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The Prodigal Band Aftermath Snippet Post About Why Dumlat Turned to Evil

In the previous post I claimed that this next post would include Morwenna telling her allies (novel narrator Lloyd Denholm, Agent P, Joe “Ramsey” (really Joe Phillips who faked his death) and Joe’s personal assistant Swinton) about Dumlat’s bloodlines with their corrupted DNA and genomes. However, that post will come later. Right now, I will post the event which would lead to more similar events Dumlat would willingly partake in—his first witnessing of a satanic ritual sacrifice on a baby at his father’s insistence. At age six, Dumlat—real name Levitt Franks—not only witnessed the event but drank some of the sacrificed baby’s blood. At age eight, while attending with his father, Otto Franks, the funeral service of Joe’s father, Baron Torquay-Lambourgeau, in fall of 2003 at the baron’s manor estate south of London, Levitt “Dumlat” Franks told Joe Phillips about the first sacrificial ritual he partook in with his father in 2001 at age 6. This was after Phillips, who wanted to ‘remind’ Dumlat that he was part of the evil satanic worshiping “elites” being the baron’s son even though Phillips was opposed to their satanic agenda all along, told Dumlat about a satanic ritual sacrifice of a toddler he had witnessed on the order of his evil grandfather Aston Torquay-Lambourgeau, at age three! In the snippet below, from Chapter Three of Part Three of The Murder Rule (© 2023 Deborah Lagarde), is what Joe witnessed.

Soon, Aston rang the sacrificial bell, a call for his fellows to enter the room, carrying the boy drugged into sleep, placing the boy onto the altar, to be awakened before the sword impaled his heart. Among the partakers in the sacrifice were various aristocrats, including the fourteenth Duke of Effingchester, Lord Chadwick and Lord Coledge, distant cousin to Aston and uncle of Lord Chadwick, and a few members of various royal families.

When the naked toddler boy, having just awakened and making sounds, was placed on the stone altar, the partakers chanted what Joe considered gibberish. Joe had no idea who or what Corion was, the object of the uniform chanting. Phillips, standing behind Aston but able to view the event, wanted to go up to the boy to play with him, so he tried to intervene.

Aston turned to him. “Stand away, my grandson! You can see, but not partake.” Looked straight into Joe’s eyes. “Your time to partake will come, but our rules state you must first witness our handling of the child.”

Joe moved back into place. So, he will—! The trauma began to take hold. Oh God, no!

As the sword was driven downward by Effingchester, Joe closed his eyes and placed his hand over his mouth. The toddler screamed. Then bled to death.

As Aston, holding a gold chalice, began to collect the young blood enhanced by the adrenal terror that took hold of the toddler. For the partakers believed that young blood would keep them alive nearly forever, as willed by Corion. Lucifer. Satan. The devil. Their god, as they themselves believed they, too, were gods.

Below is what Dumlat, real name Levitt Franks, witnessed—but I will not provide all the nasty details of the sacrifice that will be included in the novel, for they are the same nasty details in The Murder Rule snippet above. From Chapter Four of The Prodigal Band Aftermath (© Deborah Lagarde). Below is his conversation with Joe after Joe told him about what Joe witnessed:

At Baron Torquay-Lambourgeau’s Funeral Service, Fall, 2003: Joe Phillips Converses with Levitt (Dumlat) Franks

After Joe told Levitt Franks—he would not be named Dumlat until several years later—what he experienced at age three at a satanic child sacrifice ritual led by his grandfather Aston, the eight-year-old Levitt then quipped, “So I reckon you later adapted to these rituals?”

“But of course!” Joe lied. “I would never betray my family’s way of life.”

All along Joe was thinking, Sorry, Father God, but I simply cannot reveal the truth of my belief on Your Son Christ to these devil worshipers! I know very well Levitt follows his father’s ‘god’ likely as much as his father does!

“Good!” Levitt smiled broadly. “And I believe you, and I know your father believed you would never betray our cause. Your cause!”

“My cause, indeed.” God’s cause, that is!

Levitt continued. “So let me tell you a similar story about the first blood-letting ritual I attended with my father. Only it was a baby boy who was sacrificed, not a toddler.”

“Go right ahead. But let me remind you, Levitt, that I did not drink any blood. Grandfather thought I was too young for that! Such would happen later.” Not!

So Levitt began.

“I was six when I first witnessed a baby being sacrificed to our lord—”

“Corion, right?”

