LEGACY JOURNAL OF WINSTON RAYNE
Midnight - Apr. 4, 1969
I cannot sleep. Lord! I cannot believe that the hunt might be over. It seems that half my life has been spent in the search for the sepulchers. Can it be that this will be 1 down & 4 to go? I feel it�s pull even now. Perhaps, at last, I shall meet one of the �bene-ha-Elohim� - one of the �Sons of God� - face to face. Give me the strength to subdue him. I shall force him to tell me how to destroy his profane brotherhood. I shall have answers to all my questions. Have they seen the face of God? Why did they choose to rebel? Was it only pride? Was it that, in their arrogance, they could not bring themselves to obey the command to teach man & to bow down before him? Was it lust for the daughters of Cain? Or is there something more that God does not want us to know? More than what Eve learned from that apple? Is good & evil all a sham? Are they the same? Are we God�s toys, or Satan�s? Or are we the pawns in some obscene chess game? I must be certain, but to be certain, I must know the whole truth. But what if the whole truth brings no answers - nothing but more uncertainty. No! I must believe that the eternal battle between light & dark is a just one that will be won. Perhaps, I�ll be able to rid the world of one of the Hydra�s evil heads, & by this time tomorrow I shall know the answers. Please, let me find the strength.
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