a thought formed in Africa

I promised readers I would share some of my thoughts and stories. hence the blog title. So, here I go. Opening things up to you.

While I was in Africa on a mission trip for 2 months, thoughts started to form from several things. First being the armor of God. Being creative, and descriptive, I have always found this passage in the bible very cool. The breast plate, shoes, sword.... all of it... The second was that a great bond was formed in the group. living for 6 months with 5 other guys (2 of the months overseas) we got to know each other quite well. I noticed that each of us represented a piece of the armor very well. For example, I was the shield. I am very protective, and I love to take care of people. On the negative side I tend to be over protective at times, maybe even overbearing. Each of us have the good qualities of the "part of the armor" we are. and each of us have, or in my story I slightly add one of those characteristics. After all of that. This is formed. (before I go into it, a thanks is needed for Brandon, Zach, Matthew, Christoffer and Cody. Thank you all for the friendship, and the brotherhood. I love you guys.)

The Search for the Truth
_project file: providence_

(formerly demon hunters)

There is a crack in Hell. Deep within the furthest wall in the hidden dimension. There is a crack in Hell. What are numbers really? What are souls? What are they worth? If some dead souls were to escape, who would know? A crack big enough for the spirits to get back through, but small enough for Satan himself to not even notice. How will the world react? Would things just all go "evil"? Or on the second time around would they do something different? Maybe change their method. Since now they have hindsight. They see the whole other dimension of things. There is a crack in Hell. Things are slowly going the way of suffering.

Zach sat at his computer. He called the room his "lab". Most of us refer to it as a basement. He worked out of home as a tech for the CIA. He was noted the smartest there was. But his people skills were lacking. He was an introvert. A suit and tie didn't feel right to him. He never accomplished anything when he was in the office. But is the lab. That was a different story. He owns a 3 bedroom home in Chicago. Nice neighborhood. But in his parents basement is where he flourished, so it was only natural. The lab. An urgent email he opened tonight is what changed his life forever.

Marcus woke up in his yard. His eyes were blurry but slowly focused. He stood up and walked towards his house. As he walked up the brick sidewalk he realized he was nude. Not again. Gasps came from across the street. "What?" He turned and said. After 2 Olympic games, and 9 gold medals he was definitely use to being looked at. His recent run in with alcohol was not helping the situation. He sat at his computer with a cup of coffee, knowing that within hours he was not going to like what he saw on YouTube. inbox. "I know who you are...." was the subject title from a swell901. Marcus opened it.

Another night in Philadelphia for Levi. Or as people in the city called him, "Crusader". He stood above the city. He protected it. The pay phone below him rang. He jumped down a few window sills and answer it. They new how to get a hold of him. "We need you to come in" "When?" "NOW." huh. Usually there is a bit of banter. Must be serious. With that Levi headed for the alley. Cooperation is the only reason he is still out here. So he listened. Must be serious.

Cody is under the hood of a car. This is where He has been for a few years now. It's peaceful. It's where he felt he should be. Rightfully or not. He struggled a bit with no left hand in tact. All that was left was a nub right above where his elbow was. He turned his attention to the TV. ---"Another month and the crime rate keeps going up....." He couldn't help but think he knew the truth. About what was happening. Who would believe him though? And with his life at risk, was it really worth it? Telling the truth? He put his head back under the hood of the car.

Father Authorson is a quiet man. But through the world he is known as a man of great intelligence and spiritual knowledge. The world felt cold. He has known this for a while. His temple in Sweden resembled a castle. With a small staff and several other spiritual advisers, he left his church to run this spiritual spa. A retreat for those who needed it. This spa, with a few large donations from the wealthiest from around the world, became for the people, and was more affordable than most would think. But it was a secret to most also. Almost an invite only sort of place. A loud helicopter hovered above them. USA on the side. They were there to speak to him. Just like the Russians. And the Japanese.

Micheal sat in the window seat on the plane. He was hoping no one would sit in either seat next to him. He has been off duty for a few weeks now. He had 2 months to deal with everything that has been thrown at him. Micheal was invisible. He has a dozen passports, and knew a dozen languages. Micheal is an agent. A man sat next to him. He looked nice enough, and kept smiling. "Where you headed?" He said. "Sweden." Micheal didn't look at him. "Cool, Cool, I'm off to Greenland after the stop in England." Micheal nodded. "What's your name?" The guy wouldn't give up. "Brandon" He lied. "I'm Cody." Micheal knew it was going to be a long flight.


Each person represents something. Cody is the belt of truth. His run in with Micheal takes place 3 years before he looses his arm. Everyone in the group becomes acquainted through time, then they come together for a greater purpose. The government initiates it. With the war in the world, and things as "confusing" as they are the government does 3 things. First it contacts Levi (Crusader) and interrogates him on what is going on from a strictly crime fighting aspect. Are things different? More to handle? Any thing suspicious. those types of things. Second they contact Zach (who works for them) and has him researching, and finding out ANYTHING he can from a technology stand point. are there any statistics, anything he can help them with when it comes to this crime epidemic. The final one you have read a bit of. The last thing they do is contact Authorson. Maybe it is something spiritual? Though the government might not be believers of this, they check anyways. They find nothing though. Levi says some, but doesn't tell them about the pit in his stomach. Same with Arthorson. Zach searches deeper. He feels uneasy. With his access to information, and his hacking ability, he realizes, if they came to me, who else would they go to. He finds files on Levi, and Authorson, and the recent visits from the Government. Then he notices a random folder (top secret) titled Mercury. He opens it up. Marcus Haniger. Nine time Olympic Gold medalist is a meta-human. With the ability to run at superhuman speeds. Zach watches video in slow motion, and sees that Marcus is not even trying to run fast. He finds his email, and sends him a message, subject title: I know who you are........ Cody Archer had the opportunity of a lifetime. The oil company he has been working with for several years flew him to Greenland to offer him a partnership. He was very excited. He has been making tons of money and traveling the world. When he got in front of the corporation things changed. At a site several months earlier something happened. Cody was there when a drill cracked through a tech tonic plate, and an indescribable sound was made by the earth. They quickly shut down, and Cody was very confused. His boss there said not to worry about it. Now in front of the board, The offered him wealth beyond his wildest dreams if only to never say anything about what happened. He declined. Something, just wasn't right. They gave him a chance. Now he doesn't talk about any of it. And he only has one arm. They would finish to job if they had to. After looking at the TV, Cody couldn't help but think he knew what happened. Micheal was on the way to Sweden for a spiritual retreat. working undercover for4 years now, and the recent murder of his parents, the superior officer told him of a spa he should attend. One that invitations were NOT given out. That is where he met Authorson. They have a journey finding David's Sword. But that's a whole other story.

A web is formed out of necessity. because a balance must be maintained.




This is what I have so far. email me at ideasfrommars@gmail.com

thank you all, and follow your dreams.

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