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Preacher Pialo said, “I had a weird dream. It was something Victor had said about the Sumerians. And it is like the dream led me to a book here in the library. There is evidence the Sumerians were not just in Mesopotania but also in the area of Bolivia in the Americas. Isn’t that weird?”
“I guess. I don’t know. I am not Victor. He would understand the importance of what you are saying but I don’t.”
“It may indicate that the Sumerians fled Atlantis and that Atlantis was much larger than what some scientist, those few who think it might have existed, want to suggest. And Victor said Jesus was a Sumerian. Do you know there is not much historical evidence that Jesus really existed in the area of Palestine or Israel?”
“I am not smart but I am pretty sure that if you start preaching that shit you will be kicked out of the church.”
“I know. I know. I know. But that conversation with Victor keeps weighing on my mind.”
“Yeah. Victor’s conversations with people tends to do that. I love him. Don’t misunderstand. But he is weird. And he can make you weird if you give him half of a chance.”
Hearthville Serial: Book 7
Episode 26
Any Truth, Proper Grammar, or Correct Spelling is totally coincidental if not accidental.
All characters are fiction. This story is fiction. This story makes no claims about any real person.
By Charles Peters
Copyright 2021
All Rights Reserved
Sabian Blackrock, back from the prison on planet Malokey, sat in his mansion, sat in the billiard room, sipping champaign. Joesion Grant, Madison Grant’s father, sat across from him. He was now free from the prison on Malokey but he’d had to deal with Sabian for his freedom. As he sat across from Sabian he was not proud of himself. His own daughter, Madison, was now locked in earth’s Outlands. And his hope to free Napoleon now seemed like a lost cause.
Sabian smiled a devil’s smile. There was talk that Alice Malokey was of a mind to just abandon earth and return to her home planet. Nothing would suit him better.
Sabian’s son Bilford walked into the Billiard room. “None of the people I have working to find Winston and Rabbit have been successful.”
Sabian said, “When my men were going after Amelia, Winston and Rabbit were in the middle of it. Victor transported them when protecting Amelia and Sam’s parents. I am sure Winston is okay.”
Bilford stared at his father. “What if they are trapped in the Outlands?”
“Then they are trapped in the Outlands. There is nothing I can do about it.”
Joesion stared at Bilford. He wondered if Bilford might be a potential ally in trying to figure some way to rescue Madison from the Outlands.”
Bilford screamed, “Sometimes, I fucking hate you.”
Sabian laughed. “Yeah. See what that and the price of eggs in China gets you. I am sure Winston is safe somewhere in Witch City. There is no reason to expect that he was transported to the Outlands.”
“Then I and Winfrey are going to Witch City to look for our son. You may not love Winston but we do.”
Sabian stared at Joesion. “Winston is total disappointment and at times a major thorn in my side. There is nothing loveable about the boy.”
Bilford stormed out of the room. “Fuck you.”
A man came into the room. He walked over to Sabian. “Can I talk freely?”
“Sure. I will stop you if needed.”
“We have reports that Leroy Bare is working on a cure for the more deadly Covid Variant. Do you want him caged?”
“Fuck. Cure him so he will not have a reason to look for his own cure?”
“It is not for himself. There is a girl…”
“The dude is queer. What girl?”
“The whore Tiffany Lane. I believe you met her when Winston brought her home one night.”
Joesion laughed. “Well, alright Winston.”
Sabian smiled at Joesion’s approval. Then Sabian explained, “It was to play Chess. He paid her $500 to play Chess. And when I objected he bet me $10,000 that I could not beat her at Chess.”
The man laughed. “That was so entertaining. Winston, he got you good, yes he did, baby.”
Sabian said, “Should I remind you that you work for me.”
Joesion asked, “So you lost?”
Sabian screamed, “I fucking lost. The girl beat in 17 moves. 17 fucking moves.”
The man asked, “Should I cure Tiffany so Leroy will stop working on a cure?”
Sabian said, “Yes. Yes cure her. I actually like her.”
