Truth Seekers: The Machine

About the Book

What if… actual conversations in the Bible were recorded in surrounding rocks and pottery?

What if… we could play back those conversations and listen in?

Not only has Dr. Mackenzie’s brilliant and quirky group of young scientists found a way to play them back, they’ve invented a machine that creates such super-realistic holographic images (when it’s not fritzing out) that you actually think you’re there. Imagine hanging out with Noah and his floating zoo, or seeing Jesus’s miracles firsthand!

Then, of course, there are the crazier inventions like the Cross Dimensional Folder, the Robotic Tennis Shoes and the ever-popular Time Beam Generator. Inventions encountered by Mackenzie’s twin kids, Jake (king of the egotists) and Jen (queen of the neat-freaks). Their mother has unexpectedly died and now they must pull up roots from comfy Malibu, California and move to Israel. Here they learn to love a dad they barely knew while Dr. Mackenzie faces the grea challenge of his career . . . fatherhood.

With plenty of laughs and heart-touching moments, this new family, uncovers powerful historical scenes of the Bible while learning its important Scriptural truths for living today.

WHAT IF…
You could step back in time and actually witness one of the biggest events in the history of the world?

WHAT IF…
The world depended on what you did next?

Most teenagers would consider a desert archeological dig to be an adventure. But not Jennifer and Jake Mackenzie. Add in a jail break, folding dimensions and a machine that creates super-holographic images of ancient events— so you can smell them — and now you have an adventure. As Jake tours Noah’s ark and the debauchery of Noah’s world, Jenny heads back to the 1960’s to save her seven-year-old dad, while trying to escape the winged shadow creature that threatens her every move. And that’s only getting started. Still through all the mishaps and misadventures with their fancy gadgets and scientific machines, Jenny and Jake’s true discovery is that evil can only be fought with an Authority from above.

Copyright 2024 Bill Myers

Truth Seekers

Chapter One

The Dream
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It was like a dream, but not really. I mean it was a dream but there were parts that seemed so real-besides the parts where Mom had actually died in real life. Does that make sense? I get those every once in a while, dreams that are more real than real, ever since I was a kid.

Anyway, in the dream Mom was driving our SUV up the steep, winding road to our home in Malibu Canyon. Jake and I were in the back, sitting in our clearly designated seating areas . . .

Jake in his WARNING: Biological Hazard Zone, complete with empty Cheetos bags, crumpled McDonald wrappers (which had last seen action months ago), his wadded up T-shirt and crusty socks (which had last seen a washer longer than that), and don’t even get me started on the last time he shampooed his hair.

I, on the other hand, sat in the WELCOME: This is How Normal People Live Zone, complete with breathable air and a place to sit without catching some deadly disease. (Jake accuses me of being a Neat Freak. Maybe, but it’s better than being a toxic waste site).

And where was our dear father in all of this? To be honest, he seldom shows up in my dreams-just like he seldom shows up in our real lives. Oh, he says he loves us and all, but what’s the saying? Actions are louder than words. Anyway, I’ll get to him a little later.

It was the same dream I’d had a hundred times before…

I was busy doing homework when I glanced up to see a monster truck coming around the corner in our lane.

“Mom!” I shouted. “Look out!”

“What’s that?” She reached over to turn down the radio-one of her silly Country-Western songs about some girl breaking some guy’s heart.

“Up ahead! Look out!”

But she didn’t look out. And, just like all the other times, I saw the truck heading towards us, blasting its horn. I’m guessing his brakes had failed by the way he was scraping along the mountainside to slow himself. A good idea, except the mountainside was on our side!

Mom had nowhere to go. She swerved to the outer lane then tried to turn back, but she’d run out of road. We crashed through the guardrail and sailed out over the canyon floor, which was a good two hundred feet below. There was no sound. I could see Mom screaming but heard only silence-except for that Country-Western singer going on about his broken heart.

I spun to Jake but he didn’t even glance up. He was too busy playing his stupid computer game. Then, just when the singer reached the line, Why you stompin’on my achin’heart with your high heel boots, we hit the water with a huge splash.

