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by Julie Achterhoff


  “You are a very special boy, Noah, but you have some very hard work to do in this lifetime, so whenever you need me just think of me and there I will be. For now you will mostly just see me in your dreams, but later you will have teachers who will help you learn how to use your gifts and you will see me whenever you wish.”

  Noah didn’t say anything, he just nodded his head in understanding. He felt like his brain got bigger when Jackson was with him. He understood a lot of things most people didn’t know about, let alone a six year old. Now he felt older than six. Time was suspended in this special garden. Noah laughed and played with Jackson for an unknown amount of time. Jackson let him play by the creek side and showed him how he could go anywhere he wanted to just by thinking it in his head. Finally Jackson told him he had to go, but there was one more thing he had to tell him first.

  “Very soon you will have to be a very brave boy, Noah. Can you do that for me?”

  Noah nodded.

  “Your life is going to seem very hard and you might need to cry, but that’s okay. You are going to have to live with a lot of other little boys and girls who might try to hurt you. I want you to know that nobody can hurt you on the inside, in your heart. They can never even touch that part of you. Do you understand?”

  The boy nodded slowly. Then he shook his head ‘no’, and threw himself into Jackson’s arms as he was kneeling down to Noah’s level. Jackson held him and he fell asleep. When he woke up he was in his own backyard where his mother was calling out to him to get his little ass in the house. She was drunk already. Noah wondered how his life could be harder than it was now. His mom and dad didn’t care about him and they hurt him and most of the time he wished they would just go away.

  The next day while Noah was at school his parents’ car drove off an embankment before an overpass, flipped three times, and landed on its roof, smashing in their heads, killing them instantly. They were both drunk. There were no living relatives to take Noah and his parents were deep in debt, so they placed him in a group home for orphans. It was a rough life there. Most of the kids had been put there by child welfare agencies that took the kids away from drug addicts and mothers who were in prison. Noah’s only friend was Sister Ruth, a nun who was the only person there who seemed to understand a sensitive child like him. And true to his word, Jackson made regular nighttime visits. Rarely was a child adopted or even placed with foster parents, but Noah was sent home with a couple, the Bermans, when he was nine. They had four other foster children who were older than Noah. These were street children who had turned into themselves and projected fear and loathing to the outside world. They used Noah up in every way, but still Jackson came in the night and brought him comfort. Once when he felt open with one of the others he told him about Jackson. From then on he was not only teased and harassed and abused, he was called crazy. The others mocked him and taunted him until he thought he would break. He could hardly see Jackson anymore because of the constant nightmares. His life was bleak. He started wetting the bed at night. There was no joy to be found. He wanted so much to go back to his garden and be with Jackson.

  At age fourteen he tried to kill himself by taking pills from the medicine cabinet. He saw heaven that night. His heart stopped for three minutes and Jackson was there for him. He told Noah the Creator had great work for him to do and this was just a short time in his life. Noah walked with Jackson through a glowing golden meadow that was as tranquil as it was beautiful. Noah felt his heart grow bigger and saw his future on Earth. He saw the Earth was dying. He saw it as a flower that’s been cut and looks very beautiful, but you know it’s on its way to death, soon to be covered in slime and fading away more and more each day. He saw he had a part to play as the Earth was in its death throes. Jackson left the choice to him. Noah chose to start his heart to beating, but in a new rhythm now.

  Noah began writing poetry and reading books on nature and the supernatural. He now knew there was more to this world than anyone here could see or even imagine. He tried to put words to what was in his heart through his poetry. The older kids started leaving as they grew old enough. After his suicide attempt they seemed quieted by some inner knowing and left him alone. He was the last one left, and on his eighteenth birthday drove away from that place forever in an old car he paid for from working after school. He never saw any of them again. But he always had Jackson.

  Of course, to the people in the audience in front of him now he was many things. To some he was a great and powerful being, to others a circus sideshow freak, and everything in between. He finished his normal presentation and went on with the new variation.

  “As most of you know who have come here tonight, this is going to be a little bit different from gatherings I’ve come before in the past. Tonight I need your loved ones’ help. My colleagues and I are working on a project about natural and unnatural disasters, such as floods like the one you people experienced last year. We want to find out the frame of mind the non-survivors were in at the time of their passing.”

  The audience appeared to be listening intently. There were some whispers going through the crowd at times though. Noah asked that anyone who didn’t have a relative who died in the flood or from a natural disaster to please not participate. There was a collective low groan. About a dozen of the standing shuffled their way out of the room. The rest watched star-struck as Noah went into trance and it was Jackson’s turn to speak.

  “Hello to you all. Each of you is here for their own important edification. All of you are exactly who needs to be here in this place at this time. I’m getting the name Jack over in this area.” He pointed to his left. Shauna stood with a microphone and headed that way. They wanted to pick up everyone’s voice, as well as Jackson’s, on the tape.

