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Book 2 Rise of the Antichrist

2.23 Surrounded

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Book II: Chapter 23
July 12

The very next day, I was in my living room with Alan and Miriam. It had been nearly a week since I’d brought back Alan (nee Lazarus) from the dead – I’d hoped that my former friends would have left me by now but as usual nobody seemed to care what I wanted. But at least Miriam wasn’t decked out in her PPE and she didn’t try to make Alan to the same.

And so Miriam had continued to help Alan recover, I’d been raked with more revelations (no rest for the weary). So far today I’d been free of vision, however that didn’t mean I could relax. As I sat in my Laz-e-boy trying to drink myself into oblivion, Alan and Mary were sipping tea on my raggedy couch (and clearly not getting my many hints for them to scram).

They had no idea about my visions the past few days and I wasn’t about to tell them. I did my best to conceal the shaking of my hands but it wasn’t working — for no matter what I did, I couldn’t escape the image of The Beast nailed to Peter’s cross!

Meanwhile, Alan was now back to his old self – which is to say that he was determined to understand what was going on in the world; and now he and Miriam were both wearing me out with their questions.

“Thank God you were able to find me, Miriam.” Alan gushed again. “Even while I was lost inside myself, I could feel the slightest something… tingling at the edges of my mind — a faint calling that kept me from falling over the precipice and into Oblivion. Miriam, you saved my life!”

(Hmmm. Alan’s talk suddenly intrigued me. For a moment I forgot about Bates as I realized that if I could somehow get myself into one of those Chairs, then perhaps I could succeed where Alan had failed).

“Hardly.” Miriam corrected. “It was John who really saved you.”

(Yeah, you’re welcome – now get out so I can get back to work).

“Well, you both did.” Alan smiled. But then, after pondering further, “Miriam, you’ve talked to me with your telepathy before, but this time it was different — it wasn’t so much a voice I heard, as a <presence> I felt. Was this because of The Chair of Woe?”

Miriam blushed, “Alan, I was desperate. Time was running out, and telepathy wasn’t working. I, ah, had to use… my Psychic Probe.”

I roared with laughter at that admission, raising my glass of my version of Duvel in a toast, “Here, here! Now I’ve h—“

“John, stop!” Miriam commanded.

Yet it was too late to save Alan from embarrassment, and his face went from a canvas of shocked whiteness to one of flushed red.

At this, Miriam quickly added. “Please. Don’t worry, Alan. I only used the power to locate you. I did not go into your memories.”

(Well, if she did, then she’ll know the secret Alan’s been keeping from her lo these many years. Oh, this is rich!)

“Ah… thank you?” Alan was clearly still horrified at the prospect of Miriam inside his mind. “It’s not as if I have anything to hide, mind you. It’s just… just that…”

“A man’s thoughts are his private business.” I wagged a finger at Miriam. “Nobody should be able to get into the mind of another person. I don’t even know why you call that ability a gift, – it’s witchcraft.”

“And your Alchemy is any better?” Miriam shot back. “John, you’ll go to the Pit for your lack of discipline – led astray by your own great folly! Talk about witchcraft, why that’s the very defin—“

“People!” Alan broke in. “In-fighting is not going to get us anywhere. Look, I am grateful to you both. By whatever means necessary, you saved my life. Thank you.” And he switched subjects. “I should have known that Teri was the real Mystery. After all, how could a woman like that be so interested in Biblical Antiquities?”

“Amen to that!” Miriam chimed in. “It only took me one look to see that there was more to her than meets the eye.”

“But, if Mystery is the Evil Temptress, how do we explain her dealings with Benedict? After all, even though Jesus charged us with The Commission, I’ve always felt that The Pope would be OUR ally, not theirs.”

“Benedict can’t be aligned with Bates.” Miriam replied. “The Beast must take down The Rock of Peter before he can begin his own reign.”

“Well, Francis is that rock now.” Alan advised. “Clearly there’s more to Benedict then we all knew. How do you explain his role otherwise?”

“I believe there’s only one interpretation,” Miriam offered. “Benedict will be the one to kill this man Ma’bus and enable the Second Coming – not us!”

Miriam caught me off guard with that comment and I saw that Alan was taken back a bit as well.

(I know what you’re thinking – now would be a good time to tell them about my vision of the future with Benedict supposedly killing the Ma’bus figure, but I wasn’t about to give Miriam the satisfaction).

Instead I entered the conversation with a word of caution, “It’s not good to have zeal without knowledge, nor to be hasty and miss the way. You’d never make a good scientist, Mary, for you only reach conclusions that you WANT to find and fail to consider other possibilities.”

“Such as?”

“Such as the potential that Bates is NOT the antichrist and that Benedict is.”

(Sorry, but I couldn’t resist throwing that out there – if only to get them riled up a bit!)

“No chance.” Alan shot down my comment. “Bates IS The Beast. Mystery told me so and we all agreed on who she is.”

“Interesting – I don’t recall me agreeing.” I replied. “After all, if Mystery is The Evil Temptress wouldn’t it be in her nature to mislead you?”

Alan did not reply.

“And even if Benedict is not The Beast, couldn’t he be The Second Helper?” I suggested. “Perhaps he will bring The Nails to Bates’ Ma’bus persona as part of the Armageddon Rite, maybe Benedict is the one who will install them into The Crown of Doom, thus stopping the Second Coming. Perhaps, he—“

(Suddenly I stopped short, realizing I was saying too much).

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24 – The Secret Supper
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2.12 Ozymandias The Great

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Book II: Chapter 12
July 7

“What do you want me to do?” I asked Miriam — who’d been pleading with me from the moment she arrived, over three hours ago.

“John, I’m at my wits end,” She replied. Miriam was still wearing her pandemic safety garb – disposable Hazmat suit, gloves, booties, and facial shield over her Nano Mask. She looked ridiculous in the getup but I knew she wore it around me because she knew I was a Covid-denier and thus likely infested with the virus. After fiddling with her mask, she barked at me. “John, all you do is sit there in your Laz-E-Boy with your arms folded and a sour expression on your face? Put down your beer and look at Alan!”

“This isn’t any ol’ brew, it’s a Sierra Nevada Pale Ale – only the finest beer in the world!” Even as I said it, I could see Miriam glowered behind her mask and face shield, so I slowly lowered my glass and glanced at Alan as she requested – I had to admit, he looked pretty bad as he lolled mindlessly in his chair – especially with that stupid mask Miriam on him.

