This is an excerpt from the novel, The Force - a prophetic revelation.

CHAPTER ONE - Flight

Slowly, Jeb relaxed as he felt the tension fade away. There was just something special about being behind the controls of his Cessna. Having left earlier that morning from New York City, he had left the Lear in a hanger at an airport in the Chicago area. It’s servicing was being overseen by the co-pilot. That’s where Jeb had picked up his smaller plane.

This was the last leg of a trip that he had been anticipating for several weeks. Looking forward to seeing his wife and two children and grandchildren, Jeb could feel the familiar excitement beginning to move in. He and Meg, as well as the rest of the family, always enjoyed the time that they spent in any wilderness area.

As the head of a large corporation, Medford International, Jeb was faced with the pressures common to the job. However, besides the pressures of acquisitions and mergers, Jeb had been faced for more than six years with a real and dangerous threat.

He had recently been placed on the hit list of The Force. The Force had started out innocently enough, as an organization to promote peace and harmony in the world. It has been said that the seeds of its destruction are inherent in the beginning of every organization. Whether that was the cause or perhaps infiltration from the outside, Jeb wasn’t sure, but somewhere this “ideal endeavor” had taken a wrong turn.

As he stretched his long legs out in the spacious cockpit, he thought wryly that this whole peace movement had really “swarmed”. As Jeb leveled the plane out, he made a gentle turn heading toward the south. Engaging the autopilot, he withdrew a small pouch from his duffel bag that had been placed on the passenger seat.

Jeb then removed his suit coat, tie and shirt. Pulling up the sleeve of his T-shirt, Jeb doused his left shoulder with rubbing alcohol taken from the pouch. Then removing a small exacto knife, Jeb proceeded to make a tiny slit through the skin of his left shoulder. Very carefully, he removed on the blade of the knife his “locator chip”.

The small chip was placed inside a wooden box that was equipped with a specially designed battery to mimic the energy of his body. Jeb then stopped the bleeding of his shoulder with a pad of gauze. Noting the freight train that was a couple of miles ahead, Jeb began a slow descent and gradually cut back on the plane’s throttle. Having accessed the train schedule on line, he had determined ahead of time that there would be a train headed south at this time. The fact that this was a train made up of over a hundred open hopper cars meant that he wouldn’t have to look further to carry out the next step of his plan.

Opening his window and flying as low as he dared, Jeb dropped the heavy wooden box and sighed with relief as he saw it fall into one of the hopper cars. Gaining altitude, Jeb continued in a southerly direction for another thirty minutes........

CHAPTER 5 - The Resistance

As Jeb falls asleep, the activity in the spiritual realm takes on a placid, seemingly benign aura. This is totally opposite of the action of the past two days. Tobiah and Riothamus, the two warrior angels directly responsible for Jeb, are enjoying the lull in activity.

While it is true that angels can go for extended periods without rest or food, they do need times of rejuvenation. As these two warriors relax, they are still aware of the enemy forces that have fallen back just beyond the horizon. Munching on a piece of deployment cake, Tobiah looks at his companion and gives a “thumbs up” signal.

Riothamus acknowledges Tobiah’s gesture and says, “I was really glad when those demons finally broke ranks and fled.”

“Yes, I can only imagine what they are going through right now. Abaddon would be a hard taskmaster.”

Tobiah nods and says quietly, “I was just thinking back over the battles of the past two days. If you recall, when we arrived at the airport in Chicago, we were engulfed in such a large hoard of demons that there just was not anything that we could do.”

“Yes,” Riothamus nods with a flash of excitement in his eyes. He then continues, “Apparently Uriel had sent out a distress call just as we were arriving. That is when Jeb’s family began to intercede. Within an hour you could see the demons beginning to fall back. I can still feel that surge of assurance as their prayers were lifted to the heavenlies.”

“That is so,” agrees Tobiah.
“I always get excited when I see my laser sword shining more brightly.”

“But you know,” Riothamus said slowly, “It was apparently during that hour, that the demons were able to activate a human to place the bomb inside the cowling of the Cessna. It must have been right after Jeb had made the preflight inspection. That is when he had gone into the office to file his flight plan.”

“Then, when Mrs. Goodman, Jeb’s Sunday school teacher from the Junior Department, began to pray for Jeb, the battle turned completely around. That was when I was able to reset the timer. “ Riothamus said matter - of - factly.

As these two comrades in arms talk quietly, they are still feeling the rejuvenation imparted by the prayers of the saints. The fact that there were intercessors, who heeded the call, meant that the entire battle took on a new life of its own. Where there had been an overwhelming evil force, suddenly additional warrior angels were released to battle the forces of darkness.

Call to prayer

Jeb’s family members at Lost Lake were called to intercessory prayer for Jeb’s safety. The first thing that happened was that the forces of the warrior angels were strengthened. Then, once Mrs. Goodman began to pray, Riothamus was able to reset the timer on the bomb. These actions were being done in the midst of battles that would make the encounters of “Star Wars” seem like child’s play.

It was when the bomb’s timer had 45 minutes to go before detonation, that Tobiah managed to cause some of the plane’s instruments to malfunction. The result of this action was Jeb’s discovery of the bomb.

This conflict in the spiritual realm, would ebb and flow in direct response to the prayer actions of those who were interceding. It was Alfred Tennyson who, after a look into the realities of the spirit realm said, “More things are wrought by prayer than this world dreams of.”

This has been a brief look at the supernatural and the interplay between the physical and spiritual realms. It has been given as a means of explanation of the forces at play in this conflict between The Force and The Resistance.

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