ATWOOD FRANK

I don't know if I ever shared this before, but here is the prologue and the first two chapters of a Book I'm thinking of writing, if God's willing after I finish Book 3 of Buck Trent, named Truthful New World:

PROLOUGE

Revelation 1 8:
I am Alpha and Omega, the beginning and the ending, which is, and which was, and which is to come, the Almighty.

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Earth is hell, but nobody believed it until they woke on the morning of January 1, 2030. Overnight the world had been changed. The slate of man’s accomplishments wiped out in the blink of an eye, for some entire cities lay desolate and dead for those who woke in darkness covered in grey ash that hid the sun’s rays.
From a simple pencil to sophisticated buildings and intricate cars developed over decades had disappeared overnight, or had they? Animals, small and large had been removed, as the world’s most dangerous inhabitant survived.
Completely naked, and completely void of any social restrictions whatsoever, man awoke to find himself and others around him, all on an equal basis.
There was world talk before that morning, the rapture was supposed to have taken place on December 31, 2029. The day had come and gone, finding many were spiritually devastated as though their faith had deceived them. Man’s own arrogance had always assumed they knew God. Man’s God had been wrapped in so many different colored boxes and sold to the deceived masses which thwarted real truth few ever found. Any who dare refuse to think or believe differently than they were taught by their leaders, found their hearts wrapped in fear and guilt, not wonderment and joy when they awoke.
The cities were hit the hardest. People had been scattered throughout the land who had fallen asleep the night before, survived whatever it was that had come upon them through the night, while those who were awake at the same time, whether on a job or just sitting at home, died. All those who slept, awakened finding themselves lying in green grasses, some not knowing where or who  they were or how they even got there, as only certain chosen cities were left intact, void of all human life.
All awoke on two different playing fields. Some knew their first name only, while others knew not who they were upon awakening. The other difference was some sensed their nakedness and were horrified as their ties to the old world still lingered within them, while others awoke not worried one way or the other whether they were clothed or not. Those horrified about their nakedness knew their names and scrambled to fight over the clothed dead’s garments.
Throughout the United States, the only built structures besides a few emptied cities were correctional facilities of America, whose prisoners were truly a captured audience.
One death row inmate in Folsom Prison, a Muslim named Mustafa Mohammad slated for execution seized the moment and stripped the dead guards of all their clothes, making himself a general overnight. He was immediately followed by over five-hundred prisoners who decided to follow him.
Without material things or money to steal, Mohammad knew and understood control of the masses would be a high priority. When it came to mercy, Mustafa knew none. He had been freed by an unknown entity from the hands of infidels and gave him an army to rule over.
The world and its morality had been thrown upside down overnight. The elites, the rich, the rulers of old were as nothing to those whose meager lives hated such things connected to a dark status which dwelled within their black hearts like an un-curable cancer which readily diminishes ones process to think rationally after so much wealth and power. For now power was no more as it had been eradicated. Individual hearts and souls now sought others like themselves to be around.
Mustafa was born for this day, and thus came about the name he put upon his followers. For his cannibalistic ways would not only feed his army but put a new fear in the hearts of any who’d resist him.
There only opposition would come from the meek and the handicapped, of the past world, whose presence were feared yet masqueraded purposely under an ignorance laid down by a society that exploited differences in people, by keeping them held behind closed walls of institutions disguised to help, but designed as lab rats for a more modern society who had learned to use compassion and love as the ultimate Trojan horse for gaining sympathy from the masses who followed blindly the art of soft-speak, fake compassion and love, without really listening to the truths within each action taken, which inevitably brought on an event that changed everything in the blink of an eye none truly expected, let alone were ready for.
Not all minds were free from the past teachings, to open up to new positive truths and knowledge which would have never before been accepted in the world of worldly men who only talked of the physical, not the invisible.
Soon those of old and those of the new, would inevitably meet, setting up an apocalyptic consultation which would bring together all things pertinent to flesh, enhanced with the invisible power which would lead all to an un-known future tied to the rising of a Truthful New World.
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Nag Hammadi Scriptures: The Gospel of Philip, Light and Darkness (52-53, 14)
Light and darkness, life and death, and right and left are siblings of one another and inseparable. For this reason the good are not good, the bad are not bad, life is not life, and death is not death. Each will dissolve into its original nature, but what is superior to the world cannot be dissolved, for it is eternal.

