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We were especially busy the next few days at the library. I barely had time to eat lunch and take a pee before I would have to get back up to the front desk or help someone on a computer.
It seemed that many middle school kids were working on special assignments for a number of teachers from a couple of schools. They all happened to want their projects in at approximately the same time. And to top it off, we had another book sale. I felt like a spinning top half the time, not knowing which way to go first.
To say I was glad to get Wednesday evening off is an understatement. Nancy was working, and Paul had another website to work on, and Mom, of course, was now caught up in the madness of being a preacher’s wife again. Needless to say, she had little time for me anymore. And I wasn’t surprised when she called me while she was out on an errand and told me she had quit her job at the doctor’s office.
I hated to hear that. But I had pretty much expected it. Now she was the one doing errands and waiting hand and foot on two self-centered, self-righteous ‘men of God’. I did not envy her, nor did I feel sorry for her. She knew what she was getting into when she went back to Dad. I just shook my head and pocketed my phone.
I just wanted to get what little house cleaning that was needed out of the way, and enjoy the rest of my day and evening off.
I had just started watching the series Merlin on Netflix and absolutely loved it. I had myself all worked up and anticipating watching two or three episodes before doing my nightly meditation, taking my shower and going to bed.
Paleo had paid me a visit the night before and had let me know that he probably wouldn’t make it back for several nights. I wasn’t crazy about not seeing him more than two or three nights a week, but I knew how it went. I was just thankful that he could spend as much time with me as he did. I had grown to love him so much! I can’t explain it. I loved him as much or more than I ever could a human male.
He was all I needed and all I wanted when it came to a personal relationship.
Then there were the warm hugs from Father. One has to experience them to ever understand. Such love! He loves His children so much and doesn’t mind expressing it. Every now and then, I would be in the kitchen standing at the sink washing dishes, or sitting on the sofa watching television, or putting clothes away, and I would suddenly feel this warm, soft and feathery sensation envelope me, similar to Paleo’s hugs, and I sometimes have trouble telling the difference at first, but after a moment, I know by instinct. Father has never materialized as much as Paleo. And Paleo and I always end up making love.
Still, to have a hug from your loving God – There’s nothing like it! Nothing!
I turned my television on, set it on Netflix, and brought up the second season of Merlin. I had a fresh cup of coffee and was all set to relax and just enjoy my private time watching television.
Then there was a loud knock on my door.
I wasn’t expecting anyone, but I jumped up to answer it and just as I swung the door open, I heard Cal clearly in my head, “Don’t open it, Brenda!”
Too late. Dad and Greg stood there with faces of marble. Several church deacons stood to their left, and there were more church members sitting in their cars in the parking lot. I could also see Mom in the back, teary-eyed and visibly shaken, but Rose was with her and appeared to be trying to comfort her. I could easily envision the scenario. Mom, in her somewhat unrealistic and childish way, had not thought things through and had told Dad far too much. This definitely was not good. Not good at all! I attempted to slam the door, but Dad caught it and rudely pushed his way inside.
“You have no right barging in like this!” I angrily stated. “This is my home! Get out!”
“You are my daughter and Greg’s wife!” Dad retorted. “And being men of God that makes you our business! You have fallen victim to the wiles of the devil. We tried to help you once, but you feigned cleansing. This time you will not fool us!”
I pushed, shoved, and fought them the best I could as they grabbed for me, but they were too many and too strong. The next thing I knew tape covered my mouth and someone slipped a sack over my head, and I was bodily carried out.
As they stuck me in the back of one of the member’s van, I heard Mom whimpering how sorry she was. Dad told her she had nothing to apologize for.
“I’m not telling you I’m sorry!” Mom yelled back. But I think Dad ignored her remark.
Too late, Mom!
They didn’t take me to Dad’s church. Whoever was at the wheel just continued driving. Where were they taking me? I soon realized our destination was out of town. I figured they had something not quite right up their sleeves. Otherwise, why would they bother to take me so far? Maybe they were afraid the police might interfere if things got too crazy at the church.
When the van finally stopped and I was carried out, other than the parishioners’ cars pulling in, I realized there were few traffic sounds.
They carted me into a building, but from the acoustics, I realized it wasn’t a church, or even a regular building. It had to be a large garage or barn of some kind.
