“The Book of 7even chptrs 1&2



The Jones Family

It was a beautiful summer day early Saturday morning, Blake Jones pulled up to he and his families new home. The Uhaul was packed to the brim all twenty-five square feet of it. He had his wife Marva and his two lovely twin boys Jake and Josh.

The entire family were good looking chaps. Blake was slender to muscular build. He was six feet two, he wore his dark almost black hair similar to a crew cut with a very neatly groomed square goatie. He was on the darker olive skin tone side where Marva was very fair, nearly pale white, with freckles that gave her some tone. She was a deep red redhead with glorious green eyes with sparkling golden flecks of light in them.

The boys Jake took after his mother red head but short and frumpy unlike his dad. Josh was taller as they were fraternal twins. Yes, and Josh was the ladies man amongst the two of them. Jake was the more studious of the two and was mastering science math and chemistry on levels that cause his previous highschool to pay for science camps for him the past two years. Now they are here moving to 7even where they know no one.

Everyone was grateful that the family was together and safe. So if dad got a new job or promotion, they were all prepared to be uprooted and moved on to the next city or state.

But this place was absolutely gorgeous. As they drove up to 1111 Billion Dollar ave. the excitement of the style and condition of the house gave everyone a since of arrival. They had finally got their piece of the pie.

The driveway was long and wide guarded by two large black posts attached to a black metal gated fence, which marked the entire perimeters of the grand chateaux. It was in the center of the back road in their development and the marble and slate stone gave proof it was elite amongst the many nice homes in 7even.

All the homes were very large, spacious, and simply gorgeous. Yet, not like the home the Jones’s just bought almost at theft prices. It was a beauty in its own right. There was a wrap around patio porch that formed a semicircle about the back side of the mansion but visible from the front of the home. Every window was bay watching style, except the top floor bedrooms, where those windows actually opened to the boarders personal balcony protected with awnings. The Jones family had a car garage not just a car port.

They moved in eagerly to get settled in to their fresh new life.

Blake has been installed as Supreme Courts Chief Justice for one year now, but the perks of the life is what drove his ambition. He came from a poverished community, with a deadbeat as a dad and a heroine junkie for a mother. Blake basically raised himself and now he has brought he and his family to this point. He had accomplished Alpha Male and his family’s nobility above their origin was his national anthem.

He never looked back to his home town. Why should he? No one loved him there not his family nor did he have friends. It was best to let dead dogs die. To him that’s what he felt about all of the inhabitants of his home town.

The new town seemed quiet enough. There were beautiful green spaces all over 7even. The town was a small piece of heaven for the Jones family.

Marva was a home maker and an excellent wife and mother. She home schooled the boys, she was an excellent teacher and cook. Marva was God fearing and godly. Blake believed in himself and his own strength. He taught the boys this, although Marva always counteracted him with the truth of God each time. She was very much tunnel visioned when it came to her son’s souls.

Blake starts work next week, so everyone spent the free week unpacking, organizing, and mapping out the town for stores, movie theaters and shopping centers and such. He had the world in the palm of his hand and he believed it was truly his oyster.

Blake walked into the kitchen to find his lovely wife cooking his favorite meal, broccoli florets, rice and gravy with cube steak and a tossed salad with garlic bread. He hugged her from behind and said, ” Hi honey it smells as wonderful as you look.” Marva turned to him, looked him in the eyes, this was her hero for sure. She was with him when he lived in abandoned buildings and houses. He never asked her to leave the comforts of her family’s home to join him in his misery. He just asked that she trust he would get out of there and to stand by him, and she did.

She said, “Blake, I love you, you’re too kind to me. I am the most blessed woman on earth to have such an honorable upstanding man such as yourself. You came from the bottom litterally and look where you’ve brought our entire family to. You are my hero and don’t you ever forget that. You’re the best husband to me and greatest father ever to the boys. We love, cherish, and adore you.” He blushed just a little, kissed her on her collar bone, spinned her around gave a quick pat on her buttocks, then said, ” I’m setting my man cave up, call me when dinners ready.”

Time went by fast, before they new it, it was Monday morning and Blake’s first day of work. He was the man as soon as he walked the thirty three stairs that lead up to this auspicious building and enter the doors. They were expecting him. He was the talk of 7even. No one this powerful and important ever lived amongst them. So much of the chatter and excitement in the building were neighbors he had not met yet who came to see him in person.

Blake never felt so important ever in his entire life. He felt important to his family always, but to regular Joe’s he felt they could see his shame from being once a vagabond. Not, today he sucked in all the praises and well wishes as well as gifts of appreciation he had not quite earned yet.

He was an absolute just judge who believed in people, and the spirit of forgiveness, but if he decided against you there was no appeal because all honored his integrity especially court case watchers, they loved watching him in action every chance they could. The boy was good at what he does. God must have anointed him with the spirit of wisdom and righteous judgement.

After a year or so of sitting in the highest seat in judicial law, he had made some pretty wealthy powerful people as friends. More wealthy and more powerful than he, were his new found friends. He ate dinner with the United States President and played golf with the Prince of England, as well as observed mass with the Pope. At this point he was assured he had arrived and his parents were no more a thought on his mind, just like his home town he erased them from his conscious world.

One day a short gentleman around five foot two inches tall, reddish skin, dark haired, thick mustached and a little ruddy, walked into his chambers unannounced and unaccompanied by a deputy.

