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3.23 Out of the Frying Pan

Book III: Chapter 23
November 13

At the revelation of my rescue attempt, a newfound hope was evident on the faces of my friends – therefore I repeated my earlier question, “Are they safe? Do you still have The Nails?”

The Nails of Jesus

At that point the smiles fell from Alan and Miriam, and I didn’t need to hear them answer to know that it wasn’t good.

Even still, Alan advised, “After we left you, we went to Rome. We found Miriam’s Letter from La Papessa. Unfortunately Cardinalate Marrollo found us.”

Cardinal Marrollo

“He forced us to see Benedict.” Miriam took up the tale. “We thought Marrollo gave The Pope La Papessa’s letter and that Marrollo was working for Benedict.”

“The good news – at the time anyway,” Alan added, “was that Benedict convinced us that he was NOT The Second Helper and that all of his overtures to support Bates in the world spotlight were just a ruse – meant to allow him to keep tabs on Bates. Sort of a keep your friends close and your enemies closer type of a deal.”

“Well, given what went on out there tonight, I’m not sure we can trust Benedict anymore.” I replied. “This is a VERY private meeting and he would have had no reason to show his support for Bates’ Ma’bus persona… unless he really meant it.”

“That’s what we feared.” Miriam agreed. “We could hear all the shouting when they were sentencing us.”

“OK. OK. But what happened with you and Benedict?” I tried to change the subject.

“Naturally he wanted our Nails.” Alan answered. “We told him we would go get them and bring them back, but after we left him we chased after Marrollo instead. For although I could do nothing to stop him, I realized that Marrollo never gave La Papessa’s letter to Benedict but instead used a slight of hand to slip him a worthless re-creation.”

Marrollo’s slight of hand was good but not this good, eh?

“So you noticed that ruse too, eh?” I smiled. But when he didn’t understand how I could have know about the trick, I added, “Never mind, please continue.”

“So anyway, when we learned that he did not in fact give La Papessa’s letter to Benedict, we surmised that Marrollo was actually in league with Bates.”

“And we reasoned that if Benedict was not the Second Helper, then Marrollo must be!” Miriam added.

“So we chased Marrollo to Baghdad.” Alan continued. “Miriam used her mind tricks to help us to infiltrate the infamous Dr. Ma’bus’ palace. She tracked down both of our villains and then we stormed in upon them in one of Bates’ private chambers — ready to send The Beast and his Helper back to the Fiery Pits! But then…”

A long pause.

“And then?” I prompted (now regretting the fact that my power of Sight had been taken from me!)

“To this day, I still am not sure what was really was going on there.” Miriam eyes were distant. But it was a scene I will never forget…”

“Well, did you find Bates in there or not?” I asked urgently.

“Oh, we found Bates…” Alan explained, “And Marrollo… and they were indeed in the Chairman’s chambers. Furthermore, they were quite… distracted – which allowed us to sneak in on them. But they were not in fact alone – Mystery was there too.”

Mystery

“Mystery, but why?” I asked.

“Because Marrollo was crucifying her to an upside down cross right there within Bates’ bedroom!” Miriam blurted. “And all the while, Bates was looking on… and laughing.”

Ma’bus or Jafar?

“Oh how Mystery writhed in agony upon that cross.” Alan closed his eyes tight against the image. “Regardless of the fact that she was an evil wench, the sight itself was horrible. The blood… the screaming… her eyes…”

“Yes. Yes. I get the picture.” I replied anxiously. Then, running back to the door to listen, I urged my friends, “We’re running out of time here. What happened next?”

“This is where it gets confusing.” Miriam answered. “As we barged in, Bates was handing Marrollo the case that held Alan’s Nail. Marrollo was wearing some sort of glove that apparently allowed him to pick up The Nail and he grabbed it just as Bates turned around to face us. And then it was as if we all got caught up in a sea of… er… emotional mystery.”

“What do you mean by that?”

“It’s hard to explain.” Alan said. “Mystery was barely alive and when she saw us barge in, for a brief moment, a ray of hope crossed her face. But when she recognized us, and especially when she laid eyes on Miriam, she knew we would NOT be saving her from her fate.” Here I noticed that Miriam couldn’t help but smile even as Alan spoke on. “As for Bates, he stopped laughing and instead began to rain down curses upon us.”

“But none of this sounds too surprising to me.” I interrupted. “They reacted just as I would have expected.”

“Let me finish. You are correct — Mystery and Bates didn’t do anything that surprised us.”

“It was Marrollo!” Miriam couldn’t resist. “As he was holding The Nail, and while Bates was facing us — with his back towards Marrollo – I caught hold of the cardinal’s eyes – if only for a moment. And… I caught a glimpse into his mind… and the <thought> I saw there was amazing!”

Nobody said a word as Miriam took a moment to collect herself, “I would swear on my life that, in that moment, Marrollo was contemplating using The Nail… to stab the demon that has become Ghaz al Ridwan Ma’bus!”


