1:5 The prophecy

I awoke in a tent. My family and the group of knights who had been following me were at my side.

“Honey, are you okay?”

“Yeah, wow, what happened, it was such intense pain and heat.”

“It’s the MARK you bare.” said the knight who had swatted me on the back. “You bare the MARK and today is the day. We’ve been waiting for you. Tell him Zaqiel, tell him the prophecy.”

The man they called Zaqiel stood before me, his eyes showed years of wisdom but his face was like a child. When he moved it wasn’t as though he walked, it was more like he flowed.

He spoke 

 On the 7th day of the 7th month in the 7th year

A hero will be born out of fire and fear.

In a land far far away

Where terror fights every day,

Fire from above will crack the door

And evil will be held at bay no more.

The Triangle of Death will be their exodus

But from the city of silver and angels he will come to us

He will bear to marks of head and of heart

Chosen by fate, branded at the start

Look to Ephisians and the Powers for Aide

 Toss away doubt and a hero may be made

 True Love his counterpart along with a scion of five

their love for him, and faith in The Lord will keep him alive”

As Zaqiel finished his tale, the knights bowed their heads, a hush fell over the tent, entire fare seemed silent, the town, the state, the country, silence for a brief moment, echoed around the world. 

And then it was broken as a bomb exploded in  Al Hillah. The war on terror continued in Iraq, and on this day duel car bombs exploded. Later we would learn that 114 people were killed, and over 145 seriously injured. The blood of innocents soaked the ground and the shock wave of evil rocked the earth. Far below its surface in a cave untouched by man stood a door, put there before man even walked the earth. Put there to hold back a legion of hell. Demons. And on this day, at that momemnt, the door cracked.

1:4 It burns

We walked around and were having a great day at the Fair. Actually I was having an incredible day. I entered the Archery contest like I do every year, but this year I WON!

I played the axe throwing game, and I won!

Strong Man competition…yep, won!.

I was on a role it was crazy, it got to the point where a crowd was watching every time I went to play one of the games at the fair.

But when I looked around, I realized, it wasn’t other visitors at the fair that were watching me, it was the workers. A good portion of them men in their knights costumes had gathered together to watch. They all cheered and rooted me on, but while they were watching it seemed as though they were studying me, tracking my every move I could hear the chatter as if it were in my head or all around me, it was difficult to understand what they were saying. It blended together in a static noise where only a a word or two would come to the surface and be audible. All I could pick out was “finally” and “the day” and “the mark”. I thought nothing of it and just thought it was them playing their roles.

 My family and I headed over to watch the jousting competition, another favorite of ours at the fair, and of course before we stopped to watch the show we had to get our goodies to eat. A giant turkey leg for me, pickles from the pickle lady for my two boys, a sweet tart for my wife, and some large soft pretzels for my three girls. As I stood in line waiting for the sweet tart an unusually large man walked up behind me “Excellent show today my friend, you faired well in the competitions.” He slapped his large mitt of a hand on my back with a thunderous slap and it burned.

 Hot searing pain, focused at the base of my skull, like I was an ant under an immensly large magnifying glass. Scorching the flesh from me, feeling it peel away to reveal the muscle, cooking that to the point to the meat falling from the bone, heating, hotter and hotter until the spine itself began to dry to the point of becoming ash.

I dropped to my knees and clutched my chest, my wife screamed for help and my children ran to my side. “What did you do to him!” She screamed at the large man staring at me in wonder. “Dan…Danel! What’s Wrong!”

“Danel…” The large man whispered.

1:3 The day

The date was one everyone was saying was “the luckiest day ever” July 7th of last year. 7-7-07. We were on a family vacation and that days stop was the Renaisance Festival. We had been there numerous times before,  enjoyed the food, the shows, the atmosphere of every one being in ‘costume’. We looked forward to going every year. When we arrived this year it  was raining, but it didn’t last, we hung out in one of the shops where you can buy leather cloaks and such and waited for it to pass, and it did.

Aside from the rain possibly putting a kibosh on our vacation day I wasn’t feeling so well. I had a little sunburn from working in the yard the day before and these two stupid scars I have, today of all days start bugging the heck out of me.

