The Supernatural Age

David Alan Smith

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Demons...? Demonic activity...? What would our world be like if the floodgates were opened? What would happen if the hand that kept these evil entities at bay was removed? And whose hand would that be? This is the Supernatural Age. It is more than a ‘cautionary tale’; it is a prophecy plucked from the pages of the Bible-or at least a plausible interpretation of what could possibly be. And what exactly makes Biblical Prophecy so mysterious; worth anyone’s time? Simple-eerily, a quarter of the Bible is documented prophecy and approximately 75% of these prophecies have already been fulfilled—to the tee. Bible prophecy is batting a thousand; it has a perfect record. If a psychic laid out over 2000 predictions and every single one of them came true to the letter, if it wouldn’t be enough to make one trust the psychic, it’d at least make one take a second look. Why not the Bible? Besides, a rapture-believing church is long overdue for a fresh new perspective on what they believe. This time, however, the message to these Christians is...BEWARE. It is a warning—a just-in-case scenario they need to seriously consider when it comes to their rapture. It is a just-in-case scenario when it comes to the Tribulation, the Prophet, and the Antichrist. Although...‘The Supernatural Age’...is written with love and concern for Christians and non-Christians alike; it is far from a fluffy feel-good novel of things and things to come. It is a haunting and ominous tale by all accounts, but not without a light at the end of the tunnel. This is a supernatural thriller; full of suspense, unexpected twists, turns, and surprises. It is an imaginative and daring version of the Bible’s foretelling of the ‘last days’. It is as much written to shock and entertain the reader as it is to inform and educate. It is thought provoking. It is peppered with horrors, danger, suspicion, intrigue, deception, paranormal phenomena, and demon possession. Despite it being fiction, merely a story—it can be most provocative, even controversial, if one allows it. Yet, even with all the precarious settings, situations, and global devastation; it manages to squeeze in the beauty of faith, romance, love, honor, and trust as well as the Gospel of Jesus Christ. Thus, it truly and fully lands in the Christian genre, as it is intended to be. In addition, the...’Supernatural Age’...is a timely novel. Not only is it perfect and apropos for the times pertaining to what is currently trending in the political arena worldwide; it is suitable for a myriad of audiences. Younger, older, rich and poor, religious, spiritual, Atheists and Agnostics, all genders, all walks of life, regardless of race, sexual orientation, political affiliation, culture or creed—the Supernatural Age is a novel for all people. Take notice, be informed, be warned, and be aware. Whether the Supernatural Age is read like a movie, or read as a reference, whether it falls into the realm of pure entertainment, or a foreboding warning; either way..., it is a novel worth considering. Hopefully, it is a novel well received; a novel worthy of finding an intimate place in the heart of one’s library. Bottom line..., the ultimate battle between good and evil is looming. The question is..., are you ready?

Sujets

• Futuristic
• Christian
• Fiction

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• Publié par: Outskirts Press
• Date de parution: 15 décembre 2020
• Nombre de lectures: 0
• EAN13: 9781478773955
• Langue: English

