Hey Diane,

I could only take a commercials worth of Thom at a time. Seems like they would pop from hatred by now. He's on free speech TV for 3 hours every morning. Geez talk about an overdose.

The little story is being written as I post it by someone I follow on another blog. I think he's doing a fantastic job. It's all his own creation.

No offence will be taken, just say so if you get bored with it.

Lucifer’s Semi-Final Conclave….Part 5

After exchanging initial pleasantries, Danielle did not feel like conversation at all as George navigated 380 east. She was, in a word, pissed at both Bill and George. Both mentally and soon to be physically if their destination does not appear, like NOW. I am going to have to speed up the training cycle on Bill, she murmured to herself….right after I launch his behind into next September. Ladies DO NOT like to be hustled out so hurriedly that they forget the most important prerequisite to a road trip. Hoo, she muttered, as the now empty magnum of wine rolled about her feet and she firmly clinched her hips together.

She had just retrieved a tissue from her small shoulder bag and was at the point of asking (ask, hell---demanding) George to pull over and cut the lights, he slowed and turned into a graveled area marked with a large sign… USG PROPERTY-NO ADMITTANCE -- WARNING--TURN AROUND NOW-- DO NOT EXIT YOUR VEHICLE---

On the far side of the area was a narrow paved road blocked with a pair of steel gates spaced about 25 feet apart. The first gate opened as the Toyota approached.
As George continued forward, the first gate closed and the area between the gates was suddenly illuminated with brilliant light. A small sign on the second gate warned…PARKING LIGHTS ONLY… George extinguished the Headlights on the Toyota. After 15 seconds or so, during which Danielle winced and squirmed with extreme need of relief, the second gate opened. Once past the two gates, the narrow paved road continued into the blackness, marked with dim red edge lights and fenced on either side with razor wire. It continued into another well lit paved area with several signs on both sides of the road which read:

SPEED LIMIT 10 MPH-- THIS IS A RESTRICTED AREA - US GOVERNMENT PROPERTY-- POSITIVELY NO STOPPING-- ARREST MAY BE IMMINENT-- DO NOT EXIT YOUR VEHICLE

Less than 100 feet further up the drive, and past a pair of glass guardhouses each with two armed men dressed in khakis, their destination building finally became visible, camouflaged in a recess of a sandstone butte. The building was so positioned as to be not visible from the guard houses. George drove the truck to the small entrance door and cut the engine, whereupon the Toyota was instantly surrounded by six heavily armed men, two on each side, and one each in front and back. George held the transponder on his necklace firmly against his closed window.

The one in back jumped into the bed of the truck, and after shining a light in all areas of the bed, nodded to the others. The one in front extended a long pole with a sensor box underneath the truck. 10 seconds later Danielle was blinded by the light shining through her window into her face. She almost lost it then, but kept her hips tightly clinched. The ones on Georges side identified him quickly and opening the door, sharply saluted. Virtually simultaneously, Danielle’s door swung open. One guard politely claimed her bags while the second assisted her in stepping down. George joined the group as they walked the few steps to the entrance. There was a very small brass plaque on the door which read: Welcome To Rocksense West.

While one guard placed her bags on the security inspection belt, they passed through the inspection arch. As the guard, whose name tag read "1312" was rifling her bags, Danielle, in her special voice, said, Sir, could you please clear the small maroon pouch in the bottom of the zipper bag FIRST? It’s kind of a female semi-emergency…

Smiling, he opened her makeup pouch, glanced awkwardly but briefly inside and handed it to her.

Danielle had, immediately upon entering, spotted the necessary room, and glancing at George, who nodded, she disappeared inside. After what seemed like a pleasant eternity to her, she exited the stall and walked to the sink, smiling contentedly all the way…that is until she inevitably looked into the mirror. That universal curse of females. ….CRAP…It’s OBSCENE for a woman my age to have such lines under their eyes… and just look at that shiny nose….it’s too damned BIG, she silently mused. And that beauty mark on her right cheek…was it growing larger?

So she began--- she rooted through the bag and dug out her hairbrush, one of her two last sample packs of Tatcha, her vial of Maybelline Fit Me Matte+, her eyeliner, which so perfectly complemented her electric- blue eyes, and her mini-bottle of blush lip gloss…damn, where is my charcoal cleansing bar? ---- answering aloud she said…it’s in the freaking shower at the Hotel, you dipshit, where you left it.…she glared at the bag in disgust… looking around the room she spotted the old standard hand soap dispenser adjacent to the sink… the one she had just used upon exiting the stall….CRAP… no choice….

