I stand with Trump. I know this is not a popular thing to say and I know he is flawed. So you ask, "Why do you support him?" The answer boils down to my Christian belief. I believe God has put him in place because this nation is going down a road which leads to destruction.
Abortion is not a right. Nobody has the right to kill another person. Live begins at conception and we should not be murdering the innocent. The Old Testament told of blood sacrifices made to ancient gods. Abortion is the same act accept it is socially "acceptable" but cannot be accepted by any true Christian.
The same can be said with Homosexuality. God did not make people to engage in acts of sodomy or perversion of sexual acts. Those who think it is old testament and not for now are deluded. God said be fruitful and multiple, (can't be done in a homosexual relationship). God said it is an abomination.
Sure you can get mad and call me names but the Truth is the Truth regardless of whether 90% of people don't believe it.
So Donald Trump represents the best choice in defending the Christian faith, has protected our rights which ARE under attack and defends our right to Bear Arms. I do not see any other choice nor do I see any Democrat stating what they can do for the country. All I hear from the left is what they will take away. This is not America. This is not the ideal established in our Constitution.
I stand with Christ and only follow those who stand with him as well and not just give lip service. For all you "Christians" out there who believe in the above, I ask you rethink your position as it leads down a dark and fiery path.
Tuesday, September 24, 2019
Monday, April 1, 2019
There is so much animosity, to be polite, toward Christians and Christian beliefs it is staggering. We are a country of freedoms but it seem it is ok to belittle and persecute Christians, but say anything about Muslims and fell the anger. Most Christians are peaceful and loving. It is only because we have a moral stance which brushes up against those who don't share our belief. Love one another.
Monday, February 11, 2019
It appears the world is ripe for and intervention. Unfortunately that intervention will come from an evil source. It has been a long time since Adam first walked the earth. Before Adam was another society created by the Fallen Angels. Fallen angels are angels which left their first estate and rebelled against God. Since they were cast from heaven, their sole desire was to overthrow God and usurp him. To this end they have plotted, planned, & attempted everything imaginable to this end.
Genesis 6 details one such attempt when they took wives of human females (seed of man) and began having children which became giants. Before this, and/or during this same time, they impregnated animals. This lead to the legends of old where Centaurs, Satyrs, & other monsters were created through this vile deprivation. These became the myths of Roman & Greek mythology.
People ask, "Why did God kill even the children with the flood?" This conundrum seems irreconcilable. It isn't if you consider what was occurring during the times of Noah. The fallen angels knew of the plan of God to redeem man through Jesus Christ. Their attempt was to destroy the pure bloodline of Christ. When God chose Noah it was due to him being pure. God had destroy all life due to the infestation of demonic blood. I should stop and say there is a difference between the "Fallen Angels" & "Demons".
When Angels created offspring after their own seed, they did not/cannot be redeemed. This left may spirits of demons without a place to go upon death. When God destroyed the demon seed from the earth, their spirits were left without a place to go. These are the evil spirits that posses people. These are those which can be cast out like "Legion." Knowing the whole world was corrupt & had mingled themselves with the seed of the Fallen Angels, God had to preserve his promise to Adam and intervene with a flood.
With the destruction of the whole world through the flood, God reset mankind and caused the pollution of the seed of man. After the flood, it appears Giants, (offspring of Angels) tried to reinsert themselves into the world. The exact way was not indicated but you can infer that it was completed in like manner. Why is this important?
Another question which people ask is how can God tell Israel to kill all men, women, children, & animals when Moses, Joshua, & Caleb came out of Eygpt. If you look at the biblical account, the Jews saw men who where giants in which they seemed like "grasshoppers." The Fallen Angels again where trying to reinsert their prodigy. God called upon Israel to destroy the giant races again. It is the same plan attempted at a different era.
Lets look at today and see how this plan is continuing to perpetuate just in a different way.
The UFO phenomena is the latest attempt by the Fallen Angels to try to destroy mankind. It is very interesting to note the majority of "abductions" have dealt with sexual reproduction or probing. Technology is advancing and if you look at the end game, you can easily see the manipulation to once again try to infect humanity.
Technology has advanced to the point where we can now manipulate DNA. If we can produce copies of giants through DNA found in bones, they can de-facto resurrect their children having the wandering spirits (disembodied demons) to return to their new manufactured home.
This leads to the Mark of the Beast which I will address at a later date.
What do you think?
Genesis 6 details one such attempt when they took wives of human females (seed of man) and began having children which became giants. Before this, and/or during this same time, they impregnated animals. This lead to the legends of old where Centaurs, Satyrs, & other monsters were created through this vile deprivation. These became the myths of Roman & Greek mythology.
People ask, "Why did God kill even the children with the flood?" This conundrum seems irreconcilable. It isn't if you consider what was occurring during the times of Noah. The fallen angels knew of the plan of God to redeem man through Jesus Christ. Their attempt was to destroy the pure bloodline of Christ. When God chose Noah it was due to him being pure. God had destroy all life due to the infestation of demonic blood. I should stop and say there is a difference between the "Fallen Angels" & "Demons".
