup? asks Adams, flipping the tables on this idiotic discussion.

Yes.

We test ketchup, so your throat does not itch, burn, or swell up, says Adams.

My mommy will not let my baby brother eat ketchup, only baby food. So why do you put ketchup on babies?

It is just one test to ensure it is safe for everyone, Adams answers.

But you do millions of tests. Do the babies cry? asks Carter.

I am not doing this anymore, Adams says, arms crossed. This is nonsense.

It is nonsense until the press demand details of dead baby testing, a laundry list of individual tests, and the buying and selling of dead babies.

What about you? Lincoln demands. "What do you do?"

I research fertilization, orates Carter calmly, taking on the air of a well-to-do, competent academic.

And? asks Lincoln quizzically but not angrily.

"I make babies in Petri dishes, suck out the stem cells, give the cells to you, Lincoln, and throw out what’s left. Next, we buy the dead babies, oh yes, embryos, and test ketchup on them. Will not the press have fun grinding me to bits?"

4

Red Plague

The breathtaking view of the city’s skyline framing ReGeneration ReGional’s landscaped purple hydrangeas, blue butterfly bush, and pink columbine portray calm and control. South-facing custom floor-to-ceiling windows line Carter’s office suite. He runs his hand through his hair nervously trying to forget yesterday’s event, but one look at the boarded-up windows brings back the terror as the three doctors begin this morning’s planning.

Yowl! Carter jumps to his feet as the ceiling by the window breaks open in a jagged crack. Without thinking, Lincoln runs to the far window and places both hands on the glass, but his eyes bulge at new horrors. Assessing a pink clouded sky dotted with expanding red dots like chicken pox, he unconsciously leans forward, nose touching the glass. Splosh! A torrent of silky rose-red liquid surges down the roof and glugs down the outside of the window. Ahhh! screams Lincoln, falling backward and clasping his chest.

Are you okay? yells Carter, his attention ripped from the breaking ceiling, but freezes, spellbound by tie-dye red drivel trickling from the roof, oozing down the windows, and sprinkling the landscaped lawn. Adams, call security. Lincoln, call the police. I am going to see what this is… quavers Carter’s voice as he bolts for the door.

A firetruck siren meets him on the front lawn. Watch out! screams Carter, the firetruck veering around the corner narrowly missing Dr. Czork, the company’s CEO, wishing she had not worn a skirt. Her heels planted in red-covered grass, Dr. Czork stares at the convoy of emergency vehicles charging through the company’s lot. Carter’s dress shoes slide through the slimy grass, and he cranes his neck toward the sky and his worsted suit collides with Dr. Czork’s green silk blouse and bump apart. They fire questions at each other like pistols firing in a draw.

What did you see? asks Dr. Czork, pointing to the sky.

What is this? asks Carter, pointing to the ground.

Why is this happening? scowls Dr. Czork.

This is not some kind of fancy fire drill, is it? demands Carter.

Have you heard anything? challenges Dr. Czork.

Who’s responsible? explodes Dr. Czork.

Are we the only ones? growls Carter.

Are you okay? they snap at each other in tandem.

Thud followed by a half second of silence and then plop, plop, plop announces basketball-sized missiles targeting a Triple Yellow Ford GT. The blobs rupture with an elongated squeeeee; the car hood creeps orange as the reddish liquid slithers down the car like the fizz of an overflowing soda bottle and sputters in rivulets toward the concrete.

We have to get inside, Carter says, but Dr. Czork is already halfway to the door. Smaller red balloons fire at the earth like super-served tennis balls. Carter’s heart pounds, he slips and slides across the grass, and his suit is doused and clings to his frame. What in the name of holy hibiscus is this? I do not want to be embarrassed! He admits to the dark shame inside him. I deserve to know! He wrestles with his pride. Carter and Dr. Czork huddle under a tree waiting for the moment to find peace in the building.

5

Birds of a Feather

I will follow you, says Carter to Dr. Czork and they slip, slide and skid to the front doors.

Carter! warns an intern, pointing upward in alarm. Carter turns and a blob face-plants him, drenching both doctors and a research assistant; three puddles of goo expand at their feet.

Come, come now, Dr. Carter, soothes research assistant, Denica, in full hazmat gear, taking Carter by the arm to the decontamination room. Get in the shower. Take everything off. The fresh scent of soap and the sound of showering water seem far away to Carter, like a far-off waterfall hidden by tropical flora. Take everything off and wash. You hear me? Carter blinks and weaves like a piece of swinging spaghetti forward. Then shower. Scrub yourself down. Wash it all off, she says sternly, trying to break through his reverie. Go! Or do I have to come in there with you and give you a scrub down? Don’t make me do that! Carter shakes himself, clears his head, strips, and scrubs his hair and skin. Could I be contaminated? What is this? Why is it falling from the sky? His naturally investigative nature leads his