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The Apocalypse - Chronicles of a Hybrid Angel
The Apocalypse - Chronicles of a Hybrid Angel
The Apocalypse - Chronicles of a Hybrid Angel
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Join Antonia as she shares her world and life before, during and after the apocalypse. A life filled with good, evil and witchcraft, but as a daughter of a Watcher, she soon comes to a crossroad and must decide whether to choose evil or good. Journey with her into realms unknown and discover through her eyes what it truly means to have faith. 

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PublisherVON COOK
Release dateMar 12, 2016
ISBN9781524257200
The Apocalypse - Chronicles of a Hybrid Angel
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Von Cook

Von Cook likes to refer to herself as a follower of Jesus the Christ. She grew up Christian and went to Catholic/Christian schools, but swayed from her upbringing to find the God that Jesus referred to as, Father. With so many questions unanswered, and not seeing Christ in Christians, Von took a liking to the occult. Von spent over 20 years practicing Wicca. It was during this practice, filled with spells, rituals and chants where she decided to go to Bible College. Within three years, she graduated earning her ministerial degree, but something was still missing. Von knew that the Bible was much stronger than any magic and one afternoon she came across a book on spiritual warfare. During the year of studying spiritual warfare, Von discovered that the Father wasn't as far away as she imagined him to be. For she was always practicing spiritual warfare just not Biblical Godly warfare. It was after this discovery, Von knew that being a follower of Jesus the Christ was the one and only path for her; not to become religious, but to have a close relationship with the Father. “I had to line up my thoughts and mouth with the word of God,” Von says. With everything rapidly changing in the world today, her blog, The Cook Reader Files offers insights and instructions on spiritual warfare; along with basic instructions on how to walk in your God-given authority while experiencing much joy. Von took to heart Matthew 6:33, “Seek ye first the kingdom of God, and his righteousness...” As a result, she is therefore known by her family and friends as a “seeker”. Von believes there is more to the Bible than what is being taught in most churches around the world today, and it is up to us to seek those answers in order to have a close relationship with the Father. Von believes the main reasons why many are leaving the Christian faith is, the power of the Holy Spirit is not being shown, but rather the power of darkness is manifesting greatly; and... it's hard to find Christ in Christians. Hence, these reasons, Von decided to be the Christian — she wanted to see.

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    The Apocalypse - Chronicles of a Hybrid Angel - Von Cook

    Introduction

    By Von Cook

    The sun shall be turned into darkness, and the moon into blood, before the great and the terrible day of the LORD come, Joel 2:31.

    I can't tell you how many times I've read that verse and similar verses and wondered, how would people react to such an event? Imagine shopping, or having lunch with friends and all of a sudden the above verse takes place, what would really happen during that time? Your children may be at school, away in college or on a vacation. Your husband may have broken his ankle playing basketball and can't move around as fast. Your wife might be pregnant. Nevertheless, there isn't a rehearsal, or drill, or study guide stating what to do or where to go. Will we even be able to see in such darkness?

    Many religions and spiritual systems have a prophetic event yet to be fulfilled. Christianity is not the only one. But what if Jesus wasn't the only one returning? What if the Imam Mahdi isn't the only one returning? What if Lucifer isn't the only one returning? What if the Native American sky gods aren't the only ones returning? What if they all returned at the same time?

    Many are awaiting the return of their gods. Each may call their gods by different names, but nonetheless, they are awaiting the day of their arrival. Many look up towards the heavens every morning before getting on with their day and every evening before sleep.

    After speaking with many Christians (excluding Catholics), I noticed that several did not believe in anything they couldn't see; such as, witches, spirits, demons, angels, etc., however, demons, witches and angels are written in the Holy Bible, even Jesus spoke of them. Subsequently, many other religions (including Catholics), and spiritual systems believe wholeheartedly in the supernatural, really considering it... natural.

    My main objective in writing The Apocalypse: Chronicles of a Hybrid Angel, was to allow the reader to imagine beyond their wall of truth, or what they deem to be true. Allowing the truth to come through their own perspective, not an individuals directives.

    With personal observation, elimination, intuition, and careful objections, a person's truth is formed. A few have asked, What do you think happened to the Mayans? My belief is, their gods came and got them, for I do believe in an omnipotent Creator; however, I believe there are many demigods who do have a chosen people whom they rule over and protect.

