It has been over two months since my last post! Sorry about that, but I have been busy—camping/fishing trip, visiting a chiropractor in El Paso because I developed lower back and thigh pain while on the trip and even before it, birthdays, chores, and more. And also, finding the inspiration for the new novel overall plot with spiritual overtones as to how digital IDs and artificial intelligence (AI) is affecting life on Earth today….and all the posts online claiming we may be entering ‘the end times’….and fake this and fake that.
I had stated that it crossed my mind that the powers-that-be might be trying to configure a fake ‘rapture’ where fake bodies are seen heading into the clouds ‘to meet the Lord in the air’ (1Thessalonians 4:15-16) while believers on Christ are ‘left behind’ to wonder why they weren’t ‘caught up in the clouds.’ That way, Christians who believed in a ‘pre-trib rapture,’ not being caught up, would renounce their faith in Christ—which is exactly what the forces of evil want!
However, the notion of fake rapture is not going to be featured in the new novel. But the now infamous World Economic Forum saying telling us ‘useless eaters’ that “You will own nothing and be happy” does play into the plot.
In the novel, an evil corporation which (not too ironically considering the mess that Microsoft’s Windows 11 has become thanks to its ‘recall’ AI app which lets Microsoft control pretty much the entire computer device, and Apple’s Mac operating system isn’t much better…and Linux? Hmmmmm…..)…well this evil corporation called Origin, having designed a new operating system as the others have collapsed (remember, this is fiction…I’m not browbeating Microsoft or Apple or Linux or any other system for real…I still use Windows 10, okay?)…the collapse being fictional…has actually in fiction bought out the other companies such that Origin’s operating system was the only viable one around. The time frame in the following post is late 2025.
The snippet below (copyright © 2025 Deborah Lagarde) features Morwenna, former (and future as well) spirit being who communicates with the Tooters angels to message those she is told to message, such as the members of the prodigal band and other ‘missionaries of God.’ Morwenna, now fully human again (ordained by God), becomes employed by Origin since, having lived over 800 years as various humans in various nations, she is fluent in several other languages, thus Origin needs her as a translator and interpreter. Another woman, Rita, is her boss. Both are Christians. Then there is Dumlat, head of Origin and creator of various gaming and other applications since childhood years, and is from a very powerful ‘elite’ family. In the snippet below, Dumlat appears to consider Morwenna a key and valuable employee, not realizing Morwenna’s employment ‘mission’ was to infiltrate the company to find out what they were up to. Below is Part One of the snippet that deals with ‘the Plan’ Dumlat and his evil ‘elite’ cohorts have devised to enslave humanity into what I might call their ‘beast system.’
Origin Company, near Richmont, October, 2025
“Your resume’ speaks perfect for the job you will be assigned to here at Origin, Morwenna.”
Rita, assistant supervisor for Origin’s Human Resources Department, smiled from her desk as she told Morwenna her job as language interpreter within the same Human Resources Department was assured.
“Thank you. My knowledge of twelve foreign languages comes from my having lived all over the world my entire life.”
True, for while her time as a human instead of a ‘spirit being’ lasted over 800 years, Morwenna lived in France, Italy, Germany, Spain, Greece, Turkey (the Ottoman Empire days), Russia (during the time of Catherine the Great), China, India, and Arabia, besides Britain and America.
As for her resume’, it was ‘drawn up’ by the Tooters, who also placed her within walking distance of Origin hours before the job interview. Origin was ten miles north of Richmont, California, USA.
Rita continued. “And I love the fact that both your Digital Technology and your Foreign Language degrees are from Oxford University. I spent a summer there, taking two courses in foreign language—Arabic and Hebrew.”
“Hebrew, eh?” Morwenna burst out loud. “I really wanted to learn that ancient language.”
Eyes open wide. “Bible studies?” Rita followed with her own burst.
“True, which was a reason I also learned Greek.”
For the Old Testament was originally in Hebrew while the New Testament was originally in Greek.
Rita screwed her eyes on Morwenna. “Are you Christian?”
“Yes.”
Smile. “Well, so am I, Morwenna, and likely we may be the only Origin employees who are Christian. Most here are secular. The owner, Dumlat, has no religion, either.”
Morwenna cocked her head. “Will I meet Mr. Dumlat?”
Smile. “Yes, shortly, as he will introduce himself to all new employees later this afternoon in the conference chamber down the hall from here. You are one of twenty new employees, and you need to learn more about Origin.”
“Yes.”
Rita stood up behind her desk. “We here at Origin are setting ourselves up to become THE origin of audio and visual artificial intelligence software and applications in a world where more and more humans are becoming dependent on technological artificial intelligence communication and computer-generated images and graphics. Dumlat has been producing computer-generated images and videos since the age of ten, and he and I have worked together on building this company since our teen years, beginning when we both attended Stanford University and then Cal Tech.”
Morwenna stood up. “Then you are both about the same age.”
“Dumlat is thirty and I am twenty-nine.”
“Are you both from this area?”
Laugh. “I am from Richmont, but he is from Texas—where, by the way, Origin plans to relocate to sometime next year. Less bureaucratic mumbo-jumbo in Texas.
It would be when Origin moved to Austin, the state capital, that Morwenna would resign from the company.
Later, as Dumlat spoke of Origin to the New Employees
“You all here have joined us here at Origin to partake in a mission I am sure you have all wanted to participate in—the mission being to see all of humanity in a state of happiness and ultimate satisfaction. For we are here to help humanity live fulfilled, happy lives as we provide the tools all humans can use to bring about their happiness as they participate in creating their happy and satisfied living world. No matter what state of being a person lives in at the time, we must provide the tools for all persons to create for themselves their happy world. We will provide for each individual person the tools they will need for a happy and satisfied existence, tools that being part of a social group of fellow humans cannot provide. For the person, not the social group, will choose the happiness the person seeks.
“And what are these tools? Applications that the person chooses to create the world the person chooses—images that create the reality the person seeks, amplified by sounds the chosen applications create to enhance the images. Further, social groups of individuals working together can accomplish the same ideal for their group, for their happiness.”
And on and on, until Dumlat ended his presentation thusly—
“Therefore, fellow new employees here at Origin, you are partaking in making all human individuals and social groups live in the world they choose to create for themselves using Origin applications you will help design and build—for a happier world, for a happier humanity.”
Then the thirty-year-old man dressed in a cotton-with-leather suit and leather shoes, fair-skinned with straight-dark-brown hair to the back of his neck along with facial mustache, standing at about six feet tall, greeted each new employee.
He smiled as he approached Morwenna, and then said to her, “Welcome, Morwenna—”
“You know my name?”
“Indeed. You will be a very key employee, knowing several languages. After all, my dear, our apps will be applied world-wide, and, of course, in several different languages. You, my dear, are totally essential in our mission.”
Morwenna, wanting to appear to be enraptured in Dumlat’s so-called mission, bowed her head, then said, “And I will help bring about the mission.” Father God’s mission, that is, to counter your devilish mission, that is!
Coming soon, I hope, will be Part Two, which is pretty much the rest of Chapter Two of The Prodigal Band Aftermath, where Dumlat holds a secret meeting with his cohorts and key shareholders to work out ‘the Plan.’
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