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Chapter 1 A war from heaven, a peace from hell.


Now it came about while I was in the midst of a river alongside my father when the heavens opened up to us. What we saw looked like a tempestuous wind coming from the north, a great cloud mass and quivering fire, and it had brightness all around, and out of the midst there was something like the look of electrum, out of the midst of the fire that is. The object was bizarre in appearance and from where I stood its shadow could not cover me as it so did with my village and the villages that were near our village. It was an impressive sight, and we saw that there were three levels to look at on the horizons: The top section of the sky was clear blue, calm and pleasant; below it we saw the object, and directly under the object, we saw the storm clouds that tormented our homes for three consecutive days. It was then that we realized that no one could see the monstrous Vimanas--as they later came to be called--unless they were looking at them from a great distance, as we were. I remember my father telling me the day before that we would need to leave to hunt for food since he feared the rains might be the beginning of an early summer flood. Our village was hardly ever threatened by the yearly floods, but our food was. We left the next day before the dawn to take off in a westward direction. (For some reason, it didn’t occur to me to kiss my mother, as I always did everyday, and tell her that I loved her. I guess my life had picked that day for me to grow out of it, something I have never been able to cope with.) The day was going quite well for me and my father until we were thirty, forty miles away. I had helped him bring the boat ashore when he pointed out to me the description I gave early of the things we saw. We stood in all awe, wondering what it could be. We stared at it from the very moment it became visible to us, until the very second it showed its purpose. The gigantic Vimana lowered a huge bright star that slowly fell into the stormy clouds below. The star point descended very gradually and was as difficult to stare at, as the sun is to look at. Then suddenly we felt the wind, which had been blowing all day from the north, turn directions. It increased rapidly and reached the point of unbearable ness, as our ears were trying to explode from the pressure. Then, just like that, the wind ceased and out came the worst: The Vimanas’ descending star, which had vanished in the storm clouds below, appeared once more before it ignited with a force unlike anything man has ever seen. The sky suddenly held a hundred suns, a hundred moons, and a hundred thousand myriad stars. Neither day nor night or the points of compass could be made out. Everything was being incinerated beyond all recognition and recollection for we were already that confused and lost in our direction. A fiery mushroom cloud reached out into the highest points of our sky. And suddenly, throughout all our horizons, we began to see other explosions of equal strength as the Vimanas started dropping stars on the earth. My father and I, frightened as people can be, climbed up a nearby hill as we began to feel the ground shake violently and the river release steam as it boiled itself to a drought. We would remain lost together, my father and I, throughout this ordeal, until his death came due to an illness. I then was picked up by drifters who were heading to the high mountains where it was said to be safe. There I remained for another two and a half years until word began to reach us that the Vimanas had died off. These are the things I saw and lived through, the day hell invaded earth.



Chapter 2 Within the mist.



I remember it best as a guess, as to what day it was when the Vimana’s most suddenly and mysteriously began to fall and die out of the sky. Being one of the first to see these craft unleash their destructive power, I also got see them destroy themselves in their most impressive last hour. What I observe was several Vimana’s explode in the heavens above creating a fantastic atmospheric phenomenon. These explosions swallowed an entire night sky, as we saw one ignite and a ring of hot gasses ripple from its center to what seemed to go on forever. Across the Himalayas, I again saw mountains tremble and collapse down to the size of a boulder, while other mountains simply vanished as they were blown into thin air. Not all the Vimanas ended in such ways, some just dropped out of the sky untouched, while others hurled away into the universe. I along the other fleeing migrants and my newly adopted parents witnessed all this, with an intense horrible fear of knowing that half of the great mountain of Chomolungma now lay within our lungs. It is a most unique fact to me that these Beings from an unknown Zodiac took four years in their attempt to rid us out of life, yet in a day’s time managed to eliminate their own. After destroying three thirds of the world’s cities, the Vimanas surfaced from their crafts to commence the last stage of their plan, which was to continue the killings by foot. This decision of there’s was more successful than anything prior. So indeed is it said because no one survived or has surfaced to describe their appearance once they did so. When they emerged, the Vimanas carried with them an amber staff which powers functioned not by firing any projectile or thrusting it like a sword, but instead they walked with it and killed everything within a hundred yards of their distance. These would be called Spirits-staffs. They would comb the earth with this weapon killing everything that had life. In order to survive, we followed the birds and walked alongside the rats, who always instinctively knew where the danger was coming from. We also looked to the sky for clues. Soon after that, there came a redness on the earth that was as common as green is on grass, and it at first appeared to be the final plague for us. Its glow was seen day and night and all year round. And this red algae which surfaced out of an unknown abyss, cared for neither they, nor us as all fell to it. Once the Vimana’s discovered their weakness to it, they began to flee for their lives. But for some Vimanas it would prove to be too late, so they began to destroy themselves so not to contaminate others, while those that survived fled into the vastness of space. Though the number of those that escaped and those that obliterated themselves are not known, three crafts managed to fall to earth before doing so. That alone would again change the course of mankind again. How did it come to this? What had occurred? Why had such destruction come to us by such punishing spirits? I would spend great hours of the day contemplating these things in an inescapable stupor. And if I, a peasant if anything more had asked myself these questions, what would stop greater men and forces from asking and finding the answer? A great deal of time has come to intervene since the invasion and with it a world of change. I for one am not the same boy in the river, now I am but a man. A witness to the horrors that I and many a-like me have helped create. I have murdered for the good of change, yet now repent in seeing it succeed. From time to time I ask myself what I would have become if the world would have stayed the way it was before the Vimanas. And no matter how hard I stretch my imagination, I can’t draw myself a picture. The past is gone, stumped to obscurity, and like all things lost and missed, we took it for granted. Now we live in a world of no certainty, where waiting for tomorrow can be as likely as the return of yesterday. As for myself, I live my last days alone childless and with no wife, hiding in the hills reflecting these events. It is here where I have come to write the tales of all things I have said to repent from.