Smile. “My dad called him our lord Lucifer.”

Joe then smiled. “So did my grandfather. And my father as well. But on certain occasions the name Corion was used, especially when Swami Negran was present.”

Levitt looked up in wonder. “Interesting, considering Swami was from India and the name Corion was—Celtic?”

“Yes,” Joe nodded. “Corion was what some Welsh cannibal Celtic tribe called their so-called ‘god.’ So that when Swami came here to Britain, he started calling Lucifer the name called Corion.”

Young Levitt looked sideways. “Makes sense.” Then turned to Joe. “Still, both of us witnessed what we had to witness as sons of the rulers of this world.”

“I agree!” Not!

“And that baby whose blood my father and I and several others imbibed was totally useless otherwise.” Laugh. “My father was literally handed a baby from a poverty-stricken woman who had no use for the baby and needed some money to feed herself. Homeless woman who gave birth on a sidewalk in Austin, Texas.”

Joe responded, “My grandfather would purchase babies or toddlers from orphanages owned by his Hellyon followers. They owned several orphanages solely for the purpose of ritual child sacrifices.”

Facing Joe, Levitt spoke casually.

“My father and I and eleven others surrounded a large flat stone altar about eight feet long. We wore red satin robes with black hoods. A man I knew that was a Hollywood movie studio owner stood at the head of the altar with what looked like a sword.”

He then looked eye-to-eye at Joe. “You may know this man—”

“Go on, Levitt. The name of the man does not concern me.”

“Very well.” Levitt turned away slightly. “That man I just mentioned with the sword mumbled some something, some chant that the others chanted as well. Like some prayer. But all I saw was the sword swung down at the heart of the baby, who then screamed.”

And then Levitt resumed his experiencing this horrifying scene with horrifying details and collecting the blood the attendees would imbibe, including Levitt.

Joe looked squarely at Levitt. “I had already told you my first experience was a bit traumatic—”

“As was mine, Joe, but after attending several rituals over the next year or two, I adapted to the happenings of the rituals. Which is one reason I am an eight-year-old gamer.”

“Computer games?”

“Yes, and various gaming devices and online games.” Then Levitt named a few. “Gaming. And, when I grow up, I think I am going to invent a few as well.”

“After all,” Joe replied, “life is a game, right?”

“You got it, Joe! And I expect to win them all!” Games, that is.

Which would explain why Levitt, as Dumlat, would do whatever he needed to do with the billions he’d have available to ‘game’ the ‘system’ with artificial intelligence, and more.

The next post, likely a few weeks from now, will feature Morwenna’s meeting with Joe, Agent P, Swinton, and novel narrator Llyod Denholm, which is also likely to be part of Chapter Four.

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More About The Prodigal Band Aftermath: Dumlat Bloodline Investigation, the Why (Part Two)

In Part One of this set of posts about investigating the bloodlines and ancestry of Dumlat, owner of Origin and boss of Morwenna—who quit right before the company moved to Texas—is featured Swinton’s discovery of the corrupted bloodline of his ‘boss’ Joe Phillips’ grandfather, the evil seventeenth Baron Aston Torquay-Lambourgeau, who was born lacking an essential gene, A2S, that all humans possessed, a ‘God-given gene.’ Swinton surmised that lacking this gene was what caused Aston Torquay-Lambourgeau to worship the devil, drink blood at every meal, take part in satanic ritual sacrifices, and to have no love within him. He also discovered Joe and his father, Baron Torquay-Lambourgeau—who also committed evil acts—did indeed have the God-given A2S gene, which was why Joe and even Baron—on his death bed—accepted Christ as Lord and Savior, which Aston would never do.

Again, why did I choose to include bloodlines and ancestry into the plot of this novel? As the Epstein Files indicate, some of Epstein’s associates (Bill Gates for one) are working on genetic manipulation as part of their scheme to create a new world where transhumanism plays a major role in ruling the world (as opposed to the natural world—that I happen to live in here in the rural remote of far west Texas)—and because I have a funny feeling some of these “ruling elites” just might have hybrid human DNA and genomes, and they commit such evil acts I have to wonder if demons possess them. Plus, the connections of these folks to the fakery of AI and more. And weren’t some of my evil characters in my The Prodigal Band Trilogy inhabited by the Satan-character Corion?

