by Sue Watkins
As she finished the little chorus, she heard strange clicking sounds. At first, she was puzzled but then she realized the clicks were some form of communication, each click sent a pulsating throb of fear into her mind. Click, click, click, click…
Seconds later, she could heard the door swish open and close again, instinct told her that she and Elijah were once again alone. Tears of relief flooded her eyes as she opened them.
“Oh, Elijah, I thought I would absolutely lose it! Thank God that’s over!” Sitting up she swung her feet off the table. Such an ordinary and natural reaction she didn’t apprehend what she had done until the amazement of seeing her hands overtook her. “Dear God! Elijah, look! I’m free. They forgot to put the bands back on my hands and feet!”
Elijah making the same discovery at the same time jumped from his gurney. Grinning ear to ear, he danced a mini-victory jig. “Eme, the Spirit of God confused them! Don’t ask me how I know, but he did!” Rubbing his wrists and shaking his hips, he skipped across the floor toward her grabbing her about the waist as they met in the middle of the room. Wrapping both arms around her, he picked her up and swung her like a rag doll, back and forth.
“Elijah put me down!” She commanded. “Before you get too excited we better figure out the what, where, and why of this.” Righting herself, she pushed away and started looking around for clues. Walking toward one of the monitors, she asked offhandedly, “Did you get a look at them?”
“No, not really, but by all indicators…we were just visited by the Greys, you know the Greys are demonic, don’t you?”
“Duh, yes I know. I could smell it!” Pointing at the nearest monitor she exclaimed, “It’s a quantum computer.” Crossing her arms over her chest and rocking back and forth, she stared intently. “Look at the computations on that screen! Those are what we call buckyballs. This computer is running a nanotech routine. I’d almost bet you…our DNA is…on that screen. Elijah look at the…” She pointed to another screen, “Those are formulations of…Elijah!” Stopping in mid-thought, she turned and stared at him. “You know, it just came to me they removed tissue…from our hands…” Pausing, she looked down at her injured hand. “Or maybe…” she rubbed a thumb of the bandage and winced as she completed her thought, “something was implanted!”
Elijah removed the bandage from his hand and said, “My hand doesn’t show an incision, does yours?”
Emeleigh quickly pulled the bandage back. Shaking her head she reported the same findings, “Neither does mine, but that doesn’t mean something very small wasn’t…Elijah an implant could be smaller than a pinhead and still work. They could have actually implanted something by injection through a needle, and most likely that’s the case if this technology is as advanced as I think it is.”
“Alrighty, what do we do then?” Elijah biting on the inside of his bottom lip added, “We know either they have removed tissue from our hands or they have implanted something. I vote for the latter, but do we worry about this?”
“No, I vote we get the heck out of here and go home. But where is here, and where is home?” Shrugging her shoulders, Emeleigh looked around the room and snapped, “Now would be a good time for an angel to show up and take us home!”
Grabbing her shoulders, he spun her around to face him. “Wait, there’s something else we must discover,” pausing he pursed his lips and then relaxed before adding, “in here. We’re supposed to do something…my dream…” Snapping his fingers as a single word flooded his thoughts, he repeated the word audibly. “Non-locality…Eme, what does the word non-locality mean to you?”
Perplexed, she put a hand to her mouth and tapped it against her bottom lip, but said nothing as she turned and looked at the monitors again.
Impatient Elijah demanded, “Come on Eme, that word is floating around in here. I see it everywhere I look, what does it mean?”
Turning back to him she began hesitantly, “Well…I’ll try but I’m not sure how that will help us…non-locality refers to quantum. It has to do with consciousness creating reality. The world…or the matter…we do not see is more real than the matter that we can see. And the theory is, what we do see, we see because we believe we see it.”
Pulling on her sleeve, Elijah demanded, “You just confused me please say that another way.”