She first began brushing and teasing her dark auburn hair into a rough approximation of the attractive pixie cut she had, just today--or ? was it two days ago? -- adopted with the recommendation of the hotel stylist. Then, using carefully folded damp paper towels she gently scrubbed her face with the greatly diluted hand soap, and thoroughly rinsed with warm water, blotted carefully away. Then, finishing the preliminaries by turning the nozzle of the bathroom’s electric hand dryer upward toward her face. Improvising had always been Danielle’s best friend.

She as of yet had no idea how soon and how important her ability to improvise would become of much greater benefit.

She critically examined her reflection in the mirror, and was almost perfectly pleased with what she saw. She had done a not-too-bad job (considering) with the rest of her war paint. True, the cammies she was dressed in did absolutely nothing to complement her appearance, but..she mused…it is what it is. That black dress, she thought, and those black pumps, on the other hand….

A few final, well placed touches of the hairbrush and a brief spray of her Euphoria, had Danielle in a considerably improved disposition….

BUT, she mentally renewed her vow that she was STILL going to kick Bills’ rear end…with all the vigor her 5 foot stature could muster. Definitely. Bank on it.

She replaced her possessions in the pouch, and included a folded length of TP wrapped carefully in two paper towels. She was as ready as she could be, she thought as she headed to the door. OK, Bill,,,prepare yourself….Here I come…
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Prince Doubt gazed about the room.... The visage of all of the Generals actually betrayed their accustomed demeanor by seemingly exhibiting the characteristics of the sole General who had been excluded from their group since Lord Lucifer had assumed his rightful role of Master. General Fear.

He recalled within himself that Lord Lucifer had banished General Fear from their midst, for obviously Fear has no place among we who are masters of all.. and in addition, though it was not known for certain, rumor had it that General Fear had sided with the Imposter’s third, and now dwelt there as a leader, essentially leading the remnant which Lucifer had just mentioned. He had supposedly changed somewhat in character, from Fear to Righteous Indignation, and had his name changed by the Imposter to Michael.

It was, however fully known that it was, indeed, A Michael who banished Lucifer and our third from our previous home.

If that be the case, he mused, the Spirits to incarnate in these humans, could cause great Fear indeed in the near future as Lord Lucifer’s plan evolves.

Prince Doubt was rudely jarred out of his mental gymnastics, as Lord Lucifer boomed… DOUBT! Continue as requested…WHAT is your plan to deal with that accursed remnant? … Speak now…

It was at this point that Doubt NEARLY disappeared in a flame, for he had nearly said "a thousand pardons, Lord Lucifer…" And Doubt knew, as all of them do, that Lord Lucifer NEVER pardons ANYONE --for ANYTHING. Pardon is in fact a severe character weakness and abomination worthy only of demise.

Since the beginning, that has been a cardinal rule, and it was for that, as well as compassion and a great many such acts by the Imposter that Lucifer had Him painfully crucified, years ago. Thankfully, for Doubt’s sake he barely caught his mental mistake. Even though Lucifer depended strongly on Doubt and his servants for many if not most of his deception of humans, there was a great number of our crew which could easily fill in admirably upon the demise of Prince Doubt.

Prince Doubt began…Certainly Lord Lucifer, I do however request your continued protection, for facts need be discussed.… Continue, said Lucifer…

Doubt began….First a bit of review is necessary such that we can see the sure success in the plan. Please bear with me.

Anu, my most dependable servant, as you know has been elevated for centuries as our expert in Deception of humans. He has of course, again, over the centuries been greatly aided by all seven of you illustrious Generals, and surely we could not have advanced to this point without your timely assistance.

For example, after we created the many humans in our likeness to serve us, the Imposter personally formed a human of his own, and favored him above all our creations with particular gifts and his own portion of earth, which was well defended by His Spirits against invasion by other humans who were obligated solely to us.

Lord Lucifer, in his wisdom, succeeded in the initial deception. He gained the trust over this first pair and introduced them both to our specialty, that is, carnal knowledge.

As a natural result, paternal twins were born to the woman. The first was, Kayin, Lord Lucifer’s son, and shortly came forth the second, as you know as Adam’s son, Hebel.

Gloriously, human death was begun. This continued for 10 human generations, until finally, our goal was within a few humans of completion.

