VIGILANTE MESSIAH - Incarnation Earth - Chapter TWO (3 of 13)

Chapter 02: The Struggle

I mentioned that this was the fifth time I have been murdered and resurrected. My life has been extremely complicated. Since the day I was born everything was running as smooth as silk. No troubles and no worries. In fact I had the perfect life, a perfect wife and perfect family, until the day they were all taken from me. Within a few short minutes my life became a living nightmare, and I never saw it coming.

I remember that day last year, it was Christmas Eve in my hometown of Remington Falls, Vermont. We had just got home from visiting my brother in law, Greg. There was a fresh snowfall on the ground from earlier that day, along with a huge snowman my kids, Charles and Britney made. The evening could not be any better, there was a wonderful silence in the air. The Christmas lights in the neighborhood were simply stunning. We had a contest this year on who can put up the most lights. All I can say is that our street now looks like the Las Vegas strip in the North Pole.

As we are approaching the front door to our home, my 7 year old son Charles says, "Daddy, Santa will not have any excuse on finding our street this year will he?" "Not at all son, with these lights, nearby life in the next solar system will not have any excuse finding us."

We all just smiled at each other as I turned the key to enter our front door. My wife Lisa says, "Jonathan, plug in the Tree and take Britney upstairs to get ready for bed."
Britney was my four year old who just fell asleep on the living room sofa. She was so excited and dancing all day waiting for Santa to arrive, and exhausted herself to sleep. Charles dashes quickly to his room to try and fall asleep as fast as he can because he always says that Christmas morning comes much faster if he falls asleep quickly. He yawns with much exaggeration and says, "Daddy, I'm tired, I am going to go to bed early tonight, OK?" "Sure son, just remember to brush your teeth first, I will be in there to say good night soon." We always kid around about this, because no other day of the year will Charles ask to go to bed early except on Christmas Eve.

My wife was in the Kitchen making coffee as I grab hold of the plug to light the Christmas tree. As I push it into its socket, a spark goes off and the power goes out in the entire house. I peer through the window and notice everyone else's lights are still on, so I figured it was just a circuit breaker.

Lisa says, "What happened Jonathan? I can't see a thing, its pitch black." "It must be a circuit breaker, I'll go downstairs and see if I can switch it back on." I managed to fumble to the basement door and down the stairs, and suddenly the basement door violently slams shut. I quickly grab the door knob to try and open it and push through, but to no avail, somebody locked it on me. I began to yell, "Lisa, Lisa, open the door. Lisa, Lisa, open the door!" I start hearing gun fire going off on the other side of the door and Lisa screaming, "No, don't hurt my kids, you can do what you want with me, but not my kids, please!" I then hear my daughter Britney screaming, "Daddy, Daddy, please help. Daddy, Daddy, please help!" I then hear more gunfire and the screams become silent. All this time I am slamming myself into the door to try and save them, but they apparently used both dead bolts to lock me downstairs.

All I can do is pray as I listen to this horror unfold on the other side of the door. My gut tightens with intensity as I continue to listen for my son Charles voice. I hear the men say, "Get the boy in his room and take him to his Father to find out where the safe is hiding."

I then run down the stairs to grab an old iron pipe that was leaning against the corner against the bare concrete wall. The door flies open and I see the men holding a knife to my sons throat. "Where's the safe, or the boy dies now, where's the freaking safe?" My son Charles is staring at me with tears in his eyes as he begs me to help him.
"Daddy, Daddy, please help me, why are they doing this to us, why?" "Son, stay calm, I will give them what they want, your life is more important than the diamonds we have in our safe."

Apparently these murderous thieves found out that we inherited Lisa's great grandmother's large diamond collection, and knew we kept it in a hidden safe within our home.

"Let my son go now, and then I will tell you where the safe is."

There were three men in all, one was about five feet 9 inches tall, 165 pounds. He had frizzy long hair and a scar across his neck. The second man was about 6 feet tall with a receding hair line and he was wearing a black leather biker jacket. The third man seemed to be in charge of them. He was the largest, about 6 feet 4 inches tall and weighing about 340 pounds. He had a long black pony tail down to his waist. The third man speaks, "Let the boy go for now."

As Charles is let go, he runs toward me and grabs me, crying, "They Killed Mom and Britney, they're now going to kill us." I then proceed to tell the men where the diamond safe is. "The safe is in the upstairs master bedroom. In the large closet there is a floorboard under the carpet that pulls up and reveals the safe. If you let me and the boy go I will tell you the combination that opens it." The leader of the gang says, "Thank you for the safe, we don't need the combination to open it, we have a saw that will slice right through it."

Within seconds, I and my son each have a bullet in our heads as the leader pulls the trigger and says, "You didn't think we were really going to let you go now, did you? Hehehe, Bon Voyage Mr. Powers, I'll see you in hell my friend, save me a seat will you?"
I am then immediately surrounded by pure brilliant white light. This light was unlike anything on earth I have seen in physical form. It was extremely bright, but soft on my eyes. There was no pain, but only a sense of unconditional love that saturated every part of my being. I was home, and did not want to even think about going back to earth, when suddenly 12 Angelic beings surround me in a circle.

I ask, "Where am I?"

