hi,
i cudnt wait to read d next post and now dat i've read it i cant wait to read more
i mean u r really talented cant wait pls keep it coming, is dis a life story or ve u written it before? cos it sure is hot
Kassie, this is a story I wrote in late 2005, but did not advertise often. Maybe because it was something new (it's my first sci/fi) and I wasn't sure how readers would respond to it or if I even had what it took to do a sci/fi well.
Anyway, you certainly seem to like it. (Smile). Thanks for your input.
oh how i hate cliffhangers.
I have a love/hate relationship with cliffhangers, Kris. I love them as a writer. I hate them as a reader. So to act like a reader now, I'll make the writer in me post a few more chapters. Stay tuned...
afua really pulled off that embarrassing/akward moment.
you did an awsome job and im almost upset that it had to end.
Thanks, Kris. That means a lot to me.
I wrote Alien Detection to encourage people to let the Word of God be precious in their sights again. Through writing this book, I realized that the Word wasn’t even as precious to me as it had been in the very beginning of my salvation. I had gotten used to it. Too complacent. Couple that with the fact that I’d come to know so many scriptures by heart by this time, that I failed to see that I needed fresh manna everyday. Shame on me.
Although I created a fictional planet in this book that didn’t have the Bible, there are actually places on our very own planet that don’t have the written Word of God. In fact, I remember being in awe by stories of people who didn’t even have a page of the Bible, yet lived victorious lives off of the little they did have. Shame on me again. I have several Bibles in my home, access to Bible software on my computer, and countless other references materials just waiting to be utilized. Lord, I repent.
Now my goal is to take what I have and use it to the best of my ability. To exercise my spiritual senses as well as the natural ones. We all can do that through careful study and faith-filled application of the scriptures. This way, our spiritual eyes, ears, appetites, and tastes can be trained to discern between good and evil. This way, we can all be capable of teaching those things to our less-learned brethren.
Sometimes I wish that more of us were like the angels in Genesis 28:12 and John 1:51, who descend and ascend upon the Word only. How much better all of our lives would be if we only acted on what God says.
I hope you enjoyed Alien Detection as much as I did writing it. In closing, I have an additional treat for you. If you can figure-out the premise behind the title (Alien Detection), there’s a free e-book in it for you. Email me with your answer at the address below:
Suprina Frazier
Afua’s eyes widened. Her mouth dropped open in shock. She suddenly found herself unable to form a complete sentence right now. “Did he just…? I…Good Lord!” Afua stammered out, trying hard to speak beyond her shock.
Badru, who still had full capacity of his speech, sprung to his feet with eyes of intrigue. “Okay, I’ve seen a lot of things in my life, but I have never seen nor heard a dog talk before.”
“Nasiir is no dog. He is a Hekiman. His planet is ruled by talking animals,” Xander quickly explained now that Nasiir’s emotions had gotten the better of him. He could only hope that Badru and Afua were ready to receive this startling information. He’d hoped to ease them into the truth about Nasiir over a suitable period of time. Unfortunately, that was not possible now.
“Talking animals. Well, don’t that just beat all,” Badru said, now looking at the angry animal in a different light. His eyes widened with fascination when Nasiir changed into his real buck form right before their very eyes, long horns and all.
“Xander thought we would blend in better if I was an Earth canine,” Nasiir said, chagrined with himself as he tapped his right hoof on the Karson’s brown and beige area rug. He was ashamed that he had allowed his emotions to get the better of him tonight.
As a strategic security specialist, Nasiir knew that he must never be ruled by his emotions. That was rule number one in the Katanian training academy. As a Hekiman, Nasiir knew better than to risk exposure of his true nature to those who were not ready. Appearing unintelligent was one of the Hekimans’ most effective defense mechanisms since it allowed them to catch their enemies unaware.
Now even though Nasiir’s anger was still apparent, and despite the fact that he still wanted to kill Jay Horrell for even daring to think about enslaving his people, he would not. At least not while he was in this current emotional state.
“Well, you definitely fooled me.” Badru chuckled, enjoying every minute of this surprise. His hot anger towards Jay was not gone, just suppressed for the time being in light of this fascinating new discovery about Nasiir.
“Even though I suspected that you were no ordinary dog from the moment I met you, finding out what you really are still threw me for a loop just then,” Afua said, having gotten her composure back as she relaxed in her seat again. Usually, she seldom lost her composure about anything, but with Xander and Nasiir around, she was starting to think she would never be the same again.
“It seems that we have more to talk about than I first thought,” Badru said, returning to his seat on the beige settee. “Now I want to know everything about these other planets and the people that inhabit them.”
Xander exhaled in resignation. After such a long day, he’d hoped they would part company for the night and make plans to strategize sometime tomorrow. Now suddenly his night had gotten longer. His only comfort was in the fact that at least Badru and Afua were trustworthy enough to handle the things they’d seen and heard thus far.
Incidentally, Xander was unaware that the Karsons were also extending their bedtimes since they were early risers, as well. However, the prospect of having their curiosities satisfied caused even the thought of sleep to flee from them.
“Dr. Karson, if you must know all these things tonight, I think it would be better if I just showed you. We have extensive records aboard our spacecraft,” Xander said, standing to his feet. He turned to Afua and added, “Would you like to come, too?”
