by Michael Corthell
Oh, what'll you do now, my blue-eyed son?
I'm a-Beijing.' back out 'fore the rain starts a-fallin',
I'll walk to the depths of the deepest black forest,
Where the people are many and their hands are all empty,
Where the pellets of poison are flooding their waters,
Where the home in the valley meets the damp dirty prison,
Where the executioner's face is always well hidden,
Where hunger is ugly, where souls are forgotten,
Where black is the color, where none is the number,
And I'll tell it and think it and speak it and breathe it,
And reflect it from the mountain so all souls can see it,
Then I'll stand on the ocean until I start sinkin',
But I'll know my song well before I start singin',
And it's a hard, it's a hard, it's a hard, it's a hard,
It's a hard rain's a-gonna fall.
It's cold, extremely cold. The Farmer's Almanac was correct, we will have the coldest winter since 1899. I am extremely grateful...
About a week ago, the day after Christmas, they all died. Died where they stood, sat or laid. No disease, no trauma they just stopped living. They quit like pulling a plug or popping out the batteries on the Energizer Bunny®.
They all died just like approximately 2 billion other souls that day. Here in the mountains it was 2:00 PM. On every continent, no race, no age, no gender was spared. And it was - still is - chaos.
My family is in the barn, wrapped in comforters and blankets. My dear wife, my children and a granddaughter. I can't bury them you see, it's too cold, the ground is frozen. In the Spring perhaps but for now I am extremely grateful.
I've been in meetings every day since the 26th. The first one was at Town Hall.
Police Chief Big Jim Taylor picked me up at about 5, he didn't look very big that day. Other police were there, half the fire department and the county coroner. They asked me: Why? What happened? Who did this? What do we do? I didn't tell them what happened or why - not yet anyway. Some do know the what and why, most don't. I tell them, First take care of the dead.
When I got home I went to the barn and prayed.
The next day was Concord and the Governors Council. The gov. was dead. Same questions, same answers from me. They are all mentally ill and it will take some time for them to recover - some won't.
I discuss mental health resources with the state director. He is concerned. I tell him to pray and find faith. He can't hear me.
On Friday she finally calls me directly. I say yes Madam President. ''What do you think, aliens''? She's still a fool after all my council.
I told her and her predecessor and her husband that it wouldn't be what everyone thinks. I used the words you will be amazed. Evidently a stronger word was in order. Astounded possibly. Indeed.
What I am speaking about is the Rapture of the Church.
Everything is as it should be in the present but things rarely happen just as we envision - no matter how clearly the message is transmitted. Even I am astounded and I was given this mission when I was 3.
I am blessed.
The friendly 'man' came to me in the fall of 1955. I called him Rock. He told me things. Myths and monsters, angels and wars - people, places, books and coming surprises. I can't say that I understood right then and there but I did get the picture in the fall of 1962.
'Duck! and Cover!' the teacher said. The missiles of October. We did that drill everyday. Miss Marks always looked worried...and scared. I told her that nothing will happen. She said, How do you know sweetie? God says it's not time yet. She believed.
I knew then. I remembered and understood everything Rock told me.
not too far from hell
You wonder how far
the angel fell....
....the oil and the wine
remain as a sign
with barley cheap
the bread is dear
I am home for one day. I have to prepare for another overseas adventure. I will be away for at least a week. I'm happy to be away from home.
I have made arrangements to have my family moved to an ancient mausoleum in Whiteworth. I miss them.
I walk through my home. I look at the photographs. I look at my children, my wife, my parents. I look in all the bedrooms. I look at their empty clothes. I cry.
Tomorrow I must make yet another trip as the 'invisible man'. My transparency is about to end however. I don't look forward to the loss of it, not at all, anonymity is a great advantage. In early 2006 it was very helpful...
...The car arrives at 1:00pm. I will be flying out of Pease in Newington.
''Jerusalem a heavy weight
don’t miss the sign...
It’s too late
All who try to move it
are cut to pieces
A Sharon Rose
loses it’s thorns''
At 5am I arrive at Ben-Gurion Airport. FM Silvan Shalom meets me we take a short drive to meet David.
As I walk in the room I catch the PM out of the corner of my eye. He's looking at me like I'm the man of sin. Maybe I am. Grigori perhaps. I smile at the thought.
The true reason I suspect is that I'm a 'half-breed'. I am Jewish but only on my father's side. So in this man's eyes I could be worse than a goy. Plus I tell him things he doesn't want to know. I will tell David to go to his ranch this morning and stay there.
He won't like my message today. The Codes. They scare him as they do most who don't truly know. I'm here to present him with a full report on their authenticity. The research and the certification were done by the good folks at Langley. I helped...a bit.
I land back at Pease the next day. The world is a mess but it's the darkness before the light.
My mission was a success. The PM accepted the report as true. He understood the 4 dimensional nature of the codes. He made the analogy of a Rubik's Cube and called the codes, the living code. He's is correct. He also announced his resignation. The ranch looks good.
...That was then. 7 years ago. Now I go to Washington and stand up....
to be continued....