The Soul Redeemer: From Victim to Victory (28 page)

Jake was feeling very lonely, frightened and uncertain.  "Oh Jesus," he prayed as he walked back to the house, "I need You!  Please help us!"

He didn't see Jair, who was sticking closer to him than ever before, or the reinforcements that began appearing around the house; but he did have a measure of peace that he had not felt a moment before.

PART  3

REDEMPTION

I
t was almost midnight
when Sam and Nicole landed in Washington DC at the Ronald Reagan Washington Airport and hailed a taxi.  Within fifteen minutes they were standing outside of a clean, three story white row house with a red front door in Capital Hill. 

Sam reached up to take hold of the door knocker, but then pulled his hand back.  Nicole looked to see what was stopping him.  He just shrugged and said, "Here we go.  He's a little different, but you'll be fine." 

She wondered if he was saying that for her benefit or his.  And then before he had a chance to grab the knocker, the door opened and an ancient looking man stood inside, beckoning them to enter.  He quickly closed the door behind them, then turned without a word and disappeared down the dark hallway.  Sam motioned for her to follow him.  At the end of the hall, they turned to the left and entered a room that caused Nicole to wonder if they were stepping into another era. 

Her first impression of the room was like that of the man…ancient.  There were several pieces of Queen Ann furniture, giving it an air of antiquity, and most of the walls were covered with book cases.  It seemed as if books had spilled off the bookcases and had stacked themselves in any open spot of floor available, even covering much of the Turkish rug on the floor.  She loved the musty smell of old books, and even though there was also a layer of dust, there was a faint scent of eucalyptus that seemed to hold the dusty odor in place.  Objects that spoke of world travel were tucked into little nooks, while some sat on top of books and some on shelves.  She noticed that the few paintings strategically placed around the room were landscapes, not people.  The organized clutter of the room gave it a lived in, comfortable feel. 

She suddenly noticed that there were no windows in the room, and claustrophobia fleetingly knocked at Nicole's mind, but in quick evaluation, she realized that she felt nothing evil or demonic.  In fact, she was a bit surprised to realize that she was actually feeling something unidentifiable, yet comforting.

When Nicole's eyes finally came to rest on those of the ancient man who was already sitting in a brown leather wing back chair, he motioned for them to sit on the dark leather couch opposite him.  They sat for what seemed like several long minutes as he studied Nicole without making a sound.  She wasn't sure how to respond to such scrutiny, but decided that she would not back down under his intense gaze, and so she held eye contact with him until finally, he addressed Sam without looking at him. "You brought her then." 

"Indeed I did Sir.  Permit me to introduce Nicole.  Nicole, this is Joel.  We do not often use last names," he added as an afterthought.

Nicole was again unsure how to respond and just decided to be herself.  "I'm pleased to meet you Joel.  Are you an angel?"

His eyebrows arched, his eyes begin to relax, the corners of his mouth curved upward and he began to chuckle.  "Young lady, I thank you.  I can't remember the last time I was so amused.  You are a breath of fresh air and I will call you Breeze."

Nicole heard Sam slowly release his breath.  He was nervous in the company of this man.  But she wondered if he was nervous because of her, or if he was always this way in the man's presence. 

Joel continued.  "We may not use last names; however, we do use pseudonyms.  I'll bet that Sam has not told you his," he said in a teasing tone. 

"No sir, he hasn't…unless it's Bob." 

"Well, I'm not one to let the cat out of the bag.  You'll find out soon enough, I'm sure.  As for answering your other question, let me ask one of you.  What would cause you to ask if I was an angel?  Do I appear to be that far gone and ready to leave this world?"

"Oh no sir, it's not that at all.  It's just that lately I seem to be running into a lot of them, and about the time I get used to them, they disappear.  I just thought that it would be better to know up front so that if you are an angel, then I could prepare myself, and maybe I wouldn't be so disappointed when you leave."

And then the ancient one laughed.  "You see?  I've named you correctly, Breeze.  No, I am far from being an angel.  But I am a child of God, just as I know you are as well."