“What is here,” Emeleigh pointed to her head, “is connected to what happens elsewhere in the universe of quantum.” Turning away from him, she moved her hands in a circular motion and continued slowly at first, “If you can measure particles of matter or determine their existence, then they are local. For instance, electrons have the capacity to materialize and dematerialize. But if you see them, then they are close enough to measure, they are local.”
Emeleigh stopped moving about and stood in front of one of the monitors. When she continued her explanation, she spat the words quickly as her thoughts sped ahead of her words, “You see, it’s only when particles are measurable that they are in what we refer to as a single state. Otherwise, they have the ability to be in two places at once. When observed, an electron collapses into just one state but when not observed, it can exist in two states, both a wave and a particle. Electrons know when they are being observed…” Tapping her bottom lip again, the momentum of her words increased. “And electrons have the ability to know what is going on around them. What we call pilot waves travel ahead of time and space, and since they travel beyond time and space, we can’t measure them. So they are non-local. Non-local pilot electrons guide matter into a state of measurable existence. All quanta follow this principle, turning on or off, existing in a particle state or a wave state, depending on their detectors.” She paused taking in several deep breaths.
Looking at him then slowly releasing it she continued, “Non-local is outside time and space, there are three dimensions to space, and the fourth dimension is time, but time is the product of observation, not an attribute of space.” Emeleigh stopped and nodded, “I think I just talked myself into understanding something. We’re about to quantum tunnel.”
“Okay!” Elijah chuckled. “You lost me ages ago. So what’s the quantum tunnel stuff, what do you mean?”
“Teleportation,” she smiled, “don’t you see? We’re going to do what Joshua did when God instantly sent him to Israel last fall to help Caleb. We are going to teleport home.”
“No, I don’t think so.” Shaking his head slowly Elijah disagreed. He began snapping his fingers again, “At least not just now. There’s something else going on and that non-local thing you were talking about is the veil between the spirit world and the physical world, I think we’re going to dematerialize and become particle waves!”
“Oh, and just where did you this revelation?”
“Here,” he pointed to his belly. “I may not understand in scientific terms, but I know we were sent here to be spies. Does that ring a bell for you?”
“OMG,” Emeleigh slapped her forehead. “I totally forgot what we are supposed to.” She drew imaginary quotes in the air, “We are supposed to probe our enemy’s domain...hey I had a dream about this!”
Putting his hands on his hips he chided, “Yeah, well good, but I was told we’re to learn the purposes of our enemy. We’re like the two spies that Joshua sent to Jericho before the walls came down.”
“Okay I agree, but how?” She stepped into his space and poked his chest with each question, “How are we to spy? What do we spy on in here?”
“I guess we go exploring.” Elijah lifted his shoulders and turned his palms up, “I don’t know any more than what I just said.”
“All right, let’s think for a moment,” she turned away, and then standing still, closed her eyes and thought aloud, “there are dimensions on Earth. Four to be exact. And we know there’re at least six more in quantum…oh my gosh, Elijah! We’re in a dimension that time doesn’t effect, or has little or no affect.”
Cocking his head sideways he asked, “Explain please?”
“In Earth all things happen on a
chronological timeline, right?”
“And,” he shrugged his shoulders.
“We’ve been taken to another dimension, one that has added capabilities, but where time’s influence is diminished.”
“So what now?”
She smiled and shrugged, “We are either going to move forward in time or back. But the real question is how we get out of here.”
“Why don’t you just walk through the door?”
She chuckled and moved toward the door, “Now that’s a novel idea and so simple! Why didn’t I think of it? Come on, baby brother. Let’s try walking through the door.”
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And I tell you, you are Peter, and on this rock I will build my church, and the gates of Hades (the powers of the infernal region) shall not overpower it [or be strong to its detriment or hold out against it]. Matthew 16:18, AMP
I am consigned to the gates of Sheol (hell) for the rest of my years. I said I shall not see the Lord in the land of the living; I shall look upon mortals no more among the inhabitants of the world. Isaiah 38:10-11, NRSV
Smiling as she walked toward the door Emeleigh waved her hands and nothing moved. She ran a hand over the doorframe looking. Nothing moved. She looked for any mechanical device that might operate the portal, nothing. Looking intently at the ceiling, she jumped up and down crossing her hands over her head, still nothing moved.
