Folks, either I am going to write novels about why folks should at least consider accepting Jesus Christ as Lord and Savior (because no one should be forced to do so), or write novels exposing the evil in this world, a world ruled by ‘principalities and powers’ and ‘wickedness in high places’ (Ephesians 6:12). The Prodigal Band Trilogy is about a fictitious rock band that after serving evil, repents, and accepts Christ as Lord and Savior—but it also exposes the evil in this world. The novel I am working on now, The Murder Rule, while mentioning main characters that did in fact accept Christ as Lord and Savior, is primarily about exposing evil, and not just in the music industry. Part One is nearly complete and will be finished likely before the end of June, 2022. Part Two is more than half finished. Part Three (and possibly a Part Four), that will also feature important characters from The Prodigal Band Trilogy, will go much further in exposing evil.
The snippet post below, from Chapter Sixteen of The Prodigal Band, features one of the trilogy’s most evil characters who is nearing death, Baron Torquay-Lambourgeau, head of several secret societies serving the satanic character Corion, as well as leading world-wide banker and one of the richest men on Earth. What happened to this man nearing death was miraculous, and I will not provide a ‘spoiler alert.’ But what happened was inspired by the FACT that not all members of the elites are evil, and, in FACT, a few have actually repented and accepted Christ as Lord and Savior.
I will mention three cases here. The first is an actual son of a Rothschild billionaire banker, Amschel Mayer James Rothschild, son of Victor Rothschild, second in line to the Rothschild ‘throne’ so-to-speak. Unlike his other folks, Amschel acted in many ways like some ordinary Joe—he was a racing car driver, farmer of sorts, loving father of three boys and husband who loved his wife. Further, he was low-profile and ‘lacked a killer instinct.’ Read about him here. While at his death in 1996 he was considered to have ‘committed suicide’ by hanging himself with a bathrobe belt, as reported by the media—sounds like a couple of rock stars ‘suiciding by doorknob!’ (Part One of my ‘If Dead Rock Stars Could Talk’ snippet post features this, here.) However, an alternative media source of the day, the Spotlight, provides what I believe is the truth—Amschel was murdered because he would not toe the satanic Rothschildian line, and ‘lacked killer instinct.’
Another case is someone I had mentioned in previous posts: Dutch banker Ronald Bernard, who took part in a video interview about what evil satanism he witnessed while being part of the evil elites. After realizing what he signed up for, he quit and did in fact accept Christ as Lord and Savior. He, too, was likely murdered a few years ago in Florida, having claimed his life was in danger. Read about that here.
A third case may also be familiar to readers here: John Todd, former head of Zodiac Productions (a record label back in the 60s and 70s), who partook in what are called ‘Master Rituals’ whereby production people and the recording artists themselves take part in calling up demons to not only ‘demonize’ the album tracks but to assure record sales success that would be granted because of the satanic-like rituals. Todd, too, left that business and accepted Christ as Lord and Savior—and exposed these evil rituals on various videos. Bitchute features one here, but there are many others.
There are other cases I am sure of elite members who, while maybe not accepting Christ as Savior, did in fact expose the evil they knew a lot about. Now, on to the long snippet post, from Chapter Sixteen of The Prodigal Band (copyright © 2018 by Deborah Lagarde). The evil Baron Torquay was nearing death, but was preparing for it. How? His ‘wayword’ son, the manager of the prodigal band Sound Unltd, as well as the band members themselves answered Torquay’s request to be with him in his bedroom at his huge estate. What Torquay revealed to them—all seven of whom had previously accepted Christ as Lord and Savior—shocked them. The timeframe is August, 2003. Note: In a previous chapter, Torquay was ‘cursed’ so-to-speak by a man that the satanic Corion inhabited, tech mogul Mark Besst, who forced Torquay to sign over his wealth and power to him for not accomplishing his ‘mission’ of getting the band to sign their ‘oaths’ to Corion—and who had Torquay’s Hellyon fellows killed for that same reason as the media lied about their deaths on Besst’s orders. Instead of signing that ‘oath’ to Corion, band singer Erik became filled with the Holy Spirit, and his shining face and body prevented Besst from impaling his heart for not signing the ‘oath.’ Then Erik and the others were ‘rescued.’
