Excerpts from

IVORY JOINS THE REAPING WORLD WIND or WHO CAUSED THE BEST END OF EARTH EVER?

Excerpt One

The man who oozed

He started by barely an itch. It got worse becoming a scratchily efflorescence on his arm. That severeness spread promptly across the skin of all his body.

Then he got hit by the baddest bad cold and flu that he had never had. He had never really gotten sick before from any septic nor germy thing. The cold and flu made way for all manner of cancer. The man began doubling over from intestinal diseases boiling up. He was scratching bent over at the abdomen with a flow of snot that would never stop.

With a great deal of help and assistance he went to the doctor's office. The medical staff were baffled and totally flummoxed. They immediately took him to a nearby research hospital and gave him a special private room. The staff put him in an isolation tent and all the while he got worse. He laid up in the bed twitching and bringing forth. He developed worse and more numerous illnesses. He was a prominent man and he was putting out big diseases.

The doctor and her nurses scurried about taking samples until they lost count of the number and names of the sicknesses that they were acquiring. During his blood work, a hundred maladies broke out every few minutes. The byproducts overran the petri dishes. And he showed forth symptoms all over his body which liquefied and oozed from every pore and maw.

Then something odd started with the original rash. It started to ooze a clear liquid proceeded to heal the rash. The eruptions dried up and disappeared completely and quickly in a few moments. More ooze fell from his body. The doctors fell against the isolation tent in amazement. It was chaos, people went this way and that. One nurse scalpeled through the fabric with upward and sideway strokes. She slipped and fell into a heap on the concrete floor. Another medical staff person stumbled against his exudate and got his jell on her face.

Her skin bubbled outward like a blob. Her face simmered and shook as it was transformed from acne scars and pot marks to purest of complexion and condition with rare radiance.

The hospital was abuzz with the ramifications of the semi-revolting development.

Technicians took samples of the fluid back to the lab and found an unusual composition. The lab was able to reproduce the clear liquid in a purest form. They dabbled it on in the skin wing. What came from that and there was instant relief for the itch and scratch sufferers.

Even all of the staff were trying it, wiping it on, looking and approving.

Soon, anyone in the hospital with a skin problem didn't have one anymore. Blemishes and stains of the flesh cleared up. Severe acne disfigurement was gone in a few minutes. In fact, anyone who used the "salve" got the best and brightest complexion they could ever have or have not. Staff members with wrinkles lost them forever more. The ooze stuff even cured baggy skin going so far as to tone the muscles underneath their hide complexions. The transude soaked deep and fortified the very bone within.

The medical staff got really exciting when the man's bad cold and flu started to go away from a rainbow colored mucus that flowed from his nostrils. The research lab geared up to bring in additional personnel to handle the testing and formulating of this newer "salve". The doctor took it to the nurses and their assistants in the cold and flu wings. Cold and flu sufferers were getting instant alleviation from the work of this second salve.

And on it went from the man who was dying of everything. And producing a cure for each disease know to humankind in the process, each in its own turn of time.

As he lay dying, he laughed and giggled frantically. By the time, he finally exhaled his last slow and full breath, he had a big wide grin on his face.

Excerpt Two

Young Jeffy Adams

A shadow of blackest void boiled in the ceiling corner in the bedroom of young Jeffy Adams. The darkness on the ceiling came every night and drew soul out of Jeff's growing mind, body and spirit. He just laid there and was emptied. Jeffy didn't have a chance.

His father and mother could not and did not help. Their lifestyle attracted vile and corrupt soul allurers. Jeffy's older brother and sister had most everything allured out of them. They were both in prison. Figuratively and literally at the bottom of their ladders, headed toward a pit of spiritual slime and the darkest of mire. This Adams family was in chaos. And the soul allurers were having a blast.

Jeffy rolling in a fitful sleep. His arm jerked. It swung across his night stand and struck a large jar of Mexican jumping beans. The glass jar fell, crackled and broke against the hard tiles of the bedroom floor. The skittish legumes scattered, jumping along the floor in every direction. They went everywhere, under the bed, the night stand, the chest of drawers, the toy chest and into the open closet.

The sweat of a feeble old man poured out of Jeffy's young pores. He struggled torpidly and with great lethargy to oppose nameless creeps, jitters and dreads.

The jumping beans stopped jumping. They lay still and sprouted, sending their hairy root runners into the cracks of the ceramic tiles. These roots of evil made a descending home into the floor. Little tiny root hairs drew minerals from the baked and polished clay. Leaves and branches budded into worm covered bushes of horror and loathing. They filled the spaces around Jeff's bed.

A tube of dim light distended and passed from out of Jeffy's skull and into the hellish vacuum in the ceiling corner. He was gradually losing his soul, spirit and uniqueness.

