Constance Caraway P.I. ~ Episode 190

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Constance Caraway P.I. ~ Episode 190

…Like an uncoordinated symphony conductor, the Dark One sends out his legions, for his version of midnight madness…

Unwilling to take this whole revival thing sitting down, Pentateuch has arranged for a not-so-special reward for anyone attending the Graham meetings. His has amassed every available demonic spirit for the purpose of polluting any feel-good images that they have taken home with them.

  • Traffic tie-ups for travelers w/flash freezing fog to make roadways impassable
  • Grotesque nightmares for those newly inspired dreamers, the ones able to fall asleep
  • Misbehaving pets and children to greet them – diversionary domestic derailleur(s)
  • Grumbling religious doubters at every turn, stealing the joy from their mass evangelical experience
  • Widespread machine malfunctions: fridges, stoves, laundry rebelling at every attempted use

Like an uncoordinated symphony conductor, the Dark One sends out his legions, for his version of midnight madness.

And not everyone receives the same exact mischief.

Some, like the Libbyites, are spared any logistic inconvenience on the way home that night, but not the subconscious discord.

There are the already irretrievably lost, those who have unwittingly subscribed to Satan’s temptations with no enhancement necessary.

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In fact, the next day, a city wide blackout results from a balky Commonwealth Edison power grid; shared funkiness for the rest of Chicagoland.

But Pentateuch is allowed but a brief 24 hours, one day to do his best damage, allowed being the keyword.  Divine intervention will cap the harm at a mischievously low level.


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Constance Caraway P.I. ~ Episode 185

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Constance Caraway P.I. ~ Episode 185

…Pentateuch has been crossed and triple-crossed, with a double cherry on top…

There can be heard a mighty roar from out the Lake of Fire, the whole Earth growlsRed from within.

What could trigger such a geophysical belch? “WILLARD LIBBY IS ALIVE!” not a rejoicing regurgitation from Pentateuch.

Since, from the earliest reports at Elgin State Hospital, when he learned of Willard Libby’s unintended, but accepted death, the Dark One has been kept in the dark. There is not a sorer loser, on Earth or below, that exists. It may be, that the short phrase ‘seeing red’, was coined in 1951.

Suddenly Forever Mastadon and World Agnostica Unlimited are rendered meaningless. All the earthly co conspirators, like the Justice Department a.k.a. the FBI, Canisso and his thugs, McGraw-Hill Publishing, L. Dick Cannon or the newest saboteurs from the CAA, they all can go their merry way, quite possibly reuniting in hell.

“Losers be damned every one of them! I’ve been duped by Cephus, whom I trusted, and a female weakling with her ragamuffin mercenaries. I knew there had to be a reason she was putting her friends in front of me, ripe for peril. WILLARD LIBBY IS ALIVE & SO IS THAT MISERABLE MARTIN KAMEN!”

And though he never truly thought that Cephus(Daniels) had perished in the Argonne fire, he could never focus on the man’s countenance enough to be sure. Even the chief demon has a fatal flaw.

The fact is: He has been crossed and triple-crossed, with a cherry on top.

betrayed

With hands lifted out, gyrating with his greatest urgency, the Dark Deceiver summons the worst of his fallen angels to come to battle. No more mister nice guy or withholding his ire about a situation from which he has lost a grip.

A war is erupting, with The Chicago Stadium as the Holy Battlefield.


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Constance Caraway P.I. ~ Episode 153

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Constance Caraway P.I. ~ Episode 153

…while standing in the parking lot of Saint Anthony’s, there  comes the sound of screeching tires…

As for Eddie Dombroski himself, he is pretty much a slave to the ventilator that keepsPopular Mechanics him breathing. Ace has brought him a Popular Mechanics magazine, which lights him up for a moment, but he definitely is not himself.

Billy Graham has summoned the hospital’s chaplain in order to bring a united spiritual front to the visit. Eddie has had his Saint Stanislaus Parish priest stop by several times, but a portable confessional is not what the man needs. Graham is a fierce prayer warrior that can save even the lost-est of lost, given the time to do so. The chaplain then will serve as spiritual reinforcement.

