Ch. 21: “RX-7″

By admin On December 8th, 2012

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Now began the start of the last leg of our return trip to Guatemala from Tikal Mayan Indian temples. And also began the climactic finale of the torment which I was experiencing on this Vacation From Hell! Things were going to get hotter! Much hotter!

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Chapter 21: “RX-7″

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“RIDIN’ IN AN EX-GREYHOUND LINER”…

After seeing the ruins at Tikal, we begaThe_Scream Wikipedia public domain by edvard munch c.1893n our return bus trip to Becky’s parent’s home, back in Guatemala City. These “Chicken Buses” as they call them, were filled to the brim with passengers. But there was room for two more (standing room only!) So Becky and I climbed aboard. 

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I guess I don’t need to explain why they call them “Chicken Buses”. But the chickens were perhaps, all sitting well-behaved in their places, in the laps of their new owners. They weren’t “flying everywhere around the place”. But if the chickens only knew where they were going, and what they’d be doing tonight, I doubt they’d be so well behaved! And if I only knew where I was going, and what I’d be doing…etc, etc…

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Photo courtesy Soman & Wikipedia. Share-alike license. Click here for link.

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This return trip got off on the wrong foot! First, we ran out of money. I think we asked the manager of a motel we stayed at for a twenty dollar loan. And to our amazement, this prince of a man cheerfully loaned us twenty dollars (That would be like 60 or 80 dollars in today’s money!) We carefully wrote down his name and address, promising him that we’d repay him promptly.

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Never had the spirit come down on me so hard, as he did on this return trip. This was definitely a “Hitler Moment”.

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“Haven’t you considered, Chuck, that I just might not be God?”

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Well, I think I did consider this many times since the spirit first came into my life! But looking back, I’m not exactly sure about just what I was thinking, regarding the possibility that he was actually the Devil. I just can’t remember!

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“Isn’t it possible, El-Chucko, that I might be the Devil? Well haven’t you…considered this…Mr. Adolph Hitler?”

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Now I was getting really low! Now I was sinking in despair! I remember that this return trip back to Becky’s parents was so depressing, at one point (while we stopped for a lunch break in a little village), my knees almost buckled under the weight of all his condemnation!

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PRESUMPTUOUS MOMENT…

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After a while, the bus was stopped by the military. These soldiers were all holding rifles. They had everyone get off the bus. We were told to line up. But since I was dealing with beings of a much higher authority than these soldiers, I simply had no fear of them. I felt like I was impervious to anything at this point. And in my presumptuous arrogance (and wreckless disregard), I decided to just sit down, while everyone else stood up. After all, what could these soldiers do to me beyond what these spirits were already doing to me?

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And so I just sat there, while they went down the line-up of people, checking I.D.. The soldiers looked at this stupid Americano (me), just sitting there defiantly on the ground. For a moment they looked angry, until one of them, perhaps, made some joke about me, I suppose, and they all laughed. After inspecting each persons papers, they let us go. I was probably very fortunate, since police tend to have very short fuse, when it comes to showing them disrespect. I could have gotten myself into some serious trouble!

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THE RED ANTS DANCE

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After the soldier left, the passengers were given some time for a break, before returning to the bus. And having to go to the bathroom, I saw some bushes off the road a-ways. I went over where I could have privacy. But after pulling my pants back up, I noticed something biting my rear end. I soon realized that I somehow acquired Red Ants from those bushes. And now they were biting me! I’m not sure how this ties in to my story, but I suppose there could be some analogy made between these two incidents.  Nevertheless it hurt! But I managed to get them all off! And then I returned to the bus. 

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But anyway, concerning my encounter with those soldiers, I eventually learned not to do foolish things, presuming that God is going to protect me. There’s an old saying, “discretion is the better part of valour.” But I’d like to add this to that saying, “…But presumption is the worst part of stupidity.”  Stupid, young, me!

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DESTROYED BY LACK OF KNOWLEDGE…

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NO ARMOR OF PROTECTION…

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By the time we arrived back at Becky’s parent’s house, it was probably pretty late. Clouds made the dark Guatemalan skies even darker. As I remember, the spirit was back on his assertion that I was Jesus (in a former life). I didn’t know what to think! How in the world are you gonna argue with a spirit? How in blazes are you going to resist a spirit’s wisdom? I had absolutely no protection against the spirit’s assertions! I sure wish I had known my Bible! The following verse really says it all…

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“Finally, my brethren, be strong in the Lord, and in the power of his might.

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Put on the whole armour of God, that ye may be able to stand against the wiles of the devil.

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For we wrestle not against flesh and blood, but against principalities, against powers,

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against the rulers of the darkness of this world, against spiritual wickedness in high places.

