Ren Gerdvilis is a young physics professor whose family immigrated to the South Pacific nation of Aotearoa after World War II. He has long had a sense that there is more to life than meets the eye, and yet he proceeds with his life normally, spending time with friends and colleagues and falling in love. After a horrible accident that leaves Ren clinically dead for some time, he returns from heaven with a profound sense of the immense disparities occurring on the planet. He sees what his own family has endured, and he also observes how the present time has deteriorated to the point of imminent apocalypse. But while the forces of good have supernatural agents in the form of emissaries from heaven, the forces of evil have the Beasts, beings who have Ren in their sights and intend to eliminate him. Can he and his newfound love, Monia, survive to rid the world of torment, apathy, and greed, or will the Beasts prevail and bring about a world of darkness? In this novel, after a terrible accident, a young professor experiences a profound change in the way he sees the world and pits himself against the supernatural agents of evil.
The Emissaries
Beasts of the Code
By J. H. B. EdmondsBalboa Press
Copyright © 2016 J. H. B. Edmonds
All rights reserved.
ISBN: 978-1-5043-0263-0Contents
Chapter One ~ The Cold War, 1,
Chapter Two ~ Petulance Healed in Prayer, 12,
Chapter Three ~ Aotearoa, 37,
Chapter Four ~ Empathic Beginnings, 55,
Chapter Five ~ Lewd Mark of the Beast, 72,
Chapter Six ~ Chronicles of War and Love, 81,
Chapter Seven ~ The Concordance of Great Minds, 95,
Chapter Eight ~ A Sequenced Awakening Portal Arises, 101,
Chapter Nine ~ Ancients of Truth, 109,
Chapter Ten ~ The Pyjama Society, 123,
Chapter Eleven ~ Successionary Revelations, 127,
Chapter Twelve ~ The Greatest Mind that Ever Lived, 150,
Chapter Thirteen ~ It Calls for Calm, 152,
Chapter Fourteen ~ Tesla, the Genius, 159,
Chapter Fifteen ~ Tommy Black, 185,
Chapter Sixteen ~ Refinement of a Great Nation, 190,
Chapter Seventeen ~ The Twin-flame Rekindlement, 194,
Chapter Eighteen ~ An Immortally Familiar Date, 207,
Chapter Nineteen ~ From Gardner to Goon, 214,
Chapter Twenty ~ Time Waits for No-one, 223,
Chapter Twenty-One ~ To the Unutterable, 230,
Chapter Twenty-Two ~ Earth Warning, 233,
Chapter Twenty-Three ~ Ode to Tommy, 240,
Chapter Twenty-Four ~ Another Emissary is Born, 251,
Chapter Twenty-Five ~ The Past is the Past. Heal it, let it go, move on., 258,
Chapter Twenty-Six ~ Love-struck Twin-flames, 260,
Chapter Twenty-Seven ~ Stairway to Heaven, 264,
Chapter Twenty-Eight ~ Blessed Nirvana, I Thee Come, 280,
Chapter Twenty-Nine ~ Paradise Uplifted, 284,
Chapter-Thirty ~ Soroya, Norway ~ 0211 A.D., 293,
Chapter Thirty-One ~ Of Brave Men, and an Earthly Queen, 306,
Chapter Thirty-Two ~ The Kingdom of Kush, 315,
Chapter Thirty-Three ~ No-One Shall Stop Me!, 322,
Chapter Thirty-Four ~ The Greatest Lie Ever Told, 330,
Chapter Thirty-Five ~ Somnolence, 344,
Chapter Thirty-Six ~ An Emissary in Disguise, 351,
Chapter Thirty-Seven ~ An Unwelcome Visit, 364,
Chapter Thirty-Eight ~ No Time to Waste, 376,
Chapter Thirty-Nine ~ Cosmic Family, We Are, 388,
Chapter Forty ~ Profile of an Assassin, 391,
Chapter Forty-One ~ Where Do We Come From?, 400,
Chapter Forty-Two ~ Love in Bloom, 409,
Chapter Forty-Three ~ Maddy the Magnificent!, 414,
Chapter Forty-Four ~ Karmic Rebalancing, 421,
Chapter Forty-Five ~ 'Oh, the Willfulness of Belief and Obliging', 438,
Chapter Forty-Six ~ It Never Ceases, 455,
Chapter Forty-Seven ~ The Beast's Lair, 476,
Chapter Forty-Eight ~ It's all about the Crystals, 484,
Chapter Forty-Nine ~ Respite and Insight, 489,
Chapter Fifty ~ Aotearoa to New York, to Pontecorvo, 500,
Chapter Fifty-One ~ Pontecorvo, Italy, 511,
Chapter Fifty-Two ~ It's an Inside Job, 528,
Chapter Fifty-Three ~ Cauldron of Discontent, 551,
Chapter Fifty-Four ~ Poneke, 568,
Chapter Fifty-Five ~ To Hell and Beyond, 585,
Chapter Fifty-Six ~ J'adore De l'expérience, 590,
Chapter Fifty-Seven ~ Appalachian Mountains, 598,
Chapter Fifty-Eight ~ The Sacred Mountain of Takitimu, 604,
Chapter Fifty-Nine ~ Lyran meets Lyran, 616,
Chapter Sixty ~ Victory or Defeat, 651,
About the Author, 665,
CHAPTER 1
The Cold War
Russia, 1973.