When we were kids my mother used to have us where these Catholic medals. They were small little medals on saftety pins, about the size of a dime. Sometimes St. Anthony, or the Virgin Mary, John the Baptist, St. Paul they varied, what can I say, Mom is Italian and a little bit weird. So one day I’m at school and they’re having some outdoor ‘field day’ and the teachers wanted to iron on some team logo to our t-shirts. But little me gets my shirt ironed and the teacher doesn’t realize I have my St. Paul medal pinned to my shirt. So essentially she heats it up nice and hot, I throw on my t-shirt and get branded. Nice for a 6 year old kid in first grade huh?

Years later when I go to get my shaved for the first time, due to the fact there was no fighting my thinning hair, the women cutting my hair asks “Hey how’d you get this scar?” And I honestly never felt it before that day. You know how it is when you cut your leg or get a black and blue and you don’t even realize it until you see it, then the second you do your like…OUCH! Well that was my head scar. Every once in a while it would itch or hurt but not until after that day that women cutting my hair pointed it out. Its weird looking. Like an X of sorts but there’s little marks on each end of the X and two of the lines are more jagged than the other one.

The sunburn was making the mark on my chest ache and the scar on the back of my stupid head, that didn’t wear a hat in the sun, just burn. They itched and burned and no amount of aloe could get it to stop at times, but I couldn’t tell the kids we weren’t going so I cowboyed up, and we headed out on our day trip.

 A little sketch of the scar on the back of my head, I tried to take a picture of it, but it wouldn’t come out for some reason.

1:2 Where do you hide if your immortal?

 What does that have to do with me? Well while the flood took care of the men and women of the world aside from Noah and his family, 200 of the Grigori also fell in God’s good grace. They were after all his children. He spared them and their wives, he could not fault them for falling in love. But they had to be punished, their children were taken away from them, and they were told to stay on Earth in secrecy until the end of days.

I’m still digressing, but you need to know it all, I need to get it all out there. So where does a group of eternal fallen angels and their wives hide among men? Right in the open, in fact they invite us to come and see them and walk amongst them. Apparently they fell in love with the “Renaissance Era” when they went through it, and  decided to live that way forever. In Sterling New York they have built their home, they became blacksmiths, glass blowers, actors and poets. We eat their food, listen to their stories and wonder how someone today could speak in such a manner and “stay in character” all the time. This is where I met them

1:My Genesis

This is difficult.To sit here and put this out to the world at large, its difficult.I’m really hoping there’s a manifestation to get me out of doing this, but it looks like all is clear right now.My daughter thought this would be a good idea. To get this off my chest, to write it down so that others may learn from it. Some will read this and think its some wacko with serious delusion problems. Some will read this and think its some really cool fictional comic book story about the battle between good and evil. I wonder if anyone will see it for what it is, a declaration.How do I start, its cliché, but at the beginning I suppose. But which one? There’s a couple in this story.

 Let me start with the old one that came into play before me. A long time ago, and I mean a long long time ago, there was a group of angels called the Grigori. They’re only job was to watch us here on Earth, watch and make sure we stayed out of trouble. But what ended up happening was they fell in love with our women. Angels assigned to watch Earth ended up falling love with human women.  How is a man supposed to compete with that? Not like ordinary guys like us have a hard enough time, these Angels come down from Heaven and they tell our women they’ve fallen in love with them just from seeing them. What girl isn’t going to fall for that line? So the Grigori take our women as their brides and have children with them, Those children become known as Nephilim, or more popularly known as Titans, half man, half angel. But apparently the Titans/Ndphlim brought with them fighting and war or were considered hidieous monsters. This didn’t sit well with God as well all know what happened next. 6 The LORD was grieved that he had made man on the earth, and his heart was filled with pain. 7 So the LORD said, “I will wipe mankind, whom I have created, from the face of the earth—men and animals, and creatures that move along the ground, and birds of the air—for I am grieved that I have made them.” 8 But Noah found favor in the eyes of the LORD.

To be continued…