SAGA OF DARKNESS VISION OF LIGHT
Chapter Five - Sharing Secrets
by Dennis R. Cook
"Wait, wait, wait," Steven cautioned, snapping the
off before we could move. "I think we have
accomplished enough for one day. Let's not push
We really don't know what we're up against here,
think it would be wise to plan our investigation.
Besides, the fact that there is electrical power inside
mountain could mean someone lives above or below.I, for
one, am not eager to make any new acquaintances
might find my knowledge about them just convenient
to demand my termination.
"Besides," Old Blackgoat continued, "I am a tired
warrior who needs to rest before the evening
"Well," I hesitated..., "perhaps I was a bit
After an uneventful return trip to Old Blackgoat's
quarters, which, as it turned out, consisted of
small trailer, barn, and corral behind his church,
an evening meal which consisted of leftover
beans, raw onion, goat's milk, butter, fry
and cheese. Revived, we changed clothes and
over to the chapel.
The evening service was filled with an unusual
anointing that absorbed me into a state of semi-consciousness. I soon forgot the turmoil of the
entered deeper into the Spirit.
It was about eight P.M. when I began to return
physical senses. I was startled by the
realization that at some point during the service
left my seat and found my way to the altar to
I had altogether missed Old Blackgoat's call
emergency board meeting after the service, not
mention his sermon.
A few men and women were in the process of
adjourning to one of the two church Sunday school
when Old Blackgoat laid his hand on my shoulder,
with a great deal of pastoral care and concern,
motioned for me to join everyone else.
The purpose of the meeting soon became clear to
everyone. Blackgoat unfolded the events of the
preceding weeks; first, about the missing sheep,
what he and Steven had been privileged by the
to discover, and finally, our findings that
His candor was admirable. So much so that I
marveled at the old fella'. He had concluded that
members were worthy of knowing about, and
capable of dealing with such anxiety producing
As Old Blackgoat put it, "the reality of the devil."
I didn't know Blackgoat's congregation well
to make any assumptions about them. However,
my experience with church board members back in
Alto, the numb skulls were more likely to endorse
meditation instead of skilled prayer. I doubted
could be trusted with the truth, and, so did
I only had one question about Old Blackgoat's
congregation...would they stick it out with their
if the warfare threatened the peace and welfare
their own families?
Steven, maintaining a sincere look of concern
throughout the proceedings, alarmed me by his silence.
hadn't realized the depth of his respect and
commitment to Old Blackgoat.
When the question was posed to the enlightened
members if any had knowledge of any overt or
Satanist activity, one middle aged Navajo
named Mrs. Begay, who worked as a secretary
local high school, thought she might have some
information to share.
There was a problem, however. She refused the
opportunity to share her knowledge with all of us,
preferring rather the confidentiality of a private
conference with Old Blackgoat. That made sense
Steven suggested we adjourn and retire to Old
Blackgoat's trailer in order to afford Mrs. Begay and
Old Blackgoat some privacy. The other four
members went home.
As we walked toward the trailer, I couldn't
but be in awe of the southwestern nighttime sky.
stars, especially the constellations, looked as
they formed a great hair net, protecting us from
tenacious solar winds. "Big sky," the Navajo
it. It seemed so inappropriate a label,
not,...um, giant, humongous, or awe inspiring?
"Do you think Blackgoat was right in trusting
board members with so much knowledge of the
situation?" I queried Steven, as he opened the front
to Old Blackgoat's trailer.
"Tough call," Steven reasoned, stopping to reflect
holding the door open for me to pass by him.
know I would have done the same thing, though,
if it meant losing half my sheep to another
"Now why is that?" I demanded to know.
"Christians in America are too soft. They need a
little sand paper from time to time to toughen
up. Too many pastors keep their people on
bottle. When a believer demonstrates a little
boldness, and draws a touch of persecution into
her life, every congregation should have enough
warriors to come to the saint's aid, and
him or her strength. I don't know of many
churches that have any warriors, let alone, enough!
Christians under the gun, more often than not, get
slapped down by their own brothers and sisters. To
you the truth Joseph, I don't know how many
members Old Blackgoat will have left when
is all said and done, but I admire Blackgoat
giving his sheep a chance to grow into spiritual
manhood, and that is the will of God!"
