Book II: Chapter 3
June 24
Time passed and my Sight shifted.
I saw a room filled with ornate decorations from the world over. A succulent feast was arrayed atop a massive dining table and with Bill Bates himself was seated at the head of the board. Despite the multitude of chairs, only one other seat was filled – by Alan. Neither of them wore face masks – although I guess you could argue that the giant table was their social distancing tool.
(Since Bates was now calling himself Dr. Ghaz ‘al Ridwan Ma’bus and I’m tired of writing all his double names, I’m gonna just call him some version of Ma’bus for awhile).
“Soon enough you will be taken back to Room 101,” the man calling himself Dr. Ma’bus told his guest. “There you and I will finally learn to cooperate with one another. But first I have a few more things I’d like to show you – to give you a chance to reconsider your position.”
Alan did not reply, but instead reached forward towards the middle of the table and began to help himself to some of the delicacies.
Ma’bus raised an eyebrow, “Serving oneself before the Master is not polite.”
“I assume you’ll teach me a lesson,” Alan quipped, mouth full.
Ma’bus muttered something, but I couldn’t make it out; meanwhile a lone servant entered the room – he was masked and gloved and he proceeded to make a plate for the dictator.
The pair ate mostly in silence, with Ma’bus occasionally making a comment about world events or boasting about how all the food was a GMO man-made improvement over its natural counterpart. Alan never responded to any of Dr. Ma’bus points.
For my part I couldn’t help but remember a proverb that seemed to fit the situation…
Better a meal of vegetables where there is love, than a fattened calf with hatred.
Proverbs 15:17
Why do I remember so many proverbs, you ask?
Well, outside of my own writing, the Book of Proverbs and Psalms were always my favorites in The Bible. If you are looking to get some Wisdom – and who isn’t? – take a gander at these sections. It’s like reading a self-improvement book — Good stuff!
Now where were we?
Oh yes – Alan and Ma’bus.
Paying attention again, I saw Dr. Ma’bus sit back, “Ah, let’s enjoy the sunrise, shall we?” And he called to his attendant, “Jamir.”
The wall opposite Alan was covered by a giant purple curtain; pulling the cords, the masked Jamir parted the fabric to reveal a large, pavered courtyard, in the middle of which was a humongous fountain.
My eyes were immediately drawn to a monumental sculpture that bestrode the pool – a terrible Beast with seven heads and ten horns, each of the heads spewing out black water that fell violently down to the roiling waters at the Beast’s feet.
(There was no doubt that this was that same fountain where last saw Miriam hiding. Even from this vantage point it gave me the chills and I wondered if she was still hiding there?)
I realized that it was now early morning in my vision – for the sun was rising majestically behind the statue.
And I wondered…
Did Alan realize this colossus was The Beast I had warned everybody about in Revelation nearly 2,000 years ago?
Revelation 13
When my friend shuddered, I got my answer.
“I see you like it.” Ma’bus admired the statue. “It’s ME, you know. Ah, I can see you DO know. That’s good. I will make this process easier…for all of us.” Then rising from his chair, he boasted. “It’s only been a few years since Klaus, Tony, Barack, and the rest of my gang came up with the plandemic idea. Who could have imagined the world would be so easy to control so quickly? Our Great Reset has worked and I now stand on the brink of world domination!”
“Hardly.” Alan disputed. “So you rule a chunk of the Middle East? That’s a far cry from ruling the planet. Even if you are the new U.N. Secretary General, I know the American people continue to rebel against the socialist government there. And we both know Putin marches to the beat of his own drum. So where does that leave you?”
“Tsk. Tsk. Tsk.” Ma’bus sighed. “And here I thought you were the smart one, Professor Lazarus. Do I really have to spell it out for you? Sure there are outliers. But no matter – they can’t hold out forever; it’s simple economics. After all, nearly every country has already accepted my Freedom Passes and IdentiChip. Soon enough all of them will formally join the UMAN League too.”
“Giving you power to monitor the every move of their citizens?” Alan surmised. “In exchange for what?”
“Convenience. Safety. Prestige. Smart nations want their citizens to enjoy the freedoms of all UMANity.”
“You mean the LOSS of freedom.”
“Perhaps.” Ma’bus agreed. “It’s all a matter of perspective. You know as well as I that The Third and Fourth Seals have been broken. Events are cascading forward and people are scared. Look how easily everyone on the planet gave up their freedoms and willingly endured lockdowns, dutifully wore their silly face masks, and even agreed to be repeatedly jabbed with my DNA-changing vaccines – all to escape a made-up virus that wasn’t even real! Why, Hollywood couldn’t have written such a far-fetched script! But the people wanted to be safe, you know, so Tony and I had to help them.” Then with a chuckle he added, “And let’s not forget how much they loved their they monthly UBI credits – why, they didn’t even seem to mind the wealth transfer or property repossession game we ran on them – that was my idea you know.”
Alan scoffed. “With all due respect, Dr. Ma’bus, you’re playing both sides of the fence. After all, you just admitted to being the cause of all these troubles!”
“Alan. My friend. I’m shocked.” The UMAN League ruler joked. “Could if be that you don’t really know me?” And after pausing for effect, he continued. “Or maybe you do? If you’ve read Revelation, you know what I’m after. This is all just window dressing, a rehearsal if you will, prior to the real event.”
“You are just a rehearsal. You can’t win. Jesus will return!”
“Correction, I can’t lose.” Ma’bus said proudly. “Dear Professor, do you really think I’m only relying on mortal men to help my cause?” Then to his attendant, “Jamir, bring me my laptop.”
After the servant set up his mobile device, Ma’bus advised, “Alan, I think you’ll be interested in this – come take a look.”
I watched as Alan begrudgingly rose from his chair and walked over to his captor’s station to peer at Ma’bus’ computer.
That’s when I saw it – a sight I’ll never forget.
On the monitor, I could see what appeared to be seven webcam views – each showcasing a horrific sight, something that I knew was inevitable, but which I never believed could actually come to pass…
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