Showing posts with label Jesus. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Jesus. Show all posts

Friday, 23 November 2012

Chpt. 18 - Don't Shoot the Messenger by Daniel Grant Newton


For the previous chapters of Daniel Grant Newton's online book Don't Shoot the Messenger, click below:

Chapter 1      Chapter 2      Chapter 3      Chapter 4      Chapter 5      Chapter 6      Chapter 7      Chapter 8      Chapter 9      Chapter 10     Chapter 11      Chapter 12      Chapter 13      Chapter 14     Chapter 15     
Chapter 16     Chapter 17



“If you bring forth what is within you, what you bring forth will save you. If you do not bring forth what is within you, what you do not bring forth will destroy you,” Yēšûă announced to the crowd, his arms spread wide.
The crowd were silent, transfixed on the man before them.
“Today men are here who wish to kill me,” he continued, to the gasping and whispering of the crowd, “but they do not realise that I do not have your key to the Kingdom of Heaven.  I said it when I arrived in your village, and I shall say it again, the Kingdom of Heaven is within you.  And so my message will never die, as it is not of flesh and blood, but will live on in every fibre of your physical and spiritual being.  And live on in every generation hereafter.  The message is immortal.”
“When do we get to kill him?” growled Kofi Nelson under his breath, a former Ghanaian-rebel-turn-elite-spy for the United States, and now working under Spider’s team.  “If we kill him now people will know he has been murdered, and his legacy will grow.”
Kofi Nelson closely shadowed Spider’s movements through the sea of people.
“That is why we’ll make him disappear,” Spider smirked back at him.  “Jude is out of the picture, perhaps finding out whether the Kingdom of Heaven really is inside himself, and we have all the time in the world.  We’ll follow him after the speech, and take him and his followers out.”
Spider put his two-way radio to his mouth.  “Team ‘A’ come in, over,” he called.
As he pulled his finger off the speaker, all that could be heard was static.
“Come in Team ‘A’, this is Spider, over,” he said again.
His eyes darted about the square and surrounding building tops.
“Team ‘B’, come in, over,” Spider spoke into his radio.  However, there too was only static on the other end.
“Come in Team ‘B’, over,” he repeated the order forcefully.  Still no answer.
Spider motioned for Kofi to move around the perimeter of the crowd.  “Jude is not dead, apparently.”
“It takes a lot to kill that man,” Kofi said.
“Screw you, Nelson,” said Spider, spitting his chewing gum on the dirt.  “Just go find Jude and kill him.”

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Monday, 19 November 2012

Chpt. 17 - Don't Shoot the Messenger by Daniel Grant Newton


For the previous chapters of Daniel Grant Newton's online book Don't Shoot the Messenger, click below:

Chapter 1      Chapter 2      Chapter 3      Chapter 4      Chapter 5      Chapter 6      Chapter 7      Chapter 8      Chapter 9      Chapter 10     Chapter 11      Chapter 12      Chapter 13      Chapter 14   
Chapter 15      
Chapter 16


