I Never Knew Raine Fell part 7

I was now a mother with the arms of a child of darkness wrapped around my waist, I could feel the tears coming from her eyes dampening my belly reminding me of the months I had carried her in my womb.  Was this a ploy of the demon?  The police at the door to kill her or take her away. Was the demon hoping the love of a mother for her child would induce protection from me?  Were the tears genuine a child crying out for release from the demon that had imprisoned her soul?

I slowly began to walk with her toward the other side of the living room clearing the door for the police to enter and capture her.  I felt the need to console the child even though she had ripped away everything I held dear I still felt I had to protect her from the world.  A mother’s love for her child was absolute.  Nothing convinced me of this more than the need to console her even in the darkest of moments.

Everything seemed to move in slow motion, the banging on the door and yelling from the police sounded faint and distant as if be called from across a river, the flowing and churning of the water drowning out the noise.  When the door gave way I held the child closer pressing my hands tight against her back.  This seemed to relax her a bit.

BANG!!!

I didn’t feel it at first.  There was no pain no sensation of penetration.  But soon a warm feeling spread across my chest and I could feel it spreading.  I looked down to see the blood begin soaking through my shirt.  Raine looked up into my eyes and a noticeable look of shock flashed through her eyes. I could no longer retain my balance and I began to slump falling to the floor on my side pulling my daughter down next to me. The police in their haste had not alerted the officer to the situation and upon entering they saw the knife on the floor and the child in my arms, they jumped to the conclusion the child was a hostage and shot me.  Typical police to shoot first and ask questions later.

I could not get back up, I felt sluggish and unusually cold, my daughter sat next to me and began to stoke my hair while I looked into those eyes. Eyes that were usually so empty looked almost human, the tears were still visible on her rosy cheeks. A child.  She was a child, yet she was something else.  Things were beginning to dim at this point and the lack of blood to my brain could be the reason for the incoherence of what I am about to tell you but I think what I witnessed was something beyond the realm of supernatural.  As I looked into my child’s eyes and the world was beginning to darken so did her eyes, a shadow of black and a tinge of red rolled over the whites of her eyes and darkened the areas around them, black streaks began to spread themselves across her skin like the crack in the face of a porcelain doll.  A look of anger and rage washed over her features of the likes I and no other had ever seen.  She gently laid my head to the ground and began to rise as the officers began shouting commands at her guns now trained on her.

A terrible wind and chill filled the small family room.  The air began to whirl around her small frame and a maniacal grin stretched from ear to ear in an unholy way.  Her hands raised in the air, the officers stopped, guns dropped to the ground.  It began with a black smoke that rose from the floor.  It had substance to it though.  Form.  The smoke began to claw its way up the legs of the officer who in unison let out a scream so terrifying none present that night would ever forget it.  When the smoke reached their necks hands seemed to form out of it and penetrate their being, in a moment it was apparent what was happening, the smoke began to withdraw from them pulling a long spindly glowing form with it.  The form was human, it let out an inaudible scream as the smoke began to sink again into the floor pulling the glowing forms with it. The last thing I witnessed before the darkness overtook me was the souls of these officers being dragged to hell clawing at the smoke and the floor desperately trying to free themselves their screams unheard by the mortal realm.  My daughter the demon child.  A terror was about to be visited upon this world.  The darkness overtook me.  “It is over”

End part 7

Man in the Wood part 3

We all too often overlook the mysteries of life and the world as a whole.  We cling to the reality we are presented and turn our backs on the greater questions.  I was agnostic, I could not believe in something's existence without scientific proof but I hoped there was a greater force at work in the universe.  I was a person who firmly believed in the reality I experienced.  But I was about to learn that like quantum physics, reality is in two states ever fluctuating and flowing.  A frame of mind is just that.  It can be changed quite easily when presented a new view of reality.

I moved toward the light source and as my eyes adjusted I was able to take in a better sense of my surroundings.  The huge vaulted ceilings disappeared into the darkness, the chamber I found myself in trailed off into shadow on either side.  I could feel the immensity of the room in which I found myself, it was ancient, the must and mildew invaded my senses.  Every nerve in my body screamed for me to turn and go the other way but like a moth to flame I pressed onward.   Slowly the flame grew bigger as I got closer and I could make out that it was a torch held firmly on a blank wall with a candelabra. The flame danced across the stone wall the flames licking the hard surface leaving streaks of soot along the surface.  I felt the irresistible urge to remove the torch from its fastening and hold it above my head.  It was removed with ease and I raised it above my head feeling for a moment like a character in  a video game.

