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A Bad Rap (21)

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Book I: Chapter 21
June 22

So today I got MULTIPLE visions, abo–

Eh, what’s that — you have more questions? But don’t you want to hear about my vision? Oh, all right, go ahead, ask away…

If we are all immortal, why are Miriam and Alan so much younger than me?

That’s a damn good question – have you seen me lately? Does this look like it’s any fun?

Why am I so old?

I have often asked over the years.

A better question is – why in hell did Miriam and Alan get to remain so young and good looking while I had to grow old and haggard?

Ha, if only I knew the answer. Again, I go back to me supposedly being Jesus’ beloved and yet this is how he blesses me? Sounds like a pretty raw deal.

Was it Jesus who gave immortality to all three of us?

Yes.

When did he make Alan immortal and why?

As for the When – here’s another opportunity for you to read that great book I was telling you about – The Gospel of John. Open it up to Chapter 11 and you’ll see when Jesus raised Lazarus from the dead. But surely you already know that story, right? 

As for the Why, I would have to say for two reasons:

  1. First off, Lazarus was very dear to Jesus. We all liked Lazarus and his two sisters Mary of Bethany (not to be confused with Mary Magdalene) and Martha. All three of them were always kind to us whenever we stopped by. Lazarus even traveled around with us for awhile.
  2. But probably the real reason is that Jesus wanted Lazarus to help Mary and I with The Commission and I guess Jesus figured Lazarus would be the brain power behind the operation.

If that’s not correct, then your guess is as good as mine.

When did he make Miriam immortal and why?

Gee, let’s not get too obvious with our questions, huh? Well, this one is a bit trickier – at least for me – because, like I said before, Mary and I were never all that close — despite the many centuries we have known each other.

I’m sure she told me her story many times, but for whatever reason I just can’t recall it now. (Hey, I’m an old man, we’re allowed to have selective memory, right?).

Was there ever something romantic between Jesus and Miriam?

Honestly, I don’t know. Even though He did spend a lot of time with her (especially at the end), Jesus never gave us ANY indication that He was nothing but a perfect gentleman. In spite of my personal grievances against our Lord, I still believe He was 100% a man without sin and that, even if He was tempted, He never succumbed.

That being said, there are a lot of people and conspiracy theories to the contrary and I’m sure you can find them if you search a bit online, but don’t expect me to go peddling any.

Was Mary of Magdala a prostitute or the adulteress whom Jesus saved from stoning?

OK, I guess now I DO feel a little sorry for Mary on that account, because she really has gotten her name muddied up over the years.

Here are the FACTS:

  1. The woman you likely know as Mary Magdalene was a person whom Jesus did cast out seven demons from.
  2. She came from the village of Magdala (a city on the southwest coast of the Sea of Galilee).
  3. After Jesus exorcised her demons, Mary followed us around – however, unlike most of those He cured who eventually left our group, Mary continued to stay on and got more involved.

As for Mary’s reputation as a woman of ill repute, I know the stories as well as you. She was associated with ‘the woman in the city who was a sinner’ (Luke: Chapter 7), and even more so, many people still believe that she is the adulteress whom Jesus saved from stoning in my gospel (John: Chapter 8).

In point of fact, Mary is NOT either of those women and there really isn’t any evidence in The Bible to support those associations. If you want to know more about this topic, read an article a friend of mine wrote…

So how did Mary get such a bad rap?

Well, here I must confess that I am partly to blame – along with James and Peter. We were the early leaders of a new religious sect called The Way and it was pretty chaotic after Jesus left us. We did the best we could trying to keep things organized as we spread The Good News and gained more followers, but Mary had her own designs – no, let me correct that statement, she wanted to be our new leader!

Ah, heeeeellll, no — I’m not following some upstart woman! And the rest of the apostles agreed.

But Mary wouldn’t listen. She went off and recruited her own disciples. She even went so far as to write her own Gospel!

What could we do? We had to stop her.

So we came up with some rumors to discredit her. After all, the city of Magdala was a hotbed for prostitution back in our day, so if Mary became guilty by association, well, it just made our job all the easier.

Unfair or not, our plan DID work and Mary was discredited. But look here, the end justifies the means in my book – after all, The Way turned into Christianity and thereby did we spread Jesus’ message to the world.

Do I feel bad about destroying Mary Magdalene’s reputation?

Not really.

Just to set the record straight, I will say a few more GOOD things about Mary to show you that I can be fair and balanced. In fact, Mary was one of the few who stayed around to witness most of the events of Jesus’ last days – especially his passion and crucifixion. She was there at the mock trial, she heard Pontius Pilate agree to the death sentence, and she saw our Lord beaten and humiliated by the soldiers and the crowd.  

Additionally, along with myself and Jesus’ mother, Mary Magdalene stood on Golgotha to try to comfort Jesus while he was dying on that cross – even whilst all the other disciples fled for their own safety.

“The Crucifixion with the Virgin Mary, St John and St Mary Magdalene” by Anthony Van Dyck, c 1619

Furthermore, Mary was actually the first person to witness the resurrection of Jesus and it was she who came back to tell me and Peter about it. In addition, I will admit here and now that Mary was also present when the Holy Spirit descended upon us all at Pentecost.