Before I could comment more, Miriam was on me again, “You’re probably the only person in this world who can help. I need you to save him, John. Bring Alan back to us!”

“And then I suppose you’ll want me to help you to save the world, is that it? Let’s solve the Covid crisis once and for all, turn back the clock on our Climate disasters, give everyone unlimited money without making them work, and while we’re at is solve world hunger too. How does that sound? We’ll feel so good about everything in life. The sun will always shine, and unicorns will fly out of my butt when I pray? Is that what you want? ”

“Ugh, I don’t understand you?” Miriam whined. “Why have you given up on our mission? Why have you forsaken our Lord?”

“You think I have forsaken Him?” Now it was my turn to get angry. “What kind of a fool are YOU, Miriam? Take off your mask and open your eyes! It’s been nearly 2,000 years since He left. Yet He said He would fulfill His mission to us DURING our lifetimes? What a crock! If anyone has been abandoned it’s US!”

“John,” Miriam replied quietly. “Don’t forget that our lifetimes are still going. There is still time for Him to fulfill His promises. You just need to have faith. Remember, He said ‘I go to prepare a place for you. I will come ba–“

“Don’t throw that verse back in my face — I wrote that! And yet apparently I was deceived, because what I wrote is NOT true.”

“How can you say that?” Miriam’s eyes were wide in fear – I guess she didn’t realize how disillusioned I’d become these last few decades. “Your gospel is the most beloved of all. YOUR words have changed the world – for the better. Look at all the many millions who have been saved directly because of how you were able to capture the essence of The Teacher. You are the greatest Fisher of Men of us all, John.”

“What good has it done me? I am supposedly ‘the Apostle that Jesus loved.’ Yet what did it get ME? Am I with Him in paradise? No, instead He gave me this… wonderful curse of immortality. But with a worn out body to enjoy it in! Why? To sit here and see the world decay as a bunch of globalists turn us all into digital cattle? I’m tired of everything. I’m tired of waiting! When is He coming back? When?”

“I… I don’t know. But we can’t give up now. The Final Battle is on.”

“Don’t count on me. I’m done fighting.”

“Shall we accept the good from God but not the trouble?” Miriam tried to negate my words. Then, glancing at Alan, “John, regardless of how you feel about Our Lord, I’m asking you, as a friend, please help Alan. He needs you.”

“Take him to a doctor.” I waved her off. “Medicine has advanced quite a bit and they worship at the altar of Science now. These men like Dr. Flipflop and his ilk fancy themselves as gods and aren’t afraid to tell you so.”

“You know they can’t help him. He needs YOU, John.”

“Why ME?”

“Alan was forced to endure The Chair of Wrath!” Miriam screamed – as if I didn’t already know. “He is trying to kill himself from the inside out!”

I let Miriam’s words hang in the air for a moment as I pretended to ponder the situation – even though I had no intention of helping. But then…

Wait a second, old man. I thought to myself. Alan IS trying to kill himself — and he very well might succeed!

Once I made that connection, things changed for me.

I couldn’t bear to let Alan escape this life – not without me too!

“Interesting.” I nodded, playing it cool for Miriam, even though my scientific curiosity was now raging.

The moment lingered as I tried to convince myself that what I was about to do was worth the risk.

Miriam waited anxiously, tending to Alan, and I could sense that she was praying urgently inside her mind.

“Arg! I should be asleep already,” I blurted at last, “lying with the kings of the earth, men who built monuments for themselves, but which are now lying in ruins. Let me just be like Ozymandias — dead and forgotten and covered over with sand.”

I continue my rant for a bit, however Miriam didn’t bat an eye.

Tired of it all, at last I gave in to her, “Fine. You have your wish – bring him to my workshop.”

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13 – Call me Azoth
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2.11 The Chair of Wrath

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Book II: Chapter 11
July 4

Sadly, The Blackness dissipated – taking the sweetness of death with it.

Eventually I realized that Miriam (and I) were merely back in the hallway – outside of Acedia.

I had no idea how she had been able to escape the room – and pull me with her.

“Praise God!” Miriam gasped, and in her desperation she allowed herself to take off her face mask and risk breathing the air in the hallway outside the Chairs of Woe in order to try to help her body recover faster.

As she sucked at the air, Miriam knew she had to keep searching – for time was running out on Alan — thus, after a few more breaths, she refitted her mask and then approached the next door.

“Ira.” Miriam whispered the word, obviously fearing what the Chair of Wrath might torment her with. “Alan must be inside one of these last three rooms, else all of this was for naught!”

I’ll be honest with you, I was mentally exhausted, and even though I knew it was fruitless, I tried to end this vision — it didn’t work.

Next I tried using my mind power to stop stop Miriam from going inside another room – that failed as well.

Unable to resist, I thus accompanied Miriam’s mind into yet another Room of Woe…

Immediately we were assaulted with scenes of uncontrolled Hate and Anger!

Then Gunshots rang out to our left and we saw a man murdered – the assailant’s face a visage of blood lust.

I heard Miriam gasp and I sensed her desperation when she said, “My hope is in You, Lord.”

At first, Miriam’s prayer seemed to work because the room then morphed to show us a fairly tame scene: people arguing about whether masks worked to stop Covid, but then the pro-mask group got angry and raged that the anti-maskers were ‘murderers’ for not wearing their masks. (I wasn’t all that shocked by this scene since I’d witnessed it for years now).

Next we saw a parliament scene, with politicians arguing about Vaccine Passports and Freedom Passes — their impatience boiled over into anger and suddenly a fight broke out.

After that we saw a group of #MAGA supporters being violently assaulted by an Antifa mob (well that’s nothing new, right?). Next it was black-clad police wearing United Nations Armed Forces garb hauling groups of people they’d nabbed as anti-vaxxers off to Re-education Camps (I assumed to be forcibly vaxxed and chipped). Then we was some sort of armed assault at the US-Mexico border

But then, suddenly the transgressions of the room grew in intensity again – giant violent protests, group suicides, and even large scale genocide as a result of various pieces of biometric code being activated within the mRNA Covid vaccines that people had been taking for years.

Before we could resist, our senses became overwhelmed — powerless to stop this madness, soon my own blood began to boil and I too became angry.

Hate! Ire! Rage!

All built up inside me and I knew Miriam must have felt the same happening to her. Yet just as Miriam must have realized she needed to escape this room too, suddenly we saw… ALAN!

