CHAPTER 22
WITHIN THE LOWEST DUNGEON of Hell, West laid upon the mucky cold floor. Never had he ever experienced such loneliness. Never had he ever known such darkness. Never had he ever been so utterly defeated. At least when the Devil was around he kept things interesting, but when West found himself alone for such a long time, he couldn’t help but to let his mind wander to places he never thought he could; deep dark places.
West lost himself in the dungeon. He lost himself when he lost all sense of hope. Barely did he acknowledge the day when a dangerous Demon risked it all to sneak into such a depth. Wearing a black cloak, the Demon could imitate the shadows and pass through the guarded corridors undetected. A brave Demon; in search of a bargaining chip, knew she was very close now. When it entered West’s cell, it knew its efforts were just about to be paid off.
“West! West, can you hear me?” Whispered the Demon.
With no response the undercover subversive mole went to work reattaching West’s limbs. By placing his arms and legs back where they belonged, it wasn’t long before the spirit remembered itself and became whole again.
Before West arose, the Demon locked shackles to his wrists, “W-what are you doing?” West asked. “I thought you came to free me.”
“That is up to you.” The Demon answered. Her brow wrinkled in disgust for the bat-like creature’s lack of trust. ‘Can he not recognize a jail break when he sees it?’ Though they disliked one another, they needed each other. All gangly and crook-legged, Nagrite was as twisted inside as she was out. She was obviously a dangerous adversary. Her eyes glinted with wicked pleasure.
“Who are you?”
“I am, Nagrite. I was with you West, just before you were banished to this dungeon. All of the Demons know who you are. You’re famous. You’re the only one who stood up against Satan and almost defeated him. You made us believe we could defeat him for a moment also.” She was a strange frog-like creature. Her twisted frame was crouched down low before West. Nagrite’s tongue licked in and out of her mouth excessively, as her throat bulged and croaked uncontrollably. Her thin flat ears hung from her amphibious head and rested on her shoulders. Her duck-like snout worked around each word she spoke with difficulty. Protruding from the top of her head were her two bulbous eyes which blinked suspiciously.
“Why are you here?” West needed to know.
“I would like to make a deal with you. If you are willing to go up against Satan again, I will vow to fight for you and protect you. I know other Demons who would join our cause and fight with us also. With you to lead us, we know we can overthrow the Dark Lord and you will be free.”
“You have my interest. Now what do you need? A hand shake?” West asked.
“Yeah, I don’t.” Nagrite pulled out a rolled scroll from her breast pocket and opened it up. “All I need from you is your signature to assure me you won’t betray us later.”
“A signature?” West eyed the contract suspiciously. “And if I refuse?”
Nagrite stood up and rolled up the scroll. “Then you will forget you saw me and I will have to tear your limbs off.”
“It’s an agreement; a contract? Can I see it?” West asked.
Relinquishing the scroll once more and opening it, Nagrite held it open so West could read it. “I can’t read this. It is of some foreign tongue and written by a child’s hand.”
“This contract is legal and binding. By signing it you agree to my protection.” Nagrite explained.
West stretched out his finger and by the point of his claw, he signed his name to it on the bottom line.
A smile stretched across Nagrite’s face as she rolled up the scroll and tucked it away. Handling the shackles with her suction cupped finger tips, she finally managed to free West. Watching carefully to see how Nagrite would sneak them out of the dungeon, West was completely surprised by her tactics.
Approaching the cell door, Nagrite just flung it open wide and stepped out in plain view of the Demon guards. The guards surrounded them immediately and Nagrite just smiled. West didn’t understand, but he was quite certain the punishment that awaited him would be severe.
One Demon blew into a heavy baritone horn. This signalled Satan and in no time he arrived before them. “What is the meaning of this, Nagrite, you treacherous snake?”
“I have come to release my prisoner. West belongs to me now.” Nagrite boldly let Satan know.
“Your prisoner? Belongs to you? You’ve gone mad. You know West belongs to me. You were there. Everyone in Hell belongs to me!” Satan told her.
