by Evan Ansot
“Why didn’t you tell me beforehand?” asked a frustrated Elizabeth.
“Elizabeth, I can only tell you what you ask. To say anything else would be a violation of your free will, and they will not allow that here,” said Nina.
“Telling me who their father is a violation?” asked a bewildered Elizabeth.
“Yes, it is. I can’t tell you unless you ask,” said Nina. “We are not allowed to alter another’s path with information about themselves. Some things you have to figure out for yourself or find out from the twins as in this case.”
“How the hell is telling me about the father of my children altering my path?” At this point Elizabeth was exasperated by this sequence of answers. This set of rules by the spiritual was getting on her last nerves.
“Free will is considered the most valuable thing on earth and in heaven. The angels of God will not allow information to be shared unless a person comes to that conclusion themselves.” Nina sensed Elizabeth’s confusion and said, “Be patient, my child.” Then Nina left Elizabeth’s bewildered mind, and the conversation ended.
The following day, Elizabeth called her friend Charlotte Ramsey. She had known Charlotte for four years now. Ever since that chance meeting back in 2009 at the market when the voices that Charlotte heard told her to go to Elizabeth and talk to her.
Calling Charlotte a mystic or a spiritualist would be an understatement. Ever since her calling at the age of eighteen, Charlotte had been a healer for people. Reading palms, past life regression hypnotherapy, doing astrological charts, she performed them all. And she did this by listening to her spirit guides, the angels of heaven.
Every time Charlotte was in town she would request a meeting with Elizabeth. Three days ago, the call came, and after yesterday, it was time to get back to her.
They sat outside the Sunshine Deli having lunch. Elizabeth had relayed the events of the previous day to an astonished Charlotte. She had heard some doozies in her time, but this one took the cake for her.
Charlotte asked Elizabeth if she had a picture of Eddie. Elizabeth answered in the affirmative and produced the picture of Eddie with his kayak. Charlotte looked at it, smiled, and then proceeded to speak of him. It was as if she was hearing a spirit guide telling her what to say and then she would relay the message to Elizabeth.
“He’s lived a very unusual life,” she began. “Actually, all his lives have been quite unusual. He’s been chosen.”
“Chosen?” asked Elizabeth. “Chosen for what?”
“He has to figure this out himself,” answered Charlotte. She continued on, listening to the voices she was hearing and then relaying them to Elizabeth.“He is the twins’father and others, but you must not tell him about the others.”
“Others? What others?”
“Once again, he has to find this out,” said Charlotte. Before Elizabeth could interrupt her message she continued, “The Archangel Michael has been shaping him, working with him in this life. He should have died the night of his accident, but he was spared. Eddie is much more than he thinks he is. A whole lot more. Much depends on him, and he doesn’t know it yet.”
Elizabeth was trying to take all this in and then asked, “He mentioned once that he was touched by a hand. Who touched him? Michael? Jesus?”
Charlotte responded, “There is a strong connection with Jesus in him. Here is the connection—five.”
Elizabeth’s mind was blown away at this point, but she managed to keep enough of it left to ask, “Five, what does that mean, five?”
“It’s for him to work out, you mustn’t tell him of this conversation until he has this worked out,”the mystic replied.
Elizabeth understood. To do so would, of course, be a spiritual violation, and God forbids that!
Charlotte continued, “Eddie is in a battle between the forces of light and the forces of darkness. This is a very special man. Neither of us have any idea how special. The angels are telling me that he has been chosen from among the many because of an agreement a long time ago. An agreement between himself and the Father.”
“What agreement?” asked Elizabeth?
“Another matter he will have to work out. They aren’t telling me,” Charlotte responded, who was also starting the feel the frustration of the spiritual answers. She then continued on, “He has an amazing, unique gift.” Then Charlotte paused, hesitated, and announced, “I can’t tell you any more than that. To do so would be a violation. And you are not to reveal to him what he doesn’t already know.”
