Snippets of The Prodigal Band Trilogy: Paranormal

The two previous set of snippets dealt with the occult; this one deals with the paranormal. Some might consider occult and paranormal the same thing, but there are differences. Occult implies humans practicing witchcraft or satanic rituals or playing at them–that is, occult is where, to one degree or another, humans are in control or at least are doing the bidding of the spirit that is taking part in or leading the ritual. Paranormal, according to the definition I found, implies lack of control on the part of humans to some extent: denoting events or phenomena such as telekinesis or clairvoyance that are beyond the scope of normal scientific understanding. That is, normal human understanding!

The two snippets in this post, both from the final book of the trilogy, The Prodigal Band, are clearly beyond human understanding, as both events are completely under divine control, for divine purposes. One of the snippets is similar to an actual event that happened to someone I know. Similar events also occurred to some very key figures in the Bible.

The fist snippet occurs in the midst of Chapter Seven as prodigal band singer Erik is finishing the final song note during a local music festival early on a Sunday morning in July, 2000. As God’s angels, The Tooters, are giving the band members divine messages “from God” that will seal their fates, the fate of one inhabited by evil, the cult leader and fake healer named Cole Blessing, is also being “sealed”–vacuum cleaner style! During the final note, the Demons, led by the evil spirit known as Corion, are being “sucked” out of the air by The Tooters–a tripartite granite statue at the north gate of Victoria Park, a statue with three angel-blowing horns. They are using the singer’s exhale to “vacuum” out the Demons to send them back into the Abyss realm God had sent them “in the beginning”. Corion is also “sucked’ out of Cole Blessing, but under Corion’s own power as the evil spirit intends to find a new host, for Blessing had failed in his so-called “mission” from the evil. Corion then impales Blessing on a pointed bed post.


In the spiritual realm

 

As the note reached its end, Cole Blessing, awakened in a hotel room at 5:28 a.m., got out of the bed, not by his own will, and walked over to the pointed bed post at the right foot of the bed, and proceeded to impale himself on it. Not of his own will.

Corion escaped the now dead body. But before his spirit could inhabit another, he had to regain the dark realm he found his way out of with the red crystal and, finally, punish the Demons for failing in their job. He had to do it. Before The Tooters ravaged them first.

 

But Corion was too late.

At the finale of the note, continuous exhale. Demon spirits caught up in the exhale wind. The Tooters’ trumpets catching the wind, consuming the Demon spirits. Like a vacuum cleaner.

Angels are not human, though they can take human form God willing. But also God willing, His angels can devour evil Demons.

Which is what Corion would have done had the fallen angel gotten to them first.

And, while demonic spirits still plagued the Earth, The Tooters had finally cleansed Walltown of them.

The second snippet is from Chapter Thirteen. In the previous snippets here,  the leader of the band Sound Unltd, Jack, was “praying” for success as he and the others were headed on their first national tour of the UK. Only The Demons answered his prayer and made a “Pact” with the band, that they would reach huge success for a “price.” By the year 2001, the so-called pact with price had not been fulfilled and the evil Corion was not going to wait any longer. He had his human minions call a meeting in London that the prodigal band had to attend, only it wasn’t a meeting but a call to force the band to seal the “pact.” If they did not do this, Corion would have his revenge so to speak. Singer Erik, the band’s front man, would be the first to make his decision. Corion, now inhabiting a new host, would force the singer’s decision. Or so he thought. The Creator, God, had other ideas. This snippet takes place in a dungeon, at a sacrificial altar, in the manor of the evil Baron Torquay-Lambourgeau.


“Get ready,” the Creator said to His angels. “They will not forsake their mission! Be with them!”

“Just say the word, Our Father!” The Tooters readied from the white realm.

 

Corion began. “On the morning of the 6th of June, 1986, your band leader pledged your soul to me, Corion, god of darkness born in light, as payment for your success, as well as the souls of your fellows. I have allowed you to achieve that success and all the trappings of it. You and your mates have reveled in those trappings, your debaucheries, your idol status, your desire to do what you wished with no consequences, and you thinking it was you that caused it all, your ego abounding into a godhood you thought you had.”