Reaching into the breast folds of her cloak, Nagrite fished out a scroll and opened it so Satan could inspect it. “Not… anymore.”
Gasping at what the contract scroll outlined, Satan held his breath when he saw West’s signature attached to it. “I-is this right? Can she do this without me maiming her?”
“I can and I did!” Nagrite shouted with a winner’s smirk on her face for outsmarting the Devil. “West has signed his soul over to me. I now own him, and soon I will own all of Hell. Under new management, you will be the first to go. I will banish you, permanently.”
West looked at Nagrite, “You tricked me?!”
“Tricked you? This is treason! You will be utterly punished from tip to toe along with any Demon who swears an allegiance to you, Nagrite!” Pacing back and forth like lion, Satan thought about the matter. Smoking from a short spinal column, it helped him to remain calm and piece together a sinister plan. He couldn’t just banish everyone, Satan knew he had something to gain from every situation. As he burned with jealousy for the signature of West, he knew through some twisted negotiation, West’s autograph could be his.
Finally the Dark Lord said, “That settles it. There’s just one way to deal with this. Follow me! All of my Demons must meet in the main audience chamber! Spread the word!”
Within Hell’s great halls everyone packed into one place to hear Satan’s announcement. From the high pinnacle of a standing rock, Satan stood near Nagrite with West chained between them. In this place, in front of everyone, the Devil planned to make an example of Nagrite. One that no one would ever forget. Addressing the entire legion of his miserable Nether world, “My despicable ingrates! Within my very own domain, there is treachery in our midst! This simple minded Demon wishes to challenge my might with this!” Satan held up Nagrite’s scroll. “This is a binding contract! No Demon has authority to create contracts of any nature, ever! Nagrite believes she can own one of my souls?! Know how deeply I am grieved by this. This contract offends me. Now witness the fate of all who challenge my authority!” Lifting his claws above his head, Satan created a spinning fireball from his electrical finger tips.
“Hold it! Hold it! Before the end, my voice must be heard!” said Nagrite. Satan stayed his hand for a moment as he didn’t fear this Demon in the least. He even allowed her a moment to speak, “The oppressive leadership of Satan doesn’t have to be our eternal fate!!! Together we have the power to overthrow him! Right here, right now! Join me and rise up against this tyrant, attack my brothers and sisters! Attack and we shall liberate ourselves this day and be free. Attack! Attack! Attack!!!”
Satan stood with his large fireball still tumbling above his head. His eyes looked this way and that to see the reaction of the gathering. Noting the Demons weren’t flocking in to overtake him, Satan dropped the fireball on Nagrite and she exploded into flames. West tried to turn away from the flame’s intensity. Blowing on the now crispy frog-woman, Satan’s breath cooled the flames and turned them into a pillar of granite.
“Now, is there another one of you maggots who dare defy me?!” Looking out at the crowd of Demons, only silence followed. Then the Devil spied Nagrite’s contract floating down in the distance. Unclipping a coiled whip from his side, the Devil let it unravel. As the whip hung from the Devil’s grasp, it began to bleed lava along its length. With a swing of his arm and a mighty snap of the whip, the contract exploded into little smoldering paper bits. “This contract is now null a
nd void.” The Demons accepted their eternal fate of solitude.
Turning to West as he coiled up his whip again, Satan called for a new contract to be drawn up. An Imp scribe was happy to compose such a scroll. When the Devil opened the scroll to West and demanded his signature, West flatly refused to sign it. To escape further embarrassment, Satan whipped West with burning lacerations. It was clear he would be forced to sign his soul away to the Devil. Throughout his flogging, West prayed for the Lord God of Heaven and earth to come down from mighty throne and save him but it didn’t happen. Only more torture upon torture was rewarded to him. Through it all, West refused to sign the Devils scroll.
Finally, West was sent back to his dungeon cell where he became reacquainted with his old friends; cold darkness and lonely silence. There he sat, waiting, praying and quietly singing praises to God.
