Nimrod Rising - Unsought Gifts Part Two

There are many today who see the unusual events that are even now causing the world to take notice of the diabolical happenings that raise the blood levels of millions of people around the world. America has been attacked. We are engaged in a seemingly endless struggle against dark forces that never tire of inflicting their torment upon the globe. People are now in fear and have started to hoard food, forcing stores to limit purchases. Today, the evil of the Culture of Death is pushing abortion on demand, gay marriage and euthanasia; things that would have been inconceivable in a forgone day.

Recently, I spoke with one of my readers about how similar various sections of Nimrod Rising are to what actually happened on September 11, 2001. I agreed with her and then went on to tell her that even though the similarity is very great, the sections of Nimrod Rising about which she was speaking were actually written in 1996. Of course, she did not believe me, and I understand why it is difficult to accept such a revelation that seemed too far-fetched to accept when there are seemingly no answers. Yet, there are answers to why we now walk in concern and fear for what the world will face in the future and why it is happening. What I wrote and what we have seen come to pass are really not as difficult to predict as one might think. There are plenty of sources, both biblical and extra-biblical that have predicted the various actions that will face the world at a time of great calamity and change. What we face today is in reality nothing less than the birth pangs of a new world, one that will be free of terror and strife, one controlled by a benevolent despot who will restrain evil and build security for his people. Yet, just as a mother suffers great pain and hardship prior to holding her new little life in her arms, so also, the world will experience massive sorrow and will walk in the valley of death before peace and sanctuary are established on the Earth.

Now, read the rest of Nimrod Rising - Unsought Gifts Part Two and feel watch iniquity and wickedness firmly dig in their claws of the evil one into Alex Maefield’s soul as he finally succumbs to the wrenching call of the forces of darkness. It's as real as it gets!

Nimrod Rising - Unsought Gifts Part Two

1995

It was now 4:30 p.m. The team had already sat down for an early evening meal of Ghobbi-Ghosht. Meat with cauliflower curry was one of Alex’s favorite Pakistani dishes. Everyone was relaxing before the all night trip back to Lahore. While the food was being prepared, Alex could smell its aroma as he sat outside the base compound under a large papaya tree in the back courtyard. Alex desired so desperately to sit down with all the team members and just tell them that he was in trouble! He wanted to tell them everything that had happened to him in the past day, but he knew they were not that approachable. In fact, his inability to have this type of closeness where he could reach out for help with a certainty that he’d not get judgment instead made his work seem so futile and worthless. He and they were proclaiming a gospel of love concerning a God of understanding and mercy, and he was experiencing none of it! He knew what they were saying and how their tongues were wagging, “The boy’s possessed.” “He’s mentally ill.” “Alex needs to return home because he’s obviously lost and in need of salvation.” Perhaps, all the above were true, but weren’t they the ones who should lead him back to Elyon? Instead, he was left alone. Alex was fairly sure Mike Wakely would help him and reach out to him, but Alex knew there was no helping him. It was over. They were not his people. Alex had always suspected it. Today’s experience had simply confirmed it. Alex had left the Pakistani Day parade to do some research back at the team base.

When he got to the base, he went directly to the base library and began to scour the base library for reference books. Throughout the parade, he had felt that thing in his right eye squirming and groaning. It was clear that even Lucia had respected the worship he had received in the name of Allah! The devil was way too selfish and egotistical to tolerate another Elyon of any kind. Alex had always believed that the devil had persuaded himself that he was Elyon. Alex recalled the words of Vineyard founder, Rex Wagle, his mentor in the Vineyard, “The devil reads the book. The devil knows how it ends. The devil believes the book and still believes he can win. By any standard of sanity the old devil could be declared theologically insane!”

Alex knew, then, that he too had to be crazy because he knew suddenly where his allegiances really lay, and did he not know also how the book ended? It was clear to Alex that Abaddon felt so much more comfortable around the Muslims. Alex had long before realized that the Islamic God was Lucia. Though the spark of evil that Alex had received tantalized him and altered his commitments to the supernatural, he knew that the god of Islam could never be Elyon under a different name! The Elyon of the Bible was a God of love and desire who wanted to help his creation commune with Him. The Jihadists and the innocents, the children slaughtered not as collateral damage but rather as primary targets, could never be condoned or encouraged by neither Elyon nor the Branch. Yet, this so-called God of Islam, this idol had been infiltrated by the old Serpent and now was in the throws of building the Swarm. The war threats would completely shift and would bring about the day of the war of thunder that was now being prepared. This would be a war between the forces of evil and the Realm of Elyon that would be waged through the blood and bodies of mankind. It would be Allah vs. Elyon! Alex found a five-volume work called The International Bible Encyclopedia. He choose the first volume, A-E. He immediately looked up the name Abaddon. It bore light on what this creature was.

“Abaddon is said to be the keeper of the abyss or of the bottomless pit of Tenebre,” the book said. “During the tribulation period, this demonic guard will open up the abyss from which the Swarm of stinging creatures spoken of in the Revelation shall come to persecute those left upon the Earth.”

Alex lifted his head to contemplate what he had just read. He could see all the team members through the bases screened-in porch, seated at the table waiting for the curry. They were all staring at him, except for Sally. When his colleagues realized he was looking at them, they all turned their
heads away from him.

“They know, don’t they?” Alex thought. “They fear me…I fear myself!”

Somehow, he liked it. Alex turned his head away from the compound and felt a strong gust of wind crash into his face. As the wind continued past him, he heard that distinct voice whisper out at him in an echo that was like a vapor in its brevity: “Peygamber.” The wind caught the pages of the volume in his hands. The pages flipped forward until it stopped abruptly at the reference for “Antichrist.”

“The antichrist, the son of perdition, the Prince that shall come, the Lawless one, is spoken of in the Bible as the final, great one-world leader that shall unite a large portion of the world into one great world system of godlessness called New Babylon.”

Suddenly, the wind began to blow again. The pages flipped forward to the B section at the article, Babylon.

“Babylon was founded by the great warrior, Nimrod, the son of Cush, the great-grandson of the Patriarch, Noah. During the process of building a tower in defiance of Elyon, the Lord split the tongues of the people of the land of Shinar so that the work could not progress. Babylon later
became one of the four great empires prophesied by the prophet Daniel. Recently, archeologists have found a scroll called the Book of the Cave of Treasures that detailed Babylonian contentions that the world would be ruled from the land of Babylon and that a great plague shall erupt upon
the world not caused by war nor pestilence but by rage resulting from an over abundance of what can be clearly interpreted as terrorism.”

“The scroll also detailed that the second part of this scroll, which has never been found, would have to be placed into the crevice of the Mount of Olives just prior to the return of Christ to cause the mountain to split down the middle giving the people of Israel an area from which to flee from their pursuing enemies in the final battle of Armageddon. There is a lack of credence on the scroll theory, but it is said to have two possible purposes. The antichrist can use it to open the sealed door to the Garden of Elyon thereby allowing him to let Lucia eat of the Tree of Life and never die and become equal with Elyon. It is also widely believed that the second scroll will have the power to thwart the plans of the antichrist’s actions by placing it into the crevice of the Mount of Olives. This crevice
or crack was discovered in the Mount of Olives thirty years ago running from top to bottom”

Alex lifted his head. His eyes were open wide. He looked down at the book again.

“The city of Babylon today lies in ruins. Therefore, Babylon appears to be a symbolic reference to a world system.” Alex raised his head again. Abaddon really does exist! Alex knew he wasn’t just losing his mind. He looked down at the book again and saw a small piece of paper stuck in the center as a bookmark. Alex pulled it out and read it:

“Do you believe me now, Manassa Dormin? You must go to Basra!”

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Because Nimrod Rising is a vast story of International significance, my setting is really two/fold. Steven Clark Bradley spent a large portion of his life in the cradle of civilization. This book should be read because it will speak to us about where we are going and what will be our consequences to bad actions in the future. It is a real treatise on America. Take a look at "Nimrod Rising - A Remnant Remains"There is a always a faithful remnant. On which side will you be?

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Alex’s hands began to shake violently. There was a presence. It was there, but somehow wasn’t. Alex could see it, but somehow couldn’t. Alex squinted to make out the sight that was, but somehow was not. He reached out to touch the aberration that had appeared before him as real as touching his own arm, but as non-existent as a voice in the wind. The team members were sitting on the screened in porch doing some Christian gossiping. Christine Harris walked in from the kitchen with an harmful of place settings. She looked through the screening and stared at Alex. As Alex sat in his chair under the papaya tree reaching out to the cloudy image, Christine could only stare at him, frozen while she dropped the spoons and forks on the floor.

“There is something deeply wrong with that young man!”

The rest of the team members looked first at Christine and then in the direction that she was staring. Sally began to cry and started to get up and run to Alex. Christine gently pushed down on Sally’s shoulders.

“No Sally, leave him. I’ve heard it’s dangerous to startle someone when they are in such a state.”

Alex heard it then, that voice that proved the entity was real. “I’m not here to frighten you, my Peygamber. I am here to prepare your way, the way to fold up this present day and to bring in the Master’s day. It is yours! You shall have it! Your seed shall reveal it and bring it to pass! The world shall be yours and you shall ensure that the Master will enter into the garden and eat of the tree!”
Suddenly, Alex grabbed his head.

“I don’t want it! I don’t want this…this…gift!” But he knew he really did! A light flashed behind Alex’s eyes. The other team members who were now greatly fearful were frozen solid in their stares. Alex was oblivious of their condition. Alex saw a man with long wavy black locks of hair appeared before his eyes. The wind thrust the man’s hair back as it rushed past the man and collided with his face. He rode a black horse. He pushed hard, harder, and harder still! Behind the man were twenty horses mounted by black-hooded men rushing in pursuit of the fleeing man. They were screaming out in some strange language. The man was unafraid, but distinctly determined to escape the fold of pursuers behind him. Alex’s eyes were closed but obviously moving to the right and left, upward and downward behind his eyelids. Suddenly, the scene came up close and focused on the fleeing man’s face. He was muscular, Middle-Eastern in appearance with olive shaped eyes. He fixed his eyes directly forward. Alex could hear what the man was thinking. Then Alex realized that he was looking out of the man’s eyes.

“I must deliver it and then they may cut me to pieces!” The man thought. “Elyon requires it!”

Up ahead, there was a castle; a temple of some kind. The man on the horse never looked back. He listened hard to the sounds of horse hoofs pounding the Earth like thunderclaps and to the voices of those screaming and wishing to tear him to pieces. Alex had been somehow linked to the man’s mind. He could understand him. Alex was now standing and so were his team members staring at him through the screened window. Sally was screaming, “Alex! Alex, are you alright?”
He could not hear her. Alex could only hear the men in pursuit.

“He who is darkness! He has commanded us! Stop him! He must be stopped! Peygamber demands it!”

The mysterious man pushed his horse harder as he moved closer to a temple. As he approached the entrance, the gate swung open. He entered the courtyard and quickly dismounted his horse. Alex looked intently through the man’s eyes. Behind the Temple walls, Alex can see a broken down tower structure that was still tall, but obviously ancient even for the moment in time which his eyes were viewing. The focus shifted. A young, beautiful, black-haired woman walked out of the huge front
doors of the temple with her infant at her breast! She looked down at her beautiful little girl held tightly in her arms and silently prayed that Elyon would give her life at all costs! As this young, slender and beautiful woman loved on her greatest reason for living who was eating at her breast,
suddenly she heard his voice!