He was locked within The Chair of Wrath — his face a mixture of torment, rage, and sadness. The sight of him made me even more angry and I wanted to run over and beat his face into more a pulp, yet before I could act, I realized that Miriam had vanished.

That made my anger shift to her — insane with rage at her decision to abandon Alan, I unloaded a round of curses on her name and beat the floor in wrath.

But Miriam proved me wrong again – apparently she had reunited her body and mind, because I saw her break through the doorway and force her way physically back into the room.

(Amazingly there wasn’t any security system to stop her – did Bates and Flipflop assume that no one would be crazy enough to break IN to this room?)

Regardless of how easy it was for Miriam to get IN to the room, her prospects for getting Alan OUT was going to be the real challenge as The Chair of Wrath immediately punished her with the its evil aura. At the same time I projected my own hate onto her as well.

For her part Miriam struggled to get Alan released from his bonds — to no avail.

In his poor condition Alan could do nothing to help her — he was simply too far gone.

Miriam’s desperation grew and I could <feel> her faltering.

Sensing an opportunity, before she could call upon God to help, I threw my every last mental effort against her – trying to destroy her.

But instead of being harmed by my mental assault, Miriam instead appeared to grow stronger – her body in intensity and she attacked the bonds that held Alan.

I raged at her even more yet Miriam was now seemingly immune to all my abuse and the power of the room no longer affected her either.

Instead it was as if she was filled with a newfound strength — and as she finally got Alan free, she forcefully dragged him out of the Chair of Wrath, and then physically carried him out of the room!

I don’t know how she managed to do all this and I found it incredibly disturbing –especially since she didn’t trigger any alarms and nobody from Ma’bus’ guards or servants was on hand to stop her.

As she escaped, I found my own spirit ripped out of the room as well – although I struggled to stay, I was powerless to resist – for my vision was tied to Miriam and thus I was forced to endure watching her.

I witnessed her leave quite a path of destruction within Ghaz al’ Ridwan Ma’bus’ palace as she made her escape with Alan – ruthlessly immobilizing anyone who got in their way (whether it was the effects of the Chair of Wrath on her, or else simply carelessness in using her powerful Probe, or perhaps a combination of all of the stresses of the day, the end result is that many suffered at Miriam’s hands).

In fairly short order, she and Alan were able to escape Ma’bus’ complex and emerge back into Baghdad proper. Miriam then stole a Jeep and used it to get them to an unregulated located in the mountains outside the UMAN border. Eventually they made their way to a place of relative safety in Germany.

As I saw this unfold I found it pretty fishy that Miriam had a fairly easy time at every border checkpoint – why didn’t her Freedom Passes ever trigger an alert about where’d she’d just come from? It made no sense, but before I had time to ponder further, my vision flickered…

When my Sight cleared, I was once more looking at Miriam in the present day of July 4.

She was masked, gowned, gloved, and caring for Alan in that tiny flat, with the German news on in the background.

Still comatose, I now understood that Alan was struggling within the battleground of his mind. Fool that she was, I noted that Miriam had also put a face mask on Alan too (in her stupidity she apparently didn’t realize this was only going to make Alan’s condition worse, but what can you do – there is no arguing with these pro-maskers). Meanwhile, I watched as Miriam continually talked to Alan, trying to help him to understand that he could escape from the prison of the Sin that held him. Yet so far, her efforts were fruitless.

Time was running out.

Miriam surely knew that Bates was after them by now and he WOULD find them.

Action was required, and it was clear what Miriam was about to do.

“Be still before the Lord, wait patiently for him.” She tried to reassure herself. “We need help. We need a miracle! We need… John.”

It was inevitable. As much as I didn’t want to admit it, I knew it was going to happen…

Miriam was coming to me!

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12 – Ozymandias the Great
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The Trap is Sprung (10)

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Book II: Chapter 10
July 4

My vision of the past continued – fresh off a success at resisting the Room of Greed, Miriam (and I) eagerly took on the next room.

I could sense Miriam’s confidence growing now and at first it seemed that her faith was justified — for not much was happening inside the room called Acedia first.

We saw examples of overwhelming laziness and indifference. Some people were simply unwilling to take action – either to help themselves or others no matter the potential reward or danger. Others had fantastic talents that were readily apparent, yet they too refused to act in order to share their gifts. Potential was left untapped. Grace left undone. And although unfortunate, Miriam was unaffected — in fact she almost allowed herself to be amused.

The bizarre scene inside Acedia

For my part, I was content to just let my mind languish for a bit. I actually began to feel a kind of peace – I must say, it was pretty nice.

However, we both failed to notice when the allure of the room began to <change>.

Soon we began to witness examples of melancholy, apathy, and depression. We saw others trapped in a world of joylessness — refusing to allow themselves to enjoy the Goodness of God. (I felt myself drawn to this crowd).

“Sloth” by artist Steven Burkett

We began to feel a sense of spiritual apathy – with images of the faithful being discouraged from their religious work.

Tristitia (Sadness) was confronting us — for Acedia was historically more defined by spiritual discontent than by mere physical laziness – yet too late did we remember this important fact!

“Tristitia & Dolor”

I could tell that Miriam felt an uneasiness of spirit and she began to grow restless, but I paid little attention to her because of a sudden I could sense my very soul being sucked into the room.  

Miriam tried to remove herself from the room… but I wouldn’t let her take us out.

I forcefully resisted her in the spirit world — for now I realized that I didn’t want to ever leave!

Panicked, Miriam called upon God to help her.

But no deliverance came.

And I rejoiced as Doubt (in the form of my spirit) assaulted her.

Do you really love God with all her heart? I shouted at her as a mysterious voice from within the Room.

With all your mind?

With all your strength?

With all your soul?

I tried to trick Miriam into remaining here forever.

In the past, I knew her answers to all my questions had been “YES!”, but using the power of this room, I convinced Miriam that now she didn’t know for sure. I told her that her love for God was trickling away – that which had ever sustained her was seemingly insufficient… draining… absent.

What good is your mission? I asked. If The Scriptures are truly divine, do they really need YOUR actions to be fulfilled? Surely, if they were true, then God would fulfill them regardless of what YOU do? Haven’t you worked long enough? Two millennia? Certainly you deserve a chance to rest for a bit!

I could sense Miriam’s desire to allow herself to perhaps just sit down and rest a bit.

No, to lie down. I encouraged. To sleep.

To be.  Yes, to just Be.

Just Beeeeeeeee.

“The Nightmare” By Fuselli

Suddenly The Blackness engulfed us…

(Was this The End I had for so long been hoping for?)