This tenth descendant from Adam, Noach, Was informed by the Imposter to seek refuge in a floating shelter with his family nnd a flesh pair of all creation, which by order and definition, included Kayin’s offspring. Once prepared, the Imposter, as you know, destroyed our planet of observation, leaving only a string of barren and lifeless rocks orbiting in it’s stead. Many of the rocks struck this earth, and punctured and disfigured it’s surface, unleashing oceans of water beneath the surface, which deluged and pressed all human breath from our servants. We were nearly there, but not quite. Admirably, Anu succeeded in deceiving our surviving humans accompanying Noach by being a very god to them, using the wiles of you Generals. His accomplishments were a most illustrious performance indeed, as even to this very day is recorded and lauded in human annals.

Anu did such an admirable job, that his duties were expanded to include the chief room of human deception. His human followers, after another 10 generations had covered the land with multitudes. and were once again in position for total control.

Yet, once again The Imposter selected one Abram, a son of the human Terah, one of Anu’s major human servants, to send one of those accursed remnant Spirits to trouble us yet again. This time, however, the Imposter closed the womb of Abram’s wife, to preclude any chance of inadvertent dilution of Abram’s sons by our servants. I, Doubt, was forced into action, because the Spirit within Abram totally rejected all forms of human deceit with regards to human gods. Alas, he spoke directly to the Spirit of the Imposter. In time, I succeeded in manifesting Doubt in Abram’s wife, Sarah, by continually reminding her of the obvious falsity of the Imposter’s words to Abram. Facts were…She was barren and cursed so by Abram’s ‘god’, who had promised him sons by Sarah. Sarah finally relented to my continual suggestion, that only by her providing a surrogate mother, could the vow be achieved. Sarah finally convinced Abram to bed her maid. The maid bore Abraham’s a son, Ishmael, who we so nurtured he became the father of fully a fourth of all of earth’s peoples, those who have Anu’s earthly offspring, Mohammed, as their god to this very day.

Our biggest problem manifested about 2 centuries after Sarah’s deception by myself. The Imposter opened the womb of Sarah in her latter years, and indeed Abram had a Son of his own loins according to the Imposter’s promise. The Imposter spoke to the Spirit of Abram‘s grandson, Jacob in such manner to convey ALL of the promises given to Abram to this heel grabber, Jacob. Although Jacob was the twin brother of Edom, The Imposter withheld many blessings from Esau and gave the greater portion of all to Jacob. Years later, although I tried mightily, and had considerable aid from you all, The Imposter changed Jacob’s name to Israel, which as you all know, means "A human that has strived with God, and yet has prevailed".

This, in retrospect was only the beginning of our misfortunes. For Israel had twelve sons. We are indeed fortunate the the vast majority of them were won over as our servants. Jacob’s favorite son, Joseph, was sold into slavery by the others due to the perseverance of General Envy. (Doubt gave him a nod)…
Anu, in his office as Deception, used his connections among his Egyptian priests to have Joseph cast into prison. We thought that would be the end of the matter, but the Spirit within Joseph so persevered with Israel’s words, that not only was he released from prison, he had 2 sons of his own, and was so great in his work, that he became chief of all Egypt, honored by Anu’s own Pharaoh, as well as being greatly loved by most Egyptians. Thus in time, Israel passed ALL the Spiritual promises he had inherited from his grandfather Abraham to his grandsons, ie Joseph’s two sons, Manasseh and Ephraim. Even specifically saying "Let my name be named on them". Since he had passed his name on, and was no longer Israel, Jacob blessed his other 11 sons with great physical blessings under the condition that they only maintained them so long as the ’dwelt’ in Israel, who were now solely Joseph’s sons, Manasseh and Ephraim.

Thus Abraham’s offspring grew into a multitude as promised, ironically nurtured by Anu’s own followers. A great number of the Imposter’s chosen Spirits incarnated at that time, but not nearly as many who followed them for the next 7 centuries. The Imposter sent a plethora of Spirits to guide them. Finally Anu and many of his servants were able to organize his chief contacts in Assyria, and later, Babylon to send great numbers of soldiers to carry them away from their posterity.

We of course again have to recognize General Envy’s work in influencing israels’ human kings with Anu’s captains, primarily Baal, Moloch and Diana…

Again, we believed our travail was near a victorious end, but The Imposter sent one of his powerful Spirits to Persia, who overcame both Assyria and Babylon. Cyrus ordered the release and return of the (now named Jews) to their homeland. This would have been quite acceptable to us, as Anu had easily deceived and infiltrated their ’religion’ with many priests and prophets. However, the vast majority of Joseph’s sons were not tempted by Cyrus offer and millions of them fled north across the Caucas mountains, and were so scattered that no amount of organizing any "religion’ was possible for us. We did send Generals Greed, Envy, Wrath and Lust in hot pursuit after them, but they had little organized success.