When Angels created offspring after their own seed, they did not/cannot be redeemed. This left may spirits of demons without a place to go upon death. When God destroyed the demon seed from the earth, their spirits were left without a place to go. These are the evil spirits that posses people. These are those which can be cast out like "Legion." Knowing the whole world was corrupt & had mingled themselves with the seed of the Fallen Angels, God had to preserve his promise to Adam and intervene with a flood.
With the destruction of the whole world through the flood, God reset mankind and caused the pollution of the seed of man. After the flood, it appears Giants, (offspring of Angels) tried to reinsert themselves into the world. The exact way was not indicated but you can infer that it was completed in like manner. Why is this important?
Another question which people ask is how can God tell Israel to kill all men, women, children, & animals when Moses, Joshua, & Caleb came out of Eygpt. If you look at the biblical account, the Jews saw men who where giants in which they seemed like "grasshoppers." The Fallen Angels again where trying to reinsert their prodigy. God called upon Israel to destroy the giant races again. It is the same plan attempted at a different era.
Lets look at today and see how this plan is continuing to perpetuate just in a different way.
The UFO phenomena is the latest attempt by the Fallen Angels to try to destroy mankind. It is very interesting to note the majority of "abductions" have dealt with sexual reproduction or probing. Technology is advancing and if you look at the end game, you can easily see the manipulation to once again try to infect humanity.
Technology has advanced to the point where we can now manipulate DNA. If we can produce copies of giants through DNA found in bones, they can de-facto resurrect their children having the wandering spirits (disembodied demons) to return to their new manufactured home.
This leads to the Mark of the Beast which I will address at a later date.
What do you think?
Friday, August 5, 2016
The Hidden
Many people see angels in the course of their lives. Some unique individuals see them even from a very early age. I often contemplate in the bible where in 2 Kings (MEV):
15 When a servant of the man of God rose early in the morning and went out, a force surrounded the city both with horses and chariots. And his servant said to him, “Alas, my master! What will we do?”
16 And he said, “Do not be afraid, for there are more with us than with them.”
17 Then Elisha prayed, “Lord, open his eyes and let him see.” So the Lord opened the eyes of the young man, and he saw that the mountain was full of horses and chariots of fire surrounding Elisha.
What we see and don't see around us. This was not only showing angels but it was saying it was full of horse and chariots. Another scripture Heb 12:1 Therefore, since we are encompassed with such a great cloud of witnesses..
Stop and think a moment.
We all, or maybe its just me, seem to picture the angels as helping us,fighting for us, giving us messages, or even just watching us. We are constantly surrounded by Heavenly Hosts not only for those things list above and more but we should consider soberly they are also witnesses to all we do both good and bad.
I have a hard time myself picturing there is an angel by me all the time. I think this is more common than most believe. We, as carnal beings, have a hard time understanding the enormity of events which transpire all around us unaware. It was Amy Grant's song, "Angel's Watching Over Me", that I find so inspiring. How many things might have occurred if just one thing went different."A reckless car ran out of gas before it ran my way. Near misses all around me, accidents unknown..."
Keep in mind we may not see them, but they must certainly see us.
God Bless.
15 When a servant of the man of God rose early in the morning and went out, a force surrounded the city both with horses and chariots. And his servant said to him, “Alas, my master! What will we do?”
16 And he said, “Do not be afraid, for there are more with us than with them.”
17 Then Elisha prayed, “Lord, open his eyes and let him see.” So the Lord opened the eyes of the young man, and he saw that the mountain was full of horses and chariots of fire surrounding Elisha.
What we see and don't see around us. This was not only showing angels but it was saying it was full of horse and chariots. Another scripture Heb 12:1 Therefore, since we are encompassed with such a great cloud of witnesses..
Stop and think a moment.
We all, or maybe its just me, seem to picture the angels as helping us,fighting for us, giving us messages, or even just watching us. We are constantly surrounded by Heavenly Hosts not only for those things list above and more but we should consider soberly they are also witnesses to all we do both good and bad.
I have a hard time myself picturing there is an angel by me all the time. I think this is more common than most believe. We, as carnal beings, have a hard time understanding the enormity of events which transpire all around us unaware. It was Amy Grant's song, "Angel's Watching Over Me", that I find so inspiring. How many things might have occurred if just one thing went different."A reckless car ran out of gas before it ran my way. Near misses all around me, accidents unknown..."
Keep in mind we may not see them, but they must certainly see us.
God Bless.
Sunday, October 11, 2015
Demon in the House
Seeing Angels:
I know a few people who have seen angels. I have not seen an angel. I did once see a demon. It was late at night and my wife and I were asleep. I was young and in the military. I was a relatively new christian from the stand point I did not have a lot of biblical knowledge especially when it came to Angels and Demons.