Joesion nodded in approval.
The man also nodded. “I will get her the cure as fast as I can.”
“Good. Be careful though. Remember, Leroy has his grandfather and Nanny Ogleby watching out for him so even in astral form you might be discovered.”
“I will be careful.”
*****
Victor stood on a cliff. He looked down on the waves of Abscond Ocean beating on the sharp rocks below. He then looked outward to view the flashing lights from a lighthouse across the bay.
Iapetus walked up to Victor. “It is rather beautiful here, isn’t it?”
Victor turned and stared at Iapetus. “Am I dead and in my grave and dreaming all of this?”
“I don’t think so.”
“That sounded convincing.”
Iapetus smiled. Someone once asked me if this is all just God sleeping and having a bad dream. And they supposed that when he wakes, none of us will ever have existed.”
“Amelia does sleep.”
“Has Caelous explained what is happening to you?”
“He explained. And I explained. I can open the Outlands up anytime I choose. I can send Sabian to hell. But the virus must be cured before I will open the Outlands up. The odds are that I probably am not the only soul here who is infected.”
“Can you cure the virus?”
“As you well know magic is constrained by knowledge. You can’t make a car magically appear if you don’t know how to build a car and all of its parts. I have to fully understand the chemistry of the virus to cure it or be able to look into the mind of someone who has that knowledge.”
“Or look into the Aksashic Records.”
“The God Complex Controls that and they don’t like me. Can you go to the Greater Pyramids and view the records?”
“No. They also hate me. Before the Outlands was locked down, I did have souls who could visit there. If you could help them avoid the locks. I don’t believe there would be any danger of them spreading any virus.”
“There is always danger. Things can always go wrong. Do we really want to risk making the God Complex hate us even more?”
“Why not?”
“Before we do that, let me see if I can figure out the cure without sending anyone to the Akashic Records.”
“While we are locked here, there is no telling how many of our friends and allies are being killed and their souls locked in cages. I worry for Billy.”
Victor nodded. “Time is important. I understand.”
******
Madison Grant walked up. She looked at the beautiful scenery around her. “The Outlands is much more vast than I imagined. Someone told me that America was once part of the Outlands. That it was a metaphysical place and somehow became part of the physical world. Is that true?”
Iapetus nodded. “When Jesus raised himself from the dead he raised the Americas to the land of the living and that proved to even the most doubting that he was a God. The Americas was always his land just as the First and Second Iapetus’s are my lands.”
“I understand that would be an amazing thing to see, to transport an entire continent from one dimension to another. I understand that point, if it would have been but possible for the people at the resurrection to have realized it. But how could they. And that is not part of the Bible. And why would Jesus have lands in the Outlands? He is part of the God Complex and has heaven? He is worshipped by a large part of earth’s population. What you are telling me does not make sense.”
Victor and Iapetus stared at one another. Should they explain. Madison did not have a history of exactly being their ally. They understood that at least in part she looked at Jesus as a big fish in the rather small and humble and mostly unimportant Palestine. And was there a purpose to change Madison’s mind about that.
Victor asked, “Do you believe the gnostic and Jewish preaching’s about Jesus are the true stories of Jesus?”
“I’ve always guessed the bible story is mostly true but I have never thought much about it. What do you mean the Jewish Preachings?”
Victor said, “Their preachings were used to convert the Romans and to destroy the Roman Empire.”
Iapetus said, “It is not just the Jews who have altered the history. You know the space alien witches have gone to extremes so people will think that Atlantis and Lemuria were just myths and never existed. And when gnostics and psychics talk about Atlantis they never explain fully right or tell the true story of how Atlantis was destroyed.”
“I don’t understand.”
Victor said, “The true story of Jesus that was passed down by word of mouth in the oral tradition, up until the desolation of the Sumerians, is not what the Jews and Gnostics have told. They stole large parts of the stories and there is truth there but then they altered the stories to fit their narrative for their agenda to destroy Rome and to paint the story as really being about the them; the so called chosen people.”
“I am confused.”
