Chapter 2 Treat others how they want to be treated.
The first noticeable change to my body was a gradual slight golden color to my skin. I frequently got comments about getting some sun and I just shrugged it off as health returning to me and being able to leave my home. Such was my exuberance to once again be among the living that I never stopped to notice other changes that were occurring to me. I became aware of my evolution when I shook my doctor's hand at the end of a medical visit that I caused him to yelp in pain because I squeezed so hard Of course, he laughed it off saying that it was a good sign of my strength returning.
Fair enough that doctors are supposed to have delicate hands but that really wasn't the case, my doctor had a decent set of “man's hands.” There was an old chain link fence at the one end of his parking lot and as walked down the pathway leading out I got the idea to grab one of the support pipes and give it a squeeze. I didn't expect to be able to do any damage to it, I just wanted to feel how good my grip was. That I was able to crush it left me dumbfounded. I looked at the pipe and the damage that I had done and immediately I had to try it again on a different section. It was the same result and I got that same result with each additional try. When I got home I went directly to my garage and there was an old steel tire rim and as I effortlessly crushed it with one hand I started to laugh because I immediately imagined myself as a comic book super hero.
Of course I had no desire to wear a satin tights and leap from roof top to roof top to catch criminals. That weird letter however, took on a certain significance in my mind. I could lift the front end of my car with one hand and that certainly wasn't normal. Especially, considering how sick I recently had been.
I needed to think and I needed guidance. The problem is who or where do you turn to for that help? It's not exactly everyday that someone has a supernatural entity try to take over their body and fail. Or, the thought suddenly occurred to me, maybe it does! Demonic possession is something that many people have claimed has happen.
I frantically ran to my computer and started searching the Internet. Unfortunately I was confronted by articles on mental illness and superstitious religious rituals. I'm a firm believer in Go but considering that I was never a very religious man it meant to me that simplest explanation is that I was crazy. Which means that being able to bend bars and lift cars could only be a mentally ill hallucination.
The idea of being certifiably insane obviously didn't sit very well with me. Hoping for the best I figured I would try searching for answers within my own faith. At best, I was a cultural Christian and only went to services when I absolutely had to go; Christmas and wedding, maybe Easter.
I made up my mind that I would start by going to church next Sunday. I suppose I could have called and asked to speak to a minister sooner but I needed to warm up to the idea. My apprehension was understandable but I comforted myself that a man of the cloth believes in someone that walked on water and raised the dead. However, the truth be told, I still had no idea how I was going to approach the subject and my only idea was bring a crowbar and bend it with my teeth for him to see. It was Monday and there was no doubt that the next 6 days were needed to come up with better way to demonstrate my situation.
Not a single idea came to me how I was going to explain myself but as luck would have it, I got hit by a car Saturday evening and was rushed to the hospital. It was a particularly gruesome accident as a vehicle traveling at a very high rate of speed skipped the sidewalk curb and slammed into me, putting me through a concrete blocks of a fire station's wall and into one of the trucks. One other person was immediately killed, he had been knocked down and his head was crushed under the rear wheel. My mid section, from my waist to my lower chest, was pulverized and my face was laying on the hood of the car as I was gasping. It hurt so badly my blood was everywhere and in the midst of the chaos I actually spoke to God. "Sick and dying... super hero... now splat like a bug. Never say that you don't have a sense of humor God."
The only way to sum up the incident would be to say it was painfully surreal. Because it was in a fire station there were people on the scene that could help but no one wanted to directly look at me. Here I was in the middle of a major accident and no one wanted to look at me. It was obvious that I was on my life was over.
Help came pretty quickly and just before they pulled the car away from me a man finally directly spoke to me. "Can you hear me? Do you understand what's going on?" I assured him that I was fully cognitive of what was happening so he continued. "I'm not going to lie. We're going to pull this car off of you and then you're probably going to die pretty quick. Do you have any love ones or want us to get a priest before we do that?" Somehow I couldn't help making a joke and asked him if there was anything he wanted me to tell God when I got there but otherwise I wouldn't mind a shot of whiskey. - Someone quickly brought me a bottle.