Moving on…

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More About The Prodigal Band Aftermath: Dumlat Bloodline Investigation, the Why (Part One)

The beginning of Chapter Three of The Prodigal Band Aftermath, with the opening chapter snippet below, concerns the genetic makeup, both DNA and genome features, of two “elite” bloodlines featured in The Prodigal Band Trilogy or the spin-off novel The Prodigal Band Aftermath. The “elite” bloodline in the snippet below belongs to the family of Joe Phillips, aka “Agent R,” who (in Part Three of the spin-off novel The Murder Rule) faked his own death as he realized he was likely to be “murder ruled” by the forces of evil ruling over the world, and created the fake name “Joe Ramsey.” In Chapter Sixteen of The Prodigal Band, Phillips, along with ‘the prodigal band’ Sound Unltd, witnessed Phillips’ father Baron Torquay-Lambourgeau repent of his grossly evil deeds and accept Christ as Savior. Baron knew his son Joe had made the same decision a couple of years prior along with the band members, but it was Baron’s butler, Swinton, who had most to do with his wanting repentance. However, Baron’s father, Aston Torquay-Lambourgeau, did not repent and in fact was an epitome of evil with his blood drinking and partaking in Satanic rituals—a modern-day Count Dracula (aka Vlad the Impaler) so-to-speak.

To begin Chapter Three, Swinton, while cleaning the bedroom of Aston as was his job periodically with his main job being the caretaking of the dying Baron in late August, 2003, discovered by accident the genetic records of the evil Aston, and what he found was indeed shocking: Aston, and, as Swinton suspected, evil members of various aristocratic bloodlines, was missing a certain gene that nearly all humans possessed. Lacking this gene, Swinton surmised, could have been the reason Aston Torquay-Lambourgeau was the epitome of evil and demonically possessed. Before I post the snippet about Aston’s corrupted genetics, I need to mention why, when it seemed as though the AI and digital takeover that Dumlat was orchestrating using his company Origin was going to be the main plot that would bring about a near-future dystopia, the bloodline genetics meme would be included—the Epstein Files, which is getting alternative media coverage like crazy as it deserves to be covered, considering the incredible evil these files expose…redacted or not. The whole “beef jerky/grape soda/and more” coded messages in the emails make the so-called “PizzaGate” look mild. These files aren’t just about child trafficking and pedophilia. Cannibalism (“beef jerky”) and blood sacrifice (“grape soda”) with the usual Satanic rituals the wide-awake among us know these “elites” partake in has taken over the alt-media headlines and videos. But Epstein, along with eugenicist Bill Gates and others, transhumanist or not, has also partaken in funding and aiding genetic DNA and genome corruption, as stated in this video at http://fromthetrenchesworldreport.com/report-epstein-ties-with-nsa-revealed/340282. Genetic manipulation, which reminds me of a certain Gospel of Matthew Chapter 24 verse quote by Christ Himself relating to the so-called “end times,” what Christ called “the days of Noah.” Genesis Chapter Six begins with the notion of fallen angels (the sons of God) mating with the daughters of men, producing “giants” also referred to as Nephilim, that is, hybrid humans, not fully human. Because God’s creation (humans as well as animals) was corrupted to the point where only Noah was “perfect in his generation,” God would send the Flood to wipe out the corruption and told Noah to build the ark to save what could be saved, uncorrupted. But the verse referring to the fallen angels mating with mankind also states, “and also after that.” In other words, even after the Flood, mankind’s God-given genetics would be corrupted. Examples: Goliath, Amorite King Og of Bashon, Nimrod, the son of Cush, the son of Ham…who had another son, Canaan, whom God cursed…were some of the sons of Ham genetically corrupted…by Ham’s wife, maybe? Or the wives of these sons? Hmmmmmmmmm….. I cannot answer this, but it could be a possibility. Also as to the Canaanites: in the Book of Joshua, several of Joshua’s men investigating Jericho within Canaan discovered what they called Rephaim (also called by some scholars Ananuki, which were considered aliens, or more likely more fallen angels) who were also giants.