Taila drove back the evil spirits as Jasper, in real form, rode the cow in through the broken glass doors of the mall’s main entrance way. The interior of the mall’s spacious halls were very dark for Jasper’s hazy vision, but he could see better by the light of the Angel, Taila. “Hello?! Is there anyone out there?” He called through visible puffs of warm breath, but only the echo of his own words returned his call. Demons however, shouted back and laughed striking chills through Jasper’s bones. Jasper’s fear was eased through the strong faith he had in his beautiful Angel friend, Taila.
Passing by a bank, then an optical clinic, followed by a bookstore, Jasper finally came to a popular grocery store. Jasper rode the cow up and down the aisles but it had been cleaned out entirely. He found very little usable merchandise left behind, but he did pack what he could.
“Come on O’l Betsy. We’ll have to try someplace else.” Jasper spoke. The cow huffed and a cloud of steam shot out of its nose.
Riding the cow out of the grocery store, he continued down the main hall of the mall. Meandering past the remains of a restaurant, Taila suggested Jasper should stop to search for food inside. Jasper rode the cow into the restaurant. “Here’s the beef!” he called out but no one answered. Listening for a reply it appeared people had already ran sacked the restaurant and taken everything of value.
The cow strolled into the back kitchen, where, again, Jasper found nothing to salvage, until he noticed the thick freezer door. Hopping off the cow he tried the handle but it was securely locked. Using his coil of one inch thick Teflon rope, Jasper tied the cow to the door. Slapping O’l Betsy on the rear end, “Ha-ya!” it was all Jasper could do to get the cow to move. The cow mooed and the rope stiffened as it went tight under the cow’s strength, but the door didn’t budge. Slapping the cow’s rear and leaning his shoulder into Betsy’s hind end for assistance, Jasper had the cow try again and again but the results were the same. Taila saw what was happening as she floated down to the cow and whispered into its ear. The cow’s eyes widened when it tried to pull against the freezer door again, only harder. This time the cow had an insatiable sense of determination. The rope thumped like a tight guitar string, pulling powerfully against the door. The cow tried even harder when it dug into the floor grating with its hooves and huffed.
The hinges of the freezer door began to buckle and bend with a creaking squeak of twisting metal. The cow began to growl, exerting even more strength. Then the pins of the door’s hinges surrendered and broke loose. Collapsing to the floor with a heavy clatter, O’l Betsy did it. The freezer was wide open.
Jasper went to the cow and comforted it with proud praises for a job well done. Loosening the rope from around the cow’s neck, he turned to the freezer and thanked the Lord.
From the post office across the hall, Jasper found some large canvas duffle bags for carrying mail. Using these large bags and filling them full with frozen food, Jasper tied them to the cow. Betsy dragged the stuffed duffle bags along the icy floor, on their return trip to the Half-Way House.
A darkness in shadow form expelled from under Morbidant’s cape and threatened to fill the small chamber with fear, hopelessness and hate. Rising up with anticipation, Morbidant watched as her vile will began to take effect and bring the Angel down. In a meek voice; fatigued by despair, the Angel, Starr muttered, “Let there be… light…”
Along the way the Insufferable Six tried to mislead and distract the Angels even though they had no clue what their destination was. At long last, the dove passed through the solid brimstone wall where it found sanctuary under the fold of Starr’s warm wing. When Starr felt her dove return to her, a spark of hope restored a portion of her strength and she said, “Let there be… life…”
All at once, Starr’s friends came bounding through the wall of brimstone and together with their loud voices united, they shouted, “Let there be Love!”
Light lit the secret little cavern for the first time since the creation of the earth. At a glance, Wilson saw Morbidant and said, “Bind her!”
Joel went to Starr where he cared for her. She was so weakened by Morbidant, her light was like the flickering of a candle’s flame in the darkness.
