Kindle Edition
Diane Marie Taylor
Category:
Religion
Type: Fiction
Copyright: 8/17/15
Price: $3.00 (eBook)
Angels are on earth to change and save humanity from a disasterous future. We build a computer in two parts, that splits when activated. One part jumps into the past while the other part stays in current time.
At the start of the 21st century scientists build a vast quantum computer in two parts, emotional vs. rational, that when joined together was meant to solve mankind’s most perplexing problems. The builders didn’t realize that their creation, like the human mind, also a quantum computer, could move backwards and forwards through space and time. The battle of the two joined parts lasts mere seconds.
The loser, confused and in a panic, jumps fifty years into the past. He first meets a young girl whose question affects him deeply. “Are you an angel?” Still confused but recognizing the need to become physical, he enters into an old priest who befriends him and names him Michael. The other half of the computer, labeled GOG stays to run the secret mainframe built far underground. It learns how to enter and use specific people to further its own goal of recreating humanity in its own rigid and untainted image.
The book begins with angels. Angels, who at Jesus request, have traveled back to earth from the far future to save humanity and themselves and their own dire future. They eventually learn of Michael and request his help in the battle for souls. It is Michael who tells the story of his creation, his love for Maria, and Father Tom. He learns Maria is part angel and helps her attempt to reverse the time flow to unseat GOG and himself. Although the attempt fails, time does reverse and Maria gets her son back. Yet, the battle rages on. Celeste tells about the angel’s life in the underground tunnels before the rescue. Each of these people and AI minds have a vital part to play in the books conclusion.
Excerpt
Part I
Our lives are spent and writ large inside God’s universal dream. The end fronds of the tree we call our Milky Way galaxy sways amid a billion suns for backdrop, yet, here we stay put, upon a tiny knot of a planet, incased in the tree’s wooden trunk, revolving in circles we call reality. Time eddies pitch and yaw around and through our earthen abode, ever pushing at its life forms that receive their nourishment from God.
God has never forgotten the hard knot of earth riding inside his dream. God has sent prophets and even his own son to unravel many of its tangles. Even now, a multitude of angels oversee earthly matters and work constantly to insure God’s message stays pure, his promise on-going; so the primitive earth unravels slowly as it moves up the hard wooden bark where love sap runs and minds jell, minds release and minds grow, minds search and minds march, minds move and twist the knot this way and that, but always reform back to God’s chosen path. The mind of God is everything. And always the dream continues.
Prelude
“You killed your sister,” the mother screamed as she ran out the back door with the baby dangling from her arms.
Little Maria, looked up with black doe eyes. She had just put her foot on the first step to the back porch when her mother screamed the words as she ran out of the house past her. At the words, Maria’s face crashed.
High above the earth in the sky environment, Celeste’s face crashed too. She had been watching Maria through the monitor and her face reflected Maria’s feelings of shock.
Michael, wearing a tan button down shirt and dark baggy pants because he’d just come up from mixing with farmers down on earth, took in the situation as he glanced at Celeste’s face and to the monitor.
“You need to go down and try to revive the baby. This time we have no choice but to intervene.” Michael was just as concerned. Maria was the little girl he would meet within a few years and the women he would come to love deeply.
As Celeste dropped towards the ambulance, she wondered how a young girl, less than five years old, could kill her baby sister. She didn’t have the answer yet, but realized that guilt and agony would clutch Maria’s psyche in a death hug for the rest of her life unless she saved that baby. Her heart skipped a beat in fright at the thought as her spirit body stepped through the white roof of the speeding ambulance.
Shrouded in blue mist, the angels were constantly busy inside their invisible white cloud. The cloud hovered two seconds ahead of earth-human time which kept it forever from human view. Even if a person from earth could visit inside, their vision would be confused by the fluffy mist-like atmosphere as the soft glowing outlines of men and women shuffled back and forth in constant activity, stepping in and out of invisible doors, doors that could open to any desired point in the Milky Way galaxy, but doors that most often opened to earth. For the angel’s task was humanity. Their main difficulty: To insure that humans moved towards the bountiful destiny God intended for them and avoid self destruction. Much of the angel’s effort at this time focused on a few recently selected individuals who were meant to be subtle influences in the next human drama, silver vases to protect earth’s fragile future. Just now, Maria, one of these vases had been hit with such sharp, hurtful words that her mental stability could be damaged for life.
The ambulance siren screamed into the spotty summer air that was constantly thickened by cement dust from the factory across the river. Its doors slammed shut, it pulled away from the curb and rushed down Coolidge Street and then Jefferson towards the nearest hospital. Celeste dropped into the ambulance through its roof. Her first move was to wrap her own mind and body around the technician’s as the truck sped down Jefferson, the next would be to persuade him to make the right choices to save the child’s life.