Eddie has related the strange dreams he was having concerning the devil and does so to this day. There is no doubt in Graham’s mind that they are in the midst of an epic battle, the Libby Affair folks are at the epicenter of Satan’s focus.

After an hour with some of his favorite people, there is renewed spring to this hospital bed. He asks about Fanny, about every ten minutes, telling Connie that he has his wife talking to Fanny every day, compared to every other week for Constance.

As they trio prepares to leave, while standing in the parking lot of Saint Anthony’s that’s not so large that you lose your car, there first comes the sound of screeching tires, a symphony of background noise of a big city.

They barely notice the commotion, when another car rushes into their isle, blocking the path of an oncoming four wheel projectile. The blocking car is t-boned, nearly causing it to roll onto its side…………..


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Constance Caraway P.I. ~ Episode 148

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Constance Caraway P.I. ~ Episode 148

… “I want you to be a part of my next crusade.” Billy Graham has his sights set on revival…

 “I want you to be a part of my next crusade.” Without concern or compunction, Billy Graham has his sights set on revival. It has been 45 years since the last “Great Awakening” and considering the troubling direction of the world, the frequency of wars, the coming age of information, moral decay, etc…, the time has come for the next such amassing of God’s people. “I am gathering the world’s most influential leaders in their fields of expertise, and not just the blatantly religious. You, Willard Libby represent perhaps the fittest example of proving the case for Christ; your Carbon-14 findings will rock secular strongholds down to the quick.”

“I am flattered that you would consider me,” Libby’s modest style is what makes him so attractive to Graham, who is not seeking grandstanders, only defenders of the Word. “You are aware that the fantastic people who are working on my behalf (and Martin) believe they are having encounters with the Devil?”

“As a matter of fact, I have spoken to most of them, the CIA guy foremost of those; and I must tell you that it makes me shudder to think how bold Satan has become. But that is what I’m talking about: the world needs to know exactly what they are up against. When asked, 99% of people on Earth don’t believe that Satan exists, which is just the way he wants it.

“And you won’t hear about this stuff on radio news broadcasts or on television either. The truth needs to be told.”

“You can count me in, though the vehicle with which I tell the world about my half-life discoveries is not what I envisioned.”

“We don’t have the plan for our lives; God is the author of the world he has created with His hands, for His great pleasure.”

“When do WE start,” he puts his arm around Martin, anxious to escape his imposed imprisonment.

“Spring is around the corner in the Northern Hemisphere and we are in the process of securing venues for the crusade. We have to expect that the Lord will be sending a million seekers our way, with the hope of attracting a billion more!”

“I am into large-scale thinking, but you best leave the Bible thumping for folks who know what they are talking about.”

“Listen and learn, my friend,” the evangelist exhorts, “your job is to bend the ears of the technological intolerant.”


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Constance Caraway P.I. ~ Episode 145

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Constance Caraway P.I. ~ Episode 145

…If nothing else, the Dark Deceiver will transform this 5046 S. Greenwood into a Halloween favorite…

The physical act of reading is such a bore. If he had not given the Libby Affair his own hands-on flair, (Pentateuch absolutely loves bringing flames with him to the surface) he wouldn’t bother thumbing through this tactile diatribe, crafted by a frail minded human lackey. The loose interpretation: stupid human fictional nonsense.

hook-line-and-sinkerBut he does rifle through the counter-Libby plunder, eating up the fact that Willard Libby’s secret has literally died on the vine. It took five deaths to reach this point, but the end result is that the Great Deception lives on. Countless generations of the world’s students will have their minds filled with evolutionary equations that include six zeroes and covert godless perceptions.

Perception comprises the majority (95%) of reality. It is that minority truth you have to watch out for. As it is with the general public so it is with The Dark Deceiver; he is swallowing the bait left at Argonne, hook, line and sinker.

5046 Greenwood

With the audacity of a victorious leader, Pentateuch has chosen a vacant home just north of the North Campus on south Greenwood Avenue, as near to the University of Chicago as he dare. The building at 5046 is huge, but it has been doomed by the quality of the neighborhood and the trail of inauspicious owners. It has been said that this particular house will always be inhabited by possessively possessed people, given to lustful power.