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More About My New Novel The Prodigal Band Aftermath: The Plot to Tale Over the World Using Artificial Intelligence Apps and Operating Systems (Part Two)

In the previous post about two weeks ago, a main novel character, Morwenna, who has returned to Earth as a human—the spirit being set by angels to infiltrate the evil tech company called Origin as an administrative assistant with knowledge of several foreign languages—has stated at the end of the Part One snippet that she was there to discover what Origin and its head, named Dumlat, were up to, using artificial intelligence and a new operating system that would pretty much end the privacy and freedom of humanity…for his desire to control the world and institute a ‘mark of the beast’-type system for the sake of his evil ‘god,’ Corion (my Satan-like fictional character). Further, while Morwenna has become human again, she is also able to—as the angels will it on God’s orders—revert back to an invisible spirit being such that Dumlat and his company and stock-holding cohorts would not know she was listening and watching what they do or say at a special meeting Dumlat creates to lay out his ‘plan’ to take over the world, needing approval by his cohorts to carry out his plan. The fictional ‘plan’ he is trying to enforce is based on the World Economic Forum’s ‘own nothing and be happy’ scenario: by using various artificial intelligence apps and systems, the person desiring to ‘be happy’ can create his or her own little artificial world with AI ‘friends’ and ‘lovers’ or whatever to bring about artificial ‘happiness,’ all the while being enslaved in a fake world surveilled by ‘the beast system.’ For his or her ‘convenience.’

In the snippet below (copyright © 2025 Deborah Lagarde), Dumlat lays out exactly that ‘convenience’ ‘compliance’ that he believes all if not most humans will take part in for their ‘happiness.’ Their enslavement and emptiness is more like it! The snippet ends Chapter Two of The Prodigal Band Aftermath:

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A Future Novel? Hmmmmmm….

It has been a few weeks since my last post, but that is because I have not been able to decide what the next post would be—another snippet post, or something completely different?

This will be something different, because over the last couple of weeks (while busy with other stuff), thoughts or inspirations have entered my mind regarding a possible new novel, but related to previous novels (most likely, another spin-off of The Prodigal Band Trilogy, as The Murder Rule is).

After completing the third novel in the trilogy, The Prodigal Band, I considered writing an “aftermath” type novel explaining what happens after the climactic events of this novel—after the band rescues keyboard-synthist Bry’s wife Mo from the evil satanically possessed Mark Besst who was about to impale her, the satan-figure, Corion, captures Besst within the evil red crystal the evil one uses to capture human souls. Further, the good spirit being used by God’s angels, the Tooters, called Morwenna, returns “home” to heaven, her missions having been accomplished, as she lets her employers, singer Erik and his wife, Ger, know via a note she left for them.

But, then what? Is there more to this story? The narrator of this novel, pop culture pundit Lloyd Denholm, surmises at the end of the novel that the prodigal band members, given “missions of God” by the Tooters, will complete their missions and spend eternity in Heaven, being “good and faithful servants.”

Thus, I have been thinking how this “aftermath” plays out. The six band members complete their missions, and pass on at some point, souls in Heaven. However, what is Heaven really like? Is it that “void” I’ve had them in, a white, timeless, soundless, sight-less, void that contains “dots” or “lines” as they move through the void? (Note: refer to Chapter Eleven of The Prodigal Band.) The Bible mentions “streets of gold,” “crystal seas,” and other beauty, but still…what does it look like for sure? What does God look like…after all, the Book of Genesis says God made man in His—actually, “our” image—while the Gospel of John Chapter One says “the Word” (Christ) was with God and was God. Thus “our” image…but still, what do these “images” look like? What does the Judgment Seat (Book of Revelation) look like? What does the “accuser,” Satan, look like…and does he have “devil horns”?

The other possibility is an “aftermath” predicting the “end times” narrated by one of the novel characters, possibly one from The Murder Rule, with a scenario of how the next few years historically and spiritually plays out, for we do seem to be entering what looks to be very dangerous times, wars and rumors of wars, earthquakes in diverse places…for instance, several in my area north of here, possibly due to oil fracking (after all, north of me is the Permian Basin, where the oil producing industry is huge, likely the largest in the US). And all those preachers predicting end-times events (such as the timing of ‘the rapture,’ and more…only God knows, right?).

So that, hopefully soon, I will be inspired, somehow, to begin writing the next novel, for it seems to me that time is getting short.

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The Influence That the Prodigal Band’s Women Had in the Repentance of the Prodigal Band, Part Five: More of the Likely Conversion of the Band’s Wives, Continued

As stated in the previous post, Part Four of the influence that the band’s women had in the repentance of the band and accepting Christ as Savior, this post features snippets where synthist Bry’s wife Mo has her say in this influence and also guitarist-producer Mick and drummer Tom discuss this issue. The snippets, also from Chapter Ten of The Prodigal Band, © 2018 Deborah Lagarde, are below.

