Rise Of Cain (Preview of Chapter 1)

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(The Author of what we’ve taken to be the first section is not verified. However after reading the complete text I believe this writer is supposed to be Enoch II. We will see more of the writer in a later chapter.)

In the beginning of Cain’s life he was welcomed into the world with thankfulness and joy; he was seen as a gift from the creator. This child would grow up to be the originator of agriculture, the first human king, and the builder of the first city. He would become notorious for his failures, which were also the first of their kind.

The mother held her baby and wept tears of joy, feeling her son was well worth the pain she had endured. “With the help of the Lord I have brought forth a man,” she declared this and then named him Cain.

 Cain’s father Adam had begun to adjust to existing outside of a paradise which Cain would hear about in stories, and only ever see a blurred vision of from a safe distance. Adam was severely depressed and hardly ever spoke the months before his first child was born. Even though he was still frequently intimate with his wife, the seed of bitterness was growing within his heart towards her. In those days Eve was at first sorrowful over having lost her home, and although she longed for the simplicity and luxury of life in Eden, she struggled in forgiving Adam. She wished he had been a man who would have stopped her. The great sin Adam had to live with was the original sin of choosing his wife before the will of the Creator, his Father. When Eve ate of the forbidden fruit Adam feared he would lose her, he feared for her life. He chose to eat with her because he loved Eve and believed they would both die together. The original sin Eve had to live with was the sin of wanting Adam to desire her more than anything, for him to listen to her before the will of the Father. She held the fruit offered to her by the cunning and appealing one, took a quick bite, and then turned to her husband and asked him to eat with her. In this moment she wanted him to choose her first.  

In the days following the birth of Cain, Adam moved his family west across a large field. (In the center of this field was the now lost Garden of Eden). Adam lived as a hunter and gatherer. For the first years game consisted primarily of the animals he could easily catch, like sheep and goats. Eve would gather fruits and vegetables to add to their diet, and these grew amongst the vegetation near the hills to the west.

While dwelling in the land west of Eden Adam lay with his wife Eve and then she was with child again.

Eve gave birth to another son named Abel, meaning breath or vapor. His name was decided upon because in comparison to the labor pains Eve endured with Cain, Abel was a breath. When Abel was born Cain was three years from being fully grown.

Adam recognized Cain’s inquisitive nature blooming soon after he took his first steps. He observed how his son would stare with wonder at the ants bringing food into their mound. Cain did not stomp on the insects, nor did he trample over their home like future generations of children would; Cain watched the ants, he studied them, and his father studied him. When Cain was able to run without falling, his father observed his sons' discovery of the seed. He watched as Cain took the core of an apple and buried this in a shallow grave of rich soil. Cain would drink from his mother often, and she would hold him and tell him how her nectar was what made him grow and gave him strength. Adam assumed this was the thought Cain had when he would take their water skin, daily returning to the place where he buried the apple seeds, and would then pour some of the water. Adam was intrigued by how his son discovered the smaller something is the less fluid is needed for nourishment. Together, as the days went by, they would watch this seed grow, with excitement by the first green sprout emerging from the soil, on into a sense of accomplishment when the small tree eventually bore fruit. The father was learning along with his son, but he knew Cain’s inquisitive nature could only be allowed to go so far.

Abel would feed from his mothers’ right breast while Cain fed from her left, but as Cain grew older his father encouraged him to eat as he ate and tried to wean him off of his mothers’ milk. Cain was in despair when he recognized his mother no longer wanted to feed him her nectar, and instead chose to give this kind of affection only to Abel. Cain started to spend more time with his father after his mother rejected him, while his brother Abel remained with their mother.

Adam would frequently take Cain hunting in the hills beyond the trees. The manner in which they would usually do this was to track their food and walk the animal down. Adam learned early on that the beasts of the field were faster than him, but then he learned they grew tired sooner than Man. During one of these hunts Cain was talking with his father, asking many questions as he always did in those days. Adam always had an answer. During this particular hunt Cain asked a question to which he did not appreciate his father’s answer.

Adam knelt down and touched the soil, taking notice of a large footprint on the ground. He inhaled deeply and recognized the scent of the animal, and how close the beast was to them.

“This is a warning,” Adam muttered. “To such a beast as this we may be the hunted. We will head to the left now and continue after the elk.”

 “Why don’t we gather the sheep in one place,” Cain asked, “then build a barrier around them? We don’t need to hunt the meat of other animals like the beast we are tracking today hunts.”

“I enjoy the hunt with you son, this is why we are out here today instead of obtaining one of the sheep closer to where we rest. We will not build a barrier to hold any animals because there is no need to. The Lord provides us with what we need daily, and this is why he wills for us to only gather what food is necessary to sustain us for the day.”

Cain did not respond to his fathers’ answer but he was not happy, for from this answer birthed another question; “Where is the Lord who provides us with our daily nourishment, and how come I cannot see him as I see you?” Cain chose to ignore this question on that day, and he assumed his father’s word was good enough.

 Now after Abel was nearly grown he chose to keep flocks of sheep. He did not withhold them in a barrier, but instead he kept watch over them and slept where they slept. The animals he ate were those he hunted separate from his flocks. Cain worked the soil, and had planted the first seeds of agriculture. He knew his father did not approve of him creating his own garden, but Adam never said anything. Cain enjoyed gathering the seeds from different foliage and learning how to plant each one, and while he was doing this he had peace of mind. When he wasn’t working in his garden Cain felt another emotion developing within him; he was jealous. This jealousy was towards his brother, who was now gaining more attention not just from Eve but from Adam. Cain resented his brother, and this feeling grew from the seed of sadness planted inside him back when he first perceived rejection from his mother. When Abel was the one who started drinking from Eve and was held by her more, Cain reasoned with this. When Abel was older, nearly grown, Cain no longer reasoned over the affection Abel received from their mother more than he. When Adam started to spend more time with Abel, seeming happier with him than with Cain, the jealousy began to blossom and change into another emotion, an even more dangerous one. Abel was keeping his flocks one day in the vast field which surrounded Eden, and Cain watched him from the tree line. Abel was so happy with his sheep, and Cain recognized the peace he felt, a peace Cain was losing from his own passion in life; his gardening.