Pentateuch most certainly qualifies for the above, though he is unaware of how close he is to the Laboratory Schools and the basement hideaway of Martin Kamen and Willard Libby. If nothing else, the Dark Deceiver will transform this place into a Halloween favorite, if not the coldest place on the block.


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Perception is 95% of Reality

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Constance Caraway P.I. ~ Episode 140

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Constance Caraway P.I. ~ Episode 140

…Most anything can happen at a Top Secret facility and the fire chief is reminded of that. “I absolutely hate killing myself…

“My Penty?” Daniels is guilty by association. From out of a handy dandy tool belt he pulls out a powerful penlight to guide their way. “What is this place?”

Waterfall Glen

“It must be an interconnecting tunnel system. I bet it leads to a bomb shelter.”

“I guess you never know when the Soviets are going to launch a missile at a prime target.”

“Exactly. Hey, if we head this way I think we can make Waterfall Glen,” Martin beckons Daniels toward the rugged terrain beyond the Atom-smasher perimeter. After making a straight southerly line, they come to a steel door with a sign warning: “Beware of Wild Animals”. “I’ll take my chances with the carnivores; you can keep your Devil!”

The sign did not warn them that the other side of the door had a cliff-side exposure; the gully below is easily two hundred feet down. “I think we better go up,” Daniels suggests.

“Up is good.”

They scale to the top of the ridge and follow the plume of smoke and flashing lights roundabout Building Four. Kamen knows the Laboratory firefighters pretty much by name and tells the Chief what he could about the fire. He leaves Satan off of the suspect list, instead blaming it on a Bunsen-burner.

“A Bunsen-burner, isn’t that a little stereotypical?”

“Well, neither of us smokes and there wasn’t a toaster oven in there so, you bet your beaker it was an experiment gone badly.”

Back inside the charred office, Martin heads to the fireproof file cabinet. The top compartment is missing the Carbon Dating file, meaning the fire was a worthwhile consequence.

“Would you please report that there was at least one fatality in the fire…? Director Zinn will sign off on that; no names just unrecognizable bodies.” Most anything can happen at a Top Secret facility, don’t you know and the fire chief is reminded of that. “I absolutely hate killing myself.

“That means we need to get you back to the University safe house, so Penty has to look hard to find me. I think I can stay dead for 24 hours.”

“Just ask Willard; pretend dead is much more fun than the real thing.” There is a lot of that going around lately.


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Constance Caraway P.I. ~ Episode 139

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Constance Caraway P.I. ~ Episode 139

…Martin stomps his feet like he has a hot-foot, darting out to, and back from, the burning walls…

“If you don’t smell burnt flesh, you know he’s not physically present. He will know that I have left the room,”  explains a knowledgeable Agent Daniels.

“How dare you cross me”

He does in fact know they have gone, but is uncharacteristically cautious, fully aware that Cephus knows more than the average mere man.

The pair lingers away for what they thought would be an ample amount of time and return to the office to see what’s what. After unlocking the door, they enter to a room that has that signature aroma; “He” had been there.

Thinking they were in the clear turns out to be a mistake. That smell is in the present, not past, tense. The room ignites into a full-blown inferno. The bait has become the first course and is quickly reaching well-done on the culinary scale. They retreat to the only exit, but that is locked.

As they back away from the worst of the blaze, Martin remembers something Willard had told him, ‘If you come by sometime and can’t find me, check out the floor’, an odd thing to tell somebody, even a friend, on purpose.

Martin stomps his feet like he has a hot-foot, darting out to, and back from, the burning walls. He detects a hollow sound beneath once specific spot. He reaches down to peel away a melting rubber mat and in the same motion grasping a sizzling brass ring. Wouldn’t you know it? There for their most timely convenience is an underground passage. “This way, Daniels!”

Martin jumps feet first, followed closely by Agent Daniels with little delay. The temperature suddenly drops to refreshing levels.  They can see the fiery room above and hear the sirens from the Argonne Township Fire Department.

“They will have to turn the sprinklers on manually… your Penty did not miss a trick,” Martin acknowledges the crime of a well planned arson.

“My Penty?” Daniels is guilty by association. From out of a handy dandy tool belt he pulls out a powerful penlight to guide their way. “What is this place?”


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