Joel and Roger pointed their swords at Morbidant. They showered her with a volley of fire from Joel’s sword and ice from Roger’s sword. Burned and frozen, the two Angels left Morbidant incapacitated. Elana saw a Demon Scout in the shadows next to the wall and quickly captured it with her bull whip. Within the solid rock, the other Demons of the Insufferable Six circled, but they wouldn’t enter the light.
Morbidant’s tight little secret pocket in the earth was completely filled with phantoms. “What happened here?!” Wilson demanded to know.
Starr looked at Morbidant with contempt, “She tried to trick me; to turn me into a Dark Angel.” Then as Starr’s light and strength quickly returned to her, she pointed to a little detestable creature cowering in the corner. “That Demon Scout tried to paint me with darkness to extinguish my light.”
“Oh?” Looking at the Scout Wilson shook his head with disappointment. “Hmmm, what shall we do?” Turning his head slowly, Wilson looked at Morbidant again.
She shouted, “Deliver me from the hands of these self-righteous idiots immediately, or I will deal with each one of you in turn!” She meant for her words to be heard by her own crew.
“I’ve got it!” Wilson said, knowing his timing was impeccable, “If it is paint you like, then let’s paint them all with light!” When the Insufferable Demons rushed in to save their leader desperately, the Angels surrounded them and blasted pure light, over them. The Demons were washed with light and it left them glowing white in the cavern all on their own for a long while. The Demons were left together in one place where they writhed in the burning discomfort of the Holy light. They hated it and the way it burned them spiritually, emotionally and mentally, right to their core.
The Angels were about to leave when Morbidant began to laugh in hysterics. The other Insufferable Demons who howled and moaned in pain began to laugh along with their leader. When Morbidant stopped laughing, she said, “You think we need to waste our time in a fist fight with the likes of you? Keeping the Seven of you occupied is all we needed to do. Right now, the people of this city are being fed thoughts subconsciously through subliminal means by trillions of our Imp Scouts. The people will be Jasper’s true threat and your attempt to save this world will fail. You see, the living people of earth are full of conflicting emotions. They’re easily corruptible and influenced. First we’ve taken God out of the equation, to eliminate their sense of hope. They’ll think they’re being given choices in the name of freedom, joy, peace and love along with a healthy dose of hate, cruelty and selfishness. Mix it all together in a stew of confusion and voila, they are puppets dancing our dance and we will be the puppeteers. Just look at how many times they’ve fallen already. Jasper has been a waste of your time. With or without him, this world will burn!”
“I see no reason to remain here a moment longer to listen to this downtrodden candor. Come, we are needed on the surface of this world.” The Angels immediately followed Wilson back through the ear
th’s crust.
Just as Jasper rode the cow out of the mall’s main entrance, a chunk of ice quietly broke loose from high above. Taila seemed to have a sense that something was about to happen but she wasn’t completely sure where to look. She used her telescopic vision and looked this way and that. Finally noticing the piece of ice falling from the building, she then saw the Demon who broke it loose thirty stories above. The Demon was laughing like it had told the funniest joke in the world.
Taila called out to Jasper just before the ice nugget crashed over Jasper’s head. Tumbling off the cow, Jasper was knocked unconscious. The entire ordeal spooked Betsy and she began running scared across the parking lot and down the street. Jasper’s leg had gotten tangled in the ropes that dragged the mail bags.
Within his unconscious mind, Jasper experienced a vision depicting an atmospheric air scrubber model in exact detail. As he became aware of the dimensions and functionality of the monumental devise, Taila was occupied in the real world trying to slow the cow and direct it down the street safely.
When Jasper understood what an atmospheric air scrubber was and why it was important, he began to awaken. Opening his eyes, Jasper found his head hurt. After trying to lift his head, the dizziness made him feel nauseous. “Lay still.” Came a soothing voice. Jasper rested his head back onto the pillow again. Miraculously, one Angel remained with Jasper, to protect him as he, along with the duffle bags, was dragged back through the frozen city roads. Keeping his eyes shut, Jasper tried to calm his throbbing mind. Taila encouraged Jasper when she told him, “I’ll be the Angel by your side. Look to me to be your guide. When the darkness blinds your way, follow my voice. I’ll be the strength you can’t provide on your own.”