THIS BOOK IS 122,879 WORDS LONG. IT IS RATHER DIFFICULT TO PLACE THE WHOLE BOOK ON THIS SITE. THE BOOK CONTAINS SEVERAL ILLUSTRATIONS AND PLENTY OF DIALOG. I PROMISE TO WORK OUT THE KINKS IN ORDER TO PLACE THE WHOLE STORY ONLINE. HOWEVER YOU MAY CONTACT ME AND I WILL GADLY HAND YOU THE REST FOR FREE. NOTE THAT THIS STORY HAS ILUSTRATIONS AND IS IN BOOK FORM AS WELL AND CAN BE ORDERED FOR $22.00.


I HAVE BEEN SELLING IT THROUGH COLLEGE CAPUSES IN THE EAST COAST AND IT HAS A FOLLOWING OF ITS OWN SELLING NEARLY 5000 COPIES. 46 PERCENT OF ALL MY SALES NOW COME THROUGH THE MAIL AND THROUGH WORD OF MOUTH. IT WILL BE A MEMORABLE READ, IMPACTING YOU WITH ITS IMAGINATION AND ITS WORDS AS MOST MY READERS TELL ME. I PRINT AND BIND ALL COPIES MYSELF.

ALSO I AM HAPPY TO SAY THAT THIS BOOK IS IN CONSIDERATION BY WORLD RENOWNED AUTHOR HAROLD BLOOM OF YALE AND NYU UNIVERSITY. I AM PRAYING THAT HE WILL ENDORSE IT.


THANK YOU AND AGAIN YOU MAY CONTACT ME AT izlwizwald@yahoo.com.


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The following comments are for "Daughters of the bible"
by izlmaller

So far So good
Very poetic, and captivating begining. Love the style of your discription, curios to read more including the dialog. Liked how paint and all out war without falling into the typical styles that bore fiction. Another thing is how you are able to squezzzze so much into short senteces.

Also i like how you borrowed your begining from the book of Ezequiel 1:4 i wonder if there are more biblical references. Does your book have anything to do with the bible?

Email me the rest at davidsodleberg@yahoo.com.

( Posted by: davidsodleberg [Member] On: September 19, 2004 )

Vimanas
It took me two visit before i finally got it. I din't know what Vimanas were, untill i looked it up and realized that they are ancient spacecraft that were used by the hindu Gods? More like weapons actually. I must compliment you for not using stupid sci-fi termonology as the previous guy said. I will email you to get the rest, since i dont want to post my email for all to see. You should tell us more about yourself in your bio.

thanks sara.

( Posted by: saralowland [Member] On: September 20, 2004 )

Now here this!!!!!!!
I received the rest of this book via email as the author said he’d do. The book was sent as an attachment because it is big. Once I got it I couldn’t believe how vast and well design each page was. I have to say the writer delivers and does he ever.

I read fast but I never thought that I could ever want to read so much in just one day. I took it to work, I took it to baseball practice with my son in my PDA, I even forgot about Monday Night Football because I couldn’t stop reading it. This book will be published! Harold Bloom’s reputation is on the line if he doesn’t. The dialog is brilliant; you will be quoting this book like no other. I already do.

Its Animal Farm meets the bible. Pure Genius!!!! Imagine if the bible didn’t exist and someone wrote it as we know it today. What would your reaction be of the story? That is a good way to describe this book and the impact it will have on your imagination. The book has 270 pages and as of Monday I have read 182 and yes I do work and have a life. I am married and my wife of twelve years can’t remember the last time I was this exited over a book. She just now began reading it.

Get this book. Get it NOW while it’s free, though I am purchasing my own copy.

Note: The writer is friendly and willing to tell you all you need to know. How else in this darn age would I have opened an attachment? You will be moved also by his personal bio and history with this book.


Get this book. Get it NOW!!!!!!!!! This book will an American classic.

( Posted by: davidsodleberg [Member] On: September 23, 2004 )





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