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The Rapture Trilogy
is the fictional story of Nathaniel, Cynthia and Jonathan; who learn the harsh realities of life under the rule of David and the New World Order. Gritty, hard-edged and sometimes brutal, these stories will inspire you to re-evaluate your own relationship with Christ.
There is a reason why films like The Omen, The Seventh Sign, and the Left Behind series are witnessing extraordinary popularity today. More and more people are concerned with their salvation and with the promised coming of the End of Days. Now, Hector Valle’s incredible novel of the coming Apolocalyse, The Rapture Trilogy-Three Tales of Tribulation gives a brilliant new interpretation to this world-important event.
Dubbed “The Phantom Deacon” by the elders of his church, author Hector Valle has been blessed by the Lord to write this stunning novel based on events that were foretold in the Book of Revelation. Boldly written and compassionately told, The Rapture Trilogy-Three Tales of Tribulation is a thought-provoking read, with an important message for every human being.
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A Thought-Provoking Novel about the Coming Apocalypse The Rapture Trilogy-Three Tales of Tribulation by The Phantom Deacon is a stunning novel about three people left behind after the Rapture In
today’s troubled times, redemption can be the balm that soothes any soul. But time is of the essence, suggests author
Hector Valle. The End of Days is coming and the Rapture is one event we all must be prepared for, or be left behind. We must
know how to recognize the arrival of the Anti-Christ and how to be ready and willing when Jesus calls us home. Dubbed “The
Phantom Deacon” by the elders of his church because of his passionate interest in spirituality and God, author Valle
has produced a novel of shining hope. Using
three distinct points of view, Valle introduces three characters from three very different walks of life. Nathaniel, Cynthia
and Jonathan have all been left behind after the Rapture and are now subject to the brutal regime of David and The New World
Order. They each have one last chance for eternal salvation, but will they do the right thing and embrace it? A thought-provoking
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The Rapture Trilogy By Hector Valle
As reviewed by New York Times best-selling author Ellen Tanner Marsh “The story itself is not biblically accurate,” Hector Valle says in the preface to his collection of three end-times vignettes—and that is really the only thing that one could quibble with in The Rapture Trilogy. For in fiction inspired by such a heavily symbolic and abstruse book as the Revelation of St. John the Divine, what exactly does “biblically accurate” mean? It is true that nowhere in Revelation do we find the name of the Antichrist (we are only told his “number”); nowhere is the “mark of the beast” so clearly identified; nowhere is the precise nature of the One-World government specified. Aside from such details, however, The Rapture Trilogy is a very biblical—and credible—account of how the prophecies of Revelation could come to pass, and how its seeds are present in our own time, written by an author who obviously understands the contemporary world. Consider, for instance, Valle’s use of the “One Card” system in the book’s post-Rapture world. “All retailers were required to accept the card,” Valle writes, “and were authorized to replace all existing credit and debit cards with the One Card.” The One Card is used for everything; all paychecks are direct deposited into a person’s One Card account and all expenses are paid for with it—it is your pass into an airport, the ballpark, the nightclub, even your home. This is David’s scheme—David is the Antichrist of The Rapture Trilogy, his name a play on King David of the Bible—to control the world financial system, and thus the world. For as Revelation tells us, one key mark of the Second Coming is a One World Government led by an Antichrist who initially comes to power by bringing peace. In The Rapture Trilogy David restores order just like "Il Duce" made the trains run on time. Meanwhile, in our contemporary world, credit card companies have begun to tout a “one card,” by which you may accomplish a variety of tasks, but Valle—like any keen writer—has his eye on the deceptions and dangers inherent in such systems. Consider, too, that in Valle’s vision of a post-Rapture world, David makes use of cutting-edge medical technologies for world domination. For example, there are no more organ donors; instead doctors make use of stem-cell research and cloning to manipulate biology. “David’s father,” Valle tells us, “was reported to have died from a mortal head wound during a major battle at sea and the new technology was able to bring him back from the grave.” Again, Valle turns his ever-observant eye on the deceptions and dangers of misusing medical technology considered major breakthroughs today. And that is the
great strength of The Rapture Trilogy—that it pays attention not just to the Book of Revelation, but to the world. These
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 An Excerpt From "The Rapture Trilogy"
Introduction
I must be honest with you. I don’t
know why I’m even bothering to write this. It isn’t for the chosen. They’ve all gone in the Rapture. It’s
not for the I’ve never written anything before in my life so please bear with me. I hope to get better as I progress. It’s hard to write longhand after so many years of using a keyboard. My hand cramped every minute just writing the outline for this. I just hope all this is not in vain.