The sack was removed and the tape ripped from off my mouth. It was dark at first, but then lights began to come on one by one. It took me a few minutes, but I recognized the building, as we had passed by it many a time through the years, when we took family excursions out of town. The building belonged to Deacon Ted Randolph, but from what I understood it hadn’t been used in years. I could remember overhearing him ask Dad years ago if he was interested in buying it. Dad had said he’d think about it. That he could possibly use it for big revivals.
Mom ran up just then, with Ruth tugging at her arm attempting to pull her back. “Don’t do this, Robert! Please!”
“Gale,” Dad stated with determination, “you just told me this evening how worried about her you are. That she admitted she didn’t worship God.”
“Our God,” Mom corrected.
“Gale! Don’t! This has to be done!” His eyes went to Greg, who was looking every bit as determined as Dad now. “And Greg here has been working up the nerve to tell me Brenda is seeing Satanists!”
“I think they’re just her friends,” Mom mumbled, but then the look on her face revealed that she realized saying that had been a mistake too.
Dad just looked at her in angry dismay.
They set me on my feet and Greg stood in front of me, eyes full of the same crazed fierceness that was in Dad’s.
One of the deacons handed a Bible over to Dad. Immediately, Dad began spewing out scripture upon scripture. I just stared at him. The only feelings I had for him now were cold hatred and rage at his stupidity. This ridiculous prattling of scriptures went on for twenty minutes or more, while Mom stood in the background sniffling and looking very worried. And when she did look at Dad, there was something new there – hate. It was obvious she realized she had made a huge mistake in renewing her wedding vows.
I almost laughed when Ruth approached her again as though to comfort her and Mom told her to keep her freakin’ hands off. Shocked, Ruth stepped to the far side of the men, looking at Mom as though she were possibly possessed.
“You’re not getting anywhere,” Greg interrupted after a bit.
Dad stopped then, eyes shining like a madman’s, and glued to my face. “You’re right, Greg. Has to be a powerful demon. I was afraid we’d have to resort to extreme measures, and it appears we have no choice.”
Nodding that he thought Dad right, Greg ran out of the barn.
“What do you mean?” Mom yelled as she ran up. “What extreme measures?”
“We have this under control, Gale! Let Greg and me handle this!”
Ruth stepped closer in, eyes afire. She was drinking in every moment as though it were some wonderful show that she wouldn’t miss for the world.
Greg dashed back in with a blanket and ropes.
“What are you doing?” Mom asked, hysteria growing in her voice.
Dad turned to one of the other dea
cons then and told him to get Mom out.
“No!” Mom pleaded. “No! No! No!” But she was dragged out by a couple of men. I could hear her screaming in protest, but no one was heeding her pleas. Then silence. Apparently she was locked up in a car and her mouth taped over too.
Ruth’s grin grew bigger. At that moment, I could have beat her to a pulp had I been able to get my hands on her.
With the help of the two deacons, Dad and Greg wrapped the blanket tightly around me, with it coming up to my chin. I could barely breathe, it was so tight. That wasn’t enough for them. They secured three ropes around me: one at my ankles, one at my waist, and the third around my shoulders. Not only could I barely breathe, I was so hot I thought I would pass out.
They laid me down on another blanket and once more Dad began his ridiculous sputtering of scriptures. When I could stand it no longer, I screamed, “I hate you! I will hate you until the day I die!”
At that, Greg joined in the preposterous blathering. I had to do it. I was so freakin’ pissed and miserable. I spit in Greg’s face. I wish I had had a camera to capture his shocked expression. It was priceless. I don’t know why he was surprised. It wasn’t the first time I had spit in his face, and for the very same reason. He simply froze for a few seconds, and then, apparently, decided it was the demon that made me do it. Idiot!
What they didn’t know was that Satan’s demons don’t enter into a human body unless invoked, requested, by that individual to do so. And it is usually to aid in that person gaining certain knowledge, help them in some way. They never – and I mean never – do the vile things that books and movies portray! That is all fiction! All lies! They are powerful beings – yes! But they are loving and faithful to Father Satan’s children. They would never harm one. Never!
Dad and Greg kept on and on and on. They either didn’t care or were too caught up in their rambling, to notice that I was having trouble breathing, seriously, now. It was all I could do to remain conscious.