“It is confusing and it would take a book in itself to fully explain. But for starters, understand that in the days of Atlantis the worlds between the living and the dead were not as pronounced as the lines are today. If people knew that I had risen from the dead after being murdered, it would have terrified people. But when Jesus rose from the dead in Southern Atlantis it was beautiful. And though his miracles were amazing, it was understood they were possible. The miracles were grand and talked about but they did not exactly prove he was special up until America was transported from this dimension to the so called living dimension. And from the televised miracle for all to see, along with his having risen from the dead, people began to understand he was a God. And as a God he became the King of Southern Atlantis and from Southern Atlantis he set out to rule earth. Knowing that he was a God, they trusted his vision when he spoke of forming a greater civilization than that which has ever existed before. Not even the exalted MU could compare to the vision he painted. Jesus had a beautiful vision to bless the people and save them from this prison, this computer like world, through a mighty civilization.”
“So you are saying the real story of Jesus happened on Atlantis in an earlier time and not Palestine?”
Victor nodded. “Yes.”
Iapetus smiled. “But the story of my Uncle spans all times. Even with the lies that the Gnostics and Jews have told, the real Jesus lives in the hearts of all men, and even in the men who would deny him. The historical Jesus might not can be proven any more than the historical Atlantis, and though the Space Alien Witches have worked to confuse men and erase memories, Jesus and Atlantis are too much in our hearts to ever be fully erased.”
“But you, yourself are a god. And Jesus is your family. But to ordinary men are you so sure that the real Jesus and the real Atlantis exists in their hearts? In my heart.”
“The real Jesus must exist in the hearts of men because he is the only chance that earth has of freeing itself from the space alien witches and to someday profit freedom from this prison.”
“But Victor is powerful. He sent Belial himself to hell. And you are no slouch.”
Victor said, “I can destroy the lives of men and lock their souls in cages. I can send them to hell. I can free them from the cages and I can free them from hell. But only Jesus has the power to save men. I can’t do that. I am not even sure I would offer salvation to the prisoners of this machine if I could, because there are days I totally fucking hate people.”
Iapetus said, “I can give men refuge. I can buy them time. But I can’t give them grace.”
“But Victor, you saved many souls on Pluto Viso from their cages. You did save them. Your quibble is semantics.”
“I freed them without separating the good from the evil. I could not set them on the right path to find grace. I could only give them a path and many were not even deserving of the inferior path I provided.”
“But what is Jesus doing now? You say what he can do but he isn’t doing it. Why isn’t he doing it? Earth needs saving now, more than ever. Why isn’t he saving earth?”
“Are you so sure that he isn’t working to save earth?” Victor stood silent for a moment. “Now I’ve got to go work on curing this damn freaked up Virus, if such a cure is possible.”
Madison Grant stood at the edge of the cliff as Victor and Iapetus walked off. A woman dressed in a red, hooded cape walked up. Her face was further obscured by a red scarf.
The woman said, “I’ve wondered as you.”
“You know what I wonder?”
“Are the primitive gods of earth any match for the space alien witches? But I tell you the Space Alien Witches are prisoners here just as we all are. Even they need saving. Most just don’t know it.”
The woman then vanished. And there was a cry. There were words but Madison could not understand the words.
Then a man dressed in a KKK hooded sheet walked up. “She is wrong. There are Space Alien Witches who know they are as much prisoners in this Computer Like World as the humans. They believe that if they can destroy this prison, then they will be free.” The hooded figure then vanished.
Madison shook her head. “Destroy this prison? Destroy the realms of earth?”
*******
Stewart walked into the public library. He was slightly drunk from where he had been at the Purple Bird earlier. His brother Victor was missing and he could not think of anything he could do to find Victor. His mom had gone to the Bare Detective Agency and he guessed they knew better how to search for Victor than he did.