Given all this evidence, it’s pretty safe to say that Mary was one of the Chosen.

If she just didn’t cause so much trouble, then perhaps things could have gone better for her. But, as you know by now, Mary is not one to keep her opinions to herself. Too bad for her. Oh well.

OK, let’s stop this charade. That’s enough questions from you!

Let’s get back to our reason for being here – He’s going to be very angry with me if I don’t tell you about these prophecies.

I’ve got more revelations to share so pay attention, please.

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1.19 American Idol

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Book I: Chapter 19
June 20 (and a time long past)

Having just witnessed unwelcome memories from nearly 2,000 years ago I was ready for a break. 

“Ha! ‘Surely Mary won’t wait around forever?’ Eh, Peter?” I quipped to myself as I remembered what my friend said and took another sip of my iced tea (yes it was a Long Island).

“Well, it seems we were wrong about that, for hell hath no fury like a woman scorned, right?”

Still on my porch, I snickered to myself with chagrin – for as I pondered the situation in hindsight it seemed that nobody got what they wanted:

  • Lazarus never did get Mary.
  • Jesus never accepted Mary’s advances.
  • I’m still here rotting in this worn out husk of a body.
  • All of our dreams have been dashed.

“Why have you cursed us like this, Lord?” And I threw my glass down on the porch – watching it smash into countless pieces, even as the remaining liquid quickly seeped through the floorboards. Overwhelmed with shame, I cried, “I am worn out calling for help, God. Will my life never end? Even if I end up in the land of gloom and shadow – even still I will go if it means I can only escape this so-called life!”

As if on cue, I noticed the radio was playing yet another one of my favorite songs – the Jim Reeves classic, “Am I that Easy to Forget?”

Guess I could find somebody, too. But I don’t want no one but you. How could you leave without regret? Am I that easy to forget?

I was about to let myself be drawn deeper into the song, when… “We interrupt this broadcast,” came the urgent words of the announcer, “with a special report about the assassination of UN Secretary General Ban Ki-Moon…”

“NO, not again – what about my Phillies game?”

I stewed as the Special Report was delivered — no less than thirty minutes of rigmarole about how, as yet, no one knew who had assassinated Ki-Moon (although I had a pretty good idea); that an emergency meeting of the UN had already taken place; and that William Henry Bates III (Bingo!) had already been elected as interim Secretary General.

After this, there was a short audio clip from Bates’ acceptance speech in which the beloved philanthropist explained that while his first inclination was to advise he was not worthy of such an honor, in fact he agreed to accept the nomination – at least on a short term basis – because he realized that the world needed him, and therefore he promised to do his best to lead the planet to prosperity.

Bates took the opportunity to remind people that he’d continue to work hard to help himself and others like him overcome their White Privilege disease, and as proof of his commitment to promoting BLM and Critical Race Theory goals he announced he was changing his name to the Muslim-inspired moniker Dr. Ghaz ‘al Ridwan Ma’bus. (Just like Teri had warned Alan about – although Teri missed the part about Bates taking on the “Dr.” title – apparently stealing a page from the puppet president Joe Biden’s wife’s playbook on how to give yourself fake credentials). Next this new Dr. Ma’bus explained how he would use his UN platform to protect the world from Climate Change disasters in the hopes that building a more sustainable world would eventually put an end to the never-ending cycle of pandemics that had plagued our planet since 2019.

Bates nee Ma’bus’ message was one of hope and freedom for all people in the world and he the more he talked the more he promoted himself as the People’s Savior.

Now as odd as this might sound, during the initial newscast I was quite dour – especially when Dr. Ma’bus was talking about the UN Agenda 2030 propaganda pawns like BLM, CRT, and Covid, and about his silly new name. Yet the more the Bates/Ma’bus audio clip was playing, the more I found myself getting inspired (just a bit) by Bill’s passion when he proclaimed himself to be our savior as Ghaz al’ Ridwan Ma’bus. It was a contagious sensation that I could not shake and soon enough a smile began to form beneath the scraggly curls of my beard the more I listened to Ma’bus smooth voice.

His voice beckoned me.

And then, as if the shackles of two thousand years of lethargy were suddenly released, I jumped up and looked to the Heavens. “Could this really be The Time?” I was actually hopeful. And in spite of myself, I began to praise, “When my soul is downcast within me, I will remember you. O Lord, have you returned to us in the person of the Muslim Savior Ghaz ‘al Ridwan Ma’bus?”

Meanwhile, Dr. Ma’bus continued to talk – encouraging the world to unite in brotherly love across every race and religion — and my Hope sprang even higher!

“Lord, are you him?” I desperately clutched my radio, hanging on the savior’s next words.

But then it happened, for as the applause from the crowd became so overwhelming, Ma’bus himself could no longer be heard.

“Noooooooo!” I collapsed in despair. “Don’t desert me again!”

Yet, my protests were to no avail. And when the regular newsman’s voice came back over the speaker, my newfound inspiration evaporated; once more I felt as if I was nothing more than a worthless sinner who had yet again been forgotten and abandoned.

Pity?

I don’t want your pity.

You can stuff your sorries in a sack, Mister!!

If there were any last vestiges of hope, I quickly beat them down. 

But then a small, still voice inside me seemed to say…

“John, John, why do you forsake me?”