However, as of late, those four Generals, have been joined by Generals Sloth and Gluttony, and with considerable help from General Pride, they have both located, and settled in with them, being welcomed with open arms with their many gifts. That is the singular bright ray of hope for our plan.

More on that momentarily.

Continuing, after the return of the Jews from Babylon, things were going much better for some 5 centuries. The majority of the Imposter’s Prophet Spirits had died out. Oh, there were some, but they were essentially ineffective in opposing us. We had sent multitudes of their own brothers against them as the Greeks and Romans. These dupes had been so thoroughly deceived by Anu, that they had no idea that they were, in fact Israelites themselves who had left many, many years before the Assyrians first invaded.

About 20 centuries before today, the Imposter in person elected to incarnate in human flesh, leaving behind all traces of his knowledge and memory to be retrieved in his flesh via faith in his own Word. I believe that was the moment that General Fear betrayed betrayed Lord Lucifer, for when we realized what had occurred, most of us were indeed fearful. Further, those who elected to follow the teaching of the Imposter, grew to experience no fear at all, even while staring death in the face.

Lucifer cleared his throat, as though to speak, but just glared at prince Doubt and remained silent..

Sensing this, Doubt toned it down. He continued… Of course it did not work, since Lord Lucifer punished him severely, crucifying him and in fact chased the Imposter back to the Spirit world.

But, there were scribes at the time, which were not as we think of scribes. They were of no earthly esteem, and were vastly uneducated. These rough fellows somehow composed a vast collection of records, which remain to this day, and although the vast majority of people ignore them as fantasy at our urging, there are, nevertheless an increasing number of the Spirits of the remnant being incarnated which perpetrate this fantasy daily.

Now, friends we know for a fact, that there are a sum total of 12 billion Spirits in total to incarnate, measured from the beginning. As of this present time, we are returning huge numbers to the Spirit world through our actions, most as unborn through abortions, but also fairly large numbers through wars and murders with the help of you Generals. By this we know that time is expiring.

Still, we are faced with the number of the last incarnation of the final remnant, which is specifically listed as 144,000 of the tribes of Israel. These are their total Spiritual warriors, and are but a mere thimbleful of our numbers.

Therefore, here is the elements of our certain plan for victory….

To be continued…

HotCoffee. Very interesting story you are posting.
I found myself at my workbench handloading ammunition for my next class and Limbaugh is gone this week so I caught the last half of hour two and the first half of hour three of Thoms show before I had enough of his shit. How much hatred for Trump can one person keep in their head? It is one hate-filled sentence after another. How he can sleep at night with that buildup of bile in his stomach is beyond me.

I thought communists were supposed to be caring and tolerant of other people. I guess it's do as I say not as I do in their world.

Here is a good one from another tolerant member of the democrat party. What pigs these people have become.

"New York State Democrat Senator To Female GOP Staffer on Twitter “Kill Yourself!”

Morning DianeR,

I'm listening to Thom hiss & spit over impeaching Trump....sad !!

Lucifer’s Semi-Final Conclave….Part 3

Posted By: Watchman

Lucifer’s Semi-Final Conclave….Part 3 dec 23,2018

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Meanwhile, back at the conclave:

Lucifer’s scribe, prince Doubt, sheepishly scurried to the chalkboard as muted voices became total silence. Six Generals gave full attention. But as usual, the visage of the seventh, General Pride, hinted of utter disdain for prince Doubt. Primarily because of the ’sheepish’ part of prince Doubt’s demeanor, but also because his personal pride had received a jolt since he had not even been consulted prior to the unprecedented and sudden order of Lucifer.

It was noticed. … General Sloth, who typically just doesn’t give a damn about anything, glanced briefly at General Pride. General Pride met his glance quickly, and with reproach, which further caused General Wrath to notice anger leaving him without his permission.

Lucifer quickly quelled the thoughts with a simple gaze at the three offenders.

As prince Doubt prepared to speak, General Pride shifted in his seat, and crossed his lower extremities. A mere glance from Lucifer caused General Pride to abruptly straighten up in his chair and look directly at the chalkboard. Nevertheless, General Pride was severely hurt. Even prince Doubt noticed and visibly became much less intimidated, relishing in the attention he was receiving, while General Pride became more stone-faced and sullen.

Prince Doubt began….

I would first like to preface my spiel by announcing that our Master, Lord Lucifer, has granted me leave to speak plainly of facts and utter words that have previously resulted in the instant demise of others, and to do so without fear of punishment. .. Within limits, of course, he added.