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11 – The Chair of Wrath
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2.8 Day of Doom

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Book II: Chapter 8
July 4

It was over a week before I finally found out what happened to Alan. During that time, I tried to drink myself into oblivion.

It didn’t work.

You still don’t understand, do you?

Who has woe? Who has sorrow?

Let me tell you — those who linger over their drink – watching it sparkle and rejoicing when it goes down smoothly. But, in the end, it bites like a snake and poisons like a viper. For my eyes ever see strange sights and my mind imagines confusing things. “They hit me!” I cry. And in the next breath, “But I’m not hurt? They beat me! But, I don’t feel it?” And when I wake, all I can think about is…”so when can I find another drink?”

Proverbs 23: 29-35

Yes, I have an addiction, but I happen to like it.

I was so damn drunk this past week, even if I did get a vision, it didn’t register – and that was alright by me.

But then I ran out of liquor, and being too lazy to put on a mask and activate one of my burners to use my E-Yuans in order to go to the liquor store, I found myself languishing in bed with a terrible headache.

Just as I began to get sober – naturally that’s when He snuck another vision on me…

I found myself looking in on a small flat – Alan was comatose in a bed and Miriam (masked, gowned, and gloved) was sitting beside him, “God is our refuge, Alan. Fear not – though the Earth give way and the mountains fall into the sea, we will trust in the Lord.”

Meanwhile, my attention was drawn to a small TV in the corner of the room – a German anchorman was struggling to deliver the news…

“None will ever forget June 26 – The Day of Climate Doom. It’s what our Climate Czar’s have been warning us about for years – and it’s finally happened! Current death tolls are simply beyond imagination. Japan is gone – engulfed by a massive typhoon; 130 million dead. The same monster waves also ravaged China’s coast, killing perhaps half a billion more.”

After a heavy sigh, the reporter continued, “Elsewhere, scientists have advised that a fissure caused Antarctica to break apart — sending nearly a quarter of that icy mass out into the southern seas, swelling the oceans. Flood waters have since ravaged South Africa, Australia, and South America. Little communication is possible at this time and uncounted tens of millions are suspected dead.” Another pause. “Today is the traditional Independence Day for The United States, yet that country has its own laments from the 26th. U.S. scientists are advising that the earth’s crusts shifted beneath the westernmost part of their continent, causing a giant sinkhole to open in the sea floor which appears to have swallowed the province of California. 40 million presumed dead. With their Congress and Executive branches in tatters, former President Barack Obama has taken over again and declared Martial Law to protect the country. ”

Now do you see why I was drinking so much? These are not the kind of chipper tidbits I like to hear – especially because, ever since that day, all sporting events had been cancelled!

And worst of all, on June 26, MY Phillies were playing a series against the Giants – the SAN FRANCISCO Giants!

Or should I say the San Andreas Fault Giants?

Ugh, now they’re gone too. Damn you, Bill Bates and your Climate tinkering!

Just then the newsman put down his papers and looking directly into the camera; with wild eyes he said, “This can only mean one thing: the end of the world is nigh! Prepare your souls f–—“

But the screen went black and was quickly replaced by a message in German which read, We are experiencing technical difficulties. Please bear with us.

(Ha, that old fool doesn’t know how right he is).

At this point, I guess Miriam had seen enough for she used the remote to turn off the TV. (Goodie for her – so she knows how to use a remote. Gee, she might as well be a monkey collecting coins on the streets of old New York).  Once more she looked down at Alan, lying motionless in his bed, “My soul finds rest in God alone,” After fiddling with her mask, she whispered. “He is our rock — we will never be shaken.”

Of a sudden, I got a momentary pain in my head (whether this was due to my hangover or the prophecy I couldn’t say) and as the haze cleared, I found myself presented with an array of new sights:  I was still watching Miriam, but apparently my vision had shifted back in time — for once more she dressed in black leathers, masked in a high-tech Nano Mask, and most importantly was hiding in Bill Bates new Baghdad palace’s courtyard… within the horrific statue of The Beast!

In my vision, it was now early morning and it looked as if Miriam was on the verge of abandoning her hiding spot, when of a sudden the curtains of the dictator’s parlors opened – to reveal Alan at breakfast with Dr. Ma’bus.

(Hmm, this must have been that meeting we saw – back on… June 25th? Gee, sometimes it’s pretty cool to see how these visions all fit together, huh?)

Surely Miriam must have been able to see Alan at the table, because the open windows afforded her a great view. Yet for the time being she didn’t move from her hiding spot.

We watched them dine.

Then we saw Alan’s distress over something that Ma’bus showed him on his laptop.

Then we witnessed Alan’s rejection of the tyrant’s offer of friendship.

All of this a bit of took time but even still it must have all seemed good from Miriam’s vantage point – after all, at least Alan was still alive.

However, I watched her concern grow when a beautiful young woman entered the room. There was no doubt in my mind that Miriam would view Mystery as an evil temptress – especially because the latter didn’t hide her beauty with a face mask like Miriam.

I think Miriam fully expected Alan to be put off by Mystery; however when it became clear that Alan actually recognized Mystery, and worse yet that Alan later went away with her, suddenly I saw Miriam’s confidence drain – for I knew that she wondered how any sane man could be willingly led away by such an obviously wayward woman.

(Even I had to admit from this vantage point that Alan looked like a lamb to going to the slaughter).

Even though she was wearing a mask, I could tell Miriam flinched – clearly she wanted to get inside the palace and rescue Alan, however in the bright light of day, with guards all around, and with Dr. Ma’bus still situated within view in his parlor, it was obvious she was unable move.

And so we waited.

It wasn’t until later that evening before Miriam could actually make her way inside the palace – and even then she wasn’t able to enter Ma’bus’ private section, but instead had to sneak her way inside one of the side areas that were a less guarded. Once inside, I watched her begin a systematic search of the palace, trying to find a way to relocate Alan.

It was a slow process – after all, even with her mental gifts, Miriam didn’t know where to look, and she still had to hide from countless guards – all while trying to fly under the radar of Ma’bus’ intricate security systems.  Furthermore, even though I knew that Miriam had communicated in the past with Alan using her telepathic gifts, right now she had no idea where to project her mind to and thus couldn’t locate him with this technique either.

As the hours passed, Miriam grew desperate – I wouldn’t be surprised if she was thinking about what that woman might be doing to corrupt Alan…

In her panic, Miriam began to use her Psychic Probe with more regularity – frantically questing for knowledge about Alan. Soon enough she resorted to outright violence as well.