Yet I refused to listen. Instead  simply reached towards my radio, and clicked the dial.

A lone tear trickled down my cheek, as I resolved to go inside and get into bed – to put an end to another miserable day.

“As for me, it’s always the same – I am scorned and disgraced. Shame has broken my heart and left me helpless. Why do You forsake me so?”

And trudging along the porch, “Let the world take care of itself. Or let Bates’ Ma’bus persona do it. He doesn’t need me. You don’t need me, Lord. Nobody needs ME anymore.”

And with that, I went inside and closed the door – leaving even my Phillies to fend for themselves.

(Bummer, huh?)

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1.17 The Great Harvest

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Book I: Chapter 17
June 17

Let’s just say I wasn’t successful in drinking myself into oblivion to end my visions.

God learned how to overcome my little tricks a long time ago.

But don’t think He got the last laugh. 

The fact is that, visions or no visions, my hot tub and a few bottles of Beam are always a big help – let’s just say they help to ‘clear up’ the revelations a bit. 

Ahhh. Bring on the prophecies – I’m ready for ’em! I may not remember them, but who care, right?

Now where were we?

Oh that’s right – Miriam.

OK, so my vision continued as I watched Miriam break away from Gabriel, “But, why must people a thousand generations or more removed from Adam still have to suffer for his sin? Is God such a begrudging lord?”

(Sing it, Sister! Finally she says something intelligent.)

“Miriam, why must we debate this so often?” Gabriel replied. “You know the difference — the sacrifice of The Christ provided for the ultimate forgiveness of all men’s sins. HOWEVER, the Lord has not taken away Free Will. And despite forgiveness, there will always be consequences for sin.” And before Miriam could interrupt, Gabriel spoke on, “This is not to say that ONLY 144,000 will enter The Kingdom and that the others will be barred forever, just that only those few will be raptured without pain; while the rest will be disciplined for their transgressions. It is a discipline given out of love, in an effort to teach the wayward about the Righteous Path.”

“Descent of Christ through Purgatory” by Andrea da Firenze

(I’ve heard the whole ‘Purgatory’ argument before. In the past I used to buy in to it, now I call it hogwash).

“But even with Purgatory as an option, not everyone will make it.” Miriam stated. “Because not all will repent and accept, will they?”

“Ah, even I do not know the answer to that. Yet understand that The Story of Redemption goes beyond just this planet. For our God is the Lord of ALL the Universe — every universe. And whilst each universe may have differences, in the end the Lord’s goal is the same…

“To glory in the creation of ever more souls made Holy as a result of Free Will – for whenever a soul freely chooses to worship The Lord, all of Heaven rejoices!”

(OK, I realize this is pretty deep. If you understand, great, if not, just don’t worry about it for now. After all, when are YOU going to be travelling to another universe? Just worry about yourself, cupcake, that’s hard enough).

“And now the Time of Truth has come for Earth.” Miriam concluded.

“This is the day the lord has made, let us be glad and rejoice!” Gabriel praised. “Indeed, millennia ago, your world was sown and cared for. When The Christ came, he began the process of pruning. And now, The Earth is finally ready – for only with the pains of harvest can the crops finally be served – which is their true purpose. Such is the case for souls everywhere – none can reach The Lord without The Great Harvest.”

“The Triumph of the Lamb” by Matthias Gerung

“And this happens on every world?” Miriam asked.

“Not every world goes through the same life cycle. Oh, be certain that Lucifer and his minions are active in every location, however not always with the same results. Some worlds never know the stain of Original Sin – for the souls there rejected Lucifer from the onset – when it was the easiest to resist – and thus they have been in Harmony with God for all of their existence. Oh how these worlds shine! Yet, just the same, there are other worlds in which Lucifer’s allure was apparently irresistible, and upon those locales, nearly all of the souls have been lost. These are horror filled, forsaken places…“ Here the angel paused.

Miriam too shuddered at the thought of such hell-worlds.

Eventually Gabriel found his voice again, “And yet, it is worlds like your Earth that The Lord takes the most pleasure in — for the balance of power between Good and Evil is ever changing, and the final outcome is uncertain – which makes the Battle here all the more important.” And fixing his gaze ominously upon Miriam, “Do not underestimate the significance of what is happening here. And, do not underestimate the part that YOU are playing. The Heavenly Host needs YOU. Succeed in your mission — help Mankind make the right choice.”

“But how? I don’t have the worldly prestige to influence so many, and time is running out.”

“Commit to the Lord whatever you do and your plans will succeed, Miriam.” The angel reminded. “Don’t allow The Beast to reveal himself to the world – for if he gets the opportunity to glorify himself on the world stage, his allure will be nearly irresistible, and I fear that your Earth may be lost forever. If that happens, then you won’t be complaining about man-made pandemics or vaccine deaths or even about only 144,000 being saved – instead we’ll be lucky to even harvest 4,000.“

“Oh my — save us, Lord!” Miriam clutched her Book of Life, sheltering the names inside. “But, Gabriel, even if we do stop The Beast, what will it mean in the grand scheme of things – beyond just our world?”

“In the end, what happens on this planet will mimic The Ultimate Story of Redemption only if Man realizes the error of his ways and freely chooses Life with God — for only then will you be able to reconnect with your true purpose in life – to serve God. Whether they know it or not, it is this form Redemption that ALL of Creation is seeking – even…The Dark One himself.”