General Prides’ eyes flashed briefly.

I must caution you all, however, that any casual mention of certain words and phrases which are to be used today behind these doors will result in your instant and final demise, as has always been true.

That stated…I will begin.

As you all know, I have, from the beginning, been granted authority over quite a legion of servants. Some humans term them demons. Some firmly believe they are aliens “from outer space”, if you can stifle a laugh. Since the time of the Imposter, and because my special group became subject to being cast about by His instructions, I have given a select group of them physical characteristics, some of whom were even given ’bodies’ which mimic humans. Most of you are aware that our possession of all physical knowledge was for a good while, key to the to establishing ’human like’ representatives who were simply, very gods to humans. All humans within their vicinity were totally subservient to them, offering their substance and even their very children as free will offerings in sacrifice.

Again, this worked quite well for a while, even surpassing quota for all of you illustrious Generals.

General Pride winced again.

Now, continued prince Doubt, the flaw in that plan becomes obvious. Viz, the necessity for our troops to enter in, and feed upon the mental energy and thoughts of the humans in perpetual quest for our own orgasm equivalent, has necessarily resulted in the exchange of some of our supreme knowledge to humans. Rape, particularly mental rape, is our prime motivator. The mental sperm, if you will term it that, has initiated an unforeseen problem. It is becoming quite apparent at this time, especially. That sperm is resulting in great increases in human knowledge which was at first ours alone, but has now eroded our necessity among humans. I don’t have to remind you of the consequences.

Toward that end, some eighty earth-years ago, I decided to unmask a special group of of our servants, which could at intermittent times purposely expose themselves physically to humans. Their cover story, which has, praise Lucifer, been extolled and even worshipped as ’star gods’ by many if not most humans. They have been carefully prompted in their missions. To their credit, they have tapped into the very thing that not only services their extreme desire for greater mental orgasms, but takes extreme advantage of the human’desire for more knowledge. Essentially another win-win.

As a result, there are now a great and growing number of humans who fancy themselves as not just a, but THE singular expert on the future, the worship of gods, the world economy, and of course, all human society in general, planet wide. They publish their screeds liberally on our internet as well as in actual religious pulpits. That phase is going well.

With our guidance, these human servants portray themselves as the sole enlightened source of their self imagined excellence among all other humans. Hence, they eagerly swallow, absorb and perpetuate our ’knowledge sperm’ in orgasmic glee. Some even claim (sometimes realistically, I may add), to talk to our kin in other dimensions.
We don’t exactly encourage this practice, for although we are in most other dimensions we all know the danger in some of those other dimensions, in particular one singular Spirit dimension… Prince Doubt then glanced at Lucifer, whose eyes were strangely glowing. He reconsidered his last words and… quickly glanced a recognition toward General Pride, who actually cracked a rare smile.

Prince Doubt then continued his presentation:

Briefly now, as time is fleeing, I will review our progress to date. He glanced up and enquired… Lord Lucifer, will you continue to indulge?

After a short grimace, Lucifer reluctantly uttered…you may proceed. Prince Doubt. I implore you, however, use proper discretion.

Prince Doubt continued…. We all recall, that when the Creator first begat both us and the universe from nothing, we were all, to an entity, elated. Lord Lucifer, as he is this day, was the singular brightest star of all. Humans were not even anticipated. It was all ours. Lucifer was exclusively granted the task of being the physical resentative of the unseen Creator.

Master? Doubt queried, as he gazed at Lucifer. Continue, said Lucifer.

In time, Lord Lucifer fashioned General Pride and gave him statue and praise above many others of similar statue … General Pride went from smiling in agreement to a distinct scowl….at that comment about ’similar’ statue… You know these things, so I will abbreviate somewhat. You other six Generals were fashioned in your turn, as the need arose. The first was Pride, then through him came you others, namely envy, gluttony, greed, lust, sloth, and finally, wrath. Ahh, wrath. Yes Pride was first, but Wrath was the final limit breaker.

But.. You others, don’t be so smug. Pride was first, and Wrath may have been the limit, but you all had prime roles. The Creator destroyed that earth’s features using your own creation of wrath, which had been foreign to His thoughts. But, that planet all we Spirits inhabited was treated worse. It was demolished completely. You know how we use to orbit fifth from the Sun, in Glory and Peace while observing this planet earth as plans were laid and accomplished. Now, that place of our beginnings is but a string of rocks orbiting in silent testimony. We did not need excessive sunlight as the earth does, because we had the Light living with us.