Introduction

Albert Stanford and Mustafa Mohammad were no more equal than a bull and a mouse. Both were total opposites from the old world, each an inkling of the new world within them. Both would meet, and from it would emerge an apocalyptic consultation, setting forth the merging of good and evil where neutrality didn’t exist. From it would begin a process of birth which had been taking place before man even knew he existed, the creation of a New World.

Pearls of Great Price: Moses 1: 38. And as one earth shall pass away, and the heavens thereof even so shall another come; and there is no end to my works, neither to my words.

Chapter 1

THE DAY OF THE LORD

(Holy Bible) St. Luke 12: 40 be ye therefore ready also: for the Son of man cometh at an hour when ye think not.
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The morning of December 31st 2029 was not a day of celebration as it had been five years earlier. It was another day of suicide bombings, and the last one took out the only TV station working off of backup generators, which barely got news to the city limits of Los Angeles County.
America’s electrical grid had been blown up two years earlier under one of the most strategic attacks ever deployed by any Jihadist group still raging war against the west.
Thirty well placed suicide bombers simultaneously took out ten separate power facilities along with their supporting substations up and down the west coast.
It was just three months earlier a large nuclear warhead had been exploded in the atmosphere over the east coast which put everything east of the Mississippi into darkness. Immediately upon that day all planes stopped flying in the west as an assurance the same couldn’t happen to them.
The smoke from constant bombings, mixed with long-dead volcanoes awakened throughout all fifty states like clockwork for the past six months, spewing out ash and soot into the atmosphere keeping the entire west coast in constant darkness, rendering solar generators obsolete.
What was left of mankind had adapted to the hazy gray floating ash which kept the sun from shinning for many who remained trapped in-doors. Unlike Albert Stanford, born blind and autistic, while crippled at birth through muscular dystrophy. His world never involved worldly things normal people experienced as his whole senseless life was contained within his own private room, at Camarillo Mental Facility on the outskirts of Santa Barbara, California.
Born premature and abnormal, into a rich family, Albert was immediately placed under a state conservatorship to be taken care of after only six months of life. According to medical brain scans his mental capacity was to remain that of a three year old mentally deficient child. His family, being of political status at the time, didn’t need the publicity of another scandal as they signed away all their parental rights to the state to keep it hush hush, as they paid whatever fee was requested to keep Camarillo afloat as long as Albert lived.
Though blind, he wasn’t deaf, and had exceptional hearing abilities. He heard all sounds, yet understood none of them, though his mind’s eye flashed mental pictures against a backdrop in the darkest hollows of his brain. Verbal talking sounds appeared as shadowy silhouetted images to his mind, which retained them automatically as they danced in his head and became implanted in his memory of which he could never share with another. These mental images always kept him happy and free as he felt his way through life one day at a time.
Though he couldn’t speak, he gurgled when he tried to communicate with other’s who usually ignored him as he was pushed in his wheelchair by those conversing.
Even in different languages or tones. He couldn’t discern when a person was mad or happy as he’d pick up a word here and there, no matter what language his brain heard, his mind always added pictures to his collection of shadowy images which had become a library of information by the time he turned twenty one years of age.
How accurate was his library of information? Even he didn’t know for it was only in his mind and no man could access it but him who put it there. And God wasn’t prepared to give it to natural men for their world, for he had tried, and mankind pushed it off as fantasy.
Albert knew nothing of the war around him, or outside of the building he’d been in all his life. Having only been outside, in an open square in the center of the building he was contained in, a few times as a child, he never cared much for it as it seemed he’d always get wet when he was left alone just before a rain storm would hit. His two experiences left him hating to be in the open at all and whenever he thought he was being taken to the square to be outside, he’d throw a tantrum by flailing his bent arms and twisted fingers as he gurgled as loud as he could, for as long as it took for them to understand he didn’t want to be outside at all as he flailed around uncontrollably in his wheelchair.
He never watched television reports on surviving a super volcano or listen to the radio tell where people could go to get clean bottled water before all media ceased. Albert was never concerned about anything happening outside his room let alone the mental facility.
He was always in his own world, void of anger, hate, wars and everyday busyness of what society considered normal behavior living in a world gone completely mad through political correctness, and dirty politics which skewered anyone who dared to upset the applecart of a society controlled by an Elite power structure being toppled by a slow awakening of a silent majority who’s power rose early, before a dirty bomb wiped out Washington D.C. entirely, removing a great societal cancer which had spread throughout the world, making Albert’s flailing tantrums merely miniscule compared to the craziness of a world turned upside down.
Albert had not the capacity to learn to read, but was always scanning pictures through his fingertips, as he’d brush his crooked disfigured extremities lightly across a magazine cover and smile as somehow magically pictures materialized before the mind’s eye and became planted in a library of images, with no names, were stored in his brain, which became a part of his soul.
Each picture formed and stored in his mind was always followed by a wave of a low level electrical flow that entered from the top of his head and ran through his entire body, exiting through the bottom of his feet, leaving a good feeling inside that warmed him, verifying its truthfulness.
The staffs laughing at him never bothered him as they’d watch him finger all books they’d put in his hands, from porno magazines to mechanical engineering design books, as he’d smile and gurgle over them while fingering through pages he could never see, as if he was reading braille.