“Oh, great.” Frustrated she stood back and searched the adjacent walls hoping for anything that could conceivably open the door. “Now what,” facing Elijah, her expression dared him to solve the problem, “any ideas?”
Smiling down at her as an idea popped into his thoughts he gently pushed her aside and said, “Move over, let me try something.” Standing between her and the door he poked the tip of his index finger at the door, it disappeared! Snickering like a small child, he exclaimed, “Look,” as he stepped into the door.
“Houston, we have touchdown!” Elijah deep bass voice broke into a shrill as he giggled and bounced in and out of the closed door. After going in and out of the door for the third time he turned and grinned, “Well are you gonna try it?”
“Dork!” Slapping at his upper arm, she asked, “Is it okay? No one is out there, right?”
Laughing, he assured her, “It’s a go, come on.” Grabbing her hand, he pulled and suddenly they both stood in a long corridor. For a few seconds they stood side by side each looking in the opposite direction, then as they turned to each other both shrugged their shoulders and wondered what next.
“Well,” asked Elijah as the first to break the silence, “any idea which way?”
“No, but my gut says that way.” Pointing to her left, she took a single step in that direction, pausing for a second she checked with her internal guide, Holy Spirit, and knew instantly she had chosen correctly.
“Okay, let’s go.” Causally putting an arm around her shoulders, he hugged her. “Sis, this is going to work, we are particles waves, remember,” snickering as he squeezed and admonished he added, “just keep following Holy Spirit and we’ll float through this.”
“Mmm…” Emeleigh poked his ribs and rolled her lips between her teeth. Then tilting her head she looked into his blue eyes and said, “Not that you need to know this, but I love you, Little Brother, and I’m very glad you’re here because quite frankly, I’m shaking in my Reeboks.”
Staring down the long dimly lit corridor, she wondered at the countless small lights that seemed to draw parallel lines down the length of the flooring. The effect put her in mind of a very long and very narrow airstrip. These lights seemed to stretch for an indeterminable distance. Nothing seemed to be down the corridor, no doors, no adjoining corridors, nothing but black walls and ceilings, and tiny blinking lights.
As they walked, occasionally she would pause and pat the walls. She felt the need to test if they existed. From her peripheral vision, the walls seemed to fade in and out. This was both distracting and unnerving. Unable to withhold her apprehension, she whispered, “You know, if I didn’t know better, I’d think we’re in some sort of hologram, and the program is not functioning correctly.” Sarcastically she added, “I’m ready to ask Scotty to beam us out of here. If somebody doesn’t beam us out, I think we’re going to be in this corridor forever.”
“Yeah,” Elijah agreed, “you’re right, the matter around us doesn’t appear stable.” Suddenly stopping, he grabbed her elbow and pulled her to a halt. “Eme, you think maybe their world is unstable because God isn’t speaking life to it? Maybe that’s why they are so desperate to possess our world.”
“You might have something there,” Emeleigh nodded. “I swear it feels like we’re caught in a sci-fi movie doesn’t it?”
“Yeah, but I think it’s the Twilight Zone, not Star Trek.”
“Anything but Left Behind works for me.” Joking helped but she also felt the need to express the rising panic. “I just want to get out of this corridor. Holy Spirit, please show us what’s next.” As she whispered the words, she felt a nudging to turn to her right and face the wall. Putting her hand to her mid-section, “I just caught a vision of where we are going, come,” reaching for Elijah’s hand, she pulled and together they stepped through the wall and into a new dimension of time and space.
