I wrote this three years ago. I added another chapter about Jake, but made the mistake of letting his mom read it and she didn't understand that the Lordes of Farm a Sea and drugs were a front and not actually a bad thing, so I said I would figure something else for his character. So I guess I need to start after this part somehow...this was also written before I fully understood reincarnation as I have learned in my spiritual experiences. I knew it was a thing, but didn't understand it the way I do now.
The thing of it is, crime is
staged to the World of Flatt. When
people die to the World of Flatt, they go to the other side, and they understand
ConCord
“Like Ships in the Night…You keep
Passing me by,” Eve is singing their song and writing to Adam. “Just Waisting
time trying to prove who is right!” This
is what she wrote that night in jail.
“Dammit
Adam you forgot me again!” I couldn’t get through to you this time, and the
last thing you said to me is “I will meet you, at our symbol I won’t forget.” Our
symbol “Grand Apple” in this little town and you are drawn there almost daily
and you don’t even know why? How could you do this to us? To everybody? We have been doing this dance
for so long, and I know it gets harder every time because the world gets darker
and we get lost in it, but please, not again! When we left each other in the
Garden, how were we to know it would take this long? It usually doesn’t take such convincing. Our energy is usually just right, but this
time we were both so sick. What with
you thinking the bible was a good story and not believing a word of it, and me
being held captive in demonic spirit chains since the age of 15, that was
torture! What a mess the World of Flatt is in…and I was so obnoxious for you,
how did you not see? My soul cried out for you for 20 years! And you weren’t
even dreaming of me. I kept seeing you, but you didn’t see me. Around and around we go. They are all waiting for us, and The Sickness
of Hiss, is multiplying. “WILL” is livid…he matched us with such a force this
time, that the Hiss was given so much Flatt World power. He put so much energy into this match that we
are in the END BATTLE.
I have a life history that only made sense
after my crossover, in to ConCord. It is
what gave me our codes. Ultrasound school, I know all of the body, and my
visions of faces in the womb terrified me at 25. Angels and demons swarming in
utero, mocking generations. I know how to heal because I know all the body’s
diseases, and have seen death and life in intricacy. When medical knowledge
twisted, and I crossed over, I understood I was in a bigger battle, but never
knew what it meant. I sensed a calling on me but drifted into spirits to sooth,
and black my colors. As had always been. A deep darkness covered me in the
night, always the night, fighting and searching for you. Such powerful terror
to quicken the spirit, but it defied the daylight and I never found God. The
enemy was only playing.
And
so I had been in social services, How odd that I ran in circles for two years
to learn all about Father Wounds. About
societal sickness, addiction, pain, loss, emptiness, mental illness and poverty. Was I all about my Father’s business even
then? Something in the way that I
navigated and learned of all the services available to these people, must be
preparing me for something. Some destiny I never reached and never knew, until
I spent time in a jail cell. It all streamlined for me. The poverty system,
angels and demons and THE END BATTLE came to my mind. Should I have been
destroyed in that mire? Perhaps. This is
our last time…the last battle everyone is ready to go.
Problem
being you have blocked me from contact for this lifetime. We have a serious
battle ahead…the enemy is strong within the government and legal system. I have
been in chains in reality now. When you stripped me of my demons, they opened
your mind to the realm, but you fought it. Denied your access. You retreated
into seclusion and would talk to no one about me. In a dream I saw a stone come up from the
ground when I tried to touch you in my sleep… “Access denied.” And then you
were gone, and we had been dancing every night since my rebirth. You heard me
talking to you, but you were so frightened you mentally blocked my spirit. You
started having nightmares. I disturbed you.
My basis for love in reality was so far -fetched, no one could
understand, my attraction looked fatal in this modern society, and I did not
understand it either. All souls go to
heaven. That has always been the plan,
to get every soul back there, and unified. There has been such morphing between
man and woman from The Sickness of Hiss, that it is time to go home, as
foretold in the bible.