  “Anyone in this area know someone named Jack or perhaps Jake?” he asked. “He says he has a brother here and he died when he was very young.”

  A young man wearing a varsity jacket stood up and said he had a brother named Jake who died in the flood. Shauna ran over and handed him the mic.

  “He speaks of a woman whose name starts with a ‘P.’”

  The young man said their mother’s name was Patty.

  “Does she have a clip or hair fastener with a butterfly on it that she wears?”

  “Yes! She has a hair clip that has a butterfly design on it. She always wears it,” he said.

  “And another, older man is here. He’s a much older gentleman. He is like a father or even grandfather. His name is Amos.”

  “That my grandpa.”

  “Well they are together here and your brother wants to tell you it wasn’t your fault what happened. Do you understand?”

  Tears emerged from the boy’s eyes. He nodded and swept at his eyes. “I was at work when the flood carried him away. I tried to drive back home to get Jake, but there was too much water. I tried to cross the water on foot, but I got carried away with it and held on to a tree for two hours before rescue workers came and saved me.”

  “He says there’s nothing you could do. By that time he was already gone. Now I am going to ask him some questions of my own. I am asking him how old he was. He says he was 17. Now I am asking him if he had any thoughts of ending his life. He says no. He was very happy. I am asking him how he felt about the Earth. He says that he felt it was a mess. He says ‘I thought something should happen to make it like it used to be, pure and clean.’ He especially felt badly about the clear cutting of trees and the off-shore oil rigs.”

  Shauna took back the mic and the boy sat back down.

  “Now we shall proceed to the next person,” said Jackson. He looked over the crowd. “I feel something over here by these two ladies. Do either of you have someone close to you named Rose?”

  They looked at each other quizzically. They both had the same reddish brown hair.

  “Someone you used to play with, but you also teased about the way she spoke, with a lisp or some problem with her mouth.” Neither woman seemed to know what he was talking about
. Two rows behind them a woman stood up and said she thought this person was here for her. She had shoulder length blonde hair and was on the plump side. Shauna handed her the mic. She clutched it tightly and brought it up to her lips.

  “I had a friend named Rosemary,” she said, “but we called her Rose. She had braces and I used to tease her about the way they made her sound. That was years ago. I haven’t seen her in a long time.”

  “She says she always thought of you after you moved away. You were the best friend she ever had.” The woman closed her eyes and looked as if she would cry.

  “Rosemary says she missed you so much after you left there was nobody left to take your place. But she is truly happy now where she is and she will be there for you when you pass over.

  Now I will ask her if she died in the flood. She says yes. She knew we were coming, and that you were going to attend, so she made herself available to help us. She says she is a very old soul. She has lived in many different times and places. She also says that it is the governments that keep us from doing what is necessary to keep the Earth healthy and alive. Most people want to take care of the Earth and care very much about it since the collective consciousness has been raised about its plight. But the people alone can’t do enough on their own to make the difference that is needed to keep the changes from happening. The people in charge are more interested in money and power than in the Earth, and they plunder her resources without regard for the consequences. The end result is that the Earth must shake us off her back so to speak. She will roil and bubble and quake to make her voice heard above the din. At this late hour she does not believe there is anything we can do to keep this from happening, but she is proud that there are people who are still trying. These people will rise above the rest in the end. That is all she has to say. Thank you Rosemary.”

  “Thank you,” said the woman. Shauna got her mic and was ready for the next person.

  “I feel there is someone here named Ray or Roy. In the back. Yes. Someone named Roy?” A man with a balding head and glasses who was standing in the back came forward.

  “That could be my dad,” he said. Shauna gave him the mic. “His name was Ray. Is that him?”

  “He asks if you remember the sandbox he made for you.” The man smiled. “Yes, I do,”

  he said.

  “He asks if you remember that you couldn’t play in it because all the cats in the neighborhood used it to do their business in.”

  “I sure do. I used to try and scoop out the dirty sand until there was no sand left. Then my mother filled it with dirt and planted flowers in it.”

  “Your dad says he went to a lot of trouble to make that for you. He had to make several trips to the beach in his truck to get the sand for it.”

  “That’s right.”

  “He says that going with you to the beach those times is one of his fondest memories.”

  The man was all smiles and choked up now.

  “He says... he says...wait” A strange look came over Jackson’s face. Shauna couldn’t tell, but something was wrong. He was struggling it seemed. She went to him.

  “You have no business meddling where you don’t belong,” said Jackson very quickly in a lower-toned voice that didn’t sound like Jackson at all.

  “You have all done enough! Now it is our turn. Humans were never good enough to put on this planet in the first place. Look at what you have done. It has been predicted and now you will all suffer for what you have done. You will pay. Oh yes you will pay. No meddling will help you now. You have fouled yourselves. No power or riches will keep you from suffering what you deserve. This will be the end for you all.” The crowd began to shift. Feet were shuffling, but everyone just stared at Noah as someone, surely not Jackson, spoke through him.