“This is not working,” Dad stated and handed his Bible to one of the deacons. Give me your belt, Greg.”
Greg looked startled, but Dad stubbornly held out his hand. Then nodding okay, Greg quickly undid his belt and handed it over to Dad. That was when Dad began to lash me with the belt – buckle ended. I cried out. And I guess the blankets protected me somewhat, but Dad was hitting me as hard as he could and demanding the demon to come out of me. I suddenly felt like I was going to throw up. Too hot. Sick. I strained my neck to turn my head the best I could. Then a woman yelled that I was throwing up, to sit me up so I wouldn’t choke.
Greg quickly sat me up, and I threw up in his lap. It would have been hilarious had I not been so freakin’ sick.
Then, I thought I saw a shadow slip behind Ruth. A short shadow. Then a familiar face – Cal!
And was he pissed!
Suddenly, Deacon Randolph yelled out as he sailed over an old John Deere tractor that had been behind him. Then Ruth turned and met the fury in Cal’s red eyes and screamed, as he focused his ferocity on her. She scrambled out of the building with Cal at her feet.
“What is going on?” Dad asked, as he and Greg whipped their heads around to see what was happening. “We need to focus here! Can’t afford distractions!” The self-righteous bigots realized then that Deacon Randolph was lying on the dirt floor on the far side of the tractor, rubbing the back of his head.
Some of the other church members quickly left out the side door, but the rest hadn’t seen what had happened and were too engrossed in watching the exorcism. Myself, I had a front row view, making it almost worthwhile.
Dad and Greg eyed one another. Dad told Greg to go over and see about Randolph. Then Dad turned to me and raised the belt back to lash out at me again. Just then, there was a crack of thunder, so loud that it startled everyone. Then there was a slight trembling of the ground. Dad lost his balance and fell backwards. Deacon Bill Phillips helped Dad up and to brush off. Dad refused to be deterred, though, pulling his arm back and then hit me with all the fury he could muster.
There was another, even louder, crackle of thunder, and the ground shook even harder, and this time it didn’t stop. Kept shaking.
Someone yelled we were having an earthquake.
“No!” Dad stubbornly protested. “Just proof she has a powerful demon in her! It’s trying to stop me from saving her. But he’s not going to succeed!” And he slapped the belt across my chest as hard as he could. “In the name of Jesus, I command you to come out, demon!”
Then all the lights shut off, and a murmuring went around through the church members who still remained. Another loud rippling of thunder rolled overhead.
“Don’t let it frighten you,” Dad said, hoping to calm everyone.
Then a huge ball of light, soft at first, began forming right behind Dad. Greg noticed it immediately and yelled at Dad to look.
Dad turned around to see and had to squint, for the light was now blinding. Then, barely detectable at first, a form appeared in the light, a very impressive, tall figure of a man. He had to be at least seven feet tall. Dad gasped. Then the bluish white form stepped forth out of the light and I recognized him immediately: Paleo in full armor! It was the first time I had ever seen his beautiful shimmering physique fully formed and standing, but I knew him by the shape of his head and the way he moved.
There was another loud crack of thunder and the lights came back on, and the ball of light that Paleo had stepped out of dissipated.
Dad stood a little askew to me. His jaw hung loose and his eyes couldn’t have been any bigger, as Paleo swiftly strode up to him, grabbed him by the collar, raising him high in the air with one arm, while Dad kicked his feet, trying desperately to free himself, and then Paleo slung him across the barn. Dad hit the wall, feet up, with a loud thud. I thought surely he was dead, but I heard him moan. Paleo turned then to Greg, who was backing away with his Palms up. “No! Please! No!”
“This is how you treat your wife?” Paleo asked in a feral snarl.
“I’m sorry! I’m sorry!”
“That you are.” Paleo’s gaze went to Dad then, as Dad had managed to pull himself up to a sitting position. But he wasn’t looking too good.
“You’d be wise to stay there,” Paleo warned.
Dad shook his head, terrified. He wasn’t about to move. Many of the onlookers who weren’t frozen to their spots turned and scrambled out of the building.