“Yes,” she replied with unmasked enthusiasm, her almond eyes looked a lot like her father’s now. Afua also rose to her feet.
“Very well then. We will travel the Katanian way. Nasiir, you know what to do,” Xander said, moving closer to Afua while the buck moved closer to a now standing Dr. Karson. Within three seconds they were at their intended destination.
As soon as they materialized on board, Xander quickly realized only too late what he failed to do. Afua’s loud gasp of shock confirmed his negligence in not warning the Karsons about the transporter’s organic factor.
“What in the world happened to my clothes?!” Afua asked, moving swift hands to cover certain parts of herself. She had materialized completely naked due to the fact that she’d been wearing all manmade materials. Even her earrings had been left behind.
What’s worse, Xander couldn’t seem to stop staring at Afua long enough to courteously offer her a cloth to cover herself. From the way he was gawking at her, one would think he’d never seen a naked woman before. He hadn’t. On Katan, they never saw the opposite sex completely nude until it was time to mate.
Fortunately, Nasiir was less affected by the sight of a nude human female and quickly went to retrieve a coverlet from one of the cabin areas.
On the other hand, everything Badru had worn had transported well since the scientist only believed in wearing clothes made from the earth. The only thing that hadn’t transported was his leather boots. Those had metal objects on them and had been left behind. Thank God, neither Badru nor Afua had metal fillings in their mouths. Otherwise, they would have been screaming in pain right about now.
“Please look away, son,” Badru prompted the gawking young man. He smoothly moved to stand in front of his daughter until Nasiir returned with the cloth.
“Of course, sir,” Xander replied, blinking rapidly to refocus as he forced his whole body to turn in the opposite direction. Even still he could not get the image of Afua’s shapely frame out of his mind. The heat of what he’d seen was still stirring in his loins. No doubt he would dream of her tonight. He couldn’t wait to.
“I gather your transporter only processes organic materials, right?” Badru asked, remaining in place while Afua securely wrapped the coverlet toga style upon her body.
“Correct.” Xander moved farther away from the Karsons, lest he be tempted to look over his shoulder and sneak another peek at cinnamon goodness.
Once everyone was much calmer and nearly fully clothed, Xander and Nasiir gave the Karsons a tour of the spacecraft. Then they led them on a scenic tour of their homelands via computer. The whole time Xander kept stealing longing looks at Afua. The whole time she kept avoiding his eyes, kept feeling things she never wanted to feel for any man.
In Afua’s opinion, falling in love only led to heartache and pain. She’d not only experienced it in her own life at the tender age of sixteen, she’d seen it in the lives of others, including her parents’ lives. Even now her father refused to remarry. And look what happened to Jay Horrell. Because of his misguided love for Juna, he’d become the evil creature that he was today.
As a result, Afua determined within her heart to only associate with Xander as she felt absolutely led to. If only she could have seen the dark patches of fear swirling around her head right now, she might have reconsidered that decision.
Over dinner, Xander quickly learned that Afua was no ordinary woman. In fact, she was what Earthlings called a prophetess. She could tell past, present, and future events by the power of God. She was also the reason her father was not dead yet. Because of her extraordinary gift, Afua had been able to let Badru know when danger was coming.
“Have you been in a lot of danger?” Xander asked when Afua went to wash up the dinner dishes and let Nasiir back inside.
“Yes.” Badru nodded as he led his guest into the cozy living room. “Every since your parents died, I have been in life-threatening situations at least once a year. It used to be more when Elexander and Juna first died to the point that I was actually afraid to leave my house at times.”
“That must have been awful for you,” Xander said, sitting on a brown half-moon-shaped settee in the middle of the room. Badru sat on the beige one directly across from him.
“It was awful for all of us, my wife and daughter included. Over time it started to slack off. So much so that I began to let my guard down. But then when my wife Daisy suddenly died in that hit and run accident when she happened to be driving my car instead of her own, I realized that danger was just going to be a part of my life. I’ve been overly cautious ever since.”
“Could your daughter not sense danger near your wife?” Xander asked.
Badru’s voice lowered. His eyes glistened with unshed tears. “Yes, she could. But at the time, Afua was going through a rebellious stage. She was a teenager and she hated everything about being different from her peers. She tried so hard to fit in with the popular crowd.” Badru paused and took a calming breath. “When Afua had the vision of her mother being hit by a car, she was at a wild party. Although her conscious wouldn’t allow her not to call at all, she procrastinated. By the time she did call, her mother, my wife was dead.”
Xander nodded in understanding of many things. He understood Afua’s need to fit in with those around her. He also understood Badru’s grief at having lost someone very special to him. “I am sorry for your loss, Dr. Karson.”
Badru received his consolatory words with a nod. “I never blamed my daughter for her lapse in judgment. After all, I, too, have made mistakes in my life. Unfortunately, Afua blamed herself and still continues to do so even to this day. The only positive thing that came out of all this was the fact that my daughter finally embraced her calling. She stopped trying to fit in with any crowd and instead focused on living the life that God destined for her to have.”
“It is commendable that she was able to learn from her mistakes and become a better person. Perhaps she will allow herself to receive the forgiveness that the Creator has for her one day.”
