Chapter 1 Origins

After pleading with the Jews for a lesser sentence, Punches Pilot, the Roman perfect ordered the man they called Jesus to death by the cross. He washed his hands of the dead telling the people that the blood of an innocent will be on the hands of the mob.

After Pilot sentenced Jesus to death, the hatred of the people and the malice of the Roman occupation was felt in the streets as the Roman presence marched the perfect sacrifice to the alter of the final offer.

My father who was called  Longinus was enlisted in the armies of Rome as secondary support because he was born blind and combat wouldn’t have ever been the place for him. Longinus’s job was that of a Quarter Master. 

He tended the weapons for his unit, making sure that the swords and other gear were in good repair. My father was happy to serve Rome but the rest of his unit would make fun of him. They would tell Longinus that you can’t call yourself a soldier until you made your first kill. This taunting hurt Longinus deeply for if he was not a soldier then who was he?

Because the Jewish people are extremely lazy on the Sabbath, the condemned would have their legs broken to quicken the suffocating so they could be taken down from the crosses. But when Longinus went to break Jesus’s legs he saw that he was already dead.

My father told his commander that he was already dead and the it is much easier to take him off the cross with his legs intact, so his Superior took a sport and handed it to Longinus. He told him, “You call yourself a soldier earn the right to do so.”

Longinus took the pointed iron rod and thrusted Jesus’s side. Christ’s blood sprayed Longinus’s face healing my father’s eyes. If my father had any doubt as to who Jesus is it left with that moment.

Later that night an angle of the Lord visited Longinus. The angel told Longinus that he would live to see the return of Jesus to this Earth. Many times over the centuries the same angle has come to visit my father, each time to warn him that it was time to move and reinvent his life.

For the past 2017 years, Longinus has lived by several rules to protect himself from the mindless superstitions of the ages. First to keep others from getting suspicious of his age my father would avoid an likeness of him being produced. No sketches, carvings, paintings or photographs have ever existed of my father or his descendants.

After hundreds of times reinventing his life, Longinus Adrian Tempus became known as Bail. Bail settled in on the small island of Corsica, where he was born. Every 40 years or so he would leave for another hundred years. 

My father was warned by the angle who visits him that he would live to see the second coming of Christ.

The Myth of Adrian

Christian legend has it that Longinus was a blind Roman centurion who thrust the spear into Christ’s side at the crucifixion. Some of Jesus’s blood fell upon his eyes and he was healed. Upon this miracle Longinus believed in Jesus. Longinus was also visited the same night by an Angle of God.

The Angle Mike told Longinus that he would live to see the return of Jesus to this Earth. 2017 years later Longinus has had to go by many names and move many times, to avoid the wraff of primitive superstitions.

When my father met my mother he was going by the name Adrian. As the blood of the lamb sprayed his face, Adrian was cursed to walk the earth until Christ would return. His vision returned but with a supernatural clarity. He is able to see into the hearts of Men. He has been changed with the task of keeping the sinful nature of Man in check by drinking the blood of a dark soul. As long as Adrian walks in righteousness and never feeds on the blood of an innocent, he can walk in the daylight.
Still his offspring must choose their own path. Adrian must feed on the blood of Satan’s fallen to keep up his strength. So he is thought to be the first Vampire.

We All Have Our Limitations, But Did You Know That You Can Turn Them Into Strengths?

My entire life I have been told that surrender is never an option. I was 7 years old when my Grandfather toook the time to teach me the most valuable leason of my life. He hung me up by a chin up bar and knowing that I was afraid of hights, he took the stool out from under my feet. Looking back I was only three or four feet off of the ground and I probably would not have been hurt if I had let go. “Grandfather, can I come down?” 

“If you come down, you will be peeling potatoes for a week!” My Grandfather used my hatred for the chore to teach me the lesson. His point was that I could come down at any time as long as I was willing to pay the price. Jesus paid our ransom from the prison of sin. He wanted me to be willing to take responsibility for what I could have control over and be willing to offer up the things I had no control over.

