The Sounds of War (The Genesis Series Book 2) (20 page)

Again she smiled, “Ba’el said you and I could have children together but not until I have a god-child. He said I’d have a son, a promised son, because I am a virgin. The son I have will rule a kingdom greater than the one you establish.”

“The Mazzaroth story…” Nimrod
stood motionless without finishing the thought. He didn’t hold to the idea that another kingdom would exist that would be greater than his would. Hoarsely he whispered, “What else?”

“He said in the west you
will meet a man named Terah. You are to send him to me, immediately! You’ll also meet Peleg and you must convince him to come back with you to build the city.”

“You are very handsome, you know. You will be a great warrior and you
will establish a great kingdom. A government that will never diminish. Oh, yes, I’m to establish a religion that shall control all others. It will be a religion of worship, making Ba’el supreme god.”

Nimrod, having difficulty following the reasoning behind her words, and the randomness of her thoughts put up
a hand, “Wait a moment, back up. I know who Peleg is, who has not heard of him? But who is Terah?”

“He is the son of Nabor who is of the linage of Shem. He’s an idol maker.”

Turning to continue with their meandering pace Nimrod asked, “Do you know him? Why do you need an idol maker?”

“I’m to see that great statues of Ba’el are placed at the gates of the city. Also, I should place images about my living quarters so that while I’m with child I may look on them continually.”

“Ba’el told you much; did he also tell you that he’s from the stars?”

“Yes, he said that the next time he comes to me, the night of our betrothal, he’ll take me to the stars in his star chariot. I didn’t understand that part.” She looked up at Nimrod and shook her head, “Grandfather has never spoken of star chariots.”

Nimrod folded his hand over hers as it lay upon his forearm. “Well, I can tell you from experience no matter how much you know nothing will prepare you for the star chariot.”

She smiled, her head bobbed
and then a silence fell between them as they strolled in matched steps. Suddenly she turned to him, and without hesitation posed a question that again brought surprise. “How does it make you feel to know I’ll have a child by a god, a child that is not yours?”

Hesitating, Nimrod l
ooked down at Semiramis’ seemingly young and innocent face. He pondered if he should answer honestly or discreetly. Choosing discretion, Nimrod said, “Jealous but honored. How does it make you feel?”

Returning his gaze and then arching a perfected eyebrow she said slowly, “I suppose I’ve known all of my life that I’d be chosen for something great. To be the mother of a god
. To give birth to a religion that will unite the world, such power I cannot imagine.”

“You’re right,” he nodded, “w
e’ve both been chosen and gifted with great powers. Even beyond what would seem our normal right to expect. What a perfect union! We shall have a marriage made by the gods.” Picking up her hand, he put it to his lips before he continued to speak, “One government for all people, as well as one religion. Just think what power we will have!”

It also forced all people, great and small, rich and poor, free, and slave, to receive a mark on their right hands or on their fore
heads, so that they could not buy or sell unless they had the mark, which is the name of the beast or the number of its name. This calls for wisdom. Let the person who has insight calculate the number of the beast, for it is the number of a man. That number is 666. Revelation 13:16-18, NIV

A
s she came to an awareness, she attempted to open her eyes, but quickly discovered no matter how hard she tried her upper lashes were matted with the lower ones and her eyes were not going to open. In an attempt to lift a hand to rub her eyes, she couldn’t lift either hand. Emeleigh panicked.

Blinded and alarmed she silently began a systematic process of inventorying her body
. Only to discover she couldn’t lift her legs, either. And, as if that were not enough, her right hand burned as if liquid fire was flowing through it. The pain was excruciating, her panic deepened.

Angry and frustrated,
she made repeated attempts to see through the matted lashes. Finally, the left upper lash gave way enough to form a slit that enabled her to see a portion of her surroundings. Scanning the room as best she could, she grasped the reality of a few pertinent facts. She was strapped to a gurney, attached to a monitor, and her right hand had a small bandage. Assuming she was in a medical facility, she asked herself,
how did I get here?

Hearing
a deep moan coming from across the room she knew she wasn’t alone. Turning her head slightly in an effort to see deeper into the room, she realized the lighting in the room was insufficient. However, she managed to see at the foot of the gurney she laid upon, a stainless steel cart with various instruments splayed across its top. It was obvious some sort of medical procedure had taken place and by the look of the bloody patches of cotton gauze scattered among the tools, she quickly surmised it was her hand that had suffered during the process. As she stared at the instruments, the bits and pieces of memory began coming together.

Laying back and closing
the open eye, she forced her mind to start with the last thing she could easily recall, and that was of receiving a text from Kirsten as she packed her briefcase. With that memory as her starting point, Emeleigh began the analytical process of filling in the blanks.

