His name was Jeffrey Lionel Dahmer and few, if any would argue, that he was the bogeyman through and through. When his reign of terror had come to an end, 17 men would be dead, He would lure them home through various means, some promised money, others a good time, but none were told the truth. First he would drug them, to assure they could not get away. He would then hand-cuff them to a stationery surface, in the event they came to, while he worked and while he played. Each time varied slightly, but it was generally the same routine. Jeffrey had abandonment issues, to say the very least. So in order to keep his victims with him, he performed his own brand of surgery. Drilling holes in their skulls, while they where still very much alive, pouring in boiling hot water or hydrochloric acid, in hopes of turning them into zombies, his own version of sex slaves is what he intended to make.
Not satisfied that this was enough, he would make love to their corpses, hoping that their two bodies would become one. This ritual went on long after they were dead, necrophilia is what they call it, crazy is what it is. But even joining forces in such a manner was not good enough it. He longed to be closer, somehow more connected, assuring that they could never leave him. So when the zombied-sex slaves and the necrophiliac would not do the trick, then crazy Jeffrey Dahmer began to eat them, bit by cannibalistic bit. And while no comparison is made between his non-belief and others who share in atheism, prior to his sentence of 900 years (he would be killed in prison long before his time was served), he is noted for quoting these now infamous words, “If a person doesn’t think there is a God to be accountable to, then what’s the point of trying to modify your behavior to keep it within acceptable ranges?”
Kendall F. Person’s The Religious Right Book IV Destiny the final chapter
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2030 – In Jerusalem, Israel, the fighting intensified to the point where both sides where all in and there was no turning back. The Palestinians were the first to run out of bombs, and began scaling the fifty foot wall, hurling themselves over, raining human bombs on the other side. But Israel had had enough of child’s play, and had always had the bigger gun, and no more would they hold themselves at bay. Sirens sounded off around the city, forcing all to take cover as the Israelis took dead aim, with their specialized weapons of mass destruction. They cranked up the sirens in a final call for safety, then giving peace no further consideration, they fired canon after canon at the walls foundation until the entire structure had disintegrated to dust. And for the first time in over a decade, the sons of Abraham faced each other off.
As the smoldering rocks settled into place and the brown smoke began to dissipate and each saw hate on the others’ faces, the hate became carnal, a blood lust of sorts, both sides drop their weapons, not waiving the white flag, but more determined to eliminate the others presence. But the hate became blinding, and all were in a rage, and no more was it good enough to drop bombs from far away. They wanted to look into the eyes as their enemy lay dying, so they charged over the ashes of the now broken down wall, determined to kill one another, with their bare hands, they would tear limb from limb.
Inside the World Council,”Order! Order!” the proctor did shout. But once chaos had entered the room, shouts of anger all but drowned the proctors voice out. The atheists were fuming that they had been betrayed by the practitioners of Hinduism, and felt the vote should be carried out. The sons of Abraham, finally seeing their chance for things to fall their way, over shouted the atheists, demanding that the Hindus be set free and allowed to switch alliances, since the tally had not been officially made. The Buddhist remained quiet, for they were caught in the middle of it all, not believing in a final destiny, but believing in more than just the power of any individual man. So with no way to stop the bedlam that ensued inside council chambers, the proctor ordered the monitors on and for the first time since they had been closed in, the world leaders, spiritual healers and scientist of the world, took witness and paused for a moment, as the screens told the story of the war their worlds were now engulfed in.
In Pyongyang, North Korea, the soldiers marched into the square where the people had come from hiding, deciding to take a stance. But without weapons or a leader or a strike force of any kind, they stood no chance in combat against any army, especially one this fierce that was use to war against its own people. But the citizens kept arriving, by the millions the crowd would swell, and the army called for back ups with their guns in position to blow its very own people off the face of mother earth.
With no planned resistance or ability to fight. With no mass training or history to draw on. The elders of the people knew they stood of little chance and had only one weapon to call upon, and even that was untested but it was their only fighting chance. So they dropped to their knees, remembering how to pray. Most in the crowd had never heard of this, but mimicked the leaders anyway. And as the army approached, they had but one choice, either surrender to God’s will or slaughter the lambs right on the very spot.
In Detroit Michigan, Mattie and Frances stared one another down. The gunshots were now closer and the screams drowned all the silence out. Detroit had become a dangerous city, so all were accustomed to carrying arms, and when Mattie reached for her handbag, Frances did the same, and in seconds, both flashed their guns, both taking dead aim. Hands on the trigger, eyes on the prize, the Christian stared down the Muslim and Muslim did the same in return. Beads of sweat rolled down their foreheads, itchy fingers caressed their weapons. So much hate in their hearts, but neither questioned why. So much fear in their presence, yet neither had ever given the other reason to fear, hate or loathe for they only exchanged love for thirty years of their life. But their religion had become more important than the love their religion preached. It did not matter that God and Allah were a direct translation of words for Him. That belief and faith and free will and destiny were all a part of how they both did pray. All that mattered was they called him different things, and were now prepared to die for a religion that did not ask them to die in either name.
Below ground, in One World, they had to let the World Council know, of the society that lived beneath them and how they had achieved a lasting peace. They had to convince the world that it could survive under one religion, by allowing each to worship as they may, and no one would know the difference. It had worked for One World for hundreds of years, and was certain their plan could be emulated in a way that could prevent world war. But with reports coming in from all over of the intensifying of the fighting above ground, the elders of One World knew it would not be long before the destruction of the world above would send the religious right scrambling underground. So this time the elders prepared for a mission in the world above, knowing that if they failed, this mission could be the end of One World’s lasting peace.
On October 13, 1917 near Fatima, Portugal, after a sudden downfall, the dark clouds broke and the sun appeared as an opaque spinning disc in the sky. Less bright than usual, the sun cast multicolored lights across the landscape, the people and the surrounding clouds. Then, without warning, the sun began to careen toward the earth in a zig-zag pattern, and when it stopped, all who were wet from the storm, were now suddenly and completely dry. The apparition was predicted by three children who reported months earlier that the Blessed Virgin Mary appeared before them, and would cause a miracle for all to see, so that all would believe. As many as 100,000 people lay claim to have witnessed said miracle and 17 years later to the day, the Catholic Church would officially declare the site near Fatima, a miracle of the world.
All around the globe, the fighting had begun with the annihilation of the human race at stake. The peace process had broken down, and every man, woman and child fought for their right to believe. Fought for their right to determine their own destiny. And in the only place on God’s green earth were religion was not practiced on some level, the North Koreans continued to bow their head in prayer. When the army had finally approached, weapons drawn and ready to fulfill the destiny of their Dear Leader, something overcame the soldiers, who one by one dropped their weapons and joined their brothers and sisters in prayer. They did not pray to God or Allah or chant in the name of Buddha or some Hindu God. They worshiped no man or no particular belief. But prayed to an unknown being, united together in a unknown faith.
The elders of One World, now above ground and pushing their way inside of the World Council whose doors were guarded no more. The proctor ordered all screens to be shutdown, except for the one of North Korea, as the world looked toward the prodigal child in amazement, bewildered at what was shown. Oblivious to the outside world, as they had always been, the North Koreans heads remained bowed, and they continued in prayer, for what they had no real idea. But for the first time since the family had overtaken the land, the people had hope of a new day and a new era and a sense of salvation they had found right here on planet earth.
A special thanks to Eric J Steere for his contribution in Book III. A welcome to all readers to leave comments just remember this is a forum of peace.