Paradoxical II Prophecies & Premonitions

PROLOGUE

The portal opened and expanding, made a large aperture in the back wall of Sheila's bedroom. Strange beings scattered from the opening into the room trying to escape from the vortex in which they existed. Others had before escaped into this world of light and warmth, resisting the force that pulled them back into the nothingness.

They were different in makeup, some were physical, some were ethereal, and some were of a different nature altogether. How long had they existed in this abyss...none knew for certain. Some remembered where they had been before...most did not.

The apparitions, entities, spirits, and strange creatures...floated, scattered, and scampered across the room, looking for the doorway that the others had escaped through. They searched, desperate to locate the opening before the reversal force of the vortex pulled them back through the portal. In frustration, some knocked over the spectral cameras and equipment that were set up in the room to document and record phenomena. Other creatures tried to attach to the furniture and equipment as the whirlwind pulled them back.

The ethereal beings, the ones without physical bodies, where the first to be suctioned back through the portal. As the force intensified, entities both spiritual and physical lost their hold on the objects of this world and went screeching and screaming back through the portal in the wall. The swirling vortex intensified to the point where anything that was not bolted to the wall or the floor of the room went hurling back through the portal in the wall.

The passageway began to constrict as the whirl of the force pulled a queen-sized water bed upright smashing it against the solid wall. The mattress exploded, drenching the spectral cameras and sound equipment strapped to the desk and bolted to the floor. This caused a short circuit, plunging the room into total darkness. The hole closed with a loud whoosh and for a minute the only sound was water dripping off the equipment.

He let go of the heavy bed-frame that he had wrapped his arms and legs around when the forces of the dimensional whirlpool started to reverse. He saw a sliver of light coming from beneath the large rectangle that he assumed was a door. He did not know where he was or when it was, however it was very similar to where he came from...although it seemed as though the era was of old. He made his way carefully over to the door, searching with his hands for the sensor that would open it. He could not locate it and tried using voice and movement that opened the doors where he came from. Nothing worked and he located a knob halfway down the right side of the door. He twisted it left and right, however the door would not open. He started banging and calling out for help. He could hear voices outside and they were speaking an old English...part of the universal language!

Someone was calling for someone else named...Derek, and he began to panic as the door remained closed. Soon more voices joined the ones on the other side of the door. He shouted through the solid barrier, telling the people outside who he was and where he was from. He asked an unseen voice for the date and location of where he was. A man identified himself as Dr. Jonathan Andrews, and told him that he was at the Association for the Scientific Research of Phenomena...the ASRP. Jonathon stated that it was the year 2015. As Andrews unlocked and opened the door, he heard a man exclaim in an astounded voice.

Impossible...that was over 400 years ago!

Paradoxical I: Angels & Apparitions: Correlates the possibility that apparitions, spirits, and strange creatures, actuality exist in alternate worlds and dimensions from ours. Documenting unnatural phenomena occurring throughout the world, a team of scientists, researchers, mystics, and spiritualists join together to unify and assist each other in understanding why this unexplained paranormal phenomena is happening and why. Is it the end of time, the end of our world and our existence? If so, where do we go...heaven hell, or exist in some strange limbo, trying to find our way back. The saga continues with Paradoxical II: Prophecies & Premonitions.

*For in the lived truth of creation, and the mystical forces that govern the universe... there is the fear, terror and panic of everything above, beyond, beneath...and within!*

1. ANXIETIES

*A state of apprehension and psychic tension occurring in some form of mental distress or disorder.*

Allison awoke from her dream, hoping that she had not screamed aloud. She sat upright in her bed, her heart pounding, her body drenched in sweat. The dream, vision, or premonition she had, was similar, but more intense and terrifying than the previous ones. Even after her father Tucker had disappeared into the aperture that had opened in the sky, she had not had any predeterminations about his fate, however she still had dreams about her brother Ryder.

