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Daughters of Men is a supernatural adventure that follows the two main characters from Image of Jealousy, the author’s first book: Jack and Diana McLauchlan.

When Angelic beings entrust Jack with a prolific message for the world he and Diana must battle against an evil demon and supernatural forces that threaten the end of time.

 Throughout the centuries a line of chosen women with special powers given by God reveal themselves, as many bible prophecies start to come true the battle between good and evil climaxes beneath an ancient monastery in Italy.

 

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ISBN: 978-1-922229-01-4  
Format: Paperback
Number of pages: 264
Genre: Fiction

Cover: Clive Dalkins

Author: Charles W. Simpson
Publisher:
Zeus Publications

Date Published: 2013
Language: English

 

About the author

CHARLES SIMPSON was born in the north of England in 1948. The son of a builder, Charles initially followed his father into the building trade.

At thirty-five he studied ministry for three years and wrote several studies, was involved in missionary work in England, Scotland and with the Humanitarian Aid to Israel from England and Savannah, Georgia and he ministered in England for three years in a large well-known denomination.

On arriving back in Australia, he lived on his boat, writing songs and poetry whist continuing with his speaking engagements. After touring for a season on his motorcycle, Charles and his wife instigated a charitable event called ‘The Walk of Faith’ which involved Charles and his family walking from Toowoomba to Brisbane to raise funds for Palliative Care and Cancer Research, having recovered from cancer himself.

Charles has written secular and religious songs and performed them accompanying himself on guitar at several events nationally and overseas.

He has been married for over forty-eight years and has five children and fifteen grandchildren and four great-grandchildren, life is never dull.

Charles is currently on a writing holiday with his wife, touring Australia. 

By the same author

Image of Jealousy

CHAPTER 1 - part sample 

 

In his mother’s tropical garden, behind her house overlooking Moreton Bay, Jack McLauchlan sat with his mum on the patio. They sat under the shade of an ancient Moreton Bay fig tree while the shadows lengthened.

A nurse in a white uniform stood to one side at a discreet distance, reading a letter which she had received in the morning mail. She dabbed at her eyes with a lace handkerchief and frowned as she gazed over to the islands a short distance across the sparkling waters.

‘Is everything alright, Barbara?’ Jack asked. ‘You seem upset.’

She sobbed, ‘Yes, Mr McLauchlan, it’s just a problem at home in England, with my brother.’

She paused and folded the letter placing it in her top pocket, which also held her nurse’s watch.

‘He has fallen in with a bad crowd, I’m afraid, and it’s causing him problems with the authorities.’

‘I’m sorry to hear that, Barbara, I really am. If you would like to go up to your room for a while, I’ll sit with Mother until you feel better.’

Jack had one of his rare opportunities to enjoy a time of relaxation and had spent a wonderful period chatting with his mum, who had become frail in her older years. She was now in need of constant medical care at her home. They had talked about the past, present and future and most of the family members, as they relaxed in the calming embrace of nature.

Mrs McLauchlan senior was quite fit for her age, which was, she admitted, close to eighty-six years, but her heart had begun to give her trouble and Jack wasn’t willing to take chances with her well-being.

 If not for the cool sea breeze off the bay, the tropical Queensland heat would be intolerable. Locals automatically gravitated towards the shade and even in the towns one could see cars parked in crazy places and at all angles, to take advantage of even a square metre of shade. Wide-brimmed hats and white zinc-creamed flesh were the order of the day now; no more the sun-bronzed Australian image of the 1950s and 1960s. The government had put paid to that with constant educational (brainwashing, in some opinions) advertisements on television and elsewhere. A generation of new Australians who were frightened of everything, including the sun, the dark, fast cars, powerful motorcycles, rising sea levels, fragile bones, guns, war, big ships, small boats, and smoking.

These same people looked to super-sensible government, crumple zones and Hollywood magazines to keep them safe, and those who ruled them liked it that way. They would accept almost anything from a Prime Minister as long as he was pleasant on television and didn’t spend too much on overseas flights. It wasn’t a necessity for the Prime Minister to believe in God; as a matter of fact, it was probably an advantage that he or she did not.

