The Prophetess

Homer Bryan

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The Prophetess - was she sent from God, the enemy, or was she a free lance spiritual advisor? Pastor Christian struggled with this question almost as much as the other members of his congregation.
This, the author's second book, is the result of an unusual dream as was the first book (Alien Grace). The dream was followed by much prayer and inspiration from God's Holy Spirit. The author feels compelled to acknowledge God in an effort to defer credit from himself to the One for whom it is due.
In a world turned upside down, pastors are censored, criticized and even arrested for refusal to recant the gospel message. In such a time as this, Pastor Christian becomes a man on the run. He attempts to continue pastoring his flock through this period of tribulation. He is curiously aided in this endeavor by a mysterious, elderly woman known only as the Prophetess.
The reader will find that "The Prophetess" defies easy categorization. Indeed, it is generously laced with humor, suspense, mystery and romance. The reader, as was the writer, will be caught off guard along with all the characters with the sole exception being the Prophetess.

Sujets

• Religious
• Prophet
• POP TV
• Fiction

Informations

• Publié par: LifeRich Publishing
• Date de parution: 02 septembre 2022
• Nombre de lectures: 0
• EAN13: 9781489743312
• Langue: English
• Poids de l'ouvrage: 1 Mo

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THE PROPHETESS









HOMER BRYAN











Copyright © 2022 Homer Bryan.

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This is a work of fiction. All of the characters, names, incidents, organizations, and dialogue in this novel are either the products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously.

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Scripture taken from the King James Version of the Bible.

ISBN: 978-1-4897-4324-4 (sc)
ISBN: 978-1-4897-4325-1 (hc)
ISBN: 978-1-4897-4331-2 (e)

Library of Congress Control Number: 2022914559



LifeRich Publishing rev. date: 08/24/2022



Contents
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
Chapter 24
Chapter 25
Chapter 26
Chapter 27
Chapter 28
Chapter 29
Chapter 30
Chapter 31
Chapter 32
Chapter 33
Chapter 34
Chapter 35
Chapter 36
Chapter 37
Chapter 38
Chapter 39
Chapter 40
Chapter 41
Chapter 42
Chapter 43
Chapter 44
Chapter 45
Chapter 46
Chapter 47
Chapter 48
Chapter 49
Chapter 50
Chapter 51
Chapter 52
Chapter 53
Chapter 54
Chapter 55
Chapter 56
Chapter 57
Chapter 58
Chapter 59
Chapter 60
Chapter 61
Chapter 62
Chapter 63
Chapter 64
Chapter 65
Chapter 66
Chapter 67
Chapter 68
Chapter 69
Chapter 70
Chapter 71
Chapter 72
Chapter 73
Chapter 74
Chapter 75
Chapter 76
Chapter 77
Chapter 78
Chapter 79
Chapter 80
Chapter 81
Chapter 82
Chapter 83
Chapter 84
Chapter 85
Chapter 86
Chapter 87
Chapter 88
Chapter 89
Chapter 90
Chapter 91
Chapter 92
Chapter 93
Chapter 94
Chapter 95
Chapter 96
Chapter 97
Chapter 98
Chapter 99
Chapter 100
Chapter 101
Chapter 102
Chapter 103
Chapter 104
Chapter 105
Chapter 106
Chapter 107
Chapter 108
Chapter 109
Chapter 110
Chapter 111
Chapter 112
Chapter 113
Chapter 114
Chapter 115
Chapter 116
Chapter 117
Chapter 118
Chapter 119
Chapter 120
Chapter 121
Chapter 122
Chapter 123
Chapter 124
Chapter 125
Chapter 126
Chapter 127
Chapter 128
Chapter 129
Chapter 130
Chapter 131
Chapter 132
Chapter 133
Chapter 134
Chapter 135
Chapter 136
Chapter 137
Chapter 138
Chapter 139
Chapter 140
Chapter 141
Chapter 142
Chapter 143