“Look up towards Elyon; it’s there just as He had told me!” the man insisted.

She looked up into the night sky and there she saw it! She looked again and there before her was a scroll falling from the heavens.

A Watcher of Elyon appeared and asked her, “What do you see?”

She answered, “I see a scroll.”

The Watcher said to her, “This is the curse that is going out over the whole land for today, but the seeds shall take root at a time of Elyon’s choosing. For according to what it says on one side, every thief will be banished, and according to what it says on the other, everyone who swears falsely will be banished. Elyon commanded me to come and that I should deliver it to you. He has sent it out, and it will enter the house of the thief and the house of him who swears falsely by Elyon’s name. It will remain in the evil man’s house and destroy it, both its timbers and its stones.”

The Watcher of Elyon who spoke came forward and bade the woman to look again to the twilit sky.

“Look up and see what this is that is appearing.”

She told him she could not understand and asked what it was she would see. He replied that she would comprehend when she beheld it.

“Now, my fellow servant and the mother of my brother’s child, look up and tell me what you see.”
A basket descended from the sky and was held by a woman and a small child. The woman and small child touched the Earth and brought the basket over to the woman holding her infant to her breast.

“I see a measuring basket, my lord.”

She could hear the Watcher’s voice. He declared, “This is the iniquity of the people throughout the land. Evil shall cover the land.”
The woman removed the cover of lead; there, in the basket, sat a woman, naked and fondling herself. The naked whore rose up in the basket like a serpent slithering on the ground and had a sensuous smile across her face while she caressed her own breasts and pleasured herself. She sought to step out.

The Watcher said, “This is wickedness.”

The Watcher then pushed the evil woman back into the basket and pushed the lead cover down over its mouth. The Watcher looked down at the covered basket.

“Your time has not yet come.”

Then Thomas’ servant looked up at the women and the girl child with her. The girl child walked over and picked up the scroll that had descended from the heavens and gave it to the servant with her infant nursing at her breast.

“Hide it in the evil house until my mother shall find it and never be afraid. Elyon is real!”

Suddenly, the woman and the child ascended into the air with wings fluttering in the wind! They had wings like those of a stork, and they lifted up the basket with the evil woman and suspended it between heaven and earth.

“Where are they taking the basket?”

The servant asked the Watcher who was speaking to her. He replied, “It shall remain suspended here over the land of the country of Babylonia until a house is built for it from the evil woman’s
seed.”

The Watcher pointed at the group of black-clad hooded men ready to enter the courtyard of the temple.

“When it is ready, the basket will be set there in its place and the evil within shall cover the whole Earth. Take the scroll now!” the Watcher commanded.

“Thomas! Are you there?” The woman asked with tears flowing down her face and tightly holding onto the child. Then she saw his silhouette in the moonlit night.

“Never be afraid, for Elyon does indeed rule in the affairs of men!” The Watcher disappeared.

Suddenly, she could hear the hooves and the shouts and demands for blood to be spilt and she knew that she had to get to him! She took the child back into the temple and placed it in the arms of her sister who was watching from the Temple doorway. Then the woman turned and ran to the man outside. Alex could see the woman’s face clearly. The woman’s was distinct and clear and he knew her and he screamed a bloodcurdling cry.

“Sally! This cannot be!”

The woman stopped abruptly and looked around. She heard Alex when he cried out.

“You are the evil one! Elyon curse you and make your way fail, O wretched seed of Nimrod!”
She ran outside and down the stairs and directly out of the palace to wait for her fellow disciple, friend and lover! She saw the night shadow of the black horse he had ridden and Thomas prostrated on the ground!

“Thomas, my Instructor” the girl said. As she bowed she showed him what she held in her hand.
“The Watcher of Elyon gave it to me and I will conceal it in the Cave of Treasures beneath the evil one’s place of sacrifice. You shall depart from us for a time, but many times will reveal your will. Your will be accomplished, I pray.”

The nightrider gave the fair young girl a sad and lonely glance and then looked again down at the ground.

“You must flee! Take the scroll into the cave in the heart of the Earth beneath the great builder’s house of the lambs and hide it there until the time is revealed by our seed, your child and my child.”

“My Lord, I will die with you here!” she entreated him.

“It is not appointed to you to die now.” Thomas didn’t look up at her. “But you shall join me shortly later and we shall return to this putrid place together with the armies of Elyon! Now, run like the wind and obey the word of Elyon!”

The woman stood frozen in place, crying and staring at her baby’s father lying flat on the cursed ground of Nimrod’s kingdom. Thomas looked at her and screamed:

“Go now! Do not look back! Do not hesitate again! Obey the word of Elyon and I will love you forever!”

She fled away from the approaching pursuers. As she disappeared from sight and into the temple, the gate again swung open. The pursued man bowed to the ground on his knees in readiness to face his pursuers. Twenty men rode in and looked down at the man for a moment. The lead man dismounted his horse and took out his sword.

“Filthy servant of weak Elyon! You shall not prevent us forever! You have written of treasonous virtues that defy the master of darkness. You are not of my seed! Where is the scroll?”

“Ask your master. He does not know because he is the weak one!” The prostrated man declared. “My Master, the true one, is waiting for me,” the servant of Elyon declared. “Is it not he who holds the keys to destiny, in spite of your rebellion?”

“We have requested knowledge of its whereabouts of the master, but he does not tell us of the scroll’s location.”

The man who was bowing began to laugh and to sneer, “You say it is he who shall shake the earth? He has no knowledge of a mere scroll?”

Thomas looked up at the group of evil disciples intently.

“I dreamed that I saw the Earth open up and the sacred mount divided in two with the hordes of Tenebre swarming in a vain revolt against the plan of Elyon with your master finally cast headlong into the pit of Tenebre! You serve a very pitiful master. You are a sacrilege!” Thomas screamed at the man, “Elyon Reigns!”

Then chief pursuer nodded to a black-hooded man close to Thomas with his sword drawn. He swung his sword and severed Thomas’ head from his body! Alex, standing out in the Vineyard courtyard grabbed the sides of his own head and the woman fleeing with the scroll stopped and felt Thomas’ pain. She fell to her knees and wept.

“Find the scroll!” The dark leader ordered. “It must never enter the crevice of the Mount of Olives, lest it beckon the call of the Branch of Elyon! Its words must be read aloud in front of the Tree of Life where the two rivers collide, for it spells out the terms of the Master’s revenge and the destruction of the Master’s enemies. It must be found so that we will ensure that the rule of the Peygamber will be one that will endure forever.”

Suddenly, the walls of the temple began to shake and the Earth quaked. One by one the walls fell. The young woman who was clutching the scroll to her breast ran down into the deep tunnels that ran under the Temple of Baal in the city of Babylon. The Great Father had started this palace, and now it was falling like the tower Nimrod had once built. She descended and found the entrance to the Cave of Treasures that lay under the last altar in the House of the Lambs like all the evil altars she had passed all the way down into the belly of the Earth. She pushed past centuries of filth and growth and placed the scroll under a large stone at the entrance of the cave. She turned to run upstairs and heard the sound of a crying infant.

“Where is my little girl?” she cried out.
The walls were folding in like a house made of cards. The woman reached the entrance of the temple and saw her sister. Her sister tried to give the woman her baby girl but the servant told her sister to take the child to safety. Alex watched the young woman who looked like Sally. She took a deep breath and thanked Elyon. Then a pillar fell and struck the young woman in the head. She collapsed on the floor as the walls fell over her. Alex began to scream.

“Sally! Sally!”

At the porch, the whole team was mesmerized and staring. Sally screamed. “Alex, are you ok?”

Sally ran out to help him. Alex screamed loudly and the dark-clad men in the vision turned and seemed to hear him. All the horses reared up on their hind legs in fear. They all got off their horses and bowed down and chanted, “Peygamber! Peygamber!”

“Let us go! May the scroll that was lost today be revealed and the Prince forever enshrined! Hail to him who shall rival the power of Nimrod! It must never be found until that day!”

Alex turned his head and rose suddenly. The encyclopedia fell to the ground. Alex turned and headed for the darkening streets of Lahore. Mike saw him and shouted, “Alex, don’t go far, Alex! We’ll be leaving soon.”

Alex never looked back. Mike mumbled to himself, “This lad is marked, touched by an evil force. I can feel it.” Mike had seen how everyone in the village had tried to worship him. “Alex rather…rather liked it,” Mike stated cautiously.

Sally became angry with Mike.

“What are you trying to say, Mike? Do you think Alex is possessed or something?”

“Sally, my sister, I did not use that term.”

“No, but you are certainly implying it aren’t you?”

“Look Sally, I know that you and Alex are very fond of each other, but you mustn’t forget that you are a servant of Elyon here. You must discern the spirits and see if they are of Elyon.”

“Mr. Wakely, my father is one of the godliest men I know and personally led me to Christ.”

“I agree, but he’s also one of the most high-profile Christians in your country, is he not?”

“Perhaps, but, concerning Alex, he’s up before any of you, prays more than all of you and has the best results seen to date in reaching out and in learning the language.”

“He sure does!” stated one cocky German team member named Gerhard.

“He’s got results in raising the dead, seeing a boy’s spirit, what was it Mike, hovering over the boy’s dead body. Can’t you just picture it now?” Gesturing as he thought Alex may have done.

Everyone started laughing except Sally.

“Why don’t you all just grow up?” Sally insisted. “You’re all just jealous of him, that’s all! We can’t turn our backs on him now. He needs our help!”

Tears began to roll down Sally’s face.

“Let’s go find him.”

“I don’t know, Sally. He took off in one of the motorized rickshaws” Mike stated.

“No need to worry. He’ll be back…I hope…” Mike said under his breath.

He turned around and saw Sally’s back as she headed for a rickshaw.

“Sally! Sally! Oh my dear Elyon there will be crisis to speak of tonight, I just know it!” Mike worried.

Alex ran towards the international airport and Sally sought him out desperately. She got out of the rickshaw and looked down each street. Her heart began to pound now, not so much because Alex was nowhere to be found but because it was now dark and she was lost in the land of snakes and sinners. She walked in one direction. The street was silent right now and she thought her heart would stop when a whining, speeding rickshaw zoomed past her. She looked ahead down the street and saw a horse-drawn old wagon coming towards her. She squinted but could make out that the man on the wagon was old and hardly seemed dangerous. Sally walked up to the old man.

“Sir, do you know where I could find Mohammed Ali Jinnah Street? I am lost.”

Sally started crying and the old man seemed to have mercy on her and spoke to her.

“You not need cry. Every town, village or city in Pakistan has a street by that name. Follow your way. It is your destiny my child. Anyway, your street is just over that way behind you.”