Ryder was helping with research at the Association of Scientific Research of Phenomena, known publicly as the ASRP. He was a marine biologist invited to participate with Professor Anton Breckenridge and his group of quantum physicists. This group included the professor, and two of his brightest grad students, Monica Greene and Chad Wilson, a good friend of Ryder's. The Association consisted of Dr. Jonathan Andrews, astrological engineer Nico Papadakis, and meteorologist Sheila Adrieux. Researchers also included paranormal investigators, Dr. Brenda Highland, Derek Marshall, Emma Foster, and Mark Ayers. Her Uncle Simon was there too, and although Allison wanted to stay, he insisted that she return home and be with her mother who was understandably upset about her father's disappearance. Upon Simon and Ryder's insistence, Dale Kingsley, Tucker's shrimp fishing partner, would stay with Allison and her mother so he could keep the business afloat. He would also make sure Allie was safe and away from all the paranormal phenomena and happenings going on at the Association.

She reached for her cell phone to call Ryder and find out if he was okay. She heard her mother calling through her bedroom door asking Allie if she was alright. So she apparently had cried out in her sleep, she thought. Poor mom, she never understood Granddad, Dad's, and her ability to sense things, or envision events that might or might not come true. Dad had denied the gift for most of his life until he started seeing and knowing things pertaining to the disappearance of his brother Simon.

Now Uncle Simon was back from some sort of alternate world or dimension, and Tucker Ferris was lost. She tried to compose herself and her thoughts as her mother entered the room.

Allie...what is the matter? Why were you yelling for Ryder, she questioned. Allison did not want to alarm her mother, at least not until she found out if Ryder was alright. The Ferris family had been through so much already and her mother was in a state of denial, which actually was better than the duress she suffered from anxiety. Thank God Dale Kingsley was here while Ryder and Uncle Simon remained at the Association, hoping to locate and bring her father back as Uncle Simon and that British man had returned.

Allison's thoughts strayed to the day when her father disappeared and Simon had come back. They were on their way home on the fishing boat, when they saw the old WWI airplane emerge from the aperture in the atmosphere.

They heard the sound of the crash as it nose-dived into the ocean. The whirlwinds started to reverse, and Dale shouted at her to hang on, as he ran to the side of the boat to see if there were people aboard the wreckage of the plane. She had looked up to see her father being suctioned through the same portal that the plane had come from.

Her pretty young face showed signs of duress as she remembered that day. Lost in those dismal thoughts, she was startled when her mother laid her hand on her shoulder, shaking the girl slightly.

Allison, what is wrong? Are you alright, her mother asked again.

I'm okay Mom. Just a bad dream I guess, she answered. She would not try to explain the dream or the premonition she had because it would upset her mother to the point where she might have an anxiety attack again, or worse. When her father disappeared, her mother suffered such an attack that she was hospitalized for a week, having trouble breathing. The doctor explained that she might have suffered a mild stroke, however the next one could be a heart attack or massive stroke. Allie tried a small smile, to complacent her mother. Mr. Ferris nodded and patted her daughter's hand.

I am making breakfast, eggs, bacon, and blueberry muffins, she told her daughter as she turned to go. Dale is fixing his thermos and lunch to go out today. I guess there is a school of large prawn he has been tracking. This got Allie moving. She wanted to speak to Dale about her dream before he left. He understood about her gift, and he witnessed unexplained happenings, the disappearance of Tucker Ferris and Simon Ferris's return.

Be right there Mom, she called already throwing on her robe and brushing her fingers through her hair. She thought about calling Ryder first but then thought, if something happened...someone surely would have called! She hurried down the stairs, almost running into Dale as he was coming up to tell her about the call he received earlier from the Association!

****

Annie Tahoma left for her walk before the village, or the sun rose. She knew that Soaring Eagle...his Christian name Joseph Waneka, would want to accompany her on her endeavor. However she must go alone for her animal spirit had shown her what she must do. Joseph was the Hatalli, the medicine man of the Navajo village. His sacred name, Soaring Eagle was given to him as an apprentice. Joseph's animal spirit was the wolf, the spirit of strength, and leadership. Annie's spirit was the desert horned lizard, sometimes referred to as the horny toad, who had the power to heal...such as she did.

She watched the shadow of the spirit before her as it floated over the desert sand. It slowed for her, waiting until she was almost upon it, and then went ahead a couple more feet. Annie had not brought a lantern for she did not want anyone to see her. The sunrise had less than an hour to come. Suddenly the shadow stopped, and its ethereal form faded as the darkness brightened to where Annie could place the landmarks. Her stomach tightened with foreboding as she recognized the spot where she had been taken through a gateway into another realm years ago. It was close to where the two young hunters had disappeared several months before, and her heart tightened in her chest.

