God-awful

The Rote Writer Series

Book 5
Rote Writer Publishing
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Misery loves company and the Magus is miserable.

His demise, compromises all those around him or attached to him. He drags them all down by his own death sentence. It’s his alone; yet, but by the sheer weight of his height held in the Order, all below will end beyond mend. His sentence fences in all who stray his way.

He makes you sign your soul away.

Back in the day, every member of that cult come Order is initiated in almost the same way. Upon completion of the initiation ceremony, the initiate is surprised by the sudden presentation of a black book: crooked like a nook on whoever partook.

The hook is something the Magus or the then Master of the Temple manipulatively manifests unbeknownst to the student upon entry. Writ like a permit, a wry way to comply within his watchful eye. The Master of the Temple upon completion, commits you to submit. It's done without the why within a ceremonial circle. The book is opened. The new initiate is sentenced to sign his or her soul to the script. Something surely not one of them would've done had they known beforehand this be the fee. So sneaky and snake like. Each initiate vetted in the most vulnerable venue. Each given their rue by a slew of Satanists. The devil’s due.

"A gripping true story of how Justim aka Saytim finds a way in and out of a Satanic cult."

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About the author

Author: Tim Zeigdel, born Timmy McGuire February 14, 1963 was adopted at the age of eight when his name changed.

Tim now adopts the penname Rote Writer.

He started writing decades ago after a light inspired him to write his life story.

Tim, since then, has amassed many memoirs written in story form & journals collected in: The Rote Writer Series.

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Rote Writer Publishing
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Published on
Jan 1, 2009
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Pages
200
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ISBN
9780973418422
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Language
English
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Genres
Biography & Autobiography / General
Biography & Autobiography / Personal Memoirs
Biography & Autobiography / Religious
Body, Mind & Spirit / Angels & Spirit Guides
Body, Mind & Spirit / Healing / General
Body, Mind & Spirit / Hermetism & Rosicrucianism
Body, Mind & Spirit / Magick Studies
Body, Mind & Spirit / Mindfulness & Meditation
Body, Mind & Spirit / Mysticism
Body, Mind & Spirit / New Thought
Body, Mind & Spirit / Occultism
Body, Mind & Spirit / Spiritualism
Body, Mind & Spirit / Supernatural
Family & Relationships / Abuse / Child Abuse
Language Arts & Disciplines / Composition & Creative Writing
Language Arts & Disciplines / Publishing
Religion / Agnosticism
Religion / Biblical Studies / New Testament
Religion / Blasphemy, Heresy & Apostasy
Religion / Christian Life / Spiritual Warfare
Religion / Christian Theology / Angelology & Demonology
Religion / Cults
Religion / Demonology & Satanism
Religion / Judaism / Kabbalah & Mysticism
Religion / Paganism & Neo-Paganism
Religion / Psychology of Religion
Travel / Essays & Travelogues
Young Adult Nonfiction / Biography & Autobiography / Religious
Young Adult Nonfiction / Language Arts / Composition & Creative Writing
Young Adult Nonfiction / Religion / Agnosticism & Atheism
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In the middle of the very first night alone, Tim hears an awful sound. Not gnashing, but a gnawing so loud it carries through the wall tent into the caretaker’s cabin. 

Now gnawing on its own, in clear daylight with whomever or whatever visible in the act is acceptable. It doesn’t evoke any imagination. You see it, you believe it, and after acknowledging it you move on or do something about it. Gnawing in the middle of the night; where many a bear rambles and ambles by, even leaving a mark or two... way up on the lodge’s long legs holding up the large deck overlooking the lovely lake—takes on a different sound. A sound that when you wake up to, well into the wilderness, makes you wonder why you talk to yourself… asking and answering questions; 

“What the hell is that?”

“Is it in the cabin?”

“No.”

“Is it just outside the cabin.”

“I don’t think so, but it’s so hard to tell the way sound carry’s out here.”

“Maybe I’ll check.”

“Maybe I’ll just pull the bedcovers up more and hope it goes away.”

Then you hear it again and again, as if whatever is making the noise has no care or concern that first; you’re sleeping, second you would like to go back to sleep, and third you don’t want to be woken up again. 

But the sound doesn’t stop.

“I can’t sleep now… what the hell is that, what makes that kind of sound?”

“Nothing’s trying to get in through the window.”

“Nothing on the raft like deck; I’ll have to step outside and take a look.”

He looks at the thirty-aught-six still sheathed in its scabbard by the door before stepping outside.

