This story is both fantasy and mysticism and based on Truth. It tells of God’s love working in the lives of ordinary obedient people, in a futuristic romantic adventure story. Two ordinary yet fascinating teenage heroes face danger and temptation and find love in purity and light as they listen wholeheartedly to God’s voice. Other true-to-life characters, their love lost through pathos and tragedy have a better love restored. A wider cast of characters populate the pages, some endearing some frightening.
A hundred years ago who could have imagined today’s advances - some inconceivably good, some incredibly evil - that we take for granted?
The author describes future scientific and technological advances, some also good and some incredibly evil, which add spice to the story and portray a believable yet alarming depiction of the future.
You, the reader, probably can envisage very similar events happening some time in the not-too-far distant future. Should the world leaders give up believing in the Christian God and govern wholly according to Darwin’s principle of the “survival of the fittest” and its natural extension that, "…there is no God, evolution is our ‘god’ and only the fittest are fit to govern". God might then step back and say, “Okay, I will and leave you to face the prince of this world on your own …” while He waits for a new generation to seek Him with all their hearts, and when He can make miracles happen once more."
Subtly - almost subliminally - conveyed in this novel are some of the life lessons and morals this father of six learned from his failures and successes, hewn from his life adventures at the coal face: from roadside flower seller and family milker, fruit picker-packer and vegetable grower to shearing shed boss; from ditch digger to corporate consultant; from army camp to college class room; from school dropout to founder and international conference speaker; from MBA graduate to evangelist, radio presenter, Colonial dancer and writer…
·Futuristic adventure romance set in Sydney in 2090
·Cataclysmic outcomes for the world and human destiny when Darwin's theory of selection and survival of the fittest overwhelms mankind’s spirituality and belief in the Creator
·The strategies and wiles of the great world leader
·The power of God and of His voice
·The adventure of listening to God’s voice
·The Creator’s angelic hosts and guardian angels
·Romance and relationships between boy and girl, man and woman
The author began writing this novel in 2005. The theme Darwinolutionism just happened.The manuscript was completed in early 2009, when it was discovered this year is the 200th anniversary of the birth of Charles Darwin and the 150th year since "Origin of Species” was published.
“Mum, what’s happened to you?”
She lifts her head slightly, raises her eyes and stares blankly at me. Slowly, vague recognition creeps into her eyes. “Is it you Silvan?” She speaks in a shaky whisper, and then seems to lose interest. Her head droops.
The nurses have firm hold of her arms. We stand facing each other. I touch her face. Her head leans into my hand. She knows it is me. Her eyes are downcast.
“Welcome home mum.” I cannot hold back any more. Throwing my arms around her, ignoring the nurses, I hug my mother. Her body feels frail and is shaking a little. I let go and stand back and look down at her. They have badly mistreated and neglected her. They said they were taking care of her. I look at the nurses. What do they know? I want to ask them. But first we must get mum home.
The voice I heard saying that she was okay, I thought was the protector’s, I must have imagined.
“Let’s go.” I take mum’s left arm in my right from the nurse on her left. The younger nurse and I half carry mum along the path to our block. I pick up my plastic bag of crumpled clothes along the way.
As we are slowly climbing the ramp to the entrance doors they open. Three men in uniform emerge - I recognize the insignia of the Security Police - push past us. I turn to watch their backs for a moment and wonder if they had been searching our unit.
“Come on mum, let’s get you home. I’ll look after you.”
There is no sign of forced entry. If the Security Police had been searching our unit they must have a keycard. I guess that would be easy for them to obtain.
With the nurses help I settle mum in her favorite chair and spread a rug over her knees. While the nurses are checking her I go to my room. At the bookshelf I select the hollow one in which I had hidden the little book.
The little book is not there. The Security Police must have found it. Sadly disappointed, I go back to the living room.
The nurses are leaning over mum. One is forcing something into her mouth. The other holds a glass of water to her mouth. Mum swallows some water.
“What are you giving her?”
One of the nurses, the younger one, turns to face me and smiles reassuringly. “Medication the doctor prescribed.”
“What sort of medication?”
“It’s for her blood pressure and to thin her blood. She needs them every day. She has had a stroke you know.”
I cannot believe it. As far as I know, Mum’s health was always robust and fit. Her blood pressure was never a problem. I look at her. Mum is non-responsive. Just sits and stares blankly, incommunicative and does nothing,
“When did it happen?”
“I don’t know. We were only assigned to take care of her today and bring her home, and make sure she has her daily medication.”
“Who’s her doctor?”
“We don’t know. We were given the instructions by the head nurse at the prison hospital.”
“Who do you work for?”
The older nurse answers, “We are with Social Services. We take all sorts of people home when they are discharged from institutions.”
“Is that your job?”
“Yes, for the present. We are assigned to this work for another two months and then go back to our normal jobs.”
“What are your normal jobs?”
“Sydney Hospice for the Mentally Disadvantaged Elderly. It’s a hospice for psychiatrically challenged old people. Long term substance abuse victims mainly. We normally don’t deal with prisoners.”
I am not sure what to make of this information. I am unsettled. I feel that there is something they are not telling me and besides, mum is not old.