“Satan.”

(Yes, there IS a Force of Darkness. Call him ‘the devil,’ or ‘Lucifer,’ or whatever you want, but He does exist. If you don’t believe me, then it’s YOU who are the fool).

“Indeed. On a grand scale, Mankind’s tale is a microcosm of Lucifer’s – for the end goal of the Ultimate Revelation is not the destruction of man, and especially NOT of Lucifer, but instead, The Lord seeks to purge Lucifer’s evil nature away in the hopes that he will repent of his sins and eventually reunite with God Himself. For only when such an event occurs can Creation truly be made whole again…Yet, whether or when this will happen, who can say?”

“Oh, but this all goes so far beyond me.” Miriam lamented. “What do my efforts really matter?”

“Can you fathom the mysteries of God? You are a part of Creation. A member of the Great Play. Your part IS critical.”

“What if I can’t fulfill my duty?” Miriam cried.

“What if you never try?” Gabriel softened his tone again. “When you come to the end of all the Light you have, Faith is knowing that when you take the next step either you’ll land on something solid or else you’ll learn how to fly.”

(He did NOT just make that up. I’ve heard that quote before – I think it was coined by a fellow named Edward Teller).

“For you, O God, tested us.” Miriam prayed. “You refined us like silver. But you brought us to a place of abundance.” And yet, still she hesitated. (Typical Miriam).

At last the Angel could take it no more. And so, rising up to his full height, he unveiled his awesome wings and roared, “Enough! Now is the time. I command you — Fly, Miriam, FLY!” Gabriel’s words thundered so loud that even I was taken aback by the they held.

(Thankfully my vision ended on that note and I was given a measure of peace, so I turned up the bubbles on my hot tub and sank deeper into the steam. Ah, Heaven – the only kind I’ve ever known and guess what, it ain’t half bad. Hey, you gotta take what you can get in life, right?)

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The Book of Life (13)

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Book I: Chapter 13
June 11

<Ting-ting-ttaling, Ting-ting-ttaling>

Bells from afar softly sounded, signaling the mid-day meal. 

(Gee whiz, why did you sidetrack me like that with all those questions in the last chapter? Now where were we? Oh yeah, Miriam was whining again about how I never help her…)

The Repentant Mary Magdalene, by Domenico Fetti

As I refocused on my vision, I saw Miriam, her eyes closed, masked up, and hands in her lap, “May the words of my mouth and the meditation of my heart be pleasing in your sight, O Lord, my Rock, and my Redeemer.” Miriam opened her eyes. Even still, she did not venture out of for lunch. (She’s probably fasting — that’s Saint Miriam for you).

She moved her chair closer towards her desk. Although a simple secretary table, her desk was hand-carved from chapa wood and like most of the articles in this Tibetan palace it was ornately worked – in this case, the legs were covered with scroll-work and the desk panel itself had a border of miscellaneous Buddhist symbols outside the main writing area.  Few items sat atop Miriam’s workstation – a small stack of airmail stationary, a single pen, and one large leather-bound book.

It was this last item that Miriam now reached for, pulling the heavy tome towards her. Once positioned, she reached a hand up to her neck and then from inside her pale green robe she withdrew a chain that held a tiny key. Taking the chain from around her neck, she inserted the key into the lock that held fast the book. With a soft <click> the massive tome gave up its security and Miriam was free to open it as she pleased.

“As the deer pants for streams of water, so my soul pants for you, O God.” She said as she fearfully opened the book.  Then quickly she sought to find her bookmark — which was in the last quarter of this omnibus — yet, upon locating it, I saw the color drain from the portion of her face that was visible above her mask, for the page she turned to was blank. (I could have told you that, Miriam). Knowing that all the pages after it would also be blank, Miriam steeled herself as she flipped backwards to an earlier page.

“Blank, as well.” She gasped, looking as if a knife stabbed her heart. (Again with the dramatics).

The tears returning, Miriam unconsciously fiddled with her mask (like so many other mask wearing fools, she didn’t realize that by touching her mask she was contaminating it and defeating the entire purpose of wearing it, but nobody listens to real science anymore and like so many others I knew Miriam always hated thinking for herself so she’d just go on wearing that mask and believing she was doing her part to ‘fight the (never-ending) pandemic. #Sheep).

Meanwhile, the woman I hated so much then continued to slowly leaf backwards through the pages of her book…

Miriam went back three full pages from her previous mark until she finally found names again.

“And so, the number is now down to 182,107.” She sobbed – creating an absolute mess of her mask to the point that she got so disgusted with it she ripped it off her face. And then, as a fountain of anger continued to swell within her, “Why, Lord — why must it only be 144,000? How can you do nothing and allow so many to be lost? Don’t you care? Why do you hide yourself in times of trouble? Arise, O Lord! Lift up your hand, O God. Do not forget the helpless!”

(Now, I have told Miriam for centuries that God is no longer listening to us and that He doesn’t care. I mean, seriously, what God would just sit back and allow humanity to become digitized cattle herded by the technocratic overlords of The Great Reset in which the common man is doomed to a future in which we are naught but IoB cogs in a 5G-matrix? And besides that, I’ve also told Miriam that there can only be 144,000 anyway! I know Gabriel has told her the same thing time and again. But Miriam doesn’t listen. Ha – just like any other woman!)