After about twenty more minutes of small talk, they parted.
Elizabeth had gone to Charlotte for answers and left with more questions than she had previously. Things were getting very interesting with this Eddie Dudley of Michigan. They were about to get even more so.
Once the twins realized that the man Elizabeth had been talking to was their daddy, they wanted to talk to him as well.
Within two weeks of this, they began to call him daddy. This frightened the hell out of Elizabeth. My God, what is this man thinking? My twins calling him daddy!
All he had to say on the subject was, “They can call me whatever makes them happy, I don’t have a problem with it.”
She didn’t forget what Charlotte had told her. Nor did she reveal what was said to her toward Eddie lest she break the spiritual law of free will. Yet every day it ate at her. Who is this man? This chosen man?
For two months she held this secret that Charlotte had told her close to her heart. She desperately wanted to reveal to him what had been revealed to her, yet she dared not do it. She didn’t know the consequences of violating someone’s free will, but she wasn’t going to risk finding out. He had to give her a sign first; therefore, she patiently waited
May 21, 2014
Bald Eagle Bluffs, Michigan
It was 6:30 a.m. in Michigan, and 8:30 p.m. in Australia
when Eddie got the message to call Elizabeth.
“What is it Elizabeth?”
“Jessica is in her bed calling for you. She keeps saying
‘Daddy, Daddy,’ over and over.” Eddie didn’t think anything of that; they had been calling him daddy for weeks now. He didn’t mind. “Let me talk to her,” demanded Eddie.
Elizabeth handed the phone to Jessica and waited patiently for what would happen next. When it did, it shocked her.
“Hello, honey. What is wrong?” asked Eddie. “Nothing, Daddy, I’m better now. I love you,” said Jessica. Then she handed the phone back to Elizabeth and nodded off straight to sleep. It took about five seconds from the time she closed her eyes until she began snoring.
Elizabeth was about to apologize to Eddie for bothering him when it seemed as if there was no reason for the call when all of a sudden, Joan started to stir in her sleep like she was having a nightmare.
“Eddie, hold on just a second, please,” said Elizabeth.
“Daddy, give me Daddy, please,” said Joan.
Elizabeth handed the phone.
“Hi, Daddy, how are you?” Joan said.
“I’m good, honey, how are you?” said Eddie.
“Okay, Daddy, I’m fine now. I love you,” said Joan, and she too handed the phone back to Elizabeth and nodded back off to sleep within seconds.
“Love you too, sweetheart,” responded Eddie.
Elizabeth picked up the phone and said, “I don’t know what has come over them. They demanded to talk to you. Now they are fine.” She had no idea what the big priority was to get a hold of him. What is this all about? Why the emergency? she wondered.
“It’s no problem, anytime they want to talk, I’m here,” said Eddie.
As he was saying that, Joan stirred and said, “Daddy drove away the monsters, Mommy.”
Elizabeth looked at Joan. Is she sleeping? Did I just hear my daughter correctly? The monsters? She looked at the phone and said, “Eddie, let me talk to you later. Thank you for talking to them. They seem better now.” She turned toward Joan, worried to death over what her daughter had sa
id and asked, “What monsters are you talking about?”
“The little grey ones, Mommy. He pulled them apart and destroyed them,” said Joan.
Elizabeth, not wanting to discuss this right now, just reached over, kissed her child, and spoke, “We’ll talk about it tomorrow, okay?”
“Okay, Mommy,” said Joan, and she was soon fast asleep.
The twins both slept for ten hours straight that night. A record for them.
The next morning, Elizabeth asked, “Joan, honey, what happened last night?” “Daddy killed the monsters, Mommy,” said Joan matter-of-factly.
“What do you mean?” asked Elizabeth.
“The monsters were here last night messing with Jessica. As soon as she talked to Daddy, he showed up and killed them,” said Joan as she slurped down a spoonful of porridge. Elizabeth looked over to Jessica who was doing the same slurping. There was a big smile on Jessica’s face as she listened to her twin sister.