He got off the wagon and Sally turned to look in the direction he was pointing. The man came up behind her and placed the tip of his first finger on his left hand between her shoulders and she gasped and fell to the ground. The old man bent down and his face turned to that of the beast
in the corner of Alex’s right eye! He picked her up and placed her in the wagon. He directed the wagon to the right and a car pulled up. Three black-hooded Muslim militiamen got out and lifted Sally’s limp body into the car. He laid her down on the back seat and spoke to the man seated
next to him. It sped away, north to a private hanger at the international airport. The plane she was loaded into took off in a somewhat northwesterly direction towards the place where the two rivers meet.

When Sally awoke, she looked up and felt comforted by who she saw.

“Alex? Alex, are you ok? Where are we?” She asked as she felt herself being taken somewhere.

“Sally, welcome back. You are about to make history, my sister!” Alex said to her with a sinister smile on his face.

Sally looked around and panicked.

“Alex, what’s happening here?”

“Don’t worry, Sally. It’s just a transformation, an alteration of sorts. Ha-Ha!”

Sally looked at Alex’s face and saw it transformed into the diabolical, lizard-looking face of Abaddon. His voice became deep and as Alex spoke his voice echoed and sounded strong and deafening.

“You will be a wonderful mother of the son of my master, Ha-ha-ha!”

Sally felt her mind fade away as she felt a needle enter her neck. Her eyes became faint and her scream that she knew she had hurled loudly was silent and she lay in a narcotic stupor as with the flight plan set, Transponder encoded, the private jet rolled down a runway.
Destination: Basra, Iraq.

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Nimrod Rising Sincere and Dedicated Part Two

Nimrod Rising is a work of fiction based on truth and represents twelve years of work. No one knows what the terms, 666 or Antichrist really mean. We can only put together what seems historically and biblically logical. Nimrod Rising is not a Christian novel, but does declare its premise to be based on what I believe to be truth in the Bible and extra-biblical materials. Nimrod Rising is scary, not so much for its content as because it is such a timely and realistic story. I do not write material for the purpose of making people afraid. I like to think that I tell the truth and the truth scars them. Also, Nimrod Rising is a real look at the religion of Islam. I have spent my whole adult life working with Muslims. That gives me a real knowledge of the faith of over one billion people.

The advice I would give to someone who is interested in Nimrod Rising is to be open-minded as they read Nimrod Rising. They need to try to get beyond the physical world we see every day and try to accept that there is more out there than just us. I don’t want people to consider Nimrod Rising as just another scary story. It is far more than that. Nimrod Rising is a book about the history of life and the origin of evil. The reader needs to pose the questions such as the following: Who are we? Where did we come from? What was here before us? Where are we going? Are there answers to the question why the world faces its condition today? Nimrod Rising offers “possible” answers to those questions. It will awake the imagination and the cause self perception as they read. I want people to know that there is a novel out there like none they have ever read before. That is not a cliché either. I believe they will find Nimrod Rising very unique and thrilling as well as challenging to their long-held beliefs. If I can get readers to see that life is greater and far more extensive than they ever believed, then I will have reached one of my primary aspirations for spending a good deal of the past Twelve years writing what I firmly believe to be a Treatise on America.

Nimrod Rising Sincere and Dedicated Part Two

Alex finally made it to the Vineyard base. The Ford transit, carrying Sally to Islamabad, had already departed. Alex had hoped to at least wish Sally a safe trip. He had just wanted to see her enticing face one more time; to let her look in his eyes and see the confusion that was leading him to madness. She would have immediately understood. She would at least see that there was something very wrong with him. Instead, Alex and his team leader, Mike Wakely would travel to Islamabad together.

“Alex! Great to see you man! I thought you weren’t going to make it.”

Mike Wakely was a gentle soul. He had the usual quaintness of speech and movement of the British. Yet, there was a certain toughness, a genuine grit that had been built up inside him after having been in India and Pakistan for so many years. Mike was one of the “Founding Fathers” of the Vineyard. He had been with the mission since its inception. He was responsible for all the teams in India, Pakistan and the rest of the Far East. As for Alex, Mike had a certain appreciation for the young man. He felt that Alex was sincere in his desire to spread the gospel to the lost religious followers of Mohammed throughout Pakistan and India.

Americans had always been very successful at rubbing the Brits the wrong way. Mike had a way of laughing it off. He was a true gentleman.

“You and I are going together.” Mike said with a muffled voice with his head under the hood of his tiny Suzuki minivan.

“What’s wrong with the baby carriage?” asked Alex

“The what? Oh, the van? I don’t know really. It starts and takes off then it just loses power.”

“Mike, the word ‘power’ just doesn’t fit in respect to this buggy.”

Mike chuckled. “Alex, could you look through the tool chest and find me a #10 wrench?” Alex looked for the tool as Mike waited patiently with his head under the hood singing softly, “Onward Christian Soldiers, marching on to war…”

Alex handed Mike the wrench and Mike saw the scrapes and bruises around Alex’s wrist. Mike panicked and tried not to think the worst of it or to show his concern. Mike had known for a while that Alex seemed more perplexed than normal. He thought it to be just a bit of lost zeal that every worker experienced after a certain amount of time on the field. Alex felt that Mike had been troubled in his spirit and then began to see a sort of strange green colored light around Mike’s shoulders, arms and head. It was like the rays given off of a florescent light that glowed but never quite lit completely. Mike’s mind began to analyze the bruises around Alex’s wrist.

“Had the boy tried to kill himself? What’s troubling him? He hadn’t been normal at the prayer meeting this morning.”

Alex was reading Mike’s thoughts. Mike’s mental words entered Alex’s mind as though they had been verbally uttered. Alex could hear the words though Mike had not spoken a thing. Suddenly, Alex realized that Mike had seen his wrist.

“He thinks that I tried to…” Alex panicked!

There was no way that Alex would be able to explain the dream to Mike, or to anyone, for that matter. Even Sally would have a hard time digesting it. They would all think he had a serious case of homesickness, or worse yet, that he had been possessed by demons.

“Why not?” Alex thought. “Was it not true?”

It seemed to be exactly plausible. Yet, it couldn’t be! Alex looked at his wrists and felt along his chest and torso. The burning pain bore witness to the fact. He had not invited any evil thing to entertain his thoughts. He had not dwelt with the wicked. He had consistently confessed his sins, fasted, prayed and had stayed in the Word.

“They will all try to cast the demons out of me, as simplistic as they are!” Alex speculated.

They would call for a meeting, place their hands all over him and pray for a cleansing spirit to cast out the evil one! He couldn’t bear it! He would most certainly not allow it. He’d be called rebellious and sinful.

“Alex, can you give me the black adhesive in the tool box?” Mike asked Alex.

Mike didn’t really need the tape. It was a good excuse to see Alex’s wrists again. Mike grabbed Alex’s arm. He had to know how that had happened. He was genuinely concerned for the boy. But when Mike looked at Alex’s wrist, the bruise that he had been absolutely sure he had seen was gone! Mike was so startled that he jerked his head upward from beneath the hood of the Suzuki minivan and caught his balding spot on the latch! The tip of the latch had embedded itself just under the thin skin of his scalp. When Mike had detached himself, a small but deep cut began to ooze blood. Almost instinctively, Alex reached up his left hand and touched the grease-soiled cut. When his palm drew close to the contusion, Alex felt energy leave his body. That thin green light shot out again from between his palm and Mike’s scalp. Alex watched as the abrasion closed up without even leaving a scar. These miracles, as Alex had interpreted them to be, seemed more commonplace now to Alex. He was not afraid anymore.

“Did I cut myself, Alex?”

“No, you just gave it a good thud is all.”

“That’s impossible! I felt the tip of that thing clinging to the inside of my skin.”

“Well Mike, it must have only felt that way, cause there isn’t even a red spot.”

Alex felt a wave of conviction pour over him. Here was his chance, perhaps his only one, to tell someone he knew he could trust about what was going on in his life.

“See Mike, I met this demon last night and he tied me to a chair and poured tar and bugs all over me and then crawled behind my eye!”

The sound of it all playing back inside Alex’s head convinced him to leave it all alone. He was certain that if he told Mike about the satanic attacks of the morning and afternoon, Mike would be able to cast it all away through prayer and fasting. He trusted Mike. He knew Mike would keep it quiet. Still, Alex did not want to lose this power either. Had it not come to him without his desiring it? Had he not, in the past two hours, saved a family from certain starvation by mending their transportation and the healing of an ugly wound on the top of Mike’s head? He liked the power! He was somebody special now! Did it really matter where this power came from as long as it wrought well for the world, Manassa Dormin’s world? Could Satan cast out Satan? The answer was “yes” if it
caused deception and illusion enough to deceive the lost masses of humanity, and Alex knew it! Yet, talking to Mike was out of the question. Situational ethics were wrong! Alex knew it! Helping people was right, even if he actually wanted it all. A small, whispering voice told him that he loved the power. He loved the fear! He loved the shock effect on those around him! He loved the final results! He loved that lizard-looking, nostril-puffing, yellow-eyed demon, Abaddon that seemed permanently stuck in the corner of his right eye! The narrow road on which Alex was walking was needle thin. He would just have to walk down it. It tantalized him now. It wasn’t the mere babbling of some mentally induced gibberjabber that he had been participating in called the tongues of angels. He was actually sending power from himself to others! Where the power originated did not matter anymore. Alex was not about to give it up!

Mike still had hold of Alex’s arm. He stared at the wrist unbelievingly.

“Alex, I was sure that…”

“Sure of what?” Alex asked.

He was getting good at this, he thought, as Mike shook his head in confusion.

“Never mind.” Alex looked down at the minivan.

“Mike, have you checked the coil wire? Maybe it’s loose. I’m sure if you press down on it firmly, the engine will start.”

Alex pressed on the wire solidly and Mike went around to the ignition and turned the key. The motor roared to life.

“Mr. Maefield, you’re a good soul!” Mike said. “And a very troubled one too!” Mike thought. He looked down again at Alex’s wrist. It was clean and free of even the slightest bruise.

“Get in, Alex. Let’s go.”

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In The Beginning
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The road between Lahore and Islamabad was at times wonderfully paved and then would break up first for great stretches of many kilometers into gravel, then into dirt, and, often, there was no road at all.

“You sure can tell which village is the home of a Member of Parliament,” Mike said to Alex. “Their roads are always well-preserved.”

Nevertheless, travel in the sub-continent was always dusty, dirty and hot. Alex would inevitably stick his arm out the window for a minute or two and pull it back inside semi-blackened. Alex thrived after the toughness of the land. He loved to see all the cultural aspects of the small villages. The various herdsmen driving their water buffaloes across the highway to a better grazing area somewhere on the other side always periodically impeded the travel.

“Why not? This is Pakistan,” Alex thought.

Uniquely beautiful, young Pakistani women seemed fatalistically denied their due moment of feminine splendor by virtue of their sensuous eyes and silky jet-black hair. There were lots of such beauties strutting along the sides of the road with large plastic basins planted firmly in the middle of the tops of their heads filled with the needed water for the first half of the day. Other women, usually the older ones, could be seen squatting on their haunches in the fields where the cattle had just deposited their smelly loads and sticking their prematurely-calloused hands in the fresh excrement, shaping handfuls into cakes which they would later stick and dry on the sides of their homes for future use as fuel for their cooking stoves.

