Navigator, Chapter 20 – A Sunday Story

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**WARNING, GRAPHIC CONTENT in the first segment **

And inside Baphomet’s three-horned goat mask, Isabella saw what looked like his eyes rotting in their sockets.

Suddenly, out of nowhere still inside the goat mask, there was a crow perched atop the bridge above Baphomet’s eye sockets.

Instantly, as the crow landed inside Baphomet’s goat mask…

…the crow would pluck out each eyeball. Congealed humanoid blood, optic sinew strings dangled as the crow gobbled whole Baphomet’s eyeballs one at a time. The cycle repeated in seconds in the blink of an eye.

Inside the gaping eyesockets in a brief instant, they were visible what looked like human bodies trying to escape the “empty” plucked eye socket.

The bodies rotted in an instant as Baphomet’s eyes were plucked out. The bodies oozed, perhaps thousands of individual bodies mingled rotting, and entwined like “brains.” Their mouths gaping wide and frozen in terror at their sudden and repeated purification cycle.

Then the gaping mouths inside Baphomet eye sockets seemed to try to scream, but Isabella heard not a sound for Baphomet’s goat head mask “contained” their torment.

These hundreds or thousands of souls, now writhing in the dark abyss of Baphomet’s skull — Isabella surmised —were perhaps many who had sold their souls to evil, discovering too late their eternal misstep.

The cycle of putrid oozing eyeballs and decaying bodies repeated in seconds. Each event was heralded by the single crow, which seemed to have feathers covered in bird dung and “feet” of snakeheads with goats horns in their mouths, acting like “claws” for the crow’s feet.

[End of graphic content…]

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Isabella’s chest heaved.

She was glad she had had nothing to eat for the past three days. Her forced fast had given her stomach scarce little to expunge.

Isabella swallowed hard…and breathed deeply inhaling and exhaling until her nausea passed.

She steadied herself with the massive gold links in the chain around Baphomet’s neck. His six-meter-tall body still swaying violently, he tried unsuccessfully to swat her off his chest.

Isabella pulled her flaming sword (which she carried about in her half-human half-angel bloodstream) from Baphomet’s neck puzzled at her lack of success with the flaming sword with this particular foe.

She had dispatched similar enemies (demons) with ease with just one blow of her flaming sword.

Then, Isabella lept with a backflip from Baphomet’s writhing chest and landed beside Metty her guardian angel, who had been wounded by a blow from Baphomet’s gilded gauntlet’s right hand.

“Come Metty we gotta go now…!”

Groggy but still with his wits about him Metty said…

“Ouch, ouch, ouch, ouch, the bugger stabbed me in the back. How typical of His Evilness (Baphomet).”

“So, Navigator,” Metty continued “… you have news, I see. When you say “go”— you mean your kind of “travel” through the slice of time and space over which you have control? So where to?”

“Back to Earth my time but somewhere secret and very public, I’m afr_”

Isabella’s words were interrupted by a large wood projectile courtesy of the severed boardroom table in their present “accommodations” in Shangri-la.

Baphomet hoisted the massive table leg like a bat. Flexed his gigantic arms, levitated large pieces of the table, and swatted them like hitting a fastball at Fenway Baseball Park in the bottom of the ninth. Or, hitting for “six” at The World Test Championship Cricket Finals just before the Tea break.

Isabella ducked and rolled. Metty clearly no worse for wear from his stab wound, spread his wings to shield them both from the table fragments projectiles coming in fast on their position.

“So let’s make a big show of our exit so that he feels we are running scared. He will follow us through time and space, I am sure of it. He wants the flaming sword. And he seems to want to know it’s secret (how it materializes from my blood).”

“Okay,” Isabella continued, “…on the count of three, Metty!”

“Wait, wait, wait…is that the three count that is actually one and then we go, or is it the: one, two, three, like for-real “three” count, and then we go?”

“Oh, don’t make me start laughing…just count with me Metty…”

…said Isabella smirking sideways at Metty (in her heart, though she was thrilled that his injuries were not serious.)

“Wait, wait, wait…” interjected Metty once again.

“So have you figured it out? I mean your present erhm uh…sort of losing battle with Baphomet thus far? Sorry about that kiddo I have to say it like it looks…and it’s not looking too good on our end eh?”

Meanwhile…

Baphomet prepared to lob another volley at the two with the leg of the boardroom table in Shangri-la. Serving it up like Djokovic at Wimbledon, Baphomet slammed bits from the demolished table top at Isabella and Metty still under cover of Metty’s wings, in a merciless torrent.

Isabella ducking and rolling on the ground out of the way of bits and bobs of debris replied…

“Yes, I have figured out why I will never beat him (Baphomet) with the flaming sword…”

“…the flaming sword does not work on humans…

The books of old tell us that Baphomet demanded “offerings” and was worshipped as a god;

What those ancient texts failed to mention and what I have only just discovered from the flaming sword’s ineffectiveness is…

Baphomet is/was human!”

“Furthermore…” Isabella continued;

“He “carries” within his goat mask, a host of human souls. Therefore, the flaming sword will not banish him…and he knows that, obviously.”

“Ah! hence your travel plans,” Metty replied.

“Yes. If I run or act like I am running, I suspect he will follow. I know a place created long ago deep underground. It was created by God, chiseled by his divine will, and locked by magic. If I can lure Baphomet there we can seal him in for good.”

