The Sounds of War (The Genesis Series Book 2)

by Sue Watkins

  “Japheth, as my firstborn you are blessed, and you will receive the firstborn’s portions. Your sons will have extensive territory. You will be the possessors of great territory. You will also know Yahweh as Elohiym. However, your descendants will know him as Elohiym only through the altars built by Shem. Do not wander far from the spiritual dwelling places of your brother. Abide in this truth, and honor will come to you as you honor the sanctuaries built by Shem. Elohiym shall be your God if you sincerely look to him, he will bless you.

  “Ham, I will not bless you, and neither will I curse you. You were on the ark and were blessed by El Elyon when we disembarked. Nevertheless, because you did not stop darkness from encroaching my tent, and because I lost my fourth son, your fourth son, Canaan will be the carrier of the darkness that hides in your dwelling. You disgraced my house and allowed for the uncovering of our family, now your house will carry this disgrace through Canaan and his offspring.

  “Canaan, blessed is the Lord of Shem. Canaan, if you serve Yahweh, you shall be blessed. Learn humility and always seek the truth of this message, if you bow your knee before the altars of Elohiym, the curse of deception that comes to you through your father shall cease to be in your dwelling. Truth and deception stand at your door. Open the door to truth and in doing drive deception far from your dwellings. Canaan, you will not find honor as a son in the house of your father, but if you bow as a servant before the Most High, it is possible for you to reverse the dishonor of our family and for you to possess Yahweh’s glory. First, bow your knee and humble yourself, pray for the houses of your brothers’, and attend the house of Shem with a servant’s heart and when you worship Yahweh as Elohiym at the altars within Shem’s house, shame is removed.”

  Noah returned to his mountain home. He lived for another three hundred and fifty years, but he never had another son.

  Ham, in anger, moved far away. He was determined to put as much distance as possible between himself and his father.

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  Therefore, holy brothers and sisters, who share in the heavenly calling, fix your thoughts on Jesus, whom we acknowledge as our apostle and high priest. He was faithful to the one who appointed him, just as Moses was faithful in all Gods house. Jesus has been found worthy of greater honor than Moses has, just as the builder of a house has greater honor than the house itself. Every house is built by someone but God is the builder of everything. Moses was faithful as a servant in all Gods house, bearing witness to what would be spoken by God in the future. But Christ is faithful as the Son over Gods house. And we are his house, if indeed we hold firmly to our confidence and the hope in which we glory. Hebrews 3:1-6, NIV

  Checking the rearview mirror for verification Emeleigh announced, “I think we’re safe, I don’t see him behind us.”

  “God allowed them to block my seer abilities.” When she did not respond, Elijah jerked a thumb over his shoulder. “That guy…the Nephilim, what do you think he wanted?”

  Emeleigh shrugged her shoulders, “Not sure exactly.”

  “Well…okay let me rephrase, what do you...think he wanted?”

  Arching an eyebrow at his sarcasm she asked, “Remember last fall when Justin was shot and then kidnapped?”

  “That’s rhetorical, right?”

  Frowning she stuck a finger in his face, “Yeah, but a nod will do. The army dudes confronted us when we got off the elevator, as we were making our escape, remember?”

  “Yes,” his voice showing frustration, “and your point is?”

  “That guy back there, he’s connected to them some-how. I’m not saying he is one of the army dudes. What I’m saying, I got the feeling he is a worker bee from the hive…and he has the assignment to lure us to the honey, so we will be trapped.”

  “That’s a strange metaphor but I guess it makes sense in an Eme-sort-of way, but really…how?”

  “They are looking for us...because of last fall. I don’t know the reason exactly, but from what I picked up, I think we know something they want to know.”

  “And you know this because you read his thoughts?”

  “Yes, I said that already. I could hear his thoughts!”

  “Okay, exactly what was he thinking?”