Australia was not included on the world-wide list of nations which considered themselves Christian and was now governed primarily by secular selfishness. It used to be a Christian nation, until someone decided we should change to suit people of other religions who were fortunate to find a home here.

That was before people got frightened of everything, including standing up for what’s right, and placed a Prime Minister’s ideals in the place where God’s truth should be. Ultimately, we receive the government we deserve, and to hell with the consequences.

Such was the substance of Jack’s daydreams as he sat in the presence of his sleeping mother. He and his friend, Lloyd Townsend, presently at home on his farm near Cranborne, Dorset, in England, had recently recovered from the action-packed speaking tour in which Jack raised the question publicly: ‘What has happened to us?’ During this tour, in which he compared the great nations and leaders of the past with the ones we see presently, he had incurred the wrath of many dangerous groups, even in his own land, by daring to suggest our nation may be healthier if our new leaders were influenced by the loving God instead of ego.

As he dozed, he was vaguely aware of the buzz of a helicopter – or was it a boat? He reluctantly roused himself and glanced at his new Tissot watch. It had been given to him recently by the Energy Minister of Israel, ‘Wildman’ Moshe Solomon, in appreciation of Jack’s help in a recent adventure they had shared.

I’ve been asleep for almost an hour, he mumbled sleepily to himself. He stretched and stood up, walking over to where his mother lay peacefully on the garden lounge. If it hadn’t been so late in the day, he would have left her to sleep, but he gently touched her on the shoulder, at the same time noticing a spot of blood on the side of her neck. Jack’s heart jumped in his chest.

‘Mother! Mother, wake up.’ He saw no response but noticed she was cool to touch. ‘Mother!’                                         

Jack swept his mother into his arms as a child would a doll and ran towards the house. ‘Barbara, come here quickly!’ he shouted urgently.

The nurse didn’t answer, but Jack’s wife Diana, who was nearby, replied, ‘Jack, what’s wrong?’

‘It’s Mum, I think she’s dead,’ he said flatly. ‘Put her on the bed, Jack,’ said Diana.

‘Barbara!’ Jack shouted angrily. ‘Where the hell is that nurse?’

Jack gently lowered his mother onto her bed, and almost sobbed as the air escaping from her lungs caused her to make a slight groaning noise.

‘I can’t find her anywhere,’ called Diana from the other room. As she entered her mother-in-law’s room, she saw her husband vainly trying to resuscitate his dear mother and it almost broke her heart.

‘I’ve called the ambulance and I’ve left a message on Claude Czepl’s mobile phone.’

‘Good,’ Jack breathed as he pushed as gently as he could on his mother’s frail chest, with a measured beat.

Diana touched him softly on the arm and after a few minutes she whispered,’ I think you can stop now, dear.’

‘No, I must keep trying,’ he replied, without raising his head.

‘I think she’s gone, Jack. Look out of the window, in the garden.’

Jack jumped to his feet and looked into his mother’s garden.

He saw a young lady who looked like his mother, walking and talking among the shrubs, with a tall, powerful-looking creature. He knew this to be an angel, as he had seen them before, not long ago.

‘Mother,’ he called out, as he stood at the window, with his arm around Diana.

The two in the garden paused and Jack and Diana began to weep as they watched the unfolding scene below them in the garden.       Jack’s father, accompanied by two more angelic beings, appeared near an old garden shed which his father had built. Jack was just a boy, mostly getting in the way, when he helped his dad build it. His father had been a good man, Jack remembered, a good father, and his thoughts trailed away as he smelled the beautiful perfume in the garden. It was even sweeter than his mother’s night-honeysuckle bushes scattered around her garden, and Jack remembered this perfume being present at other times when he had found himself in the presence of angels.

‘What a gorgeous perfume,’ Diana whispered. The group in the garden looked towards the window and one of the angelic beings beckoned Jack and Diana to join them in the evening twilight, as a light swirling mist began to gather.

They glanced at each other and made their way downstairs and into the garden. As they neared the group, Jack started jogging towards his mother and father, causing one of the angels to step in and stop his progress abruptly.

