By

Melissa Walnum

Introduction

      What you are about to read is dedicated to the education of those of you on mortal Earth. God does that sound pompous. Let’s start over. My name is Luci, and I am an immortal guide from the other side. Okay did I make you laugh? How about a little smile? Come on, that was funny, immortal guide from the other side, tough audience. I’m a very old soul. I have never been mortal. I walked your Earth well before Christ but this isn’t about me, at least for now.

      Seriously, if you can open your minds, you are about to be given a great gift. You will receive the great gift of knowledge. I know many of you have read stories that told you they were true but could only be published as a novel. Sometimes they were even telling the truth. This is one of those times. For those of you who laugh; so be it.

      Many of us have believed for several centuries that you should be given some information about the other side. Sadly, others don’t agree. A decision was made long ago that mortals would never be given absolute proof of the existence of God. Or that you would in truth live on, after your mortal death. It is up to you to choose for yourself, what, or if you believe. We do believe you can still learn and grow with the so called veil between our worlds partially pulled back. We agree you can’t know all. You couldn’t take it all in, not in one mortal lifetime.

      This first book was primarily, brought together by myself. With some narration by a true character, you are about to meet named Shamus. I think you will grow to love him. However, then again, I’m a bit prejudiced. I also had help from another person you will meet. Nevertheless, with a possible back lash coming, I won’t name him, or her. After you read the book I’ll tell you a little more. But, read the book first, no cheating!

Chapter 1

Good and Evil

      Sometimes good tries so hard, it crosses the line.

If true, then evil may do the same. Maybe it tries to make its

point so badly, it makes the case for the side of the light.

Shamus

                         In a metaphysical mood

      I am not certain why I have agreed to this . . . except an acquaintance of several centuries. A rather idealistic fool . . . asked me.

      Sam is a guide, and scribe, who was also one in his mortal life. He lived over two thousand years ago as a personal slave and chronicler of Pontius Pilate. At the present, he is training a new scribe, and he wants a brief biography.

Brief?

      I have lived on, and walked your Earth. For more millennia, than any mere mortal could possible comprehend. It would take countless volumes to begin to understand my life, but what the devil? As I have said, Sam is an interesting fool. I guess I can trim it down. And the idea of working with his protégé, I believe named Clair is rather intriguing.

      Two things I find unusual. First, and the main reason I am involved in this project. I believe mortals should know. At least some of what goes on beyond your veiled world. And second, this is the first time I am aware, a scribe was allowed to begin their training while still mortal. It must be part of her, progression.

      All right, I have to stop talking to myself. Dad will send me to see Dr. Freud, eek. Back to work.

      I and my infernal big mouth; Sam just told me he wants it all. I say my life would take volumes. And he tells me to go for it. At least I saw Clair when she left this ridiculous recorder to spill my guts out on. I thought your technology was better than this.

      Okay, I like it. What can I say? I may have a monumental ego, but I am honest. More so than most creatures you will find in the universe.

      Where do I begin? Blah, Blah, Blah, my father would be whom you would call the Prince of Darkness, Satan. Shortly after that fiasco in heaven, and Fathers relocation, he became bored and created me. I have remained his loyal and loving son.

      From the beginning, my name is Za’mZu’mmin. I know you cannot pronounce it. What would I expect? I gave up around four hundred years ago and started going by the name Shamus. You may call me that. When I am on your realm, I use the surname Daemocolo, amongst others.

      I have never understood why I was named Za’mZu’mmin. Though I understand my parents are truly sick people. I have been told the name means chaos, confusion, vitality worries and fears. Also, rule by physical force without any restraining influences. Some I like others not. It is also in the bible Deuteronomy 2:20. I do not understand the giant reference, I am not that tall. Look it up and see what you think? Whatever, I prefer Shamus.

      Boredom, after so long, Hell does get to be a bore. So I like to spend time on your Earth, among other places. However,, then again, Father would be upset if I spoke of that. That is if he caught me anyway.

      Descriptions: I am six foot two inches tall, with a slightly muscular frame. My eyes are hazel. My hair is dark auburn. Wavy and normally worn around shoulder length. I have finely chiseled features that have been called gorgeous by some. This is not ego talking. It is true. I did not create my looks; Father did. Pretty much in his own image, though I am a bit taller.

