Living his life on a Texas plantation off the Gulf of Mexico in 1840; Captain Roderick Kismias finds the pleasure of being summoned by King Felipe of Spain. There to travel and finding a hidden treasure. Captain Kismias is a handsome young man with many attributes to offer in the journey set ahead of him. Being handsome with dark piercing eyes, a muscular cow boyish physique; besides his ability to steer wrestle cattle, while managing a thousand acre ranch outside of Houston, Texas. Capable of managing the overall functioning of a massive ship named the Spanish mermaid, Spain's finest ship sent to find a remedy to Spain's financial spoil should this journey fail.
Writing about her indescribable Christ-driven unusual experience, Wilma returns to tell of a divine place over yondera place we describe as limbo to some, the place between heaven and hell. It is somewhere for people who are not Christians, those who are not walking the walk of Christianity now. Maybe a stopping off place many go to when they die. A place described as the place that is believed to be home to the souls of children who died before baptism or believers. The souls of the righteous who died stop there. Although they are barred from entry to heaven, they are not condemned to the eternal suffering of hell. Realizing the portal was the entrance to heaven, Wilma remembers she was in the presence of the Holy Spirit, turning to see Jesus Christ standing on the pathway. Yet Wilma returns from a divine place, with a burning personal desire inside to tell this story. Wilma presses daily to complete this manuscript and reveal to unbelievers that there is a place called skekinah, visiting God in prayer, a living God, revealing his mighty power besides telling of a mystical place where the soul descends to after death. In reality, we do meet Christ for his divine judgment. Daily, Wilma finds herself wanting to drift outside and sit in the yard swing that extends from a large hickory tree limb. In finding peace there, she sings and praises the Lord. At times, she feels his presence with her during prayer time there. The wind starts to blow softly, and she closes her eyes. At this point, he comes to her as a feeling in her heart that he is there with her. She feels his presence as the wind stops, and there is a silence that only she and Christ can feel.
A seawater army of vampire is developed into an uncontrollable force against mankind! Excavation site diggings in 16 Tenth Century Paris France. Unearthed by accident a mystical box unfolding the deadly fate of many... Drake becomes the victim of circumstances. Mystically placed inside an ancient Egyptian Coptic, inscribed box, The entity waits its release upon mankind. The inscription upon the box is extinct afro-Asiatic language that writings around 200 A.D. This inscribed mystical box holds the damnation of the world. "Saltwater covering almost all the planet earth, "especially the earths five main seawater areas, the Pacific, Atlantic and Indian Ocean Arctic and Mediterranean Oceans of the world." Evolving from the entity viral bite which is delivered by its host named Ladrakeula. "A seawater army of vampire is developed!!!" Once metamorphosed they begin coming from the deep only when necessary cravings of human blood, feeding comes upon them, becoming overpowering. Nagging at their subconscious resembling an addiction. Ladrakeula... "The master vampire" commands them to feed...each with an inner hunch too powerful to shake off they infect many!!!" Inspector Padgett chases after answers for the community of victims looking for the missing individuals. "Opening the ether... being the blue surrounding the world God comes beginning the rapture. Thousands of angels appear from heaven none male none female. Bringing the evil before God to be judged according to their deeds." Golden laced chariots carrying many warriors of the Lord, all albino angels draw near to the throne around it are angel of the seventh of the nine orders of angels in the traditional Christian hierarchy of God!! Waiting and watch the work of the heavenly father... striking down the unjust while others gather the lost foe. Blown from the mouth of God a howling spinning high wind.. develops.
Writing about her indescribable Christ-driven unusual experience, Wilma returns to tell of a divine place over yondera place we describe as limbo to some, the place between heaven and hell. It is somewhere for people who are not Christians, those who are not walking the walk of Christianity now. Maybe a stopping off place many go to when they die. A place described as the place that is believed to be home to the souls of children who died before baptism or believers. The souls of the righteous who died stop there. Although they are barred from entry to heaven, they are not condemned to the eternal suffering of hell. Realizing the portal was the entrance to heaven, Wilma remembers she was in the presence of the Holy Spirit, turning to see Jesus Christ standing on the pathway. Yet Wilma returns from a divine place, with a burning personal desire inside to tell this story. Wilma presses daily to complete this manuscript and reveal to unbelievers that there is a place called skekinah, visiting God in prayer, a living God, revealing his mighty power besides telling of a mystical place where the soul descends to after death. In reality, we do meet Christ for his divine judgment. Daily, Wilma finds herself wanting to drift outside and sit in the yard swing that extends from a large hickory tree limb. In finding peace there, she sings and praises the Lord. At times, she feels his presence with her during prayer time there. The wind starts to blow softly, and she closes her eyes. At this point, he comes to her as a feeling in her heart that he is there with her. She feels his presence as the wind stops, and there is a silence that only she and Christ can feel.
