|The Desecration of Earth
Author: Jeremy R Walker PM
Rewritten this is part one is the story of the last Armed conflict on earth the events of this horror scar humanity's psyche enough for human civilization to begin a new phase of development Please Read & Review its rated TRated: Fiction T - English - Sci-Fi/Tragedy - Words: 2,158 - Reviews: 1 - Follows: 1 - Published: 02-05-10 - id: 2771871
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This is the story of the last Physical War on Earth . The origins of this war go back many thousands of generations and what exactly started this conflict is lost to the distance of History. Although , the central issues of the long running conflict were religious in nature. The people , as often is the case with conflicts this long had forgotten almost every issue but the hatred of the enemy . this is the story of the last horrific years of that conflict . it became a turning point for human kind after which humanity finely saw the utter pointlessness of armed conflict . Late one summer when tempers were as hot as the weather outside . The peace talks had ended with shouting and a shaking of fists , as they had many times before , but this time those same shaking fists rattled sabers , the rattling soon became a call to arms . The end result of the conflict was the desecration of the planet . I will let the voices from the past speak for themselves because there story needs to be told from there perspectives.
If you want to know my name know that I was the 53rd president of the United States of America . Looking back now , I see how badly I mishandled the terrible situation in the Middle East . My religious beliefs played a bigger part than I wanted to admit at the time . Since my beliefs had a very large impact on my thinking at the time , let me start there . I am a fundamentalist Christian with the expectation of Armageddon in my lifetime . so when the tabernacle was set up on the temple mount , just before Passover . Just as most Christians around the world , I was shocked . It was as if the world of Christians were holding their breath . To the nation of Israel it was the Jewish people as a whole , calmly and quietly reclaiming part of there history and faith . I was elected the year after the tabernacle was erected . what was eventually more shocking to the world was that the tabernacle stood there for five years , before that fateful Sabbath . That Passover Sabbath I knew the world as we all knew it was over . The Israeli government issued a statement after the bombing that it would not give in to fear , and I had taken a hands off approach to the violence . I would mediate and provide neutral ground if they wanted to talk but I insisted that they must solve there own problems . The world was not shocked so much as appalled at the leveling of the temple mount after the horrific bombing and the following statement by the Israeli government " we will no longer hide or be ashamed of our faith . We have hidden in fear while we as a people were murdered persecuted and harassed . No longer will we be divided and weak we will rebuild the temple as a symbol of our faith . Whoever takes action against us will receive exactly the same as they direct at us , we will suffer no more ." as I saw it I could do nothing in the face of this forceful statement . I wanted to avoid the Biblical end of the world , even though I believed it would happen . I was terrified yet my personal path was crystal clear in that moment . I dismissed the secret service agents and went quietly to the national cathedral . I knelt in prayer and all of a sudden I felt it was time to leave , then I saw a white light inside me envelop my inner being . No one saw my body slump forward . I left this world just as anyone could want anonymous and quietly . My body was found several hours after I left it yet for some reason I did not go directly to the pearly gates for judgment . so I stayed and prayed beside my own body that was truly a unique & disquieting experience .When my body was found and taken to the nearest hospital , I stayed with my body mostly because I did not know what else to do . I was identified in short order . The medical examiner tried to find a cause of death and couldn't find any . I found that quite amusing so when the examiner wrote down act of God as the cause of death . I burst out laughing because he wouldn't know how correct he was . As I was laughing my body faded in to nothingness, kind of like an after image on a old television when the power is turned off . This happened in front of the eyes of the medical examiner and the security cameras . I felt another ethereal presence enter the room . I felt love and acceptance radiate from this being who guided me onward this is where my story ends .