After a short time, Miriam gave up, knowing full well that nothing she could do would change a future that was already predetermined.

And so, closing the book for another day, Miriam grabbed another mask and sighed, “The crucible for silver and gold, but the Lord tests the heart. As always, I will be still and know that He is God.”

Once more she locked up her book, and then moved it back to its place on her desk. After which she arose, fiddled with her new mask (thus contaminating this one too!), and then readied herself for midday prayers with the rest of the palace.

(And there my vision ended. Once again I learned nothing new – another waste of my time).

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The Girl Who Cried Wolf (10)

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Book I: Chapter 10
June 11

Which brings us now to Mary…

Oh, where should I start? Well, to begin with, I guess I should tell you that she is currently calling herself Miriam Magdala. I suppose that is adequate since she is originally from Magdala – but that is a different story…

Are Miriam and I friends?

Well, let’s just say she is a long time business associate.

OK, to be truthful, at one time she, Alan, and I were inseparable. We all had the same mission to work on, we were all very gung-ho, and of course, we were all blessed with the same…condition.

What do I think about Miriam?

I can tolerate her – when she doesn’t get all high and mighty on me. You see, the problem is that Miriam is very passionate about The Commission – still. She has no other real interests; everything she does is about The Commission – even after all these many years, and all our MANY failures.

Don’t you find that a bit odd? I did. And I got tired of all her badgering. That’s the main reason why I left her and Alan and went off and did my own thing. 

Since we parted ways I’ve lived all over the world, but I migrated to my present home in Williamsport, PA, oh I’d say about fifty years back – give or take a decade.

Because of his willingness to get vaxxed and chipped, and given his academic status, (and because of his various Associations), Alan has enjoyed freedom of movement and thus lived all over Eurasia. Given that he is a scholar and I fancy myself as a scientist, we’ve always maintained at least a professional association.

As for Miriam, I really haven’t kept track of her these past couple centuries; oh, I’ve seen her time and again, but it was always work-related and always with negative results. I remember her telling me previously that she’d spent most of her time in the Far East and I know she said something about “being a student of world religions,” but I didn’t really pay much attention – so long as she had something to occupy her other than MY whereabouts then that was fine by me.

Which brings us to today — June 11.

To be honest, I was not that surprised to see Miriam in my visions – once I saw that Benedict was up to something, and that Alan was in trouble, well, I figured that news of Miriam would pop up next.

As usual, I was correct.

A new day, a new revelation from Him – and this time it was all about Miriam. And wouldn’t you know it – I caught her writing another one of those damn secret notes!

(Boy, this woman really knows how to make me steam!)

1492 is coming for you – MM.

“Please do something, John.” I saw Miriam whisper – even though she was alone and her intended receiver (me) was on the other side of the globe.

(Who the hell is she talking to? It also steamed me that she was wearing a face mask despite being by herself – but then again she always was a rule-following virtue-signaler (something else I hated that about her).

Meanwhile, she kept talking, “I know you feel like a prodigal son, but it doesn’t have to be like that. Acknowledge The Lord and He will make your paths straight again, John. Stop doubting Him and believe once more.”

(What the hell — why can’t she just leave me alone?)

I then watched as Miriam fell back into her chair and allowed the tears to take over. (She always one for the dramatics). She cried as quietly as she could, soiling her masks but apparently trying not to be heard through the paper thin walls of the palace.

(Yes, palace – don’t worry, I’ll get to that).

“None of us can do it alone, John.” She continued quietly, at prayer level. “Only we three can defeat him, but we must act together — though one may be overpowered, two can defend themselves, a cord of three strands is not easily broken. Don’t you see, we need you? Please believe again – you may be immortal, but you are not invincible.”

(Oh, so you caught that? Oops).

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1.18 I’ve Loved You for 1000 Years

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Book I: Chapter 18
June 20 (and a time long past)

A few days later, I was sitting in a rocking chair on my back porch listening to Conway Twitty on my radio.

Somebody’s needin’ somebody the way I do. Somebody’s wantin’ somebody they can hold on to. To be loved by somebody that’s the way it should be. Oh, there’s got to be somebody somewhere waitin’ for me.

It was another scorcher of a day and I conspired against the heat by sipping on an ice cold lager – Beck’s to be exact – crisp, clean, and refreshing.

(Why are you so appalled that I drink so much? Don’t you know the saying “Let them drink and forget their worries?” Hey, I’m not making this stuff up – it’s in The Bible, read it for yourself).

Although nearly two weeks had passed, I still hadn’t replaced the TV that was damaged during the break-in. As a result, I was forced to listen to my Phillies games over the radio. Since the game wasn’t on for another hour, I was whiling away the time listening to some music – naturally I sang along.

“…Hurtin’ inside, going through emotions,” I bellowed out, terribly off-key, “It’s so hard to live. So many feelings, so lonely, when they got so much to give…” Closing my eye as the tune came to a close, I raised my glass, “To be loved by somebody, that’s the way it should be. Oh there’s got to be somebody waitin’ for me…

“But, why ain’t there no one waitin’ for ME?” I lamented after the song ended and suddenly I flew into a rage, “Why is life given to the bitter of soul? For my sin is always before me and You leave me covered in disgrace!” I knew I was being overly dramatic, but I didn’t care. “You make me eat ashes as my food and mingle my drink with tears. My days are like the evening shadow. I am alone — because of Your great wrath. Why?”