Meanwhile, walking along Altuna Beach near Jack’s in the moonlight

“Are you still queer, Mick?” Tom asked.

“No.”

The drummer and guitarist planned to leave for their respective homes the next morning.

“We all have a lot of things we need to ask forgiveness for.” Mick stared straight ahead. “Not just me, you know.”

“I know that, but some sins are harder to deal with than others.” Looked at Mick who was still staring ahead. “And mine is thinking I’ve committed fewer sins than the rest of you.”

Pordengreau stopped. “Really, Tom? I think each of our sins are equally bad. That’s because most of our sins were against ourselves.”

“Yeh, but the greatest sin was us thinking we were gods and being idols to millions. I’ve glanced through the Bible from time to time, and the sin God really hated the most was when people worshiped other gods. I mean, whole nations were destroyed because of it.”

“You really, really think even one of our fans actually worshiped us? And even if they did, that’s their problem, not ours.”

“Mick, Mick, Mick, we promoted ourselves as ‘the greatest band ever.’ If that’s not actually promoting ourselves as gods, it’s pretty bloody close. I’d say close enough to incur the wrath of God.”

“What ‘wrath of God’? Don’t you think that would have happened by now?”

“The crisis Mick, remember?”

The other rolled his eyes. “For bloody sake, we got through that one, eh, without death and destruction. In fact,” Mick got in Tom’s face, “why would God give us a mission if he thought we were some kind of abomination?”

Tom thought a minute.

“I think we were close to becoming something close to the worst thing, but because through all the ‘greatest band ever’ shit, we kept our perspective. Every time it looked like we’d act like gods, we did something to screw that up. At the height of our fame and fortune, we went into seclusion and then everything went to hell.”

“Yeh, Tom,” Mick sighed, “but we still have a lot to answer for.”

Then Tom stopped though Mick walked straight ahead. “Yeh, but I have a question that needs answering now.”

Yet Mick, though hearing him, kept on walking, not wanting to hear it.

“And that question is,” Tom went on, “are we really doing this mission or are we just gonna go through the motions?”

No answer.

The following morning, at the McClellan ranch house, Texas

Mo McClellan strolled out of the ranch house to meet Bry, who was exiting the SUV he’d driven home from the airport.

“How was it?”

He slammed the door. “It sucked, actually. But we did get the song.” Sarcastic grunt.

Wonderful, she thought as he briskly passed her by. Followed him into the house where she saw him thrash the overnight bag onto the leather couch halfway across the thousand-square-foot living room, nearly knocking over a spittoon.

“Guess what, Mo?” he yelled out in disgust. “Now we’re gonna have to be Jesus freaks.” Another grunt. “Let’s see now,” knocking over furniture, bounding to the bag that he was preparing to toss into the nearest hallway, “we’ve gone from totally irreligious to pagan religion to heretics to ‘unless we accept Christ as our Savior we have no business doing this song that we have to do because some stupid statue gave us a mission of God and some stupid witch told us to do the song as part of the mission.”

“Bry—” Mo tried to calm him.

“And the rest of the band is in denial. They’re all thinking of ways to get on with this mission without having to become Christian. They,” turning to face Mo, “they really think that it’s okay to do a song that just might convert a few million fans to Christianity, and not do it themselves. Do you know what that makes us?”

Mo answered, half in jest, “Hypocrites?”

“Right.” Bry then stomped over to another couch and flung himself on it. “I mean, the whole trip sucked. We were hiking up this trail to Bobby’s, and the first thing you know Erik collapses from exhaustion. What a weakling! So Bobby has to bring him up in a four-wheeler—well, actually, he brought us all up!” Laughs. “There we are, six of the richest guys on the planet, and none of us in shape. None of us is healthy enough to make a one mile hike at an altitude of about six thousand feet. We might as well be Chinese Empress Dowagers being hauled around in a litter all day!” Another loud laugh as he threw his arms out to her. “We are such bloody fat cats, eh?”

She sat down opposite him, holding back a laugh of irony.

“So we get to his place, dying of thirst, and he tells us a witch—oh, and, by the way, that witch is now working for Ger.”

”Morwenna? A witch?” Mo was more shocked than surprised.

“Right. Morwenna. She told him to get his song to us any way he could do it, and that we have to perform this song as part of our so-called mission, which we agreed to do. Erik—who may have had a slight heart attack on the hike yesterday for bloody sake—says he really wants to do it, but he for one doesn’t sound like he’s converting to Christianity any time soon. And neither is anyone else in the band. I don’t want to, either, but at least I don’t think we can get by not doing it.”