“I pray so,” Badru replied quietly.
Then Xander thought of something else. “Have any other associates of my birth parents met with accidents? I discovered that almost all of them are dead, but not all of the reports reveal how they met their ends.”
Badru nodded. “Yes, all of them died in freak accidents. For a while I thought the whole project had been cursed. That was until I used deductive reasoning and realized that not all of us were dying or experiencing deep despair. As a matter of fact, one individual in particular was excelling with each passing year.”
“Jay Horrell,” Xander supplied, coming to the same conclusion. “I detect that he is a very wicked man.”
“You detect right,” Afua said from behind them. She was standing near the dining room stairs with Nasiir at her side. They both seemed quite comfortable near each other, though they’d only just met today.
“Are you also prophetic?” Badru asked Xander. The young man did seem more perception than the average person.
Xander shook his head. “No, since I can not tell past or future events. However, I would describe myself as discerning since I am able to detect a living person’s essence, diseases in the body, and angelic beings.” He frowned and added, “I can also detect dark spirits at times, but I loathe seeing them.”
Afua laughed. “I loathe seeing them, too. Maybe one day you will let me show you how to make them leave with the Word of God.”
Xander smiled at her. “I would like that very much since I have not exercised myself in that technique yet.” He also would like to hear her laugh again since the very sound of it had brought joy to his heart. Yet Afua had other things to do in the back of the house. She’d only come into the living room to show Nasiir where the others were.
~~~ >< ~~~
After answering even more of Dr. Karson’s questions about his birth parents and about the research that had been preserved and made better by the Katanians, Xander asked his own share of questions. He wanted to know what had happened to his birth parents from Earth’s point of view, why Badru was blamed for it, and who could possibly be behind the wickedness that had transpired with the whole Nico-1 mission.
Halfway through their discussion, Afua returned to the living room. She had drinks for everyone, including a bowl of fresh spring water for Nasiir. Afterwards she had a seat in the brown recliner near the door and listened quietly to the lengthy discussion. When it was over, Afua took that moment to reveal a few things herself.
“Now that I’ve heard what you all have to say, let me share a few things that I heard in my spirit while you were talking.” When Afua was sure that she had their rapt attention she continued. “First of all, the person behind the whole Manning tragedy was Jay Horrell.”
“I don’t think any of us are surprised about that, baby girl,” Badru said. He and Xander had said as much during their discussion.
“Yes, but you may be surprised to learn that there were three evil plans swimming around in Jay’s heart the year the Mannings went to space. These plans were all tied to the Mannings’ mission. They were all rooted in jealousy and bitterness[ii],” Afua prefaced, before telling them exactly what those three plans were.
Plan 1 was to plant a smart virus in the spaceship’s computer system in order to kill the Mannings in space. If that plan had not worked and the Mannings had made it back to Earth safely, Plan 2 would have gone into affect.
“In Plan 2, Jay would have killed Juna and Xander in a mysterious hit and run accident, much like the one my mother was in,” Afua continued, despite the fact that her eyes were glistening with tears. “A grief-stricken Elexander would have slowly lost his mind, especially after Jay escaped justice for killing his wife and child. Becoming so engrossed with the past, he would have blamed the space program for his misfortune and eventually devised a way to destroy it and himself.”
“Do you know how?” the scientist within Badru had to ask.
Afua nodded. “Elexander would have done something ingenious to the satellite systems. Unfortunately, he would have miscalculated a few things in his deep despair. Things that would have triggered a horrific chain reaction on Earth and in space.”
Despite her captive audience, Afua had to pause long enough to blink away her tears and take a deep calming breath to regain full control of her emotions. They were trying to roam all over the place with this prophecy.
“When Elexander finally pressed the button to destroy all space centers, including the one he hijacked, and every satellite ever made on Earth, satellites both near and far would gone haywire, too. This includes the satellites still hovering in the Andromeda Galaxy. Those satellites would have hurled towards nearby planets, dragging meteors of all shapes and sizes with them. Those meteors would have caused worldwide devastation to every planet they hit.”
“May the Creator be praised for revealing the deep and secret things!”[iii] Xander exclaimed, humbled by Afua’s spiritual insight. He also felt righteous indignation because there was no doubt in his mind that Katan and Hekima would have been affected by those meteors.
Nasiir deduced the same things as Xander. As a result, he was now pacing back and forth in the wide hallway on the west side of the living room.
“You mentioned three plans. What is the third one?” Badru prodded, feeling anger like never before. Now he was convinced that Jay had had his wife killed, possibly the rest of his former colleagues, as well.
“Plan 3 is the one that Jay is working on now. That plans includes him becoming president and eventually taking over the whole world. After that, he’s going to fund a more aggressive space program whose main goal is to take over other planets. If Jay is not stopped, him and his wicked associates will take over the planet we call Nico-1 first, enslaving its inhabitants. Then they will eventually make their way to the planet of the peace-loving people that raised Xander,” Afua concluded. Her essence was literally sparkling with brilliant light now as the long prophecy came to an end.
“I will go kill this Jay Horrell immediately. He will never put my people in captivity! Never!” said an angry voice that only one other person in the room recognized.