As the two of them drove on through the Pakistani countryside, Alex spotted something in the road. One could always see many things lying in or on the sides of the roads; rusted out cars, dead horses and cows and buzzards as large as small children that seemed to be saying grace before devouring something dead for their next meal. Yet, what Alex saw was no broken down automobile or dead animal. It was a human body!

“Mike! Look there on your right!” Alex commanded.

Mike should have seen it as the steering column was on the right in India, but he had been busy trying to drive down this particularly rough stretch of road.

“What is it?”

“It’s a body….a dead body…at least it appears to be dead, just back there on the side of the road. Stop the car Mike!”

“Alex what if they think we did it? I know missionaries who’ve nearly lost their lives for hitting a Pakistani citizen!”

“Who cares, Mike? Stop now!”

Mike hit the breaks and threw the minivan into reverse. When they reversed to where the body was, they got out and looked at an obviously dead young man.

“You think he’s dead, Alex?”

Alex started waving his hand about three feet over the body.

“Yes, he’s dead, Mike. His spirit is still hovering over the body,” Alex said calmly and serenely.

Mike was dumbfounded. “His what is doing what? Are you going mad?”

Alex then looked at Mike and continued. “His name is Kamal Bhaktar and he’s from the village just over the hill behind you. He’s almost twenty years old and was struck by a passing bus about thirty-two minutes ago.”

“Alex! I really don’t think it is a good time for jokes!”

Alex looked over at Mike irately and shouted in some kind of strange, altered voice.

“Why do you call me Alex? My name is Dormin! Manassa Dormin, and I’ll dare you doubt me!”

Mike was sure that he saw something looking at him from the corner of Alex’s right eye. Alex then turned his head to the Suzuki and stared hard at it. The horn began blowing.

“What are you doing? What? You can’t be doing that! This is not of Elyon!”

Alex looked at Mike and spoke again in the voice that was not his own. “Mike, all that glitters is not gold and all that is powerful is not of Elyon.”

“Alex! What are you? Who are you?” “Alex!” Mike walked closer over to Alex.

“Listen to me!”

Alex cast a burning stare directly into Mike’s eyes.

“Who the Tenebre is Alex? I told you my name is Dormin, and, believe me, you’ll never forget it again!”

Mike grabbed his stomach as a deep burning sensation took hold of him. The pain was so intense that he nearly passed out.

“Alex, I don’t know what you are into, but please for the love of your Elyon, let me cast it out!”

The pain grew more and more intense in the center of Mike’s abdomen. Soon, he doubled over in pain. Just as Mike fell to his knees, Alex was distracted by a large group of villagers coming down over the hill towards the two foreigners, apparently responding to the horn. They all started uttering a lot of religious babble to the dead man’s mother. The woman ran up to Kamal’s still warm body and took it in her arms.

“Oh, Kamal, Kamal!”

She looked up at Alex and Mike and started to say several Urdu phrases that even Mike could not understand. She raised her hands to the air wailing and pleading to one, two or all standing around her and then cried out to Allah! Alex looked hard at the woman. Then he turned his attention to Kamal’s spirit that was still hovering over his dead body, though at a greater distance than it had been previously. The mother outstretched her arms as though she too could see Kamal, though it was no more than a reaction to shock, sorrow and a plea for mercy. Kemal too outstretched his spirit form towards his mother, but she could not feel him. Kamal was being dragged away! He sought to hold onto his mother, but a force, either benevolent or evil, seemed to invisibly take hold of the spirit seeking to repel it out of the physical world.

“His spirit is being transported,” Alex shouted to Mike.

“What are you talking about, Alex? Are you going insane?”

Alex paid Mike no attention. A large group of village men and women came out. Then an elderly man from the group walked up to Alex and Mike.

“Sir, I am the village chief.”

Mike looked up to respond to the voice. Alex paid no attention. His focus was squarely on the dead man and his mother.

“If you speak slowly, I am understanding you, Sir,” the chief said in his Indian English dialect.

“Chief,” Mike said with his palms joined together, “who is this young man?”

“Sir, his name is Kamal Bhaktar. He was a fine young man. He was visiting the village while on summer break from university in Islamabad. Sir, is he dead?”

“I’m afraid he is, Sir,” Mike answered.

Alex looked up and said directly to the chief, “But his spirit is not far away. He is just…” Alex began to jab his finger in the air. “There! He is there…right there! You see him?”

Kamal’s spirit was more difficult to see for Alex than before.

“There! He’s over there! Over to your left, he’s being lifted up! We haven’t much time! It’s now or never Abbadon!”

Mike had heard the name Abaddon before. Its significance was unclear, but he realized that Alex was in communication with something from the underworld, something that was transforming him or revealing his true insides!

Alex looked at the chief and spoke in perfect Urdu.

“Tell everyone to get back! My master has given his approval.”

Mike could not believe his ears and nor could the chief. The chief gave Alex’s message to the crowd and tried to get the mother off of Kamal’s body. Alex knelt down and explained to her in Urdu what he was about to do.

“I am Peygamber, Dormin, seed of my father Nimrod, the progeny to spread the seed that will open the gate to the Tree of Life. We shall enter in!” Alex whispered to her, “Tell no one! Don’t worry mama, your boy’s not far away.”

Alex took her by the shoulders and gently lifted her up to her feet. Kamal’s spirit gently and tenderly beheld his mother’s bereavement. There had been a lot of love between them. They were not ready to separate from each other. The woman had already thought of how she would join her son before nightfall. Alex knelt down at the side of the body.

“Alex! What are you doing?” Mike asked in a panicked voice.

Coarsely, Alex looked up at Mike and said, “Watch and learn. The master has spoken, and it shall be so!”

Mike took hold of Alex and tried to pull him away from the body. “You are playing with evil here! You must stop! He is dead already!”

Alex would not go and cried out to the crowd in Urdu, “Take hold of this man till I have finished.”

Four villagers grabbed Mike by the arms and waist and held him tightly.

Mike pleaded with Alex, “You are doing the work of Satan, Alex! This is not of Elyon!”

Alex could not or would not hear Mike, but Mike knew that the force at work inside Alex was not of Elyon and not Alex himself! Alex placed his right hand firmly in the center of the young man’s stomach and with his left he held the man’s mouth open. Held back by the crowd obeying Alex’s command, Mike watched with both shock and, against all his better judgment, great interest. Alex pushed down hard on the body’s abdomen area so that all the trapped air was exhaled. He held
the pressure on the stomach and began to look around in the air to find out exactly where Kamal’s spirit was now lingering. Mike was sure that Alex had lost his mind. When Alex had Kemal’s spirit’s attention, he opened the mouth widely and relaxed the pressure on the stomach. As soon as he released the abdomen, Alex saw two great hands appear around Kamal’s throat. Kamal fought it off and released himself. Alex saw Kamal’s spirit fly instantaneously toward its former abode. Then it
flew headfirst into the dead, gaping mouth, down the throat and fully into the body. It began to choke, heave, and hack. Two seconds later, the boy’s eyes opened.

“Mama!” Kamal said.

“Kemal? My Kamal? You are alive!” she screamed joyfully in Urdu. The people around were dumbfounded and shocked.

The mother began to proclaim, “He is Peygamber! He is Peygamber!”

Mike did not know what the word Peygamber meant. He turned to the old villager who understood English. “Sir, what does Peygamber mean?”

“My dear Sir it means the one, the builder’s seed is in front of us. It was written from the Chronicles of Nimrod, Sir, the great builder! His son Peygamber, the 665th generation from the Great Builder shall bear the name of his father and He shall bear the seed of the great one, The Prince that should come, Sir. The great Imam! He shall eat of the tree of life and be as Elyon!”

Mike stared at Alex and became disoriented. “How did you do that?” Mike asked harshly. He was terrified.

“Do what?” Alex asked. “What did I do?”

“Don’t tell me you don’t know what you just did! You raised this boy from the dead, Alex! I don’t know by what power you did so, but look! He’s alive! And who is Dormin?”

Alex dropped his head in his hands. “What’s happening to me?” Alex cried.

With his eyes closed shut by the force of his palms covering his face, Alex saw Abaddon.

“Dormin, Peygamber! Use your power now for good, later for evil! By it you shall construct your world!”

With his eyes closed so tightly that it hurt, Alex saw the image of his grandparents’ home. It was morning. He was outside on the back porch. He was admiring the five acres of land, the garden, the sounds of birds and the variety of life. Then he heard gunfire. It came from the front yard. Quickly, he rushed around the house to the front of the house. He saw thirty to forty men with handguns, riffles and shotguns. Four of them were actually in the front yard. The others were firing from the country road that ran in front of the house. They were all firing into the air!

“Alex! Alex! Are you OK?” Afraid to get too close to him, Mike pleaded while looking down at
Alex who was now on his knees. Mike realized that Alex was clearly in a trance of some kind.

Alex could not hear him. In his vision, Alex ran up to the men and screamed at them all.

“You can’t do that! This is private property! I’ll take you all to court!”

One middle-aged man came up to Alex and looked sternly at him.

“This man thinks there’s a law that protects him? Ha-ha!”

The man grabbed Alex’s shoulders and pushed him to the ground.

“There is no law here boy! Survival is the law!”

The man pointed to the sky behind the house. There were ten large, black helicopters hovering, voices proclaiming: “The United World Consortium Supreme Consort orders you to disperse! We are now in a state of Marshall Law!”
The men all fired at once at the hovering hornet-like aircraft. Instantly, the helicopters retorted with missiles that killed most of the rebels and destroyed the house. The dying man looked at Alex and said, “And you were a missionary?”

The vision ended with a great explosion of light. Alex jerked his head upward. Mike was at his side kneeling by him in prayer. When Alex came to himself, he found himself looking directly into the
formerly dead boy’s eyes. Kamal looked at Alex with tears flowing down his eyes and said,

“You are the Peygamber! I could see you! I saw you, Sir!”

He continued to hug Alex and cry. “Thank you my Peygamber!”

Suddenly, the young man sprang to his feet! He beckoned to the crowd to pay homage to Alex.

“He is the Peygamber! Peygamber is amongst us!”

Kamal began to prostrate himself to the ground at Alex’s feet.

“Let’s get out of here, Mike!”

Mike seemed to not hear him as though he was in shock.

“Mike! Let’s go!”

“What’s this Peygamber stuff, Alex?”

“I swear to you, I don’t know! Just get in the van, Mike, and drive!”

As they entered the van, the crowd gathered around the vehicle and encircled it. Mike started the motor and attempted ever so slowly to move forward until he was away from the crowd that had amassed. As they cleared the throng, Mike and Alex looked back. They were all bowing down and shouting.

“Peygamber is amongst us! Praise to the son of Nimrod!”

Mike’s Urdu was good enough to make it out. He knew who Nimrod had been. He knew who his seed would be. He stared directly at Alex. Alex turned around and looked out the windshield. A finger had scratched out a sentence in the mud-covered window. It read: I am the keeper!—Abaddon.

Mike was sure he saw it. He could not make it all out but he did read the word, or name, Abaddon. He had seen it before. He knew that word! He believed the word and it was there written over the windshield and then it was gone! Then a word exited from Mike Wakely’s lips. Mike’s mouth uttered the words involuntarily.

“The Keeper of the abyss.”

