Authors: Russ Scalzo
The sun was nearly done
for the day and darkness was slowly taking over the night when Jack pulled up
in front of the Oslow House. He turned off the car, sat there for a moment,
and said a silent prayer. He opened up his Bible to a chapter he knew well, 2
Corinthians 10, and read verses three and four out loud.
“For though we live in
the world, we do not wage war as the world does. The weapons we fight with are
not the weapons of the world. On the contrary, the weapons we have been given
have divine power to demolish strongholds.”
Jack knew this was a
major stronghold that needed to be torn down and destroyed. It had cost two
very foolish people and one naive and rebellious young man their lives. Jack
also knew that the influence of this kind of evil was not limited to this one
house, but was affecting the whole town. Strengthened by his faith and the
gifts God had given him, he opened the car door and headed for the front door.
He slowly pushed the
heavy wooden door open and walked in. Looking around, he could now sense a cold
dampness emulating from the stairway to the second floor. He knew he didn’t
have to find the demon because the foul creature would come to him.
Suddenly, he heard a
loud anguishing scream and then, there it was. It was ten feet in front of him
hovering over the lower landing of the stairway. Jack could feel a new strength
coming over him - one he had come to rely on and expect. The demon’s eyes
glowed a reddish orange and, rearing back its head and opening its mouth wider
than what seemed possible, it let out an awful sound that started out low and
deep, and ascended to a high pitch squeal that nearly broke what was left of
the glass panes in the windows. The sound even shook the pictures left hanging
on the wall. Jack knew it would do all it could to strike fear into his heart,
hoping it would overwhelm and paralyze him, preventing him from completing his
mission.
Finally it spoke. “Jack
Bennett! This is MY home. I was invited here and here is where I’m going to
stay! You can’t move me. I’m not like the others you have dealt with. I am a
prince. I have dominion in this area.”
Jack suddenly felt a
new presence enter the room. It was strong and powerful and it was growing
stronger by the second. Feeling his faith rise up, Jack gathered himself with
renewed confidence, stood firm, and declared, “I did not come here in my own
strength and I did not come here to talk, but to remove you from this place. In
the name of Jesus the Christ, the son of the living God, I bind your power and
the Lord Himself casts you from this place. Be gone from here!”
At that, the demon let out
a howl, the likes of which Jack had never heard before. It swirled around the
room, stopped right in front of him- mere inches from his face, let out an even
louder roar, shot up through the ceiling, and was gone.
Jack stood in the
middle of the room, now in complete silence and all alone. He wasted no time in
getting out of the house. His job was done. As soon as he got back in his car,
he broke out into a cold sweat. Taking a deep breath, he popped in a CD of his
favorite rockin’ worship music, cranked it up and shouted, “Thank you Jesus!
You are faithful and true!”
Jack knew in his heart
this was going to be a long fight, but for now he rested in the peace and power
of his God, and that was as sweet as it gets.
Springtime in
Washington D.C. is always beautiful, especially with
the National Cherry Blossom Festival, a tradition that
showcases the beautiful
gift of 3,000 cherry
trees
the city of Tokyo gave to the nation’s
capitol. It is also the time when a secret society, The Sons of Nimrod, come
together for their annual meeting. D.C. was always jammed with visitors this
time of year
,
making it the perfect time for some high profile individuals to fly in for a
quiet, clandestine meeting.
The
Hotel Palomar w
as a
six-minute
walk from the Dupont Circle Metro S
tation, and about two miles from the National Mall. It
was the place where the society liked to meet. It had every amenity including a
private conference room
that fit their purposes
to a T
.
Outside,
in front of the hotel, a long black limousine pulled up. One door on each side
of the limo opened and two large men dressed in black suits got out. They were
typical federal agent types, the kind that looked like they could handle any
situation that might come up. They quickly scanned the area, opened the doors
,
and two well dressed
men got out. The two agents escorted them through the front doors of The Hotel
Palomar.