Adam recognized Cain as being above Abel, and he expected Cain to see his position as one of authority over his younger brother. The time came when Abel started looking up to his older brother, but Cain found no joy in this, and he would try to avoid him. Adam did not approve of his older son planting his own crops, for he feared this would eventually take away his sons’ dependence on the creator, and his appreciation for what the Lord daily provided would diminish. Adam decided to spend more time with Abel, starting at a younger age than he did with Cain. His hope was to dissuade Abel from stepping outside of the Creator’s perfect will, like Cain chose to.

One day Cain was standing in the vast field, looking out at the bright green colors in the distance, the place where he had been told the Garden of Eden was. He made a decision this day; he was going to have the creator speak with him, not through his father, but to personally communicate with the Lord like his father used to. And the first thing he was going to do was give to the creator, so as to show him how appreciative he was of the knowledge he was allowed to receive.

Cain was being watched by his admirable brother, Abel saw his brother picking various vegetables and gathering them into a leather pouch. Cain hollered out to his brother to come out from behind the shrubbery he was hiding behind. Abel emerged from his concealment with a large smile on his face.

“Why do you watch me,” Cain asked. “Why don’t you go back to your sheep, they care for your company.”

“I like watching you in your garden brother,” Abel replied, “You look so happy, and this pleases me.”

Cain did not reply to his brother and he continued gathering the fruits of his labor.

“May I have some,” Abel asked.

“This is not for you,” Cain said, “I am bringing these as an offering to the Lord.”

Abel was fascinated by what his brother was doing and he was moved.

“You are not bringing any of your sweeter fruit,” Abel asked.

“The Lord knows they are harder to grow, and as father has taught us, the vegetables offer more nourishment.” (This was not the primary reason Cain chose not to pick any fruit.)

“I want to go with you,” Abel replied. “Will you take me?”

Cain looked up at his brother and saw the emotion in his eyes. He imagined how proud of him his father and mother would be if he took his brother with him to do this commendable deed.

“I will be heading towards Eden soon…”

“Let me bring my own offering,” Abel pleaded, “I won’t be long.”

Abel ran in the direction where he left his flock, and Cain started to head out towards Eden before his brother returned. Abel had to take some time in finding one of his most beloved lambs, searching in a living maze made up of the larger sheep. He finally found his favorite, picked her up with haste, and ran with her on his shoulders, holding onto her feet. Cain was almost close enough to the garden to stop and give up his offering, when he heard his brother running up behind him.

Cain brought the Lord an offering of the fruit of the ground, and Abel for his part brought of the firstlings of the flock, their fat portions.

The place where Cain and his brother stopped at was a dominant location, where there were two large boulders lying in the mist amongst the long blades of grass. Cain stared with apprehension at the sight. There was a thick wall of large trees with leaves filling in all the spaces in between, blocking the sight of what beauty lay beyond. They were at a safe distance, and would not dare approach any nearer.

“In there is paradise…” Abel said. “Where the Lord would walk with father and mother, talk with them, and love them. Father said Eden is a place of everlasting joy.”

Cain looked over at his brother and saw the tears flowing down his cheeks and dropping from the tip of his chin. He looked away from him and faced the wall to paradise.

“I hope the Lord still dwells in there.”

Abel looked at his brother and was confused by the words he spoke.

“The Lord is there brother… but he is also here.”

Cain was confused by his brothers’ words as much as Abel was Cain’s.

Cain approached one of the boulders and he took out each of the vegetables from his pouch, laying them side by side in a decorative manner. Abel watched him, while he ran his fingers under the neck of the lamb he held. After emptying his pouch Cain knelt down on the grass and looked up at the sky above the wall of trees (which was several yards in front of them).

“My Lord, I thank you for the knowledge you have provided me through your creation,” Cain called out. “The wonders you have shown me through the smallest of insects on up to the largest of the fruit trees I’ve grown. I offer you a gift from my own garden, an offering I have worked the soil to obtain for you my Lord. Please come to me and talk with me as you once did my father Adam.”

Cain remained on his knees for several minutes and he called out for the Lord again. The Lord did not look with favor on Cain or his offering.  So Cain was very angry, and his face was downcast.

“I am not going to let this food go to waste,” Cain said as he arose and started packing the vegetables back into his pouch. “Let’s go Abel.”

Abel watched his brother pack the last of his vegetables and then he stepped towards the same boulder his brother had just used.

“I still have to present my offering to the Lord.”

Cain did not object and he stood aside and watched with interest as Abel gently laid his lamb down onto the stone. Abel knelt down and placed his hands on the lamb, keeping the animal steady. Abel prayed, calling out to the Lord as he wept.

“My Lord, I thank you for your grace. I thank you for the love I have known. I thank you for the joy I have had while being with the parents you’ve given me and those in my flock you’ve given me. I take joy in the affection from these lambs, as I take joy in the affection offered me by my mother. So I want to give back to you my Lord, and I want to show you how I understand the depth of your great love!”