As i raised it above my head torches began to flicker to life all around me.  A large whooshing sound filled the chamber as they all came to life.  After a few moments the full extent of the chamber I was in came into focus and I was able to get a true understanding of the situation I had found myself in.  As the room came into focus the light danced and played across the walls,  there were dozens of alcoves like the one I had emerged from lining the walls.  Some were filled in, others empty like a honeycomb.  I could not tell who or what had placed me there but around each entrance to an alcove there were multiple claw marks.  I looked away at that point not wanting to try and imagine what else might be lurking down here with me.

I took a moment to gather my wits and began to look for an exit to this place.  It was now a big well lit circular chamber the only exits it seemed were the alcoves you would have to shimmy through.  I was not sure I would want to enter into one of those again.  I may not have been claustrophobic but I was not about to tempt my nerves into a challenge, besides when I was in my alcove it was apparent there was stone blocking all directions but the one I had exited from.  there had to be another way out.  I scanned the walls trying to ignore the terrifying claw marks

that seemed to encompass the entire chamber including the floor, i hope whatever the creature was it would not be aware of my escape.  No matter how hard I looked I could find no exit to this chamber, the only hint of an exit was next to the candleabra I had removed the torch from.  There looked to be vague outline that could have been a door but upon closer examination there was no discernable seem in the stone.  “Just an illusion.”  I thought to myself.  

I wasn't sure what to do at this point,  I had looked at every inch of this chamber I had even mustered the courage to shine a light inside the open alcoves but all that was met was darkness extending up to a dead end, it was clear these holes were for storing living creatures.  Not for food I hoped.  I could not fathom that accidentally stumbling on some supernatural forbidden road would earn me a death sentence.  I had to sit down for a moment and collect my thoughts.  I sat with my legs drawn to my chest, I set the torch next to me on the floor and leaned back against the stone wall beneath the candelabra.  I closed my eyes feeling the cool damp stone on the back of my head.  I was glad the chamber wasn’t cold.  It may be damp and musty but at least it wasn’t to hot or cold, that would have seriously hindered my thinking at this point.  There was enough going on here without having to factor in the elements.  I had to get out of there.  There was enough water running down the walls for hydration but without food it would be a slow agonizing death, this is if the clawed creature didn't decide to dine on me first.

I had drifted off in thought and almost didn't hear the slight scuttering that had begun to emanate in the cavernous chamber.  I slowly opened my eyes, fear began to well in my body.  My heart beat increased and my breathing became more ragged.  i set my eyes upon the noise and was instantly on my feet hugging the wall torch in hand.  the clawed creature had finally made its appearance, but from where I could not tell.  It was huge, easily three times my size with several long spindly legs that aided its movement around the chamber.  It had a large thorax but a human looking trunk and head.  It was an amalgamation of horror and beauty.  The human part had long flowing golden hair and pure brown skin that blended into the spider like body perfectly.  She had no top and her sheer breasts swung free in her movement but no nipples decorated them.  It was a strange creature.  I was pressed against the wall hoping she would not notice  me which in hind sight is laughable since I had a torch in hand.

The creature seemed not to notice me as she went about her work, she moved effortlessly from one alcove to the next her long arms slipping into each open hole as if feeling for life.  When she reached mine she paused for a moment feeling for me.  She knew I was gone.  She must have been what put me in that death chamber.  For a full minute after removing her arms she just sat there as if in thought.  Then she turned and looked right at where I was cowering in fear.  I could see her eyes now, a deep black with no discernible detail.  She began to move toward me her arms appeared to be reaching for me.  Slowly as if willing caution she began to approach me. I pushed myself harder against the wall, she was so close now I could see myself reflected in those black eyes.

At the moment I thought she would be upon me and I could retreat nowhere I felt the wall begin to soften against my back and I began to feel as if I were falling slowly through thick molasses.  I opened my eyes just in time to see the spider woman reaching for me before I was swallowed by the stone torch and all.  I kept moving back I wasn't sure what was happening but anything had to be better at this point than facing that terrifying creature I had escaped.  