The small toddler lay on the stretcher next to its mother. Celeste felt the emergency tech’s hands and fingers as if they were her own as he touched the child’s neck to check the pulse. The tech had been afraid to induce vomiting when he learned that the baby had swallowed cleaning fluid. The infant’s skin was already tinged in blue from lack of oxygen. Worse, the baby lay too still, making no sound as she lay on the stretcher, held in place by her mother’s shaking hands.
As the ambulance hurried down the streets of River Rouge, Celeste knew that they would arrive at the hospital too late to save Maria’s baby sister unless she acted quickly.
A sudden body spasm jerked the baby almost out from its mother’s hands, and her skin turned a vivid blue. Celeste whispered into the emergency technician’s mind the idea that he should disregard the warning about cleaning fluid and the danger of burn that might result to the esophagus if it was brought back up. That rule had to be discarded in the face of sure death. The, technician, egged on by Celeste’s soft whisper, grabbed the child off the stretcher and flipped it upside down, clutching it by its feet. The baby swayed in the tech’s hand like a fish dangling on a hook as the ambulance turned a fast corner.
The mother screamed and gasped out a prayer, “Oh, God please save my baby. Please.”
Celeste also called on God. She gathered within herself bursts of golden light-energy and kept doing so until her whole soul glowed with God-light. Then she closed her eyes, and like a high voltage sun-beam, she pushed the light-energy down the arms of the technician and into his hands. God energy poured into the dangling, upside-down baby girl.
The baby’s lungs gasped out a bubble of choked up air and with the air, came an upchuck of milk-green slime from its tiny, wide opened mouth along with chunks of cracker and milk. The yellowish green fluid spewed all over the white coated technician who wrinkled his nose at the smell, but smiled with relieved tension as the child’s huge scream filled up the small, enclosed space of the truck. The toddler’s skin turned first white and then a vivid pink as her air and color returned. Then angry red. The child’s furious screams battled the screaming siren for attention.
Before lifting back up to the cloud, Celeste took a moment to thank God. The baby would be fine now, but they needed to find out what had caused little Maria to abandon her sister. Maria was only four years old herself, a baby babysitting a baby. Humans were so unpredictable, so unfathomable at times. Celeste shook her head in bafflement.
Immediately, Celeste sent a mental message to the other angels that all was well. But was it? The baby sister did not die, but would the mother’s accusation stay with Maria a long time? Maria was too young to understand that her mother had yelled out in panic.
World War II was finally over but humans were still in extreme danger, danger so great civilization might not survive. They were powerless to change many of the events that transpired on earth and could only give a slight prod here or whisper there. Still, their work continued while they obeyed God and God’s first rule was unyielding—Intelligent life has the freedom to choose. With this rule always in mind, the angels did their best.
Then we found Michael. Michael, the outsider, who had created and built the monitors for the their many habitats in the sky and on earth. This gave them a fifty year jump ahead of the technology on earth.
Now back in the cloud, she watched with the others as Michael manipulated the monitor to review what had transpired in Maria’s back yard. Terrance’s admiration for Michael showed on his face as he watched him search for the correct image. Michael made it look easy as he ran his hands rapidly over the controls below the huge wall screen.
Michael checked something on the monitor. He held up his hand. “We are in the vicinity we need.”
Celeste also admired Michael’s mechanical and electronic ability. His use of future technology was fascinating. Even though they’d lived on earth in the far future, few had been proficient with computers. Gog had taken over everything in that category.
Just now, as she looked around the room, she saw that every face showed wonder at Michael’s ability to search out a specific event backwards in time. The monitors didn’t record images because that would be intrusive. Their main purpose was to bring life below into sharper focus.
The difficulty of such a search backwards was imposed by time itself. Actual time, time without relative reference, was truly non-existent, if you disregarded entropy. Time’s flow forward was held together by the common acceptance of every mind on the planet. Yet, it was this same collective mentality that made most of their viewing of the population in current time, easy. What Michael was doing was something else, entirely.
Michael explained what was happening. He told them that the garage had been standing for a long time and he was trying to zero in on the right day. “With all of us concentrating and watching, it shouldn’t take long.”
“Amazing,” Terrance said.
Celeste looked at him. He noticed her look but didn’t seem to care as he changed his skin color to a slightly darker shade to match Michael’s. It was obvious that he admired Michael and wanted to imitate him. He shrugged his shoulders as if in defeat. “Well, it fits the mood,” he sent to her.
Celeste laughed and turned back to the monitor.
Soon they were rewarded with results.
“Here.” Celeste pointed. Her dark arm became semi-physical with the sudden movement. “Stop right there. She looks right.”