As Corion spoke, a Spirit within Erik called to him. What this minion of evil says was true, but do not listen to this evil, because you have made a change of heart, and have repented in heart and repented in word. Because you have called on Christ in His Name, His Spirit resides in you. Now, let this Spirit speak out of your mouth to rebuke this evil.

As Corion spoke, the singer, guided by the Holy Spirit within him, mocked the Evil one. “Liar! You didn’t give me this singing voice, and I didn’t either! God did! Christ did! You didn’t give us the means and the talent to achieve success so that we would repent and then do the bidding of the One Who gave us these gifts! God did. Christ did!”

Against the wall and now leaning forward sat the others, anticipating Erik telling Corion and the Evil to stick it where the sun don’t shine, we don’t need your stinkin’ godhood!

“And finally, you minion of Evil that murdered Adam Bloodlove, Swami Negran, Cole Blessing, Neville Banner, thousands of Walltown peasants, millions of innocent people throughout history, indentured, enslaved millions more using your heinous lackeys like Marty Effingchester—”

The Duke now shuddered in fright.

“—and nearly caused me to die but save for The Tooters giving me a song to heal me.”

Corion laughed. “Those puny Tooters can kiss my ass! And that goes double for your so-called God.”

”Thus sayeth the Lord,” the Spirit spoke through Erik, “Do not mock the Lord! That created you, wayward son, and will see you in your place again, the Abyss!”

Corion laughed even harder now. “We will see, when I take the baby son of the troubadour you speak through. Payment will be mine!”

“No you won’t take my son!” Erik spoke on his own. “You will never take my son Jason from me! In your dreams, you lying sack of shit!” Left the altar.

He then turned toward Mark-Corion. “You will never have my Oath! Father God, Jesus Christ and the Holy Ghost have my Yes! And you will never take my Jason from me! Rot in Hell where you belong!”

Mark, that is Corion, got his sword ready to impale Erik’s heart. His right arm pulled back to stick it through.

And then—

 

As three men that suddenly appeared literally out of nowhere released the others of their burlap bags and rope ties and helped them stand up, readying for their escape—

 

Corion swung his sword. But it could not penetrate the singer, still praising the Holy Trinity. “My life and the lives of mine are in your hands, my Savior Jesus Christ!”

Then, like Moses, like Elijah, like the Apostle Paul on the road to Damascus when Christ spoke to him, Erik’s face shined a light of brightness that banished the Evil from the room. The other five witnessed this event, astounded, and one of them said, “Praise God for this!”

If you want to read about the results of this event and others like it within this work of fiction, you might consider buying the book from one of several online book sellers, using these links:

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The Prodigal Band Trilogy © 2019 by Deborah Lagarde, Battle of the Band © 1996 by Deborah Lagarde, The Prophesied Band © 1998 by Deborah Lagarde and The Prodigal Band © 2018 by Deborah Lagarde. Permission needed to copy any materials off this page.

 

Author: deborahlagarde

Born on Long Island, NY, in 1952, now live in the mountains of far west Texas. Began writing fiction stories at about 8 years old with pen and loose leaf paper, and created the characters in my Prodigal Band Trilogy as a teenager. From the 70s to the 90s I created the scenario which I believe was inspired. While bringing up and home schooling my two children I continued to work on the novels and published "Battle of the Band" in 1996 and "The Prophesied Band" in 1998. Took off the next several years to complete home schooling and also working as an office manager for the local POA. In 2016, I retired, then resumed The Prodigal Band, a FREE PDF book that tells the whole story to its glorious end. Hint: I'm a true believer in Christ and I'm on a mission from God, writing to future believers, not preaching to the choir. God gave me a talent and, like the band in my books, I am using that talent for His glory, not mine (and, like me, the band is on its own journey, only fictional.) I also wrote for my college newspaper and headed up production, was a columnist in a local newspaper in the early 2000s, and wrote for and edited "Log of the Trail," the news letter for the Texas Mountain Trail Writers, and wrote for and edited it's yearly catalog of writings, "Chaos West of the Pecos." OmegaBooks is my self-publishing sole proprietorship company founded in 1995. Other jobs included teaching secondary math, health aide, office worker, assembly line work, and free-lance writing and bookkeeping,much of it while home schooling.

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