A moment later I was free. I was again staring at a stone wall as if i were still in the chamber.  But I could feel a breeze gently passing over my skin with a sweet scent of jasmine and lavender.  I slowly turned hoping upon hopes that I was back in the forest.  I wasn’t.  What I now found myself staring at was a far cry from the tomb I had awoken in.  I looked around in wonderment. I was standing on a cliff.  In front of me was an elegantly carved wooden staircase that led to a valley below.  The sun hung low in the sky, night was falling.  The sky was a deep orange with a tinge of blue at the edges. What I now beheld was a sight of pure wonder.  A city spread before my eyes the like no human has ever laid their eyes on before.  It looked like shimmering gold in the setting sun.  I marveled not wanting to wake from this sight that had intruded with delight upon my nightmare.

A voice I heard while staring into the distance.  Familiar.

end part 3

Live, Love, Hate

Live, Love, Hate,

My words, a barrage of bullets to the minds of others. What I say is more powerful than what I do.  I sit with nothing but a keyboard and coffee hoping to influence others who seek truth, wonder and mystery.  I want to love but I only hate.  I hate what I see, I hate what I don't see.  I want the truth to be spoken and the world to awaken and arise.  I want the age of the intellect to begin and the age of violence die.  My hatred is unlike the hatred that seethes in the soul of a racist or bigot, but a hatred for the ignorance that clouds the minds of the masses enthralling us with words to distract and redirect.  My hatred is for those who have used their intellect and power to harm the very people they are responsible to protect.  It is the responsibility of those with intelligence to help those without that strength, not take advantage of them, just as it is the responsibility of those with strength to protect the weak.  Each one of us is given a gift in life and it is important for us to discover that gift and use it for betterment of our species.  But when you use that gift to dominate your fellow man you have taken a precious gift and used it for your own gain not the gain of all.  

When you use your gifts for your own profit you are damaging the whole species for you are denying all of  certain lever of enlightenment that will bring us a step closer to our full potential.  We are a hive mind and with the invention of the internet that hive mind is beginning to realize its full potential, we are now connected in a way the world has never been before.  Voice that otherwise would never have been heard are now rising above the deafening noise of propaganda and getting to the ears of those that need to hear it.  For millennia  the human race had been controlled by a few voice at the top, whether it be clergy or government those have been the only true voices to make it to the masses but now is a new age where even the faintest voice can echo over the entirety of the globe and reach the ears of those most in need.  It is time we all understood the old ways cannot survive and we must embrace a new world, a world of information, a world of intellect, a world of true freedom.

A new world is emerging.  A utopia where voices can no longer  be silenced, where tyranny and violence can no long keep progress at bay.  It seems bleak right now I understand.  Governments and corporation are trying to control everything.  That is what people who fear progress and  loss of power do.  They try to control and manipulate.  They will fail.  The more you try to suppress something the louder it will become until it reaches the consciousnesses of the world.  We are about to enter a golden age of humanity where ideas and information can no longer be controlled manipulated or propagandized, a golden age where truth exposes the lies and deceit of those with everything to lose.  Jesus said the meek will inherit the earth, with the advent of the internet and new technologies the meek are rising and the powerful that have used their strengths and gifts  for their own gain we be met out a justice that is unprecedented in the history of the human race.  This is a new world and we are all lucky to be alive to see the dawn of it.  So rejoice my reader in the dawn of the new age.  The age of reason, the age of knowledge and the hope for a better future.

Gone will be the violence and divide of the masses and in its place will be established a world that pursues knowledge not power, a world where greed is condemned not celebrated. We stand on the precipice.  Do we have the will to step over the edge?

Man in the Wood part 2

I awoke cloaked in darkness so deep it wrapped about me like a wet blanket in the dankest cave.  I took a moment to gain my senses, I found my arms were not bound and my legs were free to move yet when I attempted to stand I found I could not sit up more than a few inches before my head hit cold wet stone.  It knocked my back down upon my back.  It took another moment for me to attempt moving again.  This time I used my hands and legs in an attempt to feel about my surroundings.  I reached to my left and right, both hands were met with stone resistance.  I reached above my head and was met with the same resistance.  My feet however touched no resistance and I found I was able to move by scooting my body.  I couldn’t turn around the prison in which I was confined was too narrow but slowly I was able to work myself along wherever it was I was trapped.

