Constance Caraway P.I. ~ Episode 121

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Constance Caraway P.I. ~ Episode 121

…at least the spy can jettison the two Vatican and Hades of his five aliases. “The Rogue” – Jesse James – Daniels will carry on…

Pentateuch ponders his shrinking prospects.

“Establishing a strategic base with both the requisite temperature control and placementDark Ages-001 near an iconic religious confluence is critical, Cephus. Find me another one before the day is out.” Because of the eternal heat of his primary dwelling place, where this fallen angel must spend the majority of his time in the company of dead non-believers, he has found it necessary to regenerate his countenance in a refrigerated environment while spending time “above” the Lake of Fire. “I have had that building since before my faithful servant Petrarch’s corruption had to give way to that tepid reawakening movement. I so long for another dark age! ”

The age of forgetfulness was a fertile playground for nearly a millennium. He attempts to add a historical frame for his cause, into the soul of Cephus, his double-dealing doer are dark deeds.

And Pentateuch has a singular way of summoning his subjects, lacking the omnipotence of the Divine One. It is definitely off-worldly and without a physics elucidation, and can be directed at a single person; the intended target hears things that are inaudible to everyone else.

Daniels/Spencer/Cephus has that exclusive receptor and though it startles him every time, he generally responds, in accordance to his nefarious duties. Considering the recent setbacks suffered by his current manic manager, Agent Daniels has been removed from his “Spencer/Cephus” umbrellas byconspiracy the CIA home office, in a preemptive attempt to save him from harm. They cannot remove any telepathic traces that remain, but at least he can jettison the two Vatican and Hades of his five aliases. “The Rogue” – Jesse James – Daniels will carry on.

The Dark Deceptor seeks to regroup, calling out to his now vacated assistant, but no one is home. Daniels girds himself, while aftershocks are being felt around the world, even in places without major continental faults; Geiger Counters chatter in the wake of a big planetary belch.


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Constance Caraway P.I. ~ Episode 101

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Constance Caraway P.I. ~ Episode 101

…we can call it the Church of Spiritual Engineering

“I have decided to start my own church,” Pentateuch comes to the realization that people long for a place where like-minds gather, as he thinks to himself. The Christian movements seem to have a church on about every block for the sole purpose of honoring their God, so why not spawn a self-affirming organization to serve those who worship nothing but themselves. This is the originating rationale he uses as a foundation for his newest plan.

Jealous and in desperate need of atheist reinforcement, he has targeted the perfect front man for that church and he appears to him at the Laguna Beach Yacht Club, where the man is working just to stay afloat, so-to-speak. Pentateuch passes himself off as a wealthy business-type, an alleged follower of this cult-ish personality, expounding on that very subject of founding that existential church, “You are just the man to give the people what they long for… a church that only makes them feel good.”

“I have wanted to do that for years, but lack universal support,”

“I know,” confirms Pentateuch to the man seated across from him, one Langston Richard Cannon, whom he has been keeping track of ever since the man wrote what he called “THE book” and then throughout his failed military career; an ongoing string of disappointments. They had an encounter during his Navy days in that Great War, but Cannon was so myopic that he did not realize that he had met the devil, yet he impressed the Dark Deceptor with his delusional ways of viewing the world. “You need a proper platform from which to spread your revolutionary ideas.”

dianetics“You must be familiar with what I call Dianetics. I am sorry; did I get your name?”

“Winters, P. Joseph Winters and I am impressed with your vision.”

“Some are calling it sacrilegious, but I call it a milestone for man, comparable to the discovery of fire and superior to the invention of the wheel. My new book is selling thousands of copies a week, but there are still those that doubt.”

“With my help, we can start a church for your followers; we can call it The Church of Spiritual Engineering.”

“Brilliant, that is close to what I was thinking: Church of Scientology, but we can go with yours to start out.” He likes that Winters/Pentateuch is eating his stuff up. “The human brain records every experience and event, even when unconscious. I can clear away the bad and painful ones by a process I call “auditing”, thus freeing the mind to attain higher IQs and enhanced memorization.”

“And what is your opinion on the position of the so-called Christian churches?”

“Are you talking about God? What utter nonsense and waste of a perfectly good life!  L. Dick Cannon, will free them from that form of spiritual slavery.”

“Perfect,” the Great Deception adds another living statue to his hall-of-shame.


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Constance Caraway P.I. ~ Episode 70

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Constance Caraway P.I. ~ Episode 70

…Speak of the Devil…

“Why do I have this atrocious feeling that this Libby situation is not finished?” Pentateuch, the merchant of immorality, has been fighting an eternal battle, the battle for a world filled with unbelievers. The denial of God’s existence is almost secondary to his other mission: ‘If mankind does not believe that I (the devil & his minions) is real and walking among them, they a like ripe fruit from low hanging branches.’ “You tell me he has died, froze to death, instead of being locked away?”

“We didn’t think he would be exposed to the cold for so long,” Canisso proves just how imperfect evil can be.

“Do you not think the Divine One will seek to avenge this innocent man’s death? This wasn’t just an ordinary human, Canisso, he was about to tell the world that they have been lied to, the fraud of all time. After all, what is ten billion years among friends? To those of us who are ceaseless, the passing of time is of little matter, a million, so what. But to a human, it is maybe 70 years, most of which is spent clinging to their precious life.

“And up until now, they have been properly bamboozled, choosing to believe their flawed science, rather than the Word of the God who made them.”

“God made us too, Master.”

Upon reflecting on that not small fact, Pentateuch reverts to his defiant nature, “We were His Angels also Canisso, but we seized the power to be His equal, while the others chose to hang around and worship Him.

“The meek shall not inherit the Earth if I have anything to do with it.”

