Suffer the Little Children

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Preface

The title of this book Suffer the Little Children can be taken two ways. We have seen in this world that mankind has indeed implemented both meanings with full force.

Words over time can often change their definitions. This is what we find with the word ‘suffer’. Today we think of the negative definition of enduring pain, stress or death. However the original meaning was more positive as the verses in Mark 10:14, Matthew 19:14 and Luke 18:16 where this saying comes from.  It means to allow, permit, leave alone-undisturbed.

The Scriptures are very protective of children as we should be, but mankind has abused them from the beginning of time as sacrifices to the gods, slavery for cheap labor, sexual gratification and just plain evil.

We would be well advised to heed the warning of Yahusha in Matthew 18:16 that whoever shall offend one of these little ones which believe in me, it were better for him that a millstone were hanged about his neck, and that he were drowned in the depth of the sea.

Perhaps looking for a loophole, Satanic Ritual Abuse makes sure the little ones they are abusing don’t know about Yahusha and the promise of the Covenant.

Somehow, I don’t think this technicality will help them on Judgement day.

D’Lorah Genders

Chap.1

Gabriel Andrew Thomas, Jr, 5th generation Welshman known as Andy, stood 6 ft. tall with Sam Elliot and Tom Selleck good looks and a moustache that he wore just as well.  He had been born in Grass Valley, California and was in his early 30’s.  Grass Valley is north of Sacramento and dates back to the California gold rush, when it was known as the Boston Ravine.  In Andy’s year of birth, it was considered very small, but by California standards with only a population of 12,934 people, today still ranks as a small city.  Downtown Grass Valley sports the historic Holbrooke Hotel which was built in 1862 and is still in use today.  Grass Valley is part of Nevada County which has a diverse economy; agriculture due to the fertile soil is very important to the area with a burgeoning wine industry as well as all types of manufacturing, including a significant number of high-tech industries.

Andy loved photography, martial arts, technology and women, though not necessarily in that order.  Today he was playing with photography and his new drone.  He was just making some last minute changes to the drone with the hope of getting some incredible photos tonight as the crisp fall air was starting to creep in and this might be the last night he could take the jeep out without the doors and the back open. He loved being able to smell the air as he drove.  Finishing up, he loaded the last bit of gear and headed out, Going to be a great night he thought, which made him smile as he pulled into traffic.

Andy’s dad had been a General in the army, having risen through the ranks because he was a genius with technology, specializing in infrared. He took Sir William Herschel’s discovery and research of infrared radiation and adapted it so the military would have the ability to see at night.  The General as Andy always called him had disappeared years ago, so he didn’t know if he was dead or not, but dad had left him a gift.  Andy had his dad’s natural ability to understand technology and to adapt it; the General had also left him his designs for building a noiseless drone that was smaller than anything the military had as well as being undetectable by anything they had.  In addition the General had left the specs to weaponize it.  His dad never gave that to the military.  Andy had used that technology to build his drone, one that looked like a hobbyist’s drone but with a military aspect minus the weaponized capability. This drone could fly 30,000 ft. high, though legally hobbyist could only fly a drone at a max of 500 ft.

Andy liked to use his drone to shoot pictures, especially at night, which made the infrared handy and allowed him to get interesting shots.  He also liked the quiet of the night and when it was clear he could see the stars which put off infrared light and helped make those one of a kind shots.  Tonight’s destination was the Redwoods in Santa Rosa.  How he loved those magnificent trees, they have the ability to reach 350’ in height and 24’ around and can live 2,000 years.  Imagine the tales they could tell, especially from ancient times as well as the horror they have seen from modern times. 

Andy set up camp, prepared his drone, got his viewer ready and sat comfortably in a chair he had adapted with all the controls and tools at his fingertips.  He powered up the drone and sent it on its way.  He watched as it climbed higher and then turned to his viewing screen to control and watch the progress of the drone.

He loved watching everything that happened at night, what a different world.  He could see the stars tonight, no smog, no lights to obscure the brilliance of the night sky.  As he watched the drone, he caught sight of a spotted owl which is on the endangered species list, so this was a rare sight indeed.  Andy followed the bird’s movement, always breathless at the expanse of the wings, which are 3 ½ feet.

The view was incredible, the redwoods even more incredible from the height he was flying his drone, about 1000 feet so that he was sure he wouldn’t clip one of the redwoods.  The pictures that were being recorded made this night even better. 

He was thinking about bringing the drone back when something on the screen caught his attention.  He was seeing sparks and thinking that perhaps there was a fire about to start, so he turned the drone towards the sparks. The drone flew past the trees to an open area; he brought it down to get a better look at what was going on.

As the drone closed into the area, he saw there were people gathered around what looked like some sort of rock table and the sparks he had seen were coming from a bonfire that was burning nearby. He switched the camera from infrared to regular since the bonfire put off enough light to capture the faces of the people, though Andy knew there was now a tiny blinking light emitting from the camera.  He caught the glint of something shiny in the hand of one of the people standing around the table, whoever it was, was raising it up and as the drone flew closer he could see that it was some sort of ceremonial knife.  Suddenly the hand plunged down onto whatever was on the rock.  Andy sent the drone a little closer and allowed it to hover about 100 ft. above the group and finally saw what the hand had plunged into.