Cain watched his brother remove one hand from his lamb and then bring this hand down to the ground to pick up a rock which was near his knee. And he was taken back when he watched Abel lift the rock to the sky, cry out a thank you to the Lord for his sign, and then bring the rock down with a solid blow against the lambs head. There was a cracking sound and the body of the lamb had a spasm, but again Abel brought the rock down hard onto the lambs head. Three solid blows were inflicted onto the head of the animal, but several times Abel brought down the rock, missing his target.

Abel stopped after he was quite sure the life of his favored lamb was depleted. He remained on his knees for a few minutes sobbing and crying out his thanks to the Lord.

The blood from the sacrifice was trickling down from the boulder like a crimson stream, and Cain watched the drops of blood land on his brothers’ hand. Abel leaned his head against the boulder where the blood was and he closed his eyes as the stream ran down his face.

 The LORD looked with favor on Abel and his offering.

The earth suddenly began to shake for a moment, and then both Cain and Abel looked up at the sky above where Eden was. Both of them stared in astonishment at the strange colored lights which appeared as soon as the sun touched the horizon. So many colors were all blending into each other and shining so brightly, and Abel stood up from the ground and raised his hands up to the Lord.

Abel started thanking the creator all the more.

Cain said nothing.

Cain watched the morbid sight of his bloody brother Abel giving up his praises, while he stared up at the strange lights that he saw as representing the Lord. The dangerous emotion within Cain reached a boiling point and then he heard nothing, everything went silent. Cain continued to watch his brother, no longer caring to look up at the sky, and then he heard a voice. Cain heard a non-threatening voice following the sudden silence, sounded like his father.

Then the LORD said to Cain, “Why are you angry? Why is your face downcast?  If you do what is right, will you not be accepted? But if you do not do what is right, sin is crouching at your door; it desires to have you, but you must rule over it.”

Cain turned away from the scene and started heading back towards the west. Soon his brother followed close behind. Abel told Cain that he was going to tell their parents about all they had witnessed, but Cain offered him no response.

The next day Cain decided to go for a hunt, he wanted to get away before his parents, with his brother, came to hear his thoughts about the wonder witnessed the night before. Cain grabbed a rock and a long stick and then he ran into the hills. While he was moving he came across a scent, a warning (his father would tell him). He did not want to see a warning on this day, so he decided the scent would become that of his prey.

“May this beast pick up my scent and heed me as the warning.”

Cain was running towards the beast, which would soon pick up on his scent and sense his intentions. Cain took for granted the fresh air he breathed, and the strength the food he ate gave him. His anger remained this day even through the exhilaration of the hunt. Cain ran faster when he sensed the beast was heading in his direction. He had just reached the top of the hill and was standing on top of a pillar, looking out on a series of stone pillars spread out on top of this hill. He smiled at the sight of the maze of stone, for he knew the advantage was his as long as he kept the high ground. He remained still and stared out at the sight of some birds flying out from behind two pillars a couple yards out in front of him. Cain leapt onto the next pillar, and then to the next, he moved like a mountain goat. The beast who believed she hunted him was moving fast as well. Cain stopped himself after one more leap and the beast jumped up onto its hind legs, scratching her claws into the stone, and roaring up at the man. Cain did not hesitate for a moment and he slammed his stick down towards the large feline, piercing the end of the stick into the animals left eye. He then grabbed a tight hold on his stick and jumped down towards the beast, putting all of his weight into pushing the wood deeper into his preys’ eye. The beast turned her head to the right and Cain rolled onto the dirt below. He turned fast towards the beast, with his hand up and ready to strike out with his rock. The beast roared in pain and was backing away from Cain, moving cautiously between the rows of pillars. The stick still pointed out from the beasts’ face and Cain charged her. He shouted so as to let her know he was the one to be feared. He pushed on the stick as the beast was cornered against a large rock, and she roared one more time before her legs gave out and she fell to her side.

“I will not eat your flesh,” Cain said as he pulled his stick out of the beast. “I offer you as a sacrifice to the *Baal off my har[vest], and to my crops of *Dagan.”

Now Cain returned from his hunt determined to see his brother. With his stick and rock still in hand, he quickly found Abel with his grazing flock. Abel was happy when he saw his brother walking towards him and he was anxious to tell him about their parents’ reaction to their experience.

“Let’s go out to the field.” Cain said.

Abel nodded, still smiling, and he followed his brother into the thicker grass.

They were walking with haste when Abel was caught by surprise. One moment he was seeing the back of Cain’s head, and in the next moment Cain turned towards him and slammed his rock against his brothers' forehead. Abel’s eyes rolled back and he fell unconscious. Cain grabbed him by his wrist and dragged him the rest of the way towards the boulder upon which the blood of the lamb still shown. Cain picked up his brothers body and laid him down on the stone alter. He looked down at Abel and held up his rock, ready to strike again, but then he dropped the weapon instead. He felt sudden grief by the sight of his brothers’ blood, which flowed from the wound on his head and trickled down the rock onto the soil. Watching the life flow out of his brothers’ body was an awful sight for Cain to behold, and he was afraid.

Cain pulled his brothers body down from the rock and then with haste he started pulling at the grass below the boulder, throwing handfuls to the side. When he reached the soil he started digging with his stick. His hands were bleeding as he dug, and his heartbeat was rapid. He had to be rid of what he did. He did not want anybody else to look upon the sight of the shell Abel became. Cain grabbed his brother by the wrist and pulled him towards the hole he had dug at the base of the boulder. He would not look directly at Abel as he pushed his body into the hole.

‘From dirt we came’, ‘so back to the dirt you’ll return.’

As soon as Cain had his brothers’ body covered with soil, and with the grass he had pulled, he heard the same fatherly voice who had spoken to him the day before.

And the LORD said to Cain, “Where is your brother Abel?”

“I don’t know,” he replied, as he rubbed the sides of his throbbing head. “Am I my brother’s keeper?!” He could not tell from where the voice came, but the sound seemed to come from within him, while also encompassing everything.