What a bold stance to take, be it brave or delusional.

“Who among “them” would be willing to sell their soul Canisso?” the Dark Deceptor refers to that pesky CCPI bunch, which has not gone away. “One of them must lust after money, power, ecstasy, something.”

“That cabbie Eddie sure would like to be some sort of hero or famous or both.”

If any one of them can be had, Pentateuch will test them, tempt them, take them for his own.


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Birds of a Feather (Start Ch 11)

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Birds Of A Feather

Chapter Eleven

MANEUVERS

 

Every war is won or lost by first fighting battles; sneak attacks, ambushes or crusades, campaigns. And depending on which side you are on, sometimes it doesn’t feel very good.

Now for Pentateuch, it is one thing to be put in his place by the Divine One, Canisso’s untimely demise being an example. It is something that he has had to accept as a precondition for his status as chief Earthly foil. But to have been pricked in the side by mere humans, as is the case with the recent loss of his handy habitation in Rome, is utterly unacceptable.

What puzzles him the most is how those pesky gnats were able to locate his papal perch in the first place. It is not like he is the owner of a worldwide franchise: a SATAN’S PLACE sign hanging on the front of each of his lairs.

Being known, unwelcome byproduct of his infamous misdeeds, is not a situation that he is comfortable with. The fewer human beings who see him as real the better; he can prowl and devour much easier with mass ignorance.

The other nagging issue is, if he has squashed the threat to his Great Deception, then why it feels like the battle continues to rage on is a mystery, even to his darkened doorsteps.

He really misses that Canisso guy, having had good confidence in the area of creature loyalty. He is not the first company casualty in the course of human history, of those devoted to Pentateuch, but as it applies to the Great Deception, there is no replacing Canisso.

Come to think of it, most of his current problems seem to revolve around the proximity or lack of said and the one named Cephus. The Divine One didn’t strike him down at Tolentine like He did Canisso, nor was Cephus at Via Catone the night of the annihilation as he was expected to be.

“Establishing a strategic base with both the requisite temperature control and placement near religious confluence is critical, Cephus. Find me another one before the day is out.” Because of the eternal heat of his primary dwelling place, where this fallen angel must spend the majority of his time in the company of dead non-believers, he has found it necessary to regenerate his countenance in a refrigerated environment while spending time “above” the Lake of Fire. “I have had that building since before my faithful Petrarch’s corruption had to give way to that tepid reawakening. I so long for another dark age! ” The age of forgetfulness was a fertile playground for nearly a millennium. He attempts to add a historical frame for his cause, into the soul of Cephus.

And Pentateuch has a singular way of summoning his subjects, lacking the omnipotence of the Divine One. It is definitely off-worldly and without a physics elucidation, and can be directed at a single person; hearing things that are inaudible to everyone else.

Daniels/Spencer/Cephus has that exclusive receptor and though it startles him every time, he generally responds, in accordance to his nefarious duties. Considering the recent setbacks suffered by his current manic manager, James/Daniels has been removed from his “Spencer/Cephus” cloak by the home office, in a preemptive attempt to save him from harm. They cannot remove any telepathic traces that remain, but he can jettison three of his five names, “The Rogue” expiring along with his Vatican and Hades tags.

The Dark Deceptor is calling, but no one is home. Daniels girds himself, while aftershocks are being felt around the world, even in places without continental faults; Geiger Counters chatter in the wake of a big planetary belch.

Possessive to the core and persistent to a (with) fault, Pentateuch reaches out to his new favorite mischief-maker Langston Cannon. Considered a charlatan and a madman by his critics, this inspired individual has begun to express himself in print. He has left his mark in the genre named Science Fiction, but that is fiction is the purest sense. He wants to be recognized as a pioneer in real science and in his book Dianetics: The Modern Science of Mental Health he steps into the burgeoning field of “self help” literature.

The Church Of Spiritual Engineering that Pentateuch has suggested and the Scientology vision of L. Dick Cannon both remove Christianity from the equation, which is an ideal platform for agnostic perpetuation.

Individuals with demagogic-al tendencies are especially susceptible to suggestion and Pentateuch is well aware of this man’s aspirations and the need for publicity. Without proper publicity, idealistic materials can die on the vine. One useful tool that is ready to be availed, in the toolbox of trouble, is Hollywood. They need a popular medium to offset all the negative pushback from medical professionals. If they can recruit and educate a movie star to publicly endorse Cannon’s imaginary “engrams” or the “auditing” that cures people of all negative experiences, they can gain a lasting foothold in society.

The Dark Deceptor has appeared to Cannon before, using his most clever human recruitment guise, the appearance of the corporate executive D. Joseph.

“I have arranged for your book to be placed in the view of several actors in Hollywood and one in particular, Orson Wells. He seems to be curious about your theories.”

“Oh yes, Macbeth is masterful, a delicious cross between Wuthering Heights and Frankenstein, love his work. I saw his Dr. Faustus in New York back in ’37 I believe. The ol’ devil would be proud!”

‘Foolish blind stupid human,’ inaudible mutterings.

“He had a difficult childhood, an alcoholic father and mother who died when he was only a boy.”

“That is a perfect candidate for an auditing. He can be rid of all that negativity and I will lead him to see the light.”

“Excellent. I will be monitoring your progress.”

Neither would Cannon understand why he needs to be watched or what role Winters might play in his church.

“Do you have a telephone where you can be reached?”

“I will find you,” unwise, sightless, and dense.

“I have  chosen to give Satan a platform to push a fictional agenda. But what God does (in this book) with a few short sentences, Pentateuch takes pages + he requires the help of Earthly minions, instead of Angels.”

Gwenny