Afua couldn’t really describe all the things she felt the first time she saw Xander enter the living room of her home. It seemed as if heat simultaneously began in her feet and head, then collided together in her midriff. She actually felt her knees buckle and she was unsure if an earthquake had hit
“Baby girl, are you okay?” Badru asked, noticing how shaken his daughter looked. He hadn’t seen her this ruffled since the night her mother died. Usually Afua kept a tight rein on her emotions. Too tight of a rein at times.
Afua blinked and placed a hand on a nearby chair to steady herself. “Yes, I was just startled to finally meet the man that’s going to change our whole world.” Inwardly, she prayed for strength. She had no idea that this man would affect her so. In fact, Xander was the most handsome man Afua had ever seen in her life. Plus, she picked up nothing but good things from his spirit.
Though still concerned about her lack of composure, Badru proceeded to make the proper introductions anyway. “Xander, this is my daughter, Afua or Baby girl as I like to call her. Baby girl, this is Xander and his dog Nasiir. I…ran into them in town and invited them to have dinner with us.”
“Welcome to our home, Xander and Nasiir,” Afua said, addressing each one in turn in a much calmer way than she felt. When her eyes lit upon the dog, she felt something stir in her spirit. This is no ordinary dog, she mused with unexplainable certainty.
“Thank you. It is very good to meet you, Afua,” Xander said, extending his hand in greeting as custom on this part of the planet. He was amazed to see so much light of the Creator in her essence.
“Nice to meet you, too,” Afua replied, preparing to shake the hand offered to her. Yet when she shook that hand, her whole world tilted again and her speech changed. Soon Afua began to speak in an unknown tongue as her grip on Xander’s hand grew tighter.
The language Afua spoke may have been unknown to her and her father, but Xander and Nasiir understood every word she said. In the Katanian tongue, she said, “Yes, you have come to change our world, but you have also come to change my world. For you are my mate and I am yours.”
An intrigued Nasiir looked up at Xander. Xander was too busy looking at Afua with a startled expression upon his face. It wasn’t just her words that caught him off guard; it was also the change in her essence. Yes, the Divine light was still there in abundance, but there were also vivid splashes of purple, blue, orange, and the kind of red that denotes the presence of love and passion.
This was a woman capable of loving a man with every fiber of her being. The only other human female Xander had ever detected that trait in was his birth mother. Juna’s digital logs had been splattered with those colors.
Suddenly, Afua snatched her hand away from Xander’s. “I…uh…I apologize if I made you uncomfortable just then,” she said, now speaking in English again. “I assure you I meant no harm.”
“No harm done,” Xander replied, his eyes now fixed upon her beautiful face. “Do you understand what you just said?”
Afua shook her head, keeping her gaze fixed upon him, as well. “Unfortunately, no. Usually when I speak in tongues so publicly , there is immediate interpretation afterwards. However, I am confident that God will reveal all in time.”
Nasiir waited for Xander to give Afua the interpretation. When his friend remained silent on the issue, the amused Hekiman went to find a nice elevated spot to sit. Nasiir knew that he could better observe the humans when he didn’t have to keep looking up so much.
“Yes, He will reveal all in time,” Xander agreed, continuing to scan the loveliness of the woman that he now knew was destined to be his wife. Lakota was nowhere in the race for his hand in marriage now.
Afua was light cinnamon in complexion due to the mixing of a mahogany-skinned father with a bronze-skinned mother. Her hair was thick and the color of brown mink, its length touched her shoulders. Her almond-shaped eyes were a warm nut-brown tint. At only 5’3, Afua was one of the shorter humans, but still taller than the tallest Katanian. She was also shapely with generous curves that announced that she was full woman, despite the conservative gray shift dress she wore.
“Yes, well…what’s for dinner tonight?” Badru asked, starkly aware of how Afua and Xander kept staring at each other. Regardless of the fact that it would do his heart good to see his child finally fall in love and marry, especially with the offspring of the Mannings, the timing was too complicated for romance right now. They all needed to stay focused.
“Broiled fish and steamed vegetables. However, I could fix some stewed meat for the dog,” Afua replied, tearing her eyes away from Xander long enough to look at her father, who was hanging his navy suit jacket on a wooden hook near the front door. She missed the frown on Nasiir’s face as he sat on the stairs near the raised dining room entrance.
Nasiir was not looking forward to having anything on tonight’s menu. Although he was in canine form and could consume those items, he still preferred to graze. Besides, he’d already had enough meat products at Lakota’s house when they offered him and Xander breakfast and lunch.
Aware of his friend’s disposition, Xander said, “That will not be necessary. Nasiir has already eaten and I do not like to over feed him. If he could be turned loose out in the yard on such a calm afternoon, I am sure he will be quite content while we eat inside.” Xander also knew that Nasiir would want to graze a bit and survey the perimeter outside.
“Okay, let me show you the way to the back yard,” Badru told Xander as he led the way towards the back door. He wasn’t really used to having animals in the house anyway.
As Afua watched Nasiir leap down from the stairs to allow her father access to the entryway, she could have sworn the canine had an expression of relief upon his face. That’s if she was a swearing woman, which she was not.
That is definitely no ordinary dog, Afua mused, her gaze continuing to follow Nasiir. When her eyes lit upon a departing Xander in the process, her mind added, That is no ordinary man, either.