He stood up quickly as this caught him off guard. ” Sir, are you lost?” he asked. “No sir, I am not,” the hispanic accented man responded. ” I came to see you about a three point five million dollar problem I have.” Blake responded, ” what would be the problem of such a fine?” Blake was astounded by such an astronomical price for a fee. The man said, ” My daughter is home now, but facing a double homicide and it has been referred up to your court because of how heinous the crime was.” Blake shifted in his seat, ” that’s a heck of a bond” he thought, but only if she flees should her father be worried. ” Sir, so why are you here in my chambers, you posted that bond to get her out now what do you want of me?”

The man let’s just call him Alejandro, said, ” That’s not her bail. That’s your payment for over turning the other judge and finding her not guilty. Her ex-husband that bastard s.o.b. cheated on her and abused her, beat her baby out of her and was caught in sex when she killed thr both people. That is a crime of passion. They said because she had left the home for weeks before this day that she planned to return once she knew he had moved on, therefore catching him in the act and committing premeditated murder.”

Blake asked the man for every detail of the case. So, when Alejandro’s daughter’s case did come before him, he knew exactly how to handle it. He did dismiss all the charges against the young lady and set her free, while three point five million dollars was instantly transferred into his personal bank account. He was floored when he left the bench and checked his account balance.

He almost fainted. He had never seen that much money in his life and may never earn that much in a life time as a servant to the public.

That night he told Marva of his miracle. She was very disturbed by her husbands decision to take a bribe. ” Blake, you’re going to give that back. That’s bribery and you just jumped into a peranas pool and they will eat you alive if you don’t back out now.”

“Marva just let me handle what I must handle. You just keep this house and the boys up and I will make sure we are never in lack.” Blake said as he kissed her on the cheek and went on into his man cave to make calls to some of his new found colleagues.

That night Blake Jones had a dream, or was it a vision? While he was in dream state a small little grey man came to him he seemed to be in the right spirit enough. ” Blake you deserve this money. Don’t let your wife ruine this for you. Keep your eye on her she may betray you. You were dirt poor she should be grateful you have found your way. She benefits from it as well. Keep her away from all of your doings. We must protect ourselves,” whispered GREED into his ear as he slept and drempt of all the beautiful material gains he was now acquiring. He could buy and pay for a small island if he desired why wouldn’t his wife want this for them after all he had suffered in life. He tossed and turned all night long. He woke up with his mind made up. He would continue to rule his home as he pleased. Marva just better enjoy her free ride and stay out of his way and keep her mouth.

There was so much going on with the boys now, they were not aware of how well off they had become, nor did they have a clue of where the money came from. Jake was being awarded as always for a math or science projects. Josh has his football and the best looking cheerleader was his new girlfriend the boys were living their best life. It didn’t take long before they fit in and found their sweet spot in their new town and school sytem.

Marva was home making and praying. She went to the local prayer meeting that went on in the community she lived in. Every Tuesday evening seven pm til eight o’clock pm. She always had dinner prepared for the men folk in her home.

Blake said, she was in a cult jokingly. He seemed to truly believe it in his heart. Although he joked about it he worried she was being brainwashed by the local bible thumpers. He secretly hoped she would just keep all of her new exciting finds to herself. She was always talking to him about reaping what you sow. He did not like her talking to him about this voodoo mojo stuff these bible toting ocultists taught her.

As time went by Blake accepted more bribes and got his hands padded more and more at the expense of spilled innocent blood. He was just connected with a Cuban drug Lord El Delrado. Now, he was well over his head now, and had no clue, how much of a slave he just became.

The Jones’s were very popular in their community in 7even. Neighbors were always gifting them and keeping an eye out for ways to get close to the family. They threw the best parties and dinners as well as barbeques. Everyone wanted to be one of the VIP on the Jones’s guest list.

One evening on a Friday, during one of their gatherings, the telephone rang. It was for Blake. One of ElDorado’ s underlings was on the line. “Blake you gotta get to the cathedral over by the court house. You must come alone and make sure you are not followed.” Blake could not get a word out before the phone line went dead.

Marva noticed the flushed look that came over her husbands face. “What could it be.” She wondered. She approached him with love in her eyes and a prayer in her heart. She felt the negative vibe in the air. ” Blake is everything ok?” “Marva tend to the party, I will be back shortly.” He kissed her and grabbed his key and jacket then proceeded to the cathedral over by the court house.

The cathedral was lit up like a Christmas tree. That’s odd for a mobster to want to meet here but oh well, he went on inside. As he passed through the vestibule a tall darker skinned Hispanic man walked up to him quickly patted him down. Then he grabbed Blake’s arm like he was a criminal and lead him to the basement where El Dorado was waiting sitting at a huge oval oak table. He looked very perplexed.

” My ship was held up, the FBI and secret service had nothing to do with the hold up. It was the petty local police. What I need is to get my ship back and have any charges against my crew redirected to whoever you choose, and I want all but ten percent of my product back you can do with that what you please. If you get me,” he said to Blake and gave a wink.

” I’m no drug Lord,” said Blake. You can find someone else to help you with this. Plus I wouldn’t know what to do or where to begin.”

” Blake Jones, I don’t care what you are talking about. You are a man of powerful influence and I am a war and drug Lord. We both have insurmountable power and influence. You need to use your power and to never forget about mine.” El Dorado stood up walked over to Blake and handed him a manilla envelope. He pat Blake on the chest with the packet. This is addition to your ten percent if my product that you may do with what you will.

Get me my ship, and my boys you keep the money, drugs, and your life my boy.” He pat him open handed on the left side of his face twice like he was an elder of Blakes.