Nathaniel Well, they say the best place to start is at the beginning, which in reality is
actually the end. The beginning starts in the last book of the Bible, The Book of Revelation, Chapter 3, and the day of the
rapture. I don’t remember exactly what day it was. I just remember it happened in the middle of the week. I was on my
way to work, headed towards the bus stop. I was in a hurry to get to work because my boss had been whining and complaining
that not enough people showed up on time to open the store. I don’t know why he was always bitching to me. I was always
early. Why doesn’t he complain to the guys that are always late? I guess you can’t yell at someone who isn’t
there. Besides, even if everybody did come on time, customers never came in before Andrea has been telling me that I should
just start showing up late like everybody else. What could my boss do? Fire me? He would have to fire everybody else before
he even got to me. I mean, I’m not his top writer, but I do more than my share when it comes to taking care of our customers.
I wish I could just have a ‘to hell with it’ attitude, but I can’t. I need this job now more than ever.
We’ve got a baby and I need to save up to get a bigger house. Man, I would love to see the look on my boss’s face
if one day nobody showed up to work! No time to think about that now… I have ten minutes to catch my express bus… I ran out the door and headed for the bus stop which was four blocks away. If I hurry I can make it. I blew
a kiss to my wife and baby and strutted down the street. It happened just as I passed the schoolyard. I stopped suddenly and
turned back… Did I just see what I thought I did? I stopped dead in my tracks. There was a strange silence all of a
sudden, like someone turned off the volume on a stereo that you hadn’t noticed was playing loud. There were the sounds
of everyday activity and just like that, silence. I could just barely hear the wind blow through the trees. Fallen leaves
from the trees seemed to surround me in the breeze. I didn’t want to look back. I felt as if something terrible just
happened. I had the strangest feeling as if something precious was just taken away from me. I took one step forward and my
body shivered. I had to look back, I didn’t want to, but I was compelled. I slowly turned back to look at the schoolyard I had just passed. I focused my eyes around the street. Okay,
there are the teachers that were standing there a moment ago. There are the parents that were dropping off their kids. There’s
the crossing guard that was escorting the kids across the street… but something is wrong. Something is missing…
but what? Wait… wait a damn minute… Where the hell did all the kids go? They couldn’t have all gone inside the school that quickly! They were
just there a moment ago… running and playing or talking with their friends. Where did they go? I looked around again.
Okay, there’s all their stuff laying down on the ground… their book bags, their coats and jackets. Wait; is that
all their clothes in small piles all over the schoolyard? How the hell did that happen? I closed my eyes as if they were deceiving
me. They must be… I would have sworn that I just saw all the children disappear from the corner of my eye. When I opened
them again, nothing was different from when I closed them. I rubbed my eyes and then I looked around at anyone that was still
standing there and everybody seemed to have the first initial reaction. Everybody just looked around in quiet disbelief. Then the screaming started…
I don’t remember which burns in my mind more, the screams of the adults or the sight of all those children disappearing
in the blink of an eye. Their clothes all crumpled into piles where they once were. Everybody was running around like chickens
with their heads cut off. People went around asking anybody what happened. Nobody had any answers. It was like watching a
psychotic Easter egg hunt. Everybody was running around searching and screaming and crying… I don’t know how long
I stood there, flabbergasted, trying to make sense of what I was seeing, before I ran back home, wondering if my son had been
affected. I didn’t have to wait long for my answer. The blood curdling screams of my wife coming from inside my home confirmed my worst fears. She had been giving
him a bath when he just disappeared in her arms. There she sat, on the floor, wet, crying and screaming. The house was in
total disarray. She had actually torn the house apart looking for our son before the realization of what happened struck her.
I was no better, forsaking my hysterical wife to search for my son. I even ran through the streets as if he had just walked
away at four months old. It was the other parents, drastically searching for their pre-teens that made me realize that I would never
see my son again. The sight of them hugging and crying together reminded me to go back home to Andrea. We sat and cried together
for what seemed like days. It was a difficult birth; my wife had two miscarriages before we had Jimmy. We thought we would never have children.
Once Jimmy was born we did everything and anything to protect him. We baby proofed the entire house. We read every book on
baby rearing and child development. We purchased only the finest baby food, hypoallergenic blankets and clothes. Air filters,
hepa filters, you name it, nothing was too good for Jimmy. We did everything humanly possible to insure that this would be
a healthy baby. We would do anything and everything to protect that boy… how the hell did he just slip through our fingers?