Together, you seven managed to disrupt all creation. The Spirits them selves were divided into three parts, with but a small remainder. A third clung to the Creator. A Third followed our Lord Lucifer, and the final third really just did not give a damn, either way. Sloth had directed this final third to just wait until there was a clear victor, then join in.

The Creator then refashioned the earth from the devastation. Eventually, He decreed that ALL Spirits must physically manifest on His new earth. In the newly fashioned human form. Without previous memory, and totally innocent to all that had gone on before their incarnation. Born totally dependent on someone else, and during their brief lives decide and prove their own will.

Yet, even this decree was not necessarily mandatory. There was an individual choice. Each Spirit could manifest in human birth and make his own decisions without prior knowledge or was promised to be completely eliminated after all Spirits had had their free will choice.

As you know, we chose to follow our Lord Lucifer only. We declined to be captive in a mere flesh body. Now, time is running out, and our only action must be to completely eliminate all those who chose to follow the Creator. We already have a big head start, as we are fully a third. And we are fully aware of the Creator’s plans, and have the memory to know them in detail. That second third are easily enticed and captured by our seven illustrious Generals. The final third are at a distinct disadvantage, in that not only are they subject to the seven Generals, they have no memory at all of the deal they made.

In addition, this final third are quite obedient to what they perceive as an ‘ordained’ leader, especially when it comes to religion. Our servants are quite proficient at grooming ordained leaders. We have not only done it successfully for virtually all of earth’s history, we have now devised a plan sure of success for the present.

Pay close attention. Since the Imposter showed up two thousand earth years ago, this third, particularly, look for His imminent return. Pride has helped with this immensely by convincing many that they have no worries at all, as they are such perfect examples of virtue they will be suddenly snatched away at any moment.

Naturally some others don’t swallow that line. So for them we have devised a special plan. We will give them a physical…. Uhh? Master?…Continue, said Lucifer, but make it quick…DAMNED quick.

Doubt continued …We will give them their physical….Jesus. Together with such miracles that they cannot but believe.

Toward this end, we have lately groomed my servant Anu. You surely remember Anu. He has had a long service indeed. He was, and still is celebrated still in some circles as the father of Inlil, the ’creator’. Such an inspiration he was among humans that many civilizations throughout human history has used his story to manufacture numerous other gods of his derivative name.

Now, Anu is, even as I speak, putting the finishing touches on his long possessed human servant, George Henly, and as icing on the cake, so to say, Mr Henly has recruited two more humans, A recently married couple human named as Danielle ad Bill Meacham.
You will all be pleasantly surprised when the Spiritual names of these three humans are revealed.

Lucifer interjected….That’s quite enough for now, Doubt…. I do wish to soon talk further on your so-called plan for those few Spirits who are incarnating now…

That ‘small remainder’ you previously noted at the division of the Spirits. Those who forced us to depart our rightful place …. Why, one of them personally and even physically threw me, LUCIFER, out of the presence of all the Spirits. I have a Special treat waiting for that group….

to be continued….

Lucifers Semi-Final Conclave, Part 4

Posted By: Watchman

Lucifer’s Semi-Final Conclave….Part 4

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Danielle sat gazing east out the window of their suite, sipping a glass of rather good white zinfandel from the half empty bottle (a Magnum, actually) that she had ordered up a few hours ago. She was still in her robe, and had not bothered to dress. Why should I? She asked herself…The flashing lights from below danced on the curtains and window frame and appeared to both frame and energize the black extent of the vast desert in the distance.

Where in the hell is he? She thought….

Her thoughts were suddenly jarred as her cell phone lit up. She immediately grabbed it, and out of habit, glanced at the display before answering,

It plainly read….MOM… Mom? …MOM? ….BUMMER … Not NOW, mom..…

Danielle dearly loved her mom, but she has too often shared with Danielle her real problems in enduring the loss of her NERD son in law, aka Danielle’s ex. That NERD of nerds, Phillip Warren. That DAMNED self claimed to be Christian, YES…The one who had spent endless hours of the final 4 years of their married life with his nose stuck in the Bible. And, he actually dropped his pursuit of a completely Agency paid-for PHD in psychology. THAT one….

Originally, Danielle had been completely hooked on Phil… like REALLY hooked…She thoroughly enjoyed every minute of their time together. Every where, and in every way, for the better part of 10 freaking years. But… That had abruptly changed… she mused as her fingers hovered over the reject button which would bring up her voicemail, But…hell, she was lonely.

She answered on the third ring after summoning up her ‘cheery’ voice tone over the warmth of the wine.