No matter how hard she tried, she could not remember being in an accident, and her reasoning told her an injury to her hand would not necessitate the kind o
f restraint that was being forced upon her. She wasn’t in pain other than the burning throb in her hand and perhaps the most puzzling was why did she feel such fear?

Determined to make a full assessment of her situation one more time, she lifted her head slightly higher,
batted both eyes, forcing the lashes further apart and managed to see the four thick metal bands holding her captive to a stainless steel bed. On her right side was a small black box with four green and blue lights that flashed in soundless repetitive syncopation. In the process of painstakingly examining every detail, she heard another moan.

Her voice barely more than a whisper she asked
, “Who’s there?”

From the shadows across the room came a weak but deep throaty voice whispering, “Emeleigh is that you?”

Hearing the f
amiliar voice of her younger brother snapped something in her. She remembered feeling fear for him, but she wasn’t sure why, “Elijah,” she cautiously whispered.

“Mmm, do you have any idea where we are?”

“No,
are you okay? I’m bolted down to some kind of gurney, what about you?”

“I’m tied down, too
, but I’m okay...” Clearing his throat Elijah continued, “I can’t move my hands or my feet, my body is stiff, but it’s my right hand that hurts; throbbing and stinging like crazy, are you okay?”

“Yeah, I’m fine, my right hand hurts…Elijah,
” she laid her head back onto the gurney, and sighed deeply. She was relieved he was okay, and she was glad not to be alone, but fear still gnawed at her insides. “I can’t seem to think…” The tears were forming behind her eyes, her voice cracked, “Do you remember anything about what happened?”

“I’ve been laying here trying to piece things together. Emeleigh we were…” He paused, “I remember a dream…we are in Jericho…wait I remember now
that I said that out loud, we are spies!” She could hear him swallow as he paused, “Emeleigh someone is about to come in here! There’s no time for questions, pretend you’re asleep and whatever you do, don’t scream! Please don’t scream, we’ve been abducted by…aliens…hang tight, they’ll only be here for a moment.” Elijah spat the words in a hoarse whisper but the urgency in his voice drove the words like nails into her brain.

Just as he finished with his admonition, the door swished open. Closing her eyes quickly she heard
the footsteps as they approached her gurney. Her mind processing Elijah’s words, she began a mental argument.
But Elijah is wrong, these aren’t aliens, they can’t be. We weren’t abducted I would know, I would remember.
Suddenly her heart was filled with words coming from a source beyond herself.
Emeleigh,
s
tay focused on peace. Don’t allow the negative thoughts to capture your imagination and affect your emotions, if you do, they shall see the emotion of fear. Praise God or recite the word, just don’t focus on what you are afraid of, or they will have power over you. Remember who you are in Christ Jesus, remain in peace.

Emeleigh fought
the fear as instructed. She commanded her thoughts to gravitate toward the word
peace
. She spelled it out,
p-e-a-c-e
jogging her memory for all the biblical meanings she knew associated with the word peace. She called to mind her Hebrew class;
the word for peace is shalom
, she reminded herself. She rehearsed the Hebraic meanings of shalom and as she did as she claimed all of the implications of the word and the blessings of shalom. Yet, no matter how hard she tried an overwhelming curiosity to open her eyes kept invading her thoughts. The person standing next to her suddenly leaned over and she could feel him inches from her face. Panic overtook her as the smell of sulfur filled her nostrils and her thoughts returned her to the nightmarish reality of her unimaginable situation.
Oh God, it’s that stinking awful sulfur smell. I’m going to vomit.

Clenching her teeth tightly she willed herself to think of the Prince of Peace and mentally quoted scriptures about peace
and then, just as she slipped into a peaceful realm she heard the undeniable sound of an electronic beep. With a beep, beep, beep, beep the bands constraining her hands and feet opened. Trying very hard not to react Emeleigh clamped down tightly on her back teeth as a cold rough hand encircled her right wrist while another hand poked and prodded her injured hand. Willing herself motionless, knowing she had to remain silent, she sang the children’s song,
Jesus Loves Me
within her thoughts.

A
s she finished the little chorus, she heard strange clicking sounds. At first, she was puzzled but then she realized the clicks were some form of communication, each click sent a pulsating throb of fear into her mind. Click, click, click, click…

Seconds later, she could heard the door
swish open and close again, instinct told her that she and Elijah were once again alone. Tears of relief flooded her eyes as she opened them.

“Oh, Elijah, I thought I would absolutely lose it! Thank God that’s over!” Sitting up she swung her feet off the table
. Such an ordinary and natural reaction she didn’t apprehend what she had done until the amazement of seeing her hands overtook her. “Dear God! Elijah, look! I’m free. They forgot to put the bands back on my hands and feet!”