  “Jiminy Elijah! There were two of them back there, the one we saw, and another somewhere near. They were communicating with each other. The one you say was blonde-haired, wanted the other one to get a car. Clearly, the intent was to follow us and I suppose the angel I saw somehow stopped them from being able to continue their pursuit because I don’t see them anywhere. Anyway, the one I saw said you and I were two of the ones they are looking for and then he said something about the tunnel. I couldn’t understand everything. He was thinking more in pictures than in words. Well, obviously they are telepathic and obviously, we’re in some kind of danger because of what happened last fall.

  “Elijah, I don’t know what they are so fired up about, I mean what on earth do we know that could be so gosh darn important. Do you think it’s because we know the location of their nest? Well that doesn’t make sense either…look I don’t know exactly how to explain any of this. But that guy was afraid to fail to capture us. I was reading emotions as much as cognitive thoughts…does that make sense?”

  Elijah snorted, “You’re asking me? Of course, I understand. I’ve had that gifting my entire life…to hear people’s thoughts and to see colors attached to people. Yes, sometimes you don’t see the person; you see what I call the color of a person. But again sometimes you hear their thoughts clearly, almost as if you were listening to your own.”

  “Well it was like that but sort of a combination of pictures, color, emotions, and thought. I know I heard him say, ‘go for the car,’ and ‘they are two of the ones we want,’ but it wasn’t what he said as much as what he wants to do. ” She took her eyes from the road briefly, looked at Elijah, and then continued, “He, and whoever was with him, wants to take us somewhere for questioning. His emotions told me he was frustrated because he didn’t like the body he was in, he wanted it to be different somehow, and the dimension of our space somehow was confusing him. So, I guess he’s new at this.” She waved a hand in the air as she added, “Whatever this is.”

  “Then actually they want us for information?”

  Her mouth flew open, then shaking her head, she answered, “Elijah I’ve said that already several ways, so yes they want information, and I truly believe they want us because they are either afraid of us or afraid of what we might know.”

  “Eme, that makes no sense. You and I aren’t talking to anyone. Justin’s the one writing the book, what information could we possibly have?”

  “Elijah, I don’t have any the answers…” She stopped in mid-sentence. “I don’t even have the questions. We need to go home and have a family pow-wow. Praying about this wouldn’t hurt either.”

  Removing his cell phone from his shirt pocket, Elijah offhandedly remarked, “Well maybe the dream I had last night is significant after all.”

  Emeleigh averted her eyes from the road again and sarcastically asked, “Okay, I bite, what about your dream?”

  “I was in a house made completely out of wood, but you know how when you’re dreaming you can see something that’s not in the dream?” He paused making sure she was following his reasoning, when she nodded he continued. “I just knew that in the distance a huge storm was forming even though I couldn’t see it. Suddenly a funnel cloud appeared and headed straight toward the house. The nearer it got, the more fear I felt. I heard screaming and realized there were others behind me watching the same tornado, they started running in all directions looking for protection. That was when I realized the entire front of the house wasn’t wood, but one huge window. I went to the window and as I studied the twister, I was mesmerized, I couldn’t move. The tornado just kept getting closer and closer. The closer it got, the darker the sky turned, and then suddenly a thought entered my mind to call upon the power of the blood of Jesus. I started praying and encouraging the others
to do the same and the funnel cloud stopped. It was perfectly still. I mean totally not moving, but it emitted a humming noise as it spun in place. But as we prayed the humming noise lessened, then seemingly from nowhere, a crosswind began to blow. The wind blew the twister away from the house almost at a ninety-degree angle. I woke up.”

  “Mmm,” Emeleigh pulled at her seat belt to readjust it. “That’s interesting because my devotional assignment this morning was taken from the books of Numbers and Hebrews. I’m sure you know the story of the twelve spies. Numbers 13 and 14 tells of how ten of the twelve spies thought it would be impossible to kill the giants that lived in the Promised Land. And Paul’s commentary in Hebrew 3 explains the people who believed the ten spies had to wait forty years to inherit the Promised Land, because of their unbelief...” Eme paused and gathered her thoughts. “One of the verses in Hebrews 3 said that we, the believers, are God’s house, and if we hold onto our courage, we enter into rest and inherit the promises. The author of my devotional said something to the effect that Moses was a faithful servant in God’s house, and Christ is the faithful Son over God’s house. He went on to say those who Moses led out of Egypt didn’t enter into the Promised Land because they didn’t believe that God would destroy the giants that the twelve spies saw.

