by Caleb Smith
Noah thought the instructional books had been the introduction. Enoch had read Noah’s thoughts and answered the question before asked.
“The introduction books were nothing more than a tool to test your innate abilities. You showed us what we were looking for. The real work has only just begun. We will teach you how to hunt and trap. It will be a vital tool in your defensive arsenal.”
Noah quickly crawled out of his stupor. “When do we start?”
“We started when you opened that book.” Elijah answered.
“What do we do now? My room is a mess, and my mom is due home.”
Elijah snapped his fingers then, restoring everything to its original state. “Your mother will come home and take a long, gorgeous nap; it will be the best she has ever experienced. When she wakes, you will be back to welcome her.” Elijah’s hypnotic and soothing words made Noah a bit sleepy.
“Well, OK, if you’re sure?”
“We have already seen to it, dear boy” Enoch answered. “Here is your jacket.” The great angel handed it to Noah with his large forefinger and thumb. Noah put it on, not knowing what to expect next. The twins could sense his hesitancy and asked him to take their hands. As soon as he did, he felt as if he were in a speeding elevator ride straight up through the roof of his house and into the night air. He could feel the moonlight and stars on his back as he peered down on his shrinking community. The city lights were illuminated, and the whole town came into view. He was like a rocket soaring above, and as he clutched the hands of Elijah and Enoch, he became the center bracket connecting the two mighty twins who were taking him to unknown places. He didn’t know where he was going, but he trusted those who were giving him the transportation. Suddenly he was hitting the outer ozone layer breaking into space, and a blinding light surrounded the trio. Noah had to shut his eyes, and when he next opened them, he found himself standing comfortably still, staring at a scene that couldn’t be conjured by his wildest imagination.
“Welcome to the halls of the eternal Akashic Records,” Elijah said. Noah was flabbergasted, trying to absorb it all. “This is what we call ‘The Great Book of Life.’ Within these records lies every thought and action from the depths of history, to the exact second of time. The records consist of every life created: insects, plants, fish, reptiles, birds, mammals, humans, and creatures not yet known by carnal eyes. All has been recorded and stored within tablets, filed in alphabetical celestial order.”
Noah was wide-eyed, and the first thing that captured his attention was the circling tornado of energies spiraling up through the floor in the center of the great hall. The energy was coned-shaped and alive with sparkling color and emitting faint whispers and sounds. It was also spinning slowly around the surface of the floor like a whirlpool, its circumference resembling a lake. The twister circled and churned at floor-level, as colored, tensile energy strands streamed their way into awaiting tablets. The tablets were lined around the churning pool in a massive horseshoe; the shelving that aligned the magnificent array was invisible.
“As you can see, young boy, the great pool of all consciousness collects from down below and arrives here. It is put away and stored accordingly and filed for us to find when needed.”
Noah noticed hundreds of hooded angelic beings working with the files, placing and removing tablets up and down the great horseshoe like worker bees. They floated and flew about, coming and going in this great hive.
“Who are they?” Noah pointed.
“They are the Lords of the Records,” Enoch answered. “They work closely with record placement and the few who are able to access this great collective consciousness. They also wrangle and collect the bad from the tablets of light that slip through the secure cracks and make it in here. Each new tablet from a lifetime is examined and placed by the lords. Whatever is impure is collected and cast into the secured holding tanks until later judgment. The Creator must look at it more closely before it is saved or extinguished.”
“So, there are some bad energies that make it here?” Noah asked.
“Yes, there are. We must stand aware of this and act accordingly, as no bee wants or keeps soured honey in its hive,” Elijah explained.
“Will you put the book that I found into the holding tanks that you speak of?”
“Yes, and we will show you where.”
The twins once again took his hands and lifted him away from the great, swirling pool. They arrived at a huge standing desk – one that exemplified divine creation. The desk must have stood thirty feet high, and at the top perch stood a lord with a white hood covering his face. In front of him were pillared halls far and wide, sectioned off in squares. Each square held a pink tank illuminated by light, as well as locked books violently shaking about.
There were also lords working around the boxes, busy filing away the bad into holding tanks until further action was possible. The pink light, upon closer inspection, appeared to be a liquid fire wall that melted whatever impure energy touched it. The tinsel streams of malicious energies floated and moved above the convulsing locked books on the floor. These books were not emanating light as the tablets that were stored in perfect array at the ever-growing horseshoe. These books looked exactly like the one that Noah had found, leather-bound and locked securely by a special metal holding bracket. They did not look celestial.
Enoch placed his finger and thumb gently on the back of Noah’s shoulders. He walked the boy down the center aisle of the pink boxes, explaining how the tarnished tablets were reconciled. These books, Noah learned, held the tainted stories of human spirits who had crossed paths with demonic darkness. Demons and creatures of hell tarnished these stories and had to be dealt with to cleanse the individual’s lifetime tale. The holding tanks provided a safe place for these stories until all darkness was extracted, judged, and contended with by the higher power. Once the tablet was clean, it would take a new celestial form and then be filed away at the main Hall of Records, allowing it to be opened for safe review.