We lived on in government housing at the Army base I was assigned. There wasn't anything special about the quarters. It was the usual drab concrete wall structure that was dated to the 60s and 70s architecture. We had been there for over a year with our four children most very young with two still in diapers.
I typically do not sleep well and will normally hear if someone even tiptoes into my room. I don't know if it was because of my background, the military, or because I would always be ready to hear if my children were stirring or crying. For whatever the reason I was awaken from my sleep and rolled over as I am accustomed. This was different.
When I rolled over I felt strange. At first I thought maybe I heard one of the kids and just waited a few minutes. Most of the time they would gently cry themselves back to sleep once they found there pacifier. If they continued crying I would normally get up. My wife was usually exhausted after chasing the four kids around the house and had always been a deep sleeper. She would get up if she know I had an early appointment or if I had an hard day in the field.
This night she didn't make a sound or try to move. Not really a problem since I didn't have anything special planned or that I need to get up early so I waited at first calmly to see if the noise returned. I laid in my bed on my back intently listening. The more I listened the more I came to conclude that if the baby had cried he must have fallen back to sleep.
There was this lingering uneasiness that crept into my bones. I could feel it like arthritis. It was an aching without the pain. It grew steadily as I laid with my eyes closed. My nerves began to tingle and the peace I normally felt was dissipating at a rapid pace. Anxiety begin to eek its way worming into my heart. My pulse kicked up slightly. I could feel the fight or flight instinct kick in.
I know the house was secure. I would do a final round just before we laid down to make sure all the windows and doors were locked. It wasn't that I expected a break-in, there were scarcely any incidences like that on the post and it was the early 90s. Times were different but I suppose my fatherly inclinations to protect my family made this almost a compulsive behavior.
I strained all the more to hear even the faintest of sounds. I was not listening for my children. I was actively listening for an intruder. I didn't own a gun. You couldn't have one in government housing. My ears stretched like a cat tracking a mouse in the walls. Still I could hear nothing but the feeling grew stronger. I could feel the hairs on the back of my neck standing up. Anxiety was changed now to trepidation.
There was no sound in the house but I know there was someone there. Was it my imagination? I sat up slowly in the bed and looked toward the door to our room. The room was rectangular in design with a private bathroom immediately to the left as you enter the master bedroom. The vanity sink was visible from the bedroom barely due to a half wall with columnar posts running parallel to the back bedroom wall. There was about a four foot space from the door to the halfwall before entering into the bedroom proper.
I saw a dark shadowy figure standing in the doorway. At first I thought it was just a shadow or a trick of my mind. I couldn't make anything out. It was darker than the room. In contrast it made the room look brighter. I was about to concede that my imagination was getting the best of me when I saw it move from outside the doorway and into the room. It was then I noticed the human like stature of a man.
It wasn't a man. It ducked under the header of the door. His shoulders were just below the height of the door. This thing was tall. I would guess eight or nine feet in height. He came into the room with one step resting his gnarled hand on the post of the half wall. I could not see details only darkness and shape. The face was impossibly contorted. The chin was twisted upward and to the left. His neck was twisted snake like with oddly shaped knots on his cheeks and neck like massive cancerous tumors.
A dark cloak hung from the massive frame. I could not see the end of the cloak as the edges seem to fade into the darkness of the room but I could tell it moved eerily. A sort of smoke seemed to drift off this creature in dark ribbons streaming in all directions.
What was I suppose to do? I tried to wake my wife by covertly tapping her on her side. Nothing, no movement, no moan, and definitely no waking. I tried to call out her name but my voice did not respond. The fear started to permeate the entire room. Sinister movements and I could swear I saw an nefarious grin from the creature. It was time I acted.
I did the only think I could possibly do in this situation. I bet you think I prayed or cast out the demon. Well your wrong. I pulled the covers over my head like I did when I was a child to hide from whatever boogieman I thought was under my bed. That's right folks. I quivered in my bed. I did finally pray but the only thing that came to mind was "Jesus." At first I could only think His name. After what seemed like hours I could say "Jesus! Jesus!." Don't let the exclamation marks full you. I thought it bodly, but it came out sheepish.
Slowly the atmosphere changed. I regained my peace and peeked through slits in my tightly closed eyes and from under the covers. The creature wasn't there any longer. Some would still say that I imagined the whole thing or that it was a panic attack, or some other reason to numerous to list here. I'm here to tell you that in fact it was real. It was as tangible as the air I breath.
Just like angels, demons can inhabit dwellings. They are given permission by someone along the line to have access. Whether the access is to a physical structure or demonic possession the fact remains that they are real and active in this world. I often chuckle at people now. Not in a superior I know everything kind of way but at the concepts of life and death.