    Von Cook

    Everglades City, Florida

    Note to the Reader

    This is an epistolary novel. When reading The Apocalypse: Chronicles of a Hybrid Angel is, it was written as a diary; therefore, it's revealing the events of the day at hand. Picture it as if you're watching your favorite sitcom. They aren't continuous episodes telling a story. Each episode has a different story or theme unless it is to be continued, and even in that case, you still can't watch the continuation until the next week, next day, or next season; but nevertheless, it's the next episode. With this diary, it's the next entry. As you read the book please keep that in mind. Each entry is relevant to the whole of the story, but as stated, they are entries for the day.

    Dedication

    To Brandon and Jordon with love.

    The Book of Enoch Chapter 6

    A nd it came to pass when the children of men had multiplied that in those days were born unto them beautiful and comely daughters. And the angels, the children of the heaven, saw and lusted after them, and said to one another: 'Come, let us choose us wives from among the children of men and beget us children.'

    - Translated from the Ethiopian by R.H. Charles, 1906

    Book 1 - Entry One – Daddy

    The terror within had gripped me. My vision was weakened as I tried to anchor my feet on the glaring floor. I left the hospital with fifty-six staples in the back of my head. My ears were ringing, my head was pounding. I removed my hand and caught a pool of blood gushing out of control. How long would it take for my vision to return completely? I thought. Would I ever be able to hold my head up straight? Would I ever be able to walk with dignity? When... oh when, would it not hurt to the touch? My head felt as if the Bethune-Cookman University marching band had taking up residence?

    I didn't mean to make my father upset. He had turned his face from me. What I assumed would be a clear understanding, or a sincere appreciation for my path, turned out to be a fierce hurricane. The calmness prior to the storm threw me off guard. And before I knew it, I was flying across the room like a rocket — head first, colliding with the steal door. Stars were upon me as I grabbed my head drenched in blood. I knew I wasn't my father's favorite, and I'm definitely not his favorite now, but I was always highly favored. But for a night to take place such as this... I don't know where I stand.

    My father and I have always been on relatively good terms. Whenever I called, he always appeared, or would send his best stand-in. You might say, all was well... until the spring blood moon of 2014, that's when everything about him began to change and the rumors started to surface. In a twinkling of an eye he became irritable, defensive and anxious, with a belligerent countenance. If looks could kill the world would consist of 500 million. I could barely differentiate between him and an Islamic terrorist. What happened to the father I knew years ago?

    As long as I could remember, even as a child, I’ve always been and felt different than my peers, but I really didn't mind. I had everything I wanted growing into maturity; such as, well-to-do parents, cars, houses, great jobs, money in the bank, trips around the world, and men at my feet. And last but not least, I've had exceptional health, even to this day. Sickness is not in my father's vocabulary nor is it his will for any of his children to be ill. I have been diagnosed with breast cancer and COPD, but like I said, my father kept me healthy, and all others whom I have... intimately known. And with all of these and more, I felt highly privileged, at least on the exterior. My father wasn't perfect, but I respected his qualities.

    Like father like daughter. I would go as far as saying, I’m thirty-five percent good, and sixty-five percent evil. The two have always played tug-o-war in my mind, even today. Being good is so boring and seldom gets you anywhere on this earth, other than a pat on the back, or a slap on the face. Turn the other cheek — not in this lifetime.

    Don't take any shit from anybody, my father always said. Fighting to win doesn't mean fighting fair.

    Some rules are made to be broken, and my father has rescued me out of many tight spots, close encounters, even prison. I must admit, I have partaken in some activities where I should have served minimum seven years or more, but... my father was Johnny-on-the-spot.

    The truth will always get you thrown in the slammer, he always said. Perhaps this was his motto. If you can lie like a rug, show a humbling face, and throw in a swear on your mother's grave, you'll be a free-man every time.

    And looking around the world today, who can deny it?

    I never knew my father's wife. Wait — rather, the woman who birthed me. It's very rare for a human to birth a hybrid and live to tell her story. So swearing on my mother's grave came quite easy for me. All I know is she was very, very attractive and my father choose her to be his wife, and others as well. Story has it, he and some of his brothers gathered on the summit of Mount Hermon many days and nights choosing their women like cattle. My uncle Rameel, who they say is usually the quietest of them all, had over 100 wives and over 80 concubines in just a matter of months. His children are in the thousands of thousands, multiplied across the entire earth.