  “The Earth’s growing pains have just begun. The dinosaurs were content on her for thousands of years. But they were no disgrace. They lived in harmony with her. You stinking humans have worn out your welcome. Although some of you are certain to survive it will be nothing like it is now. The Earth will get her cleansing and be able to breathe again. It will take lifetimes to bring her back to health, but that is nothing for us. Or her. You will all go to the other side where you will be taught many things before you are allowed to foul your own planet again.” With that, Noah fell to the floor. Shauna reached him first. The audience began to buzz and move. Noah was unconscious. Hawk ran up to the front and helped Shauna check him out. His heart was beating fast. He was breathing shallowly. Peter and Fern rushed up, followed by Rob. They surrounded him. Shauna removed the mic from his collar and Peter shut off the sound. Hawk stood up and spoke to the crowd. I’m sorry, but we’ll have to conclude for the night. Thank you all for coming.” There was grumbling, but the crowd was subdued and slowly made their way out of the building.

  “Noah. Noah! Are you okay?” asked Shauna. “Should we call an ambulance?”

  “No, not right now. Let’s get him to his room and see how he does for now. If he doesn’t wake up soon...”

  Hawk and Rob helped carry Noah outside and into his room. They laid him gently on the bed. He started to come around then.

  “Hey guys,” he said. “What goin’ on?”

  “You passed out up there, buddy,” said Rob. “You had us worried. Some other entity came out of you. It was pretty scary.”

  Hawk looked at Noah’s eyes. “How are you feeling?” he asked.

  “Okay I guess. A bit dizzy.”

  “What do you remember? Anything?”

  “Nothing. I just remember going into trance.”

  Shauna brought a cool washcloth and laid it on Noah’s forehead. “There ya go.” To Hawk she said, “I think if we want any answers we’re going to have to talk to Jackson.”

  “I agree, but we’d best wait until Noah’s feeling better.”

  Fern and Peter had stayed behind in the assembly room to gather up the equipment and came in.

  “How’s he doing?” asked fern, concerned. She saw he was awake on the bed. “Hi, Noah. You gave us a scare there. How are you?”

  “I’m alright I think, but I feel like I got hit with a ton of bricks,” he said, rubbing his head .

  “What happened?” asked Noah.

  “You got jumped!” said Rob. “Some other entity came in and took you over spouting all this shit about the world changes being humans’ faults. He went on a rampage, man.”

  “What? How could that.....?”

  “It’s true,” said Shauna. “It was someone else. He didn’t stop to say his name, but I’ll bet he’s in with Belial. We have it all on tape, so you can hear it for yourself when you’re feeling better.”

  “Okay,” he said. “That’s never happened before. I have protection up the ying yang so nothing like that should be able to happen. It must have been a very powerful spirit. Why don’t you all leave me alone for a little while and I’ll meditate and talk to Jackson.”

  “Okay,” said Shauna, “but if you need us we’ll be right next door.” They left him in peace. In Shauna and Fern’s room they talked more about what had happened. Peter was shaken by it the most since he would be doing the same thing himself soon, but Hawk reminded him that nothing like this had ever happened before and wasn’t likely to happen again. They would take extra precautions such as Jackson could advise. Everyone was ruffled by this strange experience. Hawk didn’t even know how to write it up in his research. He wouldn’t speak it, but he was just as afraid that it could happen again, although he felt this entity had gotten its message through. Shauna could feel what he was not saying. The closer she got to him, the more her empathic skills improved with him.

  Someone opened a bottle of wine and she poured herself a glass. Their nerves were raw. They kept their voices low so they could hear Noah. They were all just as eager as he to find out how this could have happened. It never should have in the first place. Noah came over after some time and asked everyone to sit down. He wanted to explain the strange occurrence.

  The
entity had come from Belial as they had thought. Somehow it circumvented the safeguards and protection around Noah as Jackson was speaking through him. It was an entity who had been part of the collective that had created the first thoughts of an earth. It was full of anger that humans had not treated the planet well. This entity had also never incarnated as a human and knew nothing of humans, so it couldn’t understand how the perfect planet had turned into what it is today, so far different from when it was created. Jackson seemed to think it might have something to do with the changes happening to the Earth, but during its speech he had been shoved aside while it entered Noah, and he wasn’t sure. He could feel its power and ferocity, but felt he would be better prepared next time so it couldn’t happen again. Besides, it had spewed its venom and would probably not try to come back. He was just glad nobody was hurt because if it had wanted to it could have done damage to Noah or anyone else in the room. Jackson didn’t want to scare them, but he told them there were many more of them out there who desired revenge for the planet. It was like their baby.

  Chapter Thirteen

  The phone rang in the big, luxurious office. The desk was solid oak finished to a high sheen- as were the walls. There was a large window overlooking San Francisco Bay. A cool mist of fog swelled slowly inland. The man picked up the phone.

 

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