      Did I shock you? Good. You probable have heard all the shit about cloven hooves and horns. Let me tell you. Dad has not done that since a Halloween party over seventy years ago.

      We do have such fun. Ah the Friday night barbecues. Father by the bonfire, roasting barbarians on the spit, blackened Cajun style. Mother complaining he is over cooking them. Now come on. We do not eat barbarians. They are much too tough. We do like to occasionally barbecue a nice fat ox. They seem to have gone out of style in many places. We prefer the richer flavor. Okay, they are not real oxen. Our meat is veggie based. It is just a lot better than what you eat. What is it with most of you? How on Gods' earth, do you eat what you do? Flesh, brains, eye balls, yuck!

      If you are good, I will tell you a secret or two. Even about my father. People always want to hear about my dear old dad. He Is the Prince of Darkness ruler of the Earth, bigger ego than meeee. Devil, Satan, what have you, you can find a dozen or more names if you will? However, he is my grand old dad.

      Here is the good stuff. A little secret, as I watch your Earth in the past decade or so. You people have truly gotten into the internet. I love it. The World Wide Web, it is in millions of homes worldwide.

      Have you ever wondered where it came from? Who started it? I know some of you have heard it was the military in WW2. Yes and no. All said and done it was my dad. Think about it. My father is the true ruler of the planet Earth. It is in your infernal Bible, look it up. Dad has not wanted to come up much the last few decades. I do not blame him. With all the carnage that goes on. Nevertheless, he does need to keep up with what is going on.

      Oh how it grew. Dad did not even expect it. He saw it as a side project. And it got out of hand, boy did it. Dad does not see it. I keep telling him. But he does not understand. He just decided it was a great way to keep tabs from the comfort of home.

      I really love it. The things you can do and learn.

      I know there are those who claim it as their own. However, honestly do you know who is in command?

      There is always, ultimately, someone in charge. Someone is always . . . mark my words . . . top dog. Yes Virginia, Satan owns the internet.

      How would you like another dose of wisdom by Shamus? What do you think? Catchy, would you not agree? “A dose of wisdom by Shamus,” I will put it on my business cards.

      We infiltrate. You would be surprised how many of us walk on your Earth, at any given time. Someone has to at least try to keep you in line. And keep you from blowing yourselves apart. Someone has to at least try to keep you in line. And keep you from blowing yourselves apart. The ski is falling, the sky is falling, what goobers. Well, you are a few years into the century, and the sky did not fall. And, your precious computers did not make all civilizations implode.

      Things did heat up although, so more immortals were assigned to make certain you did not blow yourselves to Hell. Remember this. We do not want you in Hell. We just got things the way we want them.

      What is it with you humans? I just do not understand. You have a perfectly beautiful planet with vast resources. You should all be able to live a perfectly wonderful life, contemplating your navels. With all the food, games, and beauty of nature, you could possibly want.

      But no, you want to fight. Kill each other in wars over land, and things. And, by the name of God, you end up destroying everything standing. Then you haul off your spoils. It has been happening since mortals walked the Earth.

      Then after everything is blown to smithereens, you cry to God- why have you forsaken me? Why do you not care? Or you drag out the old stand by. It is all the fault of the big bad Devil. Get a grip.

      Hello, out there. Any active brain cells among you? You have FREE WILL. Remember no one wanted Dad’s help. What you do in your everyday life is entirely your fault.

      Personally, I believe you deserve what you get. Thankfully, for you, I do not have control. Nevertheless, I am assigned to a group that keeps an eye on you. We do not make anyone do anything. We do try to guide you from total obliteration. You never know where we may be. You may very well have a friend at work or in your group that is immortal. Guidance is by example, and mentoring only. Remember this can be good or bad.

      Get the feeling I have changed sides, since I talk about trying to keep you in one piece? Think again. If you are really, really good I will explain it to you later. If you are really, really bad I will tell you sooner.

      I spent little time on your Earth the last few years of the twentieth century. Father needed me elsewhere. However, I spent the New Years Eve in Sydney. I will give you this; your planet toasted the millennium in style.

      The Eiffel tower, Big Ben, Sydney, Harbor, it was great. For one brief shining moment your world came together.

      Then came September 11, 2001, and the world changed forever.