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Wherefore take unto you the whole armour of God, that ye may be able to withstand in the evil day,

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Ephesians 6:10-13

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Oh if only I’d put on this armor! If only I’d been a Christian. But alas, “If wishes were horses, then beggars could ride”, as my Grandpa used to say. It was much too late to think about this!

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But this thought about God’s armor didn’t even enter my mind. I knew nothing about any such armor! I knew nothing about the Bible and how it could protect a person from spiritual wickedness. I didn’t even believe there was such a thing as “spiritual wickedness” until just about 7 months earlier!

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For more information on this, please go to signsofheaven.org, and read… “Orion & The Armor of God”

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ABOVE PICTURE: soldiers of the cross – armor up! – Orion & The Revelation 12 Dragon constellation (comprised of Hyades & Pleiades and other constellations) – www.signsofheaven.org

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“RUDE AWAKENING”…

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The next morning, back at Becky’s parent’s home, I opened my eyes to hear the ultimate rude awakening by the following announcement…

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”YOU WERE ADOLPH HITLER…AND I’M THE DEVIL!!!”

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I sat up in bed! This announcement couldn’t have been more shocking had someone thrown a live grenade in my lap! I knew this pronouncement was for real! I knew there wasn’t going to be any more guessing games about who I was!

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“You are the unluckiest SOB that ever walked the face of the Earth! You have been brought back so we can punish you, you no good “&^%$#@!—S–O–B”!! Now you are going to pay for all those Jews! Now God is going to make you return three million times to pay for what you did! Three million Jews! You murdered three—million—Jews!! And don’t think you can pray to God. God won’t hear your prayers. God hates you Adolph! God hates you with a passion! And He can’t wait for you to get off of this planet!”

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I threw on my clothes and went out to the living room. And just as I entered the living room, a very loud “musical” horn honked to some tune like the first line of the old tune “Dixie”. This startled me, because I’d never heard a musical horn up to this time. But as the horn honked, I saw outside, a military truck with soldiers, or police riding in the open back-bed…ALL WEARING NAZI HELMETS! I just about fell over in stark terror at the scene of Nazi soldiers riding by on a military truck outside the window.

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“That’s right Adolph. We got every thing prepared in advance for this special homecoming. We arranged this little surprise party just for you—Adolph Hitler. We brought you back here to Guatemala. Even threw in the Nazi Helmets to boot. Get it Chuck? To boot? To boot, as in Nazi Jack-boots. That’s supposed to be funny, Adolph…Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha…uh hum (pretending to clear his throat). OK, I guess that wasn’t so funny!! OK, so sue me, Adolph! Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha!”

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The spirit bombarded me with one terrifying thought after another! He presented many possible punishments that I would have to endure, throughout the ions of time. I had to pay for three million Jews (three million was the number of Jews killed according to many back then. Now the estimates are much higher.)

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“Yeah, you’re gonna have to pay for a lo-o-o-o-ng time. And with all the other people you killed in the war…I suppose that adds up to about double the lives…say six million lives. And if you add let’s say, 40 years times 6 million souls…that means you’re gonna be paying for at least 240 million years.”

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At this point, I returned to my bedroom, and sat down, to listen to this outrageous and terrifying scenario that the spirit began to paint. The spirit was now telling me that God wished for me to begin paying right now, for all the sins I committed in this life.

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“Let’s see now. Since you had such a good eye for deals on houses…why don’t we take out your right eye. And don’t worry. We’ll be glad to give you all the help you need to cut it out.” And I knew this spirit could deliver what he promised. “And since you liked to give women the “bird”…why don’t we take off that bird finger.”

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I was sinking lower and lower with each new punishment pronounced against me! And on and on he went, about all the punishments that were waiting in store for me! I don’t know how long this went on. Maybe an hour or two. No, now that I think of it, this went on all day, as I began to take walks through the neighborhood. And as I walked, the spirit condemned. I was being crushed under the weight of this devilish condemnation to the point that my body got so weak, to the point of urinating. But I didn’t. But something was awaiting me a lot worse than urine! So after this long list of horrors and promises of him maiming me…

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MORE “HORROR DUERVES”…

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“God hates you, you filthy scum. We can’t wait to get your filthy carcass off this planet. Eat &%$#! you filthy scum! No I’m serious. Eat &%$#!, Adolph!” The spirit was now compelling me to go into the bathroom and do just that. And so I did. I didn’t eat a whole lot. But just one feces. But it was enouThe_Scream Wikipedia public domain by edvard munch c.1893gh to make me wretch. But I didn’t.

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After this, I leaned on the bathroom sink, and coughed and spit and dry-heaved. I then washed out my mouth.

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Just remembering this disgusting moment makes me sick. But what are ya gonna do when the Devil talks to you? I was that man in “The Scream” painting. I was that man in that song. “Sinnerman”.

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Photo of prisoners courtesy wikipedia and National German Archives. For link, just click here. Nazi soldier firing squad courtesy Wikipedia. Public Domain. Photo of Nazi helmet courtesy Rama for Wikipedia. Click for link.