Andrea was the most grateful woman in the world when Jimmy was born. That boy was Andrea’s reason for living. This is
why she never regained her sanity. I later discovered that she wasn’t alone. Andrea no longer cried or mourned, she was just listless and moody. Her mind had snapped and she could say only
one word; “Jimmy” over and over, then she would tear the house apart looking for him. She would sit quietly for
moments at a time, her eyes darting around the room then she would yell Jimmy and tear the place apart. I loved her dearly,
but it was torture for me to see her this way. The way she acted reminded me of the adults at the school yard that day. I
was totally exhausted, mentally and physically. Just as I would start to fall asleep she would scream Jimmy, and wake me.
Sometimes it took me hours to calm her down. And just when I thought I could get some peace and quiet… “JIMMY!” And she would start all over again… Eventually, I was forced to take Andrea to a medical facility to handle her mental incapacity. She would require
twenty-four hour special attention and I just didn’t have the strength any more. It took me months to find a proper
place that could take her. Most hospitals were full to capacity or didn’t specialize in her particular problem. Some
of these places were no more than a run down hotel or an abandoned building that was being used in the interim, which I felt
was no better than putting her in a zoo. I finally found a place that was highly recommended just a few miles away. I had just enough gas left in the
tank of my car to get us there and get me back. When we arrived I couldn’t believe the number of women that had been
admitted. Some women had lost their children as old as twelve. The ones that would break your heart were the women that were
still pregnant at the time the phenomenon happened. One woman, I think her name was Sarah, lost her baby while the doctor
was doing the ultrasound. Others who were in their first trimester gave birth to stillborn babies. I couldn’t wait to drop off Andrea and get out of there. I know it sounds harsh, but by the time I was
able to commit her, I was on the brink of madness myself. I was tired. I was sleepy. I was irritable. I had to get a sense
of control back in my life. I had to find answers; I had to make sense of the new world that I had been thrust into. I had
to move on. I needed eight hours of shut eye. I was very sure the clinic would take good care of Andrea. I left her in good
hands, I said to myself. When I finally got home, I crashed on the couch and slept for three whole days straight. Even after
I woke up, I still couldn’t move or get up. It was another six days before I went to visit Andrea. I miss my wife. I
wish things could go back to the way they were. Once a week I would visit her just so I could see her face. But if she was
in the middle of one of her ‘spells’, it would just break my heart. It reminded me that we would never be the
same. Nothing would ever be the same. Sometimes I just cry… Little by little, I visited Andrea less and less as she didn’t get any better. Without the means to safely
get there and back, I eventually had to stop going to see her. I was sick and tired of missing her terribly only to travel
so far to see her that way and then to just cry all the way back home. I wanted my Andrea back, but not like this, not like
this… Sometimes I got through the day by believing she was dead. It didn’t take long for me to finally forget
her and move on… I know what you’re thinking… but who the hell are you to judge me? You think you could
have done better? You think you would have handled things differently? You better pray you never have to find out for yourself!
That’s all I have to say… pray you never have to find out for yourself!
Speculation
and rumors ran rampant. Everybody blamed everybody else and the few who were foolish enough to claim responsibility were slaughtered
on the spot. In the midst of the all the confusion is when the wars first began. They started off with minor skirmishes, one
faction attacking another, each blaming the other for what happened or just trying to take advantage of the situation. But
then, what was left of the major powers joined in. With
more than half the world’s political and religious leaders gone, a few of the radical interim leaders launched some
of their nuclear weapons. The bloodshed from the retaliation washed the streets in crimson. The air had a stench of death.
Almost one-third of the world was destroyed by plagues, famine and war. It got to the point that we felt that the ones that
were dead were the lucky ones. It looked as if
global nuclear war was inevitable. ‘Might Makes Right’ was the mantra of the survivors. Nobody trusted anybody.
The world had broken down to every man for himself. People were starving all over the world, even in what used to be the most
affluent areas. It got to the point that a loaded gun was better than a ham sandwich. Think about it, if you had a loaded
gun, you could get a ham sandwich! Then he came... Now that I think of it, nuclear annihilation would have been preferable.
No one was sure where he came from. He was the man with the plan… He would change the world forever! Some said that he
was an heir to a now defunct republic. But with the total breakdown of reliable information due to a world state of emergency,
no one really knew anything about him except that his father was a military leader stationed in the Want To Know More?
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