Blake wasn’t sure if he was to be afraid angry or excited about so much more money. But, how does he get rid of the drugs. He was no drug dealer or user.

He would never mention one word of this to Marva like his dream warned him prior to today, she might betray him if she had too much information. Plus, she was bible thumping now, so that kept her busy enough and out of his way and ear.

About a month later Blake came up missing and no one from the Court House knew where he went after he left work that evening.

He had a very secretive way of life now. Marva called his cell over and over. He had his phone turned off. She could tell because the phone went directly to voice mail every time she called. Her nerves were shot. He was never late for dinner and he was now five hours late. It was ten-thirty pm and well after their bed time.

Officers told her they could do nothing until he had been missing at least twenty-four hours. She was sick to think about him not making it back home safely to her and the boys. Marva was in panic mode and she just could not contain herself. She blurted out,”all of this God forsaken bribery and blackmailing.” The officer closest to her said, “ma’am I heared you, you better be quiet and watch your back. Those folk in those places will have you moved. Don’t accuse your husband of things you aren’t sure of nor can you prove.”

Marva got chills while he spoke, not from his words, but from the look in his eyes. They were so cold and still it gave her a death chill, that made her shutter right down to her bones.

Around twelve o’clock Blake came to join Marva in bed. She seemed to be already asleep. He didn’t try to bother her. He kissed her forehead and headed to the shower. Marva was wide awake she felt just a little nervous about her husbands new behaviors. She didn’t know what she should do. She laid there quietly listening to the shower and eventually did fall completely asleep and dreamed of him hanging in his chambers by a huge red roped cord.

The next morning she was without words as she prepared breakfast for her three men. They were all about to head out into the world today. She felt like everything in her world was teetering and she was the only one who was aware. As she was fixing everyone’s lunch for the day, she hummed an old gospel song. ” I know Jesus will fix it.” But, there’s been so very many years of the name of Jesus not being spoken aloud into the atmosphere of the Jones’s home.

Blake seemed to be irritated. He grabbed his lunch kissed Marva on the cheek and went on out the door telling the boys to have a great day. He looked at his family and smiled. He was winning and no one was able to stop him.

Blake’s cell phone began to ring as he drove on to work. He answered to a very heavy German accented fellow.

” Blake?” The voice said on the other end. “Blake Jones?” The voice asked once more. “Yes, this is he,” responded Blake. “To whom am I speaking?””I am Von, Von Vladimir Lenin. I am with the national federal bonding association. NFBA. We have been informed of suspicious behaviors and heinous acts from your bench and chambers.”

“What?” Blake responded as clueless as an innocent victim being put on trial. “Sir,” Von went on. “We are alerting you because of your prestige, instead of bumb rushing you, we would like for you to come to us. There will be an escort waiting for you once you get to the court house. They will be suited in black, with black shades on.”

Blake begin to panic, what could they know. All mouths that could be against him and his circle of shady business associates were sleeping in cement or with the fishes. “What do they know, what proof do they have?”

A small voice came into his mind like a memory, “Blake get out of this fast” it was Marva’s words but, the voice wasn’t her voice. “Yeah, she’s been talking to neighbors and church members trying to get advice on what she should do about your new found winnings that make her feel awful,” said Deciet.

Immediately veangence swooped down into his other ear. ” Get rid of her big mouth, she doesn’t love you, she’s not backing you, she hasn’t slept with you since you started really building this families real future up. She is not a team player. Find a younger prettier woman who will enjoy the luxuries you’re providing.”

“She must go tonight set it up quickly and get it done. Send her out for take out and have her done away from home, so it doesn’t lead back to you. Have someone clean this investigation up. You’ve got the money to make it all go away.”

That night Blake sent the boys out to the movies and dinner with the lady of their choice all expenses paid by him. They were so excited dates and they didn’t have to spend a dime. They dare not question it nor second guess it this was all around a win win situation.

Getting Marva to leave was harder than he thought. He could not think of how to send her for takeout as she had like always prepared their dinner. He wanted to tell her he needed something from the store but he feared she’d know better.

Marva walked into the man cave where he sat there studying and plotting her death. He asked as she approached, ” So who all have you told that your husband is a money launderer?” ” What did you say to me Blake Jones?” She asked as if startled and disturbed. ” I don’t talk about your little petty job to anyone. You were my king once and now a total disgrace and I am ashamed of you and your work and moral compass. You don’t ever have to worry about me telling your wicked secrets. I really just want a divorce and to be free of you and the debt of death you’re bringing upon our entire family and bloodline.”

Before he knew it he hit her over the head with a paper weight he had been holding in his hand the entire time he was trying to work out how to get her to leave. “That’s right,” said rage. ” Hit her again, she’s not dead. If she lives she will tell eveything.” Blake struck her about the top and back of her head three to four more times until he heared the death rattle, she gave up her last breath.

Blake checked for a pulse, she was dead alright. Fear came in and spoke up. ” We need to get rid of the corpse. Wrap her up in the rug before the blood starts to saturate it and stain the floor. Now evidence can be left behind.” He began to roll her up when a banging came to the front door.

He went to answer the door it was the police. ” Your Honor, we know your in there. Come out with your hands in the air Blake Jones, NOW! The voice yelled.
We got a call from one of your neighbors, they said they could see you hitting your wife in the head with an object and she fell. Let us in, let us see your wife, come out Blake.”