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Emeleigh and Elijah stood slack-jawed and motionless except for unbelieving blinking eyes. Everywhere around them were piles of stone and various building materials, broken and in disrepair. After some seconds, he looked at her questioning eyes, “I don’t know where we are, but I think it is Earth.” Pointing he said, “See up the hill, there’s some kind of edifice. I can’t see it well enough to tell what it is, but it looks like a Grecian temple. We might be in the past...‘cause I don’t see anything that looks modern, either we’re in the past, or we’ve just landed in a heap of some very old ruins, of a very ancient city.”
“Yeah, I agree, but this place is spooky, Elijah.” Reaching for the comfort of his arm, she wrapped her hand around it and shivered as she whispered, “The sky is grey. Maybe a storm is brewing, huh?”
Nodding he pulled her close. As they huddled, they felt a shaking under their feet. Elijah reacted quickly and steadied her as he warned, “Eme, we need to get out of here that was an earthquake!”
“Where…” She didn’t finish the question. An eerie screech began vibrating under their feet. Grabbing at his shirt, she pulled and simultaneously demanded, “Let’s go!”
The path below them blocked by rubble, prohibited down as an option, with no other direction available, they ran up the hill. The winding path, full of debris made the climb difficult but she was determined not to stop until they reached the top of the hill. Once there, much to their amazement, the temple was the only building on the summit.
Emeleigh gasped, “My God, Elijah, what is this place? How can that be a temple? The steps going into it weren’t made for humans?”
Together they stood side by side each taking in the details of the building. Evenly spaced gigantic columns, stood as sentinels across the face of the building. The top of the portico seemed to reach into the low hanging grey sky. And leading up to the entrance were monolithic steps, the dimensions of which no normal person could climb. The building itself was enormous, immeasurable as it extended in both lateral directions. Arching her neck, she looked to the building’s elaborate frieze, “Look at the carvings!” Emeleigh whispered and pointed.
Elijah took a step forward, when he answered, his voice cracked, “It’s the Altar of Zeus!” Coughing, he cleared his throat, “Eme, we are in ancient Pergamum. I recognize the frieze from my Art History class. We must be...this must be the throne of Satan! Remember what Jesus said to John in Revelation?”
Pulling on the back of his shirt, she turned him as she pointed to the people. Humans, shrouded in drab grimy torn garb suddenly began rising from the ground like witless zombies. As the multitude of faceless people began inching toward the temple, brother and sister watched in abject horror. As the w
alking dead scaled over the impossible to maneuver steps, Emeleigh and Elijah held their breath in disbelief, watching helplessly as people climbed to the pinnacle where they became sacrifices to obscurity.
Emeleigh twisted the back of Elijah’s shirt as shrieks of terror and torture reached an unbearable crescendo. The screaming became more than their nerves could tolerate. The magnitude of the volume ripped and tore at the fabric of space and the ground began shaking again. Both Emeleigh and Elijah fell to their knees, as the ground shook beneath them, unable to gain nor keep footing, she buried her face in her brother’s chest, and began to cry hysterically, “Jesus! Jesus, oh Jesus, please help!”
As the cycle began to manifest again and the zombies began to rise again, Elijah feeling a sense of urgency pulled her up to her feet. “Eme we need to move.” Looking around he saw a broken wall to their left. Putting a protective arm about her, he led her through the debris and as they stepped over the broken rubble, he saw the shelter they needed.
At first, it looked like a cave opening but when he took a second look, he realized it wasn’t a natural formation, but one that had been constructed. No matter, he thought, it will serve for shelter. He had to get Emeleigh away from the horror until she could regain her composure.
Dragging her more than guiding, her face still buried in his chest as she wailed almost without breathing, he moved quickly to what he hoped was safety. The moment they entered the tunnel, he pushed her to the ground and after looking about to make sure they were in no immediate danger, he began to urge her to, “Breathe, Emeleigh. Please just breathe.”
Still assessing the tunnel, he heard a scraping noise behind them. He turned just in time to see the tunnel’s entrance closing in on itself. It was as if the tunnel had responded to their presence in some sort of autonomous way, deciding not to allow them to leave.