I hear people say that they believe in angels but don't believe in demons or hell. These are Christians professing this ideology. Demons are angels that have left the perfect state and are fallen. How can you believe in angels and not demons. It is truly a masterful deception the enemy has concocted. The Word of God said himself that demons are among us and interact in this world. There are rules to there activities and limitations to what they can do. Look at Job. If you believe in the Bible how can you pick and choose what you want to accept. Don't fear for we are In the Arms of the Angels where Demons Dare to Tread.
I hope one day I can see angels before I die. Some people have. Have you? Tell me your story.
I know a few people who have seen angels. I have not seen an angel. I did once see a demon. It was late at night and my wife and I were asleep. I was young and in the military. I was a relatively new christian from the stand point I did not have a lot of biblical knowledge especially when it came to Angels and Demons.
We lived on in government housing at the Army base I was assigned. There wasn't anything special about the quarters. It was the usual drab concrete wall structure that was dated to the 60s and 70s architecture. We had been there for over a year with our four children most very young with two still in diapers.
I typically do not sleep well and will normally hear if someone even tiptoes into my room. I don't know if it was because of my background, the military, or because I would always be ready to hear if my children were stirring or crying. For whatever the reason I was awaken from my sleep and rolled over as I am accustomed. This was different.
When I rolled over I felt strange. At first I thought maybe I heard one of the kids and just waited a few minutes. Most of the time they would gently cry themselves back to sleep once they found there pacifier. If they continued crying I would normally get up. My wife was usually exhausted after chasing the four kids around the house and had always been a deep sleeper. She would get up if she know I had an early appointment or if I had an hard day in the field.
This night she didn't make a sound or try to move. Not really a problem since I didn't have anything special planned or that I need to get up early so I waited at first calmly to see if the noise returned. I laid in my bed on my back intently listening. The more I listened the more I came to conclude that if the baby had cried he must have fallen back to sleep.
There was this lingering uneasiness that crept into my bones. I could feel it like arthritis. It was an aching without the pain. It grew steadily as I laid with my eyes closed. My nerves began to tingle and the peace I normally felt was dissipating at a rapid pace. Anxiety begin to eek its way worming into my heart. My pulse kicked up slightly. I could feel the fight or flight instinct kick in.
I know the house was secure. I would do a final round just before we laid down to make sure all the windows and doors were locked. It wasn't that I expected a break-in, there were scarcely any incidences like that on the post and it was the early 90s. Times were different but I suppose my fatherly inclinations to protect my family made this almost a compulsive behavior.
I strained all the more to hear even the faintest of sounds. I was not listening for my children. I was actively listening for an intruder. I didn't own a gun. You couldn't have one in government housing. My ears stretched like a cat tracking a mouse in the walls. Still I could hear nothing but the feeling grew stronger. I could feel the hairs on the back of my neck standing up. Anxiety was changed now to trepidation.
There was no sound in the house but I know there was someone there. Was it my imagination? I sat up slowly in the bed and looked toward the door to our room. The room was rectangular in design with a private bathroom immediately to the left as you enter the master bedroom. The vanity sink was visible from the bedroom barely due to a half wall with columnar posts running parallel to the back bedroom wall. There was about a four foot space from the door to the halfwall before entering into the bedroom proper.
I saw a dark shadowy figure standing in the doorway. At first I thought it was just a shadow or a trick of my mind. I couldn't make anything out. It was darker than the room. In contrast it made the room look brighter. I was about to concede that my imagination was getting the best of me when I saw it move from outside the doorway and into the room. It was then I noticed the human like stature of a man.
It wasn't a man. It ducked under the header of the door. His shoulders were just below the height of the door. This thing was tall. I would guess eight or nine feet in height. He came into the room with one step resting his gnarled hand on the post of the half wall. I could not see details only darkness and shape. The face was impossibly contorted. The chin was twisted upward and to the left. His neck was twisted snake like with oddly shaped knots on his cheeks and neck like massive cancerous tumors.
A dark cloak hung from the massive frame. I could not see the end of the cloak as the edges seem to fade into the darkness of the room but I could tell it moved eerily. A sort of smoke seemed to drift off this creature in dark ribbons streaming in all directions.
What was I suppose to do? I tried to wake my wife by covertly tapping her on her side. Nothing, no movement, no moan, and definitely no waking. I tried to call out her name but my voice did not respond. The fear started to permeate the entire room. Sinister movements and I could swear I saw an nefarious grin from the creature. It was time I acted.
I did the only think I could possibly do in this situation. I bet you think I prayed or cast out the demon. Well your wrong. I pulled the covers over my head like I did when I was a child to hide from whatever boogieman I thought was under my bed. That's right folks. I quivered in my bed. I did finally pray but the only thing that came to mind was "Jesus." At first I could only think His name. After what seemed like hours I could say "Jesus! Jesus!." Don't let the exclamation marks full you. I thought it bodly, but it came out sheepish.
Slowly the atmosphere changed. I regained my peace and peeked through slits in my tightly closed eyes and from under the covers. The creature wasn't there any longer. Some would still say that I imagined the whole thing or that it was a panic attack, or some other reason to numerous to list here. I'm here to tell you that in fact it was real. It was as tangible as the air I breath.