Mike thought through all the words and passages of the Bible he had kept in memory. Apollion was the Greek word for Abaddon in the New Testament. He knew this kid; this seemingly dedicated disciple of Christ was on a fast track to Tenebre? Alex turned to Mike and Alex’s right eye had something dark stuck in the corner and Mike saw a devil staring at him! He hit the brakes and stopped the van and turned Alex around to look at him. He saw nothing, except a startled looking Alex Maefield.

“I am sorry, Alex! I…I saw something, I thought. What is going on here?”

Alex smiled at him and shrugged his shoulders. “Look at me Alex! Something has been way out of the realm of holy here! A boy’s risen from the dead, disappearing messages scrawled over the windshield?”

“Bones healed? Horses mended?” Alex interjected

Alex looked at Mike and stared at the expression written across his leader’s face. He realized that Mike was in the midst of astonishment. He looked at Mike and asked, “Mike, where is Basra?”

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Nimrod Rising - Legion of Ants Part Two

Recently, I heard former British Prime Minister Tony Blair respond to the question, why God is so important. I was so impressed with that courageous man's response. He said, "Because it reminds us that there is someone bigger than us." Yet, I pondered his words that had so stricken by their brevity and their profound simplicity. It left me to pose another question. How do those of us hold onto the power of a society which opposes everything we value as essential? What happens to a nation where so many common wrongs are now commonly accepted and practiced? We have failed to realize that man always arrives at the most amazing ways of placing his fellow man into bondage and terror. Our freedom is derived from God.

The clash of ideas in the world around us is not of this world. The forces of darkness are stripping away the truths we had held as as fact and are now unknowable or irrational in the pagan dens of the ever-expanding Culture of Death. Do you feel it? Can you see it around you. The war is out there, not yet revealed to the eyes and thought of man.

In Legion of Ants - Part One you saw the commencement of a transformation, only the beginning of a force that would come over him to propel him to the very zenith of global power!

Now, as you read Nimrod Rising - Legion of Ants Part Two Feel the intense darkness, the deepest feeling that knowing what was taking place was of much greater danger than going the way of all the Earth in total ignorance. As Alex walks into his destiny, feel his confusion, his fear, his desire for more...He is the Peygamber,the prophet to come the Prince of the Power of the Air, the old Serpent in the form of mortal flesh, the son of perdition! Read on, find out what true fear is. It is not for the faint of heart!

Nimrod Rising - Legion of Ants Part Two

The ants seemed more spread out over the ceiling than usual. It seemed they had formed pockets of ants in different locations. Alex had never seen them leave their perfectly straight line of activity before. The picture seemed to be forming into the perfect battlefield. Alex had been raised in a very strongly Christian environment. He was brought up to love and fear Elyon, and not the god of this world of strong smells, harsh people and Allah. It had been demonstrated to Alex that Allah the devil. Islam was the perfect imitation of the truth in that it was the exact opposite of it. Elyon had never ordered His people to kill the innocent. Those times throughout the centuries when the innocent were killed in the name of Elyon were not at the command of a God of love and mercy. This was a religion devoted to a God who took joy in the slaughter of infidels! Allah was the Elyon of the religious and deceived hiding the person of Lucia behind the faith of Muhammad, who without the slightest whim of consideration would, if Alex got off the narrow way, beat Alex as a spike into the sand all the way down to Tenebre!

“Why would I serve a Savior set out to do me some eternal harm?” Alex mumbled to himself.

He had a suspicion that his guide had read the book wrongly. His doubt was a temptation from the evil one! It was a lack of faith on his part! It was a blasphemy to think in such ways. Very much like an anti-Christ!

“It’s always wrong to think like that!”

Yet, think he did. He loved to, especially, when he was on his way to a nocturnal nirvana. His eyes would close, open and then close again.

“HA! HA! HA!” The voices echoed back at Alex and were all around him! “My dear master, you are no Alex! You are Dormin, the Seed of Nimrod!”

The voice was distinctly Pakistani. It had that wave, roll and intonation.

“I’m afraid you have the wrong man!”

The hands projected directly in Alex’s face, pulled apart and grew claws and leathery charred skin. One horrid hand came close to Alex’s mouth and extended its first revolting finger over Alex’s mouth while the other curled its gnarly fingers around Alex’s throat and thrust him directly
face to face with the power of Satan!

“Silence! You shall speak no more! Peygamber has many things to learn.”

“I’m sorry, but…”

“Silence!” the angelic beast cried out, “You must listen! There is far too much fervor and pride in you! It is what kept you from being available to the master. It must be instilled deeply in you!”

Alex felt himself propelled somehow to somewhere else. He pulled on his right arm, then the left. They would not move. They were fastened to a chair. His feet were in shackles. He felt cold. Then he realized he was naked.

“Let me go! Who are you? Where am I?”

“SILENCE!” A troll-like creature erupted like the roar of a thunderbolt!
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Alex took his bearing on the room, which surrounded him. The room seemed large. It was dark; very dark. There was a window open behind him. The strong gust of air through the window blew the curtain over Alex’s head, sliding off and blowing back again. He was alone. There was an aurora around him, a presence that was so powerfully overwhelmingly evil that the hairs on his arms stood straight up. The moonlight cast its strange shadows through the window behind Alex. Alex saw the silhouette of a woman to his left.

“Alex!” A feminine voice called out. The two hands appeared in front of him.

“You are pure energy, O Seed of Nimrod!”

The hands pulled apart slightly and Alex could see some kind of electrical current dancing between the two palms.

“Learn to use the energy to bring about the day of the Master.”

Out of the darkness of the room that had engulfed Alex’s space, he heard the girl’s voice again.

“Manassa Dormin! I am so blessed to bear your seed!”

Alex recognized the voice.

“Sally! Is that you?”

Suddenly, Sally was there! She walked over to Alex and straddled his body, reaching down and kissing his neck, his face and lips. She whispered in Alex’s ear.

“Your seed shall inhabit the whole Earth, Dormin, oh seed of Nimrod. Give me your seed that I may have its fruit cut from my womb to the destruction of the plans of Elyon who stole the master’s heritage.”

Sally took Alex all the way. Alex writhed in pleasure, feeling sweetly soiled. The unfathomable voice cried out in the thick dark night.

“Feel it! Your energy has given her to you!”

Alex looked at Sally as she moved rhythmically over him, reeling her head back and forth, her gleaming, black hair blowing back in the wind that paraded through the window. Alex exploded inside her and he heard her uttering an approving moan.

“Oh Dormin, I am so blessed to bear your seed!”

Alex looked at her and saw her face change into the face of a demonic creature. Straddled atop of him she was laughing and hissing and breathing out a putrid smell, a creature that appeared more like a beast than a woman.

“He shall appear as his subjects, but he shall bear the soul of the Master! HA! HA! HA!”
Alex began to scream very loudly.

“Get off of me! You are of that evil one! Get away!”

Alex struggled hard to get loose from the chair where he was bound. The ropes burned his wrists and the shackles bruised his ankles badly as he fought to get the evil thing off of him! The beast on top of Alex stuck out its slithering serpentine tongue and began to lick Alex’s face.

“Get away from me!”

Alex cried out, as he sought to get away from the putrid, horrid thing that had perched itself atop of Alex’s legs. The two hands reappeared again. When the palms came apart, a bolt of lightning shot out from between them again. Alex was still fastened tightly in the chair, but he found himself now seated in the middle of the mission compound kitchen, looking down as though through a fisheye
lens. Then, as if looking through the lens of a camera that was panning throughout the whole area, the kitchen was revealed foot by foot. The focus changed. Alex was looking directly into the pantry. It was run by one of his team members, Chris Harris, a prudish middle-aged British woman whom Alex literally confessed hating to Elyon on a daily basis. She always derided him, criticized him and made him literally want to kill her at times! The pantry was stocked full of canned goods, rice and milk powder. In the washing area of the kitchen, the camera-like view revealed the dishes, pots and pans stacked high in the drying basin. The panorama shifted back over to the cooking area.

There was that distinct smell again. Alex remembered it from his vision during the prayer meeting earlier in the day. Alex looked at the stove. It was ablaze. Smoke rose up out of a huge pot used for
preparations for the whole Vineyard team.

‘That smell? The odor of human flesh again?’

It made Alex feel sick and afraid. Beads of sweat rose up over Alex’s face. His eyes were stretched wide open; so widely that if he strained them any harder he was sure they would pop right out of their sockets! Alex looked more intently at the pot. The scene seemed to shift at Alex’s desire.
The pot over the stove came closer and when it got into the position for Alex to look over into it, Alex screamed! Chris Harris’ head lay boiling face up with her bulging terrified eyes staring straight up at Alex with her body parts arranged in order around the skull.

“Chris! Oh my Elyon! No!” Though Chris Harris was not one of Alex’s favorite members of the team he had never really considered killing her, or had he? Their personalities had simply just never jelled. The sight and awful shock, which had overtaken him, was replaced with an almost glad contentment in Alex as he saw her. Her throat was cut and pulled back. Her arms and legs had been torn off and lay neatly arranged around her torso.

“Please! What does all this mean?”

“It is how you feel! Is it not what you desired so many times, my Peygamber? It is simply the way you really view things from within, is it not, my master?” a voice rang out. Alex looked around trying to see who was speaking. He began to sob and wail. He wanted to disagree, but he knew that it was actually true!

“Why is this happening?”

Alex felt sure that he was dreaming, but he had a nagging aching feeling that it was far more than just some common dream! It was a message. Alex wanted to understand it. Alex had done a lot of soul-searching for ways to rid himself of his murderous hate for this nagging fanatic. Looking from his invisible panorama, Alex could see himself enter the kitchen. He searched for and found a small bowl and then went to a refrigerator. He took out some leftover curry and recalled her harsh words to him from a couple of nights earlier.

“Please! Chris, you are not my mother!”

“Thank God!” He had thought to himself.

“Well you certainly need one! Wasting the Lord’s provisions by eating when it just squirts out both ends!”

“I hate that woman!” Alex confirmed to himself.

“What are you doing in the Lord’s refrigerator again?”

Alex saw himself trying to hide the food from Chris. “Chris, I found a small puppy and he’s hungry!”

“You will most certainly not give the Lord’s food to some cur!” Chris exclaimed. “The human vermin scarcely deserve it. They complain when I give the cat a piece of meat that we certainly could never eat, but I felt it was good enough for them. Take that hopeless animal away to just die. We are here to save souls, not fill their bellies, human or otherwise!”

“You’re a British Twinkie, Chris! You’re a prude, a…” Alex had a much better choice of words, but he only thought them, never proclaiming them.

“Well! I never…!”

“And you probably never will! I promise you!” Alex walked out of the kitchen without the curry.
Alex seemed to be looking out of someone else’s eyes. Alex pulled on his bound arms to see if he was still bound. He was still tightly secured. Alex saw the hands reach over to the handle of a cabinet. The man pulled on it and it slid open. Alex saw someone’s left hand pick up a very large
butcher’s block.

“What are you doing? Wait!” Chris begged.

In his vision, Chris pleaded as the man approached her holding the butcher block in his hand.

“NO! Please don’t do this! I’m Sorry! Take it all! Please! NOOO!”