He was now in full panic mode. “OH God what have I done?” He ran upstairs into his closet where he found an old three roped cord that his mom told him was the cord of his heritage and as long as he had it the Jones favor from God would always be on his life and cover him from all harm. He took a side table from the bed into the closet and stood atop it. He hooped the cord over the hook he hung up for whatever reason. Now, he would use it to escape this place. He wrapped the loop around his neck. The officers were in his home yelling and searching. He kicked the table from beneath him and in less than three minutes, total darkness welcomed him.

Lord Death was there when he opened his eyes. He wasn’t grinning the Grim Reaper grin, no he looked hungry and Blake’s soul looked like a snack. “No, no, noooo, yelled Blake but it was much too late. The self hanging brimming his fate and there was no returns on these purchases. Grim licked his lips and the thought of Blake’s existence was no more. He was good and dead and gone thanks to Greed and his children. Evil had triumphed over good.

It wasn’t long before Jacob and his twin brother Joshua were pulling into the main gates of their sweet little community 7even. Turning down the road that lead around to their home is when they noticed all the emergency lights lighting up the entire back road. They proceeded forward with caution only to be blocked from their home by so many service vehicles and neighbors all out in the road just standing around. They were looking toward the boys house.

Jake panicked and jumped out of the vehicle. Josh followed him. The run to the house seemed like eternity. There was yellow tape sectioning off their entire property line enclosing the home. Jake started under the caution tape as an officer stopped him, Josh yelled “this is our house, our parents are in there, get out the way.”

The officer bear hugged both boys at once. He said, “Guys there has been a terrible accident. We can not let you proceed.”

Josh began to go into a rageous fit ” let me go, let me go, where’s my mother, where’s she at, where’s my mom?” He cried out so hard the EMT told the officer to please allow the boy to approach. As Josh approached the back of the ambulance he saw the black satin sheet covering a body. ” It’s not mom,” he said and refused to go any closer than ten feet of this false dream he was in. The officer grabbed his arm just as he felt weak in his knees and buckled to the ground.

Jake walked on past him directly to the body, he pulled the sheet back to see his mom’s disfigured face. Blood pools and knots covered her head and face. ” Mommy,” he squealed. “Where’s my dad, where’s my dad? He is going to have a fit, my dad is going to die, she was his everything.” He ran toward the house yelling “Dad, daddy, dad, it’s mommy, where are you dad? Mom’s hurt really bad, daddy?”

There were officers by the stairway and all upstairs. He ran up the stairs just as Josh was joining him, they saw the firemen cutting his father down from the ceiling and a thud that shook both boys to their knees. They howled, Josh ran down the stairs, he began to vomit he couldn’t contain the trauma. He screamed up to the sky, ” what happened God, tell me what happened. Help me understand. God, what happened?” He bawled and yelled at the sky, punching at the air as to be boxing an invisible force.

Jake simply walked out onto the front porch and sat in the middle of the first step. He had a look on his face of a man who had exited his body and was no more good. Jake was frozen with a soulless blank blunt efface. He was thrown way aback. “What could have happened here, and why? Is this what his dad planned to do when he sent them to the movies? Mom, never cheated she was a wonderful wife and mother. What, what happened?” His mind blocked him in and no one could get in there with him. He sat as the workers cleared the home of his parents bodies and collected evidence. He was frozen in time and could not break himself free.

Eventually the funerals were behind them. There was a knock on the door. Josh opened the door. There was a very tall being standing there nor male or female just a being. It entered the home asking for Jake’s attention as well. Neither twin felt fear or awkward for some reason or another.

The being spoke you”I am Manakel, I am from the order of Gabriel who presides directly under our Father/mother creator God Ahhyah Eshu! I’m sent to set things aright with you. I’m here to tell you a story of a spirit name GREED. He and his minions over took your dad in his weakness for wealth, power, and authority. You see your dad practically raised himself, and was very poor barely having enough food in his body to keep alive. It was his strong will and shear determination to survive and surpass his poverished beginning that made him become very studious and eventually attaining the highest judicial state on a local level.

Your dad was driven by GREED and fear to cause us all to end up where we are now. I’m come to do three things. Help you understand and forgive your dad and the events that took both your parents from you. Two, to warning you of protecting your gates you have six, your eyes should not be allowed to watch any and everything that comes out on the tv or movie screens.

Your ear gates, cater what you listen to to what you want your spirit to recieve. The mouth gate, only speak that which is truth and of good faith and cheer. Those hands and your body are your touch gates, don’t touch or be touched by that which can defile your judgement and make you weak to sin. Your nose gate and it is subtle, sweet smells that remind you of good times or certain people, can lead you toward seduction and destruction, and the last gate the ethereal gate, it is the hardest to protect as it is left unguarded every time you are asleep, allowing subliminal messages to seep into your subconscious mind. Try prayer and meditation on what is good, what is true and what is holy. Ask your angels to guard and protect you while you sleep and always thank God for allowing this protection before you fall asleep and all will be well.seven

You must keep guard also over your soul and heart. Do not allow it to become worn with the cares, fears, and sorrows of this earth’s plane. For depression is a living grave. When pain is greatly felt, it is wise for one to take a pause from the world for a reset. We all can benefit from this, from time to time!

Boy’s know that God is alive and well. He is love and has provided that you should never work or toil a day in your lives thanks to the love that drove your dad to work his behind off. Your dad loved you both to pieces and he adored your mother.

The man that destroyed this home was not your dad, but an avatar for the wicked one and his evil children. Never let yourselves, get too hungry, too lonely, too sad or bored before you start talking to your angels and God and you will be just fine.”

It has to have been an angel that spoke with them, because as soon as the speaking ended he vanished into thin air unlike when he knocked on the door to get in. In the midst of the talk both boys hearts and minds were healed and put at ease. They would forever remember to protect all seven of 7even’s gates from this day forward.