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Frank finally came home and his sexual appetite was ravenous. I kept him at bay for two nights and finally gave in on the 3rd. Leave it to Frank to be so self absorbed that he didn't care weather or not that I knew about his new sexual kicks. During sex he kept trying for anal and I wasn't even in the mood for old fashion intercourse. It was about the 4th time that he asked that I opened my nightstand's drawer and pulled out one of my toys. I offered to put in his rear and he just flopped on his back and brought his knees up to his chest.
I made him bleed and he whimpered like a hurt puppy. It was very emotionally satisfying for me to have hostilely sodomized him. When it was over I confronted him about his recent interest in gay sex. He responded with a snide snip back at me about all of my swinger friends. "Now you know that I know and you're not going anywhere because I'm a preacher and you're the preacher's wife. If either one of us goes down then we both lose everything." In stunned shock I just stared at Frank with my mouth hanging open. It was all I could do to ask him how long did he know and I immediately regretted it. "You were the campus slut in college but you hid it so well that you were perfect for me"
Frank was gloating and I was disgusted with myself. He played me, he played me from the first day he met me because even back then I was a degenerate. I pretty much did the same juvenile sexual bullshit that I was doing for almost half of my marriage. Like sneaking out my bedroom window when I was 14 so I could hang around older guys, I thought I was fooling everyone but in reality, all those men knew how old I was, they were just passing me around between them but what my husband had done was far worst. Back then I was his respectable Christian girlfriend but then I found out that he had been secretly filming me the entire time. All he did was point me in the right direction and if I fucked them then he blackmailed them. I never laid all of them but there were enough that he got the money to start his church. He had put off our marriage for 2 years and during this time we went to countless banquets, conventions and events where he would introduce me to different people then leave me alone for long hours. I had made his ass bleed with my dildo but he was paying me back for it with interest. He pulled his briefcase from under the bed and opened it then tossed me a USB key from it. "I like the part where the girl rides your face while her husband screws you. Because she works in the country clerk's office we had no problems getting the zoning changed for the church so I can't thank you enough for failing at being a good respectable wife."
I went downstairs to sleep on the couch. My husband was a piece of shit, a certifiable psychopath that used everything and everyone to further his goals. But as I passed the mirror in our living room I finally looked myself in the eye and admitted the truth, I was a dumb cunt. I had no one to blame for the things I did but myself and admitting that to myself finally snapped something inside me. There's no changing the past but I could move forward and once again Aaeesha an Ahmed were my inspiration, so I grabbed the bible on our coffee table and started reading. Starting at Genesis 1:1, I had never actually read the book cover to cover but instead grabbed random verses for church bible studies. This was perhaps, the first time in my life that I wanted to understand instead of being understood. Despite my problems I found myself peacefully drifting off to sleep.
My marriage had passed through stages, it went from new and exciting to comfortable rut within a year. We had a baby to break up the monotony and things became marginally tolerable. We did everything to avoid dealing with each other and now my marriage had become really annoying, not unlike having a bad case of head lice. Leaving things untreated only meant the situation would keep getting worse to the point that you're willing to shave your head bald to stop the painful itch. For me that baldness was the kids and the house and as tempting as it was, I wasn't willing to walk away from them. Frank would eventually mess up and it was just a matter of time. The days were numbered for people, such as my husband, determined to twist the current events to their benefit. God was going to get them and Victor was the one that would do it for Him.
