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Heaven on one side, hell on the other with man caught up in the middle. Which side will he choose?  One victim, a college student dead on a steamy August afternoon on a sidewalk from the highly contagious Ebola virus. The second, a beloved young priest lying dead on the cold, hard asphalt in front of the cathedral where he served after a plunge from the tip of its roof.

Dedicated homicide detective Hayden Douglan struggles against time to stop the spread of the virus as evidence confirms both men were murdered. Both victims’ destinies seem to be linked only by their mutual interest and belief in a mysterious, ancient document from the Middle East. Faith and courage will be tested as information leads to corruption in the highest levels of the religious community and the police department itself then finally to a powerful mystic cloistered behind the walls of a beautiful monastery near Vienna, Austria.

Inspiration!

 
 
 

 Inspiration
  
 Mad scribblings that 
 Light up the night
 Darkness surrounds
 The moving glow of
 My fingers
 Where you Spirit 
 Stops to linger
 Over my empty page
  
 Oh, wisest, dearest sage
 Come once again
 Pause precious friend
 On your busy ways
 And do not shun
 To leave again
 Your priceless Inspiration!
  
   

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Heaven on one side, hell on the other with man caught up in the middle. Which side will he choose?

One victim, a college student dead on a steamy August afternoon on a sidewalk from the highly contagious Ebola virus. The second, a beloved young priest lying dead on the cold, hard asphalt in front of the cathedral where he served after a plunge from the tip of its roof.

Dedicated homicide detective Hayden Douglan struggles against time to stop the spread of the virus as evidence confirms both men were murdered. Both victims’ destinies seem to be linked only by their mutual interest and belief in a mysterious, ancient document from the Middle East. Faith and courage will be tested as information leads to corruption in the highest levels of the religious community and the police department itself then finally to a powerful mystic cloistered behind the walls of a beautiful monastery near Vienna, Austria.

His Power over Darkness

According to my adoption records I was a sensitive child. I once had an elder of a church say he thought I was a spiritually sensitive person. I know it has been a blessing in my life. I know in this world, especially in our very wealthy, money oriented culture that is so in love with ourselves, money, possessions, and pleasure, we have a tendency to deny or neglect the spiritual aspects of our lives. We are truly spirits only temporarily connected to our physical shell.

I have had several supernatural experiences, and what I guess I’m trying to lead up to is I have had three encounters with demons, very dark creatures.

The first happened many years ago when I was going through a very dark time in my life but trying to draw closer to Christ and God and the Holy Spirit. I woke up one night and a dark mass felt like it was laying on my chest. I was afraid and all I could think to do was say “In the name of Jesus of Nazareth, be gone.” It immediately was gone, left.

The second encounter was when I was on my first round of chemotherapy for my breast cancer. I was sleeping in an old recliner and suddenly woke up. I looked down and this dark person was laying on top of me. It looked up at me, smiled a perverted smile and asked, “Susie, what are you trying to do with this book.” I naturally was frightened but again said, “In the name of Jesus of Nazareth, be gone.” Within a heartbeat, it was gone. I was at the time working on a novel which I have finished which was about the useless divisions within our Christian churches or denominations we have created.

The third experience came about a year ago. I am still suffering fatigue from all the cancer treatments. One night I was awake, and a very dark man was in the room with me suddenly. I said, “In the name of Jesus of Nazareth, be gone.” He said to me, “No, it doesn’t work that way.” I immediately yelled for a second time, “Oh yes, it does. In the name of Jesus of Nazareth, be gone.” And he disappeared instantaneously.

Praise you Lord Jesus for the beauty of your face, your great and loving heart and also for your wonderful power and authority over everything in creation. Bless you Lord!! Thank you for your salvation from all of Satan’s schemes against us.

Still Walk

 
 
 

 Still Walk
  
 Still, quiet, slow
 Calming
 Taking each step
 One at a time
 A spirit moves
 Follows behind
  
 Placing each foot
 Firmly
 Upon this dusty earth
 Peace, stillness
 Both given new birth
  
 They are brought to life
 Again
 Each footstep He takes
 Will never be erased
 Even in the midst
 Of life’s harshly blowing sands
  
 His presence, Himself
 This Creator Christ
 Walking still among us
 Leaving footprints
 To follow if you will look
 to truly see and trust
  
 So, risk the walk, begin
 Put your foot inside
 His footsteps left behind 
 He leaves those promises
 Of His Peace to reassure
 Those who will struggle 
 Stay faithful, pure
 Unto the very end!
  
 Peace I leave you. My peace I give to you. I do not give as the world gives. Do not be afraid
 and do not let your hearts be troubled. John 14:27  
  
  
   

Buildings

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 Buildings
  
 Buildings
 Scraping the sky
 Tall 
 Virtually canyon
 Walls 
 Of concrete, steel
 Glass, stone
 I look up to feel
 Microscopic beside
 Them
  
 Cold, impersonal
 Hard
 Where is the soul
 Not within a shard
 Of them
 We have lost our 
 Way
 Giving sway
 To concrete
  
 Looking into the sky
 I cannot help but
 Realize
 This world, culture
 Has denied
 The one who made
 Us
 Loves us, cares for
 Us 
  
 A holy, magnificent
 God 
 So we would not 
 be lost
 Daily, over our heads
 He pleads, begs
 Pursues
 Me, I, you & you
 & you
  
 
 But our hearts
 Lay hardened
 Rebuffing, 
 Rejecting
 The One who
 Loves the most
 Father, Son &
 Holy Ghost
  
 Our souls lay hard, buried
 Within, beneath the concrete