“Meet the Phillips”

“Wow, look at the beautiful enormous trees.” Robbie said, as his Dad Robert Phillips turned into their driveway at 1515 Crabapple st. in 7even. ” Yes they are very verdant and lusciously green,” responded Rhonda.

The house was a creamy tan colored vinyl siding and olive green window trimmings. The roof is olive green made of tin.The front porch was broad and enclosed by a brick wall structure that’s waist high with cement slab tops.
It’s a one story twenty thousand square foot, five bedroom, three baths and fire places. This was ideal for the triple R’s new home.

Rhonda dressed the home in all the seasons of the year. Her kitchen was warm but fall exciting. The Living room, Summer colors and alive and thriving, she dressed her bedroom in dream like surroundings that allowed awakening to pleasant emotions.

The two men in the house always knew to get on out of her way and do what they want with their private spaces. Robert Phillips had dreamed of this type of space his whole life. His parents did pretty well, but they had seven children and he was a twin, so he always shared a bedroom. Now he had his own man cave. He put pictures up of Bruce Lee, Super Man, Black Panther, and the Dallas Cowboys original starting line-up. He hung a street sign from his old neighborhood right over the entry way of the door.

He mounted a seventy-two inch screen t.v. on the wall opposite of the nurf basketball goal. He built his own room of joy especially with all his game consoles and movie selections as well as all of his favorite music on disk. The only reason to leave his home is to golf and bowl, because the pool table was in the basement. “Yeah, life’s going to work out after all.” He thought to himself.

Robbie was a nine year old boy genius. He was solving numerical problems at age three,and that first startled his parents almost to fear. Now he is in tenth grade classes but, home and student portal with his mother’s assistance. This was more for his safety and security as he was small for his own age less knowing being surrounded by enormous fourteen and fifteen year olds running the halls and pushing and bumping him along.

Robert Phillips had a golfing game that was with some of his new buddies that were residents at the facility he had just become chief Neuro Pathologists and master surgeon. This guy had extraordinarily impeccable nerves of steel and a hand steady as a pin is straight. His hand eye coordination was uncanny and these fellas out here although most were younger than he by five to ten years, were about to remember his name and why around the office they call him the ” Slice and Dice. Yes the greens was his play ground and his favorite putter was his precision tool. They were not ready for this beat down his so masterfully prepared to hand them without remorse.

Rhonda was home all the time baking and cleaning and meeting the neighbors sharing sweets and recipes. She met Jake and Josh who now wanted to only Go by their full names Jacob and Joshua. Rhonda marked them as very well put together astute young men. She liked everyone in seven. She had plenty to do and she never was bored.

She signed up for the local Pta although she homeschooled her son, he was just as part of the school system as any student that sat in a classroom and she kept him to the schedule. She loved dancing so she signed up for and afternoon samba class and jazzersize. The local Parrish also heared about her charitable heart and asked for her assistance on every Thursday noon. She went there and served food to less fortunate people during the lunch hour. She also crocheted and made scarfs, mittens and blankets for the homeless people for winter. She was a busy little bee and Robert and Robbie adored her, she was their very own angel and they knew it.

” I found a church, the pastor is close to our age and he’s filled with the word.” Robert spoke. ” I mean he is over flowing and although he lost his wager against me, I am tempted to yet appease his request to come hear him preach Sunday.” Well, his two R’s were ready to return to church so, both were very excited at his find. ” Would y’all like to go try it out with me?” “Yes,” the two said simultaneously with excitement and joy! He was pleased, his family was all he has here five hours away from home so, he meant to keep them close, safe, and protected.

He was a praying man and his wife a prayer warrior. He got everyone up extra early that Sunday morning, the smell of Turkey bacon and grits, eggs, and toast and Rhonda could smell coffee. “Oh honey good morning it smells wonderful,” she said as she approached him by the stove while tying her robe belt to secure it. She stood up on her tippy toes and gave him a kiss. The Phillips didn’t shun morning breath, they shunned not showing affection and using such things as an excuse. Nope the love was real around here and all knew it.

The Phillips blended into the neighborhood well. Robbie had plenty boys his age after school hours, to run and ride his bike or four wheeler with. Rhonda had her social clubs and volunteer groups and big Rob had his man cave and a golf course so perfectly manicured he’d cry every time it was freshly cut. He went by on cut days to tip the mower company. Yes, this was the life. He had God his wife and son and humanity around him seemed to be quite alright.

It was dark and cold and the rain was pouring sheets so heavy, head lights on your car were of no effect! Rob had been called in around two am that dreary Thursday morning. He was called in for an emergency brain surgery. The patient was admitted for a severe migraine and upon running many different tests the CAT SCAN showed a quarter sized mass with several smaller scattered spots indicating according to the reports an aneurysm and a bad one. Dr. Phillips was always speedy to the call.

His patient was a black male between age forty to forty-five, dark skin toned with full lips, wide nose, and deep dark chocolate oval eyes. He was gripping at his head from both sides, ” please make it stop doc,” said the man seemingly around five feet nine to ten inches tall, guessing by how he fit the bed. He was also very muscular and athletically built. “What could be going on inside his head to bring this magnificent being to such a point of weakness.” Robert thought to himself, as he believes all of creation is beautiful and absolutely differently made wonderfully in God’s image. He rushed away after giving the patient a good look over and reviewing the nurses notes on the man, to have a look for himself at the scan result.