Just like angels, demons can inhabit dwellings. They are given permission by someone along the line to have access. Whether the access is to a physical structure or demonic possession the fact remains that they are real and active in this world. I often chuckle at people now. Not in a superior I know everything kind of way but at the concepts of life and death.
I hear people say that they believe in angels but don't believe in demons or hell. These are Christians professing this ideology. Demons are angels that have left the perfect state and are fallen. How can you believe in angels and not demons. It is truly a masterful deception the enemy has concocted. The Word of God said himself that demons are among us and interact in this world. There are rules to there activities and limitations to what they can do. Look at Job. If you believe in the Bible how can you pick and choose what you want to accept. Don't fear for we are In the Arms of the Angels where Demons Dare to Tread.
I hope one day I can see angels before I die. Some people have. Have you? Tell me your story.
Friday, September 4, 2015
Excerpt - In the Arms of the Angels - Where Demons Dare to Tread
CHAPTER One
Guardians
The old house had been in the family for decades.Six generations of Carabons have birthed, lived, and died in this ancestral home.The stone house was well maintained.All the years of life only added to the unique character of the estate. The west side of the yard exploded with various colored roses.All the bushes, in full bloom, were neatly trimmed and meticulously pruned.Yellow climbing roses intertwined the trellis forming a sweet aroma-filled walkway to the back gate. On each side were rows of red and yellow rose bushes embracing the walk way.Luscious green Ivy had long since covered the south wall in the back yard boring tenaciously into the aged mortar. The morning sun peeks through the grid work of the wooden window into a small child’s upstairs bedroom.
Daniel is asleep on his bed, his face covered by his Mickey Mouse down comforter.“It’s morning! Time to rise and shine.It’s seven in the morning and time for work.”Slowly Daniel’s hand searches for the alarm as the announcer continues, “If you’re heading down Interstate 30 this morning you better get an early….”, Daniel’s hand knocks the black clock radio off the pine table.The pine end table was artistically decorated just the night before in a multicolored rainbow of Crayola crayons.Daniel had to have his car shaped radio beside his toddler bed.Daniel’s favorite toys are racecars.For Christmas, his grandparents found a uniquely shaped NASCAR bed.To match his bed, his dad gave him the race car alarm clock.The clock, which rapidly accelerated prior to its abrupt pit stop, lies on the floor with one wheel spinning.Thin arms stretch toward the ceiling and life once again breaks into the morning like a chick hatching from its egg.
“Daniel breakfast is ready.Come down before it’s too cold.”The faint voice of a woman lofts up from downstairs.“I’m up mommy.Be down minute.” Daniel yells as he slides his tiny feet onto the wooden floor.Shuffling his feet down the twenty foot hallway, half asleep and with only partially opened eyes, Daniel feels his way along the textured wallpaper to the bathroom.Daniel’s mom was very methodical.Everything must have its place and every room must have its theme.When he was three, it was ducks.Now, at the much advanced age of four “and a half”, Daniel heard his mom say that the “décor has a beachfront motif” complete with sand shells and a lobster toothbrush holder.Twisting the porcelain handle, Daniel splashes cold water on his face.Glancing into the mirror, he carefully pats his hair down without much success.It seems the harder he tries, the more that bit of hair in the back wants to stand in defiance.Grabbing his house robe Daniel heads down stairs.
The narrow spiral staircase wound its way down to the lower level of the house.The metal rails were polished brass with intricate arrowhead shaped points placed evenly along the length.Daniel loved to play on the staircase.His plastic army men, some missing body parts from previously vicious battles, would hang onto these points like a battlement of a medieval castle wall.Daniel’s tiny fingers touched each point on the way to the bottom.“One hundred thirty-four, One hundred thirty-five, One hundred thirty-six!One hundred thirty-six!”Daniel squealed as his fingers perched on the last point at the bottom of the railing.“Mommy,” Daniel began, “Why are dare one hundred thirty-six pointy things on da stairs?”
Julia looked up from the stove and into the living room.Daniel’s bright green eyes were always a joy to her heart.“So that your WARs wouldn’t hurt any more of your men.”Julia smiled as her son entered the kitchen. The kitchen always smelled of baked goods especially Cinnamon.Sweet Cinnamon remained suspended in the air escaping out of the confines of the kitchen. The blue glazed ceramic tiles on the countertops were covered with flour.Small cutouts of gingerbread men dressed complete with the multicolored gumdrop buttons were scattered on the breakfast bar still warm from the oven.“Don’t even think about it young man!”Julia coaxed Daniel past the alluring gingerbread men and toward the breakfast table.“Those are for your school party.”