  “Maybe your dream means that there’s another battle coming with the Nephilim and we must know the promises so we can rest and have strength to endure.”

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  Who may ascend the mountain of the Lord? Who may stand in his holy place, the one who has clean hands and a pure heart that does not trust in an idol or swear by a false god? They will receive blessing from the Lord and vindication from God their Savior. Such is the generation of those who seek him, who seek your face, God of Jacob. Lift up your heads, you gates; be lifted up, you ancient doors that the King of glory may come in. Psalm 24:3-7, NIV

  Carl chuckled at Caleb, as he took the hot tea mug and attempted to turn it around without burning himself.

  Whistling Caleb set the mug on a coaster and shook his fingers, “Wow Carl, you left the fire in it! I’m sure it’s great, but I’ll wait for a few minutes.” Rubbing his hands together to absorb the residual heat, Caleb leaned back against the sofa and smiled at his host. “The heat feels good. I spent the entire day in the library and I swear that place is colder than the Arctic.”

  “It’s been awhile since I was in the basement, but I remember how cold the vault is, who doesn’t?” Carl laughed, “So what took you to the library?”

  Arching a dark brown eyebrow, Caleb answered with a question, “How much do you know about the Tower of Babel?”

  “Not a lot, your grandfather is the one to ask, not me.” Smiling Carl shook his head and reveled fond memories, “Matter of fact, the Babel Tower was one of his pet projects when we were students, did you know that?”

  “No, I didn’t, growing up I always thought Solomon’s Temple was. But to answer the question about the library, I came across an article written about the similarities and differences of the world’s pyramids. The author made a supposition that most of the world’s pyramids were for the purpose of worship, not for tombs. Of course, having been a student of yours, that wasn’t news, but it made me think.” Caleb picked up the tea and blew on it again, “The only pyramid mentioned in the Bible is the Tower of Babel, and I wondered what its purpose might have been.”

  Carl raised a greying eyebrow, “The Bible is clear it was built in order to reach the heavens, don’t you think that was what they were doing?”

  Attempting to sip the tea, Caleb nodded, “As you just said, the Bible gives the impression the builders of the tower were aiming at the heavens.” The tea still too hot to drink, he set the mug down again and elaborated. “But what was the, ‘let’s make a name for ourselves lest we be scattered over the face of the whole Earth,’ about? Building a ziggurat wouldn’t have stopped the people from moving about or scattering. So the more I thought on this, the more I knew something wasn’t adding up. How could the building of a tower give them ‘a name’ or keep them from scattering? The more I thought, the more questions I had.”

  “Such as?” Carl asked.

  “Well, when I examined the name thing, I had to ask, how do you develop a name by building a tower? And if you really look at the text in Genesis 11, the implication is there that the name thing and the scattering were somehow connected. Consequently, upon examining the text closer, I began to think that verse three and four are one continuous thought. If so, then the building materials had something to do with the purpose of the tower. Were they actually trying to build into the heavens, or were they trying to get into the heavens vis-à-vis the tower? Maybe they had figured a way to tap into the electro-magnetic forces of Earth, and were planning to create portals that would transport them into another dimension.”

  Scratching his mustache in contemplation Carl responded thoughtfully, “I can’t say I’ve ever heard the tower discussed in exactly those terms, do you have any guesses?”

  Caleb picked up the mug, and sipped slowly. “This is good, now that it’s cooled a bit, it’s strong the way I like it.” Smiling he held the mug tightly with both hands and rested his elbows on his thighs as he answered in his typical methodical way. “Technically they weren’t going to access the dimension of heaven from this physical world by building a tower. No rational thinker could reason otherwise. If these people could build a city and a tower. They weren’t cave dwellers. You and I both know these people were more advanced than we are today. But laying aside both the spiritual implications and the pre-conceived ideas of academia. I tried to put myself into that era and ask, what was there about the post-flood civilization that would cause these people to think they could reach the heavens. What would give them a name and keep them from being scattered...”