Here is the snippet:
In the bedroom of Baron Torquay-Lambourgeau, at Torquay Manor
Since Mark Besst—Satan-Corion—caused the baron to become a semblance of a lump of jelly and also bedridden, needing help from a personal care attendant to even eat or use the bathroom, the now-73-year-old was close to meeting his Maker. One that some called ‘the most evil man on Earth’ had, since 2001, come close to realizing that and was preparing for such an event. But not even his son had a clue as to how he was preparing.
In fact, when it came to his father, Joe Phillip Torquay-Lambourgeau had virtually no clue at all about him.
And this day, August 27, 2003, was the day that Joe Phillips would never forget.
The care attendant gathered up seven chairs for the baron’s ‘guests.’
“Father, you look a lot better than I thought you would or the last time I saw you. I can’t even remember when that was.” Then he called out to the attendant as he was leaving, “And I owe it all to you, Mr. Swinton.”
Swinton, the attendant, then replied. “No, you owe it all to God.”
Seven now-amazed souls looked at each other in wonder.
Then Joe mused out loud, “To God? Huh?”
Swinton replied, “I’ll let your father explain that one!” Chuckle. “I had very little to do with it.” Left the room.
“Swinton is right.” Baron Torquay-Lambourgeau, though looking well for a ‘lump of jelly’ and feeling better physically than he had in at least two years, still had the rasp of an elderly man-before-his-time. As if he had a now-chronic sore throat, sounding hoarse.
“I do owe it to God.”
Joe was incredulous. “Um, father, which God do you mean?” Like I told the boys, I have a suspicion about where this is going. Why else would he make the request he made, and to meet with my boys as well? He knows what he tried to do to them, and why it failed! Divine intervention, indeed!
Chuckle, as best he could. “The God, Joe. The God! The God I had always believed in until He took my wife and I turned against Him.”
Joe as well as the six were more than amazed. “The God, father? I always thought your god was your father’s god, Satan.”
“Satan was my father’s god, Joe. But my mother hated my father, and you know that. Not that your grandmother was Christian. She wasn’t, and I’m not even sure she believed in God. But you do remember Boris, do you not?”
Joe smiled at the thought of the one man in his father’s life that made him happy.
“Boris Goodinov, yes, father.” Then he turned to the six around him. “You boys may remember those cartoon characters from—”
“Barely,” Mick and Bry said together. While the others claimed they barely ever watched cartoons, if at all.
“Well, dad really liked ol’ Boris, so he called Boris ‘Goodinov’ meaning he was a good guy, and his own mother, who really did hate my grandfather, he called ‘Natalia’.”
Then the baron continued. “Boris is the one that used to tell me about God, Joe, and of course, he would always do it under cover. God forbid my father would ever find out. He would have sacrificed Boris, for sure.”
Then Joe turned to the six again. “It was my grandfather, the seventeenth Baron, who founded the Hellyons. His name was Aston Torquay-Lambourgeau. And Aston was perhaps the most evil man ever. You’ve heard of Vlad the Impaler and Count Dracula, I take it.”
“Dracula?” Jack said. “I think the whole bloody world has heard of that guy!”
“Well, I will say this. Count Dracula had nothing on my grandfather! I mean, guys, this man literally was a vampire.”
“Yes, boys, Aston drank blood continuously, at every meal.”
And on and on as six men in their thirties started feeling nauseous.
“And it was Boris, my mother too, but mainly Boris, that made me feel that life was worth living. And then he died, and then my mother died. Then fortunately for me, my father. He had drunk blood from a diseased orphan. Septicemia. The bastard deserved every vile drop of this blood!”
“But you had already married, father.”
“Yes, to a cousin. Inbreeding. But, boys”—he said to the six—“that is how the Effingchesters and Torquay-Lambourgeaus have survived. Inbreeding. And I think that is why so many of our clans partook in the evil. Inbreeding. It is as if it was in our DNA.”