Julia kept herself busy straightening up the kitchen.The stainless steel double sink was filled with the aftermath of her morning baking.Daniel sat in front of their bay window at the breakfast table which his dad hand crafted.Jon always enjoyed woodworking.One side of the two car garage was converted into his personal work shop.Daniel thought his dad could make anything.Daniel’s little feet dangled off the ground as he sat kicking his feet back and forth arranging his eggs, bacon, and toast.“Morning Honey,” Jon kisses Julia’s cheek and sits down across from Daniel.“Daddy,” Daniel’s face never could hide his joy, “Why are dare One hundred thirty-six pointy things on da stairs?”
Jon unfolds his morning paper and says, “Well Danny boy, sounds like a good question, again.I bet your mom knows the right answer.Don’t you mom?”Jon looks toward Julia with a smirk on his face.“Don’t grab me in on this one.I already told him.”“Well, there you go son.”Jon picks the paper back up and thumbs through the black and white pages.“Now eat your breakfast and this time,” pausing to peek over the top of his paper, “no Kamikaze attacks on your egg yolks.I don’t have time to change today.”Jonathan C. Carabon, or Jon as he liked to be called, was dressed in his business suit.His still well maintained shape complemented the gray custom tailored suit.
The thirty-five years of his life have been good to him.Jon’s football years through college kept him in peak physical condition.Now that his activity mostly focuses around a desk job, his physique now lacked the smooth athletic cut he once admired.“Jewels,” Jon’s nickname for his bride of twelve years, “After I drop off the tin soldier at day care, how’s about we take the day off?”Finishing up with the last of the breakfast dishes, Julia retorts, “Jon, I have a lot of stuff to get done today.Don’t worry, you’ll do just fine!”Reaching into the broom closet, she pulls out a white metal stepladder.She unfolds the metal contraption and climbs up to reach some Tupperware dishes she stashed away for “baking emergencies.”
“Jewels,” Jon gets up from the table, “let me get that for…” His words froze in the air as the ladder gives way.Julia panics as she tries to regain her balance.Lunging for a stabilizing handhold, she frantically grasps the top shelf with her right hand and the cabinet door with the other.The sound of fingernails scrapping against the hard wood of the cabinets resembles that of a nails against a teacher’s chalkboard as Jewels tumbles backwards.Jon rushes forward in a desperate frenzy to stave off the imminent peril.Julia’s ankle winces as it wrestles against the newly twisted frame of the stepladder.
The distinctive sharp sound of a bone breaking is one not easily forgotten.Jon’s formal football days forever impressed this unique sound into the very marrow of his being.Julia’s body reels backwards.Her hands spread striking the wooden block knife holder sending its contents sailing into the air.With a crack of thunder, her head hits the edge of the marble island countertop followed quickly by the resounding impact of the cold yearning floor.A stream of blood now issues forth onto the white ceramic tile.
Two large carving knives with dark black handles acquire their target as they descend rapidly toward her helplessly prone body.Unconscious and incapable of moving, the knives plunge closer.The twisted ladder shoots sideways along the bottom edge of the cabinetry.The rocketing deformed metal ladder locks Jon’s right knee in place catching him in an extended stride.With a mournful yelp, Jon collides into the corner of the island cabinet.The knives make their final descent.
Jon’s eyes widen in prayerful desperation as the knives plummet toward his lovely bride.Daniel screams!A small utility drawer from the island slowly slides out.The two knives sink deep into the soft maple wood of the drawer a few inches above Julia’s head.A hand releases the handle of the drawer.“Very nicely done Anthony.Not exuberant and just subtle enough to still make them have faith.”Two figures unseen by the Carabons, watch tentatively over the young woman.
“And as for you,” Anthony poises himself and draws the crystalline sword from his side, “You are not welcomed in this home.”The sword beams light like fire caressing the edge of a fireplace log.“Sssss.You havesss no Rightsss” hisses the dark figure.Standing obstinately against Anthony is an ugly creature.No light is seen from within this being.His face is twisted.Pain can be seen in the coal dark eyes sunken into a human shaped skeletal skull.His skin lacks any luster.Void of normal pigmentation, his face is pale as death.In direct contrast to the illuminate sword wielded by Anthony, a dark blade emerges from underneath the black cloak.“So be it!” Anthony stands protectively over Julia’s motionless body.
Jon’s prayer is still coming from his mouth as the massive battle begins.The two blades collide with gladiator force.Two gladiators in heated conflict, return volleys of deafening blows.The dark figure’s next swing is not targeted against his immediate adversary but instead, the massive cruel sword is directed at Julia.Anthony tries to intercept the treacherous blow but fails.“Michael help!”
Anthony’s plea invokes an immediate response from his cohort. The Mighty Warrior radiates the entire room with an instantaneous flash of blinding translucent light.“The Lord of Host rebukes you!”Michael’s diamond handled sword easily deflects the enemy’s attack. In terror, the panic stricken figure shrieks in pain as he is thrown across the room.With venom dripping from his fangs, he fades from the room.Anthony kneels to check on the woman he protected. “Anthony, she’ll be fine.You did what you were meant to do.”Michael skillfully sheaths his sword and places a gentle hand on Anthony’s shoulder.
