by Terry James
And, now, Cooper, practically alone so far as human involvement was concerned, knew the true secrets. He, alone, knew the intricate details of “Dark Dimension,” the name he gave the project the…things…chose him to implement.
But, he was no longer the only one to know the forbidden things. The things NSA wanted desperately to find out about and take back under their control. They had their methods. They were on the verge of pinpointing the location of James and Lori Morgan, Kirban, and the others.
He must bring the escapees from the complex back. Put them under lock and key, under the total control of his powerful associates. Or the fugitives would have to be eliminated. Either way, the time to move was now!
Just after noon, June 29 – Mitford House
Randall and Ruth Prouse arrived at late-morning, and although bone-tired, the archaeologist insisted on having his say. He had spent the morning on the plane rides going over his study of the matter before them.
“You can’t go to the government with it, Chris. Either they won’t believe what you tell them, or worse.”
Prouse hesitated, trying within his thoughts to make sense of the best course of action.
“Worse?” Gessel Kirban asked from across the kitchen table. “What, worse?”
“It just hit me,” Prouse said, a look of epiphany crossing his face. “That’s what I was being told in my reading the account of Saul’s encounter with the witch of Endor, the prophet Samuel.”
“What?” Christopher Banyon said impatiently.
Prouse seemed to go into a thought-trance for a few seconds, while his partners in conversation looked at each other, then again to the archaeologist with frustration in their expressions.
“Out with it, Randy,” Christopher said, even though frustrated, amused at his friend’s lack of forthcoming. It was not like Randall Prouse to be at a loss for words.
“Oh! I was thinking. Saul represented the government of Israel at that time. The channeler--the witch--was terrified that the king would find out she had been doing the forbidden things…channeling, prophesying, that sort of thing. Yet, there she sat, talking to the very king she was terrified of, not recognizing him because of his disguise. Saul wanted answers. He was willing to make a deal with the Devil to get them. Saul…the government…in league with the dark forces…”
Prouse looked at Chris, then at Kirban. “Don’t you see? You can’t tell the government. Even if you had absolute proof. They are already in league with the powers, the principalities, with wickedness in high, supernatural places. It’s there in Ephesians 6: 11-12.”
“All very interesting,” the Israeli said, after a moment of thought. “But, what are we then to do with the knowledge that these things are again invading?”
“Maybe it’s not possible to do anything at all,” Christopher said. “Maybe we can somehow delay the inevitable. I don’t know. All I know is that we’ve been brought to this point for some reason. We’ve prayed about it, acted as best we know how. The rest is up to the Lord.”
“Perhaps it is His Divine will that we use material means, the things we’ve been given, to get to the heart of things,” Gessel Kirban said. “I have ideas…call them theories about these dark beings. I believe it is possible to turn the tables.”
“What things do we have that we’ve been given?” Christopher said.
“The precognition neuro-diviner. I propose conversing with the thing indwelling Dr. Lansing,” the scientist said.
“But, channeling…divining of every sort is expressly forbidden in God’s Word,” Prouse said. “We might be guilty of the same things as those interacting with these bene elohim…”
“But, didn’t God use the evil powers of the woman at Endor, the witch, to accomplish channeling, to tell Saul he would be replaced by David as king of Israel?” Christopher said.
Prouse considered the minister’s words. “Point well made,” he said.
Christopher turned to the Israeli scientist. “But how can we converse…with an evil spirit? Wouldn’t the thing just leave, or clam up?”
“This is where I believe forces for good will ride to the rescue,” Kirban said with a smile. “Let us see if we can catch ourselves a spook.”
Chapter 20
Mitford House, June 29
“I must issue a warning,” Gessel Kirban said, adjusting the PND helmet on Clark Lansing’s head. “If what I believe to be the case is true, we are opening up the gates of…I don’t know what, exactly.”
“Is it going to hurt Dad?” Mark said. “Because if it will, then we’ll just have to forget this experiment, Dr. Kirban.”
“No, there will be no pain. You’ve worn the device for long hours. Do you recall pain?”
“No, but, I don’t remember much of anything of the time I wore the helmet.”
“The danger I’m speaking of is from the thing that indwells your father. I believe that once the PND is switched on, the thing possessing Dr. Lansing will find itself entrapped--unable to escape the technology’s hold. At least that is my theory, my sincere belief, based upon my findings,” the scientist said, making final adjustments to the helmet. “I have no idea how the entity might react.”
“What do you hope to accomplish by this?” Randall Prouse asked, coming close to satisfy his curiosity about the gleaming golden device.
“I am of the belief that, possibly, we can talk directly with the creature within Dr. Lansing, the thing that indwells his core being,” Kirban said.
The scientist looked up from his task of adjusting the device. “Please turn the switch for the lights to its lowest setting,” he instructed to Laura Morgan, who stood nearest the rheostat switch on the wall. She complied, and the laboratory dimmed until everything within the room became barely visible. Kirban took a tiny examination light from his smock’s breast pocket and shined into Clark Lansing’s eyes.
The Israeli threw a switch on a table near where he sat, activating the helmet.