A <force> pulled gently against me, but I resisted, “No — I will not repent! And I will NOT be silent!” I condemned myself. “I will complain at the bitterness of my soul. Why did You, the God of all creation, credit Job’s words as Faith when he raged against You, yet I remain despised?”

Getting more frustrated, “Damn it all to Hell! Damn all of you; especially you, Mary — it’s all your fault!”

And in a flash, I was lost in memories – unwanted memories from nearly two thousand years ago…

“Damn rain.” I growled, pulling the shutters closed against the cold. In my mind’s eye I was back in the upper room of a rundown apartment building where me and my friends were planning to celebrate the Passover Feast later that evening.

(I was speaking in Aramaic but for our purposes I’ll translate).

Turning to the group, I continued, “It’s the month of Nissan for Yahweh’s sake! Why’s it gotta be so damn cold? I thought we were coming to Jerusalem to be able to enjoy ourselves, don’t you all remember our triumphal entry just a few days ago?

“Of course we do.” Said my brother James.

“Yeah, well since then it’s been pretty rotten.” My lamentation continued.

There was a large table in the middle of the room and around this Peter, my brother James, and a few other men continued preparing the board for our approaching feast. Even still, Peter chimed in, “John, I feel your pain. But calm down, you know as well as I that The Master could tell the winds to cease and the Sun to shine if he so desired.”

“Then why doesn’t he?” I opened the shutters again and looked at the dusty streets below – yearning in anticipation.

“Don’t worry, He’ll be here.” Another man walked over and placed his hand on my shoulder as I continued searching. “He wouldn’t have us do all this and not show up, right?”

“Who knows anymore, Matthew?” I pulled the shutters closed again with a bang. “Ever since Magdala started traveling with us, it seems like SHE is calling the shots now. Does He have to always listen to her advice?”

(Looking back, I guess you could say that I never really liked Mary. Oh well).

“She does seem to always know the right thing to do.” Matthew replied. “Look how the people have responded lately. Why, even the Sadducees are afraid to touch us!”

“But why? How?” I countered. “I know that He dispelled those seven demons from her, but what makes Mary so different from the countless other peons that He did miracles for? She’s just a girl from Magdala for Moses’ sake! Why is she allowed to travel with us, when He always told others to go their own way after He healed them?”

“Because Mary continues to prophecy.” Advised a large man who joined in our conversation. “Only now, rather than speak in the demon tongue, Jesus believes Mary is speaking the words of Yahweh Himself.”

(Funny, I forgot about that. Back then, I was NOT the one with the visions – it was Mary. I never did understand why that all changed?)

“Andrew is right, John. And so far you can’t argue with her results.” Matthew smiled at me. “After all, Mary IS often correct in what she sees. I mean, here we are in Jerusalem, man! Celebrating the Passover in a place that the Pharisees said we would never be able to come back to. And all because Mary told The Master about Bartimaeus’ blindness and that man’s parents were so grateful when The Master cured him that they let us use one of their rental rooms for our Meal this evening…for free – even though this town is packed with pilgrims, and Bartimaeus’ parents could have rented this room for some big coin. Surely that is amazing, neh?”

“Don’t the rest of us count for something?” I retorted. “After all, most of us have been with him for three years or more, yet she’s been around for less than a year. I asked to sit at his right and James at his left — the rest of you practically crucified us for that — and he denied us anyway. Yet Magdala does whatever she pleases and none of you care.”

“Come on, she’s not that bad.” Matthew replied. “Look at me — Mister Former Tax Collector — yet here I am as one of the Chosen. Mark my words, John, I’m going to write a book about this one day!”

“Whatever, Matthew, you do that. But I’m serious — what IS going on with her?”

“Do you think there’s a romantic connection?” Andrew asked.

“Unthinkable!” I was quick to reply, not wanting to believe what I most feared.

“Would it be so bad if Jesus and Magdala did unite?” Matthew asked.

“Surely it would diminish our ministry.” Peter surmised.

“I’m not so sure.” Matthew countered. “Think about this, friend — we have come a long way under His direction, but as Judas says, now is the time for action. The people thirst for change. And with Mary’s vision and Jesus’ inspired oration, we could move forward with The Messiah Mission and finally wrest power from the current usurpers.”

“Think of the glory we would all share in,” Peter agreed, “if OUR faction ruled Jerusalem.”

“As good as that sounds,” James spoke up, “I have to agree with my brother. We all know that Jesus is The Son of Yahweh – the Divine Incarnate. There can be no way that he would allow himself to be defiled by a woman.”

“But he is also a man.” Andrew replied. “Surely his flesh has needs.”

(Now let me make one thing clear here — as far as I know, Jesus never did anything untoward with Mary – thankfully. However I still believe that she was his downfall with all her mind games).

“He is a man in appearance only.” Peter rebutted. “He is without sin. He has been tempted by Satan himself – remember what he told us – he was tempted worse than we could ever imagine for forty days in the desert – without faltering. No, friends, I tell you the truth, our Jesus cannot be defiled by anything or anyone in this world.”

