This painting is specifically the image of the Horsemen that I make reference to in the book 'Deity', here is the exerpt to accompany the image.
The horsemen pass over head leaving a cold dark shadow of destruction in their wake. The ground freezes instantly and cracks from the cold and lack of moisture. A shadow quickly follows and everything the shadow touches turns a frigid shade of grey as if to signify it’s genesis into the realm of the dead.
Dr. Hamilton says after a moment of study… “They were metallic.
Did you see? They weren’t breast plates of armor, their mounts weren’t as it said,” he observes.
“What are you saying?” Mali asks.
“The horsemen, they were metallic. They were crafts of some sort.”
“Are you sure?”
“I’m sure, and the sound they made as they flew overhead that low humming sound it was more like an engine than the galloping of horses even on air they wouldn’t sound so…mechanical.” He says after searching for the right word.
“What makes you say that?” Mali continues trying to pry a more discernable explanation.
“Because everything else we’ve seen has been a farce of one sort or another, but the thing that most concerns me is the fact that they went through a great deal of trouble to stage this whole thing.
Maybe a military strike of our own isn’t such a bad Idea after all.”
“What made you change your mind?”
“Well it would seem that the thing they have most in their favor is our unbending belief in the idea that the END is indeed upon us.
“What do you mean Doc?” Chief McNeil chimes in.
“Well Chief A belief that strong could quite possibly render us unable to defend ourselves, wouldn’t you agree?”
“How can that be?” Mali asks.
“Well Mali would you want to engage in a military battle against God? That thought alone is enough to place fear to the point of submission in the hearts of all who believe it, don’t you think?”
“I see your point; I mean what other reason would they have for playing so heavily on our belief structure, if not to use it as an advantage?”
“Precisely Mali…precisely.”
Dr. Hamilton says after a moment of study… “They were metallic.
Did you see? They weren’t breast plates of armor, their mounts weren’t as it said,” he observes.
“What are you saying?” Mali asks.
“The horsemen, they were metallic. They were crafts of some sort.”
“Are you sure?”
“I’m sure, and the sound they made as they flew overhead that low humming sound it was more like an engine than the galloping of horses even on air they wouldn’t sound so…mechanical.” He says after searching for the right word.
“What makes you say that?” Mali continues trying to pry a more discernable explanation.
“Because everything else we’ve seen has been a farce of one sort or another, but the thing that most concerns me is the fact that they went through a great deal of trouble to stage this whole thing.
Maybe a military strike of our own isn’t such a bad Idea after all.”
“What made you change your mind?”
“Well it would seem that the thing they have most in their favor is our unbending belief in the idea that the END is indeed upon us.
“What do you mean Doc?” Chief McNeil chimes in.
“Well Chief A belief that strong could quite possibly render us unable to defend ourselves, wouldn’t you agree?”
“How can that be?” Mali asks.
“Well Mali would you want to engage in a military battle against God? That thought alone is enough to place fear to the point of submission in the hearts of all who believe it, don’t you think?”
“I see your point; I mean what other reason would they have for playing so heavily on our belief structure, if not to use it as an advantage?”
“Precisely Mali…precisely.”
