The Story

There’s a story that wants to be told. A story that is having a hard time revealing itself. It’s your story and it’s God’s story and it’s the story of an ancient technology. They have something to say and I haven’t quite found a safe enough space or place to reveal this story, to write without interruption. I don’t want to say that God is playing coy, but I will say we don’t want it stolen before the world has a chance to see it and unfortunately that is a real possibility in today’s world.

It feels like this one could really help us navigate the dynamics of AI and electro/magnetic storms, superhumans, hybrids, angels and a whole bunch of stuff in a safe way: as a story. To consider complex and profound ethical questions about genetic engineering and some of the potential directions it could take as well as the potential avenues our Creator, the First Creator, has to help us adjust or avoid the mistakes we may make along the way.

It is a story about this time, when decisions need to be made, truths revealed and changes embraced. It’s a story about meeting your Creator and being mature enough to decide your own way, path, fate, plan, recompense. GOD, as I know it, as many have known it, has some things to say. We were going to write it as a novel, a part deux, but alas….

I think I may have waited too long … I can hear the wolves baying.

Here is your first installment. I’ll try to be regular with it. Feel free and encouraged to provide feedback and input. We’ll call it a co-creative experiment and see if we can write a novel together, maybe we’ll do such a grand job we can use it as a blueprint for a system that is a little more awesome for a lot more people. 🙂


Chapter One: Will

The man woke to the sound of water and the warmth of sun on his face. He rolled over as if to snuggle in deeper to the sand. He slowly became aware of the sounds of birds and wind rustling through leaves. From the quiet drowsiness of his mind to a sudden awareness that he was not in his bed, or hearing the sound of traffic. He woke with a start.

His heart was beating wildly in his chest. He surveyed the scene before him trying to grasp what was happening. “Whaaaatt the fuuuccckk?” he murmured and startled himself with the sound of his own voice. He scrambled to his feet as his eyes adjusted to his surroundings in a way that his mind was not yet ready to tolerate.

He was on a beach. Beautiful, but definitely not downtown or winter or Minnesota. He scratched his head and attempted to close his mouth, which had been hanging open in wonderment.

He started walking down the hilly beach to the water in front of him, stumbling and kicking up sand. His bladder made him take a quick right turn and head for the trees. Once relieved of his morning burden, he again headed towards the water. There, he surveyed the stunning view unable to decide if he was awake or dreaming. The setting reminded him so much of the vision he would hold in his head when life became too unbearable. It looked exactly like his proverbial and completely made up happy place. Yet here he was. Like a dream he was somehow awake for.

With his back to the water, he turned to purview the rest of the landscape. If this was indeed his envisioned happy place, there should be a waterfall and abundant greenery. Giant trees that smelled like they knew what life was all about. A hammock strung between a couple of the taller and strongest, the kind of trees that seemed more like wise old guardians than anything else.

He was following that hunch now as he headed for the trail that would take him deeper into the tropical and lush unknown.

The path was bordered by ferns in varieties he had never seen before. Not even in his happy and heretofore imaginary place. Just a few feet from the path, every inch of the landscape seemed to be an artist’s dream. There were flowers of every color possible. There were vines and foliage that seemed placed by a gardener with an eye for the profound, yet wild in their embrace.

He had probably walked for an hour in utter awe when an overwhelming feeling of serenity began to settle in to his marrow. He was sure now, though confused by the possibility, that he was indeed in the little paradise he had assumed only existed in his imagination.

He heard the waterfall and felt the cool breeze it brought with it and fought the urge to run to it. As he stepped through the edge of the trees, the view was breathtaking. The water pouring over multi-colored rocks was creating rainbows unlike anything he’d ever experienced. Rainbows with 10 times more colors, rainbows with 20 times more colors, rising with the mist it appeared they were dancing. He felt the beauty in every cell of his being and the only thing he could do was sit down and embrace the feeling.

Time seemed to stand still as he took it all in. The thought finally occurred to him, to test the water. As he dipped his hand into this flowing embodiment of beauty, he felt a surge of energy course through his body, as if the water was alive, conscious, sending waves of vitality right through his skin and straight to his heart. He stood up and began reaching for his buttons, excited to jump in, when the thought hit him in the back of the skull like a bullet, hold up cowboy, what if you’re not alone?

