Justice Arises (eBook)

Doug Daugherty (Autor)

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2024 | 1. Auflage
132 Seiten
Bookbaby (Verlag)
979-8-3509-6685-5 (ISBN)

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Justice Jackson, a conspiracy expert who is an overnight host of a talk radio show, and a once accomplished economist, finds himself called by mysterious messages to respond to a threat to his father and foreign nations. Off to rescue his father, he and his friends go, only to find that the situation is much graver than he thought. He goes from Africa to Israel to South Korea, finding himself called to be a prophet in each case. Dark forces try to kill him and destroy his reputation. They learn they must destroy the church, as well. Justice grows in experience and knowledge and God wins. God resists the proud. This conspiracy is true, and Justice finds humility and his newfound calling, the perfect response.

Doug Daugherty is a writer of many genres. A poet, playwright, essayist, songwriter, and novelist he has been writing for over 50 years. A Christian who is called to communicate creatively, Doug can be found most often in the outdoors or studying.

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The nations of the world are being attacked by dark conspiratorial forces to subjugate them to their agenda. Life and death are in the balance. Is there a response? Yes. God raises up a young broken man to intervene. This man is Justice Jackson, a trained, down-on-his-luck economist who works as an all-night talk show host, discussing the latest conspiracies. Divorced and far from his friends, he flies off to Ethiopia to rescue his father, only to find a new chapter in his life has opened. Surprising, even miraculous, events follow as he goes from Africa to Israel to South Korea. Along the way, he is reunited with his former wife and a team of courageous friends. Terrorists, a worldwide evil cabal, and foreign governments try every way to stop him, but there is a more powerful force working to help him succeed. Justice Arises is the first of Prophetic Adventures that will take you around the world fighting against powerful forces who are working to rule the world.

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Denver

Part I

It was dawn in Denver. Justice Jackson2i downed two fingers of Glen Dronach Scotch and tried to sleep. It was his third drink. The radio show, at least the last part, was like a bad memory. It wouldn’t let go.

The first half of the six-hour show, from midnight to 6:00 AM, was routine: UFOs and aliens. But the second half left him wondering. First there was the unusual guest, Dr. Albert Conjunga, former CFO of the multimillion-dollar NGO, World Hunger Action. He had suddenly left the organization to share with the world what was happening to the nations of the earth. He had left a cushy job, his family and, to outward appearances, a humanitarian powerhouse to reveal something that was hidden.

His credentials were impeccable and easily checked. His undergraduate degree in accounting was from the University of Ibadan in Nigeria. His graduate degree in economics was from Harvard, his PhD in macroeconomics from the London School of Economics. His dissertation had focused on third world economies. Then stints with the World Bank and the UN had followed before becoming CFO of World Hunger Action.

The files he sent to the show were authentic. They revealed the massive philanthropy, investments and kickbacks that were subverting the humanitarian cause, agricultural flourishing in Africa, for which he had given his life.

Then there was his voice. His throat had been deeply traumatized in an attack, (or so he said.) He spoke now with a mechanical device, an electronic larynx, a battery-operated machine that produces sound for him to create his voice. The effect seemed like something out of a horror movie yet deeply sincere.

The Zoom call came from somewhere in Europe. It showed a middle aged, dark black man, with pink burn scars on his face. His ears had been burned off. Another large purple scar above his left eye marked him as a victim of some terrible fire. He wore a scarf to hide his throat.

Then there was the topic: a conspiracy to destabilize the agrarian segment of world economies so as to reduce the world’s population of all carbon users. He said the conspiracy was the work of a shadowy group, The Meadow Fund. (The Meadow Fund is one of the investor arms of Reset, the strategic initiative headquartered in Brussels. The activist arm of Reset is led by a shadowy figure known only as “Papa.”)

But Justice struggled to treat the interview as just another show. There was something about it. Conjunga had authority. He was authentic.

Justice couldn’t get one of the comments out of his mind.

“There are extremely wealthy people manipulating our most basic agricultural markets to create a global crisis.”

Most egregious was the work of billionaire philanthropists and investors to alter the course of the world.

Justice turned the interview over in his mind. If anyone could spot a crank, he could. But there were no weak spots. This was the real deal.

His cell phone flashed. It was Ollie, the Technical Producer of the show.

“Justice, we have a problem,” he said.

“What’s wrong?” Justice asked.

“We were hacked last night.”

“Good grief! What did they get? This has happened before.”

“Yeah, I know. But it’s odd. The only thing they seem to have been after was your phone number.”

“My number? Probably another person who hates me.”

“But it’s odd, Jus. I traced the hack to of all places, Ethiopia.”

“Could you tell who it was? Have a name?”

“No. Just an IP address. I know people around the world listen to us…but Ethiopia?”

“My thoughts as well. Well, heads up! I’ll be alert. Thanks for calling.”

“Right. Thought you would like to know. Are you ready for tonight? Big Pharma Is Coming to Get You!”

“You bet. After COVID so many people have lost faith in big pharma. It should be great. See you later.”