The LORD said, “What have you done? Listen! Your brother’s blood cries out to me from the ground. Now you are under a curse and driven from the ground, which opened its mouth to receive your brother’s blood from your hand.  When you work this ground, it will no longer yield its crops for you. You will be a restless wanderer on the earth.”

Cain said to the LORD, “My punishment is more than I can bear!  Today you are driving me from the land, and I will be hidden from your presence; as a restless wanderer on the earth, whoever finds me will kill me.” 

(Cain believed that because of what he did to Abel the rest of life in the world would want to destroy him, and they would have right to, because he took the life of the Lord’s chosen.)

But the LORD said to him, “Not so; anyone who kills Cain will suffer vengeance seven times over.” Then the LORD put a mark on Cain so that no one who found him would kill him.

* Cain fell to his knees and he looked down at his hands. A couple white patches appeared on the back of his hands and slowly the pigmentation begun to spread, as if the Lord was pouring milk on his hands. Cain looked down at his chest and saw a couple more patches where the pigment of his skin had changed, and this too was spreading. He felt a shocking pain in his shoulders and his back below his neck; something was changing inside him, like his bones were expanding. He shouted out and crossed his arms over his chest before falling prostrate before the Lord, thanking him for his mercy.

 So Cain went out from the LORD’s presence and lived in the land of Nod, east of Eden. 

Cain wandered the land for years before he settled, and it took this long for his fear to begin to decrease. He was saddened by the thought that his parents would remember him with sorrow and regret, but he hoped that someday he’d attain redemption.

In the beginning of Cain’s life he was welcomed into the world with thankfulness and joy; he was seen as a gift from the creator. This child would grow up to be the originator of agriculture, the first human king, and the builder of the first city, but ultimately he would be remembered as being the first murderer and prodigal son.

*{ (בעל: Baal , meaning Lord.) (דגון:dāgān, meaning grain)(קָצִיר:Harvest-The last letters were not clear.)-This passage is interesting because the Hebrew words used-Grain: Dagan & Lord:Ba'al-were also used as names for Pagan deities in later times.}

*{Possible origin-Vitiligo (vit-ih-LI-go) is a condition in which your skin loses melanin, the pigment that determines the color of your skin, hair and eyes; chronic pigmentation changes to the skin seen by white patches which can steadily increase.}

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The "Word" is their most dangerous and valuable weapon, and their ideology is the largest threat to our world today. To win the war we needed to understand the enemies’ mindset, we needed to understand the foundation their beliefs were built upon.





The "Word" is their most dangerous and valuable weapon, and their ideology is the largest threat to our world today.

When the “Word” is mentioned in this article we are referring to Logos: “(Greek for 'word'); reason; refers to the internal consistency of the message--the clarity of the claim, “their” logic of its reasons, and the effectiveness of its supporting evidence.” The terrorists who attacked our nation; they believed in the unadulterated word of the Quran, and their interpretation of this word has been one of their most powerful weapons. Whatever message/news they spread to their people, the West, and the rest of the world they believe full heartedly to be the will of Allah.

The enemy has attacked us quite often in recent days, but thankfully no soldiers have been killed in these assaults. The victories of the enemy have been political, as they’ve intended for them to be. They know our media will start writing various articles about their attacks and the "word" they want to spread will do so quickly amongst their people and the world. They pay attention to people’s perceptions, both here and in America. They know where to strategically strike, so that when we pull out of their country the "word" will be, "We drove them out. And now they have abandoned you. We defeated them and now we will rule over you again, never to abandon you like they did.”

We were not properly prepared to handle an insurgency, and now the problem on our side is that there is a lack of us using true counterinsurgency methods. When we finally started to think outside the box, finally realizing it was going to take more than numbers and technology to defeat this ideology; our eventual attempts at strategy were too much too late. The “Word”; their Word had spread rampantly, and now the enemy believes he has succeeded in having most of the world opposing our war against the Taliban and Al Qaeda. We don’t win a war like this based on how many battles we’ve won, we can only win by changing the enemies’ mindset… We’ve failed though at winning the right hearts and minds… for our word has not prevailed over theirs.

Because of the choices our leaders made at the start of this war is the only reason we are in this mess we are in today. We could have won; we could have defeated the enemy fast, real fast. Hit them hard and in all the right places, strike them quickly and unexpected, which is what we did at first. The problem is that when we had them in the corner of the ring and about to fall over… we just stopped punching for some reason. Instead of delivering the knock-out punch to the appropriate opponent we went on to start another fight. When we went on to the next fight we gave the still standing opponent “time”; time to recuperate, to "think", and to build back his confidence… and time to spread their propaganda to the Afghan people. By the time we turned back to the original fighter again he was ready for us, and motivated... After watching us for years, and learning what to expect from us; he recognized our weaknesses, and took note of our patterned way of handling things. Our leaders were too arrogant and blind to realize we should finish the first fight before moving on to the next one. “In other words finish what you started, or you’ll have more work on your hands later; something to remember in the future.”

The enemy understands and works with insurgency, so their idea of victory is different from ours. They are so strategic minded in how they foresee the outcome that they don’t care about how many battles they lose; contrarily they consider many losses to be victories which motivate their cause. The enemy is focused on winning the war, and breaking the spirit of the “infidels” at any cost, (in case you haven’t noticed this yet). The problem on our side is apparently the lack of understanding true counterinsurgency.