He grabbed Chris by the hair and swung the heavy weapon hard, hitting her in the neck and semi-decapitating her. Alex could now only see a pair of hands holding Chris by her hair. Alex could see drops of sweat falling in front of the eyes out of which he was looking. The hands were cutting Chris Harris’s body, arms, legs, head and torso. The killer’s hands hacked off the last arm and picked up the torso and placed it in the large pot. Alex saw this stranger in his vision place the limbs and head neatly around the center torso. The scene didn’t concern Alex as much as his sheer lack of sympathy did. The right hand then took a book of matches and struck one on the side of the box with the left hand. The flame ignited beneath the pot with a large echoing sound throughout the room. The flame was set on high.

Through the eyes of the killer, the kitchen began to speed past Alex’s sight. He understood that the killer was leaving the kitchen and going into the bathroom. Alex saw it all as it transpired. Suddenly, the hands reappeared. The killer must have been looking down at his hands. They were stained red from the killers’ homicidal exploits. The left hand reached over to the cold-water faucets. The water sprang out boiling hot. The right hand took a bar of well-worn soap. Soon the hands were covered with a reddish white lather. The killer put the soap down and began to turn the left hand over the right and the right over the left. The killer rinsed his hands and took a towel. Alex was staring at the towel rack. His view began to rise up the white washed wall from the sink to the mirror. Alex’s head began to race. His extremities became numb, and he pulled hard on the ropes and shackles that held him tightly. When the killer’s face appeared, Alex let out a bloodcurdling cry. Alex saw himself in the mirror!

“No! Please! No! That’s not me! I couldn’t do something like that! OK, I hate her…many times I’ve wished she were dead, but…?”
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“My dear Sheik, do I not recollect a certain time when you said, ‘If I could kill someone without Elyon knowing, and with cops to fend off, it would be her!’? Is that not correct?”

Alex looked up harshly at the fallen cherub. He almost snarled in anger.

“How do you know so much about me?”

“My dear seed of Nimrod what am I, Chopped Liver? I am Abaddon, the keeper of the abyss, servant of him who is the power of the evil odious air, the Son of the Morning! Do you want to hear him roar?”

Alex squinted as the vicious cry exploded into the dark large room where Alex sat bound hand and foot viewing these unspeakable images!

“You are Satan’s demon!”

“In the flesh!” retorted the beast, bowing and ginning widely and showing his jagged teeth beneath a snarling smile.

“I rebuke you in the name of the…”

“Of Elyon, you will say?” Abaddon queried. “We all know Him well; better than you ever will! We all served him mightily!”

The silence in the room was horrific! Nothing could be heard except for Abaddon’s voice. There was a certain hum resonating throughout the room. It was as if there was so much diabolical power in the room that it made the molecules rattle! Abaddon looked into Alex’s face. His foul, hot breath burned Alex’s stomach and face, making him scream.

“We all served Him, Elyon that is! He is an egotistical…!”

“We had it all, it was ours and I was the keeper of the realm! Do you get that?”

Abaddon drew closer to Alex and grabbed him by the hair and stuck out its tongue and let it slide across Alex’s face. The touch again burned Alex’s skin and he wanted to pass out!

“I was the keeper! It was the master’s temper that caused it! One little spot of iniquity and we were out! No mercy! No tolerance! Not even the slightest bit of leeway! Don’t ever think you know Him better than I! It is not mere words, my chosen one that can sweep away the forces of darkness! You must believe and you do not! So, go ahead! Call on Him; that cursed Creator!”

Alex closed his eyes. He wanted to make himself wake up but he seemed locked into this nightmare. He was in this chair, naked with his face filled with the foul odor of the demon’s breath. The demonic guardian flew over to Alex and landed on top of Alex’s legs. The corrupted Watcher’s claws dug deep into Alex’s skin. It showed its fangs and drew close to Alex’s face. Its nostrils were expanding and constricting.

“You know my master! You know him for he is with you! His seed has followed you to this moment all the way back to Nimrod and beyond him to the time when the Watchers cohabitated with the daughters of men! You cannot see it all now, but you will feel it, you have felt it and you will rule over it and use the power to take back your kingdoms and principalities and powers! There is but one force that cannot pronounce the word, “relent.” We will never give in! We will never surrender! We will never bow down! We have fought since the day your kind was formed from the dust of the Earth! We insist on all! Because we want our land! HA! HA! HA! We do not simply want to thwart the plans of that unjust Elyon. Before, we were His plan! His eye was upon us! Then he built the
extension and we resisted, refusing to submit to the likes of such weak and needy things as humans! We said “no” and have not relented since the day we took the battle of Elyon to the very door of the Palace of Elyon! You shall produce the key, the progeny, and the one who shall regain our
previous status and then we shall cast down this traitorous creator and His king and my master shall sit on the sides of the North as he once did! I am the keeper of the master’s pit. You are his servant, His warrior, His victor to regain what is His alone and you are his Son!”

Alex began to twist and turn violently in his captive throne. Abaddon roared. “It is not yet time to awaken!” he added. Out of the dark, four naked spirits rose up from the ground directly in front of Alex holding smoking vessels in front of them. When they got to where Alex was sitting, they took the smoking pots and poured out their contents over Alex’s head, back and abdomen. Alex looked up as the first vessel was tilted over top of his head, Alex could see what was inside and what was about to flow out over his head, into his face and down his back and torso. Slowly, steadily and horribly, boiling, hot pitch was about ready to induce its scalding effects on Alex’s body! The molten lava-like pitch attached to his skin and burned deep holes in him throughout his body. One, two, finally, in all, fifteen vessels of pitch were poured out over various parts of his body. Alex screamed, yelled, pleaded and threatened. The mist-like spirits proceeded to carry out their mission of corruption. Alex was sure that he had died and was in Tenebre!

“You have to feel the master’s pain of having been created the most beautiful of creatures and now turned into an evil creature with maggots eternally following him under his feet and ants and bugs throughout his body. How he once loved to behold himself! How we all loved to praise him! He was not satisfied. He wanted more! Now look at me, I was white, gloriously-winged and I chose my Master because he is my kind, my kindred and he will reign again through you! You must feel his pain of having been denied his heritage, His inheritance! This war must be continued, not commenced! For the war has been raging since the day Elyon breathed life into frail bodies of earthen clay! The great day when the power of Lucia shall be unleashed into the world of the blinded is at hand and the Master shall have all sway in the matter of the created and of that which has been from everlasting to everlasting and in what will be no more! You are the 665th generation and progenitor of him who shall embody the mark of the Lord of Evil! Your Seed shall shake the foundations of the Earth and cause the nations to tremble and the high place to crumble to the ground. Your fruit shall scrape up its residue and deliver it all at the Master’s feet!”

Alex pulled up sharply from his chair. It did not move. The demonic watchman responded smugly while watching Alex out the corner of his eye. The four naked spirits took the shape of frogs and took hold of Alex’s mouth and pried it open! Each of them crawled down Alex’s throat. The last one leapt into Alex’s mouth and roared loudly as it slid into his body.

“They shall reside with you and in you until the appointed time when you shall make use of them. You see, I keep the gates of Tenebre. I have much time on my hands!”

The demon lunged out and grabbed Alex by the neck. “I’ll be watching you closely! I know how you think, what makes you tick. I watch all of them much more than they would ever care to watch themselves in the mirror. You, Sir, we never take our eyes off of you. You are the provider. You are the male conspirator in the conception of a new order. Through you, shall he come to take the thing in hand and reshape it to my master’s liking! Oh! My peygamber!”

Alex began to heave the captive throne in which he was bound to the right and to the left while rebuking Abaddon in Christ’s name. Abaddon roared with the echoed voices of a thousand hungry lions.

“The Lord rebuke me, Manassa Dormin? I am sure he does! The words you utter are powerful, but not from one of our own unless you really believe them as more than some catchphrase.”

Suddenly, the room lit up with the sounds of roaring, howling and hissing of screaming wild beasts!
“My prophet, now there’s some tough noise if you want some. You will learn to frighten the dead but not with such Christian mumbo-jumbo, my peygamber. There have been a few that have uttered those words and the gates of Tenebre rumbled and clattered! That has not been so for a very long time indeed, and they are fewer than you might guess! Now, just listen to my master roar!”

Abaddon tilted back his head and closed his yellow and red glowing eyes as though he were listening to a symphony orchestra. The sounds of thousands of ravaging roaring lions in search of prey slowly changed into the sound of the call to prayer from the minarets throughout the Muslim world!

“Allah Wakbar!”

“You can call the Master Lucia, the Devil, Satan but the very best one is Allah! They are all the same. He is not picky my seed-giver! He only has one desire, the destruction of the name of Elyon! You must corrupt these servants of my master and mold them into a Swarm of warriors, religious zealots without the spark of the life of Elyon’s faith! His book declares it even! Out of the pit shall come forth a Swarm of locusts, with the hair of women and crowns on their heads! These are the vermin, attached by the name of Allah!”

Alex understood that this beast spoke of terrorists that should overrun the globe. They had hair like women, they had turbans for crowns and they were vermin who could infest the globe with their savaging hordes.

“The Master’s voice is all of this and more! I should know, I’m the keeper of the abyss. He has declared that the time has arrived for the retrieval of the heritage that was denied him by a weak, compassionate and merciful creator, oh the Devil with it!”

“I want out! This is not real!” Alex cried, shaking his head back and forth, choking out his words. “The Lord…! The Lord rebuke…!”

Alex was unable to complete the one sure-fire phrase that he was told would chase away the wily devil. As though stubbornly declining Alex’s brain’s impulse, the words refused to be uttered! Abaddon levitated over to Alex and bent down to meet Alex’s eyes with its own.

“It’s not time to wake up yet, Manassa Dormin, my seed-bearer.”

Suddenly, out of the recesses of the infective darkness, Alex saw forms of 15 spirits flutter towards him. Each one held a bucket full of hot pitch in their left hand. Seven of them held scrolls in their right hands. The misty images floated over closely to Alex. Alex looked unbelievingly at the vision before him. As he looked up, he saw the buckets raised and tilted over. Alex quickly covered his face in his palms as the sticky, hot, black, boiling liquid dropped to the back of his head. Each spirit poured out the contents of their buckets onto Alex’s head, back and arms. Alex screamed in agony as the scorching tar streamed slowly down his body. Three entities took handfuls of straw, insects and garbage and hurled it onto the pitch. Alex’s body appeared as though it were decomposing. The
insects that clung to the tar fought violently to escape. Alex screamed loudly and begged the keeper of the abyss to let him go.

“You must learn to deny the pain. He must dispose of all feelings of pity, mercy, grace and forgiveness! He proposes, He requires, He requires calamity and dissension! He wants his heritage! The Master has appointed you as the provider of the seed of his vindication! Your seed, the son of
evil, he shall be the key into the Garden of Jehovah, blessed be His name. The fruit of your loins shall bring the end of your race (long overdue, mind you) and return it to the Master’s kindred! Your son, he is the new man; the body of a man, but the soul of Lucia! Your moment of destiny is upon you! Now, go back home! I’ll be just out of the corner of your right eye!”