Jude carefully weaved through the crowd gathering in the square, analysing each sweaty robe for concealed weapons.  His eyes searched the surrounding building tops for snipers.
“Yēšûă is about to go up there,” he muttered, staring at the blazing sun.  “Where the hell are they?”
A boy in a white cloak smiled at Jude, revealing a set of buckteeth, and put his open hand on the soldier's abdomen.
Then with the other hand, the boy placed a note in Jude's hand, and skipped down a backstreet. 
The note simply read:
The message of love, or the one you make love with?  You have five minutes.
“Damn,” muttered Jude.  “Spider's got Irene.”
Jude raced through the streets, shoving people and objects out of his way.
“Irene,” he screamed, pulling doors open up and down the narrow streets.  “Irene.”
“Damn, damn, damn.”  He scratched the back of his neck.  “Where would Spider...”
Jude’s eyes stopped upon the monolithic dome towering above the buildings of mud and stone.  “The temple.”
He sprinted towards the structure, skipping through the crowd shuffling towards the location for Yēšûă's speech, and the aimlessly wandering cows and goats.
Jude galloped up the stairs of the temple and through the arched doorways.
Inside were pews, extravagant religious items, and limestone walls that stretched to the dome above.  But no sign of Irene.
The soldier scanned the walls for an imperfection in what was very precise craftsmanship.
He then bounded over a pew, and then another, and dashed to the front of the temple.  He stopped before the back wall and traced his hand over a loose stone.
Digging his fingers in he was able to pull it out and reveal a set of stairs that led down into a dark chamber.
“Irene,” called Jude down the hole.
“Jude,” came a faint, groggy voice.  “Is that you?”
“Wait there, Irene,” called Jude, shifting the rest of the blocks to get down to her, before bounding down the stairs to her side.
Irene’s body was limp.  She was not even being able to lift her head to look at him, but she did manage a small smile.
“You've been poisoned,” he stammered, loosening the rope tied around her.  “You'll be okay, Irene.  I have something in my backpack that can counteract it.  We only bring one type of poison on any given mission, the same tasteless, odourless, untraceable poison, and I’m the one charged with keeping the antidote.  I’ll get you to my pack as soon as possible.  It’s only a few blocks away.”  He repeated, perhaps more for his sake than hers:  “You’ll be okay, Irene.  You’ll be okay.”
He froze.
“What's wrong?” she croaked.  “Is Yēšûă safe?”
Jude was very still.  He gradually lifted himself up off his haunches.
“What's wrong?”  Irene became still and her eyes widened.
“The rope is attached to a bomb.  Any great force could cause the bomb to detonate early.”
“Early?” gasped Irene.
Jude followed the rope to a large cylinder with a timer on it.  The numbers raced down.
“We have two minutes to get out of here,” Jude whispered.  “Don't move.”
“Can you cut the red wire or something?”
“This device is much too complex for me to even guess how to disarm it.”  He paused, and circled her seat with his eyes transfixed on the explosive device under it.  “Every bomb expert has a signature, and I recognise this signature.  It was built by a man named Andriy Vashchuk, one of the world's best bomb engineers.  His bombs have about four different security 'layers' you need to crack before you can even get to the bomb itself.  If you get one wrong, the bomb will explode.”
“How did they even get the bomb here?” Irene asked, her eyes darting about the room.  “You know what, I don’t care how they got it here.  What on Earth are we going to do?”
“They must've brought it in pieces.  But unless Alexander sent reinforcements I didn't even know he had access to, I cannot see how they could have assembled it so perfectly.”  Jude glanced at Irene.  “Irene, I've undone your knot as far as I can without triggering the bomb.  Do you think you could really carefully slip your hands out without pulling at the rope?”
“I'll try,” Irene swallowed.  “How long do we have?”
“18 seconds.”
The two were silent, their eyes fixated on each other, as Irene gently tried to wiggle her hands out of the knot behind her back.
As soon as her hands were free Jude tried to pull her to feet, but she collapsed at his feet.
Without saying a word, Jude heaved Irene up into his arms and raced up the stairs, through the hole and to the entry way.
The illuminated digits of the bomb counter fell: 0.03, 0.02, 0.01, 0.00.
Boom!!!
Fire balls leapt through the temple, obliterating the walls and roof into a cloud of debris that covered the village.
Jude lifted his head as a shower of soot rained down upon Irene and him.
“Jesus,” mumbled Irene, her consciousness flickering in and out.
“I know,” Jude coughed, “that was bloody close.”
“No,” breathed Irene, shaking her head.  “Jesus.  You must save Jesus.”
“You need to be treated,” he said, grabbing her sooty forearm to pull her up.
“No,” she said, “I’ll hold on.  Save Jesus.”
“Alright, but I’ll get the antidote on the way.”
A close escape!  But could this be Jesus' last supper?  Will Irene hold on?  Can Jude outwit a team of elite soldiers?  Keep repeating your prayers and keep your fingers crossed.

Tuesday, 30 October 2012

'Don't Shoot the Messenger in HD Colour' Gallery

You may have seen when old photos and footage (e.g. WWII) have gone through advanced techniques to be depicted in HD colour.  A similar process has been utilised to do the same with the old pictures in Daniel Grant Newton's newest book Don't Shoot the Messenger.  See below.