“But Mary has been purified by The Master.” Andrew reasoned. “Perhaps this makes her acceptable to him.”

“Who knows? Perhaps you are correct.” Peter replied. “But I believe even if Jesus purified Magdala when he cast out those demons, nonetheless, she is still a human like the rest of us and thus she will always carry Adam’s stain on her. Yet The Master is different – he is pure, he was born without Sin — always has been, always will be.”

(Ha, hear that, Mary? You could never be good enough for Him).

Silence reigned as we all pondered what would become of our club now that Mary of Magdala was gaining more influence within the group and threatening to take our Master away from us – it wasn’t a pretty sight…

Matthew was the first to break the awkward silence, “What you say makes sense, Peter. I can’t see our master, who is so pure of mind and body, accepting a union with a woman who was once possessed by demons and who still carries the mark of Adam’s sin upon her. And yet how can we be sure?”

“Why can’t John ask him?” Andrew offered.

“What? Why me?” I resisted.

“Come on, John.” My brother James coaxed. “You know he loves you best. He tells you everything.”

“Not anymore!” I snapped. “Now she’s his confidante. But this is nothing new because for a while it was Judas too, remember? And speaking of Judas — what’s going on with him? Even though he’s still with us, he’s not been too engaged with our plans lately.”

(Wow! Guess I was correct in that assessment, huh?)

“Yeah, I’m worried about Judas too.” Matthew said softly. “Maybe we should find out what’s bothering him? Perhaps I’ll sit beside him at dinner tonight and ask him.”

“It won’t help, Matthew. Remember, Judas is a Zealot.” Peter reminded them. “He wants Jesus to take power by force, but I get the feeling that’s just not going to happen.”

“Then what are we all doing here in Jerusalem?” Andrew asked. “Waiting for the Pharisees to come and arrest us? I mean, did you see that performance in the Temple today? If Jesus keeps insulting them, they’ll have all of our heads!”

“Let them come and try it!” I grumbled while my brother got riled up as well.

“Be that as it may, brothers,” Peter stopped us in our tracks. “Back to our problem — is there anything else we can do to perhaps minimize Mary’s influence?”

“Lazarus likes Mary.” Matthew tittered. “Perhaps we could get those two to spend more time together?”

(If only Lazarus hadn’t been such a bumbling fool and tried to play Mr. Cool by keeping a secret from Mary, he would have taken her off our hands way back then and maybe things would have been different. Oh, you don’t know that story, yet? Don’t worry, we’ll get to that, too).

“Really?” Andrew asked. “How do you know?”

“Have you seen the way Lazarus is around Magdala?” Matthew replied. “He’s practically a Bar Mitzvah Boy – all wide-eyed and ready to showcase his manhood.”

“Yes, but Mary was there when Lazarus was raised back to life,” Andrew added. “I think it was rather unsettling for her, so I don’t see the two of them getting together.”

“If nothing else, it can’t hurt to include Lazarus more in our affairs.” Peter concluded. “At least, Lazarus might take up some of Mary’s time and leave The Master more with us – so things can get back to normal. After all, if Jesus really is not going to accept Mary’s advances, surely she won’t wait around forever, right?”

With that my Sight snapped back to the present, yet alas my troubles today were only beginning…

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Book 1 The Pawns of Prophecy, Mary Magdalene

The Chosen Few (16)

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Book I: Chapter 16
June 17

Fortunately for me, it was five days before I got my next revelation. Unfortunately this next vision was about Miriam.

Ugh. Having to watch her is always so tiring…

As the vision clarified itself I saw Miriam sitting with a friend in a private garden. Interesting enough while Miriam was dutifully wearing her face mask, her companion was not – I think I knew why and you’ll see in a moment.

“It is as you say.” Miriam said to her visitor– the man’s garments gleaming with a Whiteness so bright as to be… other-worldly. “Will he survive?”

“Who can say?” The strange man replied. “The Scriptures will be fulfilled — you know this.”

Now that I got my bearings on the setting, I could see that Mary and her companion were conversing in one of the secluded gardens that are within the grounds of Norbulingka — for Miriam was a guest of The 14th Dalai Lama Tenzin Gyatso, and had been for nearly twenty years.

I’d always wondered why a Buddhist leader like The Lama would have opened his home for a Bible-pusher like Miriam in the first place? The only answer I could come up with led back to Miriam herself – she had quite a way with people — in fact, she had a little mental telepathy trick she did that allowed her to be quite manipulative and I wouldn’t have put it past her to have used it on Tenzin a time or two to get what she wanted.

Of course, if you prefer a less sinister explanation, then I suppose it’s only fair to surmise that Miriam probably didn’t ask for much. Since she was vaxxed and chipped and had all the necessary Freedom passes and social credits so she was likely able to obtain travel permissions without raising any red flags. Additionally, she only needed one small room to reside in and that was easy enough for Tenzin to provide since he’d been able to retain his multiple palaces after agreeing not to interfere with the UN Agenda for his area – as in the pre-Covid world, the Lama remained a political exile who was too important a figure for the powers that be to remove, yet not important enough that they couldn’t keep locked away to limit his influence. The Lama’s secluded life was thus appealing for an exile like Miriam.

