I am leaking out the prologue to my next book, which remains untitled at this point. It is a fictional novel about a “blended” family’s attempt at survival in a world wide crisis. It does, however, tie in to the themes explored in my book “The Contract On The Government.” You can help me crowd fund this project by simply ordering a copy of “The Contract On The Government.” In doing so, you get a book that has been acknowledged by Gov. Sarah Palin and it will help me in presenting this new work to publishers by proving people read my work. I have added the link to my web page at the bottom. If you are a christian and a patriot, these are two books I think you will want on your shelf. Also, you can help by “sharing” this with your facebook friends.
Thanks and God Bless,
Uncle Ralph died two days ago. It was my decision not to bury him until this afternoon. That decision had nothing to do with me not being able to let go of the man who was all but my natural father. Rather, I couldn’t conceive of putting him in the ground before we could totally be sure he was dead. While, in my heart I knew he was gone, I wasn’t going to inter someone who might simply be suffering from a deep coma and could wake up with 6 feet of dirt between him and air. Actually, that burial tradition started before, but it was especially important for Ralph.
We kept Ralph’s body in his cabin which was built by his late father, his body resting on a piece of plywood and wrapped in his favorite comforter until this morning when Mustapha and I built him a coffin; Jon dug Ralph’s grave out near the Pass. We knew this morning the score, rigor mortis had set in on his body and it was clear our Ralph had gone on to meet his maker. We cut the boards just like Ralph had shown us to do last year and used nails that he himself had forged using scrap metal from one of the cars that no longer worked. Ralph went into the ground nearby the gold cross he once dared anyone to try and steal.
The ceremony was simple. There were no tears. I think over the past year and a half that all us in the Alleluia Community have cried so much that there simply isn’t enough moisture in our ducts to cause tears any longer. But, maybe that’s not it. In my heart, I miss Ralph deeply, and if it weren’t for him, we would all be dead right now. As we lowered him into the ground, my thought was that he finally had a chance to thank his God for giving him the wisdom to save his family and many others from the excesses that mankind created. Instead of tears, that thought brought a smile to my face. It was the same smile that was on the face of Ralph when I found him in his bed dead.
Now, things are up to me and I am no Ralph Chennalt.
Ralph was always a different sort. For years, I thought of him as a bit the kooky retired uncle. However, he was the kooky uncle who would sit at the edge of the dock and mutter “here fishy, fishy” and suddenly had a tug on the line before the rest of us could roll our eyes at his whispers. He was deeply devout and as I write this, I can say that before the great calamity struck, I did not believe in Ralph’s God. I guess that now I am at a point where I not only believe in the God Ralph spoke of constantly, but now I desperately need to get my own line of communication to Him. Now, it is up to me to lead this community and I don’t think that I can do it without some divine guidance.
I know that he wanted to be buried with his Bible, but I couldn’t do it. How could that Bible be with Ralph if his spirit was in heaven? No, I took the Bible out of his cabin and placed in my own. That book is just the sort of tangible evidence future generations need to see. The future generations can read the hand inscribed notes in the margins and know that this man really existed.
It is a bit ironic to me that we received the first radio communication in all this time on the evening after Ralph’s death. The AM frequency we picked up was garbled. It seemed to be coming from Nashville, but I’m not totally sure. The message that came over the receiver both cemented our worst fears and gave us hope at the same time. There are other communities out there and some have figured out a way to restore electricity enough to power a radio station. The other side is that what we just went through was not just a small power loss that caused a regional chain reaction, but a global storm that brought down the entire world as we had known it.
Comparatively speaking, we were a large community of survivors and we faced no predators. The Nashville station was warning about contact with bears. We hadn’t seen a bear in months, but apparently what was left of the cities had a problem with predatory wildlife.
After laying Ralph to rest, me and the boys held a chat. We decided since we now know that we aren’t completely alone that maybe it is time to start attempting to rebuild some semblance of a society. Our numbers have grown and there are children here who have gone without schooling for well over a year. We committed to building a school house and Martha, Jon’s wife, is going to be the teacher. We have a lot of books here already, but I am going to strike out in the wagon tomorrow morning and head out to the old Lincoln County library to try and find books on history, math and science. I doubt the library was eyed by any of the looters, I just hope the roof has held up and the books are still readable. Our goal is to bring the farming communities that are out there around us closer together. We know of a bunch of people now.
It was after the meeting that I got it in my mind that I should start documenting what we have gone through over the past six seasons. So much has happened, yet we have been so focused on survival that none of us has thought much about the future. Now, we need to think about the future and of our babies. The kids need to know that life only becomes futile if you make it that way. They need to understand that as a collective people, we brought the great calamity onto ourselves. Sure, it was the Sun that caused the collapse, but we as a group, a global group, set down foundations made in sand and it only took 48 hours to destroy 200 years of progress. It was the Sun that ultimately destroyed everything we had known, but it was also the Sun that saved our little group and others like us. Perhaps, our babies will grow up with a mind not to repeat the mistakes of the past. Just maybe, they will finally break the cycle that has happened over and again in human history. Perhaps, our kids will learn to balance greed and lust and treat both like we do the seasons of harvest and lean.
In writing this all down and thinking over the events that really started about five years ago, I feel comforted that Uncle Ralph is looking over my shoulder and helping guide my thoughts to remember things in precise detail. After all, up to a short while ago, I thought of our survival as being the consequence of several very lucky coincidences. Had it not been for my miserly ways, we would not have electricity here today. Were it not for chance encounters, our situation would have been far different. I always thought of chance encounters to be just that; that of not fate but lottery.
After the chaos took place, I mistook our fortune in the situation as being a bit of dumb luck.
Ralph, on the other hand, gave the credit to God. I scorned that notion once, but I do not any longer. Too much has happened to make me think otherwise. There is a God, just a very different one than we have always been lead to believe is there directing the show.
In my mind, writing all of this down may give me some kind of absolution so that the communication lines between God and myself may become as strong as they were between him and Ralph. This I honestly pray.
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