Tessa sat at the window, day dreaming about what it must be like to live on the top floor of one of the city’s skyscrapers. She blinked when the movement of something caught her attention from the corner of her eye. Tessa quickly recognized Jasper’s cow lumbering up the road.
She shouted immediately, “Jasper’s here! I see him! I see him!” Everyone crowded at the window with Tessa, but they only saw the cow.
“What do you mean, ‘You see Jasper?’ it’s only his fat cow.” Bobby said. He was anxious to see Jasper again, not a joke.
“No, she’s right!” Megan supported her daughter. “Jasper’s there also. He’s being dragged behind the cow.”
With that report, all of the men threw on their jackets and boots and headed out. Jasper was rescued. When they brought Jasper inside he tried to describe the vision he had, but his words just sounded like gibberish to them. Everyone could see he had a head injury.
Though Pastor Reed didn’t like it, he made sure Betsy laid down near the fire; she deserved it. They dragged the mail bags inside and went through them. Everyone was surprised by all of the food Jasper had collected. After preparing the food; cooking the meat and thawing out the vegetables and fruits by the fire, the animals and all of the people were fed.
With a bandage wrapped around his head, Jasper recuperated quickly. He couldn’t wait to make his vision a reality.
Later that same day, Jasper, Pastor Reed, Bobby and Randy rigged up wires to the generator in the back of the truck trailer. They found fuel for the generator by siphoning it from abandoned, snow covered vehicles. Rerouting the main power feed of the entire building from the generator, they fired it up.
With the generator running, they were able to provide full power to the old building. Electric heat was distributed to the rooms.
Working into the evening, Jasper showed no sign of fatigue. The people who were rescued from the highway contributed all they could. Respect and gratitude directed their compliance. Unable to understand what the work was for, they did understand it was important to Jasper. The way he authentically cared for everyone was key to their ongoing cooperation. Jasper was thanked repeatedly by those he rescued on the frozen road.
Because Jasper received the vision of the project from the Lord, and it was shared amongst the six Angels, the Ceramecians did whatever Jasper asked them to. They trusted him fully. Taking the people to the top floor of the Half-Way House, Jasper told everyone to smash out the windows there and to dismantle the walls carefully. Lumber was sorted and recorded. Everyone was required to help haul each of the fan assemblies up to the fourth floor. To do this they were able to use the Teflon rope and a pulley along with adequate horse power. Because of the relentless cold, they needed to work quickly, between frequent breaks to warm up by the fire and heaters.
Every job seemed to require the strength of cows and horses so they were constantly needed. The fan assemblies were lifted to the windows at the face of the building. The Angels led Jasper to venture throughout the city and into the strangest; most unlikely places. No matter how odd or mysterious the Angels were with their requests, there was always a good reason behind it. After successfully collecting the parts he needed during his travels, Jasper brought them back with him to the Half-Way House.
By the time Jasper completed the project, the weather was finally beginning to brighten and warm up. Before the electrical power had returned to the city, Jasper used the generator to start the large fans of the building. People of Kingston began to come out of where they were living to begin the long process of cleaning up the mess of snow and damage. Some of the Kingston residence began to take an interest in the Half-Way House and the sound of the fans within. Wondering what the meaning for the fans was, the citizens became curious. With the loud fans spinning in all of the windows of the top three floors of the building, people not only took interest in the strange project, but they demanded to know what the benefits of it were and if it was even necessary.
The day grew into clear skies and a warm sun, when Jasper and the other Ceramecians came out of the Half-Way House with the cows and horses. This drew a large crowd of people who had many questions. As the city folk received answers from the Ceramecians, the questions steadily grew. However, this was only the beginning.