“Father,” Joe then said sharply, “it is not in my DNA!”
“I know, Joe. And as much as I had hoped you would be a Hellyon, I was always glad you did go off on your own. Especially after I forced you to do the will of Aston when you witnessed that Hellyon sacrifice of that baby boy.”
“Okay,” Bry cut in. “Can we stop the sacrifice stuff? I mean, I’m feeling like I want to throw up here!” And his band mates agreed.
“But young men, that witnessing I think is exactly why Joe here has never accepted the evil. Joe was too traumatized by it. And that is exactly the way I wanted it! That is why I forced Joe into it.”
“The old ‘rabbit hole’ thing, eh?” Mick replied.
Joe nodded. “Yep, the old ‘rabbit hole’ thing.” Then, to his father. “So—the old ‘rabbit hole’ thing, father—is that why you joined the Hellyons?”
His father’s words then shook Joe to the core. “No, and I did not join the Hellyons until my father had already died. I joined the Hellyons because God took my only love, your mother, Joe, away from me! He caused her to die, Joe, for whatever reason. But I could not accept that the God I had always believed was on my side within a family of evil, could hurt me that way! After she died, I turned to hating God. And to let God know how I felt, I not only joined the Hellyons, I made an effort to take over the Hellyons as a vengeance, so to speak, against God! I never loved Satan! I did not care about Satan, about Corion, about Horus, or any other false god. I did it because I hated God.”
So then Joe, who knew his father had repented of that hate the night Mark-Corion took everything but his estate away from him, just had to ask, “So why do you no longer hate God?”
Laugh. “Now, God took my wife from me, but Satan took everything I had ever worked hard for. Yes, that includes the evil of my trillions in wealth. Satan took me away from me! When Mark Besst forced me to sign over everything, I realized that the me that I believed I was, was an illusion. I was back to when I was a boy wanting God to make my life worth living again.”
As Jack thought, just like I wanted Christ to put me in His hands. Could it be me and the baron had similar childhoods?
“So I have repented of my hatred of God.”
“And—?” Joe put his hand on his father’s hand. “You know, father—and I told Swinton to tell you this, but I suspect you knew already—that I have accepted Christ as my Savior. You also know my boys here have.”
“Yes, and I knew that the night Corion could not sword Erik. I did,” Baron turned to the singer, “I did see your face shine. I think that is what astounded me so much that I fell to the floor in anguish. It was then that I realized that the decision I made to worship Satan was the worst decision I had ever made. From then on, all I could think was would Mark kill me as well, and would God forgive me? The me that I had been was completely broken. From then on until very recently, I lived in constant fear. Of God, of Mark. Dreaming I was burning for eternity in Hell. And I had sinned so gravely—so gravely!—that I did not believe until recently that I was even redeemable.”
“So, Swinton convinced you otherwise?” Joe asked.
“Not really. Swinton helped, yes, but what did the trick so to speak was you six.” He looked one by one at the sextet and smiled. “Yes, you boys made me know, know! That I could also be redeemed by the acceptance of Christ as Savior.”
At which the baron called out. “And now, my Father God in front of these witnesses, I now proclaim—and I am being sincere here! You know what is now in my heart, Father God, that Jesus Christ, now and for always until the day of Your choosing, Christ—I pray in Christ’s Holy Name—Christ is now my Savior. You know my Father God I am one of the most vile sinners ever, and I repent, totally—I have so little left anyway—of all of my abominations, from human trafficking to drug trafficking to sacrificing children and adults and worshiping that abomination called Lucifer and Satan and Corion to lusting after the world’s wealth, as if I could take it with me, to hating You and Your Son, my Savior Christ. To wanting this band of boys in front of me to turn the world’s youth to the evil. And I have so many other sins I can’t even name them all! But these sins are gone from me, and thus I repent. Please take me, this one-time doer of every evil imaginable, into your hands, my Father God and my Lord and Savior Jesus Christ.”
To which the seven around him smiled and collectively thought, Now that’s a repentance!
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