Random Trilogy Snippets, Part Four: The Biggest Battle is Spiritual (Part Four)

Welcome to the fourth The Prodigal Band Trilogy snippet post dealing with spiritual battles between the forces of good vs. evil, and between good or evil forces and the characters, notably the band members. This post isn’t really a spiritual ‘battle,’ though this action, where the Tooters, angels of ‘the Almighty,’ speak directly to each member of the prodigal band Sound Unltd—simultaneously—brings about a battle of sorts later! And what these angels speak is each band member’s ‘mission of God’ that the ‘witch’ of the Hovels, at the behest of the Tooters, informed the band about at a recent meeting, which took place across from the Tooters statue in Victoria Park in the band’s home city of Walltown, early June, 2000.

For she had already instructed the band leader Jack as well as drummer Tom that the band must perform at the upcoming Walltown Music and Trade Festival that would take place July 15-16, as headliners. In other words, the band had roughly six weeks to get the festival set-ups ready for hundreds of thousands of festival goers, including setting up bleachers on either side of the park as well as large video screens and television and recording crews—and the band would pay the entire costs of the festival, and would perform for free!


On Sunday early morning, July 16, around 5:30 am, their performance is winding down as singer Erik, a cappella, sings the final notes of the song given to them years before by the Tooters, called ‘Let the Night Down,’ with the final lines being thus: ‘And so I cry, let the night down, for my sweet Love to wear a golden crown.’ As he sings these final words, the Tooters give out their mission message to each band member, who, other than Erik, is standing on stage spellbound, having put down their music instruments. Pop culture pundit Jay Elliot narrates the event, from Chapter Ten of The Prophesied Band:

And so I cry,






Each word sang longer than the last.

The suspense building in the cheering mass could chill to the bone this now cool morning.

Goosebumps under my woolen parka.

The music, then the overhead lights, were killed in drama. Now the sun shone above the buildings so that its rays moved by down-sloping angles to light up The Tooters, the audience, and, amidst the darkened stage, Erik Manning’s face.

He now sang a cappella—


For mmmyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy




That last note was held fifteen seconds. And we all had to wait another minute and a half for the throng to quiet down before the virtuoso would resume.


To wear aaaaaaaa



The singer then took one final life-giving, chest expanding, heave of breath for the word ‘crown’ as he raised his arms into the sun’s glow.




The breath that Erik held, the note that he sang, was no longer under his control.

The Tooters spoke to each of the six individually—simultaneously—while his larynx fired the song’s final note.

Tooter Three spoke softly to Erik. “Believe this when I tell you that we are The Tooters. Your Creator has given you this gift of singing voice so that you can do His Will to call the youth of this world to live by His laws.”

The now-frightened singer continued to hold the note as he thought “What? How am I supposed to do that? I’m not religious and I never will be. You got the wrong guy!”

“Never mind that. We’re not asking you to be religious. We’re asking you to call the youth to His Ways so that His Son will save them. You must tell them to call upon Him in His Name.”

Erik still held the note and thought. “So you want me, an unrepentant sinner, to tell the youth to stop sinning? Like they’re really going to believe me.”

“Right now, you are performing a miracle. You’ve held this note for almost a minute. Surely the youth will believe that you can call them to salvation. We are revealing to your band leader how you will do this.”

He still held the note.


“Your first mission, band leader,” Tooter One spoke to Jack, “is to lead the band away from all sin and into the arms of righteousness.”

Jack stood there, not scared, but certainly not thrilled. Smirk. “I can’t believe,” he thought, “that you insist on using Sound Unltd. We’re not—”

“You’re not religious. Yes, we know that. But you are the ones The Creator has chosen, and, despite your wicked lifestyles, He insists upon using you. So, listen up, band leader. If you want to know what you have to do to lead the youth of this world to salvation through His Son, the Messiah, before he saves the faithful and crushes the wicked, you must lead your band mates in studying His Word.”

“You mean, the Bible?” Jack began to hyperventilate. “But my dad—”

“Yes, we know what your dad did. But he’s not around anymore to hurt you. That’s in the past. Now it’s time to grow up, Jack Lubin. It is you and your band mates that have caused the youth to follow the Evil with your demonic crystals, your licentious music and lyrics and depraved stage antics. Now it is time for you to give up those ways and lead the youth back to the Ways of the Creator.”

In a quandary, Jack thought, “But I don’t understand what the Bible says!”

“Then you ask His Son for guidance.”


Erik still held the note.

The throng began to cheer in awe.


Keith only stood in wonder and listened as Tooter Two spoke to him.

“As always, Keith Mullock, you will listen to and do what your leader Jack says. He will instruct you in His Word. And this is what you will do with it, for you are a true son of the working-classes and gang youth brother. You will use His Inspired Word to bring the blue-collar youth and the youth of the streets into His fold so that the discouraged, the disaffected, and the gang youth of violence will turn their energies into serving their Creator and His Son before it’s too late. And in this way, worker’s son of The Code, you can fulfill your promise to live by it.”


Tom, his drums silent, also listened.

“You will know His Word by your band leader’s instructions. You must know these Words so that you can use them to fight Corion’s new order and the Evil of Corion you saw that night at Cole Blessing’s home. Your mission is to make your entertainment colleagues turn from their Godless ways and to take the tool of Godless culture away from the servants of Evil. Your enemy, the Duke of Effingchester, will try to stop you. You must defeat his influence, but you must not defeat him as you once promised your father. Remember, The Creator will deal with him.”


Just as Tooter Two instructed Keith to lead the working and gang youth, the angel told Bry to lead the bikers and free-spirits, then added what the bulky synthist wanted to hear. “Further, only you can deliver your only love from the hand of Evil.”

McClellan smiled as he thought, “So you want me to get Mo away from Cole Blessing? That’s easy enough now.”

“No, Redbeard. Compared to what the others have to do, your mission is the toughest, because you will be pitted directly against the harbinger of sin. Don’t even think he will let you take his number one disciple from him. I just hope you are made strong enough to handle this vilest spirit.”


None of the six were more shaken than Mick, who shivered mightily in his clothes as Tooter One, with a voice that could spew brimstone, helped the lanky one recount his many acts of perversion: pagan worship, leading your occultist Druid Family cult, promoting and loving the satanic singer, Adam Bloodlove.

“Even so, you have finally seen some of the error of your ways and are thus entitled to complete your mission. One, continue to mend your sinful lifestyle. As you do this, we, The Tooters of The Creator, charge you with making your fellows in perversion see their own errors. As well as you can, lead the fornicators and pagan worshipers to the One True God. Your mission completion will help Him weigh the rest of your life in the balance. We hope you will not be found wanting.”


As Mick continued to shiver, as the crowd rose in a quaking crescendo of cheer in glorious wonder, Erik began to close out his minute-long note—

But not before The Tooters closed out.

At the same time all six heard them say in unison, “We are The Tooters, angels of The All Mighty. What you heard is His Will and you will do His Will. For you are the Prophesied Band.”


Next week’s post is likely to mention Bible verses explaining aspects of this battle, which seems more and more to ring true today as the so-called “Great Reset” the elites are trying to force on the world is being staged. I’ll let the reader decide if this event will make the world ‘build back better’ or something a bit more sinister.

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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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