“Daddy showed up and killed them?” asked Elizabeth.
“Yes, Mommy, then they came after me, and Daddy killed the rest of them,” said Joan.
Elizabeth thought she had heard it all.
“Yay, Daddy!” shouted Jessica in between slurps. “Best Daddy in the world!” she continued.
“Best Daddy in the world!” parroted Joan.
Elizabeth looked at Jessica. She hadn’t seen her daughters in this pleasant of a mood in quite some time. Who is this amazing man from Michigan? First, my twin girls claim they are his daughters, and next, he kills their nightly demons? Between what Charlotte had told her and what had happened last night, Elizabeth thought she would have to check herself into a mental institution soon enough.
It all seemed so very surreal. Elizabeth doubted Hollywood could come up with a script any better than what was going on presently under her own roof. If she hadn’t been experiencing it, she’d never believe it.
That night, against her better nature, she called Eddie and told him about the events of the night previous. How the girls had declared that he had destroyed these demons of theirs by merely talking to them and nothing else— little grey monsters that had been tormenting her children annihilated by this man with the same last name as hers.
He let all this soak in and wondered aloud to her, “What does it all mean? Do I somehow have the power over demons? The ability to cast them out just like the apostles of old had? The only place you ever hear of anything like this happening is in scriptures. Or priests who perform exorcisms.”
It was then that she decided to finally relay to him her meeting with Charlotte. He had the right to know what the mystic had declared about him. She had held on to the information for weeks; it was now time to let him know what was said.
After Eddie finished listening, he remained silent for some time deep in thought. A strong connection with Jesus. The connection is five. What does it all mean? And there’s that word chosen again.
After a few minutes of small talk, they said their goodbyes, and he went to work.
Once his shift was over that afternoon, he knocked the dust off his bible and went to a different sort of work. Research on what all this means. Strong Jesus connection. The number five. I have to find out for myself what this all meant. He proceeded to read all four gospels the next few days. It was all rehashing of old material, Eddie being quite familiar with it all. But he knew the clue to the number five had to be there somewhere. But where? What does it mean?
He tried to imagine how the number five could fit into the life of Jesus. Did the Lord do something five times? He researched and couldn’t find anything to that effect. A strong connection. She said I have a strong connection. And then a thought occurred to him. Look at the list of those closest to me, the strongest connections to me, and I’ll get my answer.
He looked up the lists of the apostles beginning with the Gospel of Matthew.
1. Simon (also called Peter)
2. Andrew (Peter’s brother)
3. James (Zebedee’s son)
4. John ( James’ brother)
5. Philip
6. Bartholomew
7. Thomas
8. Matthew (the tax collector)
9. James (Alphaeus’s son)
10. Thaddaeus
11. Simon the Zealot
12. Judas Iscariot
Then he looked up the Gospel of Mark. 1. Simon (renamed Peter)
2. James (the sons of Zebedee or sons of thunder)
3. John (the sons of Zebedee or sons of thunder)
4. Andrew
5. Philip
6. Bartholome
7. Matthew
8. Thomas
9. James (the son of Alphaeus)
10. Thaddaeus
11. Simon the Zealot
12. Judas Iscariot
Next he looked up the Gospel of Luke. 1. Simon (also called Peter)
2. Andrew (Simon’s brother)
3. James
4. John
5. Philip
6. Bartholomew
7. Matthew
8. Thomas
9. James (son of Alphaeus)
10. Simon the Zealot
11. Judas (son of James)
12. Judas Iscariot
Eddie studied the lists carefully.The order of the apostles changed depending on which gospel was used, but Philip was always listed fifth. A strong Jesus connection. Five. Could it mean Philip? Is this Charlotte saying that I was the apostle
Philip in a previous lifetime? Eddie’s best guess based on the clues he had was that the connection with the number five had to be Philip.