Nicole nodded.  "I have another question.  May I ask it?"

"Yes, of course.  Although I can not promise to answer."

"I understand.  I sense something here, in you, and I can't quite place it.  It seems comforting and somehow familiar.  I don't know you, sir, but I know that you are a man of reputation and importance, and as such, I should be anxious or fearful.  But I'm not.  This may be presumptuous of me, but what is it that I am sensing?"

"I do not think you are being presumptuous.  Your discernment is accurate; however, I am going to allow the Holy Spirit to reveal the answer to you in His time."  He stood to his feet as if he were a man half of the age that he looked to be.  "I have been remiss in my duties as a host.  May I offer you some tea?  I don't drink coffee.  Don't even have any in the house.  But the tea is excellent."

Nicole and Sam both agreed that tea sounded good.  When Joel left the room, Sam ran his hand across the top of his head as if he were relieved. 

"I've never seen him laugh.  In twenty something years, I never remember him laughing."  Sam got up and walked to the edge of the couch.  She could tell that he wanted to pace, but was having difficulty finding a pathway that led anywhere except out of the room. 

"So what's your pseudonym?" she asked.

"Not telling."  He gave up and sat back down.

"Oh come on.  Are you afraid I'll laugh?"

He turned and gave her one of his impatient and barely tolerant looks. 

Joel entered carrying a tray with tea pot and settings.  "So
Harry
, does she make you laugh?" he questioned.

Nicole turned to Sam and was ready to comment on his pseudonym, but he shut her down with a look and answered dolefully, "Not really, Sir."

Joel began tea preparations and Nicole smiled and wondered if he had been given the name because of the lack of hair on his head or because of the constant five o'clock shadow that always seemed to cover his face…or neither.  "So Sam's pseudonym is Harry.  Thank you sir, for your help with that."  

Joel looked up quite pleased with himself.  "Oh, did I mistakenly give that away?"

Sam nodded, "Well, yes you did, but whether or not it was a mistake is uncertain."

"Lighten up a bit, Sam.  There is plenty of time for serious discussion, which you know we will engage in after we have tea." 

"Yes Sir.  I'll try."

Joel passed a tea cup and saucer to Nicole, then one to Sam.  "If I may ask, sir," Nicole spoke up, "what's yours?"

"My what?  Oh my pseudonym?"  He smiled.  "I'll not give it away just yet."  He looked at Sam.  "And neither will you Harry."  Then he asked, "So Breeze, my girl, if you were to name me, what would it be?"

She did not hesitate.  "Ancient, sir.  And I mean that in a good way, as in all of the good things that come with age such as the learning of wisdom." 

"Ancient.  Hum.  I like it.  I may have to use it one day."

They sat quietly for a moment enjoying the tea.  Nicole was fascinated as she looked around the room at the collage of a lifetime, and suddenly she knew.  Her head snapped around and her eyes met his piercing gaze. 

"You have been through trauma of some sort or other just as I have.  Isn't that right?   That is what I'm feeling, some kind of bond or kindred spirit, so to speak, because of what you have been through.  It's as if my spirit recognizes yours in a familiar way, and the last time I felt something similar was at the funeral of a friend who had died.  She had ministered to many people with SRA, and the room was filled with people who had come from around the nation.  I didn't know any of them, and yet I felt a connection.  Like I do here."  Nicole paused.  She realized that maybe she should not have blurted that out.  What if she were wrong?

His expression remained intact and his gaze continued to pierce her soul as if looking for something deep inside her.  And then he spoke.  "You have discerned correctly to some extent Nicole.  I was a victim of trauma based mind control as a young child.  Monarch programming as it were.  You are sensing the bond of this type of suffering that we share; however, it goes deeper than that.  All will be revealed in time." 