1 Corinthians 14:27-28
So this is the stranger I was supposed to meet, Badru mused, staring at the Elexander look-alike, unaware that the canine lying under his bumper had gotten up unharmed from the street.
“Come, Nasiir,” Xander said to his friend, who quickly trotted to his side.
Badru blinked several times upon hearing the familiar sound. The stranger even sounded like Elexander. “Is your last name Manning by any chance?”
Badru had to ask that question. To his knowledge all of the Mannings were dead, including Elexander’s parents. His only comfort was in the fact that the older Mrs. Manning, his mother’s childhood friend, died believing that he was innocent of all charges against him. That had meant a lot to Badru and his mother, who died just last year – eight years after his father expired. Unfortunately, Juna’s parents were deceased, as well. However, along with the Mannings, the Harshals had bequeathed their sizable estates to a research foundation bearing Elexander and Juna’s names.
“I believe Manning was the surname of my birth parents,” Xander replied, keeping his voice low so as not to attract an even bigger crowd than they already had. Fortunately, the nearest uniformed officer was still a block and a half away.
Badru’s eyes bucked. “Your birth parents?!”
“Dr. Karson, is it possible that you could give me and my friend a lift to the edge of town?” Xander said, still talking low as he moved closer to the shocked man. He would not discuss what needed to be discussed here. Not in front of so many witnesses. Allowing his eyes to dart pointedly left and right, Xander could only hope that Dr. Karson got the hint and quickly came to the same conclusion.
“How do you know my…?” Badru began. Yet he prudently allowed his words to trail off upon noticing the young man’s expressive eyes and the message contained within them. This wasn’t the place to continue their meeting.
“Yes, I can give you a lift. It’s the least I can do for almost killing your…dog?” Dr. Karson said, becoming acutely aware of another thing he’d overlooked in his shock.
Not only was the brown and gray canine completely unharmed, he didn’t even have a limp. And this was after being car bumped really hard, too! Worse, the Doberman actually seemed to be smiling up at Badru.
Once they were in the car and safely away from onlookers, Badru started up again with his questions. “How did you know my name?” Dr. Karson didn’t even have on his work nametag. He’d taken that off before leaving the library. And even if he had left it on, it would have only shown his first name.
“I have known your full name for weeks now. I knew your first name years ago upon reviewing my birth parents’ digital logs,” Xander replied, sitting as comfortably as he could in the passenger seat of the small car. There was hardly any leg room in the front at all.
The compact vehicle Badru drove was yet another sign of the times. Earth vehicles that were destined for personal use were deliberately made small in order to discourage people from having large families. Only street buses, rail buses, and airbuses had any width or length to them.
“That’s another thing. What did you mean by the Mannings being your birth parents? And which Mannings would those be?” Badru asked, just getting started good with his inquiries.
Deciding to answer the last question first, Xander replied, “The Mannings I refer to are named Elexander and Juna. They were killed coming from the planet Hekima, though I believe you call it Nico-1.”
“But if they were killed, how can you be their son?” Badru looked in the rearview mirror to check on the dog in the backseat. He instantly noticed how attentively the canine listened. It was as if he understood exactly what was being said in his presence.
“The Mannings crashed on a planet called Katan after spending months teetering in space due to a computer malfunction. My birth mother bore me prematurely before she and my father died. Despite my low birth weight, I survived and was raised by a wonderful Katanian couple,” Xander replied, revealing things to this man that he would not to any other human. Yet the colors of Dr. Karson’s essence testified that he was indeed trustworthy.
Badru shook his head with disbelief at the things that had just been said to him. It all sounded too incredible to believe. Yet when he remembered Afua’s warning about it being essential for him to believe this stranger, he forced his logical mind to take a backseat for the moment.
“I have to admit, you do look just like your father, except with your mother’s coloring and lips,” Badru replied, trying to embrace the possibility that this could all actually be true. Yet to ease his mind he had to ask at least one more question. “I truly want to believe everything you say, young man, but I still need more proof. Can you tell me something else about your birth parents that only a true son of the Mannings would know?”
Xander thought for a moment. Then he smiled as just the right piece of evidence crossed his mind. “Based on the digital logs my birth mother left, I can tell you exactly how my parents met.”
“Excellent. Yes, tell me that,” Badru replied. He knew that only a handful of people knew how the Mannings’ met and most of them were dead now.
“They met in a church during a moment of deep despair. After being converted to Christ, they fell in love and went on their first date that very evening. I think the restaurant they went to was called Back to Africa,” Xander summarized.
If this didn’t convince Dr. Karson, Xander was prepared to show him pictures of his birth parents’ wedding rings. They were made of gold so he could not take them off the ship using the transporter. They were too precious sentimentally to catapult out of the hatch as they’d done the Katanian gold nuggets.
Upon hearing the exact events of the Mannings’ first meeting, Badru almost had another wreck as he swerved in the road. Fortunately, they were nearing the edge of town where the traffic was much lighter. When the small car was back on track, Badru began to ask more questions. These questions pertained to why the young man had come to earth now and why he’d deliberately sought him out. Badru also finally got Xander’s first name.
