The Daily Christian: A Selection From My New Release
After finishing False Beliefs: The Serpent Seed Doctrine & Kenite Myth, I needed a break from such a serious topic. I found my escape in continuing my work on a lighthearted, Christian fiction read called The Wonderful Journey of Edmund Beasley which is now available on Amazon.com
(http://www.amazon.com/dp/B07RGLMNV6).
I thought I would share a piece of this work with you, which is shown below preceded by a brief description.
If you read False Beliefs, you may notice as you go through this next work that, although the book is fiction, there are themes borrowed from False Beliefs such as how myths and conspiracy theories can lead us further from the truth. However, overall, the book is meant to be a quick, fun read about a quirky character who may have just a bit too much ego . . .
Description:
Edmund James Beasley II is a writer and new believer who hasn’t yet come to the realization he needs God’s help. After an incident in college, Edmund develops a phobia about showing his writing to the world and finds employment anywhere he can just to avoid doing so.
Still stuck on an old love, he discovers he’s falling for Eleanor Collins, a woman he meets in the most unexpected of places after she contracts a mysterious virus that leaves people looking dead when they really are not.
Add to the mix a conspiracy theory addicted roommate by the name of Dale who believes the earth is flat and claims to know the real reason why the Mexican-U.S. border wall has yet to be completed, and Edmund’s life just got a whole lot more complicated.
This becomes particularly true when Dale discovers a 1800s manuscript while vacuuming and finds it contains plans for a time machine—well sort of anyway. The manuscript belongs to the “Rascal Brigade of the High Sciences” an assembly of prominent scientists and engineers. Since the late 1800s, the Rascal Brigade has been having fun with pseudoscience and conspiracy theories, and they inspire Edmund to write a novel.
But Edmund may get more than inspiration, for the group, coupled with the aftermath of the virus, sets Edmund off on an unexpected journey to catch a killer, for Eleanor’s sake, and to find that he may need God’s help after all.
A Selection From: The Wonderful Journey of Edmund Beasley:
Edmund then began flattening the crinkled pages on his lap. Lifting his hand from the top sheet, he noticed the title, “The Rascal Brigade of the High Sciences” beneath the page’s header.
Going to his laptop, he typed in the designation into the search box. Results quickly filled the page. Unfortunately, most were based on the word “brigade” and were related to the military. He narrowed his search by adding the1800s timeframe and the words “men’s club.” This time, the search produced a brown-tinged photo of a group of men standing together in suits and derby hats. Edmund clicked on it and clicked again to the linking page that directed him to a well-designed website. The old photograph of the men was displayed prominently on the homepage, but above it was a modern snapshot of another group of men. A slogan near the photo read “Having Fun Since 1890.”
The right-hand side of the page contained a list of articles, mostly pseudoscience type stuff. One article discussed the probability the Earth was flat. A list of members could be found on the left side of the page. Scanning through them, Edmund recognized some of the names from his two-year subscription to a well-respected scientific journal. A couple of others were well-known engineers.
Edmund rested his arms on both sides of his laptop. The men were obviously involving themselves in some tongue-in-cheek, schoolboy antics. And the group had been doing it since the late 1800s.
"Who are those men?” Dale asked, coming to stand over Edmund’s shoulder.
Startled, Edmund jumped slightly. “Good grief.”
“Sorry.”
Recovering, Edmund pointed at the old photo. “My guess is one of these gentlemen was the author of the manuscript you discovered.”
“You mean you found the guy who invented the time machine?”
Edmund glanced back and saw Dale wide-eyed, holding a T-shirt to his mouth. He was apparently already emotionally invested in what Edmund had found to be a fabricated story. Edmund considered how to break the news and decided to be quick about it. “It was all a joke. It was just a bit of school-yard fun.” Edmund picked up the sheet that enabled him to figure it out. “See.” He tapped his finger on the drawing, but Dale’s concentration was still on the computer screen.
“This guy in the old photo looks identical to the one in the new picture.” Dale gestured at the old picture and then at the new one. He sat next to Edmund and slid in closer to the screen. “Don’t you see?”
Edmund knew what Dale was getting at. He was trying to argue the two men looked alike because they were actually the same man who’d time traveled to be in both photos. “You’re being a moron.” Edmund slumped back in his chair. He was sorry for the name-calling but facts were facts, and figure seven was an impossibility clearly placed there by the author to allow the reader to be in on the joke.
And as far as the two men looking similar in both photos, all Edmund could see was one blurry old photograph of an assembly of men that could look like just about any group of men. Plus, Edmund knew these clubs often passed membership down to their kids, so individuals were sure to bear some resemblances. He began to explain that to Dale.
“No, don’t you see?” Dale asked with a condescending tone. “They want us to believe they are joking so they can speak openly to each other about their ideas. But in actuality, they’re telling the truth. It’s like hiding something in plain sight.” Dale pointed to the article about the Earth being flat. “I’ve read reports about the government manipulating pictures, taken from space, of the Earth in order to make it look round.”