Well, this seems a bit mind blowing to say the least. The apostle Philip? How could that be? Eddie thought. There is no way that could be possible. There must be a different answer than that. There are churches all over the world named after this guy. No way could I and the apostle Philip be the same soul in different lifetimes. Get the hell out of here! Not a snowball’s chance in hell this is the answer! Eddie chuckled to himself and continued his quest.
That night, Eddie had a dream.
He saw a great city full of tall buildings with thousands of people in it. There was a marketplace full of shops full of vendors selling their wares. It looked like the scene out of a movie, something thousands of years ago. The air was filled with the aroma of fruits and vegetables as old men were bartering their produce when all at once, he heard a trumpet blast sound throughout the entire city. The people stopped what they were doing and proceeded to kneel on the ground facing east.
Eddie turned to the direction of their prayers and saw a titanic snake hover over the city. It had a black head with an expanded hood like a cobra’s, a red body, and a silver tail. Two horns protruded out of this great snake. It opened its mouth, and fire was shot forth. It lifted itself to its full stature and began to survey the crowd, moving its head back and forth. It almost looked like a giant dragon to Eddie except it was without wings. It spotted some priests dressed in black who began to move toward the snake. The priests were chanting something unidentifiable to him.
They were carrying a small, frightened child on a gurney, who looked to be about two years old, dressed in a white robe. The little boy was bound and gagged. The snake eyed up the little child with relish, hissing with pleasure.
Oh my god,they are going to feed this lovely child to this hideous monster. Eddie knew he had to act fast. He unsheathed his sword, which was somehow labeled Sword of Truth, and yelled to the snake, “Come get me, you bastard!”
The snake noticed Eddie, hissed, and then lunged its enormous head toward him.
With one fell swoop, Eddie struck the snake between the eyes, splitting its head wide open. With a magnificent crash, the snake toppled itself over, its head landing near the marketplace where Eddie was standing.
Immediately the crowd was outraged and rushed toward Eddie.
“Why are you angry with me?” asked Eddie to the oncoming masses.
“You’ve killed our god!” shouted the men closes
t to Eddie. “Crucify him!” yelled some others.
They began to tie him up upside down to this cross when Eddie opened his eyes and looked around the room.
It was just a dream. Looking at the pillow, he noticed it was soaked with perspiration.
“What the hell was that all about?” Eddie asked to himself as he made himself to the bathroom to do his daily morning ritual.
The dream was so lucid that he thought nothing else but it the entire day. That afternoon, he got on the Internet and looked up everything he could about a giant snake matching the one in his dream. He searched and searched but found nothing. He found many large snakes, but none to fit the description of some snake god that people seemed to sacrifice children to. It gave him an uneasy feeling, one he couldn’t shake himself from.
June 24, 2014
Sydney, New South Wales, Australia
“But, Mommy, they’ll come back!” said Joan.
“Oh, don’t be silly darling,” said Elizabeth. Joan was worried that if she didn’t talk to Eddie for a few days, then the bad guys as Joan called them would return.
Joan’s excitement all began when Eddie told Elizabeth that he would be going to the Electric Forest music festival in Rothbury, Michigan, on June 26–29, a four-day, Woodstocklike event that featured camping and lots of music. He had been looking forward to it ever since he received his tickets for the event in February.
It wasn’t the festival itself that bothered Joan, it was the fact that she wouldn’t be able to talk to Eddie for four days. He had told her that there wouldn’t be any cell phone service because it was held in the middle of a forest with no service available.
Ever since that night that Eddie had slain Joan’s and Jessica’s monsters, it became a habit that he would have to call them before they went to sleep and tuck them to bed through the phone. The twins felt much safer knowing that their daddy was watching over them while they slept.While they had practiced this nightly habit, those grey monsters had remained away. Now that Eddie was planning on being away for those four days, the twins were concerned that there would be a return. Elizabeth thought the whole thing to be ridiculous.