A seawater army of vampire is developed into an uncontrollable force against mankind! Excavation site diggings in 16 Tenth Century Paris France. Unearthed by accident a mystical box unfolding the deadly fate of many... Drake becomes the victim of circumstances. Mystically placed inside an ancient Egyptian Coptic, inscribed box, The entity waits its release upon mankind. The inscription upon the box is extinct afro-Asiatic language that writings around 200 A.D. This inscribed mystical box holds the damnation of the world. "Saltwater covering almost all the planet earth, "especially the earths five main seawater areas, the Pacific, Atlantic and Indian Ocean Arctic and Mediterranean Oceans of the world." Evolving from the entity viral bite which is delivered by its host named Ladrakeula. "A seawater army of vampire is developed!!!" Once metamorphosed they begin coming from the deep only when necessary cravings of human blood, feeding comes upon them, becoming overpowering. Nagging at their subconscious resembling an addiction. Ladrakeula... "The master vampire" commands them to feed...each with an inner hunch too powerful to shake off they infect many!!!" Inspector Padgett chases after answers for the community of victims looking for the missing individuals. "Opening the ether... being the blue surrounding the world God comes beginning the rapture. Thousands of angels appear from heaven none male none female. Bringing the evil before God to be judged according to their deeds." Golden laced chariots carrying many warriors of the Lord, all albino angels draw near to the throne around it are angel of the seventh of the nine orders of angels in the traditional Christian hierarchy of God!! Waiting and watch the work of the heavenly father... striking down the unjust while others gather the lost foe. Blown from the mouth of God a howling spinning high wind.. develops.
An American cowboy trained to Captain a ship in the mid 18Th. Century. Crippled while at sea. Traveling for Queen Victoria of England he finds the life of the American Indian's, the Hispanic's, the life of colored slaves and finally he finds the love of his life. His name is Captain Kismias of the Weatherberry plantation on the outskirts of recently named Houston, Texas. Finding himself surrounded by some of his best friends upon a ships voyage traveling within the spice route of the Atlantic ocean. Crewmen named Woodwind and Thunderbolt are some who travel with Captain Kismias across the high seas. Awakened by his own snoring ,"Sinior!" "You need to wake up, you too loud." opening his eyes and hearing horses snorting, looking toward the ocean seeing the most beautiful princess, "that he claimed, riding her black stallion." A few other women accompany her on horseback, smiling she turns toward Captain. "My!" "Thought is, I might get lucky." With that in mind blushingly standing to his feet while stumbling, watching her looking back at him." "Oh! Can this be happening?' " Walking out toward the beach, removing his shirt, acting like he is going swimming, trying to deceive her. Stumbling in the sand, with his bummed up wooden foot attached to his leg. Thinking she might get offended by such a strap on his leg. Hell she is still looking and smiling too. Removing his musket and sword wading non- schilantly into the waters edge. Turning looking down the beach she appears to be riding back toward him." Daring not to look up to soon, looking down at the waves motion, Captain steps out a little farther to lure her to him. water covers his lower leg and she has her horse pass him by, splashing water upon him. Thinking she was coming to see him. Notwithstanding she went past him toward the end of the beach cove, peering back from afar. Peeping up yet flabbergasted he hears the horse coming back,"Whew!" Proudly, lowering, his head down never looking up at her coming toward him, yet snickering beneath his breath. Suddenly a horse's leg appears beside him.Pretending to raise up his brow, staring into the face of a beautiful creature as God ever created. Reminiscent of younger days while opening gape mouthed, "Hello, Sinyorita, he clamors."Dumbfounded he starts saying, "hello." Smilingly she pulls the horses reigns up turning counterclockwise. The stallions head swishes past his face, throwing the white foamy froth from his mouth onto Captain shirt front. "Who are you she asked?" "Captain Kismias he jests." As the black stallion stammers out a snort while stepping backwards, while she pulls the horses head back, tightening the reigns. Slapping the leather strap onto the horses butt, her beauty stuck inside his head. She rides in a fury down the beach as fast as her horse can run. "She is evaluating me, Swearing she is ," Captain said, aloud to himself." Watching from the corner of his eye, "i'll not let her see me wanting her, he thought." Suddenly she disappeared in the distance as if the sand swallowed her up, like a mirage. Pulling hard as he can his wooden foot is hung in the deep sand. He is almost falling down, dam the water is covering him, pulling and pulling the sand finally, "with some suction," releases the strapped foot. Walking gimp legged back from the waters edge. Walking slowly down the beach thinking about the rest of the journey and drying his wooden foot. Even though, memorizing the treasure map on the bottom of his bright green inscribed carved wooden foot, yet weary of it fading in the salt water. walking back to the red tavern finding himself, lying in the loft soft hay, resting again. The night here was spent uselessly can not remember, if I performed well or not. Suppose it don't matter anyway she probably won't be coming back here, "yet do vaguely remember yelling out, yippie y yaw!" last night. Then falling to the floor, "kind of like fainting." Oh
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