I moved along at an agonizingly slow pace, I met no resistance along the way but I could tell by the pain in my back that I was scraping the tender skin bloody and raw.  The stone I was inching along was anything but smooth.  I found a strength within myself I didn’t know I had and it pushed me to keep moving.  The will to survive is strong in a person when presented with a dire situation.

I moved unending and at one point I thought I would never reach the end.  “How had they even gotten me in here?”  I thought trying to keep my mind working.  At last I could feel a slight drop at the bottom of my feet.  I had reached an opening, I moved quicker trying to get myself free ignoring the scathing pain that had spread all across my back.  Finally I dropped from my prison onto a cool floor.  It was still pitch black and I could see nothing.

“Hello?”  My voice echoed around what I could only guess was a cavernous room.  I strained my ears to hear for any other sound than that of my own heartbeat but was met with only the sound of dripping water that anyone who was familiar with spelunking might hear.  I tried to gather myself.  I had free myself from a confined space but I knew this ordeal was far from over.  The little stump of a man had touched me and all had been dark.  “He brought me here? How?”  I thought.

I began to move forward away as far as I could tell from where I had been stowed away.  I decided it was best to crawl on my hands and knees so there would be less chance of deadly surprises like pitfalls or spikes.  I had to laugh inwardly at this thought, I never thought in this day and age I could be in such a situation I would have to keep aware of traps.  This was the 21^st century and here I was abducted and thrown into a cubby in a cave.  I had heard the about the road of Bimini growing up but it had always been a legend, a story for kids and conspiracy nuts.  Bimini was the first road trod by man, it is said to span the entire surface of the earth and secretly leads to all cities lost in time.  It was a story like the fountain of youth or Atlantis, but yet I guess I had walked upon the road with no knowledge of what I was doing and am now paying the price.  Under any other circumstance I would be ecstatic and would not be able to wait to tell my friends Bimini was real.  But I took a walk in the wood and now I was fighting for my life for traveling on some supernatural forbidden highway. 

I crept along the cold stone floor feeling ahead for any surprises, I could hear the constant drip of the water and in the quiet I began to hear the scamper of rodents and bugs.  I inwardly prayed they would not find me in the darkness, I was deftly afraid of critters of any kind but my will to survive kept me from seeking safety.  I had to find a way out.  Something began to happen, as I looked at the floor all the sudden I began to be able to steadily make out what I was seeing.  I could see the cracks in the stone and my hands in front of me dirty and wet, they looked shriveled and grey from the damp of this place.  I looked up and in the distance a torch was visible, it looked so far away but it illuminated my surrounding just enough that I could see what lie ahead, it was a tall vaulted room with a solid floor with no traps visible,  I stood ignoring the pain in my knees and began to stumble toward the only light source.  Was it freedom, or death?

End part 2

Jack Isgar: I Never Knew Raine Fell part 6

I awoke to the ringing of the phone,  I thought I had unplugged the house phone to keep the incessant questions of reporters at bay.  I would get between fifteen and twenty calls an hour at one point before I couldn't take it any more and ripped the phone right out of the wall.  It took a moment to realize it was my cellphone I had forgotten to turn off when I had collapsed naked in bed.

“Hello?” I said meekly trying to pull myself awake.

“Emily!”  It was the voice of Father Grey, the urgency in his tone was enough to pull me to full attention.

“Yes Father?” I said.

“She’s gone, I don't know how, but the camera flickered for a moment and she was gone!  The hospital is on lockdown.  Be careful she may be coming home.  We have police on the way to your home now.  If she shows up try and stall her until they arrive.

I hung up the phone before anything else could be said.  I jumped out of bed and pulled my clothes on.  If she had truly escaped and made it home it could be a dangerous situation I could not be prepared for.  There is  no way I could handle this monster alone.  

As I moved from my room down the stairs I crept with cat like stealth trying desperately to make as little noise as possible, If she had somehow managed to get back here and into the house I didn't want her to surprise me and have me at a disadvantage.  I made it to the kitchen straining my ears to hear anything that might indicate I was not alone in the house.  I grabbed a knife out of the drawer and moved to the front door to check the locks and windows.  Even armed with a knife I felt terribly exposed and fearful.  How had she gotten out?  What was she?  If Father Grey was right my daughter’s mere existence would upset the spiritual consciousness of the world.  She was making no effort to hide herself or what she was from people now.  Was she just the beginning of more to come?  Was she the first in a wave of demons that would soon be walking the earth?  Would the good be safe from them or would they just go after anyone, like feral animals?