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OUR EX-HEAVEN….

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“And ya wanna know what that little black coffin you drive is all about? Here’s the real meaning. It doesn’t stand for Rx7 as in prescription drugs. And it doesn’t stand for “Our Ex-Seven”, as in your ex-lucky number. No, no, no, no, no-o-o-o! It stands for… “OUR….EX….HEAVEN” !! That’s right, Chucky, El-F——y! This Earth was your heaven, Chuck. But now it’s your “EX” heaven. It’s now your HELL ! And ‘to Hell with this B——-t’ !!”

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( “To Hell with this B——-t” were the last words one of my Grandfathers was purported to have said just before he took his own life with a gun, some years earlier. You see, my poor old grand-dad’s body was riddled with cancer, and he was on powerful hallucinogenic medications (Percodan, etc…) when he took his own life. So I knew exactly what the spirit was referring to, with that comment! He was making reference that I, like my grandfather, was on my way to Hell)

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To Hell with you, you piece of  &^%$#@!. This is your EX-HEAVEN you SOB! Get off this planet!! GET OFF THIS PLANET!!!”

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The shouts of this demonic force kept reverberating in my mind…

“This is OUR EX-HEAVEN!

This is OUR EX-HEAVEN!!

This is OUR EX-HEAVEN!!!”

This is OUR EX-HEAVEN!!!”

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“HOPE YOU GUESSED MY NAME”…

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The spirit began to…OK I guess I don’t have to call him “the spirit” anymore. Now I can call him by his rightful name: The Devil. You know…ol’ “L.S.D.” (Lucifer—Satan—the Devil). He was now “out of the closet” as the saying goes. I guess I suspected it all along. No, he wasn’t as everyone thinks he is. As I had found out over the past months, besides being evil, he could also be downright funny when he wanted to. He could be charming if it suited his purpose. He could be warm and gracious if he needed to be. The Devil could come off any way he wanted to. He could even be religious…

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“…for Satan himself is transformed into an angel of light.

Therefore it is no great thing if his ministers

also be transformed as the ministers of righteousness…”

2 Corinthians 11:14, 15

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If only I knew these Scriptures. I might have been able to shield myself from this 7 month-long deception.

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“NO MORE MR. NICE GUY”

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But now the Devil didn’t need to fool me. Now he didn’t need to pretend to be anything but what he really was…the Devil! Now he could be just plain ol’ Satan. Now he could be as mean and as nasty and as evil as he really is!

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It’s amazing to meet someone who is totally evil and is very content to be totally evil! Very few humans wish to be thought of as totally evil. Most people would like others to like them. Even your average Satan worshippers try to be somewhat likeable. It’s seldom that you find someone who really tries to be as evil as they possibly can be. Oh, I suppose it happens in the movies. But not in real life! So when the Devil has no reason to be nice, he no longer needs to pretend to be good.

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3,000,000+  RE-INCARNATIONS…

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The Devil frightened me with the prospect of how many lives I would have to live, in order to pay for all those Jews I murdered. He told me that there were planets all over the universe. He told me that I would be re-incarnated on many different planets, in order to repay for my countless crimes. I would come back in many different life-forms, under the worse conditions. “Yes ‘Chucky-You-&^!$#’, you will be re-incarnated out there in the universe. And then you will pay for your crimes in a different way in each life you live. Three million Jews. Three million excruciatingly torturous lives. Three million planets. And another three million for all the others you killed!” (Now I understand that the currents estimates are six million Jews killed. But back then I believe the general consensus was three million. but I could be wrong.)

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THE DEVIL’S DOG…

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The Devil also told me that I was the “The Devil’s Dog”. And as the Devil’s Dog, he would use me as his “beast of burden”, so to speak. I would be kicked, and whipped, and treated as his favorite “object of abuse”. And so far, considering what I’d been through for seven months, I had no doubt I was indeed, the Devil’s Dog!

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DEVIL’S DOG ORIGIN…

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Now, prior to all this, I had no idea that there was such a thing as the Devil having a dog! Of course, prior to all this, I was instructed by society, that the “Devil” was just a myth! There really was no Devil! He simply is the product of religious lore!

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But now I knew that he does exist! And let me tell you, if the Devil tells you he has a dog, who am I to argue!?!

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Of course, I could’ve argued about me being the Devil’s Dog. But I had never even heard of the Devil really talking with a human. That was just something out of horror movies. The Twilight Zone! So I just figured that if the Devil was talking with me, it must be something very big. So with all this rolling around in my head, I just had to conclude that, yes, I probably was the Devil’s Dog.

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DEVIL SPECIFIC OR DEVIL GENERIC?…

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And while we’re on the subject, I assumed he was the Devil. At this time I didn’t realize that there were many devils. So if I say Devil, it may be just a generic devil. Or it might be The Devil, Lucifer. I don’t know. So you decide for yourself if it was “The Devil”, or just “a devil”.