Paleo turned his attention back to Greg, and Greg screamed as Paleo lifted him up and threw him across the barn too. Deacon Phillips and the other deacons tried to flee, but Paleo was too quick. They all went flying one by one, landing with thuds against the barn walls.
With the church people out of the way, Paleo quickly untied me and scooped me up in his arms. “I’m sorry I didn’t get here quicker, my love, but it took Cal a few minutes for his message to get to me and hone in to where you were.”
I looked up at him with the greatest love. My eyes were full of tears, but not from pain. My heart sang with joy just to behold him. And he had rescued me! “I love you!”
Adoring me with his wonderful eyes, he smiled and kissed my cheek. “I love you too, my sweet.”
Shaking visibly, Dad managed to pull himself to his feet, as so did Greg. Some of the deacons were still sitting, too terrified to move a muscle.
Face contorted in confusion and fear, Dad finally got brave enough to ask, “Are you an angel?”
“Same species… different side of the fence,” Paleo curtly replied.
Mom stepped back inside then. Cal was beside her. Apparently he had freed her. When she saw me in Paleo’s arms her face lit up in awe. Speaking to Paleo, she gasped, “You’re beautiful!”
That brought on a polite smile from Paleo. Then he returned his attention to Dad and Greg. “For your information, I am what you would refer to as a demon.”
Dad gulped audibly.
“Contrary to the lies taught by your kind, we demons are not monsters. If truth
be known, we are actually gods in our own right. And we do not cause or make you humans do anything wrong, evil or otherwise. Man commits acts of violence and evil all on his own volition.”
Dad’s eyes grew bigger and bigger as Paleo spoke, but he dared not interrupt.
“If you want to place blame on someone, then blame the ones on your side. They have led you to believe their lies for thousands of years. It is your God who would have mankind enslaved, and has taught you that everything normal and natural is evil. It is all a lie! You, sir, do not teach the truth. The Jews, Christians, and Muslims have all developed unnatural faiths on the claimed God of the supposedly chosen Jews, along with a combination of other beliefs and much fabrication of facts!”
Dad and Greg were both utterly speechless. Dad then looked over at Mom, who turned her face away from him. Then Dad focused back on Paleo. “My… My entire life has been based on a falsehood? I… I can’t believe that,” he stuttered. “It’s all in the Bible.”
Paleo laughed heartily before responding. “You imbecile, the proof is there for you to study. There are numerous books written by scholars who have researched the truth. The false religions have done their best to destroy and hide it, but it is still there.”
“You say you are a demon,” Dad said. “So why should I believe you?”
“Do you see an angel here rescuing your very-abused daughter?”
Dad glanced around at the others, they had no answer, and he looked back at Paleo but didn’t respond.
Greg stepped forward, eyes on me, and then questioningly to Paleo, and then back to me. “I’m sorry, Brenda.”
I could see he meant what he said. Only, my heart was now Paleo’s, and I knew it would be forever. “I believe you, but it’s too late, Greg. I’m sorry.”
Greg nodded. Regret all over his face. “Not as sorry as I am.” He grimaced and stepped back.
Suddenly, the earth shook again.
“Maybe that’s an angel?” Dad sneered.
Paleo simply laughed.
Another light appeared. This time, I was the one stunned. For out of the light stepped a very familiar form. “Erick?” I felt Paleo’s chest chuckle slightly.
This time Erick had brilliant white wings, and he was dressed in a robe of pure white. “That is the name I use sometimes when I want to help one of my children,” he replied in a wonderfully kind voice. “I’m sorry that I had to temporarily deceive you, but I didn’t want to let you know who I really was until I deemed it necessary.”
Dad’s face grew red. “Don’t tell me you’re Satan?”
Eyes temporarily afire with anger towards my dad, Father replied, “That I am! My true original name is Ea, pronounced Arya, but I have been known as Satan for many, many years now.”
“But… you’re dressed in white?”
Father shook his head. In spite of all he was witnessing, Dad still stubbornly clung to his engrained beliefs. Father turned his attention to me then, and stepped up to us. His eyes met Paleo’s and they shook their heads as though speaking to one another telepathically. Then Father proceeded to unwrap me, and then Paleo set me to my feet, but held his arm lovingly around me.
Father said, “I am sorry you had to endure this, my child.” He kissed my forehead and stepped back, turning his stare to my dad.
