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Chapter Thirty-Three

The Last Mission

Late summer in the tree filled town of Baraboo stayed beautiful and green with splashes of color and perfume from flowers that seemed to be everywhere. Even the beauty of the day could not lift Murphy’s heavy spirit. His friends stood near-by as they watched the crowd of people leave the cemetery. So many people. The number of them even surprised Murphy who never realized Myrna had known so many people.

He nodded brief acknowledgements as many came by to offer their sympathy. He wanted desperately to be alone or just with his friends. Even Abdul, now dressed in an American suit with a short haircut was welcome.

After the last had left, he threw a bouquet of gardenias on her grave and headed toward the road leading out with his friends following.

“We have a last mission. Did I tell you? With her dying words she told me we have one more job to do. She also said we are very close to the time of the ‘catching away.’ We must hurry.”  

He reached into his inside suit jacket pocket and pulled out the floppy disks he had retrieved from the safety deposit box and handed them to Syd. “She said you must put this on all your websites. It is all the information Paul wrote down before he was murdered. Some of it is very technical, but people who know of such things will understand. It is important it is given to the public and not left in the hands of a privileged few.”

Syd nodded his understanding. “I’ll get it done as soon as we get to a computer. I have a laptop in the motel room. We can do it now.”

“She also wants us to contact that lady we met at the UFO Festival and have her write our story and put it on her website as well as yours, Syd. Not everyone will believe it.”

“It will be believed by those who are looking for answers. There are still a few seeking the real truth and not content with any theory that sounds good.” Abdul announced.

Jeremiah nodded his agreement. “She was right. We must hurry. After we are taken in the real rapture, those left behind will be seeking answers.”

XXX

Once the story was told and the information on Paul’s disks was on the Internet, an almost audible buzz of rage could be heard from the ranks of evil. How had their prey slipped past them? It was impossible unless…unless they were being hidden by the Most High Himself. Osiris, Anubis, Lucifer and other high-ranking dark angels roared in rage. Those in lower ranks trembled knowing they would be the ones to pay for this failure.

XXX

The scientist in his laboratory trembled with excitement. He knew he had just stumbled on the greatest discovery of all time. Using Bell’s Theorem he had made contact with something…something far, now made near.  “Who are you?”

The voice thundered. “I AM THAT I AM!

XXX

The age of grace was finished.

The angel raised the golden trumpet to his lips and blasted a note that could be heard all over heaven and earth. Those who had been expecting Him heard,

“Come up hither.”

And every knee shall bow,

Of those above the earth,

And those on the earth,

And those under the earth

Ancient evil must die!

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