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24 – Into the Fires
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3.13 Careful What You Wish For

Book III: Chapter 13
Nov 2-4

The next day, unable to resist, I turned on the TV again…

Only to learn that the actions of the “White Warrior” were being attributed to the man calling Ghaz al-Ridwan Ma’bus – that meant the world was hailing none other than Bill Bates as the Savior!

Unable to look away, I saw multiple broadcasts that showed the mutilated bodies of the Two Witnesses strung up on gallows outside Bates’ new palace complex in Baghdad – the streets filled with people of all nationalities rejoicing at their death – things were so crazy that the people even dared to congregate without masks!



“Fools!” I cursed. “Do you actually believe your punishment is over just because The Witnesses are not here? Pah, the world must pay the consequences for its sins!”

Obviously no one cared for my words – instead the crowds only grew with each newscast I saw. Always did the people call for their beloved Dr. Ma’bus to appear and lead them in a celebration; yet he was nowhere to be found – the official story being that he was deep in prayer, asking God to purify him after being used as the instrument of divine retribution.

“Ha, I’ll bet he’s already gone.”

My desire for news sated, and now certain that I was not going to miss anything, I turned off the set and went back to reading my Bible…


A couple days later, around mid afternoon, I believe I might have been one of the few people in the world who was not surprised by what happened next.

I turned on the TV, suffering through more propaganda about how great Dr. Ghaz al’ Ridwan Ma’bus was.

World leaders were voluntarily giving up their command (at the demand of their own citizens!) and asking to become a part of Bates’ Union of Many Allied Nations; multiple reports even talked about that Russia, China, and even the US were also joining UMAN — with Presidents Xi and Putin being ‘elevated’ to serve as Dr. Ma’bus’ World Commanders – one for each hemisphere. (I wonder what Bates and the Great Reset gang promised them to get them to go along?)

On top of all this Pope Francis appeared on air and he too hailed Dr. Ma’bus as The One True World Leader — going to far as to recommend that all nations join UMAN in order to restore order to a world in upheaval.

And then, suddenly, it happened.

Right in the middle of a speech from Rabbi Metzger, the broadcast was interrupted, and after a bit of herky-jerkiness, the camera focused once more upon the bodies of the Two Witnesses.

Naked and horribly mutilated, each was nothing more than bags of broken bones, caked over with dried blood, other bodily juices, and various refuse that had been heaped upon them.

Their faces were bloated and bruised.

Their eyes still those lifeless, hollow holes.

Yet, I knew that this was NOT going to be the final destiny of Elijah and Enoch.

And then, even as I watched, I saw <Life> suddenly breathed into the two prophets!

First, their chests expanded, and with a great <WHOOSH> they gasped forth the terrible miasma of Death that had held grip over them these past three and a half days. The onlookers in attendance — who had just been celebrating the prophets demise now received a bit of divine retribution — for a horrible boiling disease began to burn them alive!

Chaos was the scene now as crowds rushed to escape its fate. Yet in spite of their tragedy, my eyes (and the camera) were locked on the prophets.

I watched in wonder as their bodies were first shrouded by a mysterious light. Moments later, I saw Elijah and Enoch as they once were – with their bodies restored, they seemed to float in the air, held by a divine hand.

Elijah and Enoch

After a last glance to the world below, both peered upwards, ever upwards. And, as if in response to their unspoken request, the Heavens opened above them and the two prophets rose.

Their ascension was excruciatingly slow as Time seemed to be at a standstill, and in the end, after the clouds moved back into place, I braced myself for what was to come.

Yet even I was not prepared for the terrible <BLASTS> of the angelic trumpets that bellowed forth! Again and again and again — no less than six full trumpet blasts rang out all over the world!

Divine Retribution is coming!

Meanwhile, at the conclusion of the prophets’ ascent, the onsite camera appeared to burst into flames — leaving the broadcast on my TV suddenly black; however I didn’t need to wait until future news reports told me what I already knew…

A divine earthquake had just occurred.

Seven Thousand were dead.

Bates’ palace had just been leveled (even though I knew he was already gone).

The Second Woe.” I wept. “And the Third One is coming.”


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2.1 The Watcher

Book II: Chapter 1
June 24

John Salem? Who are you? WHAT are you?

Such were the thoughts of a tired old man – such were MY thoughts – as I lay in bed, unable to get anything but a fitful sleep.

Caught between the dream world and the real, I cried out to God.

“I am confined to a life I cannot escape. Why do you afflict me so? All day long your terrors destroy me – and Darkness is now my closest friend.”

Psalm 88

I wailed similar other thoughts I can no longer remember and then mercifully I passed out again…a few bottles of Jack Daniels will do that to you.


An hour later, I woke up again – only to get another terrifying vision…

I watched as a silent stalker prowled the grounds of a middle-eastern palace complex. It was late, perhaps during the second watch, yet still a multitude of guards roved the stronghold. It didn’t take much effort for me to realize where this vision was…

Baghdad, capital of the new UMAN empire!