Chapter 1
Scene One

Cave Entrance
A PLAIN BUT intense looking woman that appeared to be of upper middle age stood just inside a cave. She was both renowned and renounced as a prophetess though she had rejected every offer of a stage.
She had been summonsed here by two beings, there, before her in the cave. One spoke for the two. To say he was evil is to say that hell is hot, or God is good. There was a putrid sense of evil that emanated from his being and filled the cave to the point of suffocation making it hard to breathe much less talk.
The only light filtered through the cave entrance and checked abruptly just inside. Some sort of plastic sounding strips, covered with moss, hung from above the cave opening.
The Prophetess, who was known by no other name, carried a container about the size and shape of an egg carton. There were slots or openings at the top on either end.
Also, she had not come alone, for a man and his wife stood to her right. The man towered at least a foot over his wife and the Prophetess, but he bowed his head uncomfortably due to the low ceiling. Dressed in a suit, he appeared out of place given the location. Indeed, he appeared as a preacher prepared to conduct a funeral service.
His wife, slouching to her husband’s right and slightly behind, was virtually paralyzed by the scene, the stench and the sense that a weighted blanket had descended on her. She wore a plain white dress though I would say it was more of an off white as opposed to a bright or pure white. Curiously, she stood slightly separated from her husband but showed no sign of reaching for or looking to him for protection or comfort.
The one who spoke for two appeared to be sitting on something, perhaps a rock. It was difficult to tell since his body collapsed in accordion-like layers around it. Most of his features were undetectable in the dark corner of the cave. One thing, though, his skin appeared somewhat jaundiced and scaly.
The other, a tall, thin, gaunt creature, stood like a post by his side. He had a wry smile on his face giving the appearance of a crafty magician that knew something that others didn’t.
The Prophetess began describing something that became visible as on an Imax screen. It began rising from what appeared to be the horizon. It was red and somewhat round but distorted. When the vocal entity heard that it was red, he became very excited and even bounced up and down slightly on his perch. “The red man is coming”! He exclaimed.
At this point, some black worm or snake-like creatures began to sliver from the container that the Prophetess carried. “I thought it would take longer,” she said. Quickly laying the container on the floor of the cave, she turned to the man and his wife and commanded, “Run! you fools.”
She and the man ran quickly outside, then turned, and looked back. The man’s wife stood just inside. Though she was turned toward her husband, her head was turned away. The black worms were rapidly tracking around her head. Surprisingly, she made no cry.
The man stepped forward to aide her, but the Prophetess grabbed his arm and proclaimed, “No! You cannot kill them. They are not of this world.”
In that moment, even as the Prophetess yet spoke, the mountain top and cave collapsed, like so much French pastry, before them and was swept away in a sudden but brief wind.
Scene 2
A makeshift army is camped out on a hillside. They are not readily visible from the air above nor the nearest roadway far below. The man from the cave is in command of the soldiers and he is walking toward his tent.
Another soldier intercepts him and proclaims, “Captain Christian, sir, the Prophetess seems quite troubled about something, but she won’t say a word. I thought she might talk to you. She is making the men uneasy.”
She cannot be trusted, anyway. I only keep her with us because the enemy would surely use her against us. Perhaps, it is best that she keeps quiet.
The soldier only continued to look at his captain as if waiting for a more acceptable response. As if he had been given no other alternative, the good captain finally shrugged his shoulders, sighed and marched off in the direction of the Prophetess’s tent.
He found her sitting just to the right of her tent in what appeared to be a children’s chair. The two front legs and two back legs alternated coming off the ground as she rocked back and forth. She was looking so intently ahead that the captain looked ahead of her to detect what had so captured her attention. He however saw nothing but the thin scrubby grass, weeds and underbrush that struggled to maintain a foothold on the rocky, parched mountain. He noted a very troubled look that accompanied the intensity of her stare.
“Are you alright”? He suddenly blurted out, more to change her demeanor than out of any concern for her wellbeing. She was, after all, the one who had brought those killer worms to the cave that had attacked his beloved wife.
Though he had used his most gruff, drill sergeant sounding voice, there was not the slightest alteration in her countenance. She continued the perpetual rocking sequence, and her expression was completely unchanged.
Stepping behind her, the captain grasped her chair and proceeded to drag chair and Prophetess as one into the tent beside her. After he released her, he, with obvious agitation in his voice, demanded again, “Are you alright”? Still, her expression continued as before, and she began her rocking motion once again.
Frustrated and out of patience, he turned and marched away, sweeping his hands toward her.
Once he was back outside the tent, he noticed that many of his men had gathered and were watching the show. He paused briefly and said, “She’s out of it. Pay her no mind.” He, then, swept both hands, a