“Yeah. See you later at the studio. Bye.”

“Well,” he thought, “We will see what happens. We only have two million listeners and six hours to kill.”

Justice lay on the bed and his thoughts whirled.

How had this interview ended up on his show, Justice Talks? How had he ended up hosting an all-night call-in talk radio program in Denver? The 100,000-watt FM brought him into millions of homes and trucks across the western United States. His sweet spot had become conspiracy theories. He chuckled. You could just about say anything, and all-night listeners ate it up. But the robotic voice of Conjunga and his massive documentation had gotten to Justice.

Justice was 35 years old. He had failed in everything he had done since finishing his PhD: his career, his marriage, and his sanity. The talk show was serendipity after the divorce. His addictions and depression created turmoil in his marriage to Maggie. She had tried hard, but his Old Black Dog wouldn’t let go. Then his Mom had died of cancer. He was an only child.

“She is at home in heaven now.” His Dad, “Zink” (Zachary) Jackson, had offered at the time.

He stretched out and fluffed his pillow. Images of Maggie, his ex-wife, filled his mind. Had she found someone else? He didn’t know. Images of his wife morphed into images of a dark woman. He fought. The old memories pulled him back. What would pull him forward?

His cell flashed. The ID said Addis Ababa. He clicked receive. There was a thickly accented woman’s voice.

“Help us. The hunger is coming.”

He fell into a short sleep. He must have had at least one sleep cycle when he stirred in the morning light. This would never do, he thought. He downed his Prozac and lay down again. Sometime later, he heard a voice, or thought he heard a voice. At first, he thought he was dreaming of his father, “Zink” Jackson. These dreams came and went. Usually, it was like a series of photographs. But this time, he heard a voice, a questioning voice. “Are you there, Justice? Are you there?”

He fell into a deep narcotic sleep and only woke when the alarm rang at noon. Justice made a cup of coffee and sat looking out the window over the Denver city scape, the Republic Center and the Four Seasons Hotel loomed large in the bright summer sun. He sat and thought. How would he focus on this day? He sipped his coffee. He needed to call Abigail, the show’s Executive Producer, and make sure the guest was lined up, do some research and work on his questions. This was Friday so tomorrow he would be free. He ran his fingers through his blonde hair, felt his unshaven face and looked into his coffee. What was that voice last night?

That afternoon, Justice went to the gym. He thought about the hacked number and decided he would check the gun he kept in his car, a Heckler and Koch P30L.

On the way to the studio, he called his Dad. There was a message. “Hi. This is Zink Jackson. I am in Ethiopia. I will be checking my messages. I can’t be reached except by text. Blessings.”

“Ethiopia? Was this some kind of weird coincidence?” thought Jackson. The light turned red. He stopped his silver Porsche 911 and rehearsed his intro to the show. His cell phone buzzed, and he waited. “Justice,” a thick female voice emerged. “We are hungry. Famine is coming. Help us. Your father awaits.” The call ended.

He checked his phone and found he had a text from his Dad. “Famine in the land. We need a prophet.”

“Prophet? Why tell me? Famine?” Justice texted his Dad. “Where are you?” A text came back. “The resting place of the Ark of the Covenant, Aksum, Ethiopia.”

Justice went to the studio and asked one of his researchers to find out about Aksum, Ethiopia, and the Ark of the Covenant. He quickly returned and told him. “Aksum is a small town in Ethiopia. The ancient Jewish Ark of the Covenant holding the 10 commandments and sacred relics is there, at least according to the Ethiopian Orthodox Church.”

This was too close to an Indiana Jones script. His father had gotten involved with some strange people after his Mom’s death. He had used his doctoral education in ancient languages to work on translations of legacy religious texts. Justice’s PhD was in Economics. Justice and his father were on different wave lengths.

And what about the voices? One on the phone and one in his sleep. Ethiopia? The Ark? His father? The words of Conjunga, “A billionaire cabal?” He showered again, pulled on a “Cryptic Conspiracy” T-Shirt, prepped for the show, and talked with Abigail.

“Justice,” she responded, “Maybe you need a break, a vacation. You have been pushing hard for over two years since the divorce. Why don’t you call together the “Old Five” and take a trip? We can handle the show for a couple of weeks.”

That night he texted his Dad and he made reservations to fly to Ethiopia the next day.

“Arriving in Addis Abada Monday, 12:40 on Emirates 723 from Dubai. Help is on the way. Justice.”

The following day, Justice did three important things: he emailed ex-wife, Maggie, texted his four old friends about taking a trip, and did something he had never done before. He opened the Bible his mother had given him on her death bed.

Dear Maggie,

I know we have not talked much in the last year, but I wanted you to know that I am leaving the country for a few weeks.

The last few...

Produkt-Details

• Erscheint lt. Verlag: 29.8.2024
• Sprache: englisch
• Themenwelt: Geisteswissenschaften
• ISBN-13: 979-8-3509-6685-5 / 9798350966855