Saturday, 20 October 2012

Chpt. 11 - Don't Shoot the Messenger



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Chapter 1      Chapter 2      Chapter 3      Chapter 4      Chapter 5      Chapter 6      Chapter 7      Chapter 8      Chapter 9      Chapter 10

“Impossible,” growled Jude, pacing back and forth the small room he and Irene were staying in.  “We've been sent back in time to kill Jesus Christ?”
The doctor and the entire team sat in silence.
“Why on Earth would Alexander send us back to kill Jesus Christ?” Jude howled.  “Are you absolutely sure it is him?”
Irene nodded.  “As much as I hate to admit it, it seems very likely.  Same period.  Same location.  I mean, Yēšûă is a very common name at this time, but it also happens to be the Hebrew name given for Jesus.  I suspected as much when I began delving into the material Alexander provided on your target.  And then he goes and says that - straight from the Gospel of Thomas.  That confirms it.  He has to be Jesus.” 
She searched the faces in the room and continued.  “And the Maria we met, or Mary, is also a very common name, but there were quite a few Mary's who were close followers of Jesus, including Mary Magdalene, Mary of Bethany, Mary of Clopas.  And of course his mother, the Virgin Mary, although that woman was much too young to be his mother.”
“That does sound like mounting evidence,” muttered Spider.
“That is the real reason I came on this trip – to confirm my suspicions, and talk you boys out of it,” she said.
“Couldn't it just be another teacher of the time?” asked Jude.  “The name could be a coincidence, you did say it was common, and they could both just be spouting the same old wisdom of the time.  And, are we even sure Jesus Christ actually existed, let alone is right here right now?”