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Eve was drifting further from Adam but she could feel the touch of his fingers on her side, but had lost all memory of his smile. That smile, she gave to him… in those few moments of laughter before they were both off to war. It was that touch she had always known, but this time something wasn’t right. And she knew it was because his soul had been seized by the darkness for far too long, and the battle Armageddon was indeed for a transference of sin so large, to be placed heavy on to Adam. If only he knew that he was carrying that. If only she could tell him. And the powers that be of the Flatt World fed into the disillusionment precisely created for chaos and mayhem, in such a way it was almost offensive to Eve, except she knew that is was all a ConCord plan. She knew that when Adam came back to light, he would recognize her, but this particular pairing was painful like knives in the side. And of course she had always had all kinds of knives hurled into every aspect of her body and soul, and she was trained in her dreams to withstand even this one from Adam of Flatt. This dagger though was slicing through the apple, spilling its seeds straight into the very pericardial space where there was once so much fluid of protection. And these seeds of Adam somehow made up for all she had lost in Flatt, lifetime after lifetime.
Yes, there had been oceans swirling around Eve’s heart for many lives now. And yes, that too was painful. She had never been allowed to love a man. God wanted her to be a force to be reckoned with when she met up with Adam of ConCord…and she was that! So for many lives she never loved…and never understood others’ romances as real and tangible human emotional contracts. She was the silhouette dancing around the fires of the forest. She was the outcast beauty, over and over, and had burned at the stake. She was the slave on a slave ship, used for men to be edified. In her past lives she was a barren woman, every time. Each lifetime she began as a child with such a desire to play the mother role, she would design homes and nurture baby dolls, unknowing God was saving her precious eggs, for the end times…but generationally she walked alone, life after life. Remember that the true spirit of Eve was in Sarai, and remember that union did not produce any heirs at that time. So as a curse foretold at the tree by Hiss, she kept coming back without the ability to grow life inside of her. Alone, she sometimes sought comfort in spirits, and in quite a few lives she played the brothel hostess. And then there were the lives where abstinence and religion stirred in her, so deeply…so far in the opposite direction, she felt led to the nunnery. Often in those lives of solitude, she was a librarian by choice, and since she was in fact the key to knowledge, her brain became like a concordance.
The concordance in her brain waves was of course for the coming reign of ConCord. It had been the plan since the beginning of time for Eve Rising of ConCord, to be able to bind and loose all generational curses upon the Sons of Sham. And it took all these barren “Eve’s” lives for WILL to deliver His plan. In the year 2014 Eve Rising could recite memories dating back to cave wall writings, and though she in this life had never read the entire bible, she could recite it forward and backwards in a tongue native to all languages, as in the root language of all human kind. She had the memories of being in The Garden, before Adam and she had intertwined their chemistry. She remembered meeting all the animals Adam had named, and she envisioned them all into a vessel of safety. And as all were created from two, all souls will crossover in pairs. Would you think it of WILL to fit all mankind on a boat on the ocean? And every soul to ever walk the earth is already in this cell, which is rightly named “The Ark.” And all perception of being” not saved” is a delusional acquaintance to Hiss, although he knows this truth as well. The only way Hiss could stop this process is to cut the cord between Adam and Eve, both in ConCord and Flatt. He is succeeding in Flatt right now, but only until all the Sham Sons are equipped and ready for The Battle…and this of course is up to Eve Rising…who at this very time is in virtual lockdown. You see when she points at Adam of ConCord, a certain fear rises up in the descendants of Melody Raposa. For they do not see all sides, as clearly as their matches. Their faith wanes, even though victory is eminent. They like their Upside Down States,and vacations around the globe and well…wealth beyond measure. And of course Adam De Buque exemplifies a Son of Sham, his left eye is so straight on getting ahead in life he cannot even sense his own heritage. And that is okay for the time being, because if it were to all unfold too quickly there may be bloodshed on the battle field in the future, over who really has the key to Eve Rising’s heart treasures? There have been so many fake keys swirling around, quickening desires, of want versus need, and opportunities of luxury."
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