And the bean offsprings were intent on speeding up the process. Jumping beans, both young and old get hungry, too. They loved to eat, feasted usually on human flesh. Human flesh that lacked life and spirit was their prime favorite. They moved around him.

Excerpt Three

Thirteen together

There were thirteen all together. They had gotten together to reminisce and bask in each other's light and life. Some had worked together in twos and threes, sometimes in shifts of fours and sixes. Some had told tales about each of the others to each and another. They somehow all knew one another, even if they had not met one or the other of any of them. Plus, considering how few members there were.

In the meeting hall, they sat around a long table. Each lifted shiny glasses of soda or water, some drank wine with a beer chaser from a carved mug. Waiters scurried without touching the carpet. The beverage and meal servers went about unobtrusively and in silence on aero-shoes.

The women prayed. They called forth blessings and benedictions upon one another all evening. They had performed a great work and now were weary, but not tired enough to miss each other's company and friendship.

Servers moved about and cleared the long table with efficiency after everyone had finished eating. Then, the help disappeared behind royal blue and purple curtains that ranged on all four sides of the meeting hall.

The senior members of the group, those in their eighties, deferred to the younger members, none younger than fifty to lead the meeting that followed the meal.

Sister Droma Darien, a nun from the sister-ships founded by Saint Mother Theresa, called the formal proceedings to order with the crisp "whack-whack-whack" of her gavel. The wooden sounds almost immediately muffled right into the curtains. "Whack, whack, whack ..."

"Sisters, I call you to order and attention, pay close heed to my words ... in keeping with our creed ... let this meeting begin. 'Nam in te floruit pulcher flos' ... For in you bloomed the permanent glorious or beautiful flower. Something such like that ..."

All thirteen sisters made the necessary hand and finger signs for proper identification and etiquette. Sister Droma Darien whacked the gavel again. "Whack ..." That sound sank into the curtains, too.

"We know about the old business and ... it is, after all old business, so let's get to the new stuff. Sister Watch Woman, what new and news do you have for us?"

"Sister and sisters of my heart ..." Sister Watch Woman motioned to Droma Darien and sisters gathered around her. "Come listen with me ... I have it on good Authority and flawless authentication ... that we are set for something big coming down to the bowel of the universe. Forces allied against us are headed this way, bent on our total and utter destruction to the atomic level and beyond. Their shadows seek to engulf us and take us away. Our innocent charges have been taken to safe havens, but there are many others at great risk. And we will be preparing to act."

In the rear of the long room, a curtain along the wall blew up from the floor. It billowed into a wide arc on both sides of the split. The waiters standing on either side disappeared into the curve and bow, their shouts of surprise muffled by the heavy fabric of the vast drapery. Their faces became woven into the tapestry, silent yet screaming in horror and bondage.

The group of nuns picked up their chairs and the long table and moved all away from the rear of the long room. They made the shift in perfect harmony, dancing as they went. Feet flying and arms pumping out work. Each set the table and chairs to the floor at a perfect instant without a hint of a sound. They all sat at the same moment with elbows planted on the edges of their tabular array and raiment.

Curtains in the front of the room began to roll and heave. Their fabric made a racket. The staff waiting there began to be whisked away, too. Their screams were somehow not muffled by heavy textiles. Extreme aural madness broke and cut the air into shadows and eclipses of heat. They became woven into the fabric, too.

The nuns turned their chairs and tables across the narrow width of the long room, as the room was prone to expand and contract to need. Soon, the waiters and servers were all gone. The meeting continued with a little bit more urgency. "Meeting to order ..."

At the same time the curtains hovered and ballooned. Billowing, the woven darkness drew closer.

"Please ignore those curtains, they have no control over us." Sister Watch Woman shouted.

A blue light appeared from the ceiling, well above the advancing curtains. A purple light came from the floor. Spinning in the air of the room, the illume began to settle down over the group of thirteen. They all raised their arms above their heads as the radiance overcame them. "Our salvation is at hand." they shouted. "Praise the Heavenly Lord Jesus Christ who lived among us and suffered with us for His greater understanding of our plight."

The curtains hung about, dipping up and down toward the conference table and the nuns that surrounded it.

The blue and purple luminosity grew stronger. A great symphony played musical notes of olympian strength and Jesusonian love.

The curtains moved closer. The curtain rods twisted as one and the same the fabrics crouched low. A roar of hate jumped triumphant. Draperies elevated down and surrounded the wooden table. The chairs were sucked into the fabric. Small tables covered with pies and liquids were absorbed.

The blue became flame and the purple drew the thirteen upbound. They soared and left the room out of harm's way. There were thirteen nuns together and they all disappeared from the room in flaring columns of cerulean, sapphire and azure light. The curtains shrank away and unraveled. The rods turned molten liquid.