Stewart was feeling sorry for himself. At the Purple Bird he had encountered some football players from the Hearthville College. He had laughed and joked with them while he was shooting pool with Harry. It was fun and their company caused him to feel good. Then when they left he felt remose. They were football players and because of his injuries that had left him with permanent damage he could no longer play football. For a moment in time he had felt like he was again part of the team and to Stewart that feeling was wonderful. Then when they left, that great feeling left, disappeared. And he was left feeling sad and worse, a strange a sense of guilt. He had given up on somehow making his leg and throwing arm well enough again to play football. He had not only allowed the injuries to defeat him, but the doomsday doctors to defeat him with their deaf ears and their just go away attitude. “There is nothing we can do.”
Stewart looked at the librarian. She was pretty enough. She had a sweet smile. “Could you point me to the medical section and any books on sports injuries?”
She stood up. She had a nice rack. And when she walked, it was a sexy walk. Stewart followed her. He wanted to flirt with her but he could not think of anything to say. And then they came to the table where Preacher Pialo sat. Stewart looked at him and he looked at Stewart. Because of the curse that Kristen Bigalo had put on them, both of their dicks grew instantly hard.
Still the librarian walked. Preacher Pialo stood up to walk with Stewart and the librarian.
“I am surprised to see you here.”
“Like a dumb jock can’t come to a library.” Stewart hated his own words the moment they came out of his mouth.
“I did not mean that.”
“I am sorry. I am kind of drunk. Forgive me.”
“Of course.”
“I was hoping to find some books where I might could learn to talk some good sense when discussing my football injuries with the doctors. I am tired of the doctors saying they can’t do anything and they leave me just standing there like an unimportant–just go on and die already–fool. I want to be healed. I want to play football again.”
The librarian turned and looked at Stewart and Preacher Pialo. Stewart sensed a bit of sympathy in her eyes as she gazed in his direction. Then upon a closer look into her eyes, he thought he might have mistaken a rogue eyelash for sympathy. As Stewart pondered whether he stood a chance with this beautiful woman, she spoke. Her words were soft and somehow seemed sensual. “There are the books. I do hope you find the information that you need.”
“Thank you.” Stewart said in a voice that made him want to hide his head in embarrassment. He had no idea where that all too deep voice had mustered itself to chime from his mouth.
Stewart and Preacher Pialo both watched the librarian walk back to her desk. Stewart jabbed Preacher Pialo with his elbow. “I am going to tell Jack how you are looking at her and I am going to make him jealous.”
“Yeah. Yeah. Yeah. I do hope you tell him in your frog voice. That should give him a good laugh. But anyway, that is one gorgeous woman. A person does not have to be straight to enjoy looking at her. Jack knows how it is.”
Stewart smiled. “I am glad he does because I do not have a clue. So, are you doing research for a sermon. Given the religious library at your home, I can’t imagine you would need to come here for research.”
Preacher Pialo said, “I had a weird dream. It was something Victor had said about the Sumerians. And it is like the dream led me to a book here in the library. There is evidence the Sumerians were not just in Mesopotania but also in the area of Bolivia in the Americas. Isn’t that weird?”
“I guess. I don’t know. I am not Victor. He would understand the importance of what you are saying but I don’t.”
“It may indicate that the Sumerians fled Atlantis and that Atlantis was much larger than what some scientist, those few who think it might have existed, want to suggest. And Victor said Jesus was a Sumerian. Do you know there is not much historical evidence that Jesus really existed in the area of Palestine or Israel?”
“I am not smart but I am pretty sure that if you start preaching that shit you will be kicked out of the church.”
“I know. I know. I know. But that conversation with Victor keeps weighing on my mind.”
“Yeah. Victor’s conversations with people tends to do that. I love him. Don’t misunderstand. But he is weird. And he can make you weird if you give him half of a chance.”
“Like Kristen Bigalo weird.”
“Was that real? Could it have been real?”
Preacher Pialo touched Stewart’s crotch. “Since we are both standing here with erections, you tell me.”
“Her curse was real. That means she was real.”
“Yeah. And I know she was once dead.”
Stewart said, “And now she is a vampire. This is one fucked up weird world where we live.”