    My father has many, many children and I often wondered if he knows each of us by name. We know his voice, but does he know our voice? I went several years without hearing as much as a whisper from my father. A card in the mail... not his style. An email... wishful thinking. A text... don't hold your breath. That was not the type of father he was. He would never win the Father of the Year award, or be the loudest one cheering at a little league game, or laugh the night away at a father-daughter dance, or tuck you in bed at night; hence, that is not my father's style. However, all his children are healthy.

    Also, it isn't in my father's will for any of his children to struggle in this life, or be poor, or destitute, it is simply not an option. The door leading to the pot of gold can always be opened. It may open a little easier and wider for some of his children; but nevertheless, it can be opened, he wouldn't have it any other way.

    Most of us are fairly easy on the eyes, intellectual in our own right, and most wishes were handed to us on a silver platter, but a daughter needs her father at some point. An uncle, brother, male cousin, or male friend will suffice for a time, but make no mistake... there is no substitution for a father's love, not by a long shot.

    Being an offspring in this age certainly has its ups and downs. Thirty-five percent of me would rather enjoy a utopia life elsewhere, while sixty-five percent wants everything this world has to offer and more, and who has the audacity to tell me I can't have it? The thirty-five percent of course stops me in my tracks, and with this perpetual battle within, it's a wonder I haven't lost my mind.

    I have witnessed a great deal on this earth; granny's 115th birthday party, to the decapitation of cousin Floyd, to the birth of my neighbor's son, Walt; to a one-person game of Russian roulette, to the drowning of the captain of my high school swim team, and the list goes on. I have experienced moments that an ordinary person would never imagine, even on their most inventive days.

    I've laughed loud, I've loved living, and I've lived long, but I will not reveal my age, for a woman deserves some privacy.

    I've enjoyed living... for the most part.

    As quiet as its kept, I am one of the forgotten ones. Pushed over to the side, and left to deal in this world the best way I know how, greatly misunderstood and greatly misguided, but life goes on. As my great, great, great grandfather who sits behind the chains of darkness, in a tomb yet to be disclosed, I imagined if he too, at some point, felt this way. Feeling as though no one cares, struggling to find his place in this life among the rest. Would it have helped if I had blond hair and blue eyes? Would it have helped if I was born male? Perhaps, but who’s to say for sure.

    Many make reference to the privileged Caucasian; however, the luxuries of this world are for anyone to grab; you just have to understand how to play the game, when to play the game, when to out-play the enemy at his game, and when to sit-out a game or two. Life is like a game of Chess. Study and observe your opponent's strategies and you'll win most often, if not every time.

    Back to the question: would it have helped if I was born Caucasian or male? Not necessarily, and probably not. The game of life has no color, and neither do my father's offspring, at least not in his eyes.

    I really can't complain too much. I do have wonderful gifts and abilities. A seer being one of them, discerning of spirits, extra-ordinary hearing and the ability to remote view, just to name a few. I have the ability to heal others; if not, granny would not have lived to be 115-years-old. I sure do miss her. Granny may not be with me physically, but she'll always be with me spiritually. I loved my granny, she was a very shrewd woman, very stylish, but not too flashy. She could always tell when I was having a bad day, or just in a strange way. Lemon drop, she called me, one day you will look toward the stars and this life will make sense. I never fully understood what granny meant; however, I have never forgotten those words.

    Like I said, granny would not have seen 115 years had I not been able to provide my herbal remedies, for it was touch and go with her for years. I knew she wanted to cross-over at the tender age of 80, but I was being selfish. I wanted my granny with me.

    But as I can heal I also have the ability to curse, and I must be honest, I have used the latter more than the former. There’s something orgasmic in seeing fretful events come to pass. But as many of my siblings have said, Never piss off an offspring for it might be your last, and I’ll leave it at that.

    As this age is nearing its end, or as the 7th period approaches, what have I truly accomplished? I don’t own a major corporation, or have millions in the bank. I am not famous nor have I done anything to be written in the history books for future generations. I have healed many, made some laugh, and I've been a shoulder to cry on.

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