Apparently these techniques worked because it seemed Miriam finally got some useful intelligence — after a brush up with more of the household personnel, she suddenly made straight for Alan’s cell room.

Unfortunately when she got there, the cell was empty.

An hour later Miriam found another helpful mind — gaining whispers of Ma’bus’ dungeon-like laboratories – yet when she searched there she discovered that none of them held Alan. (Luckily for Dr. Flipflop, he wasn’t to be found either).

Interestingly enough, I noted when Miriam realized that some of the cages inside the Life Labs were occupied, she did NOT take the time to help those prisoners – instead leaving those forsaken souls to God’s will, while she continued her search for Alan?

Well, nobody’s perfect.

Further probes garnered her more insights, yet all led to additional dead ends. Apparently no one seemed to know where Alan was now. And none could give any insights into the woman of mystery that had Miriam so concerned.

The 26th soon passed and as the afternoon of the 27th approached, Miriam’s haste increased and she began to use her Probe with such brutality that whoever she encountered was left in pretty bad shape (I heard later that the palace physicians were forced to deal with a number of inexplicable stroke cases that day).

And still she carried on.

Finally, while traversing one of the sub-levels again, Miriam came across a nondescript masked servant shuffling along with his head down. Given that the man was so lethargic, I thought Miriam might let him pass so she wouldn’t have to waste any time, but as he loped past her hiding spot, apparently she caught a <whisper> from the man’s mind.

Immediately then, Miriam surged inside his brain – ransacking through his mental fibers to find out if he knew where Alan was. As it turned out, he did!

Miriam discovered that the servant’s name was Iffat and he was one of Ma’bus’ personal attendants. But more importantly, Miriam learned that Iffat had earlier in the day escorted Alan, Dr. Flipflop, and Dr. Ma’bus to a hidden corner of the underground complex, to a hallway that ended in seven doorways…

To a place which held The Chairs of Woe.

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The Chairs of Woe (7)

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Book II: Chapter 7
June 27

I wasn’t surprised the next day when my Sight showed me another vision of the scene back at the New Babylon.

I no longer had any questions that Bill Bates in his new persona as Ghaz al’ Ridwan Ma’bus was in The Beast I wrote about in Revelation.

And even though I didn’t want to take part in the fight against him, I found myself unusually intrigued by him – like watching a horror movie where you can’t look away…

Meanwhile, when my vision fully cleared, I saw that Bates as the self-styled Dr. Ma’bus was talking with my friend Alan – the latter still the captive of the newly created UMAN League dictator. In addition to this pair, Bates’ ever-present pawn Dr. Fauci was also on hand – acting the giddy fool as always.

“Seven Rooms. Seven Chairs.” Dr. Ma’bus said to his prisoner.

Getting my bearings I could see that it was evening – apparently a day and a half after I last saw them all, yet in that short time I could see in Alan’s face that much had occurred – and it wasn’t good.

To begin with, I guessed Mystery that had delivered on her promise. And although I was sure that Alan probably tried to resist her, in the end, Mystery had likely forced herself upon him and thus consummated his sin — much to his horror.

That ‘event’ must have happened the previous night.

Since then I’d wager that Alan had probably been left alone to wallow in his own self-pity – an effective psychological assault indeed.

Looking at the hopelessness on his face, it was easy to see that Alan was not thinking straight and I knew if he didn’t get out of there soon, his soul was going to be lost.

For a brief moment, I felt a tug on my heart, pulling me to help my friend. But I quickly squashed this – after all, Alan knew the danger of being a Keeper of The Nails – we all knew this day would come sooner or later.

Now it was simply Alan’s turn to face the music.

(Sorry if that sounds harsh but I don’t have time to coddle you anymore).

Standing alongside Ma’bus, Alan was at the end of a hallway, with seven doors forming a semi-circle to the fore.

Behind the doors, only the unknown awaited.

Just then some color came into Alan’s face and he straightened his back, “The Lord saves — let us exalt His name forever.”

Bates chuckled at Alan’s attempt to show faith, “Ah, nice try, ol’ boy, but it won’t work here. Oh sure, we both know that you’ve been able to praise your way through the storm before, but your words ring hollow on this occasion. I can sense your self-doubt, Alan. It’s gnawing at you.  This is your Moment of Truth but you can’t help feeling like you’ve already lost.”

Alan didn’t reply directly to his captor, but instead looked upwards, “Oh, Lord, how can I be delivered now? For I am already in Satan’s hands.”

Dr. Ma’bus grinned at that. “The Lord has assigned you your portion and your cup, eh? Do you accept it?”

Hanging his head, Alan said, “There is a time for everything – a time to kill and a time to heal, a time for love and a time for hate, a time to be born and even… a time to die.” At last he looked boldly at his captor, “I will not shy away from my destiny. But I also know this — The Lord redeems his servants – and no one who takes refuge in Him will be condemned.”

“That’s nice. In any case, let me have Tony take over.” Bates looked to his plandemic partner.

Putting on his best game-show host persona as he stood in front of the seven doors, Dr. Fauci boasted, “May I present – The Chairs of Woe.”

Each door had a name printed on it in Latin, which Dr. Fauci then read off, “Luxuria, Gula, Avaritia, Acedia, Ira, Invidia, and Superbia.” Then translating further, “Lust, Gluttony, Greed, Sloth, Wrath, Envy, and Pride.”

“I understood you on the Latin, little man.” Alan sneered at Dr. Fauci. “The Seven Deadly Sins. How clever.”

“Well, obviously I didn’t bring you all the way here to just leave you in the hallway.” Bates laughed. “So, which one will you choose?”

Yet Alan remained silent.

“Well, we can eliminate Lust,” Dr. Ma’bus didn’t miss a beat and proceeded on his own. “You’ve already experienced enough of that from your time with Mystery, eh?” And even as Alan blushed painfully, Ma’bus piled on, “Or maybe you really DID enjoy your time with her and you just won’t admit it?”

“That’s enough, you dog.” Alan snarled.

“That leaves you six options. Which Chair would you like?” And before Alan could reply, the technocrat added, “Of course, you do understand that once you experience even one of MY Chairs, you will never be the same. Most people perish from the terrors they experience, but, I’m interested to see what’s going to happen to you…my immortal Lazarus.”

Despite flinching at the name, Alan again refused to reply.

Neither Bates or Fauci made an effort to say anything either, and so the minutes dragged by.