Their “Word” is what drives them, and if we had struck the enemy hard and fast; knocking him out, we would have had time to present the people in Afghanistan with a better way. History has proven this method to be successful in how we handled a couple of large wars before. After World War Two- when we had hit our former enemies hard and fast; (Japan and Germany) - we helped show them a better way once the dust settled; we presented them with an idea that would prove to be promising for the rebuilding of their nations and economies. We offered aid and support after defeating our former adversaries, and we gave them freedom. Today they are two of our most trusted Allies, so we must have done something right. Now I am summarizing how we handled Germany and Japan after WWII because I’m not here to give you a detailed history lesson. The point is to remind you enough about this time in history so that you recognize when something is working, and you see how our handling of this present war is not the same. The enemy we are fighting today is not equivalent in their mindset to our past adversaries; they are driven by an ideology that has been withstanding for thousands of years. This war was not handled properly from the start, and in our counterattack we didn't understand the root of the problem, and now it seems to be too late to change their minds and show them a better way.

The ideology of the enemy is the root of the problem; what they believe the Quran teaches is the problem. (They consider their ideology to be an unadulterated interpretation.) Here is an excerpt from the teachings of Muhammad: Quran on page 117: "In the world there is only one party of God: all others are parties of Satan and rebellion. Those who believe fight in the cause of God, and those who disbelieve fight in the cause of rebellion. Then fight the allies of Satan..." There are universities today in the United States where they teach from the book titled “Milestones”, written by Sayyid Qutb; (the author being an inspiring figure to the notorious Osama Bin Ladin). This book is used today to inspire and educate those who follow the unadulterated view of Islam. Some of those who were inspired by this book are Al Qaeda, the Taliban, Haqqani Network, and others with the same ideology. The places where this ideology is being taught in the United States are widely ignored by the FBI and others who need to better educate themselves when it comes to the foundations of Islam and the teachings within the book “Milestones.” (People are far too quick to stand in the defense of something they are ignorant of, just like they are always quick to judge that which they don’t understand; study Islam then have an opinion on Islam, and recognize the difference between an ideology and a doctrine.)



To have had a chance at winning the war we needed to understand the enemies’ mindset, we needed to understand the foundation their beliefs were built upon. Any leader who studies the history of warfare or the strategies of war would understand we need to “know” our enemy. Before a trained boxer gets into the ring with another fighter he studies his opponent, and he asks himself “how can I break him?” Most politicians and other government officials who rule our country do not understand the common sense I am sharing with you, and I know this because I know those who work with them. The experts say, “Politicians widely ignore us because of their financial interests with the nation of Pakistan, and they willfully ignore how the leaders in Pakistan support the main terrorist networks in the Middle East.” As a Soldier this news is especially heart breaking; to realize money from our own government has indirectly financed some of the attacks which have killed our brothers and sisters in the military.


When the enemy strikes again it will be from inside our homeland, (even our President has said this). The same ideology which inspired the terrorists who attacked our nation on 911 is even more widespread today with its teachings in the United States. The ideology being spread across our nation is being widely ignored because our great leaders think a person’s religious beliefs, or their ideology is not all that important.


In summary; we can't just ignore certain truths which make us uncomfortable any longer, and choose to just focus on ourselves alone and our personal success; this is exactly how the politicians in power today think. Our leaders who are responsible for allowing this ideology to indoctrinate and radicalize young American Muslims, they choose to look away from the source when new revolutionary activists and violent Jihadis are created. These are not conniving politicians though, they are not wicked to the core, nor do they believe they are evil in anyway. These incompetent leaders have simply avoided that which makes them uncomfortable, and they find a pathetic way to justify their actions, or lack thereof. Just like during the Civil Rights Movement when many politicians avoided having much of an opinion on the issue, and they were more concerned with what their fellow senators would think of them then what was right. (Yeah, they are still affected by peer pressure, just like when they were in high school.) They are no different than many of us though; whenever we see something is wrong and we choose to turn a blind eye to the problem. We keep ourselves distracted with our children or our spouse, simply enjoying our little lives in our corner of the world. All the while we avoid that which makes us uncomfortable, and we choose not to think of possible future repercussions; many of the politicians are no different. Now I am all for family values and providing the best possible life for our spouses and children, but for us to do this we can’t ignore the problems in our country and the world any longer. All I ask for you to do is simple; share this news with as many people as you can. Our children need to know the truth if there is going to be hope for their future. We can’t ignore the mess we’re in any longer, or our children will be left with even more troubles then the last generation left us with.

The two lessons the next generation must learn is:

1. Never underestimate the teachings of your enemies; the written “Word” that those who mean to destroy you live for and would die for. Study their belief system and you’ll better understand your opponent.

2. Never overlook a spreading ideology which has proven to be destructive time and time again.

I would recommend you look into former CIA agent Brian Fairchild’s articles and his book titled “Centers of Jihad Support: The American Muslim Brotherhood.” For a breakdown of the problem, and the details which describe the root to the problem please check out the book listed in this article. All the information you’ll need is available to you, and there are answers to any questions you may have. Be warned though; what you discover will frustrate you because it’s all right under your nose, and has been for years.

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Legatum (Preview Of An Erotic Chapter)

Delilah feels like a bird soaring above and watching the story unfold below her. She hears the voice of a woman who sounds like she’s reading an entry from her diary. Delilah feels like she is listening in on an old recording.

I was cast out…

My name is Lilith. I was Adam’s first wife. I was scorned and sent away because I wasn’t willing to submit to man, to the one who was placed over me. Now I am alone wandering through this wilderness lonely and tired, and I am feeling that insatiable sensation, that need that Adam never cared to satisfy. I didn’t want to rule over him I just wanted to be as free as him. I wanted to share myself with him, and I expected that he wanted to please me just as much as I wanted to please him. I was wrong, for he just wanted to use me.