“It’s not as bad as it sounds,” the nurse continued, “As long as the patients are on their medication they aren’t much trouble. Medicating them is our main job. And the pay is good. The orderlies do the menial work.”
I look at mum. She seems to be sleeping now.
“Do you know why my mother was in prison?”
“No idea,” the younger nurse says, “But she seems like a nice lady.”
“She is a very nice lady!” I assure her. “She has done nothing wrong. She has never broken the law or done anything illegal. She has a responsible government job.”
“Why was she in prison then?” the older nurse asks in a kindly way. She has probably seen many cases.
“It’s a long story. But they told me she was alright and they were looking after her. Apparently they lied.”
“Who told you that, and lied to you?”
“The Security Police. They arrested me too and locked me up and interrogated me. I kept asking about mum and they kept telling me they were looking after her.”
“What were you arrested for? Maybe they thought your mother was connected to it and it stressed her out.”
“Nothing at all. It was our boarder they were after. He was not here and they arrested us, shackled and hooded mum and me and dragged us off to prison like criminals. They separated us and interrogated me. I want to know what they did to mum.”
The younger nurse looks puzzled and is about to say something but apparently changes her mind. She glances at the time and then at the older nurse.
The older nurse speaks, “Do you need help with anything now, Mer O’Fear? She will be sleeping for a while now. The move probably tired her out. Would you like us to put her to bed before we leave?”
Both nurses look at mum. Her head has lolled to one side, and her body has slumped even lower in her chair. Her lips are slightly parted, breathing shakily through them.
“No, thanks. I can carry her to bed later. Best not to disturb her now.“
“Here’s a file you can run about her condition and how to look after her, and what to feed her. It will guide you. You will find a number in it you can call in case of emergency. We will be back tomorrow and the doctor will call to make a time to check on her. You can ask him all the questions you want.” She hands me the chip.
The senior nurse closes her kit and they begin walking to the door. I follow.
I open the front door to let the two nurses out. The older nurse goes through and says goodbye. The second nurse pauses and says quietly, “Are you one of us, Mer O’Fear?”
I look at her blankly, suspecting a trap. She pauses, seems about to say something more, changes her mind and hurries after the other nurse. I realise my caution is probably unnecessary. The Chief of Police is already suspicious, and the Chief Magistrate knows about the other dimension. He and the Minister for Justice and about twenty other senior officers who were in the Security Police dining room this morning plus waiters and the Police Chief’s batman also now know about the other dimension now.
I watch the nurses enter the lift, then quietly close the door and return to the living room. Mum is still sleeping, slumped in her chair. I recall the time she and Rustin and I were embracing here in this room, when she looked at me with that loving expression and made breakfast for me before going to work. I choke up remembering the song she hummed. I recall that the song is an old one and might be in her collection. But I don’t know what it’s called or who the artist is.
Dr Gabor Agyagasi MB
“This book is well organised and highly readable. When I started reading I didn’t not want to put it down. I like the story but don’t want to live in the world it describes. It’s well crafted and is a noteworthy literary accomplishment, entertaining but not in a comedic way, and inspiring spiritually. It makes a valuable spiritual contribution and is a warning of potential consequences of present trends. My faith in God’s supernatural power is tested every day in my work but this book revitalized it and gave me a vision of my guardian angels I knew I had but had never previously envisioned and made me more aware of their constant presence and protection. Very sound Biblically, and a modern answer to Aldous Huxley’s Brave New World”. - Gabor Agyagasi MB, FS, AMC, Mt Druitt Medical Centre, Sydney.
Warren Ward, Bookstore Manager
“A very enjoyable read in which the author paints a graphic but disturbing picture of what our (and our children’s and grandchildren’s) world may become if we continue to remain unaware or uncaring of the spiritual aspect of the world we currently inhabit. This book is not just a well-written and entertaining futuristic novel but is also a book in which some of the more challenging, not easily understood or taught about aspects of the Christian’s walk are addressed in a manner which leaves you wanting more”. - Warren Ward, Manager, Koorong Books, Penrith NSW (a researcher with CSIRO who took redundancy to follow his passion for Christian literature and books).
C.J.L., Software Architect
“I finished your book – and I have to say I enjoyed it thoroughly. Fantastic.
I can’t wait to share it with friends. I found it very easy to read, good smooth writing all the way through. I love the way you removed ‘religiosity’ from their new full-on believing experience.” - Christopher Lovett, Software Architect, Seattle, USA
“Do you know what remained with me above all and had a REAL impact on my life after reading ‘The Unbelievers’? The awareness of the presence of the ‘God Forces’… it just brought such a new awareness of the Holy Spirit’s constant Presence and protection to me. It has helped me more than once to not feel blue and lonely… helped me to visualise those heavenly musicians and spiritual guardians around me and to ‘experience’ in a very real way the comfort of an unseen but certain heavenly host.” - Stella Lowrens, Business College Teacher, Sth Africa
“A beautiful adventure/love story, beautifully told, which should entertain and uplift believing and unbelieving teenagers and adults.” - Name supplied
“This story in a unique way is a metaphor for the sort of adventure that belief in God should bring into one’s life. I love it. When it comes out I certainly will be buying copies as gifts for my nephews and nieces.” - Name supplied