On this particular day he was exceptionally happy as he had sensed it was time for his monthly therapy in a special room where he was wired and given jolts of electric current. The streams of electricity helped him relax and dream in color, as all the pictures stored in his brain would become clearer in-between each jolt which surged through his brain and body. He was always amazed by the sad faces of those who cleared up those pictures for him.
Unlike the impulses received whenever a picture was introduced, he couldn’t comprehend the dosage of electrical amps given him each month which strengthened his weak pathetic muscles in ways his mind couldn’t grasp, let alone any doctor who gave them to him.
Never having control over his muscles from birth, he never considered the good happening to him as those around him never noticed how much strength he had been gaining in his fingers. Having to always drink through a straw, he had not the ability to hold any aluminum can, or even a paper cup. When placed in his hand he had not the grip to even lift it empty, let alone hold it when full.
One this particular day, not only did he grasp a paper cup, but when no one was watching he lifted it an inch off the tray and set it back down, which made him especially happy. When he heard a nurse enter his room, he tried to show her what he could do, but couldn’t find the cup and when he did he was so excited he knocked it off the tray unto the floor.
His gurgles were ignored as usual and when they took his tray away they left, not realizing he had done something great and no one saw it.
As he lay in his bed, tears swelled within his eyes as he knew categorically without doubt, there was something out there more powerful than he or those who cared for him. He knew his minor feat was nothing in the real world and was unmentionable by many who would have seen it. The more he relaxed the stronger his confidence grew within him as he sensed things were about to change. He never realized how right he was as he slowly fell asleep, curled in the same fetal position he’d slept in his entire life.