He just wanted me to serve him as if he was the creator. He had a glow about him that was unique, part of being made in the image of the father, I suppose.  He had a bright blue aura that was a part of him, but far too beautiful and unfitting to his personality.

I remember he always had to be over me. And when this feeling of want began to grow inside me, his energy seemed to pull me in, and intensify the building pressure I felt, that I needed to be released. I knew he understood this. Whenever he felt great desire for me his member would harden. He would then lay me down and climb on top of me, piercing me with his hardened flesh. I would groan and gasp, for I wanted desperately to release this pressure inside me, and Adam seemed to enjoy my sounds of pain. I would reach down to feel what he was doing to me, but he would always quickly move my hand out of the way and spread my legs wider, thrusting even harder into me. He seemed focussed on reaching his own goal, to release his pressure while caring nothing for mine. And, within a few minutes, sometimes less, he would reach his goal, filling me with his seed, and then lying at my side, falling into deep sleep. I was always left in the darkness, unable to rest my eyes, unable to understand. His pulling energy would slowly release me, never giving me all that I felt it could. I was left knowing that he was no true Light in my life, and that I did not want to serve him any longer.

As I walk up to this creek before me and dip my aching feet into the cool rushing water, I close my eyes and remember how I became an outcast.

I remember the day I had to leave; Adam and I had just finished eating and he was looking at me smiling that way he did when he wanted me. He appeared most unpleasant to me with banana smeared on his chin and fodder in the corners of his mouth. I could see that he was growing hard as he leant forward and began smelling my hair, and it was then that I just reacted. I pushed him back and straddled him while he stared up at me wide eyed in surprise. I hurt myself when I first pushed him inside me, for I slammed down on his member pretty hard. I remember yelping when I felt a sting, but I did not stop. I pressed my hands against his chest while he just looked at me, bewildered, and I leant forward, trying to find the itch that he could never scratch, trying desperately to gain my release. I leant forward on his body, and my breasts touched his chest as I began grinding my womb against him, instead of rising up and down on it. I smiled so widely, and even giggled as I realised I had found the itch. As I continued to grind against Adam, I felt no more pain, and I actually appreciated him and the feeling of him being inside me, then I noticed he was slipping out of me; he was becoming soft. I reached back and tried to push his member back inside me, but he wasn’t hard anymore. He tried to rise then, but I pushed him back and continued to grind against him. All he could do was lie there with that scared expression on his face. On this day, I was thrown out. I finally appreciated my man, and he didn’t even seem to care.

I was grinding against his hard lower abdomen and, after he released inside me, it only took me a manner of minutes to release all the built-up pressure I had inside me. I remember Adam still staring up at me while a stream flowed out of me running over his thighs and onto the grass below us. I rolled onto the grass by his side and I just fell asleep. When I woke up he was looking down at me angrily. He yelled at me, and then he yelled up at the Light. He was saying he felt like he didn’t have control anymore; he said he felt like, what I did to him to satisfy myself, I could have done against a rock or log. I made him feel unimportant, and he wanted to know what I felt. I told him how I felt and how, when I woke, I felt so at peace, and he was just angry because he was under the impression that his tool was not satisfactory in pleasing me. I yelled back at him, and then up at the Light, shouting that I didn’t need either of them, for I knew now how to please myself.

Now I no longer live in the garden with Adam, and he has a new woman, Eve. As I lie back on this warm sand with the cool water from the stream running over my feet, I wonder if Eve is really better off than I am now. I don’t admire either of them, and Eve should envy me.

Delilah hears another voice now, deep and sensual. A man with an accent she cannot place. She continues watching the scene unfold while this individual tells his side.

I was cast out…

Can you guess my name?

At the present, I am standing behind a large sycamore tree just several feet from this beauty and I watch her as she dips her feet into the stream. I watch her as she lies back masturbating without any inhibition. I watch her and I know that I must have her, I must teach her more about the pleasure she has discovered. I smile at the sight of her breasts, being as large and tasteful in appearance as two ripe melons and most enticing as her plump nipples stand erect. Her eyes are large and brown, shaped like almonds with dark eye lashes that reach out like a Venus flytrap. Her lips are full and dark, her skin is the colour of bronze, appearing softer than satin, and her curves are perfection, with her hips being like smooth hills that in frame the shiny, flawless, apple shape coming from behind her, and those thighs are thick but strong. Her hair is dark red and wavy, lying over her shoulders and even her feet are petite and adorable. I want to touch every part of her, taste her whole body from her head to her toes. Indeed I appreciate this creation from the Light and now I accept that it’s my destiny to show her wisdom.

No one has ever told her how beautiful she is, no one has ever told her how special she is. She has the power to form life inside her, the power to change the next generation of Man for the better. Too bad for humanity, because I have other plans for her, she will be my queen.

I step out from the shadow of the tree and I slowly walk towards her. She doesn’t hear me, and she has no reason to expect anyone else to be here. I bite my lower lip at the sight of her rubbing her most sensitive nub vigorously and I feel my member growing hard with desire on this new body of mine.

I stand in front of this goddess now in the cool stream and I block the rays of the sun, casting a shadow over her. She opens her eyes and freezes at the sight of me, and after a moment passes it’s as if she doesn’t fear me. I am certain that my appearance surprises her, for I am wearing clothing that she and the other couple of humans have no need for. She just continues rubbing herself at a slower pace while speaking to me in a tired tone, followed by an occasional gasp. She stares at me curiously, but she is not afraid.

“You are not Adam, so who are you?”

“I am one who worships you. I am one who wants you to be all that you are, and I am here to teach you all that you are.”

“You look like a  man, but you are not Adam.”

This beauty doesn’t stop, even after the first waves of orgasm rush through her body she doesn’t stop touching herself and I stare down lusting at the sight of her sweet nectar flowing like a spring from her soft pink cavern.