Senators
Ray Hollson and George R. Wellsenburg made their way through the lobby
,
giving no notice to
the beautiful artwork displayed on nearly every wall of the Palomar’s lobby. At
forty-
eight, Hollson was the
younger of the two,
whereas
Wellsenburg was a seasoned politician of nearly s
ixty-
one. Turning left
,
they walked through
double doors and then
proceeded
down the hall to the boardroom. Senator Wellsenburg was the
last to enter. He gave each man a few last minute instructions, then went in
and shut the door behind him. After a few cordial greetings, Wellsenburg
addressed the group.
“Gentlemen,
it is good to see all of you here today for our annual meeting. It is also my
pleasure to welcome two new members to the society. Richard Donlum
, vice p
resident of Donlum
Aircraft and Roger Stillerman, CEO of Spacetech. Both are major financial
contributors to our cause. Let us begin with a reminder of our purpose and why
we are gathered here. We are the Sons of Nimrod, a secret organization purposed
to eliminate God from our government and from our country.”
Senator
Wellsenburg paused to take a sip of water and then continued, “
Our p
resident promised us
whe
n he took office that he would ‘
fundamentally transform the United States.
’
We could not have
anticipated that the extreme transformation would be so swift. I’m sure we all
feel a great deal of satisfaction knowing that we are very close to
transforming America into a totally secular land where religion is permitted
only within the walls of a church or house, and is banned in every public
place, public gathering
,
and public school. We must continue to force religious
worship behind closed doors and eventually eliminate it altogether.”
At
that, all in the room applauded vigorously.
Wellsenburg
smiled and said, “Senator Ray Hollson will now bring us up to date on our
accomplishments.”
Senator
Ray Hollson pulled a file from his briefcase and set it on the table.
“Good
evening, gentlemen. We have accomplished much in the last few years. I will
only give you the highlights for now, but after dinner you will all be provided
with a copy of the entire brief.”
Wellsenburg
gave him a nod and he began.
“Since
we were able to remove prayer
from public schools
on June 25, l962, we have made some modest gains.
However, now we are moving quickly and decisively to eliminate the phrase ‘In
God We Trust’ on our currency and to remove all Bible references from all
public and government buildings.
“
In February 2009, we eliminated the conscience protections
that allowed pro-life Christian doctors and nurses in federally funded
hospitals to opt out of performing abortions and other procedures they consider
immoral.
“We are moving forward
to remove the phrase ‘endowed by their Creator’ from the Declaration of
Independence. We continue to follow the lead of our president who, as our
example, has omitted it on at least seven occasions
.
“
On February 2012, the Air Force removed the Latin word for
God,
Dei
, from
the logo of the Rapid Capabilities Office, and also removed the Latin motto
which means
‘
doing
God’s work with other pe
ople’s money.’
The new logo reads,
‘
doing miracles with other people’s money.
’
This is a small step,
but is a step in the right direction nonetheless.
“
We need your continu
ed
help in our fight to remove ‘In God We Trust’
from our currency. After all, who is this so called God and why should we trust
him?”
Once
again, all in attendance responded with rousing applause.
The
senator continued, “Finally we are always endeavoring to support and appoint
judges that will propagate our ideals and vision. Thank you.”
Senator
Wellsenburg stood up and addressed the group.
“Before
we enjoy a wonderful dinner, I have asked Dante Adal to give us a few moments.
He has some very interesting insight on what might be holding us back and how
we can attain even greater success.”
Dante
Adal was sitting in the far corner and was dressed impeccably. He was a tall
lean man that few knew well. He joined the society a few years ago and, over
that time, had provided more funds for the cause than anyone else. He was a
successful businessman from southern California with what seemed to be a
mysteriously vague history, but
they welcomed h
im
with open arms once they
heard
him speak. Those in attendance
that day said there was something mystical and mesmerizing about him. Some even
used the word spellbinding.
Senator
Wellsenburg instantly became Dante’s biggest
fan. He even went as far as to suggest that he consider running for office.
Someone with that kind of ability to influence would be invaluable to the
society. The good senator also
,
consequently
,
began to enjoy a rise in his stock investments and other
holdings since he became involved with Mr. Ada
l.