  “Mmm,” Carl interrupted, “yes I see...” Pulling at his mustache again, he asked, “But what I’m hearing you say, you are leaning toward the tower being a star gate, aren’t you?”

  Caleb nodded, “I think it’s a very strong possibility, and I think once I know what building materials were used I can work forward from there. I’ll go to Pops, but I don’t want to run to him for every question, besides you know me, I got to work this out on my own.”

  “Mmm,” Carl’s eyes twinkled, “I know where that trait comes from, and I know for a fact your grandfather was fascinated by the Tower of Babel even before becoming an archeologist. One of the first digs we worked on as students was in Iraq. We were on a team looking for the Tower of Babel.”

  “Really? That’s something else I didn’t know.” Knitting his brows Caleb voiced his curiosity. “What did ya’ll find?”

  “Well, if memory serves me, what we found had more to do with Gilgamesh than about the tower. You know, as I think on it, I don’t think your grandfather believed Gilgamesh and the tower connect, not as others in our profession have speculated. I’m not certain where he stands on that subject, now. Since I left Biblical Archeology and became more interested in Mesoamerican, we haven’t talked about the subject much. Anyway, to answer your question, we didn’t find anything, that I readily recall. Most of what was unearthed that summer came from a German team that worked a dig near to where we stayed. As I said, the discoveries mainly had to do with Gilgamesh.” Finishing his tea Carl set the mug down. “We were so young and so very inexperienced, but this I do remember. Your grandfather believed the builder of the Tower of Babel was Nimrod, and Nimrod was Enmerkar.”

  “That’s very interesting, because the more I read today; I think he just might be right. I guess my questions aren’t who built the tower but why? Who was the reigning deity when the tower was built, do you remember?” Caleb, having finished his tea began bouncing the empty mug on his knee.

  Taking his time, Carl answered slowly, “I would think it would be the Sumerian god, Anu, who was the predominant deity at that time in Mesopotamia. If I remember my Sumerian mythology, Anu was the principal sky-god. As you know, that parti
cular era is still a mystery in many respects, but we have recovered some meaningful artifacts in the past twenty years, especially during the Iraqi war. From everything I’ve read, the Anunnaki were worshipped during the twentieth century B.C., and that would just about correlate to the era the tower was built.”

  Caleb grinned, “You are right! And I believe the Anunnaki were Nephilim. And I think the god or fallen angel that perhaps fathered them…Anu is the same deity the Canaanites worshipped as Baal. The term Anunnaki means, the princely offspring.”

  “Uh-huh,” Carl pursed his lips and nodded slightly, “and that would jive with the purpose of the tower being a star gate. Interesting stuff Caleb.”

  Caleb nodded and replaced his empty mug on the coaster, then rubbed weary eyes, “Yeah, I wondered if they opened the star gate and that was how the Nephilim returned after the flood.”

  “Well, again I reiterate, go talk to Ray this is right up his alley.” Carl reached for his mug while keeping his eyes on Caleb who stood and yawned.

  “I will,” stretching and yawning again Caleb batted at the second yawn and replied from behind his hand, “but first I need to look at a couple of things at the library in the morning. I’d like to find out exactly where the ziggurat was built.” Fighting off another yawn, he breathed deeply and exhaled, “I’d like to know if the site outside the ancient city of Babylon, which is most often considered the Tower of Babel, really is the right site. The Etemenanki site is the accepted site, but I’m not sure I can agree. One of the articles I read today suggested the Tower of Babel was at Baalbek. That I totally don’t agree with, but I am not sure…maybe it’s not important to know the exact site, but nonetheless it’s nagging at me. I keep thinking once I know the exact site and trace the type of materials recovered then I’ll know more if what I suspect is true. Anyway, bottom-line I suspect they were trying to open a portal.”