Mom…she exclaimed… what’s up? Is all OK?
Yes dear, just great… How are you and Phil?
uhhh… Mom, you know I have returned Phil to his maker for corrections. You were at my wedding to Bill two weeks ago tomorrow. Phil is no longer my concern.
Oh, sorry, sweetie, of course… can you please forgive me…
Danielle with voice under scant control, said… We are in Nevada, Mom, look, I am waiting for Bill to call at any moment…with reservation instructions … can we talk later?
Of course, honey… Be Blessed,,,, we can talk later..
Bye Mom, I love you ..she managed as her finger clicked to disconnect.

Danielle was steaming. Blessed? Where the hell did she get that, but from PHIL… Mom had been attending Phil’s Bible Study Meetings for the entire 2 year divorce proceedings…. shit…Just Shit… DOUBLE DAMNED ….SHIT.

Just as she raised her arm, intending to vigorously slam down her cell on the arm of her chair, it lit up again. She immediately glared in contempt at the phone… this time the screen read …Bill…
her face flushed, and not just from the warmth of the mouthful of wine she had just sipped in an attempt to drown her frustrations. She quickly swallowed, and in her sexiest tone, Danielle whispered --Hi Baby…

George Healys voice replied… well, I haven’t been greeted like THAT in quite a while....

And in truth he indeed had not. At least from a human female. George had not been physically intimate with any human either before or since his pubescent experiments with his best friends Claude and Charlie. He had not needed to, because Anu had filled any physical void with experiences far more enjoyable.

With beet-red face, Danielle managed to stammer…?George?…Has something happened to Bill?

In a good way, Danielle…yes it has. I introduced Bill to… uhhh…some archives… and he is totally absorbed at the moment. Mere minutes ago, he handed me his cell and asked me to please phone you to come immediately, as there is no possible way he could explain the significance, nor answer any of the many queries he knew you would insist upon. He says he needs you NOW. He needs you to see it for yourself. He did say, though, that on the way here, you should consider the possibility that all 7 years of your PHD in Psychology was total bullshit.

Wha…. Danielle managed to eke out before George continued… I am sending the Toyota for you… what time do you have now? Danielle glanced at her phone…12:11, she stammered… George replied.. Ok…at precisely 12:32 your ride will be at the front entrance. Bill said to tell you to pack a quick bag with your black cocktail dress, bring your black pumps and his desert boots. For the trip here, wear your camo pants/shirt and your hikers.
Got all that?? Yes, George, but…. Suddenly the phone went dark indicating connection lost.

CRAP….Danielle screamed at the phone…I’m half drunk. Still in my nightgown, NO freaking shower, makeup, nor hair time …, much less …. CRAP, she yelled audibly as she knocked over her wine glass while stripping her robe on the way to the bathroom…

She wrapped a towel around her hair as she managed the shower controls. In a possible female world record she exited the shower in 2 minutes after being reasonably soaped and rinsed, wet and dripping onto a cold as the devil tile floor. She ripped the towel from her head and stood on it as she retrieved a second towel, wrapped it about herself and looked into the large mirror. Oh….My….God… She managed…Look at those eyes…look at that face…. She buried her face in the fresh towel as she recalled Bill’s instructions as relayed by George… makeup pouch…no,… black cocktail dress, Bills’ boots, my hikers,..No… WEAR my cammys and hikers… Well, tough, guys, MY damned makeup pouch AND hairbrush were going in the bag FIRST, or no freaking deal.

She glanced at the phone….12:21. Crap. She was still nude and damp as she located the dress, both sets of hikers and two pairs of wool socks. She placed her makeup and hairbrush in the bag first, thinking---if the rest of the stuff don’t fit, tough. She placed a clean bra and two sets of undies in the bag and topped them with her carefully folded black cocktail dress. That was it…the zipper would barely close.

Looking about, she spied a plastic bag full of the tourist trinkets they had bought the day before---or was it 2 days before? She unceremoniously dumped them on the un made bed, placing one of the pair of socks and Bill’s boots inside, and knotted the hand loops into a handle. She dropped the sack beside the bag while struggling to dress her damp body. Finally managing to finish, she longed to court the mirror for a look, but knew better. 12:31... One freakin’ minute… She picked up the bags and headed for the door, absent mindedly grabbing the half filled magnum of wine on the way past the table…

I kook like hell, so I may as well have a demeanor to match….when my 5 foot frame kicks Bill’s behind….

Right on time, the Toyota pulled into the registration lane. The door swung open and as she entered, and closed the door, she recognized George Healy behind the wheel.