Once Noah understood the importance of this operation, he felt even more rotten inside for the decision he had made to open the book he had found on the library roof. Elijah, walking slightly behind and knowing what the boy was thinking, set the young mind at ease.
“It’s OK. Do not fret. What’s done is done, and now you have learned a lot from it. Accept your actions and learn from the experience.”
“Here we are,” Enoch rumbled with his deep voice, shaking the halls. He moved his hand away from Noah’s shoulders and urged the youngster to stay back. He stepped through the thick wall of pink liquid substance un-phased, and when he arrived within the tank, the evil, free-floating energies dispersed to high ends and corners, like bait fish darting away from the collecting net. There were only two locked books on the floor of the box, and the powerful angel reached into his deep robe pocket and pulled out the story held within. He gently placed the tarnished text on the floor next to the others, and then turned and walked back through the protective wall where Noah and Elijah stood.
“How are you able to walk through there?” Noah asked in amazement.
“My being is pure, therefore my makeup correlates perfectly with the liquid fire of the heavens…this substance that you see.”
Noah was momentarily speechless.
“So, what are your main duties here?” the boy asked
“We oversee and handle it all – the lords and records. We are the assigned twin angels that head the Akashic Records. We are members of the Arch Angel Council, headed by Michael, leader of heaven’s army. Michael communicates mostly with the Father of all creation, known here simply as our Father.”
Noah’s wide eyes explained the grasp of his understanding. “Oh, I see.” And after a few moments of silence, he asked, “Where do we go from here?”
“We feel you have seen enough for one day, dear boy. This experience will never be lost, and you must build off such experiences. You have a long, hard road ahead, but you are of the utmost importance to
humanity and the physical plane. I can’t stress enough how important it is to keep this experience to yourself, though.”
Though the words made him nervous initially, there was comfort and excitement in them as well. He was destined to change the world! The only thing was, he had no idea how.
“What will you have me do now?” He asked, searching for further understanding.
Elijah laughed deeply. “Well, now you must help us retrieve the evil you let escape. But not before a long nap.” The angel reached out gingerly with his giant pointer finger and grazed the boy’s forehead.
When Noah regained consciousness, his eyes opened to the sunlight poking through cracks in his drawn venetian blinds. He sprung out of bed and scuttled to the kitchen where his mother was standing over the stove. She looked at him and said, “Good morning, sleepyhead; I’m making some eggs and bacon for breakfast. I hope you’re hungry.”
He had an appetite, but his hunger craved something other than food. Without thinking too much about it, he accepted her offer, plopping his fanny down at the chair by the table, and poured himself some orange juice.
Chapter 28
The squealing howls of evil were released from the sharp-toothed jowls of the demons. They were once again free, roaming through the night air. Having been trapped in a prison for ages, the manifested energies of these evil creatures were now loose in this small, decrepit, factory town. Wandering wildly through the moonlight, they were elated to have escaped the clutches of the mighty twins’ lock and key. Three demon soldiers and two Nephilim had managed to get out of the book and through the window of the boy’s room before the twins arrived.
Until now, the demons had been locked in a woman’s story when her life had ended, a horrific scene as her dying breaths had been emitted in terror until her guardians had come to lift her soul to a heavenly dimension. Though she herself had not been evil, her life had been tainted by evil spirits through no fault of her own. As unfortunate as the situation was, her record would have to be kept under lock and key until all the impurities were extracted from it, and this process would take place in great halls of the Akashic Records.
Yet, hell’s army of minions had grasped the book at the right time, just as planned. They had planned to release its demonic contents on the physical plane, but then, two Powers Angel’s stifled the action, essentially slicing the head off the blackened creature before he could let the book loose. Still, the angels had missed the book and it initially had fallen unseen into the physical world, landing on a library roof in a small town in North America. That is where it sat until Noah Thomas had come along.
Hell’s soldiers and the two Nephilim went separate routes after freeing themselves from the boy’s bedroom window. While the three soldiers ventured out toward the city to find any vulnerable bodies to invade and possess, the two Nephilim went to the woods trying to stay out of sight; a safer option. They all knew forces of light would be on the hunt. They knew they had to find a suitable host and a better disguise in the form of possessed victims whom they could control and use as a vehicle to wreak havoc. This was their only objective.
It was late, and most of the townspeople were in bed, but a few homeless inhabited the parks and alleyways of the declining town. Three homeless people now sat in the night air. It had been a little over a year since most had lost their factory jobs, and they had taken to the bottle and any drug that would work to help ease their thoughts. They were perfect candidates for a night of terror.
The three unfortunate men handed a whiskey bottle among themselves and were doped up on opiates injected through a grimy needle. The demon entities approached stealthily. Winding and whirling in, they arrived at the scene, making faint growling rasps to an intuitive human ear.
In one motion, they circled the heads of their intended victims and entered the bodies by mouth, nose, and ears, while the victims convulsed and shook. The three minion soldiers now controlled the physical movement of their victims’ bodies. All three “hosts” jumped to their feet in a contorted manner, limbs moving unnaturally. Their eyes blackened and their faces immediately aged with malformed expression. Once the demonic forces were settled in, they smiled. Their new-found suits were now in business and ready to terrorize. The first action items were to find weapons.