“The ancients including some of my ancestors were ordained to help build the “prison.” They left markers on the surface of the “prison’s” location in case it was ever needed by future generations.”

“What is this place and where is it?”

“It is a place, my ancestors from another dimension and time, named “Eve’s Calendar” but it is more commonly known in modern times…

…as Stonehenge.

***To be continued next week***

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Previous Chapters:

Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6 Chapter 7 Chapter 8 Chapter 9 Chapter 10 Chapter 11 Chapter 12 Chapter 13 Chapter 14 Chapters 15 & 16 Chapter 17 Chapter 18 Chapter 19

Published by Suzette Benjamin

Positive thinker, inspirational, writer, faith

63 thoughts on “Navigator, Chapter 20 – A Sunday Story

  1. 👁Isabella saw what looked like his eyes rotting in their sockets.👁

    Oh my goodness, what a gruesome sight

    “Their eyes will rot in their sockets, and their tongues will rot in their mouths.”

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  2. 👁the crow would pluck out each eyeball. Congealed humanoid blood, optic sinew strings dangled as the crow gobbled whole Baphomet’s eyeballs one at a time. The cycle repeated in seconds in the blink of an eye.👁

    Unspeakable horror !!
    And it is the crow and the raven
    Or the extreme and unrelenting duties of the vulture.

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  3. 👁Inside the gaping eyesockets in a brief instant, they were visible what looked like human bodies trying to escape the “empty” plucked eye socket.👁

    Just no place to hide
    Those birds are coming to fetch you.

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  4. 👁but Isabella heard not a sound for Baphomet’s goat head mask “contained” their torment.👁

    Utter damnation
    The horror of screaming
    And mental torture
    Of never being heard.

    On the otherhand
    I just read recently of an activist in Iran condemned to be hanged
    The torture was so severe
    He collapsed into a coma
    This happens today, in some of the most violent sin structures in the world.

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  5. 👁Isabella surmised —were perhaps many who had sold their souls to evil, discovering too late their eternal misstep👁

    Fatal blunders, absolutely heartbreaking; eternal damnation

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  6. 👁Each event was heralded by the single crow, which seemed to have feathers covered in bird dung and “feet” of snakeheads with goats horns in their mouths, acting like “claws” for the crow’s feet.

    [End of graphic content…]👁

    A master of description and definition, thank you.
    The eternal torture is unbearable

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  7. 👁Ouch, ouch, ouch, ouch, the bugger stabbed me in the back. How typical of His Evilness (Baphomet).”👁

    Lol, a bit of tragic comedy relief. Trust Metty.

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  8. 👁Baphomet hoisted the massive table leg like a bat. Flexed his gigantic arms, levitated large pieces of the table, and swatted them like hitting a fastball at Fenway Baseball Park in the bottom of the ninth. Or, hitting for “six” at The World Test Championship Cricket Finals just before the Tea break.👁

    Classic!!! Just when they thought it safe
    True Baseball and Cricket have their similarities

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  9. 👁Wait, wait, wait…is that the three count that is actually one and then we go, or is it the: one, two, three, like for-real “three” count, and then we go?”

    “Oh, don’t make me start laughing…just count with me Metty…”👁

    This is a talent. Not many can hold their nerve and still crack a joke

    👁So have you figured it out? I mean your present erhm uh…sort of losing battle with Baphomet thus far? Sorry about that kiddo I have to say it like it looks…and it’s not looking too good on our end eh?”👁

    Oh my goodness, Metty used that lingo and called her kiddo 😳? WOW!!

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  10. 👁Baphomet prepared to lob another volley at the two with the leg of the boardroom table in Shangri-la. Serving it up like Djokovic at Wimbledon, Baphomet slammed bits from the demolished table top at Isabella and Metty still under cover of Metty’s wings, in a merciless torrent.👁

    Under heavy public scrutiny and press reviews
    One cannot however deny his brilliance and then at his age.

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  11. 👁Yes. If I run or act like I am running, I suspect he will follow. I know a place created long ago deep underground. It was created by God, chiseled by his divine will, and locked by magic. If I can lure Baphomet there we can seal him in for good.”👁

    Chiseled by his divine will, reminds me of Romans 12 2., by the renewing of the mind.
    That’s a wonderful affirmation and I just had to insert it here.

    She knows her ancient book for sure.

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  12. 👁It is a place, my ancestors from another dimension and time call “Eve’s Calendar” but it is more commonly known in modern times…

    …as Stonehenge.👁

    On the flipside, it feels like a place of healing, endowed with feminine energy

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  13. This chapter is a thriller, a horrific one.

    It’s so true certain secrets and mysteries are revealed to those who are able to stomach them.

    Isabella is that chosen one.

    👏👏👏. Brilliant portrayals of the gruesome, torture and damnation!!

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    1. Thank you for your wonderful and gracious appreciation. Yes some can stomach the vicissitudes of a multitude of sins plagued upon humanity and not allow the sight of such things to affect their love, strength or power.
      Happy Sunday. Love, light and peace to you!

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  14. oh my goodness Suzette..

    “Inside the gaping eyesockets in a brief instant, they were visible what looked like human bodies trying to escape the “empty” plucked eye socket.”

    This is a thriller. I’m not much for blood and guts .. but i know love is on it’s way.. ha ha💞

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