Yet on this day, Miriam was not talking with her friend Tenzin, for while her visitor today was no less of a spiritual person than The Lama, he was far more powerful.

For this was no mere man, but instead an Angel of The Lord – Archangel Gabriel to be exact!

(Remember, I told you that Miriam had another source for her knowledge? It’s true, while I am blessed with The Sight, and Alan has his book knowledge, Miriam always got her information from Gabriel. Don’t ask me why, that’s just how it is).

“You must leave here soon, Mary,” Gabriel advised. “And take off that mask, you know it does nothing and I won’t have you virtue signal around me.”

“My name is Miriam now.” Mary blushed as she fumbled to remove her face mask.

“I’ll call you as wish. But the fact remains that you will need to leave.” And after a pause, “I never understood why you came HERE in the first place.”

(Ha, that makes two of us).

“The Lord said ‘Preach the Good News to ALL the world.’”

“Call me old fashioned, but I still prefer The Covenant People. In any case, you did well to assist The Virgin at Fatima, Guadalupe, and Lourdes,” The angel praised her. “And even Medjugorje, Conyers, and a host of other sightings you orchestrated were successful in feeding the Shepherd’s flock. You’ve done well, Ma-, Miriam.”

“However,” Gabriel continued, “ever since you’ve tried to gather souls from outside the Family, it’s not been the same. It is not right to take the children’s bread and feed it to the dogs.”

“Are we quoting from Scripture again, Gabriel?” Miriam practically snarled. “Don’t forget the reply — even the dogs eat crumbs that fall from the master’s table. And while I enjoyed helping the savior’s mother minister to Christians, don’t forget that I was sent to minister to others too. So many religions in this mixed-up world — I may only be a voice of one calling in the desert, but at least I can try.”

“Prepare the way for the Lord? Is that it? And where The Crusaders failed with violent force, you use mere words, eh?” Gabriel bantered – as if he actually enjoyed getting Miriam riled up about her self-commissioned quest. (At last, a vision I was actually enjoying!) “But, Miriam, what if these people don’t want to give up their beliefs?”

“I never tell them that they must give up what they believe. I seek to understand them. I listen to them. And then, after I have earned the right, I share my own testimony, and thereby hope to inspire them to willingly choose our path.”

“And just how many have you converted?” Gabriel baited.

(Ooh. That’s a low blow!)

Miriam blushed, “I am a Sower. My job is to plant seeds; another after me, I don’t know who, will Reap. Perhaps even My Lord.”

“The Sower” by Vincent Van Gogh

“And so we come to the real matter again.” Gabriel sighed. 

“Yes we do. But you know I cannot do it alone. I need John and Alan to do their part. And I need YOU — that’s why I called.”

“Miriam, we have our own battles on The Other Front. The situation looks grim for us as well, but we rely on The Word and thus know that we will prevail in the end. I’m afraid you must figure this out on your own.”  

“But, The Beast already has Alan. And John is avoiding me.” Tears began to well up in Miriam’s eyes as she lamented. “I pour out my soul to The Lord and yet still I cannot understand!” Reaching over on her desk, she hefted up a large, black leather tome, “Have you seen The Book of Life lately — it’s now down to 173,201 names!”

“Miriam,” The angel replied softly, “It is not good to have zeal without knowledge, nor to be hasty and miss the way. You know as well as I that only 144,000 will experience The Rapture.”

“But why only 144,000?” Mary asked in frustration. “How can God allow so many to be lost? It’s bad enough that we’ve seen so many people die from the Covid vaccines, not to mention the virus mutations. The world population is dwindling at an alarming rate. I can’t imagine the horrors still to come. How can our Lord let all this happen to us?”

“When the sculptor carves a masterpiece, how much of the original stone is discarded?” Gabriel waved a weary hand. 

“Who cares about the remnants from a block of stone? I’m talking about the souls of good people!”

“Are they really so good?”

“They could be if they had the opportunity to know our Lord.”

“How do you know they didn’t have the chance already?”

“You know they never had a real chance! It’s all been predetermined.” And opening up the book to one of the later pages that still had names on it, Miriam continued, “I can turn to this page and read these names and KNOW that none of them will be saved. Look — all of these people, these sheep, will be lost! Where is the Good Shepherd who will save them? Did our Lord lie to us when He told us He was that shepherd who would save us? I don’t believe that. And yet I also don’t see how this can be right?”

“Miriam, we both know you know the answer. Speak the words for yourself and let’s move on from this tedium.”

Miriam turned away instead, “I don’t want to.” And she made an effort to busy herself by closing The Book of Life and placing it back into position on her desk.

Gabriel gently pulled her back by the arm, however he did not speak so softly this time, “Say the truth, Mary!”

Unable to resist the arch-angel’s command, Miriam finally replied, “Ach, because…of Adam and Eve. It’s all because of the Original Sin!”

(Original Sin? Original Sin?!? That’s what Gabriel is going with here? So basically everybody has to suffer all the terrible things I described in Revelation because one day, thousands of years ago, a woman took a bite from an apple and shared it with her mate? Seriously?!?

ARG! Where’s my bottle? You thought you saw me drink before? You ain’t seen nothing yet!)

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