It is a bitterly cold, and hostile country. Clouds of eerie, gray mist, slowly rolls across the vast, bucolic landscape of rural Votkinsk, as thirteen women load heavy baskets of swede, leeks, pumpkins, and cabbages, from the large garden onto a truck, ready to be taken to the market. Whilst a man, dressed in a hefty winter uniform, and carrying a rifle, though not a military officer, he however, appears to resemble one. He stands awatch from on top of the deck of the truck, supervising the workers, whilst another man sits quietly in the cab, smoking a cigarette, with a rifle spread across his lap.
Ludmila Provenskova, Mila for short, is one of the workers in the field. She is happily married to Viktor, who has been stationed in Perm, on his second two year term doing military service, whilst Mila works at the large, produce garden, and taking care of their two children, Ljuben, and Alexa. She has just one close friend at the garden, Yulia, whom she confides in occasionally, but most often, she works diligently, and abidingly, without causing any trouble or antagonism to anyone.
She does her days toil, and each afternoon, both her and Yulia, cycle the three and a half miles home together. However, this day takes a turn for the worse. It was something both she and Yulia had always dreaded, similar to other such times they had seen before.
Mila whispers to Yulia. "My hands are getting cold Yulia. I can't feel my fingers. Look, they've gone bluey-white" as Yulia and Mila quickly look vigilantly to where the guards are posted near the truck, before Yulia catches a glimpse at Milas' fingers.
"You didn't bring any mittens Mila?" asked Yulia. Milas' knuckles are close to ceasing, and showing obvious signs of chilblains. The affected areas on her fingers are angry, reddened, itching, and swelling fast. Sleet now begins to fall intensely, as she tries her aimless best to open and close her frozen and painful hands.
Both women's faces are glowing white. Their pinkish cheeks slowly fade to purple, whilst ice crystals begin to form across their eyebrows and over their tied head-scarves, underneath their thick woollen hats. It was the end of the growing season, and winter had come early. They had to get the last of the remaining crop inside, before they, like some of the vegetables, perished.
"Here have these" Yulia hastily offers, as she removes her wool and leather fingerless mittens. "Quick Mila, put them on, before the guard see's you."
"But Yulia you can't, your hands will freeze" exclaimed Mila sheepishly, as her face exuded astonishment.
"I'll be ok, take them, put them on, quickly Mila!" as Yulia conceals them in her hands, giving them to Mila, as she spies the guard standing on the deck of the truck catch what the two women are doing. He remains standing there idly, with his rifle in his hand, and casually walks away. Nonchalantly, he decides to light a cigarette, as other women begin carrying baskets of produce, walk towards him and onto the truck at the rear.
It begins to sleet heavier now, almost to a white-out; while the remaining women continue filling their baskets before they carry them towards the truck. As the sky almost begins to go dark, a squadron of eight Lavochkin La-9 fighter planes, flying in formation, scream overhead.
"Are you ok?" whispered Yulia. Mila, her shoulders to her ears. She has had enough. To her, living a life of humiliation felt like a prison.
"I don't know, I hate it here" replied Mila shaking her head. "I didn't know what he was going to do when he saw what we were doing."
The other workers were already busy carrying baskets of produce from the garden. They were handing them across to another woman on the truck who began stacking them four baskets high from the front and working their way towards the back as the officer stood on the bed of it overseeing them.
Another one of the other women, Tsenia, is a quiet woman, a Light Being, and someone who, in general, keeps to herself. Although strong, for this virulent emissary, not for a second was she under any obligation to abide or conforming by anyone, let alone...
