Is there a difference between history and fiction? |
"Your a field agent?" Darlene Lawless queried. "Yeah. Nobody notices me. I'm just a fat old man in suspenders. So, whts up?" Bob Beckel sat back behind his mahogany desks. Miss Lawless was a curvacious twenty year old in a blue one piece dress with a plunging cleavage. She folded her legs Buddha style on top of his desk. "There are forces in the world that no man can control." she stated with her thumb to her pinky finger. "We can only see a small percentage of the world about us. But, I see more with my inner third eye.. There are wicked creatures all around us waiting for an opportunity to ... " Miss lawless looked at the grandfather clock the lunar dial was at the crone. "Look I'm sure you have a good reason to come to me. But I'm just an old fashioned reporter. How can I help you with this metaphysical complex?" Bob sipped his green tea and fed his gold fish: Kimberly. Darlene's eye glowed a radiant green. "You must find Jesus." she said calmly and locked her legs about his neck. "Hey!" Bob gasped as her legs tightened about his neck. "Do you see them?" she asked with a demonic smile. Bob tried to pry her legs apart with both his hands. "Holy cow!" Bob could see tiny people running about the room .. They were naked and no bigger than his thumb. "I'm hallucinating!" he coughed. "No! They are real! Those are ghosts. The dead cannot go to Heaven without Jesus' blessing." Darlene sobbed, "These are the ghosts of my family." She released him, "They can be seen in near death." "Why are they so tiny?" Bob Beckel took a swig of his tea. "Because they have not excepted Jesus as their Lord and Savior. Their spirits are diminished and lost." Darlene wiped her tears. Bob stood up and pulled a Bible from his library. "It says he floated away on a cloud after his resurrection. How the heck am I going to find him?" Bob slammed the Bible down on his desk. "Please you must try! Only Jesus can save us!" Darlene began to shrink inside her dress until she scampered out no bigger than his thumb. "Man-Oh-Man-ashevits." Bob rubbed the back of his neck. "Darlene?" he called out. The tiny naked woman ran over to the edge of his desk. "By the power of Jesus bestowed upon me through the Holy Bible I set you free! Go to Heaven!" Bob Beckel held up the Bible. She vanished. Reflections~Can we say with certitude there is no God? >>>>>>>>>>>>> Will Bob Beckel survive another run on the FIVE? >>>>>>>>>>>>> Was Jesus a black Jew? >>>>>>>>>>>>> Is he living in Detroit? Vertago |