Alex’s eyes suddenly sprang open so fast they seemed frozen and unable to close. His sweat-drenched body began to rustle on his sunken mattress. When his mind had sufficiently reoriented itself, Alex opened his eyes and thrust his torso forward into the sitting up position. He rubbed his eyes slightly and looked down on the bed. It was covered with dead ants. There wasn’t one ant left on either of the walls, nor on the ceiling!

Alex felt an itching, tingling sensation over his back and chest areas. When he felt the irritation he suddenly realized that it didn’t feel good at all. It was more like a burning feeling that was slightly worse than that from the sun. Alex looked at his stomach. It was red and blistered. Quickly, he took a small mirror from beneath his bed. He held it up at an angle to look at his back. It too appeared to have been sizzled on a grill for a short time. Then he noticed his wrists. They were scraped and bruised. His hair was full of straw and sticks and he pulled out a moving, living roach out of his hair. The dream came back to him. He remembered the chair, the ropes. He remembered Sally. He looked at his wrists and ankles. They were black and blue and rubbed raw.

“What does all this mean?” Alex asked himself, still looking in the mirror at his back. Alex noticed something strange about his face. No, it wasn’t his face. It was his eyes. It was his right eye, to be exact! Alex stared more intently at his eyes. There was something in his right eye. He looked at it intently in the mirror. The right eye grew clearer. Attentively, Alex brought the eye more closely into the left eye’s view. There! In the corner! Alex saw it. He could almost feel it moving! He was sure he heard it laughing, sneering and roaring ever so slightly in his ears, especially in the right ear. Then it was there! The name came to Alex just as the thing popped into view.

“Abaddon!”

“Forget the girl Alex! You’ve got a world to dismantle, ha-ha!” Abaddon said out of the corner of Alex’s eye. “When you’ve finished with her, she’d better just die and get out of the way! She could be trouble! You’re never going to be alone again, my Sheik! Salaam Alekum!”

Alex walked over to the sink to wash the mess out of his hair. He glanced at the mirror and the there was something written on it in blood.

“It was all in your heart Alex. I swear to…I swear! Today you are really going to make a really grand exit, and a powerful entrée into a new world, don’t you think? Hope I didn’t scare the Tenebre out of ya! NO! Don’t do that! HA! HA! HA! Scare the Tenebre out of you! That was a good one, don’t you think?” Abaddon disappeared. Alex dropped his head to the sink and wept. He would not weep again! He opened his eyes and found himself planted deeply in his sunken mattress staring up at the legion of ants going about their endless mayhem on the ceiling overhead. He looked to the right with his eye and screamed in horror.

“You belong to us now!” the creature proclaimed. Alex could not scream again for his wrists were bleeding and he knew he had encountered the evil one. He was no match for it. He had a world to dismantle!

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Balance — A Requirement for Total Success

By the time I was in my late twenties, I really felt as if I had arrived. I was making great money, driving a fancy car and living in a big house. Everything I based success on, I had. The harsh reality was, my life was in turmoil. Although I had a level of success, I didn't have TOTAL SUCCESS.

It's the same with my friends who make millions and millions of dollars annually. They make more than I'll make in a lifetime and yet they don't have what I now understand to be TOTAL SUCCESS. They only have professional success. Their main focus is business. They have difficulty in relationships, failed marriages, problem children, they misuse their authority and power and they eat and drink to excess. Their life is in turmoil and their lifestyle is killing them.

I don't know how to assess another's spiritual well-being, but I think that it's hard to have inner-peace when your life is in turmoil. My experience has shown me a successful life is more than a successful business. This was a lesson hard learned. By the time I had

“arrived” I was working way too much; 60 to 70 hours a week, sometimes more. I'd work until ten o'clock on Friday nights and often be in my office on weekends. I was driven to be successful in my business.

As I mentioned earlier, the first year out of dental school I made $50,000. This was under very poor conditions. Even though this was a lot of money by most people's standards, my goal was to make $100,000 the second year. In 1978, that was a ton of money and I pulled out all the stops in order to reach that goal. By today's standards that would be $300,000 - $400,000 a year.

I was driven to produce. Nothing was going to stop me. I did what I needed to do continually for the next couple of years. I had arrived, so I thought. I was 29 years old. I had a five-bedroom house on a 1-acre lot, a Mercedes-Benz, and my life looked great

— from the outside.

What wasn't apparent to a casual observer was I also had a wife and children I never saw, or saw very little. Even though I was doing what I thought a good husband should do, my wife was very upset. She was doing everything with the kids and I was not there to help and support her on that level.

Anne was so upset, I would come home at night and she would scream at me and say, “You're not here; you're not helping. I can't go on like this!” I found myself making many promises like, “I'm only going to do this for a little while, it's going to get better, and I'm going to change.” A year would go by and I wouldn't change; I continued to be driven to make the money to prove I was successful.

Where I grew up, not many of my friends went to college. The fact that I became a dentist was a step above. I was hell-bent on showing people that it doesn't matter where you start, you can make something of yourself. I would constantly affirm, “I came from a working class neighborhood; I am now successful and make enough money to buy whatever I want.”

What was important at the time was to make enough money to show people I was successful. At that point in my life, it was more about showing them I was successful than living a successful life. The one way I could do it was to make a lot of money.

People would say, “Wow. You've made it!” That meant a lot to me! Little did I realize all my focus on business and money was putting my life completely out of balance. I suppose if I would have paid attention to what my wife was saying and how I was feeling I would have known how out of balance I was.

It wasn't until 1983 that I began to recognize the need for balance. Work was a major disruption in my life even though it was giving me my perceived success. Although I had been ignoring it for a long time, there was now no denying that I needed to do what I could to have a balanced life.

First, I took steps to fix my business. As my business improved, I started paying consultants to help me learn how to run my business more efficiently. It was through these business improvements I was able to take more time with my family. This allowed me to be home with my family more and focus on my physical balance. This was pivotal in improving my relationship with my wife and children and my health.

My wife is a great mother and a wonderful spouse for hanging in there until I was present and accounted for on the home front. Most striking to me was that as I came into a kind of physical and professional balance, my marriage came into balance as well. This then opened up the part of my life that was lacking, the spiritual inner component.

It was during that time Charlie introduced me to a way of life that would forever change me. Charlie was an advocate of living a very balanced life and he made no qualms about the importance of this. He said, “The more balanced your life becomes, the more success you can create. The more balance you have the more you will realize what you are capable of and how connected everything is.”

By now I was keenly aware that all aspects of my life were connected at a deep level. I could no longer address one area without addressing another. Once I knew this, I could no longer go back to my old way of thinking, acting and believing. Everything was shifting.

I came to realize my wife and family deserved as much attention as my business. It was during that time I created goals concerning my family relationships. I wanted and needed to be a contributor.

One of my goals was to be the best husband I could be. With this as my focus, a shift began. Just the fact I had a focus on improvement the changes began. I made a conscious effort to say something positive about my wife everyday. Not necessarily big things, but things like, “Honey, you're the best. You look beautiful today. I appreciate all that you do.” The key was to convey my feelings with sincerity, not just to hear myself talk.

By running my business better and having systems in place at work, I had more time to share with my family and enjoy time with my wife. I made a conscious effort to do little things like help around the house. Even though I was running a business, making this kind of a change made a huge difference. I would catch myself saying things like, “Can I help you do anything?” and “Why don't you let me get that for you?”

The most amazing thing began to happen. I found I was feeling more love for my wife than I ever had. I began focusing on what I love and appreciate about my wife. I found the more I focused, the more desire I had to be a contributing husband and the better my life became. It became very apparent positive business changes were having a positive effect on my personal life.

It was the same with my health. As my business improved, I was now putting effort into my physical well-being. The healthier I became, the better my personal relationships became and the better I performed in my business. I was now experiencing what Charlie had often talked about: balance in all areas of my life.

I was gaining an insider's view that what we focus on increases. It is one of the most basic principles of success, yet one that is the most underutilized. Creating balance isn't a big secret. It's really about doing the very basics. Actually, it's more about doing the basic stuff than making massive change all at once.

Balance includes our thoughts and goes back to controlled thinking and focus. To create balance you have to watch your thought process and what you ask for. I use my thinking to support my relationships, my health, my finances and my spirituality. For example, around my relationship with my wife, I will repeat to myself, “I love being with my wife and I am happy to be with her.”

It goes back to the saying, “Energy flows where your attention goes.” So if my attention is on the positive, energy flows there. I fill my mind and heart with the positive and don't let thoughts of conflict, fear or lack rob my peace. One of the biggest tools that has helped the balance in my marriage is the use of DiSC® Classic. My wife's dominant

behavior pattern is different from mine, therefore I know we're going to have different wants and desires. Sometimes I have to concede to her wants and desires if I truly want a happy relationship.

I've learned not to fight about insignificant things. As strange as that sounds, I just don't fight anymore. Being somewhat of a hotheaded Italian, I've been known to say the wrong thing too quickly. I've just learned not to do this anymore in my marriage. It isn't worth the imbalance it creates. I now know I can choose what I say and what I do. I also know how much significance or insignificance I place on anything is up to me.

I've learned a balanced life requires discipline and attention. In order to thrive in my relationship with my wife, I have to bring the same discipline to our marriage that I've brought to my business. There is a relationship between work and family that balance each other. One supports the other.

Although it may sound as though my discipline is to hold my tongue, this is not so. My discipline is to see love where there could be conflict, peace where at one time there was fear and balance even when the circle is a little out of kilter. In the scheme of things, I don't win by winning an argument. I'm not happier when we argue.

My work relationships demand the same balance. My team and the other dentists in the office and I know each other's behavior style. We've all taken the DiSC® Classic profile so we have a deep understanding and respect for the differences that create our team and our partnership. We think before we talk. We understand when someone says or does certain things that may be irritating; they're probably not doing it to aggravate us. They simply have a different style.

A huge part for me in creating balance is I've given up the thought of self-importance. I have come to recognize that many times someone's actions are just a part of his or her behavioral style and is not a reflection on me. The objective is to value everyone and make the situation better. Relationships at home and work affect your business success.

My desire for a more balanced life began to shift around the time I was trying to change the business. Strange things happen when you work 70 or 80 hours a week. You go to work, come home, eat, and sleep. You wake up and do the same thing the next day. And the next. And the next…

I would literally come home, eat a regular meal at ten o'clock, have a beer or two, and go to bed. Without any type of physical activity, I put weight on. After awhile, I got a Hiatal hernia, the type of hernia where the stomach pushes up through a hole in the diaphragm muscle. It is very painful. I had chest pains every time I'd lie down. I wasn't very old and my body was becoming that of an old man.

I had to change my eating habits because of the hernia, the weight gain, the lack of energy and just not feeling good overall. I turned things around by minimizing my consumption of alcohol, reducing my meat intake and making a commitment to participate in a healthy diet for a period of a year.

It was during this time I decided I wanted to play tennis again. Before I could play, I needed to get in better shape. I decided the first thing I would do is run a couple miles at the local track. I struggled the first time on the track. Shocked and disgusted, I realized I was 30 years old and I couldn't even run a mile. Something happened in that moment. I vowed to get in top physical shape from that point forward.