Her breathing became harsh and her blood pounded in her temples as the circle of light began to expand and a blast of swirling cold air emerged from the portal that had opened. Annie held up her hands to shield her eyes from the dust and sand. She stood, a small woman, a healer of the village, until a voice called from inside the gateway. She called back, afraid to go any closer, and that is when someone, or something, came through the portal. Annie swooned, falling to the desert floor, and that is where Joseph Waneka found her, twenty minutes later.

****

Gregory Guillaume woke in a state of apprehension. He was an Asogwe, a voodoo priest, a believer of the mystic forces of the universe and the Creator of all. His friend Joseph Waneka and the saints and spirits of the one Creator, had empowered him with his own animal guide, the eagle. This gift enabled him the foresight and prescience to know what may occur. The dream he just had was about the Navajo healer, Annie Tahoma. He sensed that she was in danger, and he immediately phoned Joseph, who in turn ran to her house with cell phone in hand.

She is not here, he said to Gregory. Where could she have gone?

I believe she is in the desert by the path leading to the river. It is the same location where she was taken years ago, Gregory confirmed. It is very close to the camp where the two young hunters disappeared. Joseph told Gregory that he would find her, and grabbing a lantern and calling for Annie's son to come with him, he hurried into the desert, a sense of foreboding making him run in the dark pre-dawn desert.

He knelt over her, relieved to find her yet wondering if she was alright.

Annie, he said softly, brushing the hair away from her sweat dampened face. She opened her eyes, and then started to flay her arms, her hands striking Joseph as he tried to grab them and reassure her at the same time.

"Annie, it's me...Joseph he said as Annie's son Tommy ran up to them. This brought another startled scream from Annie and she tried to pull back from Joseph, her eyes and mouth open wide.

Shima, Tommy called to her using the Navajo name for mother. This finally penetrated Annie's traumatic state, and she ceased struggling. She brought her hand up to Joseph's face and extended her hand to her son.

Joseph, Tommy, where am I, she asked, beseeching them with her eyes.

You are here Annie, in the desert, half a mile from our village. She sat up with Joseph's help, looking around with apprehension.

What happened, Joseph asked while Tommy offered his mother a cloth to wipe her face.

I had a vision, she explained. I was to follow my animal spirit to this place to help...someone. The hole, the portal opened and I...heard someone call to me. Then...I don't know, something happened and that's all I remember until I saw you.

She closed her eyes, relaxing against him. Joseph nodded, waiting for Annie to gain her composure when suddenly her eyes flew open. She tried to struggle to her feet looking anxiously around the desert that was just beginning to awaken to the morning dawn.

Did you see it, she demanded of the two men! Did you see whomever or whatever came through the portal?

****

Gregory had just finished talking to Joseph Waneka, relieved to hear that Annie Tahoma was safe, but worried about her claim that something had escaped through the portal into this domain. The phenomena of people disappearing into other worlds, seemed now to be in reversal.

Had he somehow been involved with opening unknown dimensions by invoking the Loa, the spirits or saints to ask for guidance and knowledge? He and Joseph had also invoked the animal spiritual guides for their assistance. Had they angered the Creator...the encompassing force and power of the universe? If so, they were not the only ones to ask for abetment.

Gregory's niece Sheila worked for the Association for the Scientific Research of Phenomena, the ASRP, and they had launched some sort of a rocket equipped with cameras and sound recorders into an aperture that appeared in the atmosphere of the Bermuda Triangle. They had the assistance of a group of physicists and a team of paranormal researchers to try to understand the numerous disappearances within this area. He did not have long to speculate because his cell phone rang. Sheila was on the ID caller.

Mon Cher, I was just thinking about you, he said, happy to be speaking to her.

Onkel Gregory, I... Sheila put her hand over the mouthpiece to speak to someone else. Gregory waited, anticipating another foreshadowing of events.

I am sorry Onkel. Dr. Andrews wants to speak to you, if that is alright?

