Windows Into Hell by James Wymore & Michaelbrent Collings Michael R. Seeley Sarah E. Harrison Mette Ivie Butler D.J. Wilburn Jay Adolfson Tonya Peck Steven L. & Baxter

Author:James Wymore, & Michaelbrent Collings , Michael R. Seeley, Sarah E. Harrison, Mette Ivie Butler, D.J. Wilburn, Jay Adolfson, Tonya Peck, Steven L. & Baxter [James Wymore, & Michaelbrent Collings , Michael R. Seeley, Sarah E. Harrison, Mette Ivie Butler, D.J. Wilburn, Jay Adolfson, Tonya Peck, Steven L. & Baxter]
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 9781620071342
Publisher: Curiosity Quills Press
Published: 2016-10-23T16:00:00+00:00

665 years have passed since that day. In all those years, I met up with only one of those seven people again—Bill. I came across two other people however, of the 135 that belonged to Simon’s network. I established my own network of people on the island. There were only 146 of us, although no more than half a dozen were around at any one time. One of them was the Hispanic woman I first met on the island, Cassandra. She had lived her original life in Columbia. Like me and most of the other souls I met, she no longer put any value on who she used to be. The witnessed lives were often better.

In those many years, I had lived as a Confederate soldier in the American Civil War. I experienced life as a woman twelve times. That certainly opened my eyes. I lived one life as the girlfriend of a criminal in 1870s Australia. I endured another as a farmer’s daughter in Elizabethan England, and another as a Mormon pioneer woman in Cedar City, Utah.

Regardless of how much suffering I endured, awakening from a life tortured me much more. After my fifth life, I made it a point to commit suicide at least once after every death. I picked a spot at the peak of the highest cliff on the west side of the island and threw myself off. Sometimes I did it more than once. It didn’t make any difference really. I just woke up on the same detestable beach. Yet, somehow, even that few seconds of escape made me feel a little better.

I only made it off the island once. Flight became possible again for several days a few centuries ago. That time I didn’t waste time chatting with people. I just rocketed at full speed all the way across the ocean. After about a week, I made it to a tropical version of North America where I met people who had known Simon, including Bill. Like me, no one had seen Simon in over 650 years. I explored America for about fifteen years until the Earth opened up one night in Arizona and swallowed me up. Poof! Back on the beach.

It didn’t really mean anything that three people other than me had not seen Simon in so many centuries. With Simon’s years of experience, he likely had mastered the art of jumping from one life to the next. And even if he was on Earth somewhere, the odds of running into him were slim at best.

Today however, Cassandra and I made it to another receptacle together, along with two other guys and another woman. We all wrote the same answer on our cards. I talked them into using the answer Simon had used the time I met him over the ocean. Taking Simon’s advice to heart, we all agreed to be sincere. We spent several weeks preparing for this day, forcing ourselves to believe. I taught the others everything I knew about the religion Simon had written down.