‘Jack.’ The angelic being spoke his name as he stepped into Jack’s path. ‘It’s me, I am Melani.’

Jack was only a couple of metres from his parents but he stopped in his tracks at the power of the angel’s voice. ‘Focus please, Jack.’

‘Melani,’ Jack whispered, looking up into the angel’s gentle lavender-coloured eyes. ‘Whenever I’m close to you, I know all will be well,’ he said, as Diana took his hand from behind.

‘Diana,’ Melani the angel spoke, smiling. ‘I am so pleased to see you again.’

Though Diana was shaking, she smiled at him in response. The air was warm around her.

Melani turned his gaze back to his old friend. ‘Jack, you may speak with your parents but you must not touch them – not yet.’

‘Yes, Melani, I remember now,’ said Jack, turning to face his mother and father. Jack, and to a lesser degree his wife, Diana, had been involved with the angel Melani a couple of years ago in a life-and-death struggle brought on by Jack’s international conferences. He was pushing for Christian authority in all forms of government, in Christian lands.

Though Jack was familiar with these angelic meetings, he was also shaking. His theory was, when humans came into contact with the power of the angelic or supernatural realm, this raw energy was too much for the mortal body to cope with. Hence, shaking was the result. Not many of his fellow theologians disagreed with him.

His mother spoke first and for some reason, Jack made a point of looking at his watch. She said, ‘Jack, Diana, please don’t be upset at my passing, it was very peaceful and I’m so happy now.’

‘You look so young, Mother, and look at you, Dad, you look like a young man. I miss you both so much already.’

‘We love you both very much. You know love never dies,’ said his mother, ‘and soon we will be seeing other members of our family that have passed over.’

‘Son, I’ve been with them this short while, waiting for your mother,’ said Jack’s father. ‘You must listen closely to Melani as he brings you a message from our Heavenly Father concerning things which will come to pass soon, sooner than the world thinks.’

Melani spoke again. ‘They must go now, Jack, because the real purpose of this meeting is for me to speak to you about your enemies.’

 ‘But …’ Jack began to speak but Melani held up his hand, as his mother and father disappeared from view with the other angel. ‘Don’t worry Jack, they are, as you people are fond of saying, in a much better place.’

The air was electric, almost sizzling, and Jack looked around to make sure he was still in his mother’s garden. He took Diana’s hand in his. They were both still shaking, though the mist was warm.

‘Jack and Diana, please close your eyes. I’m going to replay the time of your mother’s passing in your minds,’ said Melani. ‘I’m sure you’ll be surprised but don’t be afraid, fear is your enemy.’

‘Will this be like Mr Spock’s mind meld?’ asked Jack, smiling at Melani. Diana kicked Jack in the leg.

‘Very funny, Jack,’ said Melani, laughing in such a way that it shook his powerful body. ‘It’s a television show, right?’

‘Yes, I couldn’t resist saying that,’ Jack replied.

Jack and Diana laughed with their supernatural friend. ‘What? An angel can’t laugh?’ quizzed Melani. ‘Now close your eyes,’ he repeated.

‘I might fall over. If I close my eyes for very long I get dizzy,’ said Diana apologetically.

‘Sit down if you wish,’ said the angel, indicating garden chairs close by. ‘Another fall we don’t need.’

They all sat together, where Jack had been sitting earlier. Jack and his wife closed their eyes and waited for this strangely natural, supernatural replay, to take place. They held hands.

‘Are you expecting anyone?’ asked Melani.

‘The ambulance and the police,’ replied Diana.

Melani shook his head. ‘Oi vey, never mind, we have time enough,’ he said.

Through closed eyes, Jack saw himself asleep in his chair, with his mother asleep on the garden lounge near him. Barbara, the nurse, stood nearby, carrying what appeared to be hypodermic needles in her hand. Diana, seeing the same, squeezed Jack’s hand.

Glancing back to the house, the nurse stepped behind a trellis of bougainvillea which was in brilliant blossom. Jack didn’t notice the blooms; as he watched the nurse, who had her eyes fixed on him, walk closer to the elderly lady.