While sitting in the public station for doctors and nurses in the county hospital, Dr. Phillips was startled at what he saw as soon as the lab delivered their scan results directly to him, hand to hand. He saw the anyuerism and he had an idea it had attacked smaller vessels to avoid complete rupture. He had to move fast and create a release of pressure and drain point.

After a very successful three hour long procedure, Rob walked out to the awaiting family members with a very serious but happy stance. ” I am pleased to let you know he made it through surgery and is breathing on his own. He had a granular myeloma erupt in his head that is much like a sack that fills up with blood and can cause sever pain and can lead to internal bleeding and death. It’s good he was able to get here and we could resolve the issues. He can have visitors in about thirty minutes.God bless you all.”

Later in the day Rhonda had food ready and waiting for her husband. Robbie was on break with the school schedule so to stay in line with that he was in relax mode. Rob sat down at the table very tired and hungry. Rhonda went to run him a bath. She put green alcohol and Epsom salt in the hot water. She was very attentive to her men folk, her two R’s. She loved them dearly. She went into the bedroom and pulled Rob’s favorite T-shirt and old joggers out and laid them across the toilet seat lid.

Rob finished his well thought out meal and headed to the bath area where he found the peace his wife had just created for him. He was good at absorbing and appreciating her efforts. He always let her know he was worth every thing she does for him to keep and care for him.

Rhonda was a very sexual being. Nobody knew how very sexual she was but Rob, so he felt blessed that everyone viewed her as the good ole Christian motherly lady, but behind closed doors he was her personal secret love stallion. Rob had no problems with keeping his wife’s dirty little secret between the two of them. He teased and tempted her every chance he could and he had a trick up his sleeve for her tonight.

” Hey, honey can you please come wash my back?” I’m so restless I’m sure it will help if you give me a good scrub down.” Rhonda entered the room and sat on a stool she bought for this. As she washed her hubby’s back he started flicking water at her and giggling. She started getting antsy she could feel his prank joke energy rising, so she tried to take off and run from the bathroom, but it was too late. He grabbed her wrist too quickly, before she knew it she was fully dressed in the tub soaked up and down and Rob was laughing and kissing and tickling her all over. “Robert Phillips how dare you,” she said in a I’mma get you back playful tone.

As soon as she could find a grip she pulled the plug to drain the water from the tub. Then she stood up, took all of her clothes off and left them atop her naked husband sitting in the empty cold tub. He looked confused. But, she knew better so she ran to the bedroom and got dressed quickly. Not quick enough Rob ran into the bedroom, tackled her to the bed shaking and jumping all over the bed keeping her from gaining her balance. “Stop it Rob I’m going to get sick.”

” Tell me Rhonda what must you do to stop this bed from shaking ma’am?” “I must make it Rock, sir yes sir!” “That’s exactly what I’m talking about lady! Yahoo!””I’m a rhinestone cowgirl and I am looking for my trusted steed Rob and I am ready for the ride baby!” They both laughed and enjoyed a very passionate filled night.

A few weeks went by and Robbie came running into the living room area yelling ” dad you’re on the news, they said malpractice and they are suing you for the death of Mr. Washington, weeks after surgery and they said he bled to death for bad closure procedure.” The T. V. was blaring this nightmare all over the United States airways. This is crazy, what’s going on here? ” I’m not believing this, my God what’s going on I know I did my job properly.”

Rhonda assured her husband she was by his side and wasn’t going to be budged. She was at every hearing and sat through every questioning session. Her husband seemed frail and weak he was being rail roaded. “These people had to have done something wrong after he went home. How can so long after the procedure, can you be the blame for his death? I’m so confused, God help us please reveal the truth under your perfect light. I am begging you God don’t do this to us, dont let Satan win over your children please God please!” Rhonda prayed low under her breath.

Months have went by, court date after court date, lies after lies. This was painfully excruciating to watch her husband be abused verbally. They ended up losing all of their savings and, now they have lost all but one vehicle and lawyer fees keep piling up. They had to take out a second mortgage on their new home. This was way too much to bare. Rhonda stood by her husband day in and day out. She would never budge, this man was her hero and superman! Yet, today he was her baby and she knew not what to do to bring him comfort.

Robert had, had enough of this. His lawyers were draining him financially and the death was killing him internally. He knew he performed a superior procedure but, the court’s were leaning more toward the deceased man’s family and giving them comfort and closure at his and his families expense. “I am about to lose my mind, Rhonda. I don’t know if I am coming or going. God has turned his back on me and I have done no wrong that I am aware of. How on God’s good green earth am I being drug around like this. I am faithful, honest, true, loving, kind, and diligent at pleasing God through how I care for his children. My God Rhonda, why is this going on,” tears and moans escaped her husbands pierced lips like a painful whine, that hurt her deeply as she could not provide him with serenity and peace as she would love to do. She just wanted to make everything go away and to make him feel all better. But, she knew that was just a fantasy and she felt horrible she was helpless and useless. She hated how this is destroying her man’s power and authority.

Eventually the case put them out of their home and in the homeless shelter down town near the court house that was raping their entire family. Robert lost thirty-five pounds and he had no appetite at all ever. Rhonda forced him to eat jello, pudding, and chicken noodle soup. It was all he could handle without getting sick.

Day after day, night after night Rhonda became more enraged at the suing family. She couldn’t understand how any of this happened and even in praying and fasting she found no salvation in what was going on in her families life.

