Constance Caraway P.I. ~ Episode 236

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Constance Caraway P.I. ~ Episode 236

…Ace Bannion saw white blobs, the others saw them for what they are…

Across the way, seated in the stands along the 3rd base line at Comiskey Park, Constance, Fanny, Daniels and Ace discuss what the tangible results of this spectacle are.

“Here’s what I think Connie,” injects the man (Daniels) who best understands the role that Pentateuch has played in all this. “If you notice, the bread crumbled away and the wine was turned into water. Penty had poisoned both, and was going to execute everyone with Communion. God did His thing while he prepared that blackout, which by the way, was not just at the park or the city, not even the US, but the world. When we angel2got power back here, so did everyone else on the planet; TV’s and all.”

“What were those 3 white blobs we saw around?” the burning question of this fleeting day.

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“I don’t think Angels appreciate being called blobs, Ace. God uses them to carry out His bidding on Earth. Now I hardly know them on a first name basis, but I’m pretty sure that MICHAEL was in charge of this one. And from what I’ve seen out at Tolentine, GABRIEL probably zapped Canisso (Vincent Wolfgram), so he was in on this and RAPHAEL may have been here to help some of those people who gobbled Communion down before they were supposed to.”

Ace Bannion saw blobs, the others saw them for what they are.

“See, Ace buddy, it pays to listen to instructions,” Constance never passes up the chance to train her companions. Tragically, several dozen people, mostly those with predisposed physical problems (or it was just their time), died eating Penty’s poisoned portions. “They were told to wait but they figured, ‘it can’t hurt to eat this stuff now’?”

Many of the BGCPGCCR attendees were seekers, new to the rituals of religion.


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Constance Caraway P.I ~Episode 233

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Constance Caraway P.I ~Episode 233

…”In the name of Jesus Christ, be gone Satan, you are hereby banished to the Lake of Fire”…

*MICHAEL *, *RAPHAEL*, and *GABRIEL* are bathed in the white light of The Almighty. The strong voice of God bellows down in transforming greatness: “Rest easy my Children.”

And rest they do…

…After interminable length time, could be seconds, minutes or a blink of a Deity’s eye, the communicants roust from that suspended state in perfect health.

There are some who are suffering from a manner of gastronomical distress. Dotted throughout, evenly distributed, are those ill-fated souls who did not heed Billy Graham’s instructions to wait for corporate consumption… their reward for impatience?

The poison meant for the entire 45K.

Emergency medical teams tend to as many as they can, with little success; the survival of the unfortunate 1% will depend on their general health and fitness. 500 are down and going downer.

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Reverend Graham can barely grasp what is transpiring around him, hardly conceiving what to say or do. He is standing on the stage, praying his heart out to God, which his absolute best default stance to take in trying times.

Shaft_of_lightAs three shafts of light hover above, like the guardian warriors that they are, the display case containing the sacred document, retrieved from Danforth Lodge, shatters into a million pieces.

While Billy Graham still prayed with arms reaching high, the divine parchment takes its place in his human hands. But unlike other times, when it was handled, it is unfurled and a foreign tone of voice burst forth from the preacher: “Be quiet! Come out of them! In the name of Jesus Christ, be gone Satan. Your time in this place has come to an end! You are hereby banished to the Lake of Fire!” (English translation)

With ghastly shrieks, evil spirits come out of many, to the amazement of all.—

–Just as that ancient language is spoken, the human form P. Joseph Winters dissolves to black dust, leaving behind the grotesque image of a shrinking Satan being sucked through a chasm into the yawning abyss that is hell.


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Constance Caraway P.I. ~ Episode 218

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Constance Caraway P.I. ~ Episode 218

…Whack, just like that… I like whack, whack is a good word…

Back where all the Holy Rollin’ action is going to take place, Comiskey Park home of white soxthe Chicago White Sox American League Baseball Team, the team is on a road trip after opening the season on April 17th against the Saint Louis Browns. They have started well, 5-1, considering they finished with a 60-94-2 record in the 1950 season and 38 games behind the dreaded Yankees. But hope springs eternal with each new season. Surely Nellie Fox and Minnie Minoso will lead them to the World Series; surely.

Even more surely, is the fact that the baseball facility must get prepared for a good old-fashioned bible meeting from the right Reverend Billy Graham.

“I’m here to deliver the wine,” a burly man wearing a Wirtz Beverage shirt pulls up the rolling rear door of his delivery truck, revealing not a bottle or two of wine, but 6-55 gallon oak barrels of ceremonial spirits. He muscles the vats onto the loading dock, with the aid of a barrel-mover, an ingenious dolly invented by someone with a bad back, brought on my muscling wine and beer barrels by hand.

“How do we get the wine out of these things?” asks vending captain Joseph Winters looking at the barrels like they are a big mystery. (Note to the wise: They don’t serve wine in hell)

The expert in potable alcohol produces six spigots and a wooden mallet. “Do you see this cork here on the bottom? All you do is position the spout in front of it and give it a steady whack and bam it pushes in the cork and takes its place, 1-2-3.”

“Whack, just like that… I like whack, whack is a good word.”

“I’m not telling you what to do, but if you put the wine into smaller containers, like milk pitchers, it will make it easier to dispense.”

“Yes, we want to make sure everyone gets a good sip! You never know, it may be their last.”

The delivery guy thinks to himself, ‘A little wine won’t kill anyone.’


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