He didn’t stir or wake. He noticed the cup next to him as he dozed and realised Barbara had brought him a cup of coffee thirty minutes earlier. Jack saw his mother lying unprotected and at the mercy of this assassin. Why was this woman doing this? Hadn’t she been recommended and checked out by Czepl himself? With one more glance at Jack, the nurse bent over his mother and holding a white cloth over his mother’s face administered the needles.

A few involuntary small movements and within a minute or so, his mother lay quite still.

Jack was very angry and opened his eyes. Melani motioned him to be silent and indicated Diana still had her eyes closed, watching. She heard what appeared to be a boat and watched as the nurse stripped off her uniform. She wore a white bikini underneath.   She then bent down to feel her patient’s pulse. Was the nurse crying? She wiped her face with her uniform and then ran towards the cliff face, down the steps to the beach. A young man, who was shirtless, wearing the modern version of the keffiya, lifted her from chest-deep blue water into a waiting speed boat and headed out towards the main shipping channel.

This was close to the island’s eastern beaches. Diana opened her eyes and reached for Jack’s ever-present handkerchief. It was always in his left trouser pocket. She wiped her tears away, as Jack sat with his arm around her, listening to Melani the angel in rapt wonder.

‘Jack, this nurse was a pawn in the game of some very dangerous men who desire to kill you and your family. If you do as the Lord asks you, you will suffer no harm. These men also wish to assassinate the new President-elect of the United States. For the last four decades the enemy of all mankind, that serpent of old, has been softening your nations and your armies. Your leaders will not be able to raise an army of true warriors when the time comes. Some nations will be taken without a shot being fired, but this nation and the Lord’s nation must not fall when the end times come.’

‘What about America and the UK?’Asked Jack.

‘Those nations have another chance to avert disaster but you must warn them of the danger in which they find themselves.’

‘What will I say?’

‘Tell them this:

“Harden your soft underbelly,

 Strengthen your weakened arms,

 Stand firmly on the words of God,

 For His enemies are also yours.”’

‘Is this the message the Lord wants me to take to the nations?’

‘It is.’

‘I won’t remember it properly.’

‘You will.’

‘Are you sure?’

‘I am.’

‘Okay then, so be it, Melani, so be it,’ affirmed Jack. He finished the conversation with a resounding ‘Amen.’ Melani repeated it and the two angelic beings disappeared back to the heavenly realm, where time does not exist.

‘That was quick,’ said Jack, looking at Diana through the shadows. He glanced at his watch, and noted it had only been five minutes or so since the angels had appeared in the garden.

‘It’s amazing, dear, the way the heavenly realm is able to bend time the way they just did. It’s like a quasar reaction.’

‘What do you mean, dear?’

‘It’s been less than five minutes, according to my watch, since we first saw the angels.’

‘I used to have a watch like that,’ laughed Diana.

‘Very funny, dear, I’m trying to be serious here,’ replied her husband with a frown.

‘Let’s not take ourselves too seriously. Here, darling, come into the house and we’ll talk about this over a cup of coffee.’

No sooner had Diana spoken than they heard the sirens and they remembered the empty body in Jack’s mother’s bedroom. The envelope in which she had dwelt for eighty-six years, as a precious butterfly in a cocoon, now released.

‘Shite,’ said Jack, already running towards the house with Diana, laughing, closely on his heels.

The angelic perfume lingered in the garden. Grief for them at this time was not an option. Thank God.

Jack stepped away from the front door and ushered two paramedics into the bedroom. He introduced Dave and Leanne to Diana as they set up their diagnostic equipment. He and Diana looked on and answered questions concerning the death of his mother, Elizabeth. A fragrant aroma lingered.

Dave asked, ‘What time did your mother die?’

‘It was still light, so it must have been about six o’clock,’ answered Jack, wondering whether he should share all of the facts now, or wait until his friend Detective Superintendent Claude Czepl of the Brisbane CIB arrived on the scene.

‘Has she had heart problems for a long time?’

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