Nouveau Negotiations with a Dia-Bowl-o-Cowl

First, let's set the parameters. He came to me. I did not summon or scry or present any ritual of conjuring. The world was ending, was what the Main (defined listing in French, if ye seek to spell out the meaning of what apocalyptic scripture speaks of in reference to the prowler who oft dons a cowl) of d'veil said. He croaked as if thirsty for water from running, his lips cracked, but the message was so urgent he sought to deliver it before being delivered from his anguish instead.

People have a lot to say about deals with the devil. I never really minded those kind of bargains, since my life entails serving conducted contracts for a linear progression of Vision I’ve always kept. It’s the weigh of the platform we inhabit and I can’t get much plainer than that. People often forget that a deal can go both ways. When you mention deals with the devil, why do I not gather from your intonation that the devil could also beg for mercy or a favor? Do you credit him to have any sort of authority in hell, heaven or earth? Do you know the Scripture that is the basis of the Constitution we serve here as citizens in Union America or are you another alien from some other non-terrestrial world that plagued my long-lost still-beloved and prayed-for Confederate brothers?

I question thee because I want you to reflect really very closely on your inner landscape to measure if you are worthy of reading the prologue to the monologue that will be issued after I receive compensation for issuing these majestic secrets, for God is the Ruler of all Heaven and Earth and e’en Hell is a Dominion He hath reserved for those that think too highly of themselves as we proceed further in this course of literature.

Be careful who you call a devil in the wretched, despicable weigh you’ve all been speaking. Be careful how you split and divide the Testament of God which is holier than whatever you happen to be reading. There’s a Reason to why I so zealously cry out for my Brothers in Re-Union. You can NOT separate what God has linked together in His Scriptural Resolutions of Faithful and Joyful steps of the Kingdom of Judah and Christ be Kept and if you do, that’s your own battle-axe cleaving through your forehead, whimp.

I intend to keep myself in Peace as one Body, one Piece, for all of Kingdom Come, so you call me stubborn. I know I am, but not stubborn with God, that’s your stubbed tread on the footstool of His Covenant, ‘but’-friend. Anyways, I’ll draw this out with some lighter speech as you continue to weigh yourself if you’re worthy to hear the ‘devil’ speak.

I’d like to share some lovely verses with you that have kept me in good stead as I’ve stood fast at this Monte Vista Homestead. It’s from the Bible, a book I’ve read time and time again, that never gets boring but only more interesting with each season and session of interpretation. Of course, I’ll be paraphrasing, but I’ll credit my cornerstone tome as honorable mention lest I be accused of any plagiarism. I do have authoritative creative license, though, to pull from my influences and prime inspiration.

I encourage you that do deign yourselves enough to take up the noble human charge against these non-terrestrial aliens that have presumed themselves as having infiltrated, mayhap even ruling now upon us, to take up the armor of God in all faith that you have basic instinct to execute our survival revolution. For this is just another turn in the pages of our New Jerusalem. Let me catalog our basic gear for you, so you can draw on your family heritages and ancestral gene pools to coalesce some semblance of Abrahamic covenant of Righteousness when we again gather for our Mosaic Law and Order militia rendezvous bands. All the colors of the Rein-bow shall shower Glory and Honor to the Name of One God Forever and Ever once again, I humbly portend.

One: Mind your feet. Make sure your footwork treads in the weigh of a go’speller of Peace. Don’t go seeking trouble. Take your crew, your nuclear family units, through drills to escape and evade as much as you may have to when the maelstrom inevitably breaks out all around you.

Two: Make sure you have a good belt. It’s good for more than keeping your pants up and from your drawers hanging out. Catch my drift?

Three: Make sure you have means to secure your most vital organs. Breastplate of righteousness. Cover your woman, cover your children, and back your two most trusted men. Three’s company, but anymore can get a little crowded for these upcoming triangulated phalanx repositions.

Four: Cover your head. The aliens always aim for the head, that means build up your woman. She’s just as scared as the kids, but don’t tell her to be positive. Just reinforce her corrections and submissions. Now’s not the time to be squawking on each other like we do in our free time of leisurely training and discipline. United Front, mind your marriage contract or dissolution. Preserve humanity first and then we can determine altar recourse post-execution.

Five: Shield yourselves. Bunker up. Look up. Seek high ground. ‘nough said.

Six: Finally, your greatest weapon in this Time of Post-Modern Revelation is the Sword of the Spirit, which is the Word of God. Mind how you speak with your children, instruct them, but in these times they need a tone of compassion and perfect love. You need to let them know how precious and valuable you are to them and to all Magne-Kind. Comfort your woman because she needs to feel supported to reinforce your instruction in this most crucial paragenesis time.

Ok, now that you deem yourself outfitted … let’s ride.

'Rite down yer wisdom,' he spitted, as

phlegm dripped from his mandibles.

"I got none to

give," I flatly replied back. He was dribbling all over my

new (freshly-purchased) boots and family heirloom carpet. He did break in like

a bandit in the middle of my midnight rumination.

'I beseech ye have it,' he gagged, spitting

up a cacophony of ragged gasps that alerted me to the tumors that had been

suffocating his frame and yet he made the passage.

"Name the book and

I'll interpret," I requested as I reached to my nightstand

and poured out a glass of water 'stead of scotch I often kept near at hand.

'The Testament... know it like the back of His

Hand,' the stranger said as he nudged the cup aweigh.

"Alright, I'll

study. Are you leaving or do you need to stay?"

That's how the

conversation and the redemptive deal of antebellum started, but if you want the

rest, you got to properly appraise me. Show me the money (in advance) and I'll

show you the story, ye comprehend? I think we're finished here. Till you prompt

me again.