All Mo could say was, “Then you do have a problem, eh?”

“Yeh,” he smirked, then went upstairs to the master bedroom, thinking. It’s gonna take an act of God to get us to believe.

The next post is undecided, and when it will be posted is also undecided, but I hope I have something to post before Easter, aka Resurrection Day, April 20.

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The Influence That the Prodigal Band’s Women Had in the Repentance of the Prodigal Band, Part Four: The Likely Conversion of the Band’s Wives Continues

The previous snippet post from Chapter Ten of The Prodigal Band features singer Erik’s wife Ger admitting to accepting Christ as Savior. The novel does not state that the other women converted, but it can be implied that they have considered it, what with them trying to get their men to fully accept Christ to do their ‘missions of God.’ The snippet post below, also from Chapter Ten, begins with the ending of the previous post, with Ger telling Erik she has accepted Christ. This is after he and the rest of the band return from a trip to now-Christian Bobby, a former band roadie and occultic cult member, who had composed a song for the band to help them begin their missions, called “He is the Way.” He being Christ.

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The Importance of Using Fiction to Tell the Truth and Expose Evil

This post will likely be the only December post, for the Christmas holidays are coming and I will be away from computer for most of these days and afterwards as well.

I have written and posted four articles over the last few years related to using fiction to tell the truth and expose evil, as using fiction will less likely bring about the kind of censorship and level of censorship that is rife these days. While using non-fiction seems to make more sense for empowering the truth about what is happening in the world today, the doers of this evil rife in the world today, the deceivers, the scoundrels, and the ‘woke’ crowd that gaslight, bully, and turn against the truth-tellers, will do whatever is necessary to stop the truth-tellers that use non-fiction. It is likely harder for these evil doers to prevent fiction writers from exposing evil while telling the truth because, after all, it’s “fiction,” right? But here’s the thing—truth is NOT FICTION! Even if the truth is within fiction!

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The Prodigal Band’s ‘Missions of God’: Snippets On How the Prodigal Band Carries Them Out (Part Six): Keyboard-Synthist Bryan’s Mission (Part B)

During the final singing note of the final song at daybreak at the local music festival mentioned in the previous post, keyboard-synthist Bryan McClellan was given two separate missions by God’s angels, the Tooters. The first one given was to preach to bikers to consider accepting Christ as Lord and Savior, which was featured in the previous post, Part A. The second mission is more complicated and more difficult to deal with as it concerns a loved one, his wife, Mo, whom he had been trying to take back from the New Age cult leader she was living with along with their three sons, and was with the day before the concert ended as agreed to get back together again. Below is his missions, from Chapter Ten of The Prophesied Band © 1998 Deborah Lagarde:

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.”

So that, while he had won her back, he was told that the evil forces that would inhabit another person as the satanic Corion would take over a third person after having murdered both Swami Negran and then Cole Blessing (whom had taken her from Bry and who would be ‘taken’ by Corion as the song mentioned above was concluding). This third person featured in the final trilogy novel, The Prodigal Band (© 2018 Deborah Lagarde), is named Mark Besst and is a tech mogul as well as the new leader of the Circle of Unity cult Swami had founded and previously led by Blessing, a fake physician healer.

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The Prodigal Band’s ‘Missions of God’: Snippets On How the Prodigal Band Carries Them Out (Part Five): Bassist Keith’s Mission

Next up is the mission of prodigal band bassist Keith, who, unlike drummer Tom, as well as guitarist Jack and, to a lesser extent, singer Erik, never experienced a day of poverty in his life. Not only did he grow up in a solidly middle-class family, but his kin folks were well known to be heavily involved in the music field. His grandfather was an orchestra conductor, classical music composer, and orchestra bassist and viola musician as well. His father played in a somewhat successful early rock band on electric bass. Both taught Keith on acoustic and electric bass at an early age; he was a child prodigy on bass, and bass was his thing, though he also did backing vocals.

But his other passion was being a local gang member who would also be a leader of sorts. That was why Keith was given the mission of God that he was given, aided by the fact that he was part-Afro on his mother’s side. After all, many street gangs then and now have black members. From Chapter Ten of The Prophesied Band (© 1998 Deborah Lagarde) is the mission given by one of God’s angels, the Tooters, during the final singing note at the local music festival in 2000:

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.”

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