His holdings now nearly riva
led Senator John
Kerry’s $240 million. Then there were the many meetings aboard Dante’s private
jet that had mysteriously gone unnoticed by some on Capitol Hill. Others
,
who may have noticed
,
had chosen to remain
silent. Mr. Dante Adal was very influential indeed.
Dante
got up and walked slowly and confidently to the small podium in front of the
room. Wellsenburg shook his hand and Dante turned to speak.
“My
fellow Sons of Nimrod. I appreciate the opportunity to speak with you tonight.
There is an element that would desire for us to fail in our endeavors and that
would rejoice to see our society abolished. This element of which I speak, you
know all too well. They are the so-called evangelical Christians. I speak
tonight of a certain sect of that movement that feel they have been given
powers by their God to oppose us and destroy our mission.”
Dante
took a moment to look around the room, his piercing eyes absorbing it all
completely. What he saw pleased him. All eyes were fixed on him in anticipation
of what he was going to say next.
He
continued, “As some of you know, I have certain gifts and abilities that enable
me to sense when these things are taking place. It is a growing concern of mine
and I feel we need to act now. I have a plan that will strike fear into their
hearts and will discourage them from ever getting in our way again. Senator
Wellsenburg invited me to share that plan with you tonight and request your
permission to begin.”
By
now, every person in the room was completely engrossed in Dante’s words. Dante
glanced at Wellsenburg for fina
l approval and
began to detail
his plan.
“There
are others like me who have similar and even greater abilities. On my order
they will hunt down and, shall we say, discourage our opposition. Due to their
covert nature, they are able to operate in complete darkness
,
leaving no trace or
trail that would lead anyone back to this organization.”
Roger
Greystone
,
a long time member and celebrated Free Thinker
,
raised his right hand slightly and caught Dante’s attention.
Greystone was a formidable opponent by human standards, but he had no idea who
or what he was dealing with this time.
“Who
are these people you are talking about? What kind of experience do they have
and what assurances do we have that this won’t blow up in our faces?”
Dante
’s
face became stern and
his eyes widened. He did not appreciate Greystone’s question and would have
loved to make an example of him right then and there. Just as he was getting
ready to speak, Wellsenburg stood to his feet and quickly said, “I can
personally vouch for all Mr. Adal is saying. His associates are more than
capable.”
Dante’s
demeanor slowly changed back to normal. Collecting himself, he added, “I
understand your apprehension Mr. Greystone, but as the Senator stated, my
associates can handle any situation that might arise. They have been doing this
for, let’s say,” he paused and a slight smile came across his face, “forever.”
Greystone
still wasn’t satisfied. “With all due respect to the senator, I would like to
know more details about this plan. How is this going to be accomplished? What
type of discouragement are we talking about? You used the term
‘
hunt down
.’
That hardly sounds
like harassment or discouragement. To me it sounds a bit more like
assassination. What are we getting ourselves into here?”
There
were some in the room who
would swear
they saw Dante’s eyes turn an eerie, orangey red, but it was
so fleeting that each dismissed it as a possible reflection from the lights
above the table. Dante put both of his hands flat down on the table and leaned
forward towards Greystone.
“Some
things are better left unsaid
, d
on’t you think, Mr. Greystone? However, you s
eem to have many questions
the
others do not have
,
so maybe we should meet one on one after the meeting and I
will endeavor to answer your questions.”
Senator
Hollson knew, or thought he knew, what Dante was capable of so he quickly stood
up, walked over to the lectern, shook his hand and said, “Thank you, Dante.”
Lookin
g around the room he asked, “Are
there any more questions or discussion
points
?” Waiting a few
seconds, Hollson continued, “Is there a motion to take a vote?”
Two
hands went up. “Okay, we have a motion and a second. By a show of hands, how
many vote to move forward with Mr. Adal’s plan of action?”
Greystone
looked around the room. All hands were up, so he reluctantly joined the others.
“By
the raising of hands the vote of the society is unanimous. The motion is
approved. Well done! I am sure we are all ready for some dinner, so let’s enjoy
the rest of the night.”
Senator
Wellsenburg turned to Dante, “When will you contact your people?”
Dante
looked over at him and said. “It’s already done.”