One of the angels replies, "You are between the earth plane and the Celestial plane, your earth body has died, but your Soul continues to live. You arrived here because we need to send you back to earth on a specific mission."

I reply, "How is that, my body is dead and I have a bullet in my brain?"

One of the angels says, "Don't worry, just leave that to us, you will live again within the next few minutes."

I reply, "What am I supposed to do when I go back? Will my wife and children be alive too, like me?"

The senior angel says," No, they will remain as they are, but one day you will understand why it must be this way."

I then ask, "What am I supposed to do filled with hopelessness, and my wife and children slaughtered."

"Like I said, one day you will know why, but you will need to learn in your own appropriate time. You will endure much death, pain and hardship. Death and Pain will be a way of life for you, but when your mission is finished, the reward will far outweigh every ounce of pain you endure. Weeping may last each night, but Joy will come every morning. You will become a master of darkness, and a master of light, and one day abolish the endless battle of light and dark from the earth forever. Dualism will come to an end, while peace and harmony will prevail."

One of the other angels says, "Jonathan, you will be filled with darkness, rage and vengeance over and over again throughout your life. This darkness will be what motivates you to our ultimate weapon, "Forgiveness". Your rage will drive you to every dark soul on the planet, they will kill you in so many different ways, then we will bring you back to life each and every time, and you will lay your hand on their head and forgive them. With the sword of vengeance and the light of forgiveness you will conquer the Universe, starting with planet earth. The universe is a huge place, so you will need to incarnate bodily on many different planets in the future to accomplish our final goal of light and peace in our universe. For now, earth is our top priority"

I reply, "What if I decide to stay here instead?"

"You have already accepted this mission on a soul level way back in the beginning of the creation of the Universe. We will explain all about that later, its time for you to go back into your body now."

Then just as quickly as the bright heavenly light appeared I was back in my body alive and well. I opened my eyes and see my dead son on my chest and the bullet that was in my head now on the floor. I am immediately filled with rage, anger, and vengeance. My blood boils with energy and I feel intensely motivated to find the murderers who killed my family. Apparently, they were still in my home upstairs, so I storm my way up the stairs and sneak around the corner of the kitchen. They were staging the scene to look like it was me who slaughtered my own family, and then committed suicide. In my anger and rage I am pushed to attack one of the men and I attempt to get his gun from him but I am unsuccessful. I have a struggle with him as he slams me against the stove, knocking over my wife's freshly baked cake to the floor. Then I manage to trip him up and grab an iron pot in the dish drain, and just as I am about to strike him in the face to bring him to his death, I feel a montage of bullets pulsating into my back. It was like slow motion to me as each and every bullet penetrated my skin, and pierced my vital organs.
I was about to die a horrible death once again, how can I manage to die twice in such a short time? I fell to the floor in a bloody insane mess, I guess now they won't be able to frame me for the murders, if I am found in this state. Suddenly I am outside of my body, watching as the bullets in my back begin to slide out. A warm glow covers all of my wounds, and brand new skin regenerates itself in place of the old skin. The criminals are now also watching what is happening to my body, and start to panic. They are beginning to feel the same good energy that is healing my body. When good positive energy comes upon a dark soul, a strong reaction takes place. All three of these tough guys start dropping to their knees confessing their sins, thinking that they are about to receive their payback within the next few moments. My Soul then leaps back into my body and I rise up to approach these three broken criminals. My initial feelings are hatred and vengeance, blood for blood, kill and be killed. I saw myself tearing these criminal limb for limb as they beg me for mercy, and I grant them none. For destroying my family I saw no reason to let these three scums go free. I wrestled intensely with my thoughts during these few steps to where these three men were. Do I kill, or forgive? A subtle whispering of a voice deep inside me says,"Forgive and light the darkness." The other much louder sinister voice in my head says," Tie them together and drag them along a gravel road with your truck." I truly was not sure which path I was about to take, as I made my final move. The fear and torment on their faces was intense as I laid my hand on each one and say, "Forgiveness is granted, now do the same."

I actually took the path of the subtle voice deep within, over the dark sinister one. The tears from these men produced small puddles on my kitchen floor. They remain very startled as they look at me with confusion and grab their things to flee the scene. I am now left standing there with my wife and children slaughtered. I begin to weep profusely and start yelling at the angels. "How can you say I chose this life, no freaking way would I choose this carnage, and lose what matters most to me, no freaking way?" Suddenly a knock comes to the door and within seconds detectives are forcing their way into my home. They ask me to come in for questioning as they conduct their investigation. For some reason, the detectives don't believe anything I say. They seem bent on closing a case as fast as they can to score browny points with the prosecutor of Remington Falls. I am now held in custody to await trial.

The funeral for my family was pure misery, as I am escorted in chains between two guards. My wife's entire family is now disowning me for taking their wonderful daughter away from them. I really wish that I can communicate with them telepathically and show them what really happened. If I can do that, the blame would be taken away from me, and I can have some peace. I can wish all I want, but I knew this madness had some higher purpose that I would recognize later in life. Five caskets are lowered into the ground, and I am really frustrated to say the least. Execution starts to look good to me by now. Maybe I will get my wish, die and leave this miserable planet once and for all!