On the rock lay a small baby, who was now bleeding profusely while the people around the table were licking up the blood seeping from where the baby had been stabbed.  Andy was so shaken up that he almost lost control of the drone, and for that moment he let the drone fall so close that the dogs that had been stationed around picked up the inaudible to human sound of the drone and started barking. The light from the camera was now apparent to everyone on the ground.  They were yelling and pointing at it as some men with guns came running over while others quickly secured the perimeter.  Andy finally shook off his fear of what he had seen and pulled the drone up just as the guns were being fired and the dogs were being let go. 

He pushed the drone up to about 5,000 ft. and brought it back to him.  He knew he had to get out of there as quickly as possible.  He didn’t have time to reflect on what he had seen, nor was he foolish enough to think that someone wouldn’t be coming after whoever had been flying the drone.  Thankfully his jeep wasn’t that far away. He quickly broke down all his equipment, threw his gear into the back and tried his best to make it look like he hadn’t been there by covering up his footprints and anything else that might lead them to him. He jumped into the jeep and with his heart in his throat and hands shaking; he started the engine to get the hell out of there.  He had to get to the road as fast as possible and once there decided to go in the opposite direction from the way he had come in.  There was only one road in and out of the area and those with the guns wouldn’t be that far behind.  Andy could hear the dogs barking and they were getting closer; his mind was racing and a mixture of fear and revulsion was flooding his body.  He had witnessed the murder of a baby, he had it on film, and he knew he wouldn’t be left alone.  His only advantage is that at this moment they had no idea who he was.  What the hell had he just stumbled on to?

Chap. 2

California Senator Jason Struck was pissed, this was supposed to have been secret, with elite guards, state of the art technology and satellites watching, nothing should have interfered with this ceremony.  Someone had seen him kill a baby!!!!  Everyone there was in a state of panic, thinking at any moment they would be surrounded by the police.  Finally, the Senator couldn’t take it anymore: Calm down people!!  Nothing is going to happen since all of you here control what could possibly harm us; police, the media, the military!  This is nothing more than an anomaly that I intend to take care of, so get in your cars and go home.  I will let you know what I find out but you need to make sure you are not assuming there is a problem and do something stupid!

The head of security approached the senator: Whatever it was is gone.  We believe it was some sort of drone and appeared to have a camera on it.  My men are now searching the roads to see if they can find whoever was in control of the damn thing.

I don’t care what you have to do, get hold of your contacts in the military and get the satellite footage as well and I want it done ASAP, this must be contained at all cost, screamed the senator.

Jason Struck, senator from California made his fortune with insider trading, land grabs and of course selling his soul. The senator was average height and balding and liked to think of himself as powerful.  He wore tailored Armani suits and thousand dollar shoes with lifts in them, just to make himself taller.  He remembered what he had to do to get this far up the ladder of power and for a moment a contorted look of fear mixed with rage crossed his face as he remembered what would happen to him if anything leaked out to the world.  He reminded himself that there was someone else, much more powerful than he who would have the last word!!

There had been a time when Jason had been a man of conscience, who while in college thought he could right the world of its wrongs and then he found his true mentor.  A man, who has since long passed, told him that the world could never get better unless the population was controlled and that those with his kind of foresight could help redesign the world.  He told Jason he had all the makings of a true leader and could show the people how to make the planet a better place to live.

Jason was thinking back to the meeting that changed his life; talk about being blinded by flattery, promises, and his weaknesses!  He remembered the first party he had been invited too, it sounded great!  An opportunity to meet those who would help get him started on this path as a leader, not to mention rubbing elbows with celebrities.  It was being held at one of those incredible mansions in Bel Air, he could just smell the money and the opportunities!!

It certainly helped being surrounded by all those beautiful women who seemed to dote on him, though he certainly wasn’t a looker, he couldn’t help but immerse himself into everything that was being offered.

It was almost midnight; no-one seemed to be leaving, it felt that the party was finally getting started.  He could almost feel something electric was happening and as he looked around, he could tell everyone else was feeling the same, in anticipation of something.  It was like going to a concert and waiting for the headlining act to finally show up!!

Suddenly the lights dimmed in the big ballroom, everyone stopped talking and as if on cue everyone took a giant breath of air and holding it at the same time, waited for the door to open.  In walks this extraordinary looking man, about 6’5" wearing exquisite clothes and the brightest smile anyone has ever seen. 

Struck felt this man’s eyes on him and couldn’t help but be drawn into him and all he could think about was touching him, the sexual thought about a man startled him to his senses.  He felt his hands trembling and sweat rolling down his face, and yet he couldn’t look away from him.

This mystery man began to speak: Good evening, I would like to welcome everyone here tonight and what an honor it is that you have graced me with your presence in my home.  I know many of you know who I am, but for those who don’t, my name is Lucien Straw.  I know, odd name, odd parents as it were, he smiled and you could hear some laughter in the group.

He continued, I want you to think of me as your answer no matter the question; someone who can make your wildest dreams come true if you so choose. Each one of you were chosen by someone else to be here and that makes you even more special, so welcome, enjoy the party as I will be talking to everyone here individually.  I would like Jason Struck to come up, please.

Jason was taken aback as he heard his name and as the crowd began to clap, he felt himself being pushed up to Lucien.  Once there he shook his hand, it was that touch that suddenly made him feel like he was on fire and he knew then he was in this man’s power and would do anything he asked him to do.

Jason, it’s a pleasure to meet you, I’ve heard a lot about you and that you are going to be a shining star, so let’s go into my office where we can talk and see what I can do to help you accomplish all your dreams and even some you didn’t know you had, said Lucien.

Jason felt he was floating