My name is unimportant some would spit it as curse , some would say it with reverence . My story is more important than who I was . I am a follower of the Prophet and the Name of God is Allah . The summer of my nineteenth year , the summer of the bomb . Being the destructive person I was , and the talent I had with explosives & incendiaries . The authorities decided that I could serve their interests best with the materials they could provide . They gave me a situation and described the damage they wanted to cause . I would design & build a bomb to do that and more , I would always add or miss something so that it was imperfect , only Allah can make anything perfect . The authorities took my creations and the blood flow started . Every improvement they challenged me to make , I took on with their praise ringing in my ears , determined to strike down all the enemies of Allah . what I didn't Know for almost a year was the first bomb I made for the authorities was detonated by my 12 year old sister . The second through the tenth bombs were detonated by members of my family . I lost many of my friends from school to my creations . When I learned what happened to my sister , I told the Authorities that I would make and detonate one last bomb . I told them that it would be perfect in everyway time , placement , psychological impact every last detail . I even carefully choose what I would wear . The blast pattern was planned carefully even the fail safe timer was set with the utmost care . I was the only imperfect piece in the device the device itself was ingenious 6 separate modes of death chemical agent , Incendiary , two separate biological agents , explosive force , and radiation . This was a weapon to bring a nation to its knees to beg for the mercy of peace at any cost . The last bomb I made I detonated myself a little over 2 years after the first one I made was detonated . The place I chose to detonate my finest creation was the tabernacle on the temple mount on the Sabbath of Passover . The event was to be beautiful in all of its terror . I was wearing a loose fitting course brown robe suitable for a Benedictine monk . I walked with my head down and the hood up as if in prayer . I set down the simple tote bag I was carrying just as I walked into the tabernacle , then slowly all of the horror I had planned unfolded with immaculate precision . first as I walked down the aisle a mist rose up around me fine and smelling of bitter almond . I hear the gasps of fear and shock as some of the people enveloped by the mist fall lifeless from there seats . As I lift my hands to the sky as if in prayer thin ribbons of liquid like fire extend from my fingers setting the tabernacle ablaze . I stare forward I see a young girl who looks like she is about the same age as my beloved little sister , was when she was taken by one of my creations . In that tenuous moment our eyes lock she is a real person to me . All I can do now is plead with my eyes for her to Run . The assembled panic as their fear reaches a fever pitch . I revel in the moment knowing that I will die as fate has said I should . I hope and pray that the little girl gets away . The two canisters in my tote bag launch skyward trailing the powdered agents up to the winds . I shed a tear for the little girl when my eyes clear she is gone . I send a simple prayer after her a few heartbeats after the simple prayer . I set off the blast that rips through the last shreds of the tabernacle . I have set off what looks like a sunset in all of its glory and spectacle , that rises up on a pillar of smoke and ash . The shockwaves were a stunning crescendoing wave of sound , that shakes the very souls of men , even the faithless man seeks God under its assault on the senses . This is where my story ends in a great blast and a blaze of glory . Yet it is only the beginning of the horror inflicted upon the world the horror that I began .
Hello I am the only survivor of the Passover Bombing . You do not need to hear my name to Know , who I am here is my story . I do not know how I survived , but I will tell you what I saw and some of what followed . I was 12 years old that Passover my family and I went to the tabernacle for service . We sat near the front so grandma could hear Rabbi . Service had just started when the stranger entered . I turned around when I heard some of the people behind me mumble about how being late was disrespectful . I saw the stranger he looked like one of the monks from the cover of one of my CDs . Then it seemed that the stranger was walking forward on a cloud the image he created was inspiring , yet frightening at the same time . He stopped midway up the aisle then raised his hands as if in supplication to God . Without warning ribbons of fire snaked from his fingertips . I was so terrified I could not move . All I could do in those moments that seem to be an awful eternity was stare and take in every detail . When I saw his eyes they locked with mine & said one word to me " Run ". Suddenly two canisters erupted skyward . An instant later I saw tear come down his face , that is when I could move , it was if my body was waiting for his permission to move . Then it seemed as though I was being carried a way by the angels . I shimmied under the tent wall of the tabernacle and then I Ran as fast as I could . I was nearing the mosque when I was bowled over by an explosion . I tumbled forward and blacked out , the next thing I remember is waking up in the hospital . Later I saw on T.V. no one else escaped the bombing alive . I was so torn inside because I was glad that I was alive , yet I was shocked and terrified that I was the only one to survive . I wondered what would happen to me then I saw myself on the news the newscaster was asking everyone to pray for me . That is when I found out that I was in a isolation ward . All I knew for sure about my own condition was that I hurt all over and I had some ugly blisters on my arms . The doctors said I had a " nasty " infection and they would do everything they could to get me better . That night when I went to sleep I had a dream . Where grandma and everyone who was at the tabernacle that day even the stranger came to me and asked me to not to give up . They needed to come to me again to give me a message . I woke up 2 days after I went to sleep the doctors rushed in almost as soon as I opened my eyes . The doctors wanted to poke me with needles and run tests , then a protective nurse shooed them away . She asked me if I needed or wanted anything I asked to talk to a Rabbi I want to ask him about something , I saw while I was "asleep" before it fades completely . I ask for some chocolate the nurse says I will see about a Rabbi the chocolate I have got covered , just a moment she leaves the room returns a few minutes later with two chocolate bars . She says " save one for later just don't let the head nurse find it ok ." I nod as I munch on the candy I sign thank you .