The two Nephilim, meanwhile, walked through woods aimlessly. They had been two brothers of the Watchers, angels sent to earth to teach humans the importance of spiritual and earthly survival. But the Angels sent had long ago broken the cardinal rule given to them by their Creator. They had fallen victim to earthly pleasure and cohabited with the humans, a decision that resulted in grotesque creatures fourteen to sixteen feet tall beings with bald heads, pointed ears, and beady, yellow eyes. Their skin tone was odd, as their makeup had been a mistake. With their sharp claws, they ripped and tore their way out of the womb, killing their birthing vessels instantly. Their food was human flesh and organs, and these Nephilim creatures cannibalized the entire colony in which they were born. The Watchers could not control them, and these creatures morphed into wild beasts. The Arch Angel Council was sickened and outraged by these acts, eventually petitioning the Creator to cleanse and wash the problem so that no more humans would have to suffer in this disaster.
Two of the seven mighty Arch Angels had flown to earth’s surface and had restrained and bound these errant Watchers and their monstrous offspring. The punished members were dragged to the darkest sector of hell where special cells and holding places were formed to bind and house these creatures in pitch black until their day of judgment. It had been century upon century, generation after generation, and still these beings waited in darkness. Just recently the two Nephilim brothers energies had been trapped in the unfortunate woman’s story tablet until it could be extinguished in the great Akashic Records.
After leaving Noah’s bedroom, the Nephilim had run for cover, hiding until they could form a plan. They knew they would need a physical body to survive soundly in their new surroundings. They searched frantically for a persistent spiritual craving – any physical form that could house their bloodthirsty appetites. They held the strength of many men, and so their new-found forms would have to be similar in this regard.
The night was dark and the moon was full as they rushed through the pine trees and thickets, phantoms in search of a new token body form. Grunts and growls and deep roars were heard off in the distance, as their raw paths led them deeper into the evergreens. Unseen, they held the power to move physical things, and branches and bushes moved and shook in their progressive wake.
Then two large, mating black bears appeared in the distance, their sounds permeating the air – and the Nephilim saw eleven hundred pounds of animal in action. They waited no longer, and drifted toward their prospective new bodies. They entered the beings through mouth and nose cavities. The bears rolled on the ground until darkness overtook them and they entered a demonic trance. Their bodies twisted and moved until possession took hold completely, like a heavy anchor clutching a shallow lake bed in control of the movement of its vessel.
Soon after, the two creatures peered at each other, black eye to black eye, knowing they now each had the shelter of a powerful beast. They were not in a rush to cause chaos in the physical world, their minds were temporarily unstable, but they held a thirst for human blood.
It was just a matter of time before they would be unable to fend off their hunger and they would need to feast. They stood on their two feet, facing each other, roaring loudly in demonstration of strength and power. The possession gave them even more vitality and these bears became further robust and keenly aware of everything that surrounded them.
What would come next could only be controlled by instinct, as mindless action now ruled over their naturally weaponized bodies.
Chapter 29
Evelyn Deshane Thomas had been the daughter of a mill worker and his wife who raised three girls while tending the small house. She had fond memories of her youth, even though her famil
y had struggled. Her older sisters had helped raise her – she had been the baby of the bunch.
Growing up, the family property had been vast. She had had a great old barn with a couple of horses: Penny and Gracie. There were large fields for her to ride upon, and she had run the horses as needed.
Tom from next door had a twenty-acre farm with all the animals and vegetables you could ask for. He brought his tractor over twice a season, once during mid-summer and once at its end, just as the nights started turning cold again. He would cut and bail for the Deshane family in return for a couple weeks of help during the vegetable harvest. It was an arrangement that worked out well for both parties, certainly so for the Deshanes since Tom would supply them with an abundance of fresh vegetables.
Tom knew Arthur Deshane worked his tail off for his family at a steel mill, day in and out. Twelve hour shifts, six, sometimes seven, days a week when called upon. He also admired Arthur’s know-how when it came to mechanics and fixing machinery. There were many times that Arthur had helped Tom repair his tractors and other farming machinery, and Arthur was always happy to help. Friendship between the two had grown over the years, despite Arthur’s thirst for alcohol – a vice Arthur believed spiced up the country lifestyle on the rolling, golden fields of Kansas.
Evelyn, meanwhile, regarded her youth as magical and priceless time spent with her horses and older sisters. The girls were all close, and Evelyn had grown to depend on her siblings. When her oldest sister, Mary, left the coop in search of her own life, it had broken Evelyn’s heart. It took time to accept her sister’s absence, and just when she had, her sister, Martha, had fallen in love and was married at eighteen. This left sixteen-year-old Evelyn alone with her aging parents.
Not quite sure where her life was heading, Evelyn found a full-time job at the local coffee shop upon high school graduation, attempting to start a life of her own. It wasn’t long before Martin Thomas walked into her little shop and swept her off her feet. She had never spoken to him prior to the day he breezed in and shot her a smile that made her knees quiver. He was a few years older than she, and she thought he was incredibly handsome. Tall with broad shoulders, he had a perfect build and impeccable hair to match.