Finally Alan spoke – in his most professorial tones, “I gather your expectation is that, since I can’t die, once I experience ‘The Sin’ from one of your Chairs, it… will engulf my soul.” And sweating, he spoke on, certain realizations now becoming clear, “And furthermore, you’re hoping to force me to endure… ALL Seven Chairs… so that you can see if it’s possible to… to destroy the soul of an immortal?”

(Actually I was thinking the same thing — again I was sad for Alan but grateful that it was not ME in that position!)

Apparently Bates didn’t think Alan would have guessed that because he had a look of astonishment as he applauded, “My good man, you truly are a Sef de Catadre! Again I ask you to join me!” Then, holding out his hand, he added, ” Come, be my second in command. Surely I am offering you a higher post than what the Cursed One and his Son have promised you.”

“I’m not sure Dr. Fauci would welcome me taking over his spot.” Alan replied as Dr. Fauci shuffled his feet in embarrassment at Bates’ willingness to cast him off. Then Alan added, “Furthermore we both know your promises are worthless – again as Tony there can attest.

“As you wish. Again, your loss.” Dr. Ma’bus waved the matter away. Then, looking back towards the doorways, Ma’bus asked again, “Well, which room will it be?”

“A righteous man may have many troubles, but the Lord delivers him from them all.” Alan avoided the question. “After all, what can mortal man do to me? I am protected by God Himself.”

At that, The Beast finally lost his patience. “First of all, let me remind you that I am no mortal man. And secondly, if you won’t choose your fate, then I will do it for you…”

With that my vision ended. I never got to see Alan’s choice.

I wonder – which door would YOU have chosen: Lust? Gluttony? Greed? Sloth? Wrath? Envy? Or Pride?

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2.3 The Feast

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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.

7-headed dragon in revelation

(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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1.27 Room 101

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Book I: Chapter 27
June 23

The marathon revelation continued for me as I watched Alan’s torture from afar. When Bill Bates as Ghaz Ma’bus instructed his servant to take Alan to The Life Labs, even the loyal Iffat froze at the thought and I saw Alan visibly shudder at the thought…

What was it about Bates’ labs that scared everybody?

I feared we’d find out soon enough.

Not wanting to upset his master, Iffat quickly recovered and got to work — after further securing Alan to the bed’s frame, he adjusted the prison bed in such a way that Alan was raised fully upright. Then, after unlocking the wheels, Alan’s movable prison was ready to go.

Bates nodded, “All set? Good. Iffat lead the way.”

I watched as they guided Alan through stark hallways, devoid of activity. Finally, after descending multiple levels, at last they stopped before an otherwise non-descript room – its only detail of note being the numbers on the door, which read Room 101.

(Hmm, makes me think of an Orwellian book I once read. Oh, sorry, guess I’m getting off track).

Bates moved ahead to provide the security codes required to enter. Once finished, he opened the door, “Go ahead, Iffat.”

When his servant hesitated, Bates chuckled, “Don’t worry, Iffat, YOU will be exiting again.”

Still frightened, Iffat cautiously pushed Alan’s bed forward.

Torch fires burned in sconces on the walls, swathing everything in stark brightness – an evil paradox to the deadly pall emanating from Room 101. Standing in the middle of the room was none other than Tony Flipflop – the infamous doctor who’d partnered with Bates on creating the Covid plandemic.

“Welcome to the Life Labs.” Dr Flipflop proudly stated (he always was someone who loved a good show).

“It’s where Tony and I ply the task given to me by my father.” Bates added.

“Which is?” Alan could not resist.

“Why, that of attempting to unlock the mysteries of Life, The Universe, and Everything.” Bates replied in a deadpan tone.

In my vision I looked past the lap dog Dr. Flipflop and into the rest of the room. Against the rear wall I noted a steel cage – understanding at once that anyone who found himself in that cell would be facing a grim future indeed. For in the center of the room were three cold-looking, metal tables; beside each was a little push cart, filled with a plethora of cutting tools – flaying knives, bone saws, and hooks – as well as situational instruments like forceps, clamps and vices. Wash stands too stood at the head of each work area. And each table had raised edges on all but one side.

Seeing Alan also looking around, Bates also smiled, “Ah, you’re noticed our work stations. You’re probably wondering why the sides are mismatched? It’s simple really — whenever Dr. Flipflop has one of my subjects exposed on the cutting board, with their blood flowing freely – and it always does – well, I just can’t stand for him to lose even a drop. But with our tables crafted in this manner, we can ensure that Dr. Flipflop ‘s participant will have their life-force flow down the slope of the table, to run off into tiny troughs waiting below to collect that precious liquid. Clever, huh?”

Alan’s knees buckled, “Why are you showing me all this? It doesn’t matter what you do to me. I’ll never help you.”

Bates overlooked that, “Prior to our tour, you asked how I planned to influence you.” And striding casually around the room, he explained, “Surely you were around during the so-called Dark Ages, right? Alas, how I miss those days. Yet, I digress. You will make a great candidate for Nail Removal. Perhaps I’ll instruct Tony to pull off a few of your toes too. Of course, you can be sure that we won’t overlook my favorite method of all – Flaying – even I get in on the fun for that!” And he demonstrated his delicate technique in the air with one of his knives. 

(BTW, for an excellent feel for what it’s like to be flayed alive, read this article from Ranker – I can tell you from first hand experience, it’s pretty accurate!). 

Meanwhile, seeing his words hit home, Dr. Flipflop goaded Alan, “You see, that’s the beauty of it all, Mr. Zarus — Dr. Ma’bus tells me that you CAN’T die! I’ve never had a subject like that and I can’t wait to experiment on you.”

“We’ll torture you forever – until you break.” Bill sneered. “And you WILL break, Lazarus.”

Alan gritted, “You can break my bones, but you’ll never break my spirit. My Lord will protect that much.”

“Even your master broke in the end.” Bates laughed.

“Preposterous!”

“Search your feelings and you know I’m correct.  We had Jesus on the brink, ready to give up. You know he felt forsaken on that cross. It was his moment of truth and when he finally realized his own father abandoned him, you know what he wailed…”

“Eloi, Eloi, lama sabachthani,” Alan whispered.

“’My God, why have you forsaken me.’” Bates translated in delight. “It’s true — your Master doubted himself and all he THOUGHT he was.”

“But in the end, God DID save his son.” Alan fought Bates’ logic.

“Your God broke his promise to my father! The deal was that we could tempt Jesus WITHOUT him getting assistance from Above.”