“Michael how is it that he was able to get past me?”Anthony’s wondering eyes meet with the tender eyes of Michael.“It is because you care so much.It is, as they would say, ‘our weaknesses.’I prefer to say it is our greatest strength.Our Father has placed his love for them in us.At times, when you have battled enough, you too can harness the love of the Father.You fought against your foe but they too have skills and abilities.He broke the rules and I was allowed to intervene.”
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Guardians
The old house had been in the family for decades.Six generations of Carabons have birthed, lived, and died in this ancestral home.The stone house was well maintained.All the years of life only added to the unique character of the estate. The west side of the yard exploded with various colored roses.All the bushes, in full bloom, were neatly trimmed and meticulously pruned.Yellow climbing roses intertwined the trellis forming a sweet aroma-filled walkway to the back gate. On each side were rows of red and yellow rose bushes embracing the walk way.Luscious green Ivy had long since covered the south wall in the back yard boring tenaciously into the aged mortar. The morning sun peeks through the grid work of the wooden window into a small child’s upstairs bedroom.
Daniel is asleep on his bed, his face covered by his Mickey Mouse down comforter.“It’s morning! Time to rise and shine.It’s seven in the morning and time for work.”Slowly Daniel’s hand searches for the alarm as the announcer continues, “If you’re heading down Interstate 30 this morning you better get an early….”, Daniel’s hand knocks the black clock radio off the pine table.The pine end table was artistically decorated just the night before in a multicolored rainbow of Crayola crayons.Daniel had to have his car shaped radio beside his toddler bed.Daniel’s favorite toys are racecars.For Christmas, his grandparents found a uniquely shaped NASCAR bed.To match his bed, his dad gave him the race car alarm clock.The clock, which rapidly accelerated prior to its abrupt pit stop, lies on the floor with one wheel spinning.Thin arms stretch toward the ceiling and life once again breaks into the morning like a chick hatching from its egg.
“Daniel breakfast is ready.Come down before it’s too cold.”The faint voice of a woman lofts up from downstairs.“I’m up mommy.Be down minute.” Daniel yells as he slides his tiny feet onto the wooden floor.Shuffling his feet down the twenty foot hallway, half asleep and with only partially opened eyes, Daniel feels his way along the textured wallpaper to the bathroom.Daniel’s mom was very methodical.Everything must have its place and every room must have its theme.When he was three, it was ducks.Now, at the much advanced age of four “and a half”, Daniel heard his mom say that the “décor has a beachfront motif” complete with sand shells and a lobster toothbrush holder.Twisting the porcelain handle, Daniel splashes cold water on his face.Glancing into the mirror, he carefully pats his hair down without much success.It seems the harder he tries, the more that bit of hair in the back wants to stand in defiance.Grabbing his house robe Daniel heads down stairs.
The narrow spiral staircase wound its way down to the lower level of the house.The metal rails were polished brass with intricate arrowhead shaped points placed evenly along the length.Daniel loved to play on the staircase.His plastic army men, some missing body parts from previously vicious battles, would hang onto these points like a battlement of a medieval castle wall.Daniel’s tiny fingers touched each point on the way to the bottom.“One hundred thirty-four, One hundred thirty-five, One hundred thirty-six!One hundred thirty-six!”Daniel squealed as his fingers perched on the last point at the bottom of the railing.“Mommy,” Daniel began, “Why are dare one hundred thirty-six pointy things on da stairs?”
Julia looked up from the stove and into the living room.Daniel’s bright green eyes were always a joy to her heart.“So that your WARs wouldn’t hurt any more of your men.”Julia smiled as her son entered the kitchen. The kitchen always smelled of baked goods especially Cinnamon.Sweet Cinnamon remained suspended in the air escaping out of the confines of the kitchen. The blue glazed ceramic tiles on the countertops were covered with flour.Small cutouts of gingerbread men dressed complete with the multicolored gumdrop buttons were scattered on the breakfast bar still warm from the oven.“Don’t even think about it young man!”Julia coaxed Daniel past the alluring gingerbread men and toward the breakfast table.“Those are for your school party.”
Julia kept herself busy straightening up the kitchen.The stainless steel double sink was filled with the aftermath of her morning baking.Daniel sat in front of their bay window at the breakfast table which his dad hand crafted.Jon always enjoyed woodworking.One side of the two car garage was converted into his personal work shop.Daniel thought his dad could make anything.Daniel’s little feet dangled off the ground as he sat kicking his feet back and forth arranging his eggs, bacon, and toast.“Morning Honey,” Jon kisses Julia’s cheek and sits down across from Daniel.“Daddy,” Daniel’s face never could hide his joy, “Why are dare One hundred thirty-six pointy things on da stairs?”