Badru knew that his daughter was usually very accurate with her prophecies. So where was this stranger who looked like someone from his past? It was almost time for Dr. Karson to get off and he still hadn’t met anyone remotely like that today.
God will not allow you to miss this man a second time, Afua had said.
If that is the case, then I guess I should just leave this meeting up to You, huh, Lord? Badru mused, deciding to stop worrying about it once and for all.
In the meantime, he’d use the last thirty minutes of his shift to concentrate on the newest book collection he obtained for the library. This collection included the rare first editions of every book written by famed inspirational author, Suprina Frazier.
~~~ >< ~~~
Around
Even though their new friends were reluctant for them to leave, Xander nevertheless excused Nasiir and himself from the fellowship. They had been at Lakota’s house for far too long already and thus could not stay another minute. However, Xander did make a promise to return one day when they had more time.
Lakota walked them outside of her house and down the front walkway. “When you return, I will be a much different woman than the one you saw earlier today,” she said once they made it to the sidewalk by the fence.
“You are already a different woman than the one I saw earlier,” Xander replied honestly.
Lakota blushed, which was something she hadn’t done in a long time. “Thanks, Xander,” she said, waving goodbye to him and his dog.
There is something very special about that man, Lakota mused as she watched Xander and Nasiir walk down the sidewalk. She was starting to feel something very special for that man.
Before Lakota had only wanted to sleep with Xander for money. Now she wanted the whole package – matrimony. But first she needed to study hard and get herself ready spirit, soul, and body to be a wife, which was a role Lakota had never wanted to assume before today.
Meanwhile, Xander and Nasiir continued to walk towards the busy intersection that led to the center of the city. Halfway there, Nasiir decided to say what was on his mind before they reached the point where the throng of people began.
“Perhaps Lakota is the one for you,” the Hekiman whispered in his native tongue, which sounded more animal-like than all the other languages they knew.
“Perhaps,” Xander replied in English. After all, Lakota was lovely. More importantly, she was now completely free from the stains of sin and disease.
~~~ >< ~~~
Badru decided to take the scenic route home this evening, if one could call driving through box-like, tree-less neighborhoods with brick, box-like houses the scenic route. Dr. Karson refused to live in one of those government designed houses or in a government controlled neighborhood. Fortunately, he still had enough money saved up to afford to live where he wanted to live.
After his wife died, Badru settled with his daughter near the
To get to their homestead, Badru had to travel outside
Speaking of that stranger, Xander and Nasiir were two streets over at this very moment. They did not make it to the library in time in order to catch Dr. Karson there. However, they did see which way the man’s vehicle went as he exited the high-rise parking garage down the street from the library.
Although Xander and Nasiir’s normal way to get around the city was by foot, they decided to use their transportation devices this time, considering the importance of this meeting. They just needed to get in a solitary place in order to use them.
“Over here, Nasiir,” Xander said, spotting an old service station with a detached restroom. There weren’t many of those still left in a crowded city that usually crammed as much as possible into one building. Therefore, this detached restroom was truly a godsend.
As soon as they got inside of the small building, Xander gave coordinates for an alley near the intersection three streets over. He estimated Dr. Karson would be there in the next five minutes based on distance and flow of traffic this time of the day.
Meanwhile, Nasiir was already thinking ahead to how they would stop the scientist once they got there.
Appearing in the alley seconds later, Xander and Nasiir were grateful that it was abandoned. They’d taken quite a chance using their transportation devices this way, but it was a risk worth taking. Especially since Xander now felt such urgency about this meeting. Urgency that he surprisingly had not felt until after his ministry at Lakota’s house was done.
Thinking fast and moving just as quickly, Nasiir bounded ahead of Xander. Like a well-built Doberman, he moved freely, balanced and vigorously as his forequarters and hindquarters worked together to reach his destination. His back remained strong and firm. If only Pendo could see him now.
“Wide shield,” Nasiir said, before running his tongue across one of his front teeth where another device that he designed was installed. With the invisible shield now activated and instructed to encompass at least three feet on either side of him, the brave Hekiman bounded in front of Dr. Karson’s vehicle, which was just now coming around the corner. There was no sign of fear in Nasiir’s eyes whatsoever when the white car bore down upon him. Impact was inevitable now.
Thud!
Then the sound of screeching brakes as Badru brought the car to a halt just short of running the large Doberman over with the front tires. Knowing that he’d already hit the poor animal with his front bumper, he slowly got out of his car with his heart nearly in his throat. Dr. Karson could only praise God that he had not made it to the actual intersection yet and that no other car was behind him when he stopped so suddenly. Otherwise this accident could have been a lot worse for everybody.
At the same time Badru made it out of his vehicle, a Greek-looking man with long black hair emerged from the alleyway and rushed to see about the animal, as well. Suddenly, Dr. Karson didn’t know what to do next.
Coming towards him was almost the exact image of his deceased best friend. If the young man had been two shades darker, Badru would have thought he was Elexander.
Okay, I know this is shameless promotion. But why not? It could happen…smile.
2188 – June
Xander and Nasiir rose early in the morning and prepared to push their frustrations aside for yet another day. Although they did not have to take injections anymore, that was the least of their worries now. Not only had Xander not found a suitable life mate yet, the two males had spent the last month searching for mostly dead people. It seemed as if nearly all of the Mannings’ former associates were deceased, except for two. Those two were Jay Horrell and Badru Karson.