The door was still locked and the windows were intact.  I sighed in relief.  I could now hear the sirens in the distance of the approaching police cars,  I was safe.

I almost didn't hear it.  The noise was barely audible but distinct, the sound  of a blade scraping across metal.  My heartbeat jumped and sweat began to bead on my forehead as tears of fear began to well in my eyes.  She was here.  Behind me.  I closed my eyes, i didn't want to turn around.  I knew she was there. What to do?  Protection was still minutes away and she was here now.  I was dead. I could feel it in my heart, that sinking feeling you get when hope is lost and you have no control over what's about to happen next.  My daughter the demon was here, a blade in hand standing behind me.

I stood frozen at the front door. I could hear the sound of her feet approaching me, the almost inaudible sound a child can only make when moving across a carpeted floor.  She was moving toward me, I could not run, I could only turn and face my daughter.  It was a jarring sight, her 4’9 frame was swaying slightly back and forth in her demonic stance,  it was as if she were a zombie from a movie.  There, but not there.  her arms were relaxed at her side, the blade she had used to kill the pedophile in the basement held firmly in her left hand ready to strike.  her eyes were a bloodshot red, puffy with stress and lack of sleep.  Although the demon was in control the stresses on the human body of this child were all too evident.  She wasn’t looking at me.  She was focused on the ground.  She didn’t speak just stood there, my fear was all too great.  I didn't know what to do.  The knife dropped from her hand with a silent thud on the floor and before I knew what was happening she threw her arms around me and began to cry.  A child seeking comfort in her mother.  Instinctively I put my arms around this evil child.  What was I to do.  The sirens were outside the door now, armed men approaching.  What was I to do?

End part 6

The New Slavery

Slavery is alive and well in America, and we are the victims.

We are the unheard, the meek, the ones whose voices cannot reach the deafening decibels of the rich and powerful.  We wallow at their feet picking up the scraps they may choose to throw us.  We like to believe this is not the case but we are lying to ourselves.  We slave away barely able to support our families while the wealth gap grows ever wider.  We are constantly bombarded with propaganda of how we are the greatest nation on the face of the earth and the freedom we enjoy here is second to none.  But this is not true, we have more people in prison per capita than any nation on this planet.  Our obsession with politically correct behavior had erected a prison around the very idea of freedom of speech.  We are working hard to keep ourselves locked in a prison where the rich and powerful hold the keys.

We should celebrate the things that make us different in this nation, we should celebrate the hate, the love, the politically incorrect and the uncomfortable for this how a people and society truly advance, its not about trying not to offend any particular person or people but to be able to speak freely no matter who might be offended. By not forcing someone to hide their true feeling and thought we can truly analyze the health of a nation.

We are not looking for mere tolerance my friends but eventual acceptance of all diversity, opinions and peoples.  Acceptance is a good start but it can breed animosity, we must try and work to teach our children that all people are different, with their own opinions and philosophy's and moralities.    We have recreated the aristocracy and caste systems in America and whats worse we as a people have become content with it.  That is not the hallmark of a free society but the actions of a prison society under totalitarian rule.  If we want to change the upper echelon and re-stabilize society we must fix the base, the base is what creates the monsters and gives them the ability to stay in power.  Our violence and ignorance, our acceptance and obedience gives them reason to convince us of their necessity.

This society is not ruled by democratic law.  It is ruled by corporate law and corporate money, it is the responsibility of an advance people to root out corruption and free themselves.  But remember one thing, violence only promotes violence.  When violence is used to change a society the ones who win are most often more cruel and violent than those they replace.  It is important to use logic and thought to win back our freedom, we should not rely on greed and violence to change our society for that only creates more of the same.  If we can change society through peaceful mean and learn to recognize those hungry for power and money and prevent them from attaining those positions then we will truly be able to advance as a society.

Book "Solomon's Game" on Amazon

Dear Avid readers, here is a link to the book I wrote on Amazon.  It is my first attempt at writing. I hope you enjoy the story.  Right now I am working on another book that I will be releasing some chapter for.  So if your a follower to my blog I will make the chapter available for your reading pleasure.

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Solomon's Game by Jack Isgar