3-18-2024 11:43pm

Chapter 46: The Vision..."Deceptions in the Air"

Beth Callahan Editor

Cover by Peter Poast Publications with Photo by Junior Cruz

Similar to what newspapers in the 19th Century did the www.warrencountypost.com. will publish a chapter a day from the book Deceptions in the Air. This fictional book is a blend of reality and conspiracy with a mix of Biblical Prophecy. My hope is that you enjoy the story, while it puts a desire in your heart to seek Truth.

Chapter 45: The Vision

At the kitchen table, it seemed as those things were back to normal for Bri and Jack as they both scarfed the frozen waffles down.

“Hey, hey. Slow down there, Cowgirl,” Jack said to Brianna, as she poured more syrup on her waffles. “I’ve never seen you eat so fast.”

Bri looked up at Jack as she stuffed another waffle piece into her mouth.

“I don’t think I can ever remember being so hungry. And if you don’t hurry up, I’m going to start on yours!” she laughed as if she were going to take the waffles from his plate.

Jack quickly grabbed her wrist and in his Rhett Butler voice said, “Frankly my dear, I don’t give an owl’s hoot… See I didn’t curse,” he laughed, coughing to get back into his Rhett voice, “So let go of my Eggo!”

Bri cracked up laughing. “Okay, but first, let go of my wrist!”

Right when Jack let go of Bri’s wrist, the fork fell from her hand as a shiver went down her spine and her expression became blank.

“What’s wrong?” Jack said getting up from his seat to get over to Bri.

Bri could not speak. She just held a blank stare and began to shiver harder. Nothing that Jack did or said seemed to get Bri to respond to him.

“Russ, get in here! Something is happening to Bri. She might be having a stroke or something!” Jack yelled.

Russ came running in, grabbing his phone off the counter and handing it to Jack, "Get ready to call 9-1-1 if we need to... Bri, can you answer us?”

As Russ pulled her chair away from the table to check her vitals, Jack pleaded for her to say something.

Bri blinked a few times. Slowly she spoke as her body still quivered. “I see him. He’s surrounded by demons. They are trying to attack him. We need to pray… We need to pray them away and pray he has strength.”

“What?” Jack said.

“Please. Put the phone down. I’m okay Jack,” Bri said still quivering uncontrollably. “But, Alex isn’t. Alex is in real trouble. I saw him on an island of ice while being trapped in a piece of ice. But, it was the ice that was protecting him. These demons were flying around this ice and one demon was trying to get his hand into the cube that was protecting him to take something from him. It was eerie and awful. He was alone. His soul was crying for help. And I kept hearing over and over again, ‘Call upon Jesus.’ We have to pray for him now. We are being called to be his warriors in prayer.”

Russ looked at Bri with concern. He had seen many “small” miraculous things in his life, but he had never been with someone who had been given such a vision.

“Okay, then... let’s start praying for him now,” Russ said taking Bri’s hand.

Jack stood back and watched as the two of them held hands and called upon the name of Jesus to protect Alex in whatever harm he was in. As the two prayed, Bri’s shivering began to calm down... eventually stopping.

At the same time her shivering stopped, over three hundred miles away in Wilmington, North Carolina, Alex body was released from its frozen state. Finally, he was able to speak.

“In the name of Jesus I am not giving you these keys!” Alex poured out.

The dark cloud that was hovering over the sun vanished and the senator’s voice became normal.

“Okay then Alex, be careful and we will see you in about three days. Have a safe trip back to DC and enjoy Michigan!” the senator said, as if the demanding of the car keys never even happened.

Alex got in his car trying to shake what had just happened and immediately drove away. But as he started to drive off, he felt a strange pain in his right index finger. Then he remembered — the chip.

“I need to remove this so they can’t trace me or see what I am doing,” he said to himself quietly, as he looked at his finger.