Bed came early. We weren't going to be afforded
luxury of continuing our discussion, or rehashing
day's activities, or waiting up for Old Blackgoat
fill us in on what Mrs. Begay had to say. 4:30
beckon us to tend the sheep, and take them out to
graze. I rolled out my sleeping bag and hit the
Breakfast consisted of fresh eggs from the
barnyard, which I thought was a real treat, along
oatmeal, and goat's milk, biscuits and
coffee. Normally I didn't eat breakfast. Of
normally, I didn't rise at 4:30 A.M..
morning, everything smelled so tantalizingly
appealing, I couldn't resist.
I was glad Steven and Old Blackgoat had moved the sheep
back down to Old Blackgoat's barn and corral
after they discovered the passageway of the
serpent. Looking after the sheep, I thought, would
much easier, if they were close by.
Trekking across the arid plain, we stopped as
occasion offered the sheep opportunity to munch
plethora of thorny and tender morsels. It was
virtually the most rewarding experience of my life.
fancied myself the shepherd David, fearless defender of my flock, destroyer of all ferocious
predators within reach of staff and slingshot. The
of God was my courage, His every promise my
shield. I was a covenant child of His and no
against me could harm me. I slew my ten
thousands. A lion's tooth was as a blade of straw.
man that King David...poet, conqueror...peace-maker. Luckily, no Goliath came to interrupt my
Arriving at our midmorning resting place I took
of the gleaming still water afloat the mountain
lake. Blackgoat pointed out to Steven that soon
spring winds would subside and it would be time
move the sheep to the mountains beyond the plain.
Smiling broadly, he said, "my sheep haven't eaten
broad leaves or nipped the tender flower petals of
plants in the high pastures above the gorge in
years, but with my new found sons to help, I
believe it is time to return there."
We understood his smile. Tending sheep above
gorge would give us the perfect vantage point
cover needed to keep watch on events at what
beginning to refer to as "hell central".
Old Blackgoat asked Steven and me if we were
interested in hearing what Mrs. Begay had to say.
course that was an understatement. We both had
chomping at the bit all morning long, but
"I'm all ears," was Steven's compact reply.
I, too, turned and waited, anxious to hear.
Old Blackgoat was silent for a few seconds as
mulling over the best way to present his topic.
he surprised both of us, catching us off guard
speak. If I had heard the story from any one
I wouldn't have believed it.
"I know the man behind the sheep killings,"
Blackgoat began. "He is Navajo. The night
and I first discovered him, the Holy Spirit let me see
his face. I have kept silent until now,
because, as a child, he used to come to my church
his mother and father. It has been my prayer the
would bring him to repentance and not make me be
one to silence him. I do not wish his parents to
the shame of his disgrace.
"I have petitioned the Lord daily since my vision
that the Lord might confirm my vision and
mission by adding another's testimony to my own.
was the Lord's answer, and I know now it is not
Lord's will that this man be permitted any longer
work evil before His eyes.
"Mrs. Begay shared with me that she has made
reservations for this man that coincide with
reputed occult meeting periods going back five years.
"Like what?" Steven asked.
"Like Winter and Summer Solstices, full moons, you
"She said he told her when he became principal of
high school where she is a secretary that he
attended educational seminars in Los Angeles where he
his doctorate and baccalaureate degrees. Mrs.
think anything of it for a couple of years.
Recently, however, she began noticing the man focus
eyes on teachers he wasn't getting along with in
manner good Navajos have been taught never to do.
"For a Navajo to focus his eyes in anger on a
to announce one is a witch by calling forth
curse. It is strictly forbidden in our culture.
"Only one hanging on to the old ways which are
would be so careless, but I am certain the man
his deed was hidden from all but his intended
victim, a victim naive to the power."
"What is the man's name?" Steven asked.
"Sheolman," Old Blackgoat replied angrily, "Dr.
Old Blackgoat had given Steven and I a lot to ponder.
Putting all about Sheolman aside for the moment, I
in on the sheep. Old Blackgoat was herding
back toward the corral. Steven and I would have to
it in gear if we were to be of any benefit to the
old sage getting them in the pen, but that
to thinking about moving them to high mountain
greenery..., no doubt the sheep would benefit, but
it a tad too early in the season? Wouldn't
showing up too soon tip our hand?
"I suspect I'll recognize good ol' Dr. Sheolman
see him," Steven said, as we quickened our
"After all, the Holy Spirit did let me get
look at his backside."