“Trust me,” I say as I lower myself to my knees. “I am much more than a man.”

I place my hands on her ankles and I bring her legs up spreading them gently as I bring her heels together. From behind me, the sight would look like the spreading of butterflies’ wings with her feet together and her legs apart.

“No,” she whispers as she brings her hand away from her tender flesh.

Before she could object any more, I place a sweet kiss on her inner thigh, and then downward towards her spicy sap. She stares down curiously and does not attempt to resist me. I then lift her right leg and place another tender kiss on the sensitive flesh in the back of her knee as I run my fingertips slowly down the length of her leg down over her inner thigh and to the curve of her exquisite heart-shaped ass. I gaze into her eyes as I touch her and I sigh at the feeling of goose bumps forming on her soft cheek. I run my fingers ever so slowly back up her leg as I place another kiss on her heel.

I position my hands in the back of both of her knees and I spread her legs gently as I lean forward. My face draws near hers, and she nervously looks down at my lips for a moment, and then back into my piercing green eyes. I just want to taste her now, taking my time as one should always do with the finer things in life, and she is the finest thing that life has to offer. She is softer than angels’ wings, she smells sweeter than pine in the spring, and I would rather gaze at her features than watch the sun set over the Caspian Sea. I kiss her earlobe and I want her to hear my breathing, I want her to sense the desire I have for her. I kiss her neck and bite gently, rubbing the tip of my tongue against her, tasting her salty sweat and cherishing her flavour. Hearing her moan, her eyes widen as I place my lips against hers.

I release all of my passion into this kiss, she has never been kissed before, but now she feels its meaning, she feels my love for her. My precious Lilith, whom has never known such passion, is overwhelmed with how much I desire her, how much she feels I crave to please her. She has never been worshiped till now in my embrace and with my kiss, and she cannot even imagine how much more pleasure is about to befall her.

I press my tongue sensually over her bottom lip and she opens her mouth as if to welcome the guest. I slip between her lips, entering gently as I soon will with my favoured attribute. She curiously rubs the tip of her soft tongue against my own, and I cover her plump lips with mine. My hands massage the back of her neck as I interact with her mouth in such a fashion, so as to anticipate what I have in store for her next.

I pull away from her sweet lips and I run a trail of kisses down her neck and to her breasts.

“Yes, my love.” I sigh. “I want you to feel so good.”

I continue kissing down over her abdomen and I take in a deep breath when I draw close to her sweet fragrance of desire. I pause and look up into her eyes for a moment, wanting her to anticipate my next move as I lick my lips and raise a dark eyebrow.

Suddenly, and ravenously, I run my tongue long and hard over her swollen lips down there on up to her hardened little grape. I cover this nub with my mouth and pant my warm breath onto her sensitive flesh. I flick the tip with my tongue as I slip two fingers into her dripping wet entry of glee, appreciating how gracefully soft and warm the texture is.

She opens her mouth wide and grabs hands full of sand at her sides. I don’t let up and I continue to flick my tongue against her. She can’t even shout, for her climax is so strong and her sweet nectar runs down my chin. Her eyes roll back and her body shivers, but I am not finished with her yet.

I lie beside her and I run my fingers over her body as her waves of orgasm continue to roll through her.

“That’s good beautiful one,” I whisper in her ear. “Now you know I want what is best for you.”

“Yes.” She sighs. “Thank you.”

“I want you to get on your hands and knees now and arch your back.”

She moves into position and flips her blood red hair back as she turns her head and watches me. I unfasten the belt on my black pants and let them fall to my feet. I see her eyes widen at the sight of my engorged member. I like the way she stares; I like the lust in her eyes.

I squat behind her exquisitely round apple bottom and grasp her left hip, then guide the swollen head of my member to her soaking wet entry and push in slowly, moving my hand to the base of my tool, pushing forward till I feel her sweet spot rubbing the sensitive head. She moans, and I begin thrusting, aiming for my target where I know she needs to be rubbed. I reach around and begin massaging her swollen flesh, which feels so soft and slick against my fingers.

If James was the one to witness this story unfold, he would have probably asked something in the vein of ‘what lesson am I meant to learn from this ancient porn’, followed by ‘where’s my lotion’. Delilah is actually having a similar thought, being unsure of what Pan wants her to learn, and she can’t hide her arousal by what she is watching if she tried. The accent of the man, or god, speaking causes a pleasant chill to run up her spine, and she is feeling very moist.

Lilith's moans increase and she continues to look back at me watching my muscles flex as I thrust. I don’t need to guide with my hand anymore for I know that I am filling her up and tapping the right place inside her so I run my fingers up and down her back while my other hand continues massaging her swollen nub. I run my fingers up to her neck, where I massage her shoulders for a few moments, and then back down her back all the way down to her cute little anus, where I tickle her with the tips of my fingers. I do this in rhythm with my thrusting, and I feel her coming in less than five minutes, her juices running down her legs and splashing against me. I don’t let up on rubbing her sensitive nub or thrusting into her even harder now, knowing that she is more than ready. She leans forward and shouts out as her inner muscles squeeze me so tightly and she comes again causing the sand below us to turn dark, I continue thrusting.

“Oh, I serve you!”

I hear her shout this loudly, and I smile, then she continues, “Oh, God, thank you! I love you!”

I reach down and grab her shoulder pulling her back so I can kiss her sweet mouth. After kissing her with my tongue, feeling her awkwardly rubbing her tongue against mine I whisper in her ear, and I no longer thrust. I just hold her against me while I remain inside her and she brings her hand towards the back of my head as we kiss.

“Don’t thank God now, my beloved.” I nibble on her earlobe, and then kiss her neck just below her ear. “Thank me.”