Alan did not reply – seemingly caught in his own vision of what Christ must have endured while in the limbo of Hell without His Father’s protection. 

“Christ in Limbo” by Hieronymus Bosch

(OK, I’ll admit, this was all news to me. Even though I said I don’t care, I’m not all that keen on doubting the power of God. I mean, it’s one thing for a child to complain about his parents, but the kid doesn’t usually like it when an outsider is doing the insulting, right? That’s kind of how I felt. Bill Bates was really starting to get my goat).

“Nonetheless,” Bates calmed himself, “We are patient. My Father and I know the treacherous ways of The Cursed One. After Jesus’ death, when he descended to us, we had three good days with him – but there again your God broke his promise and forced us to give up his pitiful son.”

“This is insane. Jesus descended to Hell, overcame death, and rose again in victory within three days – just as The Scriptures said.”

“Documents written by men AFTER the fact prove nothing. Talk about Revisionist History.” (OK, so he might have a point there, but when else could we have written them?)

“That’s not even worth a reply.”

“Believe what you will. But my point is this — your Christ did NOT defeat Death. And he certainly did not defeat my father. If so, why is this war not over? No, the FACT is that we let Jesus go.”

“You’re mad.”

“Perhaps. Even still, I speak the truth. After all, in your own Scriptures, didn’t Jesus repeatedly say that your own generation would not pass away before his second coming? Yet where is he?”

(Now this was hitting too close to home. If I had any power to end my visions, this would have been one I sacked. But alas, I was locked in and, like Alan, forced to keep listening to this madman).

“I tell you the real truth!” Bates said. “Your Messiah is a coward.”

Alan changed the subject, “I will endure anything you throw at me. And my Lord will give me all the strength I need.”

“I figured you’d say that. Which is why my plan is not really to have Dr. Flipflop torture you indefinitely – just to give you a taste of what your friends will feel.”

“What do you mean? Have you done something with Benedict?”

“Don’t worry about Joseph – evil men are snared by their own sin.”

“Then who are you talking about?” Alan played dumb. “What are you really after, Ma’bus?”

“Surely you know that I need all THREE Nails. And as to what I want, you know that too, Brother — I want to destroy you, I want to destroy your master, and I want to destroy all that ever was. I want to consume it all, to be ALL!”

OK, I have to admit, by this point I actually pissed my pants – and saying that was because I’m an old man is not really true – I was scared!

Thankfully, my vision finally ended, and I could get back to my bottles of Jack — yes, I said bottles – it was the only way I knew I could escape my fate… or so I hoped…

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Call Me Ishmael (26)

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Book I: Chapter 26
June 23

Just as quickly as the Witnesses came, they were gone; once more I was looking back at Alan – and his new visitor…

So who was it that entered Alan’s room?

I’ve got to say, I was a bit shocked myself when I saw none other than Bill Bates!

Look, I’m the first to admit that I hate “The News” and I believe that President Trump is right when we says that most of it is just ‘fake’ news anyway. 

But that said, even I, who hate listening to this hogwash, even I knew enough about current events to know that Bill Bates was the most beloved world-saving philanthropists of our times. To think that he of all people would show up here as Alan’s captor was beyond belief. 

(Of course, it didn’t help matters to recall that I had actually let myself believe that Bates might actually be The Sav— but arg, enough of that!)

I shifted my attention back to Alan and his visitor…

“Bill Bates? You are The Beast!” Alan averred to the man who had entered his prison cell.

(Surprised though I was to see Bates standing there, there could be no denying it was him – especially since he wasn’t wearing a face mask. I found myself intrigued by the vision and eager for answers – how in the hell did Bill Bates turn himself into Satan’s son?!?)

“Call me Ishmael.” Bates quipped in reply to Alan. “Or call me Irresistible. Although I’d prefer you stop calling me by my White Privilege name and instead kindly recognize me by the more racially equitable moniker Ghaz ‘al Ridwan Ma’bus.”

“Well, this is certainly a break from your impeccable image, Mr Bates.” Alan refused to use the made up name. “What would the rest of the world think of you torturing me?”

“Torturing you?” Bates sighed. “Why I have done no such thing. My team is merely holding you for your own good. I’d say that’s pretty altruistic. And as for my image, apparently the world likes me quite a bit. After all, the U.N. elected me Secretary General.” Upon seeing Alan’s surprised look, Bates added, “Oh, that’s right. You didn’t hear the news. Well, allow me to fill you in: Ki-Moon is dead – don’t ask me how, I’m sure your friend Benedict had something to do with it. In any case, I am the new Secretary General. As usual, I gave an impassioned speech at my coronation. It was a lovely ceremony. But more importantly, this is just another stepping stone in The Great Reset – soon enough I’ll be named the first World President and then I’ll control the world forever more.”

“But…but…?”

“What’s the matter?” Bates teased, when Alan didn’t respond. “Cat got your tongue?”

“What do you need ME for?” Alan relaxed back into his bonds. “In your own words you already said you’ll control the world. What else is there?”

“I want souls, dear Brother, SOULS…”

(The way Bates said his last comment caused me to feel a terrible chill – as if his was emanating malevolence. Sorry, Alan, but immortal or not, I’m glad you’re there and not me).

Fighting against this, Alan cried out, “There’s nothing you could do to make me help you! I don’t care if The Brotherhood did help you gain control of the world’s resources after your made up plandemic – clearly we underestimated how you would use The Great Reset and your Climate Change agenda. But even still, you’re nothing more than a glorified nerd. You’ve already been given more than you deserve and when I get out of here, I’ll personally see to it that you are finished. You can’t harm me and you know it.”

“I may not be able to kill you, but I have ways to influence you.”

“Such as?”

“Well, rather than have me tell you, why don’t I SHOW you, eh?” And calling back through the doorway, “Iffat, enter.”

His servant dutifully entered — head down, awaiting his instructions.

“Iffat, kindly arrange it so that our guest can go on a little tour,” Bates commanded. Then to Alan he added, “To the Life Labs.”

(Now why doesn’t that sound like a GOOD thing?)

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1.15 The Grandmaster

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Book I: Chapter 15
June 12

My vision of Benedict and his conspirators continued. After the professor’s revelation about The Seven Seals, all three of them turned inward — examining their thoughts.

Antonio Abbracciavento seemed to realize that the subject that he had devoted his life to was unfolding before his very eyes – although now it appeared he didn’t have the stomach for it.

