Children of the Source by Geoffrey Condit Read Free Book Online Page A

Before him came a great vision of the future of the planet, its needs and potentials.  So he made a vow to the Creator that he would stay and use his abilities to bring the planet to the point of its greatest potential.  He has had many lives.”
        “Is this Christ?” Carson leaned forward on his desk. “There are legends he has come many times.”  
        “No.   This is an entity who has evolved into one of the custodians for this planet.  The entity is here now reincarnated as a man.  He will guard his identity.  He has kept his vow.  We are moving into this time of greatest potentials.”
        “And who are you, Jamie?”
        I smiled.  “Just a generic man who walked through a door the Creator Within opened for me.  Everything else followed.”
        “What of these aliens?   How will they deal with us?  I’ve already notified Western Command.”
        I got up and stretched.   “Our biggest problem is ourselves.  Our leaders and others who act in fear.  The aliens will not create a problem.  They might go elsewhere if we make poor choices.  But that is up to you, your staff, your soldiers, and others who come from Western Command.  They will send a senior civilian bureaucrat.  He might be a handful.”
        Carson swore under his breath.   “All I need.”
        “Look,” I said, “you’re known as reliable, competent, and one of General Jagger’s favorite people.”
        Carson snorted.  “Favorite people.  God, that man never had a favorite in his life.  If I’m one of his favorite people, that’ s a mystery to me.”
        I smiled. “He has his own set of problems.   You’ll be his man here.”  I bent forward.  “Look, we know about Luke.”  He jerked as though struck.  “You think  it’ s over and your son is no more.  What happened to O’Banion is meant to show you physical death is not the end.  You will dream that Luke is alive and communicate with him.  Physical death is not the end.”
        A sharp whistle cut the air.   “Troop train,” bawled the lookout.  We could hear the commotion outside.  The buzzer sounded on his desk.  Carson stared at me his face a welter of grief and possibility.
        “Luke lives still.”
        He shook himself, took a ragged breath, and punched the intercom. “Yes?”
        It was Colonel Deckart. “Maybe it’s the two battalions General Jaggers promised ... ”
        Will Carson turned red.  His voice, a lash, cut Deckart off.  “If I had everything that bastard promised me, I’d have a damned brigade, and enough supplies and equipment to keep some semblance of order out of this nightmare.  Have a company of men sweep and secure the area.  Oh, yes, have the hangman get a body bag and turn over Mr. O’Banion to Jamie.”
        “Yes, sir.   Right away.”
        Carson looked at me steadily.   When he spoke his voice ached with what seemed all the years he’d spent as Military Governor.  “How much longer is all of this going to go on?”  I could see he was thinking of his slain son, and beloved deceased wife, Linda.
        “This is the beginning of the end, Will.”   I could sense his grief, anger, but also  his iron will, and deep belief in his duty and purpose.  “A certain Major Derek Randolph is coming in on this troop train.  We grew up together.”
        “I knew that he was from here, not that you knew him.   I badgered Command to get him.  He has a reputation welled earned.  I have his promotion to full bird on my desk.  He’s my new deputy.  Deckart is headed back on this troop train.”
        “Come out to Cheshire with him, Will.   There is a new load of fuel for your Command chopper coming in on the train.”
        Carson raised his angry eyes to the ceiling and gave a great sigh.   “They promised that two years ago.”  I think the fuel was more of a happy accident than anything else. 
        “You’ll be