(I don't remember when I wrote this...but seems I am releasing my storybooks for free for a reason. Seems I am not a paid writer if I receive a government check to do so.)
"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 siezed 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."