Waking up just before the children I went to the basement and prayed. I had set a goal for myself to get in touch with my Creator at least once every day. I finally decided to be a grown up and you would have to be a total imbecile to not see that the world was changing and that belief in God was going to be a pivotal principle of that change. The deaths and destruction of the abortion clinic and subsequent world wide lockdown should have been more then enough proof of what was to come. Unfortunately the majority of people in this world chose what they want to believe and that was becoming glaringly obvious because of how society was just going on as if nothing had happened, they kept on, more or less, doing the same stupid shit that they did before Victor's arrival. The only place where any conversation of the recent events was occurring on the Internet and it was 95% noise from big tech's comment bots, paid political shills and other assorted clowns pursuing their "anti-Vick" agenda. By contrast we got total silence from our soon to be jailer, he seemed to be immune to public opinion. As for myself, I now chose not to live in denial of reality and embrace pragmatism and situational awareness.
When I came up from the basement I found Frank sitting at the kitchen table writing a sermon. As if nothing had happened between us he handed me the first page and asked my opinion. I've got to give the man credit, he somehow managed to preach the wrath of God and end times while simultaneously painting Victor as a servant of evil and finishes it off with a huge dose of motivational platitudes. "Your flock will follow you anywhere" I said. He was immediately proud of himself and I walked away feeling sorry for him. I wondered how many others were playing this game but then it occurred to me, far too many of them were no better than ambulance chasers. They build their careers on the backs of the lonely, confused and those that are at an emotional low point in their lives.
My husband put on his tie and finally drove off leaving me alone to my thoughts. People like Frank chose to be idiots and they seldom see the big picture until it's too late. Right now thousands of clergymen are labeling Victor as the anti-Christ and thousands more, including the Pope, are trying to play the middle ground on the issue. The official Vatican position on what happened to the abortion industry was to both condemn the murder of unborn children and Vic's slaughter of the abortionists. I honestly couldn't decide which was worse, religious leaders that viewed this as an opportunity to gain more prestige and political power or those that wanted to wait and see how this played out so they could suck up to the winner. The former being a group of psychopathic narcissists and the latter just pathetic cowards. Regardless, it was obvious that none of them gave a damn for anyone else but themselves.
We needed coffee and shopping was a great excuse to get out of the house. With the kids in tow I headed out to the stores and continued my contemplation of the new world era that I found myself in. Whatever and whoever this man that now held the fate of the world in his hands started by trying to talk to the heads of state and that ended in several deaths. He then flexed his muscle and banned all abortion and it was only when he was defied that all hell broke lose. Perhaps the rapture already occurred and we're the ones that were left behind and Victor is our punishment or perhaps we've missed or purposely omitted something from our scriptures and this was part of a prophesy that we didn't know about. In 325AD the Council of Nicaea decided which texts would compromise what would become the official bible and no doubt there were huge political pressures and agendas at play influencing those decisions.
As I pulled into the grocery store, I had an epiphany and that what we're witnessing is the death of all political power. Maybe Vic was a being from another world or some sort of ultra top secret experiment gone out of control or... Perhaps he was once a human just like the rest of us and all this was part of the Divine's plan to separate the wheat from the chaff. Putting the car in park my revelations told me that I better chose a side and for once I was truly going to put my own best interests ahead of everyone else's. For the better or for the worse no one was going to able to stand against this army and its general. If they were sent by God then that means I have a soul and I better get with the program or face condemnation and anything less than supernatural means that I might lose my head for misbehaving. - Fuck Frank, he can make his own bed and lie in it... My only concerns are now me and the kids.
Due to 18 months of Covid propaganda and lockdowns many people lived in fear of an imaginary death to the point they became a pagan cult. It didn't matter that they still professed a belief in Jesus they were part of a new world order death cult, cultists that were in denial and perhaps for the first time since I was a very young little girl, their behavior made me angry. How dare these moronic masses defame God with their witchcraft attitudes? I thought to myself.
The supermarket posted a sign saying that despite current events the pandemic was still a threat and that masks and social distancing would be back in effect within the next few days. A worker zombie questioned me about my health and took my temperature before allowing me to enter. How so very convenient that at the very moment that politicians everywhere are facing unemployment that suddenly there was a spike in cases and new strains threatening all of us. They all talk about good government and how they're going to make the world a better place for everyone but the catch is that they need to be the in charge. Each and every democratic elected politician in the world is, to some extent, a self-serving megalomaniac and now because of Victor they're looking down the barrel of their own destruction. Like a cockroach infested apartment they're scrambling trying to find a safe place but the exterminator has arrived and now it's just a matter of time. In my angry mood I secretly wished that he would also fumigate the world of the ignorant jackasses that have empowered the political pests.
