PUT YOUR RIGHT HAND OVER YOUR HEART - Part 2

“Our guinea pigs are here!” one of the Charlie’s announced with more excitement than he should have. Stacey moved a few steps away from him. Some of the agents were too young and too hopped up on coffee or adrenaline shots to be there at 2 A.M. in the morning holding semi automatic weapons.

“Can you please keep it down? These people are already scared.”

“Sorry ma’am.”

‘Ma’am’ he said. Stacey could never get use to being called ma’am. Even in his extreme excitement, the officer could sense her displeasure. He leaned over looking at her name tag. Only medical personnel and the suits had name tags.

“You’re a doctor…It says Dr. Dr. Stacey Penski. Do I call you Dr. Stacey or Dr. Penski or maybe it’s just Stacey…

Stacey interrupted him, “Just call me Dr. Penski.” Something told her he had a lot more variations to go through before he would decide to stop. She ran her hands across her face, slightly pinching her cheeks, then brushing her hair out of her eyes. Her hair showed her age more than her skin did. A once vibrant shade of red now faded to a murky shade of orange. It had also thinned quite a bit over the years. Her husband said it was part of getting older; she knew it was because of stress.

She caught Bonnie’s attention, who was on the other side of the tent, and motioned for her to come over. They often worked together on these jobs. Bonnie was younger and much smarter then her good looks and enhanced 36 DD’s led on.

COYOTES, GUINEA PIGS AND CHARLIE - PART 1

They showed up on time as agreed; which was rare to have such integrity from coyotes. It was a little after midnight in central Mexico. The white truck looked remarkably clean considering the dusty roads it just drove across. It definitely wasn’t what the people expected to get them across the border. It was smooth and with the shine of a new white kitchen appliance, except for the painted signage on each side, “Esmeralda’s Tortilla’s – Homemade Goodness From Mexico since 1964”. Funny, none of the Mexicans waiting in the moonlight had ever heard of it. There was another thing that made the truck stand out, across the top were vents; 3 on each side. Good. At least they knew they’d be able to breathe.

There were 35 people waiting to pack in. Two men got out on the passenger side of the truck first, then the driver. Both passengers each had a semi automatics slung around their shoulders. The driver brandished only keys and a hand gun neatly stuffed in his waistband along with his stomach. “No hablen sin que alguien te direja la palabra primero.” He gave the crowd the once over to be sure all understood. The nods of acknowledgement were unanimous. There were many ways to get across the border; this was just one of them.

The sliding door on the back of the truck went up. The driver held out his hand, the people paid him and then stepped up into the truck. There were no names, no direct eye contact and only the driver was to do the talking…unless otherwise instructed.
Once on, you were to move all the way to the back of the truck. There were chains that hung from hooks in the ceiling. The passengers were suppose you use them to steady themselves while standing for however long the journey would take.

An old woman was approaching. Her son was holding her up by her waist. It was clear she could not walk herself. Each step she took was a struggle. His wife looking ragged, walked with her head hung, behind them. Each person was to hand over the money for their own passage. The old woman reached in her bra to get her money. She held out her hand until it tremored. The coyote took the money from her and but it back into her bra. “Demaciado Viejo.” (Too old) The woman began to cry to her son, her whole body shaking. “Perdon senora, pero no le puedo ayudar.” (I’m sorry Ma’ma, I can’t help you) the Coyote said with all the compassion he could pull out of himself.

The Way We Were - Synopsis

And he causeth all, both small and great, rich and poor, free and
bond,to receive a mark in their right hand, or in their foreheads:
And that no man might buy or sell, save he that had the mark, or
the name of the beast, or the number of his name.
Quote from REVELATION 13:16-17


Imagine your whole history; school, work, medical and buying, was on an RFID chip the size of a shard of glass. The governments own tracking device and oh what this tracking device can do.
It starts in the deserts of Mexico – a deal brokered between the Mexican and U.S. governments. The illegal immigrants are the first test subjects. The chip was praised as being convenient, not a sign of the anti-christ. While the U.S. government begins pushing through what they call simply, “the agenda”, a growing remnant of people know the truth of what is really going on.
Lynn and Barry are forced to leave their jobs and their home because they refuse to take the chip. They are beginning on a journey ending at an unexpected destination.
Carla and Melanie are two women of the same age and with the same military background. They get their first assignments on the same day, but will end up on very different paths.
Pastor Wilde preaches to his flock how silly it is to not be implanted. He insists it has nothing to do with God or the devil but he gets a rude awakening by way of a seminar taught by a con-man.
Morris worked with the FDA for over 15 years. He pushed forth programs that will ultimately kill millions – in one way or another; never realizing the new rules would also apply to him. He discovers the devil doesn’t keep his word. Agents Perry and Grimm are pulling the strings and finally…
There’s Sabah Tariq; the morning star, the light-bearer, the biggest liar of them all.
In this new world there is no rich or poor, nor black or white; you’re either chipped…or you’re not.

The Chronicles of Mara 5/26/9

Why Mara?

Mara is introduced in the book of Ruth in the bible as Naomi. Things have not gone so well for Naomi. Because of the loss she has suffered, her heart is broken. As a result she changes her name to Mara, which means bitter. What I like about Mara is despite her hurt, she is still able to be encouraging and loving to her daughter-in-law Ruth.

What's my point??? Sometimes things don't work out the way we would have liked them to. We look at our own garden and it's filled with weeds, but we should still be able to appreciate and rejoice the flowers blooming in the garden of our neighbors.