I said to myself and to my wife, “I am going to run four days a week, rain or shine, no matter what, and eat a healthy diet.” To this day, over 25 years later, I have kept the commitment.

I realized I had been shortchanging others by the choices I had made up to that point. A part of me acknowledged it wasn't fair to have a low energy level when I'd go to work. I knew my family would eventually suffer if my health were less than the best I could achieve. With a commitment to running and improving my health, I could keep my commitments to work and play harder on the weekends.

For the past 25 years, the number of times that I have not run four days a week is less than ten, and that's because of matters that were out of my control. The number of times I haven't run because I didn't feel like it is zero. I have never gone to the door and said, “Well, it's cold, it's raining, it's snowing… I don't feel like running today.”

I've run with a fever, I've run and thrown up, I've run in blizzards. I've run in rain, I've run when it is hot. I've run because it's my day to run. To this day my wife says, “I know you're crazy going out there,” and I say, “Yeah, I know, but I'm going to do it anyway,” and I do it. I know this is not for everybody. This is simply the degree of commitment I've dedicated to my health and fitness.

The bottom line is that commitment is required in all areas of life. A commitment to your business, your relationships, your physical and spiritual being. I never lie about my commitments. When you lie about your commitments the first time, it makes the second time much easier, and the third time easier yet. Soon there is no commitment, then there's no structure, and eventually you are out of balance. When you lie to yourself it impacts your self-worth and value.

A strange thing happened when recapturing my balance; the physical improvement came first, then business started to get better. That's when my relationships started to get better. My relationships improved because I was able to spend more quality time with my wife and children. This did not happen in a matter of weeks; this took a period of four to five years to occur. In an instant gratification world, it is important for people to realize success takes time. Time takes commitment and commitment takes integrity to one's self. It is like the old saying goes, To Thine Own Self Be True.

As my physical life, relationships and business were balancing out, the strangest thing began to happen. I found my desire for a more balanced spiritual life begin to take hold.

In 1985, Charlie Schaivo introduced me to yet one more instrument that would have a profound impact on my life. Charlie said to me, “Joe, why don't you come along on this

retreat to Malvern?” Not knowing what Malvern was or what to expect, I avoided making the commitment to go, but eventually I did go, because by now I really trusted Charlie's guidance.

With the decision to go to Malvern, little did I know what an incredible experience awaited me and that my life would change forever. Malvern is a Christian retreat that happens to be Catholic. You don't have to be Catholic to participate. It's a semi structured weekend with religious services, quiet time, reflection time, meditation and prayer. They have a retreat master who gives various talks throughout the weekend based on a specific theme.

Malvern was so amazing I vowed to attend every year without ever allowing any excuses. My first retreat at Malvern so moved me that when I came home from the weekend I told Charlie, “If I ever tell you I can't go to Malvern, tell me I'm a liar. There will never be a reason why I can't go.”

The time I invested at Malvern made me realize I needed a period at least once a year to have quiet time; to look back over the previous year and reflect. Until I really participated in quiet time, I didn't realize how much I craved it.

The Malvern Retreat is held during the Father's Day weekend. My friends and family know that this is my weekend. Actually, I passed on Charlie's legacy to my son. He's been coming since he was 15, and like me, attends every year without fail.

We spend the weekend together as father and son. The retreat provides us with quality time, a time to be together, and a time to talk together. It is about connection, reflection, and silence.

Our lives are bombarded with noise, both internal and external. Cell phones, iPods, computers, e-mails, faxes; you name it, we have it and it is only going to increase.

To consciously take time to reflect is an incredible experience and a tool of balance. Once exposed to the quiet, I recognized how overwhelmed I had actually become.

In addition to Malvern, following Charlie's example, I started to go to church services in the morning. Even though my work schedule often prevented me from staying for the entire church service, I was still able to sit quietly for 15 minutes or so.

During that time, I enjoyed the quietness of just sitting there. It didn't matter if there was a priest at the altar or even whether a church service was going on or not; it was simply a time to connect to the quietness.

When I first went deep into my spiritual journey, I was at a crossroads in many areas of my life. As most people do, I often had questions in my life that needed answers. Some of the questions I had were not easy. Some of my questions were business related, some about home, and others about relationships.

With the business, I might be grappling with finances and taking on other dentists or employees. I knew it was important to think through whatever decision I made. My family issues required I go deep into myself. Sitting in the quiet the answers came to me with grace and at times with ease. The longer I have made quiet time a part of my spiritual foundation, the easier it becomes to receive information from the Divine.

Although for me spirituality is a church, a God, a belief and Divine intervention, it may not be that way for everyone. Even if people don't believe in a God per se, many believe there are energies or forces out there that control the Universe. I think we all need quiet time in today's world. Spirituality is a vehicle to quietness and inner reflection.

I have found that having a time and a place for quiet time in my home and life has enhanced me in ways that often amaze me. In the 25 plus years since beginning my reflection time, I no longer walk into a room and unconsciously turn on the radio or

TV. Prior to that time, I would use the noise as a distraction.

Noise is a great avoider of reflection. I often say, “You cannot hear when there is noise.” Now I consciously work at minimizing the distractions and increasing the quiet time.

Make quiet time to be with yourself and to reflect. If you can't be comfortable taking time to be with yourself, how can you expect others to want to be with you?

The purpose of quiet time isn't just relaxation, there is more to it. It helps with our creativity and problem solving. For example, when your mind goes from the conscious state to the state just prior to sleep, you produce a greater amount of alpha waves. When your mind is producing alpha waves, you're more open to receiving ideas and you're more creative in your thought process.

In fact, Thomas Edison unknowingly would practice thinking in an alpha state. He would sit in the late afternoon with a lead ball in his hand when he was tired and blocked. He'd close his eyes and await a sense of slumber until he would drop the ball. He wanted the ball to wake him before he fell into sleep knowing this level of consciousness would produce good ideas and enhance his creativity when he opened his eyes.

Edison's process is basically a form of a meditation. I know the impact and importance of a meditative state. In essence, it is simply a focused, quiet state. While in dental school, I took a course on transcendental meditation. This was not a part of the dental curriculum, but done independently. I also participated in studies based upon transcendental meditation and how the results of meditation in producing alpha waves compared to progressive relaxation, self-hypnosis and hypnosis.

Amazingly, all four states produced increased alpha waves, thus showing that quietness in any of these situations allows you to be more creative and productive. It is not necessary to take courses in any or all of these areas. You can reap the benefits of an alpha state just by developing quietness in your life.
Here is a very simple step virtually anyone can implement to find serenity, peace, and increased creativity. Find a place within your home or your life where you can take 5 to 10 minutes. Sit with your eyes closed. Just sit in a chair for a few minutes. You can concentrate on your breathing, or you can repeat a simple phrase or mantra.

I frequently do this during my lunch break. I close my eyes and repeat a personal mantra. After a mere 10 minutes, I wake up extremely energized. I notice in the quiet I have a greater sense of my own truth; my gut instinct is honed and an intuitive wisdom is developed. Quietness is a simple tool with deep and lasting benefits.

The mantra you repeat can be a word, a phrase or a sound. A mantra usually has a personal meaning attached to it. The most important thing is to simply allow yourself quiet time. I have also deepened my spiritual practices by participating in a gospel reflection group that meets every Friday morning. I have attended sessions for the last few years with a group of very successful business owners, mostly high-powered men who have a diverse mix of backgrounds, experiences and religions. We connect by way of a gospel reading, which we then relate to daily life and the things we should or could be doing better.
This gospel group has been very revealing. To hear other men, who I admire and respect for what they have accomplished, share their insights is incredible. They know the importance spirituality plays in their life. Their commitment to balance is remarkable. They are a group of men that hold fast to what they know. One of the sayings we have there is, “Once you know, you cannot not know.”
This simply means once a truth has been revealed to you, it is difficult to act on an old behavior that is no longer in your best interest or serves your highest good. For example, in our group we have discussions about honesty in business, fidelity in our marriage, and living a life of integrity. Although any one of us could act on a behavior or a moment's temptation, we will likely choose not to. Not because we couldn't get away with something and hide something from others, it is because in our heart we would know we went against the core values we live by.

It goes back to my experience of recognizing what I needed to do to have true balance in my life. Once I became aware, there was no going back. I'm not sure I could have accomplished all that I have without this concept of spirituality and balance. In the last 5 to 10 years, my balance has been above average. I have a life that I am proud of and is filled with happiness. I do not say this to impress anyone. I say it to impress upon you that you can create an amazing life with lasting success. It simply takes awareness, willingness and action.

I have had people ask me if I am 100% certain about my concept of God and spirituality. Actually, it doesn't matter if what I believe is true or not. I say this because if I died tonight and I get to wherever I'm going only to find there is no Heaven and no God, I would be satisfied. I'd look back on my life and say, “I'm glad I did it that way, because I was a happier person. I lived my life based on principles that made me happy and made others happy.”

So I don't live or think this way to reap the benefits of Heaven. I live this way and believe this way because it gives me a quality of life that is truly passionate, joyful and loving.

I know life is fragile; it could fall apart tomorrow, but I'd still have my sense of self and the knowledge to recreate and rebalance this gift we call “life.”

I am asked frequently what my “secret” to success is. My secret is not a secret at all; it is simply about balance and awareness. It needn't be difficult and it is available to almost everyone. At times it may not be the easiest thing to achieve, yet the more you strive for it, the easier it becomes.

When we can link our worldly successes with spiritual understanding, we will bridge the great divide of being materially successful and spiritually rich. First, understand what the four areas of balance are and do a self-assessment using The Circle of Balance. After you've assessed your state of balance, create an action plan for improving your work, relationships, and your physical well-being.

If you can commit to improving these three areas of your life, the spirituality side of life will come together on its own without a lot of effort and what effort you do put into it will be well worth it.

I have tried to create success in both my business and personal life in order to achieve Total Success. Success in business alone is incomplete. Given the choice of one of these

two areas, I would choose to have a successful personal life.

Understanding of The Circle of Balance and taking action to have balance has allowed me the gift of having success both personally and professionally and the ability to achieve Total Success.

One of the greatest benefits in achieving Total Success is our ability to share what we have with others. The principle of giving and sharing reaches back through the centuries. It is a spiritual principle that took me some time to really grasp, yet all the most successful people I know subscribe to this principle. In the next chapter I share what it took for me to fully grasp this concept and how pivotal it has been in my life.

Balance Success Summary

Ø Total Success requires more than a successful business and a great income.
Ø Success in your personal life is more important than success in your business.
Ø Pay people to get your work (business) to run more efficiently.
Ø As work and physical worlds come into balance, family life comes into balance as
well.
Ø The more balanced your life becomes, the more success you can create.
Ø As your physical life, relationships and business balance out, you find the desire
for more of a spiritual component in your life.
Ø We need some quiet time and reflection time in our day. Our lives are bombarded by
noise. It is hard to hear when there is noise.
Ø Find a place in your home or work where you can experience quiet.
Ø Quiet opens the mind.
Ø To move towards a 10 in all four areas requires a commitment to action.
Ø Once you lie to yourself about a commitment, the second and third time the lie
becomes easier and soon there is no commitment.
Ø Total Success requires a successful business and personal life.
Ø The Circle of Balance can guide you to Total Success.

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