M E S S I A H: AWAKENINGS   The breathtaking new book from Ron James


 
 
 



In the degenerating, seemingly near Apocalyptic world of "MESSIAH: Awakenings", the Antichrist of the Christian Religion will soon take the World Stage.

But he hasn't been ordained by the Devil.  He's been recruited by another, only too human order.

Just as these centuries-old forces tighten their grip on the planet and edge closer to their twisted vision of humanity, a sign appears...

And everything changes...

From "MESSIAH: Awakenings" by Ron James:

 

CHAPTER SEVEN
December 24th, 12:22 a.m.

     The sound began as an unfamiliar intrusion into his skull, breaking into a pleasant dream of water and a deep, cyan sky. It took hold in his mind, blaring like street alarms, until finally there was nothing else.
     Mark Morris opened his eyes and turned on his bedside lamp, squinting against the sudden light. The phone kept ringing. Whoever was on the other end of the line was determined to wake him up, despite the hour.
     This had better be good, he thought, groggily fumbling for the receiver. “Harris. I hope this is important.”
     “You bet it is. Get ready for the scoop of the year.”
     The caller was Mark’s younger brother, Henry, an astronomy major at San Diego State University. The last time they had talked, Henry had been doing fieldwork at the Mount Palomar Observatory, located in the low-lying mountains on the outskirts of San Diego County.
     Mark knew his brother’s voice, and he knew by the sound of it on this night that something had him very excited. “Henry, what’s up? Do you know what time it is?”
     “We’ve got a celestial event. Damndest thing I ever saw.”

     Mark could barely understand his brother’s words. “Slow down.”
     It didn’t help.
     “Naturally, we thought it had to be something military, but if it is, they’re sure putting on a heck of a show to cover up their involvement. They’ve already dispatched jets; re-routed satellites and they’re even talking about an emergency space plane launch.
     “We don’t know what the heck to make of it. So far, we can’t say what it is but, in a minute or two, I should at least be able to tell you what it isn’t.”
     “Henry, stop!” Mark shouted into the phone. He heard his brother take a deep breath on the other end. “What are you talking about?”
     “I’m sorry. With you being with The Times, I thought you’d already be working on the story.”
     “I was asleep. I’ve been working some odd hours. The paper’s got me doing some investigative work on … never mind. Tell me what’s going on.”
     “See for yourself. Go outside. You should be able to see it from there.”
     “See what?”
     “Just do it.”

     “Okay. Hold on.” Mark stood up from the bed and put on his bathrobe. The rest of the house was dark and it took a minute for his eyes to adjust to the light. He took his cordless phone from its cradle in the living room, then made his way to the front door and opened it, Immediately he noticed that the color of the night sky was far from the deep midnight blue that it should have been.
     To the west and high above the horizon, he found the reason why.
     “What the Hell?”
     “Believe me, everyone’s asking that same question.” Henry said. “I’m gonna put you on hold for a minute, we’re getting ready to reset everything for some more readings. I should have some answers for you.”
     “Uh, yeah, okay.”
     “Don’t hang up, Mark.”
     “Don’t worry.”
     The sky was clear, the stars bright, even the pastel splash of distant nebulae was slightly visible in the far-off reaches of space. That fact alone made Mark realize that the sky was not itself, for usually the Los Angeles haze blocked out everything but the brightest lights in Heaven.
There was something else, too. Perfectly positioned between the horizon and the highest point in the sky was something that could have been a second moon. Or a comet. Or a UFO. It was directly to the west, a huge, bright blue orb, changing its intensity and shade like a chameleon. Its surface swirled gently, as if it was composed of a vaporous blue fog, yet it held its perfectly round shape and soft edges without compromise.

     The wind blew slowly, the sound of the earth whispering to itself and the sky. The street was bathed in the soft blue glow, surreal, dream-like and serene. Mark felt as if he were on a sound stage, the buildings and trees and bushes nothing more than a set, the incredible sky merely a clever special effect.
     A month ago, while in New York, he’d toured the Museum of Modern Art. He’d come face to face with a painting that had made his emotions swirl like a lava lamp, a peaceful, dreamy state of warmth and calm. That painting had been The Starry Night, by Vincent Van Gogh, and its essence had just come to life in the sky over Los Angeles.
     “Mark? Mark are you there?”
     Mark lifted the phone back to his ear. “Yeah, I’m here. This is incredible. What have you got?”
     “Okay, it’s not a comet. It appears to be some sort of vaporous cloud suspended in the upper atmosphere. It’s not showing up on radar, so that rules out a solid mass.”
     “If it’s not solid, how can it keep its cohesion? It should be dissipating or burning up.”
     “We haven’t had time to confirm anything more, but it appears that the entire area surrounding the anomaly is giving off a highly unusual electromagnetic signature.”
     “Some kind of projection?”
     “Maybe, but if it is, we haven’t been able to locate the source. There’s no trace of any point of origin from Earth, no energy trail, and we haven’t located any satellites that could be projecting the image.”

     Mark’s phone beeped, signaling another call. “Hold on, Henry. I’ll be right back.” He switched over the line. “Morris.”
     “Mark, get down to the paper right now. You won’t believe ...”
     “Oh, yes, I will,” Mark said, cutting off Stan Freeport, his editor from The Los Angeles Times.
     “You’ve seen it then?”
     “Yeah. I’m on the phone with my brother Henry right now.”
     “He still working at Palomar?”
     “Uh-huh.”
     “Great. Tell him you’ll call him back, and get in here. I’ve called a meeting of all the senior staff and stopped the day's issue.”
     “On my way.” Mark switched back to Henry. “Still there?”
     “Yeah, but I’ve got to go. Things are crazy here. Was that the paper?”
     “You guessed it. Can I call you back when I get to the office?”
     “You can try. It might be hard to get through. I’ll set my watch so it E-mails you the updated data every few minutes. How’s that?”
     “That’ll work Henry. What’s your personal take on this thing?”
     “I don’t know. This is totally theoretical, but judging from its characteristics, if it’s not some kind of elaborate hoax or something government related, it could be some kind of ...”
     Henry trailed off. Mark noticed again how peaceful he felt – rested, almost billowy like a set of sails in light wind. He was drawn to the feeling, somehow familiar to him, but he couldn’t place it. Perhaps an unborn child felt this way in the womb.
     “Some kind of what?” he prompted.
     The glow of the object had brightened in the time he’d been on the phone, and shades of reality seemed to bask in its hue.
     “This is going to sound stupid, so don’t quote me on it. Some kind of dimensional rift, maybe. A doorway.”

    Henry trailed off. Mark noticed again how peaceful he felt – rested, almost billowy like a set of sails in light wind. He was drawn to the feeling, somehow familiar to him, but he couldn’t place it. Perhaps an unborn child felt this way in the womb.
“Some kind of what?” he prompted.
The glow of the object had brightened in the time he’d been on the phone, and shades of reality seemed to bask in its hue.
“This is going to sound stupid, so don’t quote me on it. Some kind of dimensional rift, maybe. A doorway.”


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