“See, here,” he bid Prouse, James Morgan and the others to come closer. “The pupils open, almost at once, to full dilation.”
“You’re sure it’s not hurting him,” Lori said, her arm around Mark, sharing his worry.
“No…he is in no pain. Now, let us see what lies beyond those dilated pupils.”
The scientist scooted his chair to in front of Clark, staring into the man’s eyes.
“I call upon you who inhabit this host to speak,” the scientist said. “What is your name?”
Clark Lansing said nothing, continuing to stare straight ahead, his eyes black, and unblinking.
Kirban looked away, considering his next tact. He glanced at each concerned face.
“I believe we can make contact, only if another wears the PND.”
“Who?” Prouse said. “I’ll try it.”
“I feel very much that this is more a spiritual matter than a physical one,” Kirban said. “This might sound strange coming from one who has devoted most of his life to the belief that man, alone, controls his own universe. But, I have been persuaded differently, thanks to the faith I have seen…”
He looked to each person in the room. “We must have someone with great faith to wear the helmet, to ask the questions,” Kirban said.
“I’ll do it,” Christopher Banyon said. “Do you really think that thing will work, if one of us wears it to try to communicate to the spirit, if it does indwell him?”
“Yes,” Kirban answered with confidence.
“I want to help.”
All eyes went to Susie Banyon, who stepped forward.
“No! Absolutely not,” Christopher said. “You’re not putting that thing on. It’s too dangerous.”
Susie looked up at her husband, her brown eyes telling him that her volunteering was beyond either of their right to object. “I’ll be okay, Chris.”
“Very well,” Kirban said, inferring that the minister’s silence meant he agreed with his wife. The scientist got up from the chair, and helped Susie take his place. “Y
ou will feel only a bit light headed,” he said. “Just relax. We will instruct as to what to ask, how to engage the entity, if it indeed indwells, as I believe.”
Kirban switched on the second device when the helmet was in place.
“Ask the entity its name,” the scientist instructed.
“Your name…give me your name,” Susie said.
Clark Lansing’s facial muscles twitched, his mouth began to move. Still, there was no sound.
Kirban started to instruct Susie again, when she spoke without prompting.
“In the name of Jesus Christ, I command you to tell me your name. Tell me your name,” she said in a voice that seemed stronger, more authoritative than her own.
Christopher Banyon moved forward as if he would touch her, help her. Randall Prouse restrained him.
“She’s okay, Chris,” Prouse said.
Clark Lansing’s eyes looked to be all black pupil. A scowl replaced his former placid expression.
The words hissed from the grinning mouth. “Our name is Legion…”
A voice from another time, another place. A growl emanating from within the human host. They were witnessing conversation between this world and some other. Each felt the sensation. Chilling ripples of realization traversed the spine. They watched and listened in transfixed fascination within the laboratory’s semi-darkness.
“Ask about…”
“Where do you come from?” Susie asked, interrupting the Israeli scientist’s prompting. Kirban backed off, amazed that the questions coming from the woman seemed to originate from a source that had the authority to preempt his own.
“From a faraway galaxy,” the thing within Clark Lansing replied with a hiss.
“Liar!” the woman accused. “In the name of Christ…from where do you come?”
“From other dimensions. From many times and places.” The voice seemed weakened, whimpering.
“Why are you here, at this time, at this place?”
A snarling, agonizing growl crawled from Clark Lansing’s throat, then the voice spoke.
“To seduce,” it said.
“Seduce? In what way?” Susie questioned.
The thing within Clark Lansing snickered, then snarled, “To present the taking away, when the time is come.”
“Explain this taking away. How will you seduce?”
“We will not divulge.”
“In the name of Jesus Christ!” Susie shouted.
Clark Lansing’s body lurched backward, his head bowing forward before straightening. His pupils were huge; froth bubbled from the sides of his mouth and over his lower lip.
“In the name of the Lord Jesus Christ! Tell me about what you mean by the taking away. How will you seduce?”
The voice from within Lansing echoed. More subdued, however, it explained in a child-like whine.
“We will delude through the RAPTURE. We will show the taking away is the work of the RAPTURE,” it said, the voice trailing off.
“Explain this…RAPTURE…It is not the Rapture prophesied by the Apostle Paul, is it?” Susie’s voice was unlike Christopher had ever heard it. Her command of a Biblical topic he was certain she knew as little about as himself, sprang from, seemed framed by, absolute authority.
The voice groaned within Lansing, as if its source were suffering great pain.
“I command you, in the Holy name of Christ!” Susie shouted into Clark Lansing’s face.
There sounded what seemed to be multiple cries rumbling within the man’s throat. The many voices coalesced into one, fluid voice.
“RAPTURE is the means to delude. RAPTURE is Transmolecular dissolution and reassembly. Through RAPTURE we cause flesh to vanish. To reassemble. You know,” the voice said with a sly intonation, "like the Transporter on Star Trek.”
The things within again chuckled quietly. “This host has experienced the RAPTURE. Soon will come the great taking away. We will explain…the RAPTURE…A great accident of physical science…”
The voices again faded until only faint sinister snickering could be heard.