“There is significant evidence to suggest he did, Mr. Stone,” Irene said flatly.  “More accounts than other historical figures we take for granted to have existed.  Mind you, these other people are more believable because they don't claim to walk on water before turning it into wine.  The usual practice being walking on grapes, of course.  Followed by...”
“Does it matter whether it is Jesus or not?” Spider spat, standing up and throwing his tattooed arms in the air.  “Killing someone in history has never been a problem for any one of us bar little miss know-it-all over there.  I mean nobody would be here, changing the past, if they believed in God or the bible or any of that.  There is no God.  He ain't the son of God.  And if he were, then he could use his magic powers to stop us, right?”
Irene shook her head.  “I may think the prospect of God or a man who performs miracles is very unlikely, but that doesn't mean I can't see the benefits of the Christian teachings.  Teachings that will surely die out if we were to kill him.”
“Good riddance to oppressive ideology,” scowled Spider.  “That is obviously why Alexander sent us back here.  We are here to stop that message from spreading like the plague and preventing the rot of social and scientific progress.
“You look in the bible and what do you see, justification for the crusades, for wars, for slavery, for murder, for anti-Semitism, and for abuse and torture.  What kind of message are you protecting?  I mean really, doctor, you know this better than all of us.  For God's sake.”
“What I know, Spider, is that human nature is human nature,” Irene started.  "People start wars, religion is only a vehicle, a tool, an excuse to dominate others for resources and power."
Spider groaned.  “Not that human nature bullshit argument.  Everything I said is as clear as day in the bible.
“And don't say that it did more good than bad either.  Alexander and his researchers are the ones with that hologram thing.  They can see what is best for the world.”
“I don't care what you say, killing Jesus is not going to prevent the awful acts justified by the bible from happening,” said Irene, raising her voice.  “But that's not Jesus' message anyway.  His message is of love, community spirit, inclusion, personal and social empowerment, forgiveness, tolerance and acceptance.  It was Jesus who spoke out against those acts you talk of, and in fact, Jesus who challenged the religious establishment of the time.  He wanted peace on the Earth.  His influence surely only had a positive effect on the world.” 
“He wanted peace on the Earth?” Spider sniggered, looking at each of his fellow soldiers.  “My mum sent me to Sunday school because it was a cheap babysitter while she went out dating different men each week, and that's where I learned atheism. 
“I remember two quotes from the 'Prince of Peace' which made me wonder whether I was the only one in class actually listening to this bile.  
“The first says something like, 'I didn't come to the Earth to bring peace.  I didn't bring peace, but brought a sword.  I came to divide every family and set them against each other.  He who doesn't love me more than his children and his parents isn't deserving of me.  Let go of your life and follow me blindly.  Amen.'
“The second says something like, 'I have come to cast fire upon the Earth, and I wish the planet was already burning.'  Then it goes on about dividing people, hating everybody including yourself and your own life, and setting everyone against each other.  And finally instructs people to 'sell their coat and buy a sword.  Bla bla bla let's blow yourself and everybody else up.  Amen.'  Sounds like a message that breeds terrorism to me.  Just as the report we were given said.”
“I know the passages you talk of,” stated Irene.  “They are from the Gospel of Luke and the Gospel of Matthew.  But when the passages are understood in context, understanding the occult Hebrew symbolism of the time, they are actually passages of personal transformation.  The bible in my opinion can be split into three areas: the law of the time, a documentation of the history, and a manual for self-transformation, often using allegory.  This is the latter.
“These passages, I believe, warn that when you challenge the way most of society think, you will come up against opposition, even in your family.  They state that if you hold strong to these ideals you will find heaven on Earth.  A change in ideas can change the world around you.
“The reason Jesus was saying that he is not bringing peace, is because he was coming to stir the pot with a metaphorical sword, and create an ideological change.  He was telling his followers to be strong, and take the ideas of peace and love to the people with a metaphorical sword. 
“A sword that cuts through the status quo.  You must remember that at this time in history life was filled with much more terror than the world we know - at least in most places around the world.  That might be a ‘metaphysical’ interpretation, but it is the only one that makes sense.”
She added under her breath: “If you want to kill anyone, kill Emperor Constantine and all those who attended the Meeting of Nicea.  He was the one who first used Jesus' teachings to enslave the population, and outlawed and buried the 'heretical' teachings of empowerment.”
“And your research tells you that?  Or that’s what you want to believe?” hissed Spider.  “It seems like a long bow to draw, and an interpretation that was lost on millions of people since.”
Irene shrugged.  “Well, maybe we can ask him himself.  But if this wasn't his meaning, then Jesus must be the most bipolar man in history, because it goes against everything else he is supposed to have preached.”
Spider grunted.  “Whether or not there is a hidden meaning behind the words that we do not understand in the 21st Century, it was and is still responsible for atrocity after atrocity.”
She paused, her curly dark hair bouncing as she took in quick, deep breaths.  “It was never the bible that created the wars or the torture, but mankind ... our greed, perceived lack of resources, fear of others, innate animal aggression.  If there wasn't a bible, they'd be using something else to sway the masses.”
Spider laughed and shook his head.  “Don't get me wrong, I am not so ignorant to say that the teachings of the bible were the sole reason.  Naturally, human instincts and desires have their place.  But convincing the masses to do something awful is a lot easier thanks to this little phrase, 'it says to do it in the bible'.  You'd be hard pressed to find any more used excuse for these acts.”
“I never knew you were so passionate about this stuff,” laughed Zhang, an ex-commando, leaning against the wall.  "Especially for someone whose day job is killing people."
“I'm here to do my job, and if that means proving this bitch wrong, then so be it.  Some noob who lives in her books instead of the real world won't get in the way of this mission now,” Spider roared.  “The research team have done months of investigation into the effects of taking Jesus out of history, and they believe it will be an absolute certain positive effect.  And I agree.  Getting rid of Christianity will get rid of half the atrocities of the past two thousand years.
“But you know what?  It doesn't matter what this guy did in my books.  Our orders are our orders.  As a soldier, we follow them, and hope that the guys at the top know what they're bloody well doing.”  Spider got right in Irene's face.  “Tell me, sweetheart, is there any good reason at all why we should go against orders and not kill him?  Hey?  Why your quick assessment and ethic dilemma should be valued over months of solid research from scientists with much better qualifications and brains than you?”
“First, they don’t have better qualifications or brains than me.  Second, you shouldn’t just follow someone because they are supposedly more qualified to think.”  Irene looked at the hardened faces in the room.  “What I find disconcerting is that I'm the only one here who thinks we shouldn't kill Jesus Christ.  This is ridiculous.  Think for yourselves for once, guys.”
“There is a good reason not to kill him,” said Jude, staring at the back of his hands that rested on his knees.  “I lived in a shanty town run by a drug lord in Brazil.  The easy option was to get into the drug world in some way. 
“Christianity seemed to be the only thing that gave people the faith and strength to choose another option.  The church also was the only organization I knew of going deep into the favelas to help street kids get over some of the worst drug addictions you’ll ever see. 
"These people weren't soldiers.  These were ordinary people.  Ordinary people showing extraordinary bravery because they had something to believe in.”
Spider stood still with wide eyes, a furrowed brow and a gaping mouth.
Jude continued: “As Doctor Hadar said, you don't have to be Christian to see the value the belief system brought to the world.  You just have to look past the history books, and to the millions upon millions of cases where Christianity has helped the individual.  You can't measure that.”  He paused.  “And it doesn't seem right to kill a man who had this same bravery in preaching peace during very violent times.”
The room was silent.
“Are you meaning to tell me you are agreeing with Doctor Hadar?” Spider said.  “I knew you were a bit of a loose canon, but this...  Nobody else is buying into this quack, are they?”
There were murmurings in the room and the shaking of heads.
“I never said I wouldn't kill him,” Jude said.  “Our orders are to kill him, so we will.  I've never cared about our targets or the reasons behind our missions before, why should I now?  I'm here to do my job, and so I will.”  He paused.  “I was just saying the doctor wasn't a nut job.  But it would pay, Doctor Hadar, to keep your pretty mouth shut on this theoretical debate so we can do our job and make the hit.”
Spider grinned and made a cartoonish sigh of relief.  “You never cease to surprise me, mate.  We'll go ahead as planned.  Tonight Jude will spill Jesus' blood.”