"From what I just heard, Steven," I joked, "we
all be better off if we never get another look
Old Blackgoat looked dismayed.
"Cheer up," Steven said, "the Lord may yet save
Sheolman. Our job isn't to send the man to hell,
stop him from bringing hell to anyone else."
"And just how do we propose to do that?" I
"Carefully," Steven laughed. Then added, taking
a more serious tone, "It's clear
Dr. Sheolman hasn't been working
alone. He's probably receiving money
person or persons with which to carry out his
portion of a plan that encompasses far more than
of us could ever dream of."
"I suspect you're right," I said, a tad more
enlightened. Let's talk as we walk," I added,
pointing out that Old Blackgoat and his herd of sheep
starting to pull away from us again.
"But now Steven," I continued, getting back to the
original subject, "how do we stop Sheolman? I
or what..., combined prayer..., fasting? This guy is
Pharaoh, a man god. He isn't going to repent if
Lord fires a lightning bolt up his aaa, uh,
end. Steven, answer my question, how
"Sheolman's not the problem, Joseph," Steven said.
"You're missing my point. The better question
how do we stop the force behind Dr. Sheolman?
going to see to it that Sheolman gets what he
deserves no matter what. That is our Christian
responsibility. After all, we still have laws in
We could have taken the FBI to Sheolman's
mountain last month and shut the operation down,
where would that have left us? I mean, think
it, if Sheolman could drain the faith
the blood of a lamb, don't you think someone
could do the same?"
Steven had a point.
"If we shut Sheolman down, there will just be
someone standing there ready to take his place," Steven
added. "No, if we want to serve God right, we
to shut this program down at the source."
"Then how do we do that?" I said, still
perplexed by the fact he wasn't getting to the point."
"I have a three part plan in mind," Steven
as we approached Old Blackgoat's sheep
corral, "but let's help Old Blackgoat put his sheep
and maybe eat a little lunch before we get into it."
I could see why Steven unnerved some people. I
figured the sheep could wait. I wanted to hear his
but had little choice in the matter. Sheep,
Old Blackgoat's corral was tidy. At least I
have to roll up my car windows or put a clothes
my nose like you do driving past the stock-
on the outskirts of Amarillo, Texas.
I surmised that those Amarillo stockyards must
saved the lives of many a sleepy eyed truck
driver. I could just imagine that once awakened by
putrid smell, the awestruck trucker didn't get
eyed again all the way to Flagstaff!
No, Old Blackgoat kept a tidy pen. I only had
scrape one reminder off my boot before lunch.
Lunch consisted of sliced ham, corn bread, butter
goat's milk. Steven seemed a little disgruntled
wasn't more to feed his above average frame, but
he was thankful God had given him the opportunity
fast, even though the morning's outing had given
both appetites that couldn't have been satisfied by
basket full of Big Macs.
I did like the idea that the meager meal didn't
too many dishes, since the chore of clearing
table fell to me.
"Ok," I yelled, as I shoved the last clean plate
up in the pantry, "let's have your plan, Steven."
"Yes," Old Blackgoat bellowed from the bathroom,
like to hear it, too."
Steven and I sat down at the kitchen table and
for Old Blackgoat to come out of the bathroom.
Because of the compact size of the trailer home the
kitchen was the only room where three people could
and not knock knees. The kitchen table seated
It was the ideal spot for a powwow.
Once Old Blackgoat was seated, Steven began his
analysis. "We couldn't have a better target for
investigation," Steven said. "The fact that our
satanist happens to be a public figure means we can
pinpoint when he will be working late. In
very near future he will have to attend a board
meeting or an athletic event of some sort. When
comes we'll give his mountain hideaway a visit.
"Blackgoat," Steven said, "you find out from
Begay the earliest date Dr. Sheolman has been
scheduled for evening duty regardless of the nature.
sure and tell Mrs. Begay to call us if for any
Dr. Sheolman finds an excuse to wiggle out
"One more thing," Steven said, "Easter is coming
which means Dr. Sheolman has made plans to attend
another seminar in Los Angeles. From what I've
satanists never miss Easter because some unlucky soul gets
to relive our Lord's crucifixion. I want
find out the airline and the time of Sheolman's
"Joseph, you and I are going to book ourselves on
flight with Dr. Sheolman, and see if we can't put
more pieces of this puzzle together."