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Albert Stanford dreamed a voice in a soothing light filled with love had called his first name only, leaving him knowing he was his father’s Son. A truth he never realized till Albert awoke feeling himself naked huddled and intertwined amongst others void of clothing as well, as he was stunned he could see, having been blind all his life, till now. Once he had untangled himself from those entwined with him, he gawked at his new muscular body, seeing it for the first time with his new eyes.
An entire world of blurry blue skies and green pastures void of cities and highways were before him, as memories of pictures imprinted in his head touched his mind, as Albert started to walk towards an open field not knowing why or what he would do once he reached it, yet, he held up from taking that first step just long enough for a past memory of his life to touch his mind for the spark of a moment, leaving a slight aura of humility upon him.
A smile appeared on his strong masculine face and humbleness filled his heart as he stood erect and flexed his well-muscled body as he took in a deep breath, exhaled and looked up into the blue sky above, slowly coming into focus as a quiet serenity filled the aura around him and peace touched his soul, soothing his mind at that very moment, for he knew who he was. He was just one of his father’s sons, not caring or even thinking of who his father was, as of yet.
When Albert new eyes focused upon those he was entangled with, he noticed upon them not even one looked his way or acknowledged his presence as if he was invisible, and yet, he knew he was as real if not more real, than they who avoided him.
He began dancing in circles and flinging his muscular arms and legs freely about with every muscle in his body under his control, while shouting words, not knowing from where they came, “I’m my Father’s Son who’s thrilled to be alive and whole,” he kept repeating over and over again.
It felt and sounded good to hear his own voice whether anyone heard him or not, yet humbled him enough to see himself lesser than those who ignored him.
The scent of fresh green grass under his feet felt soft as he stopped dancing and lied down upon the two inch high blades and spread eagled himself, as he began opening and closing his arms and legs as if to make a green snow angel in the tall lush grassy field.
He stopped speaking for a while and closed his eyes, and just listened to the silence. How long the silence was he didn’t know for time was of no concern, and that’s when he heard the voice.
“We are one you and I. Yet I am everything that’s of the past and the future, which neither exists but soon will.”
Albert sat up and looked around as a warm feeling accompanied the voice which was filled with a love that saturated his soul. It left him humbled, yet not perplexed, but happy. For though no one was close enough to speak them, he knew the words were meant for him and him alone, as the same loving voice touched his mind again with a word, GOD. Albert knew not what God meant, yet was not perplexed, or in need to share it with anyone else.
Without knowing why he began walking again, to where he did not know or care, as he knew he was being guided and feared nothing as negatives didn’t exist at all.

(Pistis Sophia) 1st Book, Chapter, 46: 4. O Light show me thy ways and I shall be saved in them; and show me thy paths, whereby I shall be saved out of the chaos.

Chapter 2

THE AWAKENING

(Holy Bible) Amos 9: 14. And I will bring again the captivity of my people of the New Jerusalem, and they shall build the waste cities, and inhabit them; and they shall plant vineyards, and drink the wine thereof; they shall also make the gardens, and eat the fruit.

Void of negatives, Albert appreciated a feeling within for his new life, which he sensed would be a worthy one as he made his first step towards the vacant city before him. Unafraid and filled with positive knowledge Albert became a captive to a designed destiny created before man ever walked the earth.
He felt no bodily desires for food, water or any cravings connected to eating. Such desires to sustain one’s body didn’t exist for him. When he moved forward on his new healthy limbs, he moved as though he’d walked his entire life.
When Albert neared others who had awakened as he did, if their auras didn’t match they’d move away without even making eye contact. He soon knew if an aura matched his they’d fall in line with him.
All moved away but one who joined him, yet he knew not to look back. By the time he felt he was away from the others, he turned and saw only one other following him, a woman.
“You’re Albert,” she said.
“And you’re Suzie,” said Albert.
In tandem they both spoke, looking at each other, ignoring each other’s nakedness and said, “My father told me your name.”
“How many do you think will join?” asked Suzie.
“Doesn’t matter,” replied Albert.
Suzie smiled, knowing he was right.
Albert and Suzie cared not how many would join, for in time they knew their numbers would grow and so would the peaceable feeling surrounding them.
Those whose auras matched would soon be called, The Harmonistics.

(Book of Mormon) 2Nephi, 8: 7. Hearken unto me, ye that know righteousness, the people in whose heart I have written my law, fear ye not the reproach of men, neither be afraid of their revilings.

