Change! It is craved, it is what turns unknown men of no distinction into world wide fame. It is undeniable! Well world, concerning change, you are all about to get your fill of it, and then some. look around you. The values we cherished have not so much gone away. It's more like The simple list of "do's and don'ts" had simply been rewritten.
Take a trip with Steven Clark Bradley into a world which is certainly our own, though now casting only the shadow of her decay. Follow today's logic and the end result of a society where no one trusts another, their sister or their brother in a Land that no longer is at all what she she was.
Read Part Two of "Open Your Eyes" and see the roots of Nimrod Rising and the lie that drove man suddenly and permanently out of the Garden of God.
"Open Your Eyes" Chapter 2 Steven Clark Bradley's Quality of Life (This is a work still writing itself...)
"Kasadya?"
When Sergeant Jacob Masters mumbled the word, the light in the cave flickered and the cave shook slightly and dust and small stones fell to the cave floor. Masters bent down and picked up another of the flat stone plates. It showed the images of the two boys again. The smaller boy was smiling and still raising his hands into the air while the image of the taller one had his head drooped downward with a look of sadness and anger drawn across his face. Masters took the next plate and when his eyes met the drawing, he had a sharp pain fill his hand which crawled up his arm and into his head, forcing his head to snap backward, his eyes to go out of focus and the smudgy world before him slowly cleared and he saw it all happening right there before him!
Sergeant Masters looked and saw two young boys. Masters felt as if he could simply reach out and touch them. In Masters' mind, he knew he couldn't.
One of them was younger than the other and busy feeding his sheep and herding them out into a large field. The other one was tending his garden and hitting the ground with a sharp tool in hard, aggressive, angry strokes. He kept glancing up at the other boy and stared at him.
Masters’ eyes were anchored to the scene that was unfolding before his eyes, which widened even more when he saw an image appear behind the older boy. It was tall, massive, like the angelic figure he had seen outside the cave. Only, this one did not shine. It was charred and black and had leathery wings with claw-like tips on its wings. Smoke rose up off its body and its eyes seemed to bleed hatred and death! It looked down at the older boy and watched him. The boy was oblivious to its presence. After a few moments it bent down and began whispering into the boy’s ear.
“God hates you, boy!” The boy looked up as though he heard a voice, but saw nothing. He went back to his work, striking the ground hard in choleric rhythm.
“There is no satisfying such a hateful person as this one your brother, and he seems to please Elyon, though, were you not rejected, even scorned and loathed to remember how it made you want to kill your brother? Just look at him over there. He is happy…smiling…peaceful. Did Elyon not accept his offering while rejecting yours?” The evil beast smiled as his eyes flashed fire and he howled a wail that shook the halls of Tenebre as Kasadya plunged its clawed hand deep into Masters' head.
The boy looked up and over at his younger brother. His face grew angrier, to the point of rage!
“Are you going to let him rob you, boy? Did he work harder than you? Did he toil as you have and did you not put much more effort into your offering to this ungrateful creator?”
The boy looked straight up into the sky and raised his fist into the air. The beast behind him grinned and began to laugh.
“How easy they are! With no effort at all.” the Watcher thought.
“Look at your hand.” The watcher told the boy. You need to take that tool in your hand show your brother that you won’t tolerate such disrespect! Are you not the eldest? Should he not bow down to you?”
The boy looked at the sharp tool he had been using to break open the ground.
“Take that thing and strike him down!” The Watcher instructed the boy. Show him you are the leader of the clan! Show this God that you demand your rights!”
Suddenly, Masters saw the taller boy turn, with the tool in hand, and walk slowly toward his brother. The older brother’s murderous thoughts were interrupted with memories of their childhood. He told himself that he loved his brother! He remembered playing outside the cave of treasures and learning the life that their father had been given since the great fall. He stopped walking and lowered the tool in his hand to his side. Then the beast appeared again.
“He’ll grow up and take it all away from you! He’s not your brother! He’s your enemy! Your mother loves him far more than she does you. He’s smarter!”
The boy raised his head and stared at his brother. His softened expression stiffened again and anger crossed his face!
“He’s blessed and you’re cursed!” the beast whispered hideously to the older boy.
The boy raised the tool again up to his eyes.
“He has to die or you’ll have no future!” Kasadya screamed into The boy's face and the young man's visage grew cold, austere, relentless and then full of rage! He started walking again toward his brother. He hid the tool behind his back.
“You have a right to defend yourself!” The boy walked faster.
“He’s plotting against you! He’s a thief, a liar, a…”
The boy took off running towards his younger brother. The younger brother looked at his older one and smiled at first and then saw his brother’s face with an expression he had never seen before!
Endangered, When he got to where his brother was standing, he stopped and stared at the boy he had grown up with, the one he had lived with his whole life until that very moment.
“Why have you lied to me?” he asked his younger brother.
“Lie, what does that mean? I have always been with you. What is mine is yours as well! Come, let’s sit and eat of the lamb I offered to the Lord today.”
The words enraged his older brother!
“See, he’s mocking you!” the evil Watcher, Kasadya taunted the older boy. “He is belittling you! Have some pride boy! Take that tool from behind your back and slay the little bastard!”
“I don’t want your filthy meat! You are mocking me!” the older brother declared. “I don’t want anything from you!”
He gripped the tool and his little brother looked very perplexed and did not understand why his older brother seemed so vexed at him.
“My brother, I love you. I’d never mock you!”
“He’s a liar! The Watcher insisted. “He’s going to destroy you! Take that tool and strike him down!” The boy hesitated.
“DO IT NOW!” The demon from hell roared inside the boy’s head!
Suddenly, with one swipe of his hand, the older brother swung the tool! Just before it entered his skull, the younger brother cried out.
“Caine, NO!”
The smaller boy fell to the ground and blood was gushing from his head; mixing with the lamb’s blood that had only hours earlier been sacrificed to God! The Watcher laughed out loud and the boy seemed to hear it, looking around and then finally down at the sight of his younger brother, the brother he had always loved, lying dead on the corrupted Earth. He bent down and cried out and took his brother into his arms and screamed when he heard a voice from the heavens.
“Caine, what have you done!”
The image before Sergeant Master’s eyes disappeared and he heard the word again that he had uttered earlier.
“Kasadya!”
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