And this is where things get interesting…

In the real world, on the day Mom died, there was no water at the bottom of the canyon. It was September and the stream had dried up. And while we’re doing a reality check, Jake and I weren’t even in the car that day. Jake had been at the beach being Mr. Cool with a bunch of girls, and I was at home doing my algebra. (I know I’m only seventh grade, but besides being a neat freak, I’m kind of a workaholic).

But in the dream there was plenty of water and the SUV kept sinking deeper and deeper with all three of us inside. Well, actually four, if you count the Country-Western singer who was now sitting in the front passenger seat, strumming his guitar!

Water poured in and quickly rose. Mom tried opening her door, but it wouldn’t budge. She hit it with her shoulder over and over again, but the pressure of the water outside was too much. It began swirling around our waists and rising to our chests.

“Jenny,” Mom shouted, “roll down your window!”

“It’ll flood us worse!” I yelled.

“It’s the only way. Roll down your window and swim out!”

“But-“

“Hurry!”

I threw a look to Jake who had conveniently disappeared. (Even in my dreams, he’s a slacker).

“Hurry!”

I rolled down the window. More water roared in, pounding against my chest and face. I had to turn my head just to breathe. Then I grabbed the sides of the open window with my hands, turned my head away for another quick breath, and pulled myself out into the water.

I kicked and swam until I grabbed the SUV and pulled myself over to Mom’s door. By now the car was completely filled. Our faces were inches apart, separated only by her window. I yanked at the door handle. It didn’t budge. I tried again. Nothing. My lungs started aching for air, but I kept pulling and tugging as Mom kept pushing and banging.

Still, nothing.

My heart pounded in my ears. My lungs felt like they were on fire. The outside edges of my vision started going white. Mom pounded on the glass. I joined in and hit the window with my fists. When that didn’t work, I tucked in my feet, raised my legs and kicked it. Still nothing. My lungs were screaming for air. My vision grew whiter. I had to get a breath. I pointed to the surface and shouted, “I’ll be back!”

She nodded and I pushed off, my lungs ready to explode. Sparkly lights danced through my head. I was losing consciousness, I was going to pass out, I was-

Then I broke through the surface, coughing and gasping. Cool air soothed my lungs as I gulped in two, three, maybe four breaths. I forced my head to clear, then took one more breath and ducked back down into the water.

It was dark and murky but I could follow the bubbles. The SUV had settled to the bottom of the river. When I reached the roof, I pulled myself over to Mom’s side. She wasn’t moving.

“MOM! “

I yanked at the door. I slammed it. I kicked it. I had to get her out. The door gave, ever so slightly. I pulled harder. It moved some more, then it opened with a groaning CREAK.

I grabbed Mom’s arm and pulled, but she was stuck. I spotted her seat belt and reached down to unbuckle it. My lungs were crying out for air again as I pulled her from the car. But we’d barely started before we were jerked to a stop.

I turned and saw that something like a shadow had grabbed her other arm. At first I thought it was the Country-Western singer. I pulled but it held her tight. It was like a tug of war game, me on one arm, the shadow man on the other. And the harder I pulled-this was even weirder-but the harder I pulled, the more he started turning into this shadowy creature that kept growing bigger and bigger with huge, bat-like wings.

This is a dream, I kept telling myself, this is only a dream!

But my lungs were on fire. My vision was going all white again. This time I would not leave. I’d stay here and die with her if I had to, but I would not leave.

The pounding in my ears grew louder, filling my head… along with the song. That’s right, the singer or shadow or whatever it was, had begun singing again. Maybe it had never stopped:

I’ll never let you go… you will always be mine…

always be mine… always be mine.

Well, Mr. Shadow could guess again. Dream or no dream, he could not have her.

Always be mine… always be mine…

My vision was totally white now. My mind shutting down. I could no longer feel my hands or my legs. I knew I was dying, but I would not let go. I loved her too much, I would never let go. The shadow thing may have won, but-

And then I heard a shout. “Augh!”

It sounded like Jake. But that was impossible. What would Jake be doing down here? I heard him again, even louder.

“AUGH!!”