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The Supernatural Age A Cautionary Tale All Rights Reserved. Copyright © 2021 David Alan Smith v3.0
This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events, locales, and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.
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Table of Contents
PART ONE: ‘…THE CLEANSING…’
Chapter One: NEW SOCIETY
Chapter Two: JESUS FREAK
Chapter Three: TWO KINDS OF LOVE
Chapter Four: ANTAEUS THE GREAT
Chapter Five: STATE OF AMERICA
Chapter Six: TIME TO GO
Chapter Seven: TEN MAIDENS
Chapter Eight: ‘AMELIA, AMELIA’
Chapter Nine: DEMONS UNLEASHED
Chapter Ten: TRIP FROM HELL
Chapter Eleven: PICTURE OF DESPAIR
Chapter Twelve: DEVIL IN THE DETAILS
Chapter Thirteen: FEED THE DOGS
Chapter Fourteen: GUESSING GAME
Chapter Fifteen: NO WHEELCHAIR
Chapter Sixteen: PIE IN THE SKY
Chapter Seventeen: PSYCHICS IN SYNCH
Chapter Eighteen: HONG KONG BOOM
Chapter Nineteen: MOTHER HEN
Chapter Twenty: BABYLON PILLARS
Chapter Twenty One: SIX HOLY MESSAGES
Chapter Twenty Two: WHATS-HIS-FACE
Chapter Twenty Three: WHITE HORSE
Preface
DECEPTION…?
It is as old as the truth.
Everybody knows…it…exists. Everybody knows…it…by name. Everybody knows what…it…does. And.., everybody knows why…it…does it.
Nevertheless…, what everybody doesn’t know is when this age-old craft and its invisible authority slithers into one’s mind, spirit and soul so as to put them under its mesmerizing spell—tricking them…, manipulating them…, and controlling them like a lifeless puppet on a string.
Yes…, everybody knows what deception is .
But they do not know when they are being deceived.
PART ONE
‘…THE CLEANSING…’
Chapter One
NEW SOCIETY
Carson City, Nevada: 2043
“What time is it?” Joel nervously asked.
“Uh, let’s see—time for you to tell me again how great and how awesome of a brother I am.” Randy joked.
“Oh, yeah right!” Joel bounced back with a chuckle.
Randy looked at his watch. “It’s ten after six. We’ve got plenty of time.”
As they inched their way to the check point, Joel shifted and repositioned himself in Randy’s ol’ pride-and-joy; his blue ’64 Chevy pickup. “You know, I love this old truck, but you gotta do something about these seats, dude. I feel like I’m sitting on a concrete bench.”
“Stop complaining! We look cool.” Randy playfully insisted.
“Oh yeah, we look real cool, Randy. Give me a break—maybe twenty-five years ago, but being that were both headed for fifty in a couple years I’d hardly say we look cool. Unless of course you mean in a dinosaur sort of way—there’re lots of people who think they’re cool.”
Randy had to laugh. Frustrated though, he went on to remark, “Man, I just hate these things.”
“Yeah, I know. Me, too,” Joel dreadfully agreed, “me too.”
One by one, car by car they’d get closer and closer to the random scan by DSS (Domestic Security and Surveillance). It was slow, but they at least had a beautiful view. Coming out of South Lake Tahoe, Hwy 50, headed for Reno, they were atop the lower mountainside looking down on Carson City peacefully sitting at the bottom of the valley.
Early in the morning, it was sunrise. The sun was just peeking over the top of the mountain with all its glory. Rays of light seemingly piercing holes and glimmering through sporadic portals in the rain clouds made it especially striking. It was beautiful.
Carson City stood out like a gem. Seeing the old and deteriorating historic little town long past its heydays briefly lit up sort of revived it, at least from a distance. Like a long forgotten ageing Broadway actress finding her way back onto a darkened stage, all alone and without even saying a word, a powerful spotlight casting its brilliant theatrical beam directly on her would once again bring her back to life.
Though it would obviously be short-lived, it was calming to see the beams of sunlight hit the little city. It was also in a lot of ways sad. Carson City was one of many communities dying in the wake of modern America’s so-called progress and saving the planet. What made it sad is it didn’t have to be this way.
Finally, after about twenty minutes of waiting, Randy turned down the radio as they slowly made their way towards eight stone faced police-soldiers in raingear and head-cams. The King’s Men; it’s what many had sarcastically come to call them. They were the product of America’s fundamental transformation. What was once called ‘the police’, ‘the cops’, and ‘peace officers’ in blue; were now called ‘Social Justice Enforcers’ in vivid green; a far cry from military green or the green of ICE, now abolished. It was closer to an environmental green; a clean sort of green symbolizing peace and closeness to nature.
By design…, under mob-rule and mob-mentality, along with a complicit Congress and President, instead of eradicating the police of whom were fiercely and constantly under assault, demonized, shamed, even imprisoned and killed for so-called police brutality and racism; it was politically decided to alter and restructure ‘Law Enforcement’. Policing was now all about enforcing ‘social crimes’; things that offended people, things that didn’t do enough or even say enough to end discrimination, racism, and inequality, and last but not least…, things that violated the environment, the climate, and the planet.
It was just as well. After the mob won their campaign to criminalize the police, most of the officers of old threw up their hands and chose apathy. After that, it didn’t take long for the old school police to ignore or turn a blind eye to real crimes for fear of being arrested themselves; handcuffed and perp-walked for violating the mob-mentality laws of ‘social justice’. Most of them, those with half a conscience, retired or resigned shortly thereafter; and who could blame them.
It was a shame, but more so sad really. Old school and traditional policing quickly became a thing of the past. Thus, in time the police of old eventually evolved into the police of new; new blood of whom Randy and Joel are about to face once again.
Getting cushy salaries and premium benefits via taxes and tolls paid by the bulk of society; the C-Class citizens in the private sector; the ‘Kings Men’ inherited a sense of superiority. It was actually more like…, or closer to a sense of supremacy…, like Nazis soldiers. Some would often go so far as to describe them as a sort of ‘New Age Gestapo’.
Needless to say, the Kings Men were content and comfortable. If one couldn’t see it in their face, it could always and easily be detected in their demeanor and attitudes. Being well-paid and treated so good; the loyal and rigid roadside regiment would follow protocol to the tee; enforcing the law.
They were young; mid thirties max, a couple of them early twenties or so, maybe even younger; six men and two women, in this case. Their youth however didn’t change the fact that they were grim. Being that it was a bit windy and facing them under a blanket of swirling, dark and heavy clouds only made them look that much worse. They came across as menacing and unfriendly.
Still, was it enough to hide how happy they were inside? Not hardly. Like all B-Class Citizens, all those in DSS loved their lucrative upper-class citizenship, their power and position of authority.
Enlisted by America’s Fourth Branch; their official name wasn’t the ‘Kings Men’, ‘Social Justice Enforcers’, or even the ‘Enforcers’ despite these names frequently used to identify them. No…, this particular new breed of police is officially known as the ‘Faction Eight Global Police’ there to protect and to serve. As always and by law, they took an oath to protect and to serve.
Of course, the times had changed. Their priorities and orders had change. They were there to—protect and serve—alright, but it was the A-Class Citizens, and themselves, the B-Class Citizens, and the Planet they’d be protecting and serving.
It was the typical double talk so commonly used by the Leftwing demagogues; seasoned liberals, progressives, socialist, communist, democrats, feckless republicans and turncoat republicans; fill in the blank, they were all the same. In modern America’s case; protecting and serving those who were in charge of protecting the Planet, protecting the Environment and protecting Humanity was of course deemed as protecting and serving the People.
How good of them. So much love…, so much concern, so wonderful and so caring, so thoughtful; how could anyone think otherwise? Right now, Randy and Joel were on the verge of getting another dose of some of that love and concern there to protect them and serve them for their own good.
“It ticks me off to know our taxes are actually paying these asshole thugs to harass us.” Randy quietly grumbled to Joel as they slowly came to a stop. Taking his voice down another notch while rolling down his window he turned to Joel and whispered one more little grievance before having to face the music.
“It just sucks, to know they slap a frickin’ toll on us too every time we’re forced to go through these stupid things.”
Even th