It was so obvious that Dad didn’t want to believe any of this was happening, but many of the others were looking at him as though they felt sorry for him and then turned and started leaving. “Don’t let yourselves be deceived!” Dad yelled after them.
Father spoke again and the ground shook. “Even now you deny me?” His wonderful blue eyes sparkled with ire.
Dad just stared at him and chewed his mouth around but didn’t respond.
“I believe in you,” Greg said. “I will never preach the lie again. I am willing to serve you, Lord Satan.”
“Thank you, my child. You will receive my blessings and love for your faith.”
Mom came forward and accepted Him too. Father took them both in his arms and hugged them lovingly. Then the few parishioners, who had remained, came forward and also dedicated to Father.
Dad just growled and stormed out of the building.
Father’s eyes followed him. Then he looked at Paleo and sighed woefully. I could see it hurt Him deeply that my Dad refused to believe the truth, in spite of all he had witnessed. “Sadly, some are so deceived by the influence of the other side there is just no getting through to them.”
Paleo agreed. “It is indeed sad.”
Father then explained that He and Paleo needed to return to the war that still raged on the other side. Then he asked Greg if he could take me and Mom home.
“Of course,” Greg replied. I could see he was aware there was something between Paleo and me, but he wasn’t going to question it.
Father and Paleo vanished, and Greg led Mom and me out to his car. The rest left too.
Mom let Greg take her to the house, but also let us know that she wasn’t going to stay. She thought she could get her old apartment back, and possibly her job. She had made a mistake in going back to Dad. That she regretted. She felt sorry for him, but there was nothing she could do about that.
Soon as Greg dropped her off, he took me to my apartment. We sat in the front seat for a minute. Things were playing on his mind. Then he turned to me and asked, “Do you love this Paleo?”
“Yes! I won’t lie. He loves me too.”
“I could see that… This is all so incredible. I would never have believed any of it had I not witnessed it personally. I do know Satan is our true Father now. And knowing that makes me happy inside in a way that I never was before.”
This I understood completely. “Yes. Knowing the truth and having Father’s love is the most wonderful thing that could ever happen to us.”
He leaned over and kissed me lightly. “I know Paleo will take good care of you. But I will always love you, Brenda.”
“I will always love you too, Greg. Just not the way I love Paleo.”
“I understand that… I think.” And he smiled regretfully.
“You will find someone. I am sure in Father’s kingdom there is someone special for you.”
“I don’t doubt it.”
He jumped out then and came around and opened the door for me. Then, with a quick hug, I dashed to my front door and let myself in. I stopped with a start.
Cal stood in my kitchen door, grinning like the Cheshire cat.
“What now?” I expected to see all my soda cans emptied and lined up along the counter, or find a bra hanging from the ceiling (something he actually did to me once), instead, he had a spaghetti and meatball dinner placed on the table for me, and iced tea poured in a tall glass. What’s more, he had set himself a place as well.
“Dinner, my lady?”
“Cal! You sweet dear!” I kissed the top of his hooded head.
He pulled my chair out for me, and I took my seat.
He sat down too, and then watched intently as I took my first bite.
I couldn’t believe it. “This is the most delicious spaghetti I ever tasted.”
That brought on a huge grin. “Thank you, my lady!” he winked and began shoveling his dinner into his mouth as fast as he could. Red sauce dripped down his chin, but I kept my mouth shut and just watched him with amazement, astounded he could eat so fast. Suddenly there was a loud fart, and he grinned mischievously, but didn’t apologize, and then there was another fart, followed by another, and then another, and then burping ensued, but he just smiled and kept stuffing his face.
I couldn’t help it. I laughed and continued eating my delicious dinner.
The end
*This may be the end of my novel, and though the story is fiction, it is not the end. My story is founded on extensive research and studies.
However, for those of you who question the validity of things, the answers are out there. You just have to look for them.
There are numerous works by many schola
rs that one can read and study. Some of these fine scholars are:
Acharya S aka D.M. Murdock
Zecharia Sitchin
Robert Graves
James Frazer
Erich Von Däniken
The television series Ancient Aliens skillfully raises many of these questions.
There is more, much more. One only has to apply themselves if they want to know the truth.
Amber Geneva
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