I had to step out of my comfortable safe space and drop to the ground to feel safe on the grownd again. Once I did that I had to watch my Grandfather back up a dump truck filled with potatoes for me to peel. But the reward for paying the price was overcoming my fear of hights while at the same time taking away my Grandfather’s favorite bargoning chip. I started to have fun with the potatoes. With every spud I got faster and I tried to beat my time a little more. What was said to take a week only took a day and a half. My Grandfather smiled and told me that he was “proud of me for learning that the best way to take on a challenge is to meet it head on.” As I said our Savior took on to price for our burdens so we are free to hit the ground running with the conference that our debt is paid.

My friends, I have been the sickest that I have in the last three mounths than I ever was in the 43 years that I have been alive. Then one day I made the decision to just stop feeling sick! Some days are better than others. But if it is time for me to meet our Father in Heaven, then I welcome the opportunity.

The Truth About Control

​Some of the most profound thinkers of human history had to come to the same conclusion, “Man has never been in control.” For a human weapon that is placed on the front-lines of a disagreement over lines on a map, the notion that he has no control over his destiny becomes all to real. I once told my wife about the tumor, we had to embrace the fact that there is so much in our lives that we do not have control over and be grateful that the one who gave us life still has the ultimate control.

No government that is created by men can have dominion over other men unless the men who they wish to enslave gives them the power to do so. Any man who is willing the submit to the elected authority of the masses rather than the will of God is guilty of worshiping false gods and is in violation of the first Commandment. “I am the Lord thy God, you shall worship no other gods before me” (Exodus, 20:3).

By allowing the stress that comes from the many things that we have no control over to be taken from us by the one who gave us life, we are free to heal both our souls and our bodies.

The one thing in a human life that can be thought to be certain is the fact that nothing is certain. The doctor was guessing when he said that I have two years to live. He can’t see what God has planned for me! So I choose to live. Our straingth as human beings comes from our awareness of self that can only be obtained by an acknowledgement of something grater than ourselves. 

One day when I was too sick to even walk straight, my wife, Kansa, called over our Home teachers, she wanted blessings for the both of us for different reasons. At the time I was struggling with my faith as much as I was with my health. During Kansa’s blessing I heard my Grandfather telling me to stay on course and the memory of his childhood lesson came to the front of my mind.

I knew that any choice I made would have consequences and I also knew that it is never enough to just believe in God for even Lucifer knows that God is real. By overcoming any reservations that I had left, I was both willing and able to open my heart and mind to what ever direction the Holy Spirt would guid me.

Nothing the Doctors were trying was working and in a few cases the treatments only made things worse.Kansa was not taking the stress well and her health was being effected as well. Something had to give.

Never Sorender

As I have said before I was raised to believe that to sorender was an act of treason and my Testimony was not growing as long as I keep that conviction. The Savior says that, “it is easier for a camel to walk through any eye of a needle, than it is for a rich man to pass through the gates of Heaven” (Mathew, 19:24). Well that was me.

I wanted to be set in my ways and I did not want to give up many things. The exojesetic interpretation of the metaphor is that in the walled cities of antiquity would have one narrow gate that was just big enough for the camel to fit through. The venders were only aloud to use this gate for security reasons. But to get through the gate the vender would have to unpack the camel bring the camel through and risk the theft of his goods, only to pack up the camel again to get the the market place. It was a big deal but still possible. The gate was commonly reffered to as the needles eye.

Much like the rich man unloading his camle so he an get richer. If we are going to be able to hear the small voice that is trying to guide us, we must be willing to shut out the noises and destractions of the world. I am not perfect but I am finally after 7 years of being a member of the Church of Jesus Christ of Later-day Saints, I am finding that my testimony of the fullness of the restored gospel of Christ’s atonement has given me a strength that I never had before. So if to serender is a sign of weakness then out of my weakness comes my greatest strength. I say this in the name of Jesus Christ, All men shall stand in agreement.