As I grabbed a can of coffee I watched a guy in his early 40s wearing a full face shield and latex gloves take a few steps away from me. We've seen riots and looting for stupid social issues where people screamed in each other's faces and that was considered safe. My own shame, hook up sex and swinger gatherings were still allowed but religious centers were closed down. My state had finally re-opened and dropped it's mask mandate but here we were again, going back to being controlled by people that fantasize about being dictators. I glanced again at Mr. Face shield and latex gloves, no one gets that dumb unless they chose to be that dumb. Politicians really know how to leverage one group of people against the other and I'm just one person that'll be marginalized if I don't play along. I had no desire to spend any more time than I had to in the store so I checked out as quickly as possible. On the way to my car I stopped and spoke to one of the guardians, "Tell your boss Victor that a unhappy housewife and former slut is now on God's side. Ask him to crucify all the politicians and the imbeciles that believe them and bring the world back to order"
Of course that was anger speaking in me and not the new testament. Wherever Vic currently is, I didn't expect a response from him but something inside me told me that he was actively making an effort to listen to us. He was powerful but he obviously wasn't God but unlike the Divine, he communicated with actual words to us and that seemed to give me more hope for our future. I'm guessing that I had started to lose my faith when I was young because I never enjoyed having to 2nd guess God's will. The majority of preachers did nothing for anyone and interpreted the bible in such a way as to turn Christ into a version of Mahatma Gandhi with a maximization of a feel good cliches, an approach that could grow the size of their congregations and brought in financial donations by the truckload. I wondered if Victor was going to become some sort of needed priest king that laid down and enforced the law of a new covenant? It didn't matter because the spark of my belief had now been rekindled and what happens from now would have to be better than what we had.
"Mommy, do you think Covid will kill the angels?" My daughter decided to be a chatter box on our ride to Aaeesha and Ahmed's home. She was excited because she hadn't seen their daughter since the abortionist massacre and they had told her that angels were real. To her the guardians were angels and she loved all of them and I was driving she went on about how much she wanted to play with one of them. It was only a few weeks ago that her nonstop yakking drove me nuts and I would snap at her but today I was enjoying every moment of our conversation. Little children are by far better at adapting to any situation and it makes you wonder if all our adulthood anger is simply because we're jealous of our kids.
I decided to answer her question with what was now glaringly obvious. "Covid is either fake or a mountain made of a mole hill. So I don't think the angels have anything to worry about." It had to be said, it's been 18 months of insanity that anyone who passed a university's first year stats class could have seen through. As I reflected on what I had said to my daughter it occurred to me that everyone employed in media was probably dancing for joy. Big tech, big pharma and our political representatives we trying to shove technofacism down our throats and succeeding until Victor showed up. No doubt they were in full panic mode but no doubt, the network shock jocks must have believed that they won a lottery. However to me, it seemed like they were repeating themselves far more than they did with the pandemic. My speculation was that Victor was so absolutely silent about everything that they might have been struggling for content. Regardless, I'm sure they were breaking all ratings records.
It was a weird feeling that started to overcome me as I drove down the street which can only be described as peace. It was for the first time in my life that the world made sense to me. They used to define IQs' of 51 to 70 as morons, 26 to 50 were imbeciles and idiots were below 25 but I'm sure those definitions have long since been abolished because they weren't part of a more inclusive politically correct society. Since the arrival of the Guardians everything has become a learning process for me and the majority of humans are below idiotic with a negative IQ. We were put on this earth with a purpose and that was to learn and take responsibility for ourselves. Instead we're idiotically proud of the junk and gadgets we create much in the same way a 4 year old scribbles finger paints on a paper then hangs it on a fridge.