From: emery@tc.fluke.COM (John Emery)
Subject: Letters to Tom [9 of 10]
Organization: John Fluke Mfg. Co., Inc., Everett, WA
Date: Wed, 8 Apr 1992 00:11:51 GMT



Dreaming, dreaming...little baby girl...Rachel...pink and fat, laughing...
"Come on, sweetie, time for your bath."
Water running in the tub, just the right temperature.
Let her play in the running water.  "See that?  Isn't that fun?  Time
to get all clean."
Jonas.  He's calling.
Not now.  I'm giving Rachel a bath!
Pulling, pulling, yanking me from my body...No, not now...
Sudden blackness, floating, no feeling, no sounds, no pain, nothing
but sweet love, bliss, oneness...A long, long tunnel, a bright light
at the end, getting closer, closer, almost there, I've got to get
back!  What's happening to Rachel?
SLAP!  A hand across her face!
"Come on, lady, snap out of it!  Get up!"
Water everywhere, all over the floor.  I'm sitting in it, I'm soaked.
Who's this guy?
"Can you hear me?  Get up!"
He's a cop!  What's wrong?
"Aw, she's stoned, man, bombed to oblivion!"
Where's Rachel? "Where's my baby?"
The tub, filled to the brim, running over, water everywhere, cops, medics,
the landlady, everything a blur.
A piercing, stabbing horror slowly rising.  The unthinkable invading her
mind. "Oh no!  I've killed my baby!"

"Ma'am, I need to advise you of your rights.  You have the right to remain
silent..."


AAWW!  Sally jolted awake in the darkened bedroom, almost falling off the
bed.  Her four tormenting companions were all over her.

"Forever, forever," said Despair, "you will be condemned forever.  You
are what you are, you can never change it."

Insanity piped in with renewed vigor, "It's all in your poor twisted mind,
you know.  You're a very sick lady!"

"Death always follows you," said Death.  "Everything you touch, everything
you love, will only die."

"And they'll get you for this!" said Fear.  "All the spirits you've ever
crossed are waiting to get you!"

Sally rolled over and buried her face in the pillow.  "O God, help me!"

"He can't help you...you've offended Him, He'll never hear you...we have
you now..."

Sally looked toward the window.  The daylight was still visible around
the edges of the drawn curtain.  She checked the clock beside the bed.
Four P.M.  She flopped onto her back and tried to calm down, steady her
heart, slow her breathing.

She told herself, "Easy now, girl, it was all a dream, a nightmare.
Calm down."

Her heart was still pounding and her face was slick with sweat.  "Some
nap this turned out to be; I feel worse."

She tried to sort it all out.  Yes, the dream was like a videotape;
that's the way it happened.  She hadn't had that clear a memory of
it in years.  "O God, what did I do, what did I do?  How could I let
this happen to me, to my daughter?  Jonas, my wonderful counselor and
friend, my infinitely wise spirit-guide!"

The thought made her sick.

"I trusted him!  I gave him my life, my thoughts, my spirit, my mind,
and now...now I find out how evil he was.  Or is."

"Evil.  Well, there's another absolute.  Jonas is one incredibly evil
spirit, and no one's going to convince me otherwise."

What had she just been reading?  She rolled slowly off the bed, planted
her feet on the floor, and went to the window.  she pulled back the 
curtain and had to squint in the daylight that flooded the room.  There,
on the table under the window, was Sara's Bible, still opened to the
Gospel of Mark.  She'd just started reading it before she got sleepy and
lay down.  There was something it had said, and at the time she only 
gave it a passing thought.

She sat at the table and looked that passage over again.  Here it was,
in chapter 1: "Just then a man in their synagogue who was possessed by
an evil spirit cried out, 'What do you want with us, Jesus of Nazereth?
Have you come to destroy us?  I know who you are--the Holy One of God!'

"'Be quiet!' said Jesus sternly. 'Come out of him!'  The evil spirit
shook the man violently and came out of him with a shriek.  The people
were all so amazed that they asked each other, 'What is this? A new
teaching--and with authority!  He even gives orders to evil spirits and
they obey him.'...

"That evening after sunset the people brought to Jesus all the sick and
demon-possessed.  the whole town gathered at the door, and Jesus healed
many who had various diseases.  He also drove out many demons, but he 
would not let the demons speak because they knew who he was."

Demons.  They're Demons.  Sally believed it.  She'd never given this
Bible much credence since her Sunday school days, but right now, sitting
in that room, having awakened from as clear as a lesson as she could ask
for, she believed what this Book said about these spirit entities.  The
whole thing was a sham, a deception, a spiritual con game.  These things
were as evil as evil could be.

"Where's that notebook?  I've got to write Tom."

Tom, you know this already, and that's why you're in all this trouble,
but let me assure you as one who has been on the other side, you are
correct.  Amber Brandon has contacted a spirit-guide, and now that
thing is controlling her life, her thoughts, her behavior.  I had Jonas,
now Amber has Amethyst, and if I haven't said clearly enough before,
let me say it clearly now, because now I know it clearly: these spirits
are evil; they are out to destroy us.  Just look at what Jonas did to me.
I don't blame him entirely; I asked him into my life, I gave him my mind
and body.  But I found out too late what his real agenda was.

And what about Amber?  I suppose for her it was all fun and games to
begin with.  Now I'm almost sure she's into something she would rather
be out of, but can't escape it.  To be  honest, I'm not sure that I have
escaped it.

But if the Gospel of Mark is correct, and this Jesus of yours can order
these spirits around and rescue people from their power, then I hope
you have enough faith in your Savior to get His help.

And, Tom, while you are at it, please put in a good word for me.