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Saturday, 6 October 2012

Chpt. 10 of my free Sci-Fi Fantasy Story - Don't Shoot the Messenger

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A 'standing room only' crowd squished into the town square. They stretched their necks up to see Yēšûă as he arrived with his followers and camels.

Jude, Irene and the team mingled within the crowd, trying to weave their way to the front.

When Yēšûă eventually came into view it was met by a large cheer from the crowd, and they pushed towards him, and gave him pats on the back. If Roman soldiers had been present, there would have been no question as to which man of the traveling party was their target.

His appearance was not unlike any other young man of the time, nothing striking or different. Except perhaps his skin was darker, having clearly seen much more sun, his shoes were well worn from endless travel, and his free-flowing jet black hair and dishevelled beard was tangled and in need of care.

He made his way closer and closer to where the team stood, stopping regularly to impart words to someone from the crowd and look into their eyes with a serene gaze.

When he was mere metres away, a beggar woman tugged at his arm and began to cry. He smiled warmly at her.

The peasant wailed and fell to her knees. He answered her in a very casual manner, addressing his response to the whole crowd. He then hugged her and moved onward with his arm around her.

“What did he say?” asked Jude, noticing the crease forming between Irene's eyebrows.

Irene translated for the team. “She said she is a poor woman and asked him to pray to God above for riches. He replied:

“If those who lead you say to you, 'See, the kingdom is in the sky,' then the birds of the sky will precede you. If they say to you, 'It is in the sea,' then the fish will precede you. Rather, the kingdom is inside of you, and it is outside of you. When you come to know yourselves, then you will become known, and you will realise that it is you who are the sons of the living father. But if you will not know yourselves, you dwell in poverty and it is you who are that poverty.

“That's a quote attributed to Jesus Christ in the Gospel According to Thomas - a non-canonical scripture discovered in the Nag Hammadi library, in Egypt.”

“Is he quoting Jesus Christ, or is it common theology?” asked Jude.

The fanfare seemed to disappear as Yēšûă moved down the road.

“I don't think he is quoting Jesus Christ,” said Irene turning to the soldiers. “It is too early for people to be quoting Jesus.” She paused, and although the revelation visibly washed over their faces, she said it anyway.

“He is Jesus Christ.”

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