The Adam Enigma by Mark; Ronald C.; Reeder Meyer Page B

the Milagro Shrine.
    The only hiccup had occurred on the second day of filming. The film’s producer, Gil James, had approached Beecher, his jaw set and an angry glare in his eyes. He wasted no time complaining. “Hiram is there any way you can keep that little shit Raphael Núnez from following us around?”
    â€œWhat’s he doing?”
    â€œAsking a lot of stupid questions and getting in the way of the crew’s interviews with the pilgrims. I’d like to wring his neck.” The producer’s beefy hands squeezed an imaginary foe.
    â€œI’ll see what I can do, Gil. But really Raphael’s just a small time opportunist. He’s the chairman of the Board of the Friends of the Shrine and the local real estate broker.”
    Gil raised his voice. “Keep him away from my crew and equipment, or,” he laughed harshly, “he’s going to find out firsthand if this healing stuff works or not.”
    Beecher had spoken to Núnez and the man had backed off, watching the production crew from a distance.
    After they had finished taping, Beecher accompanied the crew when they returned to Phoenix, where the footage was carefullyexamined on the production company’s HD screens in their studio. What he saw had amazed him as much as it did the psychic busters. The cameras had definitely caught a number of people whose bioenergetic signatures displayed well-recognized ailments such as cancer and other diseases in black and dark red auras. One elderly gentleman, whose prostate initially appeared like a giant red cantaloupe on the screen, had his condition return to normal by the second night of filming. Others showed significant brightening, with the blackness dissipating and their bioenergetic fields moving towards more symmetry. Sometimes people’s bioenergetic fields were closed. For a few nothing had happened. As astonishing as those revelations were, the most remarkable aspect recorded by the technology was an unusual energetic background signal that permeated all the footage.
    The next revelation had rocked Beecher even more. It was footage taken by a woman intern who had walked around the Rio Chama de Milagro Shrine with a small hand-held camera. She had caught the caretaker, Adam Gwillt, on camera in the presence of two young girls ages ten and twelve. They were sisters, both suffering with Hodgkin’s disease.
    As Adam talked with the two girls and their parents, the film captured the largest and most perfect bioenergetic field surrounding the caretaker that the show’s team had ever recorded. In fact, it was larger and clearer than images recorded of long-time Buddhist meditators or even the Dalai Lama. But even more astonishing was the effect of his aura on the two girls. Their fields had merged with his for a short time, and by the time the crew finished filming, the dark mass indicating the lymphoma had disappeared.
    After much discussion and tweaking of the PIP’s processing technology, the conclusion was that the pervasive background had somehow come from Adam.
    Myriam’s dream had been prophetic and now Beecher had proof Adam was the source of the shrine’s healing power. Shaken by the findings, he had immediately taken possession of all the footage and paid an additional large sum of money to the producer to keep everything quiet.
    Returning to Abilene, he had contacted the Reverend Billy Paul, telling him what he had discovered and about Myriam’s dream revealing Adam as the next Christ.

December 2015
Amarillo, Texas
    H iram Beecher sat in his Amarillo office shaking his head at the Reverend Billy Paul’s latest email—‘Has that matter been taken care of yet?’
    He clenched his fists until the knuckles cracked. His brain felt clogged at what the televangelist was asking of him. He reread the email. How am I going to do this?
    The leader of the Brothers of the Lord had changed dramatically from the once-charismatic leader