Elijah making the same discovery at the same time jumped from his gurney
. Grinning ear to ear, he danced a mini-victory jig. “Eme, the Spirit of God confused them! Don’t ask me how I know, but he did!” Rubbing his wrists and shaking his hips, he skipped across the floor toward her grabbing her about the waist as they met in the middle of the room. Wrapping both arms around her, he picked her up and swung her like a rag doll, back and forth.

“Elijah put me down!” She commanded
. “Before you get too excited we better figure out the what, where, and why of this.” Righting herself, she pushed away and started looking around for clues. Walking toward one of the monitors, she asked offhandedly, “Did you get a look at them?”

“No, not re
ally, but by all indicators…we were just visited by the Greys, you know the Greys are demonic, don’t you?”

“Duh, yes I know
. I could smell it!” Pointing at the nearest monitor she exclaimed, “It’s a quantum computer.” Crossing her arms over her chest and rocking back and forth, she stared intently. “Look at the computations on that screen! Those are what we call buckyballs. This computer is running a nanotech routine. I’d almost bet you…our DNA is…on that screen. Elijah look at the…” She pointed to another screen, “Those are formulations of…Elijah!” Stopping in mid-thought, she turned and stared at him. “You know, it just came to me they removed tissue…from our hands…” Pausing, she looked down at her injured hand. “Or maybe…” she rubbed a thumb of the bandage and winced as she completed her thought, “something was implanted!”

Elijah
removed the bandage from his hand and said, “My hand doesn’t show an incision, does yours?”

Emeleigh quickly pulled the bandage back. Shaking her head she reported the same findings,
“Neither does mine, but that doesn’t mean something very small wasn’t…Elijah an implant could be smaller than a pinhead and still work. They could have actually implanted something by injection through a needle, and most likely that’s the case if this technology is as advanced as I think it is.”

“Alrighty, what
do we do then?” Elijah biting on the inside of his bottom lip added, “We know either they have removed tissue from our hands or they have implanted something. I vote for the latter, but do we worry about this?”

“No, I vote we get the heck out of here and go home. But where is here, and where is home?” Shrugging her shoulders, Emeleigh looked around the room and snapped, “Now would be a good time for an angel to show up and take us home!”

Grabbing her shoulders, he spun her around to face him. “Wait, there’s something else we must discover,” pausing he pursed his lips and then relaxed before adding, “in here. We’re supposed to do something…my dream…” Snapping his fingers as a single word flooded his thoughts, he repeated the word audibly. “Non-locality…Eme, what does the word non-locality mean to you?”

Perplexed, she put a hand to her mouth and tapped it against her bottom lip, but said nothing as she turned and looked
at the monitors again.

Impatient Elijah demanded, “Come on Eme, that word is floating around in here
. I see it everywhere I look, what does it mean?”

Turning
back to him she began hesitantly, “Well…I’ll try but I’m not sure how that will help us…non-locality refers to quantum. It has to do with consciousness creating reality. The world…or the matter…we do not see is more real than the matter that we can see. And the theory is, what we do see, we see because we believe we see it.”

Pulling on her sleeve, Elijah demanded, “You just confused me
please say that another way.”

“What is here,” Emeleigh pointed to her head, “is connected to what happens elsewhere in the universe of quantum.”
Turning away from him, she moved her hands in a circular motion and continued slowly at first, “If you can measure particles of matter or determine their existence, then they are local. For instance, electrons have the capacity to materialize and dematerialize. But if you see them, then they are close enough to measure, they are local.”

Emeleigh stopped moving about and stood in front of one of the monitors. When she continued her explanation, she spat the words quickly as her thoughts sped ahead of her words, “You see,
it’s only when particles are measurable that they are in what we refer to as a single state. Otherwise, they have the ability to be in two places at once. When observed, an electron collapses into just one state but when not observed, it can exist in two states, both a wave and a particle. Electrons know when they are being observed…” Tapping her bottom lip again, the momentum of her words increased. “And electrons have the ability to know what is going on around them. What we call pilot waves travel ahead of time and space, and since they travel beyond time and space, we can’t measure them. So they are non-local. Non-local pilot electrons guide matter into a state of measurable existence. All quanta follow this principle, turning on or off, existing in a particle state or a wave state, depending on their detectors.” She paused taking in several deep breaths.

Looking at him then slowly releasing it she continued, “Non-local is outside time and space, there are three dimensions to space, and the fourth dimension is time, but time is the product of observation, not an attribute of space.” Emeleigh stopped and nodded, “I think I just talked myself into understanding something. We’re about to quantum tunnel.”