Rhonda started hanging out at bars and clubs as well as restaurants, trying to bump into a familiar face of one of the family members of the dead man. She went out every day during the free hours that she got from being put out of the shelter for daily cleaning or whatever. One day she ran into the man’s sister at the local McDonald’s and enticed the woman into hearty conversation that lead to the opening of the conversation that included her husband and the tumultuous weather’s, his rushing to save her brother from death caused his family to suffer
She went on and on until she said exactly what Rhonda and Rob had assumed. She said, ” My brother had a very major surgery a year or so ago and he made it through surgery fine, then he came home and pulled all the darn stitches out because it itched so bad. But, he wasn’t warned to leave them in and he pulled the wrong one and bled to death while no one was home. I blamed the nurses for not going over home care procedures but, my family wanted to go after the doctor. He was a good man and I really hated what they did.

I was only present at the court house to show family support, but I hated it every single minute, I prayed against my family winning. I wasn’t strong enough to will it my way. I am so very sorry, I wish there was a way I could have helped that man and his family. They lost everything because of my families greed.”

Rhonda was furious, only not showing it externally. She smiled as to be oblivious to the story and she shook her head and seemed to be very consoling every time the woman said she was sorry or against her family. Rhonda was railing mad and her brain felt like a hornets nest. Maybe she had bit off more than she was ready to swallow but she would not ruine her cover with an emotional outburst. She saw red, blood red. This was an anger she never felt before. She excused herself from the woman and went to get some air. Her anger was not subsided by the brisk air as she desired.

“What is this anger?” She screamed as she walked to her car, “and why can I shake it off,” her body trembled all over and the hornets resumed their humming in her skull. “I am rage” a voice whispered. “Wrath,” said a more sinister hissing voice! “Vengeance!” Thought Rhonda loud and clear! “Vengeance for my husband, my son, our family,” she cried out. Rhonda waited for the woman to leave the McDonald’s.

Once the lady, we now know as Julia emerged from the door of the restaurant Rhonda noticed she was walking wherever she was going. So, just like a depraved predator, she offered Julia a friendly ride with a warm welcoming smile. Julia accepted, saying she was going to her mom’s house which was a thirty minute ride across town. Rhonda had already prepared for the moment she would have this opportunity. She had latex gloves, large rubber bands, tin foil, two five gallon jugs of gasoline, black clothing, matches and power cutting equipment, she also had a water key to drain the fire hydrants in the area. She would make it impossible for survival as their greed had left her family. Oh, but they should pay dearly.

Life at the shelter week after week, saving for a house was difficult for the doctor, and his wife seemed to just simply not care about the rules of being in on time. She knew they had to find elsewhere to sleep, if they missed the time deadline. He had landed a job at a local community clinic, after what he went through, it was quite a blessing, so he and Robbie were always in on time. “Where on earth could she be?” He thought to himself, as Robbie had not mentioned missing her yet. He didn’t want to stir up any kind of nervous energy, so he pondered his wife’s where abouts secretly in his heart.

Rhonda camped out in the community park behind the Washington’s home, which was a huge beautiful ranch style home. It was too well lit, she located her rubber gloves and splicers. Rhonda waited til after eleven pm. She began to work quickly, setting the signal scanners, cutting wires to land lines and electrical power sources. She poured gas down into the basement windows, around the house all the windows were shut, but to her surprise, the back door was opened. “These folk are crazy to do what they do to folk and leave themselves so vulnerable.” Vengeance was constantly in her ear!

She crept into the house through the laundry room. As she tipped into the kitchen area she realized the people were in bed. Rhonda took her second five gallons of gasoline and poured from the kitchen to the livingroom area, on to the hallway that had conjoining doors to every bedroom in the home and the stairway to the basement. She peeped into their bedrooms from Wrath’s advice, ” leave no stone unturned and all witness must die,” he directed her.

Rhonda had her bags on her feet and rubber bands around her ankles to keep her DNA to herself. She had her hair wrapped up and gloves on as well as dressed in black and face mask on. She lit her match as she walked back down the hallway toward the livingroom and threw it toward the basement stairway inside the home. She ran through the kitchen and lit a match as she exited the laundry room door to the home she threw it inside the door. Outside she lit the house up from the outside. The entire Washington family was inside even the lady who showed her where they lived. The house went up in flames like a stack of hay. She watched from the park long enough to be sure no surprise survivors would come running out.

After she stripped down and changed her clothes and wig and wrap, she put everything in a bonfire container there on the other side of the park away from the blazing home. Rhonda stood by her fire as if to be warming herself for the onlookers. She left as soon as she heard sirens in the distance. It took fifteen minutes to get a response and it didn’t matter to her, because all the folk who hurt her family for nothing just received their just due.

Robbie noticed his mom standing at the door that morning as they were preparing to leave the shelter. “Mommy!” He ran to the door smiling and happy to see his mother there and alive. He cried happy I missed you tears and when he was allowed out the door he nearly knocked her down jumping in her arms hugging and squeezing her as if she had been gone a year. She kissed her son and husband. ” Where have you been?” Rob asked his wife. ” I was so worried about you, that I had a terrible nightmare and you were on fire, I tried to put the fire out but it kept growing and growing, just when I would think it was out. Babe I will die without you, we need you. I’m so glad you’re here.”

