Constance Caraway P.I. ~ Episode 232

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Constance Caraway P.I. ~ Episode 232

…Dressed in clean, shining linen, with golden sashes around their chests, the three Angels of God spread their wings…

Communion has been distributed among the eager faithful (and those new this Jesus thing).

Suddenly and without notice the stadium turns pitch black. Just as Graham is about to raise his arms skyward, lifting the bread and wine that represents the body and blood of Jesus Christ, the fleeting daylight is not enough for anyone to see their hand in front of their face. The crusade crowd is at first silent, then building to a dull roar. Despite the frightening happenings, there is no panic.

This seemingly theatrical move was not in the script. Young Goldwyn likes theatrics, just do not mess with his lighting, “Do we still have our network link?” His cameras are rolling, despite the apparent lack of power.

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There are three iridescent figures standing (or floating), one each at the end of the right and left field upper grandstands and one behind home plate, at the same level about 50 feet in the air.

If there weren’t such confusion, someone other than Billy Graham may have identified the figures as real Heavenly Hosts, instead of ghostly spirits.

Dressed in clean, shining linen, with golden sashes around their chests, the three Angels of God spread the wings on their arms and the wings on their feet, outward nearly touching at the epicenter of the gathering. Together, in unison they shout in glorious voice: “Holy, Holy, Holy is the Lord of Hosts.”

At this point of Earth’s geography and specific moment in the Year of Our Lord 1951, the masses fall deaf and dumb, unable to hear or see.

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*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…

Continued


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Constance Caraway P.I. ~ Episode 93

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Constance Caraway P.I. ~ Episode 93

…First comes the bright flash – then a loud crack and explosive boom…

Off in the distance he can hear and feel a low rumbling, like a passing locomotive or … thunder… in winter, can it be?

He knows that he is supposed to lure Sister Mary from the Holy shield of the Tolentine multi-level interconnected roofs, so he suggests, “It’s such a pleasant day, can we catch a bit of fresh air?”

“Why certainly, Mr. Spencer, you lead the way.”

He strolls out from under the entrance overhang and close to a courtyard filled with statues, crosses and stone tablets. “Let’s go down the drive and back,” he passes the car that brought him here. It is empty. He keeps an eye out for any excuse to make the planned nun-elimination go away.

Dark clouds have been forming on the quarter mile walk down to the street, they are ominous and rolling. The warmish winds are freshening to a formidable gale, blowing Daniel’s fedora out into a nearby open slushy snow-laden field. Running out to fetch it, he catches a glimpse of a figure poised behind an arching arborvitae.

They pass by the shrubbery without incident, but Daniels still weaves forth and back, like a drunken pedestrian, to make a clear sightline difficult in expectation of a coming gunshot.

lightning“Are you all right Mr. Spencer?” if she only knew.

Instead of the bang of a gun, the blackened sky opens up to expose a white gaping hole, with a bolt of lightning streaking down from it. First comes the bright flash, and then because of the close proximity, a simultaneously loud crack and explosive boom follows, chards of soil falling back to the ground.

Both the nun and the spy cower in reaction to it. The entire event is over just as quickly and as they look up in the sky, the visage of an angel ascends through the white hole into the heavens, taking the storminess with.

Every hair on their bodies is electrified, standing straight out. Sister Mary is kneeling with arms wide open in praise, Daniels is trying to digest what he just saw. There is a smoking crater where Canisso was lurking and the smell of charred flesh.

“Let’s get back inside, quick,” he urges, not wanting a repeat of what had just happened. Mary Joseph rises from her knees hardly believing that she had seen an Angel from Heaven.

“It is done Lord,” Gabriel reports.

“I am pleased Gabriel.”


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Constance Caraway P.I. ~ Episode 83

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Constance Caraway P.I. ~ Episode 83

…In the den of the Devil…

“I want you to extricate the human Mary Joseph Franks from her lair. I believe that she is under the protection of the Divine One, which is a formidable obstacle. And as she has already made Canisso’s acquaintance, I need some other human for the intervention.”

Agent Daniels does his best rope-a-dope. “Tell me where she is and I will have her here in two days.”

“No need, get her out of that convent-monastery-whatever and I will do the rest. Canisso will be assisting you.”

“I prefer to work alone.”

“Canisso will take you there.”

He can tell that his loyalty is being tested. ‘This is hardcore stuff,’ he thinks to himself. “I will do so.”

“Yes you will and your ascension inside World Agnostica is on the line.”

As if Daniels doesn’t have enough jobs as it is, now he is being pressured into an unthinkable act against an undeserving victim.

… Meanwhile in the Heavenlies…

“One of my faithful servants is in dire need of an intercession, Gabriel.”

The Angel Gabriel is the Divine One’s go-to seraphim in matters of greatest consequence. He hears his Lord’s petition and responds, “I am here Lord.”

“My daughter Mary Joseph is a target of the Evil one. Provide her the protection she needs.”

“It will be done,” Gabriel responds now filled with the earthly details.

… Back in the Chicago-lies…

Twenty miles north of Sister Mary Joseph, Constance and Fanny are helping Martin with getting Willard Libby back into working order. There are more than a few frayed circuit wires and burned out vacuum tubes about his jumbled head. As work canAgeOfEarth be the best therapy, so does Libby guide Martin through the cherished details of his, still to be revealed to the world, discovery that the actual age of Planet Earth is in the geophysical neighborhood of twenty thousand years, not the 4.5 to 5 billion year range that is broadly accepted.


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