For thousands of years this city marked the center of a war-torn region, yet all that changed when Bill Bates changed his persona into that of Dr. Ghaz al’ Ridwan Ma’bus and then used his power and influence with the United Nations (and The Brotherhood of EArth) to transform the Middle East into what he called The Union of Many Allied Nations.

Since the entire region had been under strict lockdown since the Covid plandemic first began (read: all the people had been vaxxed, chipped, and were now used to living in a population controlled society) and since Bates and his Great Reset cronies like Klaus Schwab had planned to do this all along, the process was relatively easy — it simply involved redrawing some lines on a map and changing a few names on some accounts at The World Bank.

And that’s how Bill Bates became the de facto dictator of an area that included Iraq, Iran, Israel, Syria, Turkey, the Arabian peninsula, Egypt, and most of Northern Africa.

The entire process was completed in a weekend – and Bates then moved his world headquarters to Baghdad to celebrate the coup.

Since The Brotherhood had long since turned the world media into its Ministry of Truth style propaganda machine and since this was merely another step into the Brave New World of the World Economic Forum’s Great Reset towards the United Nations’ Agenda 2030, Bates’ coup was without condemnation – instead it was hailed as a world blessing. The #FakeNews media played a non-stop narrative about how citizens around the world were pleading with their governments to join the UMAN League. They also featured supporting narratives that included BLM and Antifa rioters proclaiming UMAN as the only non-racist government on the planet, as well as a cavalcade of scientists and economists who ‘proved’ that the UMAN form of government was the only sustainable way of managing the world’s resources if we wanted to prevent a climate change disaster.

In reality it was all an agenda-driven crock of crap – but since nobody asked me, I was merely another peon who was forced to continue to watch Big Brother technocrats take over the world.

As for Baghdad, once Bates as Ma’bus chose it as his capital, he sought to do what ever other totalitarian dictator in history has done by making a big production of about transforming the city into a modern technological marvel – starting with the reconstruction of the city’s most imposing building — the 600-room palace of King Nebuchadnezzar II.

Overlooking the Euphrates, and shaped like a ziggurat, the new palace Ma’bus built was situated upon very locale where the ancient Babylon king’s palace also once stood. With some of Nebuchadnezzar’s original bricks still rising a few feet above the earth, Ma’bus’ workers installed countless more sand-colored blocks — inscribing them with the words…

Ma’bus, protector of the UMAN race.

The monstrous hilltop fortress was surrounded by lush Eden-like gardens, reminiscent of the famous Hanging Gardens that were known as a wonder of the world for centuries. Spanning more than five football fields in width, Ma’bus’ complex showcased a limitless array of impressive towers, arched gates, and majestic stairways. Lavish in the extreme, many of the walls were painted with 360-degree murals painted in honor of ancient Babylon, Ur, and the Tower of Babel (not to mention more than a few of Ma’bus himself – although even with his Muslim robes and hat, the pictures of the ruler still looked a lot like the nerdy Bill Bates version to me).

Nebuchadnezzar’s Palace – Rebuilt by Ghaz al’Ridwan Ma’bus

Yet none of this ostentation mattered much to me and clearly not to the silent stalker I was watching – for I knew she was not here to admire the architectural beauty of Bates’ new realm, but was instead was on another mission.

After all, although the world now view this Dr. Ma’bus as a leader who was on fire for world peace, you and I know better now, right? And I had to assume the little spy I was observing knew the same.

And if, by chance, she hadn’t known about Bates’ nefarious side before her arrival, surely she must have realized it by now — for with practically every step of her covert journey through the dictator’s palace grounds she was confronted by an in-your-face military presence – as the UMAN League capital was patrolled by menacing guards trained to shoot first and ask questions later. (Something the #FakeNews naturally never talked about).

And yet, none of the guards even noticed our spy — for I’d already watched as this unwelcome (and as yet unknown) intruder had no trouble slithering her way over walls, past the eyes of countless patrols, and eventually into her present hiding spot. And while I was not all that surprised to see her be able to pull off a stunt like this, I’m sure you must be wondering how she managed to penetrate Ma’bus’ defenses so easily, right?

I suppose one could argue that it’s not completely unthinkable for a lone intruder to scurry past a host of wandering guards.

And I guess it’s its theoretically feasible for such an invader to bypass the many other security systems — provided they knew all the checkpoint codes, the secret passwords, and had knowledge of the other miscellaneous security challenges.

Yet even then, the assailant would need quite a bit of luck as well, right?

However I say what’s possible in theory is far from likely in reality!

Unless of course the invader has more than luck on their side.

Such was the case for our friend Miriam Magdala – you remember her from Book I, right?

And so it goes – we get to start today with a vision of Miriam!

Lord, help me, there’s not enough Jack in the world to get me through that!


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