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Great Buzzard Eli James IV · (09-11-2013)

Clouds are moving faster than a usual slow speed. The sky is a blue, purple, and pink color thanks to the suns ray of lights. The sight is something only artists could hope to recreate, but wouldn't come close. It's a once in a lifetime sight. It'll never be seen the same again. The air is a bit thin with a low humidity.

A small town is seen with a few people sitting on the sidewalk as if a parade was about to begin. Blankets are laid out on the as-fault to keep the seats not too hot. Italian Ice, Danny's D-Dawgs, and Yum-Yum Chicken have stations selling various refreshments to keep everyone cool and satisfied. The yearly town parade is about to begin to celebrate a time in history. In 1813 on this day, the United States was given the nickname 'Uncle Sam'. The parade has several veterans, the town's school band, a few local sports teams for kids, floats decorated by several businesses, and finally to end it is the float covered in the Red, White, and Blue with Uncle Sam waving. Well, someone dressed like Uncle Sam.

Just a mile away from the downtown area is an old church building that's been rumored to be haunted. It's been abandoned since the late 1800s but still stands thanks to a protection issues by the town's court. While the parade music starts and the march begins.. inside the dark abandoned church is Eli James.

Eli James IV "Perception. Out there... people everywhere waiting for a little family entertainment.. and not even a thought that there's someone in their midst that could change their whole life.. standing in a building that's been abandoned for years. Everyone sits.. out there. Watching.. waiting.. living their lives.. without another thought.

Twelve years ago.. in this very building.. a group started to meet here. A group of witches. They gathered to talk about things goin' on in their lives.. tryin' to become one with mother nature.. to cast evil spells on those who have tried to hard 'em.. a few tryin' to cast love spells in hopes the person that caught their eye would love them back. They would gather here in the dark and start some chants to the universe and the gods of the universe. Yet, the gods would be silent. Their requests would go unanswered time and time again. One of the young lady witches.. her mom had diagnosed with a rare cancer.. so she would come here every day to seek the wisdom of the gods.. to cast magic against the disease. Unfortunately, the result had left her mother walk into eternity. She had lost hope in what she, at one moment in time, put her whole life into. She believed all of it. Since age 6, she was taught by an elder witch in this town.. she would give her books to read and unload all the wisdom and knowledge to this young girl. She was a true leader.

When reality had sunk in and her mother had passed on.. her hope had vanished. Her beliefs were shaken. There was a hole in her life that her belief in the universe had once filled, but it was empty. She tried to rekindle the fire in her witch-filled ways, but the hole remained. It was as if she would pour water in a cup without a bottom. On and on she would pour but it would never fill the hole in her heart.

After coming her for a few years after her mother's passing to keep her foundation.. I came.

Mystica would remember who she was... her name was Becky.

I found Becky in a corner with papers of spells everywhere.. crying.. pouring her heart out to the gods.. and no reply. No comfort. Empty she remained. She was spooked when I walked in the building.. but I told her I had come because Almighty had shown her mercy. HE.. heard her cry. HE saw the pain she was feeling. HE heard.. HE responded. He sent me to Becky to offer her a new way of life. I offered her truth and eternal life. We talked and talked. We met here day after day.. the hole she had.. the emptiness in her life was beginning to be filled. She was being complete.

I had left to go finish work elsewhere.. and Becky stayed the course. Years later, she received a letter I sent to invite her to the Promise Land.. her and her evil sister who struggles to this day.. but we're here to produce life.

With Mystica's background.. and even knowing something would happen between you two.. it was just a matter of time.. I had Becky assist David.. Mystica.. while he stayed at The Promise Land.

Like I say.. EVERYTHING I do.. EVERYTHING I allow.. it's with purpose.

Becky wasn't with Mystica to lure him into a relationship, but to test her old ways. She stayed strong. David had even made a great impression on her. Today, she's a new woman. Free. A great testimony from death to life. Mystica was used to help Becky.. and he didn't disappoint. He was chosen to be my prophet. To some he would bring down the plagues.. and to others he would draw them to himself and point them to eternal life and truth. A prophet.. and a friend. A great warrior and a trusted soul is David and Mystica.

Miss Callaway. My world is not about having clones or zombies. Everyone has a choice. Everyone is given a choice. They stay because they have come to the realization of truth. If a house is built on rock, do they leave if they find a house build on sand? Of course not. Truth gives the foundation and structure people need.

I reveal.. and everyone responds. You either accept, come, and follow me.. or you deny and go on your way. But everyone responds.

Eli walks in different rooms of the church during the parade. He walks up to a dirty window to look outside at the colorful sky. He hears the music being played in the distance from the parade.

Eli James IV "Today they celebrate the nickname of the United States. Today they enjoy the beautiful day outside.. refreshments.. family fun.. music.. entertainment.. its all there. But..

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