The first news reporters to notice the Ceramecians at the Half-Way House identified the emerging situation as they flew by overhead to prepare their exclusive report about the severe damage to the popular city of Kingston. When they shot footage of the Half-Way House with horses and cows out front, and the large white sails on the roof fluttering in the wind, it caused growing concern about a possible public threat. Every news reporter suddenly wanted to be the first on the scene.
Not far, a news helicopter found an open area on the street to land. From there, one reporter hiked through the snow to the Half-Way House where he began to ask Jasper questions. With a direct feed, Jasper’s interview was broadcasted on a live television network. The reporter asked, “With me is an odd survivor of the devastating storm; his name is Jasper and he claims to be on a mission to help all humanity across the globe. Jasper, what’s going on here?”
Blindly staring off into space, Jasper answered with his white eyed gaze, “This storm was the direct result of instability in our atmosphere.”
“You’re referring to climate change?” The reporter asked.
“Yes, yes.” Jasper said excitedly, “If we humans are to blame for unstable weather patterns, then we have a responsibility to correct our mistake. With this project, we plan to clean up our planet.”
“Oh, from the air I thought we were on the verge of a public riot. I mistook this crowd for people demanding food.” The reporter looked disappointed like his story just died, but something about Jasper’s comment intrigued him further. “And how exactly do you propose to clean up our planet and single handedly correct climate change? We have our leading scientists working on it and they can’t make such a claim.”
“Look, it’s not a matter of science, really. The air is dirty, we just have to clean it up. That’s what this building is doing behind me.” Jasper pointed with his thumb. “This is an ‘atmospheric air scrubber.’ You see, air and all of its pollutants are drawn in through these series of front facing fans. Then the air i
s drawn through a four stage filtering system. The pre-filter consists of foam mesh, and it prevents larger particles from entering the collecting cells. Behind the foam is the next stage which is an electrostatic collecting cell. Dirt particles are charged with a high negative voltage by a series of fine ionizing wires. The charged particles are drawn through to the collecting plates where the dirt adheres to the ground plates. Pressurized water sprays over the ground plates as the fans push the air through. This stage is the most important, because it is the most effective at scrubbing the air clean like rainfall. Finally, the air is drawn through the last filter which is made from volatile organic compounds which removes offensive odors, gases and even CO2. Then clean air is discharged out the back of the building and into each breath taking lung. The filters need to be replaced periodically, with clean filters.”
“You came up with all this?” The reporter asked.
“I had a vision and it was to build this.” Jasper answered.
“Oh, a visionary.” The reporter waved his hand in front of Jasper’s eyes. “I’m sorry, I couldn’t help but to notice; are you blind?”
“That’s true. I am.” Jasper admitted.
“And you’re poor?” The reporter asked kindly.
“Not a nickel to my name.” Jasper smiled like he’d just cracked a hilarious joke.
“How remarkable! And what, pray tell, is a blind poor man doing trying to save the entire planet all by yourself in the midst of the worst earthquake slash storm in history?” The reporter was bubbling over with enthusiasm.
“Angels guide him!” Pastor Reed shouted from the surrounding crowd. The microphone quickly turned from Jasper to the Pastor. He was shocked to be the center of what was taking place and Jasper knew it.
“Of course I cannot do it all by myself.” The attention of the microphone and camera quickly returned to Jasper. “It was the Lord God Almighty who asked me to do this. He requires the cooperation of every living soul to work together in unity all over the world to help our dying planet. The planet is suffering. We have what it takes to clean up this mess. How many nuclear power plants could we build out of selfishness and a lust for money and power? How many filters like this one could we build for the sake of our survival? How much would it cost? Can we put a price on our survival?” From a close-up, Jasper looked directly into the lens of the camera with his mystical expression and white eyes, “When the Angels spoke to me, I just did what they asked. Now that I know what the Angels want me to do, you now know what to do too. We can save our planet together.”
“Oh, I see.” said the reporter, “Are you all Christians?” The reporter’s question was directed at the Ceramecians who had organized themselves behind Jasper.