He decided to wait on a full dip into the glorious pool in front of him and instead shucked his shoes off and waded just briefly…but that brief stint was the closest thing to heaven he had ever felt. It was with great difficulty that he pulled himself from the water and back to dry land.

The water had done the trick and his mind seemed sharper than he ever remembered feeling. He flexed his muscles, did a few jumping jacks, swinging his arms wildly with vigor, he came to a rest with his palms smooth and together in front of his heart. “Namaste, beautiful place,” he said with a smile. With serenity now clear in his step, he began in earnest to explore the strange landscape he had awoken to.


“Storm clouds coming in, we should get moving!” Luke bellowed.

The sound of Jane’s frantic movements rose from the tent. She unzipped the door and began a crouching half-dance, half falling, trip over the threshold before landing almost gracefully on her rump, hollering, “Don’t leave without us, damn it!”

Madge and Luke made the briefest eye contact and continued folding up their gear and stuffing it into the backpacks. Lucy willed herself to move from beneath the warmth of the wool covers Jane had thrown on her. Jane came back to the tent and began taking the stakes out of the ground. Lucy didn’t actually depart from the cozy hovel until after it was collapsed around her.

Sleeping bags in tow, she began emerging from the folds and layers of tent fabric. Scrambling for the light, she grabbed the canteen and lantern and finally emerged into the cool autumn morning. Scanning the horizon, she hurried into overdrive getting the rest of the gear ready for the hike. “You weren’t kidding,” she mumbled, suppressing the urge to stare at the approaching Death Raker.

“How far to the closest plasma bunker?” Jane asked.

“14 kilometers,” Luke replied.

“And how many plasma shields do we have left?” Madge asked no one in particular. It was Jane and Lucy’s turn to exchange furtive glances.

“4,” Lucy replied.

Madge was kicking dirt over the last of the ember’s and when she was satisfied, the quartet headed South, away from the storm and towards the caves they had passed the previous evening. It was in the opposite direction from where they needed to go, but they wouldn’t be going anywhere if the edge of that storm got to them before they got to the caves.

The Death Rakers began almost 3 years ago. It’s hard to believe what a human can adapt to, but adapt some did.  The storms short-circuit everything electrical within a half-mile radius of its center, including the human brain and heart.

“Pick up the pace ladies!” Luke called over his shoulder as his led the quartet on to safety.

“I don’t know what he’s in such a hurry for, without my shield, he’s as dead as the rest of them. Or worse,” Jane grumbled. “He should be carrying me on a golden chariot. I’m his get out of being a zombie -or worse– free card.” Her thighs burned but she reached down deep for any reserves of strength she had. Lucy took her hand, pulling her into a quicker pace, helping her catch up to the man leading them to the caves.

“If he wanted to just kill you and take those shields,” she whispered harshly, “you realize he is more than physically capable of pulling that off, right? It’s only the memory of his son that keeps him from doing that. What happened to team work makes the dream work, Jane?” Lucy was well aware that she was the only one of the four that would be surviving the storm no matter what, but she wasn’t about to tell the others that, even Jane, who she suspected already knew her secret.

They reached the opening of the cave. The edge of the storm began to break across the valley. Jane took out the plasma shield and placed it in the center of the crystal grid Lucy was putting the final touches on. The 4 stepped inside the grid and closed their eyes. Jane pulled the pin on the shield and immediately they were encased in a thick plasma, an energetic shield that paused their heart and brain activity but protected them from the onslaught of the Death Raker. Time for them had stopped. The plasma would wear off in 20 minutes but the storm would have passed by then leaving their brain and heart activity unchanged instead of irrevocably rewired with unknown consequences.

As the effects of the plasma encasement wore off, Jane noticed her heart racing much faster than usual. The lethargy that usually accompanied the return to the land of the living had been soundly replaced with a ringing in her ears and erratic thumping that could only point to one thing, her body was beginning to reject it’s only salvation.

Lucy took note of Jane’s red cheeks and moved to get closer. “We have to get to a hold out zone today.” Jane replied with just a nod and panicked look in her eye.

“Let’s move out guys, we have to find a bunker now!” Luke helped Madge who was still feeling the post-plasma stupor and the group began to ascend the rocks taking them farther from water but closer to safety.


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