Tears of Knowledge is a fiction story. In no way should the writing of this book change your way of thinking.
Tears of Knowledge is about two secret groups of people from the beginning of time, who have been able to harness the knowledge from the Tree of Knowledge of Good and Evil.
To rule the world.
This secret group controls the world.
Their influence spans all wars, religions, presidents, kings, queens, and religious powers.
They are unseen and unheard. Their intent is to change the world for personal gains.
They have been around for thousands of years.
Unknown to others, these two secret groups are at war with each other.
Their main goal is to destroy one another for the “knowledge of the tear.”
Their power of knowledge is so vast that they can control everything that the world has ever known.
The knowledge possessed by this group is unbelievable.
So, why would God allow this to go on since the beginning of mankind?
These secret groups have the power to understand God’s plan and they feel that they are the chosen people.
They belong to no ethnicity color or special group.
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Zackary (Good) and Omar (Evil) have been battling each other since the beginning of time.
This secret is only known to the members of the order of “The Keeper of the Knowledge.”
There are two separate groups: Good, of Zackary, and Evil, of Omar. They have the power of knowledge.
Zackary represents good and Omar represents evil. They should not have been created.
Only through abomination could this happen.
Good and Evil were created when Adam and Eve disobeyed “The Lord God.”
Excerpt
Chapter 1
Awareness
As I was lying in this strange bed with my eyes closed, it was as though I may have been dreaming.
I could hear a woman’s voice over and over again, saying, “Wake up. Wake up. Wake up, sweetie.”
I wondered, what the hell is wrong with this woman?
Who is she?
Why is she repeating her words?
Can’t she see that my eyes are open?
I was staring right at her.
She was so close to my face that I thought she was going to kiss me.
Her beautiful smile was so wide that it seemed to cover her entire face.
Her voice was soft and low.
She was a very young, attractive white woman with a deep dark tan and long, curly brown hair.
Her breath smelled like mint.
I could see her name tag clearly Hurley Hospital-registered nurse, Caroline Furmore.
I remembered that she was the nurse who had first treated me when I was admitted to Hurley Hospital’s intensive care unit (ICU).
“Mr. Lasters, I am going to roll you over and give you a shot for your pain,” she said.
I wondered why she was giving me a pain shot when I wasn’t feeling any pain.
But I didn’t say a word and just let her do her job.
I wanted to get out of here.
She proceeded to roll me over on my stomach with ease.
I was now looking around the room and became more aware of my surroundings.
I could see my wife Donna and her best friend Gail in the doorway of my hospital room.
I could hear them whispering as Nurse Furmore was about to give me a pain shot, which I felt I didn’t need.
“Mr. Lasters, I am done,” Nurse Furmore said in a low, almost whispering voice.
She is good, I thought.
I hadn’t felt a thing.
I didn’t say a word as she rolled me over on my back.
I looked around the hospital room and sensed that there was someone else in the room.
As my eyes focused and adjusted, at first, I couldn’t make out this shallowly figure; it was as though he had just appeared out of nowhere.
He was a tall man whom I didn’t recognize. He had this strange look on his face like he knew me.
I noticed that he had a large black leather briefcase up against his chest; he was holding it very tightly with both arms.
The briefcase looked as though it had seen its days.
I wondered who he was.
Maybe he worked here at the hospital.
I just stared at this stranger while trying to listen to what Donna and Gail were talking about.
I wondered why they were whispering and not coming closer to talk to me.
Nobody else seemed to have noticed this strange man.
I started to stare at the only window in my hospital room.
There were two little sparrows on the ledge.
They were flapping their wings like they were in a contest to see who could flap the fastest and longest.
One of the birds flew away while the other stayed and stared at me, as though we were both in a trance.
I started wondering if this bird knew anything about me.
I then realized that silly bird can’t communicate with a human.
Then I began thinking about the last 13 years of my life.
I had learned that anything was possible.
I knew and understood things about life that a layperson wouldn’t understand.
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Reviews for "Tears of Knowledge"
Reviewed by Laura H.
10/5/2021
This is a fascinating and original premise of writing about good and evil.
The book is certainly one that when you start--you will not put down until the last page is read.
Looking for a gift for that person who has everything, think about giving them this book.
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