Joel looked into his tea cup and swirled the remaining dark liquid around.  "I'm sure that you are aware how, in that system, each slave is assigned a role or task depending on their abilities.  Because of my high intelligence and creative ability factors, I was raised up and trained as a programmer."  He took a deliberate sip of tea, then placed it back on its saucer and set it down on the table beside him.  He asked "Do you understand what that means Nicole?"

"Yes, I believe I do."

He looked directly into her eyes.  "I traumatized many innocent children.  I killed as many more through occult practices.  I caused splits within their minds and trained them to obey my commands."  He diverted his eyes momentarily, and Nicole thought she saw a flicker of shame cross his face.  And then his eyes were looking into hers again as he matter-of-factly said, "I was very good at what I did.  I trained others to be programmers, to do what I did.  The list of my sins is many."  The ancient one paused and looked into his cup.

Nicole said, "I'm so sorry.  I can only imagine the pain you must have had to live with."

He tilted his head slightly to one side.  "Do you know what my name means Nicole?"

"No sir.  I know that Joel was a prophet in the Old Testament."

"It means 'Yahweh is God.'  I praise Yahweh who is God because He came to me and revealed Himself to me.  He raised me up out of that pit where I was enslaved.  I don't live under condemnation now because I know His grace and mercy, His forgiveness.  I have seen how he has been able to use me to rescue others
because
of what I know." 

"Like beauty from ashes."

"Exactly.  How much do you know about your life Nicole?"

"I assume that you are asking how much I understand about being programmed.  I didn't know anything about that really, until recently, and I am still trying to come to terms with that.  What I did understand was that I had been taken to a satanic ritual as a little girl.  I knew that they had created some parts or alters as in MPD or DID, and I knew that I also had a habit of dissociating and probably created some of my own when I was in traumatic or painful circumstances.  I recently discovered my uncle's involvement with the Free Masons and the occult, and his control over me.  I didn't know about the Illuminati though, until Sam told me."

"And how have you dealt with the alters?"

Nicole explained as briefly as possible, the process and the things she had learned that led toward integration, then said, "Jesus has brought hope, healing and freedom to me emotionally, mentally, physically and spiritually.  My passion is to help others stuck in bondage to find hope, healing and freedom as well."

"It sounds like you understand the demonic component of dissociation or alters."

She took the last sip of her tea.  "Yes.  In my experience, demons are usually assigned to the alters either by another person or as a result of the belief in a lie that opens the door for them.  They take full advantage of weakness, vulnerability and ignorance.  In either case, I've never encountered an alter that is not under the influence of at least one demon.  I've learned to deal with them in the power and authority of Jesus Christ." 

"The Holy Spirit has taught you well Breeze.  You've dealt with principalities and powers and learned how to rule over them, to stop them from manipulating you.  Now you must learn how to take back control of your physical body.  But it is late and I'm sure you will be able to think more clearly in the morning.  Leave your tea cups here and I'll show you both to your rooms."

Sam had been sitting quietly listening, but Nicole had been aware that he had been feeling restless, like a caged bird, and was very glad to be able to stand up and walk a bit.  Joel led them out of the room, across the hall and into another hall way.  He stopped and opened up a door to a room on his left. 

"This will be your room Nicole.  There are no windows in most of the rooms because my home is secured the same way Sam's bunker is.  In fact, he told me about a possible microchip in your neck that he covered up.  It is safe to remove the patch now, and we will take a look at it in the morning."  He stepped into the room and turned the light on.  Her bag was waiting for her on the foot of the bed.   

It was pleasant enough for a room without windows.  The temperature was cool and a fan circulated the air.  It too was decorated with Queen Ann furniture complete with a four poster bed, and had its own bathroom.  "Thank you sir.  It looks inviting," Nicole said.

"You can call me Joel.  Sam will be in the room across the hall."

"Ok.  Good night Joel.  Good night Sam."  She closed the door and instantly removed the irritating patch from her neck.  Left to herself, the temptation of worry and fear began to close in on her, but she was exhausted and as she pulled the covers on the bed back and climbed under the down comforter, she prayed, "Help me Jesus."