Rob didn’t leave space for her answer to her whereabouts, so she let the question ease on by. She embraced her family with a hidden fear in the back of her mind. He told her of the news report that morning on tv, the Washington’s entire estate went down in flames and the whole family seniors, women, men, and children. “No Survivors” the media repeated. Rhonda’s heart paused as her husband said the video tape caught a glimpse of the perpetrator. But, he followed up with ” the man cut power before traits of id could evaluated, smart guy I’d hate to say, but they lied on me and nearly destroyed my career, and mental health.” She sighed relief silently and relaxed deeply in her husbands arms hurrying her cold nose in his chest. Then he left walking for work, she took Robbie with her to look for low priced houses. They had ideas of a smaller more quite low maintenance place. A nice two bedroom with two full bathrooms is enough. They agreed and wrote down all the houses address and area where they were.

The years flew by and the Phillips were preparing for a long awaited and well planned vacation, although they moved, they were still physically lived in 7even and they were still surrounded by luscious gardens and greenways. 7even was a very verdant land to own and observe. They were going to the Virgin Islands for seven days and nights. It is so very much needed. “All packed up,” Rhonda and Robbie came running to the car with luggage, snacks, maps, and drinks. This is truly a trip this family can benefit from.

“All packed up, restroom stops are done, and snacks are readily available,” Rhonda said, as she was opening her door to get in the passenger side. Two police squad cars pulled up, one behind the car and the other beside the driver door. Four officers got out of the two vehicles and approached the car on both sides. One officer was talking to Robert looking toward Rhonda. She could see Rob’s head lowering and his face was distorted as if he was receiving the most disturbing news ever. Her legs began to tremble and then the shutter trailed up her entire body.

Robert and two officers walked over to her door. She unlocked and opened her door. An officer approached her and asked to have her accompany them to police department. She was so nervous, it was making her sick enough to vomit. Rhonda already knew what has going down, she put her hands out to surrender and they did cuff her front ways and sat her in the back of a squad car.

Months went by after the arraignment and bond hearing. Rhonda had been locked up for months and had lost a lot of weight because she wasn’t eating this jail food. She and Rob were unable to make the bond, and she was withering away. She told Rob at one of their visitations that she was guilty and would not plead otherwise. ” Robert Phillips please, please take care of Robbie and yourself. I can’t change what has happened. My anger took over me and voices took over my mind directing me the entire way! I felt powerless but I truly was aware of my movements, but, I could not stop myself no matter what amount of connection I had with God, my spirit wasn’t strong enough to battle. They took everything from us and I wanted to curse God but, murder seemed like a better option. Please forgive me, my love.” She sobbed and stood up wiping her face and eyes with the bottom tail of her orange jump suit top. She placed a kiss on her hand and then to the glass in front of his lips. ” I love you Rob, good bye. Please go on with your life once they give me the book. I don’t want to see you anymore. Take care of yourself and Robbie. I am signing a refusal of future visitation. Go forward my love.”

Rob was present at every court session. He sat in back because he knew Rhonda did not need to see him. If he looked worried it would just cause her to be in a mental prison about how he and Robbie were doing, and how painful it is to be away from them. He was there with her and he never left her side. At the end of the trial, Rhonda was sentenced to ten years flat. Robert felt weak and scared at the same time. How would he alone complete Robbies upbringing and provide for home and take care of his wife financially. He rushed to the front of the courtroom. Rhonda’s public defendant allowed them three minutes to touch and exchange a few last minute important details. Rhonda promised to be strong and to use this time rekindle her fire for God and get a college degree. Robert promised to wait on his wife and that he definitely would do.

After six months Rob had acquired his job and old home back. During Rhonda’s trial the recording of she and Mr. Washington’s sisters conversation at the McDonald’s that long ago day, saved his surgical reputation. ” Why didn’t my wife just bring the recording to me. They would have everything and she would be free to enjoy life with him and their son.” He thought grievingly to himself.me

While sitting in his man cave having a tall double shot lotte, someone knocked on the door. He told Robbie to answer the door. Robbie yelled,” dad you might want to come and see this right here.” Rob entered the living area and was astounded by what he saw.

This was a giant being with no face just light, the entire head was light. A huge ball of light! The being spoke, ” Robert Phillips, ponder no more. Torture your mind no more! Rhonda had been over taken by an onslaught of spirit beings, while she was at her weakest point. This is why I am here to warn you. Humans must understand there are gateways that must be guarded at all times. You may love God and you may be faithful to the ways of God, yet, when leaving your gates unguarded it leaves a gap for the enemy to seep in and gain control over the weak individual.

Your wife was weakened by fear and doubt. Wrath forced himself upon her and so did rage dysfunction and deceit. She was unable to control herself, not one time did these energies give her a second to breath mentally. They didn’t want her to have a chance to call out to God for help. They knew she would be set free. So they worked on her until she had completed vengeance’s evil works. Hold no grudges for her mishandling of this situation. Her love for you and fear of your life’s work being crushed by a lie conjured for the sake of greed. I have listed here all seven of the deadly sins and the seven gateways, as well as seven different ways God has provided for all humans who trust him, to get out of troubles way!

Rob and Robbie felt humbled to their knees, they understood the reverence of the holy spirit and the entity asked them to stand and be blessed in Jesus Christ and he vanished. Robbie eyes filled with tears. ” Dad, that was an angel we are going to be fine. I also feel like mom will be home sooner than ten years maybe half time if she does good. He was right and was heading to college when Rhonda did finally make it back home to them.

As with all the homes and families in 7even the life lessons they learn come with a severe consequence. The grim reaper Lord Death has come to the conclusion that he himself should buy property in 7even for himself. The sun goes down on 7even when it’s rising on the rest of the world. Lord Death stood at the main gateway looking off into the heavens. He thought to himself with ghoulish snarl spreading across his thin chard lips, “Grimms’s finally home.” Lord have mercy on this poor town called 7even.


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