“Thank you.” She sighs. “Thank you.”

“Lean forward again,” I whisper lustfully, and she obeys.

I grab her hips with both hands and push myself deep into her slimy, wet warmth, thrusting slower now, pulling almost all the way out, and then thrusting into her halfway a few times before going in deep.

“Will you take my seed?”

“Yes,” she groans. “Yes, I want to have your child!”

I lean over her and thrust rapidly a few times, causing her to yelp like a scared puppy, then I sigh loudly as I kiss her back and my seed pores forth deep into her womb.

I pull out of her slowly after leaving a trail of kisses down her back. We lie on our sides with the water from the creek rushing over our feet. I kiss her head as I wrap my arms around her. I am satisfied and I know that she is mine along with her offspring.

Her name is Lilith, Adam’s first wife. She was cast away because neither man nor god could satisfy her, but I could, and she’s not the only one who prefers me. I have given her a charge of energy that will leave her powerful, worthy of being called my goddess. She will always come back to me for more, will always long for me, and forever be mine unless I choose to move on.

I was cast out because I loved God so much that I didn’t want to share his love with anyone, now time to get back for what was done to us. Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned, or me.

Delilah feels Pan rubbing the sides of her head now, and the story she just watched and felt unfold starts to fade, and then there is darkness. She hears Pan’s voice now, filling in the details.

“There is a balance that must be retained in this world if humanity is to flourish once again. Since Lilith’s lover has abandoned her, and the world, or so it seems, she has taken over in his stead, a position that was not meant for her. She is angry and dangerous. Nicholas is her obsession now, and the dormant gene that has awakened in him is the reason she is so obsessed with him. He is her counterpart. You recognised the blue aura that surrounded Adam in the story I just showed you, so you understand that Lilith wants to go back to what she chose to leave so long ago. She is insecure now, just like most humans. Since she lost her lover, she has felt inadequate, and she believes that, through Nicholas, she can redeem herself from her failed relationship with Adam. Lilith has good reason to see herself as the queen of this world, for she is what a geneticist would call a Mitochondrial Eve; every living person’s DNA is derived from hers, so she is the great mother of humanity; well, for the most part. You can trace your DNA back to Lilith along with most of humanity. For some reason, that I hope to soon discover, just like the once-dormant gene is very much awake in Nicholas, in you, there is one that has awakened, too. Now you have not only the same active genetic makeup as Lilith, but you also have her same abilities, her strengths and weaknesses. Nicholas, on the other hand, is of a most protected bloodline, by all appearances unadulterated by Lilith. I know this may sound cheesy, but, for Nicholas, his Mitochondrial Eve… is Eve.

“Is it a coincidence that around the same time you two were born with a similar gift, or curse? I really don’t think so. Although not noticeable on the surface, the two of you are genetically different in a primary way. He is your opposite and, when you two collide, or should I say ‘go all the way’, the effects can be…” Pan sighs as if in frustration, and then continues, “Well, the effects are uncertain, but I have a theory… and without the proper framework, I am quite certain that whatever the effects, they will be perilous to not just those in your general proximity… No, this could be far worse.

“I know that this is a great deal of information that I’m throwing at you, but, believe me, I’m leaving out the boring details. The point is that Lilith wants to rule this world, Delilah, with your Nicholas as her king, and you are not quite ready to face her as you are… If you and Nicholas have a chance at being together, without having to worry about potentially destroying the world around you, you have to trust me, and promise me that you will collaborate with whatever I tell you to do.”

Delilah feels Pan take his hands away from her head and she opens her eyes to find that they are still standing in front of the glorious waterfall. Both of them naked and soaking wet.

“What can we do to stop her? What can I do?” Delilah pleads, and she’s irritated with herself when she hears the weakness in her tone.

Pan says nothing for a moment and just gives her a look that says, I think you know.

“You need to become more powerful than Lilith,” he says in a ‘to the point’ tone. “Genetically, she is your equal, but your ability to effect energy in others is like a muscle that needs to be exercised and fed the proper nutrients. When it comes to your energies makeup, you are not as fit in this area as Lilith is. You need a boost to reach your full potential. As you saw, when she was one with her, what you may call ‘supernatural lover’, she was fully charged by this interaction. You need to have relations with one of our kind, Delilah, and then you will receive the boost of energy you need. Lilith has not been intimate with anyone like me since the chairman disappeared, and, although her influence is still strong, she is significantly weaker than she has ever been since she started her love affair with the Fallen. If you want to help me stop her, you have to be charged, period...” Pan runs the back of his fingers down her arm, and then places his hand in hers. “How much do you love your Nicholas? What are you willing to do, to not only be with the man you love, but to save the world in the process?”

Delilah frowns and glares up at Pan. “I’m willing to do whatever it takes!”

“Then I see that I need not try to coerce you any longer, young goddess.” Pan places his hands on her arms and leans down to place a tender kiss on her pouty red lips.

Delilah gives in, for she feels at a loss. She convinces herself that she has no other choice but to trust Pan, if she is to obtain what she truly desires. She cannot question her love for Nicholas, even in the arms of Pan. Nicholas brought a side out of her that she never knew was there, a side of her that she would have at one time perceived as weakness, but now appreciates. She cares now… She cares about all that Nicholas cares about. She knows that, if just being held in his arms and kissing his lips can create a conscious in her, surely making love to him can save her soul. If she has to have sex with a devil to get to a saviour, that’s what she is willing to do.

Delilah raises her left leg and crosses it behind Pan’s ass, while Pan cups her exquisite cheeks, pressing them up and lifting her feet off the ground. Their kiss becomes more passionate and Pan ignores the sad tears running down her face leaving a salty taste in his mouth.