Tim's memories of The Yukon bring him back to his past and pave the way to his future.

In Lucifer’s mind, there are legions of demons bound to his will. His will is to unleash the hell humans have created with all their wrongs on earth so that everyone gets their due. His rue shall be done come kingdom come.

His will is to right all wrongs including his own. To return to heaven and to make heaven a place on earth. After all he’s not just the Lord of Hell, he’s also been given dominion over earth.

Heaven would have come down long before had not humans created such a hell on earth. Human population now reaching exponential growth, has in turn churned many more ready to be burned in hell. With so many, hell is now like an overflowing well of worms. There’s no more room. Not even for the likes of Lucifer.

With no room to grow, many are now lost to live in limbo. Imagine a room, a train car; better yet a cave or cavernous vault, with so many people stuffed inside there’s no room to move. Just squirming like worms, like maggoty meat deep in hell’s heat. The stink and stench, the scratching and scraping, the screaming and scheming is sickening.

And this is just limbo... hell is a hell of a lot worse, with the gnashing and biting; faces defaced, clawed raw with the misery, the maw. The worms, the germs, the bacteria and diarrhoea with no sleep or place to keep. The insanity, the lost vanity; the cruel rule of hell’s fuel for all to feel will reel those responsible for their actions.

The popes, priests and pastors in the past responsible for burning witches at stakes now in turn burn in an internal, infernal and eternal hell. The bloody battles, inquisitions and spurious suspicions will now have jurisdiction forever over those responsible.

A perpetual nightmare is what’s to come for those who have done wrong in the name of the Lord.

Those who have killed, maimed in the name of the Lord, for money or for possession now find themselves killed, maimed in the same form or fashion or forever stressed with being obsessed with the emptiness of the need for greed. Those who have suffered others now suffer the same fate. There is no escape, no way to wash away the wrong.

This is what awaits those with ill fates.

Lucifer has no choice but to incarnate to what abates.

There’s no such thing as a clean slate. Only fools think forgiveness leaves them free to go on another killing spree. Those who think the Lord suffered for them sickens Lucifer. Only the damnable would send someone else in their stead to suffer for them. The Lord as Lucifer knows Him now, would be the first one to damn any who would want Him to suffer such a fate for any. The Lord did not pay the price willingly. He sure as shit doesn’t want to spend an eternity so that a rapist, murderer or pedophile can get off scot-free if they just believe in the Lord. The Lord will not suffer anymore sins or for the sins of the world.

Lucifer is on the Lord’s side. He’s seen what humans would have Him suffer. It’s beyond sickening. To think popes, priests and pastors who preach His suffering as something special shows how sadistic the species has become bent on something heaven sent. A religion based on belief is the bane to anything humane.

Who in the world would have created such a scheme but those who have blood on their hands. Those who don’t want to burn in hell. Those well aware of what awaits.

The end to all things are set forth in this novel understanding of the New Testament. The Book of Revelation will not pass according to scripture or rapture but by the laws of the universe. The gradual decline of order along with the culmination of all human behavior will usher in the Apocalypse.

In the middle of the very first night alone, Tim hears an awful sound. Not gnashing, but a gnawing so loud it carries through the wall tent into the caretaker’s cabin. 

Now gnawing on its own, in clear daylight with whomever or whatever visible in the act is acceptable. It doesn’t evoke any imagination. You see it, you believe it, and after acknowledging it you move on or do something about it. Gnawing in the middle of the night; where many a bear rambles and ambles by, even leaving a mark or two... way up on the lodge’s long legs holding up the large deck overlooking the lovely lake—takes on a different sound. A sound that when you wake up to, well into the wilderness, makes you wonder why you talk to yourself… asking and answering questions; 

“What the hell is that?”

“Is it in the cabin?”

“No.”

“Is it just outside the cabin.”

“I don’t think so, but it’s so hard to tell the way sound carry’s out here.”

“Maybe I’ll check.”

“Maybe I’ll just pull the bedcovers up more and hope it goes away.”

Then you hear it again and again, as if whatever is making the noise has no care or concern that first; you’re sleeping, second you would like to go back to sleep, and third you don’t want to be woken up again. 

But the sound doesn’t stop.

“I can’t sleep now… what the hell is that, what makes that kind of sound?”

“Nothing’s trying to get in through the window.”

“Nothing on the raft like deck; I’ll have to step outside and take a look.”

He looks at the thirty-aught-six still sheathed in its scabbard by the door before stepping outside.

Tim's memories of The Yukon bring him back to his past and pave the way to his future.

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