Jay Horrell outright refused to see Xander. As Vice President of the
When Xander got the word of rejection through one of Mr. Horrell’s assistants, he did what he should have done from the beginning. He opened his spiritual eyes and examined the red-haired man’s essence. Though that examination occurred from afar while he’d been in the audience of a MIT commencement program, it had been enough to tell Xander that this was not a man that he could have trusted anyway.
Jay’s essence had been nearly consumed with darkness. The prominent color floating around in the Vice President’s spirit went beyond black. It was the absence of all light. There was so much evil within Mr. Horrell that it was a wonder the Creator had been merciful enough to allow him to live this long.
There was also much fear within the Vice President. Xander didn’t know what this high ranking man had to be afraid of, but he’d never been more grateful not to have met a person before in his life.
As for Badru Karson, Xander initially wasn’t sure if he should contact him at all. Especially since Dr. Karson had been labeled an incompetent scientist by many, a traitor by some on account of him having been the Mannings’ dearest friend when they were alive. Even Xander could attest to this friendship based on the countless references to Badru in the digital logs of his birth parents.
Yet after studying the man’s essence from afar via the window of the museum across the street from the Eyota City Library, Xander found Dr. Karson to be worthy of further consideration. He definitely found him to be the direct opposite of Mr. Horrell.
Whereas Vice President Horrell was almost full of darkness, Dr. Karson was full of a wide spectrum of colors. There was a deep crimson to denote his anger at the injustice he’d suffered in the scientific community. Yellow to denote the caution that he now viewed the world around him. Pink to denote the strength of character that he’d developed over the years through overcoming adversity. And lastly, various shades of purple, which indicated the wisdom, enlightenment, and spirituality Dr. Karson still possessed.
Yet the color that caused Xander to finally decide to present himself to Badru was the dazzling white that shined brighter than any other. From his adopted parents, the young man had learned that that light represented the presence of the Creator, but also purity. It was at that point that Xander knew that Dr. Karson had to be innocent of the charges against him. Therefore, today would be the day they finally met.
~~~ >< ~~~
“Daddy, before you go to work today there is something I need to tell you,” Afua began as she loaded the breakfast dishes into the white, side-loading dishwasher.
They’d had a very healthy meal of hot oatmeal and sliced fruit this morning. Though food was still scarce at times in the world, even with all the new government regulations, the Karson always had plenty. Thanks to the agricultural part of the Mannings’ research that Badru inherited, they were able to abundantly grow their own produce in the greenhouse out back.
“What is it?” Badru asked as his curiosity grew. Even though he was on the early morning shift, he still had time to listen to his daughter.
“You will finally meet that stranger today. God will not allow you to miss this man a second time,” Afua continued as she closed the side panel to the dishwasher and sat down at the round, white-topped oak table. “Be ready to hear incredible things, Daddy. Things that will seem so unbelievable at first. Yet you must believe them, especially since so much is at stake now.”
Though Badru was in his mid-fifties and had seen a lot of things in life, it still amazed him when his daughter spoke of future events with such certainty. On occasion she also got glimpses into the past. “I will believe, baby girl. Are you able to tell me how I will know this stranger from any other?”
Afua grew silent for a moment, as if listening for further direction. When she’d received what was necessary in her spirit, she replied, “He will look like someone from your past.”
~~~ >< ~~~
As Xander and Nasiir made their way towards the library on
“Where are you headed so early today, handsome?” Lakota asked the tall man dressed in all black. “Wouldn’t you like to spend some quality time with me? I’ll cook you breakfast afterwards,” she added, trying to sweeten the offer as she crossed her shapely legs provocatively in the black plastic porch chair she sat in.
Xander and Nasiir both turned to look at the brazen twenty-five-year-old woman in the extremely short, extremely tight red and white dress. Nasiir didn’t have to have the gift of discernment to know that this woman was not for his friend. Although she was a beautiful creature to behold any time of day or night, her eyes looked predatory, as if she wanted to devour Xander. Nasiir could not, would not allow that to happen. He began to growl deep within his throat.
Xander picked up on the same things as his protective friend. However, he wanted to be doubly sure before he rejected the woman. After all, Jay Horrell had seemed decent and moral on the outside, but he’d been full of evil on the inside.
I praise You, Lord, for the gift of spiritual insight. Allow me to see what needs to be seen about this person, Xander prayed as he usually did when needing to stir up the gift within him.
Because he was well-versed in yielding to the opening of his spiritual eyes, Xander was soon able to see the colors of the woman’s essence. When he saw mostly black and some traces of gray, he knew what his answer would be.
“So what’ll say, handsome? You interested?” Lakota persisted.
“I am sorry, miss, but I can not fellowship with the likes of you,” Xander replied candidly. Beside him, Nasiir grew silent, deciding to allow the humans to work this out among themselves. Even still he would be on guard.
Shocked, Lakota stood up from her seat, completely thrown off guard with the stranger’s blunt comment. “What?! You think you are better than me or something?” she retorted, standing akimbo style with anger.
Nasiir growled again, ready to pounce if necessary. Ready to take the woman down, despite her gender. He’d been trained to overlook gender when it came to danger.