Jon unfolds his morning paper and says, “Well Danny boy, sounds like a good question, again.I bet your mom knows the right answer.Don’t you mom?”Jon looks toward Julia with a smirk on his face.“Don’t grab me in on this one.I already told him.”“Well, there you go son.”Jon picks the paper back up and thumbs through the black and white pages.“Now eat your breakfast and this time,” pausing to peek over the top of his paper, “no Kamikaze attacks on your egg yolks.I don’t have time to change today.”Jonathan C. Carabon, or Jon as he liked to be called, was dressed in his business suit.His still well maintained shape complemented the gray custom tailored suit.
The thirty-five years of his life have been good to him.Jon’s football years through college kept him in peak physical condition.Now that his activity mostly focuses around a desk job, his physique now lacked the smooth athletic cut he once admired.“Jewels,” Jon’s nickname for his bride of twelve years, “After I drop off the tin soldier at day care, how’s about we take the day off?”Finishing up with the last of the breakfast dishes, Julia retorts, “Jon, I have a lot of stuff to get done today.Don’t worry, you’ll do just fine!”Reaching into the broom closet, she pulls out a white metal stepladder.She unfolds the metal contraption and climbs up to reach some Tupperware dishes she stashed away for “baking emergencies.”
“Jewels,” Jon gets up from the table, “let me get that for…” His words froze in the air as the ladder gives way.Julia panics as she tries to regain her balance.Lunging for a stabilizing handhold, she frantically grasps the top shelf with her right hand and the cabinet door with the other.The sound of fingernails scrapping against the hard wood of the cabinets resembles that of a nails against a teacher’s chalkboard as Jewels tumbles backwards.Jon rushes forward in a desperate frenzy to stave off the imminent peril.Julia’s ankle winces as it wrestles against the newly twisted frame of the stepladder.
The distinctive sharp sound of a bone breaking is one not easily forgotten.Jon’s formal football days forever impressed this unique sound into the very marrow of his being.Julia’s body reels backwards.Her hands spread striking the wooden block knife holder sending its contents sailing into the air.With a crack of thunder, her head hits the edge of the marble island countertop followed quickly by the resounding impact of the cold yearning floor.A stream of blood now issues forth onto the white ceramic tile.
Two large carving knives with dark black handles acquire their target as they descend rapidly toward her helplessly prone body.Unconscious and incapable of moving, the knives plunge closer.The twisted ladder shoots sideways along the bottom edge of the cabinetry.The rocketing deformed metal ladder locks Jon’s right knee in place catching him in an extended stride.With a mournful yelp, Jon collides into the corner of the island cabinet.The knives make their final descent.
Jon’s eyes widen in prayerful desperation as the knives plummet toward his lovely bride.Daniel screams!A small utility drawer from the island slowly slides out.The two knives sink deep into the soft maple wood of the drawer a few inches above Julia’s head.A hand releases the handle of the drawer.“Very nicely done Anthony.Not exuberant and just subtle enough to still make them have faith.”Two figures unseen by the Carabons, watch tentatively over the young woman.
“And as for you,” Anthony poises himself and draws the crystalline sword from his side, “You are not welcomed in this home.”The sword beams light like fire caressing the edge of a fireplace log.“Sssss.You havesss no Rightsss” hisses the dark figure.Standing obstinately against Anthony is an ugly creature.No light is seen from within this being.His face is twisted.Pain can be seen in the coal dark eyes sunken into a human shaped skeletal skull.His skin lacks any luster.Void of normal pigmentation, his face is pale as death.In direct contrast to the illuminate sword wielded by Anthony, a dark blade emerges from underneath the black cloak.“So be it!” Anthony stands protectively over Julia’s motionless body.
Jon’s prayer is still coming from his mouth as the massive battle begins.The two blades collide with gladiator force.Two gladiators in heated conflict, return volleys of deafening blows.The dark figure’s next swing is not targeted against his immediate adversary but instead, the massive cruel sword is directed at Julia.Anthony tries to intercept the treacherous blow but fails.“Michael help!”
Anthony’s plea invokes an immediate response from his cohort. The Mighty Warrior radiates the entire room with an instantaneous flash of blinding translucent light.“The Lord of Host rebukes you!”Michael’s diamond handled sword easily deflects the enemy’s attack. In terror, the panic stricken figure shrieks in pain as he is thrown across the room.With venom dripping from his fangs, he fades from the room.Anthony kneels to check on the woman he protected. “Anthony, she’ll be fine.You did what you were meant to do.”Michael skillfully sheaths his sword and places a gentle hand on Anthony’s shoulder.
“Michael how is it that he was able to get past me?”Anthony’s wondering eyes meet with the tender eyes of Michael.“It is because you care so much.It is, as they would say, ‘our weaknesses.’I prefer to say it is our greatest strength.Our Father has placed his love for them in us.At times, when you have battled enough, you too can harness the love of the Father.You fought against your foe but they too have skills and abilities.He broke the rules and I was allowed to intervene.”
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