Meanwhile Teri seemed to be relishing every moment. And as for Benedict, well it was obvious that he still had a major part to play before he could finally retire to that much desired rest, (but I couldn’t help thinking of the proverb: He who digs a hole, falls into his own pit).

Eventually Antonio spoke further about the terrible implications of the Seven Seals (And for the most part, he explained my work quite well). Yet, it was all he could do to hold himself together and he noticeably shook during his monologue.

For his part Benedict listened stoically, detaching himself from the grim horrors that the professor described. Once Antonio finished, The Pope added his thoughts, “Dreadful? Yes. Necessary? Absolutely. After all, we must remember — the sheep were made to be shorn. It is their role in The Great Play.”

“All things work together for The Good.” Antonio patted his daughter’s hand as if to console her, yet I knew he was trying to convince himself more than anyone else.   

“You are not responsible for this, Antonio.” Benedict advised. “Just because you have the foreknowledge of the crime doesn’t make you guilty of it.” The oldster was about to reply, but got tongue-tied instead and the Pope sensed his fear, “Sharing what you know with the world will NOT stop the events from happening. Do not even think of such a foolish act.”

Teri looked at her father in horror. “Papa! You were not contemplating this were you?”

Again, Antonio stuttered – further convicting himself.

(Fool. Don’t you realize that God has a plan and things will happen in His time and His time alone.

We are all just the pawns of prophecy – whether we act or not.  

That’s why I don’t care anymore – after all, it doesn’t matter what Antonio, me, or any of us do — He already knows how it will all turn out!)

“Get control of yourself, Abbracciavento.” The Pope grated. “You’d be a fool to reveal such knowledge to the world. No one would believe you. More importantly, The Wheel of Time WILL turn and December 21st will arrive regardless of what you do.”

“Father will do no such thing.” Teri quickly changed the subject. “And speaking of December 21st, wouldn’t you like to hear about Mr. Bates?”

“The rascal is proving to be quite a genius, eh?” Pope Benedict said.

“Indeed. He is becoming a power by literally buying the world.”

“Everybody wants the Identichip, eh?”

“Did you know many nations have stopped accepting trade unless they are paid in E-Yuans through the Identichip? Nobody has confidence in the financial backing of ANY country – except the Bates Foundation blockchain system administered from the World Economic Forum. That’s why people are so desperate to be implanted with an IdentiChip and why UN is recommending it. Even Putin is on board – although I’m sure there’s a back door deal or two in play.”

“So, Mr. Bates has the world by the balls and now the UN wants to sell our souls back to him?” Benedict summarized. “And yet I say — what the wicked dread will overtake them. Yet so be it, friends – for let’s not lose sight of the prize.”

“The Triumph of Christ” by Gustave Dore

Your Grace, what will happen now?” Antonio asked.

“I would bet The Brotherhood is going to have Ban Ki-Moon removed – soon.” The pope was quick to reply. 

“Assassination of The UN Secretary General?” Antonio gasped.

“Father, don’t interrupt.” Teri hushed him.

“That would be the next logical move.” The Pope explained, making the motion to wash his hands of the matter. “And there’s not much we can do to stop it – as I said, the Wheel of Time will move forward of its own accord. Once Ki-Moon is out of the way, the picture becomes much clearer for our adversary.”

“Bill Bates will be elevated to power – just in time for the Great Ceremony.” Teri smiled.

“Ah, my children,” The professor interrupted. “I’m afraid you are mistaken. For Mr. Bates has already declined such a position. Even if he wanted it, surely Putin and Xi would block such a move – those two are always conspiring.”

“Bill Bates as Secretary General is inevitable.” Benedict re-affirmed. “Yet’s that only a minor stepping stone for him. I’m surprised you didn’t see this, Antonio — the world is in turmoil and it has been for over a decade. We need ONE person to step up and draw us together under the banner of peace and safety. The planet is begging for a leader who can help us escape these never ending pandemics and find sustainable solutions to the specter of climate change. Who else could that person be but William Henry Bates III? Sure he makes a pretense of resisting, but in reality only because his time has not yet come. He will accept the post when it is laid at his feet – when the world begs him to take over – and with your pawns Putin, Xi, and that puppet-master Obama leading the way.”

“Father, I’ve already told you The Brotherhood has been pumping The Bates Foundation’s agenda up throughout Africa.” Teri reminded. “They’re using the BLM goons to build anti-Asian sentiment against Ki-Moon among the more radical factions of Europe so he won’t be around much longer. The World Health Organization, CDC, and political hacks like Dr. Flipflop have destroyed people’s businesses and their spirits with never-ending lockdowns against their made-up pandemic variants. Ninety-nine percent of the world is now on universal basic income and nobody can work, travel, or even buy groceries without their Freedom Passes – and that’s assuming they have enough social credits to unlock their account. The public is crying for a savior! Why it’s all going according to plan and you know this already. Why are you being so difficult?

(I would have known that too — had I been to any of the recent Brotherhood meeting).

“But, how does that help our cause?” Antonio asked. “I thought we were trying to destroy Mr. Bates, not give him even more power.”

“Have you ever played Karpov?” Benedict asked.

 “In chess?” Antonio returned the question. “Are you asking if I have played the Grandmaster Anatoly Karpov?”

“Yes.”

“Why would Karpov waste his time with me? I’m no master.”

“I have played Karpov – once.” Benedict reminisced. “1984. You may not know this but I actually did hold Master rank during my youth– although it was unofficial, given my religious position. In any case, the Grandmaster taught me quite a lesson…

“For Karpov’s intentions became understandable to his opponents only when salvation was no longer possible.

“That is what happened to me too.” Benedict continued. “Karpov drew me in, allowed me to rise to a position of power, and then ruthlessly crucified me. Once he decided to make his move, his drive to mate was inevitable and certain. Mind you, at the very point when I felt that I was on the verge of setting up my mate of him — when I felt most secure and actually stole a breath! — the very next instant, he turned the tables on me, and his every successive move led to victory. He was inexorable.”

“And that is what we shall do to Bill Bates, father.” Teri giggled.

“Check and mate.” Antonio agreed.

“Indeed.” Benedict smiled. “We’ll give Mr. Bates what he wants – we’ll give him the world. For that is HIS destiny. But in the end, I’ll take it back – for that is MY destiny.”

(I’ve got to say, although I’m done with The Commission, this vision WAS interesting. Hey, if The End of Days really are coming, then that’s fine by me – perhaps that will finally stop the insanity!)

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