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(Holy Bible) Revelation 17: 14. These shall make war with the lambs and the lambs shall overcome them:

After a brutal beating by a bevy of prison guards who rendered him unconscious the night before while being held in solitary confinement in California’s infamous Folsom Prison.
Mustafa Mohammad awakened naked and speechless, lying within the prison’s open courtyard, not remembering anything but his name, while not knowing how he had gotten there.
Upon gathering his sense, he scowered the facility and quickly noticed amongst all the dead, both guards and prisoners were still clothed as all who had survived the night were as naked as he was, but quickly knew, by the startled look on the survivors faces, told him, they knew not any more than he did, but soon he’d learn they knew even less.
He listened intently to the eerie quietness within the dark atmosphere that hung over the prison like a heavy blanket. The quietness was deafening and frightening as well as uncomfortable. He felt an anger building within, and knew not why. Without thought, he faced east, dropped to his knees and humbly thanked an unknown entity with a moment of humility for keeping him alive from whatever it was that passed over the prison overnight and freed him, along with all other prisoners as all cell doors were opened.
While praying, he heard footsteps behind him as he rose to face others who were as naked as he.
“Who are we and what is this place?” said one of the men who spoke for all others.
“You know not where you are?” replied Mustafa.
The man’s eyes were blank and soulless. “I have no name, nor do I know who or where I am.”
Mustafa headed back towards the courtyard as all followed him. Once in the huge yard, he faced all before him with a voice so loud it echoed throughout the prison as all listened.
“My name is Mustafa Mohammad. Allah has saved us for a purpose. Since I alone remember my name, it is a sign of my power over all who gather today. We are to rule over all who do not choose to become one with us. A new world has come. The meek shall cower before us, for it is ours.”
“My name is Bonze. I also remember my name,” said a voice from amongst those standing before him.
“Show yourself to me, and join me as one of my generals, for any who remember their name, have been chosen to stand beside me,” said Mustafa as the crowd parted and a big Black stepped out to face Mustafa.
The big Black, dropped to his knees and prayed silently also, then stood.
Mustafa moved towards Bonze, and stopped a few feet from him. “I notice you did not face east when you bowed. So to whom do you pray?”
Bonze smiled at Mustafa. “I pray to an entity with no name who freed me also. I serve the same as you.”
“And I pray also,” said another from the crowd, as both men’s attention turned towards another parting of the masses, which had now grown to over five hundred prisoners. From it came a Caucasian, whose size matched both Mustafa and Bonze.
“What is your name?” asked Mustafa.
“Colt, my name is Colt, and I know to whom I pray. I am called a Christian which means every word I speak is tied to the truths of the old world teachings, and yes we are all tied to the same Master who has deemed us all to survive in this new world we are about to build from this point forward.”
Without saying a word, or knowing why, Mustafa walked over to one of the clothed dead guards his size, and began removing the clothes from the motionless corpse. Watching, Colt and Bonze did the same. When all three were dressed, Mustafa raised his hands over his head.
“There are not as many clothed here as there are of us. Any who wish to follow us are welcome. You who wish to remain naked may, for it will not be held against you, for once we leave these walls, anyone who we come upon who does not, or will not join us freely, shall be our enemy. And should hunger touch our bellies, as food is no more, for this also I know, then they who refute us shall be devoured by us and their bones used as weapons in our hands.”
Mustafa’s last words set off a spark within a few of the prisoners who quickly hurried towards the dead and began gathering clothes, while others chose to remain naked.
“We shall eventually be called Thyestians,” said Mustafa, not knowing why he said it or what the word, Thyestian meant. “And we shall become known in time as the Thyestian Horde.”
Before long, all the prisoners stepped from the prison into the surrounding landscape, where they could see in the distance, the dark smoke hovering over dead cities before them, incased in darkness not knowing what they would find once they reached them.

(The Nag Hammadi Scriptures) - Book of Thomas;
Our Own and The Others; - The Savior said, “To tell the truth, do not think of these as human beings, but regard them as animals. As animals devour each other, so people like this devour each other. They are deprived of the kingdom since they love the delight of fire and are slaves of death and rush to do deeds of corruption.