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32 INCH BIG SCREEN VISION…

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As the condemnation continued, I was now sitting on my bed in Becky’s parent’s home. The bedroom door closed, of course! And I was being assaulted with every kind of damnation and threatening you can imagine.

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Eventually, the obvious question to ask him was … What will the next planet of punishment be like as I live out my next jail-sentence?” In the flash of a moment, there appeared on the white plaster wall of my bedroom, a faint image. It was about 2 or 3 feet long, and not quite as high. It was a very faint image. It looked like a Spanish town from back, probably in the 1800′s. It looked like the city center of this quaint little Spanish town. There were donkeys pulling carts, and Spanish people walking to and fro. It was of perhaps the main intersection of some little Spanish city. But the strange part of this was that their faces were blurred out. So you couldn’t see their faces. Puzzling. Very puzzling!

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There were antiquated buildings in the background. It looked like a very happy scene. It was not a still picture. The people and animals were moving; just like a TV. This vision only lasted for a few moments.

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I was very confused by this vision. It seemed to be a hopeful picture! It actually looked like a pretty good place to live!  It didn’t go along with the Devil’s current barrage of condemnation. Very puzzling!

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ONE LAST REQUEST…

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I can’t honestly say how long this wake-up call from Hell lasted. But at last, a little ray of hope appeared…

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“Maybe just maybe, God might hear one last prayer. But you have to do something first, Chuck. You’re gonna have to plop down on your head just like ya did back at Unit 3600.” I was terrified right now. But I still had a little hope. After all, if God might hear just one prayer…that’s alotta hope! A whole lotta hope! With all this condemnation going on, to have one last prayer….well…that’s a very big deal!

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So to simply fall on my head as he demanded, was the only obstacle between hope…and NO hope if I didn’t fall.

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Now I had no mind to jump as high as I did back in the hospital. I wanted to live! I didn’t want to die at this moment in time! Yeah, back in Unit 3600 I really wanted to die! But now my attitude was different for some reason.

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But I knew I had to do what the Devil was telling me, if I wanted to have a prayer-of-a-chance! So I got on my bed, and leaned over as close to the floor as I could, holding my hands by my side. I got so close to the floor, that my head was only a foot or less from the ground. I tried one time, but my hands just reached the floor and broke my fall. “That’s not good enough, Chuck. No fair using your hands!” And so I got back into position. I took a lot of time preparing. I didn’t want to die. So finally I leaned over and fell again. But again I used my hands to cushion the blow.

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“Nope Chuck. That’s still not good enough!. Yer gonna have to do it, over and over and over until you get it right!!”  

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After several failed attempts, I finally succeeded in falling on my head with my hands by my side. “I DID IT !! I ACTUALLY DID IT!!” I fell onto the floor on my head, without using my hands!

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TWO FOOT LONG CIGARETTE?

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I fell on my head, and I wasn’t hurt. It did make a lot of noise, however. I was hoping that nobody in the house had heard me. IDID IT! I FELL DOWN ON MY HEAD!!

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WHAT SHOULD I PRAY FOR?

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But now I felt that I had just one prayer. Oh I savoured that opportunity! One last prayer! It was the only ray of hope remaining for me!

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But what should I ask for? Maybe I should ask for a long life!

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I suppose I thought about that old comedy with Bob Hope or somebody. You know, a guy standing in front of a firing squad. And he had one last request. He asked if he could smoke a last cigarette. So he pulls out a 2 foot long cigarette to smoke. And now, that old hollywood comedy gag was making a whole lotta sense! Now I wanted something that would likewise last me a long time!

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So I got down on my knees and carefully chose my words.

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LONG LIFE?…A YACHT?….AND A BABE?…

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But what should I ask for? A long life of seeing the worl800px-Yacht_Lady_Moura_in_Monaco wikipedia public domaind? Lots of money also? Fame and fortune? Beautiful women? Maybe I should have asked for that yacht that I was gonna sail away into the sunset with? Or maybe all thebetty boop wikipedia public domain above!

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No, there was only one thing that was important right now; and that wish would also buy me some much-needed time! And this one thing just might give me the knowledge that I needed, to get myself out of this impossible predicament! Because I felt that this one thing contained a lot of hope. And hope was just now in short supply. Very short supply! And so I prayed the following words…

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“Please God, let me read the whole Bible.”

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That was it! That was my last request! “Please God, let me read the whole Bible.” The Bible! Read the whole Bible, cover to cover! That was my last prayer! That was it!

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To go to next chapter, click here…

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Ch. 22 “Coming To America”

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This little chapter tells of the “Orange Crush” and the “big 8/23 Skidoo” and more. Some still unanswered questions.

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