Jasper looked at the camera, “Our mission is to serve both God and the people. We do this by following instructions that are provided by Angels. We don’t belong to any earthly denomination.”
“Are you a part of some new denomination?” The reporter asked, before shoving his microphone in Jasper’s face.
“It’s not new to have Angels with us here on earth, interacting in our daily lives. But let’s not get off topic here. We need more of these atmospheric air scrubbers built.” Jasper said.
Never before had a story generated such a buzz. While the atmospheric air scrubber continued to hum and filter the air, news reporters began flooding to the doorstep of the Half-Way House. As the city of Kingston repaired and re-energized the electrical power grid back to regular working operation, the ice thawed and was cleared. Vehicles and people began to return to their normal daily routines.
But it wasn’t all good news. Opposition grew, accusing Jasper of stealing the parts to build the atmospheric air scrubber and causing a lot of property damage to the Half-Way House.
Supporters also rallied. “When no one else took the initiative to save our planet, Jasper did. He did what he had to, to get the job done.” Because of this, Jasper and his cause grew larger on a global scale. The people of Ceramecy were interviewed again and again, causing the fight for climate stability to gain momentum. Each one of Jasper’s followers became celebrities. They told the truth of their experiences. Much of what they said was just too unbelievable for the general public, but the fact that so many people followed and shared similar, bizarre experiences, along with Jasper, made his accounts all the more credible. The faces of Jasper and the Ceramecians were on the covers of magazines and newspapers far and wide. Jasper became a household name.
The part of this that wasn’t documented well, was what happened behind securely locked doors throughout the world. Controversies over Jasper’s stories and statements by thousands of other people, along with the validity of the incredible atmospheric air scrubber caused a stir like an unstoppable current of a great flood. No one could stop it now. Governments and Churches were shaken across the globe. It was the controversial issues of how Angels fit into the whole scenario that made people take such an intense interest in the global warming solution. Still people demanded proof that the Atmospheric Air Scrubbers even worked.
Pastor Reed loved the attention. A reporter asked Pastor Reed the same questions that Jasper was asked. They did this to find a conflict of answers between the two men. With just one slip of the tongue from Pastor Reed, the reporters hoped to find Jasper’s entire credibility come crashing down around him. “Are you all a part of the Christian religious denomination?” A reporter started.
Pastor Reed responded with this, “Oh, you better believe it! We are Christians who have souls on fire for the Lord!”
They asked Pastor Reed many other questions and the young pastor answered them all with passion for the glory of God’s purpose and kingdom. The young pastor felt he was full filling one of the Lord’s commandments where it was written in the Good Book of Mark chapter 16, verse 15, “He said to them, “Go into all the world and preach the good news to all creation.”” The Pastor always leaned toward bringing glory to the Lord with all his stories.
Tanya had with her, a three ringed binder with pages and pages of written material. “I’ve kept a journal to record everything through the time I spent with Jasper and it’s all right here.” Publishers fought one another, tooth and nail like a pack of ravaging wolves to get their hands on Tanya’s story. They knew it’d be viewed as the most popular story of our day and age.
Bobby was asked more technical questions about the building’s design. “And what are those white sails on the roof of the building? Are those put in place as some kind of truce? Or are the flags in honor of the Angels?”
“Oh, no, those sails are just another way we have found to clean the air. Anyone can do it. Those are simple bed sheets that were soaked in oil. As the wind passes through the sails, the dirt gets caught in the oil.” Explained Bobby with a smile and a twinkle in his eye.
“Aren’t any of you worried about nailing down the copyrights on all of this?” A reporter asked.
“We aren’t doing this to get rich. We’re doing this to save the planet. That’s all. We prefer to share our plans with everyone so that many more of these will be built all over the world.” Bobby answered truthfully and with an inspiring boyish charisma. “For every building that stands abandoned and good for nothing, why not make good use of it? Count such buildings. That’s how many more Atmospheric Air Scrubbers we could have cleaning our air right now!”