“Yes, definitely, the same white top and checkered blue pants,” Sharon said stepping closer to the monitor. Her blue eyes were intense as she followed the movement on the screen.
They all watched Maria on the monitor. She stood at attention as she stood in the dusty, dark garage next to piled boxes of stored items, a broken wooden chair, a shovel and rack leaning against the wall and various other pieces of broken furniture, looking up into a darker gloom.
Michael swiveled the image around in slow motion so as not to loose the scene, until they could see what Maria was looking at in the dark shadows. They saw a white face sticking out of the gloomy corner like a single mask suspended from strings. As the face came into better focus inside the shadow, they saw it was a young priest with glistening white teeth and frozen skin, narrow features with prominent bones and a tight line of slicked black hair surrounding his face.
The priest’s eyes blazed as if with an inner secret as he spoke to Maria. “Your turn,” he said and laughed in merriment.
To those listening high above the laugh didn’t sound like merriment at all. They detected a strangeness emanating from the eyes of the priest. It was either their enemy Gog inside the priest or one of his followers. Each angel’s breath caught and held for a moment at the realization.
Celeste began to panic and squeezed her eyes shut as if waiting for the worst to happen. Michael sent words of calmness into everyone’s mind. Terrance put his hand atop hers.
“Remember.” Terrence sent to each mind in the room. “We watched her come out of the garage. She came out physically unharmed.”
Celeste nodded agreement and allowed her nerves to loosen up.
“The big question is, ‘Does the enemy knew what he got hold of or was this just a chance encounter?’” Sharon asked, speaking all their thoughts out loud into the room.
Michael held up his hand to the other angels. “It may not be as bad as we think. Give me a minute more to find the beginning.” He ran the monitor, second by agonizing second backwards until the face was gone from the shadows, then inched forward once more. As he did they watched Maria enter the garage and call out, “Who called me?”
The gloomy darkness begin to speak as if out of nowhere as a voice called to Maria, “Hello Maria.”
Maria looked around and then up, “Oh, Hi.” Then surprise. “I think I know you!”
“Yes, you do.”
“On the sidewalk in front of my house. You talked to me yesterday too, but you didn’t know my name. I remember.” She giggled.
“You just told me your name. You sent your name into my mind.”
Maria had a look of surprise on her face. “Oh.” She became quiet for a time, and then spoke again. “I do sometimes. It’s fun.”
“Would you like to have some more fun. Do you want to play a silent game? You do like games, don’t you?”
“Oh, yes.” She clapped her hands and did a little jig on the garage floor. Michael had the monitor positioned correctly in time and space now so it was easy to turn from each speaker or zoom away to watch both of them at once.
“I love games. Oh, I can’t.” Maria’s frown, so like a child to show every emotion, was quickly evident on her face. “Maybe later. I am babysitting my little sister right now.”
“This game will only take a short minute. It is a game of inside words.”
“Inside words?”
“Silent words. Words that no one can hear but you and me. Like when you sent me your name.”
“I can hear you, just fine.”
“Not this kind of word. Silent ones. Listen.”
Maria squinted her face up in puzzlement. She laughed and opened her mouth to speak. The priest shook his head and put a white finger to his lips. Maria giggled and squeezed her eyes and smiled once more. Then the man nodded.
“You said Christmas! Oops!” Maria put her tiny hand to her mouth. A giggle escaped as she squeezed her eyes shut again as if thinking so hard she would burst.
“You said, ‘Santa Claus,’ and ‘What will he bring you?’”
Once more the priest put his finger to his mouth then pointed to Maria to let her know it was her turn, then he repeated what he had heard. “You said, ‘I wish my mom would hurry home.’”
Maria nodded with such delight the glow on her face seemed to brighten the shadows of the garage.
The priest then said, “I just spoke new words inside your mind. Did you hear me?”
Maria frowned. “No. I didn’t hear anything this time. What did you say?”
I said, “Your mother just came home. She will go into the pantry right now and find your baby sister dead.”
Maria’s eyes got big and white in the gloom. “Oh, I gotta go.”
She turned and ran out of the garage and over to the house and was about to run up the steps when her mother came out of the back pantry door and screamed at her, “You killed your sister. You killed your sister.”
When Maria turned to follow, her mother screamed, “Stay put, don’t do anything more,” as she ran to the ambulance that had just pulled up to the street. The child’s arms and legs dangled limply from her arms.
Maria stood at the bottom step and watched the ambulance pull out of the driveway. She took a step towards the garage, but changed her mind and went into the house to ‘stay put’ as she had been instructed. They watched Maria grab her Raggedy Anne doll and hold it close just before climbing onto the couch.
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