Edmund scratched at his head. “What are you talking about? What reports? Who wrote these reports?”
“People on the internet.”
“That’s your source?”
“Yes.”
(http://www.amazon.com/dp/B07RGLMNV6).
I thought I would share a piece of this work with you, which is shown below preceded by a brief description.
If you read False Beliefs, you may notice as you go through this next work that, although the book is fiction, there are themes borrowed from False Beliefs such as how myths and conspiracy theories can lead us further from the truth. However, overall, the book is meant to be a quick, fun read about a quirky character who may have just a bit too much ego . . .
Description:
Edmund James Beasley II is a writer and new believer who hasn’t yet come to the realization he needs God’s help. After an incident in college, Edmund develops a phobia about showing his writing to the world and finds employment anywhere he can just to avoid doing so.
Still stuck on an old love, he discovers he’s falling for Eleanor Collins, a woman he meets in the most unexpected of places after she contracts a mysterious virus that leaves people looking dead when they really are not.
Add to the mix a conspiracy theory addicted roommate by the name of Dale who believes the earth is flat and claims to know the real reason why the Mexican-U.S. border wall has yet to be completed, and Edmund’s life just got a whole lot more complicated.
This becomes particularly true when Dale discovers a 1800s manuscript while vacuuming and finds it contains plans for a time machine—well sort of anyway. The manuscript belongs to the “Rascal Brigade of the High Sciences” an assembly of prominent scientists and engineers. Since the late 1800s, the Rascal Brigade has been having fun with pseudoscience and conspiracy theories, and they inspire Edmund to write a novel.
But Edmund may get more than inspiration, for the group, coupled with the aftermath of the virus, sets Edmund off on an unexpected journey to catch a killer, for Eleanor’s sake, and to find that he may need God’s help after all.
A Selection From: The Wonderful Journey of Edmund Beasley:
Edmund then began flattening the crinkled pages on his lap. Lifting his hand from the top sheet, he noticed the title, “The Rascal Brigade of the High Sciences” beneath the page’s header.
Going to his laptop, he typed in the designation into the search box. Results quickly filled the page. Unfortunately, most were based on the word “brigade” and were related to the military. He narrowed his search by adding the1800s timeframe and the words “men’s club.” This time, the search produced a brown-tinged photo of a group of men standing together in suits and derby hats. Edmund clicked on it and clicked again to the linking page that directed him to a well-designed website. The old photograph of the men was displayed prominently on the homepage, but above it was a modern snapshot of another group of men. A slogan near the photo read “Having Fun Since 1890.”
The right-hand side of the page contained a list of articles, mostly pseudoscience type stuff. One article discussed the probability the Earth was flat. A list of members could be found on the left side of the page. Scanning through them, Edmund recognized some of the names from his two-year subscription to a well-respected scientific journal. A couple of others were well-known engineers.
Edmund rested his arms on both sides of his laptop. The men were obviously involving themselves in some tongue-in-cheek, schoolboy antics. And the group had been doing it since the late 1800s.
"Who are those men?” Dale asked, coming to stand over Edmund’s shoulder.
Startled, Edmund jumped slightly. “Good grief.”
“Sorry.”
Recovering, Edmund pointed at the old photo. “My guess is one of these gentlemen was the author of the manuscript you discovered.”
“You mean you found the guy who invented the time machine?”
Edmund glanced back and saw Dale wide-eyed, holding a T-shirt to his mouth. He was apparently already emotionally invested in what Edmund had found to be a fabricated story. Edmund considered how to break the news and decided to be quick about it. “It was all a joke. It was just a bit of school-yard fun.” Edmund picked up the sheet that enabled him to figure it out. “See.” He tapped his finger on the drawing, but Dale’s concentration was still on the computer screen.
“This guy in the old photo looks identical to the one in the new picture.” Dale gestured at the old picture and then at the new one. He sat next to Edmund and slid in closer to the screen. “Don’t you see?”
Edmund knew what Dale was getting at. He was trying to argue the two men looked alike because they were actually the same man who’d time traveled to be in both photos. “You’re being a moron.” Edmund slumped back in his chair. He was sorry for the name-calling but facts were facts, and figure seven was an impossibility clearly placed there by the author to allow the reader to be in on the joke.
And as far as the two men looking similar in both photos, all Edmund could see was one blurry old photograph of an assembly of men that could look like just about any group of men. Plus, Edmund knew these clubs often passed membership down to their kids, so individuals were sure to bear some resemblances. He began to explain that to Dale.
“No, don’t you see?” Dale asked with a condescending tone. “They want us to believe they are joking so they can speak openly to each other about their ideas. But in actuality, they’re telling the truth. It’s like hiding something in plain sight.” Dale pointed to the article about the Earth being flat. “I’ve read reports about the government manipulating pictures, taken from space, of the Earth in order to make it look round.”
Edmund scratched at his head. “What are you talking about? What reports? Who wrote these reports?”
“People on the internet.”
“That’s your source?”
“Yes.”
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