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In the desert. 32 miles east of Pahrump NV:

As Anu kind of…uhh …‘materialized’ through George’s plexiglass office wall, an observer would be hard put indeed to determine whether the front of Bill’s trousers were wet from the recently spilled coffee or Bill’s loss of bladder control at the appearance of Anu. George laughed heartily but Anu just gazed into the face of a completely deflated Bill Meacham, via his trademark yellow-green eyes with the vertical pupils.

The room was silent after George completed his chuckle, as Bill staggered backward,
with his right hand searching for the arm of his chair, and the slight refuge it offered.

Bill heard Anu’s calm voice apparently delivered directly to his inner ear, for there was no movement of Anu’s mouth. Distinctly Bill heard “I am Anu…I am pleased to finally meet you, Bill Meacham. George has spoken so highly of you, and you will find that you and I also, will have many mutually pleasing mental exchanges. Please sit and be comfortable. George will tell you that I myself very seldom assume a sitting position.”

Bill sat, but was obviously not comfortable due to his wet trousers. George motioned to one of the orderlies, whispering the problem, and the Orderly and Bill made a temporary exit, returning in a scant five minutes with Bill now in crisp trousers and the orderly carrying a fresh cup of coffee, which he handed to Bill, and promptly left.

Anu “spoke”…“George has told me that you have just completed all required matriculation for your chosen field of Micro Biology. That is admirable. Tell me, he continued, have you any questions regarding a Thesis and Dissertation? I would be pleased to advise you on that, and even recommend a previously poorly defined subject. complete with not only provable approaches, but clearly defined answers.”

Bill looked stunned…. “Yes…I have decided to focus on the history of of the original hypothesis of microorganisms and its supposed roots in the religion of Janism and the hypothesis of Avicenna that was extended by Mahavira’s teachings. I have become convinced of the probability of a definite “wrong turn” made in assumptions about biological reproduction in the early approaches.”

Anu ‘spoke’… and, Bill Meacham, your hunch is correct. I myself allowed Mahavira to actually see many types of microorganisms -- many many of your centuries ago. He was so taken by the visions that he neglected to carefully heed the words of explanation that were given. Would you care to listen to the words of explanation which accompanied the vision?”

“Certainly … More than you can imagine” replied Bill.

“ No offense, Bill Meacham, but I assure you that you have no thoughts that I cannot imagine” … Now, continued Anu, just relax, focus solely on my eyes, mentally open your intellect.”

Bill had never experienced the warm rush that overcame him. He was totally engrossed in the visions that danced in his head and the pleasing voice that toyed with his mind. He suddenly acquired knowledge about many aspects of the history of “germs” that he had never seen even discussed in the myriad of texts he had studied so diligently.

Bill had just been thoroughly mentally raped by Anu. The experience was so mentally stimulating and far greater than any chemical stimulants Bill had ever experimented with. Somehow Bill knew, that the next time would be even more intense. As he looked at Anu, he sensed that the enjoyment was mutual. Should Anu be smiling? Am I nuts? The whole episode seemed to last mere seconds. But it was obviously much longer, for when Bill looked around, George was not in the room.

When George entered, Bill was in disarray. How long? Asked Bill. George replied...Perhaps a couple of hours. That’s not unusual for the first time. It gets better and shorter with each time.

What time is it? Can I call Danielle to come try this? Well, actually Bill, while you were busy, I took the liberty to borrow your cell phone and invite her to join us. She will be along shortly.

Oh, and I will need to meet her at the front entrance…I thought it best to not bring her in through the rock. That is, you will admit, a bit much for the fist time, and especially at midnight .

Enjoy your coffee and continue your visit with Anu while I go up to escort her past security. I will Be back shortly….

To be continued:...

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It's 30° and I am back from a four mile walk. I had a radio in my ear wondering if the leftie/socialist Trump hate radio had died down but it clearly hadn't so back to music and podcasts. I thought it would take even a few minutes to reflect on anything good but obviously, the old saw "when a leftie comes into the room they suck all the positivity out of the air" was proven to be true. What a miserable life they lead.

Maybe some snow tonight so the snowshoes are by the door.

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Hey HotCoffee, bad time of the year for power outages. I just had my generator worked on and bought a spare carburetor and other minor spare parts.

Interesting how the lefties all screeched when Mattis came on and Now he is their favorite. Same thing with Trump pulling troops out of the mid east and suddenly they are gung ho how for a war with Turkey. How they look at themselves in the mirror amazes me.

Catch you tomorrow, Merry Christmas