The captive wait staff fell out of the fabrics from a fate worse than fearfully waiting for a tragic death for infinite eternities.

The room ventilated its atmosphere and the curtains, their rods and supports were stripped out and into thousands of strands of fabric. A mighty wind came from the East and destroyed the evil within the textiles and weave.

Excerpt Four

Bound to Enter

They went around, vouching for Hitler. They were shrill and right on target. Some would call them busy bodies for they were very busy vouching for Hitler. But, they had no bodies, as we think of bodies. And they just couldn't stop vouching for Hitler. They vouched up and down the streets. They roamed about in alleys and across parks. Wherever there were ears to hear, they were there vouching for Hitler.

"We ask forgiveness for Hitler. He was but a deceived entity, trapped by his own pediatric born hate. Molded by his origins and history into a poorly tailored pawn, he should not be bound to that as he prepares to enter his destiny. Can we have some forgiveness for Hitler, Adolph Hitler?"

They traveled far and near proclaiming their plea. The police left them alone. Then, a message came over the airways from down the wire.

The Reconstruction Angels announced, "We are sorry to say that Adolph Hitler had nary and none a single piece of faith that we could find. Utterly and completely faithless, except in his own sleep mares and dark night dreams. A deep mire and entangled iniquity. We could not bring him back. Regret or regret not for Hitler."

The vouchers stopped and looked at each other. For a moment they paused, with the moment passing into two and then three minutes. Tears flowed for a instant, then two and three. Buckets could have overflow from the rate of stream. The salty wet dried for a jiffy, then two and then three.

Then, they talked and argued. They sparred verbally and debated all points, then they group-agreed.

"We shall now vouch for Groucho." The vouchers laughed and smiled. "He'll be much easier to vouch through to the higher worlds. He made us laugh. And laugh some more till we rolled on the floor. Plus his co-Marx brothers. They each and together created a unique and funny world view and style. Vouch for Groucho, we shall surely do from this moment forth."

They began their march once more, this time vouching for Groucho. "We vouch for Groucho ... its Groucho we root and vouch about."

Excerpt Five

An enkindled scintillant

It was a fiery seethe of heat and light. Our sun has boiled off turmoil, as well as light and heat. This terrible power that can also bring life into our intra-galactic vicinity is perched on the outer spirals and rings of the Milky W ay galaxy.

A massive light churning and projecting life-nurture into the universe. It is one of the billions, if not nay trillions of similar energy suns scattered throughout the Created universe. In orbit around this potent energy sun are worlds within narrow zones where life can exist and flourish. Outside these special zones life dies before it can be born in the heat and extreme light radiating from our sun. Other planets orbited in the colder outer zones distant from the mother sphere.

This solar balance of light and fire and its companion family of planets, planetoids, asteroids, meteors and meteoroids pass thru an ancient universe void. A mammoth sweep of trackless space tossed over a colossal time span cut through a huge and very wide area. Time could carve space down to the micro and space would do the same back at time. Peripheral solar systems proceeded in their journey around the great stabilizing Center of the Created Universes. Vast spreads of intergalactic emptiness stretch in all dimensions. Colossal proportions having hosted the ancient parade of celestial spectaculars, interspersed with light eons of peaceful tranquility and nothing but a rock now and then passing through. And it all happened through sub-infinity and hoagie-eternity. Millions of worlds passing along and arcing through the prodigious galactic curve.

From the distant center and hub of the Created Universes, an enkindled scintillant set forth on a mission ordained and planned super mega epochs ago. A shape propelled a million billion times the speed of light. A vast bulk carried forward by powerful engines of strong unsullied metals, powered by the purest fuels. A carefully plotted course carried the object through side less, topless and bottomless outer space of sizeable expanse. The routing channeled the transport through both intra- and inter-galactic and hollow space, too. Its mission commands could have shrunken the vessel down to enter deep into inner, interior, internal interstice. Though in this space case, this frigate was headed in the opposite direction, to outer, exterior, external interstice. No destination was too far removed nor distant. With ease of purpose and resource this craft felt at home anywhere in the trackless vacancies of space. Even the unoccupied potential far beyond the very beginnings of micro- and macro-infinity were of no concern to this mighty vehicle. This multi-purposed craft-ship had even ventured to the edge of super hyper-reality and returned. It even made the Kessel Run in a seventh of 12 parsecs.

The object's arrival into the inner Oor Antteah system went undetected on Earth. The weight of the object inflamed the gravity of the mother star and fixed the central orb into fiery disarray. Tornadic winds of heat and light boiled across and up the face of the sun. Columns of hot gas rose and split off from the sun.

(Continues...)

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Excerpted from IVORY JOINS THE REAPING WORLD WIND or WHO CAUSED THE BEST END OF EARTH EVER? by H.R. Williams Copyright © 2007 by Hollis Rodney Williams.

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