“You mean 2 Thessalonians 2:9 through 12? –The strong delusion of that passage?” She questioned in the manner of a court-room prosecutor.
Christopher, like the others, stood astonished, seeing and hearing his wife interrogate the evil within Clark Lansing.
“They will believe! The Holy One’s Word foretells…the fools will believe,” the voice said.
Gessel Kirban started to give Susie a question to ask, but she spoke before he could say it.
“What, exactly, is this RAPTURE of which you speak?”
“It is the Rapid Atomic Particle Transmolecular Unification Reassembly Energizer,” the voice that sounded like many commingled voices said. “We have used it in a few instances to accomplish certain goals.”
“What goals?” Susie asked.
“To bring a top particle physicist into the magnificent one’s plans.”
“Who is the magnificent one?”
“There is none other. We speak of the great Lucifer, of course,” the blended voices said as one in a caustic tone.
“Tell me about the plans of which you speak.”
“To produce progeny for our purposes. To introduce the human realm to technologies it would take the human ones’ eons to otherwise produce,” the voices answered in unison.
“How, and why do you wish to introduce such technologies?”
“Beginning with the…extraterrestrial matter, we interacted with the ones of flesh to see that they developed the machinery to exponentially advance physical science. Your people of science call it reverse engineering…”
“And, you needed this host?” Susie asked.
“Yes. This host has extraordinary facility for work in particle physics…A thing that was needed to develop the RAPTURE.”
“But, there is another reason. What is that reason?” the prosecution continued.
The thing within Clark Lansing seemed to twist in anger and agony, but had no choice but to answer, Randall Prouse observed with amazement.
“We require his genetic make-up. The offspring of his genetics will serve us, to produce the Nephilim, as in the ancient times.”
“Before the Flood,” Susie said, knowingly.
“Yes.”
“And, how will this be done?” Susie demanded.
Again, the entity within Clark Lansing seemed to writhe in angry discomfort before it spoke.
“By entering into the daughters of men.”
“As it was in the days of Noah,” Christopher Banyon said barely above a whisper.
“Two are chosen to again begin producing the Nephilim,” the entity said. “The young Lansing was chosen from an early age, because of genetic predisposition. A female then was chosen, after it was determined that the father of the boy indeed possessed the essential genetic confirmation. The girl was chosen because there was need to keep her father subjugated to…human governmental authority, shall we say?”
“The girl is Lori Morgan,” Susie said.
“Yes. We spared her father through use of the RAPTURE to secretly test his genetic composition. Only a perfectly matched union can produce the matrix for bringing forth the Nephilim.”
“But, you must indwell both the male and female at the time of conception, to produce the result you intend.”
“Yes. We must assure a genetic match at every point of human physiology.”
“And, tell me why you desire to produce this…Nephilim,” Susie said.
“No! We will not divulge!”
“Why do you try to refuse the question? The answer is known by the Holy One,” she said.
“Do not make us say…We will not say it!”
“You will. I command it in Christ’s Holy Name,” Susie said, the order given in a calm voice.
The legion of evil beings screamed within the man, whose countenance took on a grotesque visage, his mouth wide and twisted in anguish. Mark started forward, but Gessel Kirban put out his arm to stop him
.
“No, young man. Your father is well. He will not be harmed. We must continue the dialogue,” the Israeli scientist said.
Lori again embraced Mark, trying to comfort him.
“I command…Christ commands you!” Susie repeated.
“We seek to contaminate the seed of man.”
“Why do you seek to do this?”
“To keep the prophecy from fulfillment,” the beast within Clark Lansing said.
“The Scripture of the prophecy is Genesis 3:15, isn’t it?”
“Yes.”
“You intend to so contaminate the race of man that the vast majority will have souls that cannot be redeemed,” Susie said.
“Yes! Yes! The first-time bene elohim produced Nephilim, before the Great Flood, the Redeemer had not yet come. Now that He has come, we will so contaminate the race that they are no longer fully the creation called man. The Nephilim cannot be redeemed,” the multitudinous voice confessed gleefully.
“And this…plan to repeat what bene elohim did in that antediluvian time, was implemented with the deception that extraterrestrials are interjecting themselves into the affairs of earth dwellers,” Susie said.
“Yes.”
“But, the bene elohim cannot indwell those who are Christ’s,” Susie said.
“No! No! No!” the entities within screeched, their anger rising to a higher pitch with each exclamation.
“This is why you could not possess Lori when you attempted to do so last evening.”
“Yes! Yes! The Holy One dwells within her,” the creatures growled with hatred.
“Those who know Jesus Christ as Savior are out of your reach.”
“But, there are multitudes more within our grasp. We will have them. We have them already,” the legion said as one.
“When? How do you expect to succeed?”
“When the great taking away intervenes, it will be Lucifer’s time to reign!”
“The Rapture--the catching up--of Christ’s believers, and the resurrection of those who have died from the time of the Cross? From the time of Pentecost--the birth of Christ’s Church?”
“Yes. When they are gone, we shall prevail!”
“Ask why they haven’t already sent a force here, since they obviously infiltrated us, and kept track of us through Clark,” James Morgan said.