“Not at all. I reject your fellowship because of the evil I detect in your heart and because of the infectious disease I sense in your female parts,” Xander replied, now really shocking the woman as his potent words sunk deep down into her spirit.
Struck with terror, Lakota instinctively clenched her abdomen. She had been having trouble in her female parts lately. No doubt that trouble was caused by her licentious lifestyle. Last night alone she’d been with seven men. She’d been hoping to squeeze in one more before daybreak in order to finally have enough to make the high mortgage payment on her home.
Despite the fact that a trip to a local doctor would solve her female problems, Lakota was afraid to go. Prostitution was illegal everywhere in the world. In the
“Leave me alone!” Lakota practically wailed, now wanting the stranger to get as far away as possible from her. Her eyes had lost their predatory glint a long time ago. They were filled with terror now…terror of being found out.
“I will go.” Xander nodded calmly and turned to leave. He hadn’t meant to frighten the poor woman.
Nasiir, who no longer growled, lingered a few seconds more in case the woman turned hostile again and tried to attack his friend from behind.
Two steps away, Xander sensed the darkness inside of the woman grow in the presence of her rising fear. He abruptly turned back around, unwilling to leave without at least trying to be of some assistance. Fortunately, the gray mass of sickness had not increased with the fear in the woman’s body.
“Before I go on my way, may I ask if you wish to be healed of these things?” Xander’s face was the picture of compassion.
“How can I be, when I can’t go to the doctors?” Hopeless tears welled up in Lakota’s eyes as she sat down in her chair again. There was no sexy pose this time. This time, she slouched and her shoulders drooped with discouragement.
“If you have a holy book, I will show you how to be healed of the evil in your heart and of the disease that dwells within your body.”
“A holy book?” Lakota looked confused for a second. “Which holy book are you referring to? There are so many.”
“The one with Jesus in it,” Xander replied, moving closer to the woman’s chain-linked fence with Nasiir at his side.
In the few months that he’d been on Earth, Xander had learned that humans had many so-called holy books. He’d tried to read them all. However, he kept returning to the one with Jesus in it, not just because it was the one his birth parents left him, but also because it was the one that produced the most light. Every page of the Bible seemed to be saturated with the brilliant light of the Creator.
Xander marveled at and was saddened by the fact that Earthlings didn’t turn to the Bible more often. Especially since it would undoubtedly solve so many of their problems, if not all of them. On Katan, this holy book was revered and highly esteemed. That’s why Xander and Nasiir had been stockpiling them to take back home and distribute. They’d used gold Katanian nuggets to barter for them since earlier studies had shown that the people on Earth still greatly treasured that metal.
On Katan, gold was not as precious or as scarce. In fact, it was so plentiful that it was used to align kitchen and bathroom fixtures, including toilets. Incidentally, Xander and Nasiir had catapulted the bag of gold nuggets off of the ship and into a thick patch of bush through a hatch above the control room. It was necessary to do so since the metal could not get off the ship via organic transportation.
“You’re talking about the Bible, aren’t you?” Lakota asked, sitting straighter in the chair now. She knew of this book well. Her grandmother, who finished rearing her from the age of ten when her father passed away, used to read to her from the Bible all the time. Nana left Lakota that large-print red Bible when she died five years ago. The only thing Lakota had ever been left by her birth mother was alone. She never knew the woman that had given her up at birth.
“Yes, the Bible. Do you have one?” Xander said, noting a definite change in the woman’s essence over the last few minutes. The dark areas were already getting lighter in shade.
“Yes, I will have to find it though,” Lakota replied, feeling hope rise up within her. Something about this compassionate, well-spoken man made her believe that she could be healed without going to the doctors. “I’ll be right back,” Lakota added, standing to her feet again. Then she hurried from her porch into the brick house, practically skipping as she went, causing her tall hairdo to teeter a bit.
“Human females are so fickle. One minute she wants you to stay. The next she wants you to leave. Now she wants you to stay again,” Nasiir said under his breath, careful not to move his dog lips or speak too loudly as to be heard.
Xander chuckled. “I know, but I find it oddly amusing.”
When Lakota returned minutes later, she seemed even 1ighter. In fact, Xander could sense that her essence was now changing to a warm orange with splashes of emerald green denoting her enthusiasm and rising faith. There was no doubt in his mind that the powerful words from the Bible would turn Lakota’s darkness completely into light[ii] and ultimately remove that gray mass from her body, as well.
For the next two hours, Xander and Nasiir went from the sidewalk to Lakota’s porch for a time of unexpected fellowship. The male human patiently took the female human from one healing and salvation scripture to the next until all the darkness and the gray within her was gone. When Lakota threw her hands up and praised the Lord towards the end of their session, Xander saw the most amazing thing in the spirit realm.
As Lakota praised God for forgiving her and for healing her body, the words from her mouth sparkled and glittered in happy colors as they drifted heavenward. Soon that brilliant light that Xander loved to behold actually came and inhabited the woman’s praises[iii], creating an even more powerful mix of colors. Even Nasiir was aware of the change in the spirit, though he could not see the light show.
Bravenet Blog 
Blog Community
Get a Free Blog
Manage your Blog
bravenet.com