Of course my dear. I will speak to you later. Saints soient avec vous," he told her in French...May the Saints watch over you. Dr. Andrews spoke into the phone.

Monsieur Guillaume, I am sorry to interrupt your conversation with your niece, however we need your cognizant pertaining to the situation we find ourselves in at the Association, Jonathan began.

Please, call me Gregory. In this present state of extremities, there is no time for formalities, he responded.

Yes I agree Gregory. Alright, we have discovered that portals or apertures that open into this world, are different, pertaining to the beings and creatures that exist in these dimensions or alternate worlds. Professor...I mean Anton, has formulated a mathematical equation that explains the possibilities of astral travel through these dimensions to our world...and others. Simon Ferris and Joseph Winslow exemplify the theory of time travel and projection through countless dimensions and worlds and the origin of equilateral forces to balance the fundamental equation between dimensions, astral planes, and the universe.

Yes Jonathan, I understand. What do you need from me, Gregory asked.

You know about the beings that escaped into this world through the portal that opened in Sheila's bedroom. The spirits or ethereal beings have all vanished. We use to see them from time to time, floating around the hallways, but they seemed frightened of us. It is the physical creatures that are causing concern. Many of the strange beings have died and some escaped back through the portal when it opened. You see Gregory, it seems they cannot exist in this world. The one creature that stayed, is failing, but refuses to leave Brenda Highland or go back through the portal by itself. This happened less than two weeks ago, and all but this one have died, disintegrated, or simply vanished. I think that certain people, mediums like Brenda, have the ability to open gateways to dimensions and other worlds. Priests, such as yourself and other faiths, are able to bring or abolish entities through rituals and ceremonies. You are a priest, a governor of spiritual and mystic forces. Gregory, what has come into our world, has not survived to return through the dimensional portal. What will happen when the electromagnetism gravitational force that exist between the worlds, needs to equalize the balance of its objectives, Jonathan asked. Will it pull people back through as it did when Simon Ferris escaped, and Tucker Ferris disappeared?

****

Elaina Tesky felt the familiar clenching of her stomach muscles as she climbed the stairs to the podium. This was the second time she would speak and deliver her message to a magnitude of God's children. She had at times talked to the locals, and of course the Bishop and her three consociates, Father Lucien, Father Orlon, and Father Sebastian. She looked up as Lucien took her arm to steady her. The Church echoed with excited shouts, and Orlon stood at the platform with his arms raised trying to calm the crowd. Elaina glanced at the beautiful architecture of St. Peter's Basilica in Vatican City. Known as the largest church in the world, it was packed with over ten thousand people, along with news commentators and their crews.

The noise, the large structural domes of the Basilica, the heat of the day and the lights, caused the girl to swoon, however Sebastian had closed in behind her, and he and Lucien were able to keep her on her feet. She smiled gratefully at them and nodded her head when they inquired to her wellbeing. They each took her arm as she walked the few remaining steps to the platform. Bishop Stolinski stood at the dais, surrounded by sound equipment attempting to control the level of noise so that the girl could speak. Elaina glanced out over the ocean of people and her lungs constricted with anxiety. She wondered if Abraham, Daniel, Jeremiah or Miriam, the first woman prophet had felt like this before delivering God's command. She stood beside the Bishop, with Lucien and Sebastian still holding her arms, and waited for her introduction. The podium was crowded with newscasters, reporters, cameras, sound equipment, interpreters and translators from all over the world.

Once again Elaina was filled with apprehension. Millions of people would hear her speak today. She heard the cacophony escalate to the point where she could not hear the Bishop shouting into the microphones. How am I to convey God's word, she thought. They will not listen, not even to the Bishop! The crowd's noise became unbearable. There were people shouting, screaming, and crying...in all languages.

Bishop Stolinski slammed his hands down on the pulpit in frustration. He shouted to Lucien to take the girl out through the doors that lead into the garden. The crowd now began to stomp, scream, and fight amongst the magnitude to try and reach the prophet. They overran the stairs, pushing the commentators and guards out of their way, trampling the equipment and each other in their effort to reach the prophet. Lucien, Sebastian, and Orlon formed a protective circle around her, and the Bishop stood in front