Baron Von Bodenwerner | The Last Temptation of John

Book III: Chapter 22
November 13

“What are we going to d—“ Miriam stopped short as their door to her cell opened and a trio of Brothers entered in upon her and Alan.

“You?” Alan spat in disgust when he saw The Brother in command. “What are you doing here? Did you just come to catch a glimpse of us because we are doomed? Or are you going to experiment on us? Is that it? Well, let m—“

“Alan,” Miriam interrupted, “do you know this man?”

Before Alan could reply, the Brother in question (that would be ME as The Baron) turned to the two guards and advised, “Leave me alone with them please. Don’t worry; it’s quite alright. Yes, please just go stand outside the door. And remember, we are not to be disturbed.”

After the door closed, I turned back to face the captives, yet before I could explain, Alan answered Miriam’s question, “Although the world at large has probably never heard of him, this man is well known among the Brotherhood elite. He specializes in genetic engineering…. more like genetic atrocities! Miriam, let me introduce you to… Baron Von Bodenwerner.”

Miriam eyed me rather curiously and I could tell she was making an attempt to infiltrate my mind. I worked hard to keep her out of my mind. After a brief pause she asked, “What are you doing here, Baron?”

For my part, although I was overcome with emotion at seeing my friends again, the facial alterations made possible by my alchemy covered my real expressions, thus a stoic silence was the only reply I gave them at first.

At last, I whispered urgently, “Are they secret? Are they safe?”

Perplexed by this mysterious question, Alan replied, “What in the world are you talking about?”

“Lazarus! Miriam! It’s ME – John!”

Both Alan and Miriam took a step back at my strange revelation, but I moved closer to them within the cramped room, “Stop. Listen. It’s me, John of Salome. I’m in disguise. This is merely one of my identities.”

“What are you talking about, Von Bodenwerner?” Alan was unamused.

“Shhh!” I motioned to the door. “I use alchemy to alter my appearance. I have a number of different identities that I use to infiltrate The Brotherhood… and other organizations — but that’s not important. Listen, what matters right now is that I’m here to rescue you.”

Unfortunately my friends didn’t buy it.

“Are you honestly trying to coax us into believing that you are THE John of Salome?” Alan scoffed. “That’s preposterous. I don’t care if you are claiming ‘disguise.’ The fact is that I’ve known you as Baron Von Bodenwerner for decades. You’re a scoundrel! Why the horrible things you and Dr. Flipflop have done. As waylaid as John was, even he wouldn’t have overseen some of the ghastly experiments that I’ve heard YOU and Flipflop were responsible for. What you did at Tikrit back in 2004 and then with the Wuhan Lab why it’s—“

“Don’t believe everything you’ve heard. Most of those infamous discoveries were just propaganda I fed the Inner Circle – to throw them off track on developing the real thing. Come on, man, think! Haven’t you ever wondered why Flipflop never got a superbug that could provide the Brotherhood with total control of their New World Order?”

“Er?” Alan stammered.

“Because I was the head man in charge of everything! Why, I’ve been misleading the Brotherhood scientists like Flipflop for years. It’s only because of me that he and his teams keep getting FARTHER away from the truth. Indeed, left to their own devices, the Flipflop’s genetic engineers would have profiled a DoomsDay Bug long ago. Lord knows they had their chances with Swine Flu, AIDS, H1N5, and Covid.”

“But, wait a second,” Miriam jumped in, “If you really are John that doesn’t make sense either. I mean, why are you here? John made it pretty clear that he wanted nothing to with us… or Jesus.”

“Exactly.” Alan added, “So what’s changed?”

I lowered my head in shame and took a moment to answer. “The cords of death entangled me and I was overcome by trouble and sorrow.” Here I looked to them for understanding, “But then I called at last on the name of our Deliverer and proclaimed, ‘Oh Lord, save me!’ And in my hour of need, He replied, ‘Be at rest once more, John. I am with you always.’ So I asked myself, ‘How can I repay the Lord for his goodness to me?’ And the answer was clear – by finally fulfilling my vows to Him and uniting with you to do his work; thereby glorifying his name.”

Before either of them could process my professed transformation, I continued, “Lazarus, Mary, I’ve repented of my sins. I was wrong. You were right. Gabriel reminded me of my mission. I’m here now and I’m going to rescue you.”

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Book III: Chapter 17
November 13

Ah, The Baron…

Sure he was a bit flamboyant for me, but that’s what made The Baron fun

Baron Von Bodenwerner was one of the current identities that I had been cultivating over the last few decades. As Von Bodenwerner, I was a quasi upper-level member of the Brotherhood, and my purported specialty was Ancient Physical Sciences – Archeology Division.

A debonair, middle-aged, German nobleman, my Von Bodenwerner was fair of skin, had a carefully manicured mustache, and sported a classic Whig’s wig. The onyx-lined monocle I wore perfectly suited the stark, faux-military outfits I usually wore whenever I played him.

I have to admit — The Baron was a fun character for me to play.

Truth be told, I had made a quite a name for the baron within the Brotherhood by showcasing an unparalleled knowledge of biological weapons used by ancient civilizations — this (obviously) was much appealing to The Inner Circle – for like I told you before, The Brotherhood was always looking to unlock the secrets of world-controlling weapons.

As The Baron, I had continued to elevate myself through the ranks of the Brotherhood elite and was now a member of the Seventh School of the EA Mystery – the highest (known) rank for a Brother outside of the mysterious Inner Circle

I’d never been able to crack into this group – hey you can’t win them all, right?

And yet, The Inner Circle knew The Baron quite well – for although my overt specialization was ancient sciences, my true task was much more sinister – for they had appointed me the clandestine chief of Operation DoomsDay Bug (the over-arching system that include all the great plandemics of the 20th and 21st centuries – including AIDS, The Swine Flu, H1N1, and current Covid scam). Yes, that meant that Tony Flipflop was one of my right hand man assistants, and yes I hated every minute of my time around that horrible self-serving gnome, but such is life.

Given my previous experience with The Brotherhood back during the Tower Bay incident, the fact that the Inner Circle had approached me as Baron Von Bodenwerner in the mid 1970’s and had asked me to lead this new research team, well even I was not willing to accept this as a mere coincidence.

The Inner Circle at one of my bio testing facilities

And yet, what could I do?

One does not say “No” to The Brotherhood!

I did the best I could to balance their desires versus my own goals, but needless to say, I had my hands full – thankfully I toiled mostly behind the scenes and this suited my overall plans just perfectly.

Nevertheless, although I had been able to learn about this meeting fairly easily, had I not been a member of the Seventh School I would not have been granted access — of all my current identities, only the Baron was a member of the Brotherhood at that level, thus another reason why I had to choose his persona on this occasion.

For this would be no run of the mill Brotherhood meeting – it’s agenda included none of the faux satanic orgies expected by the early Seekers of EA, nor did it promise a discussion of the wild conspiracies of the supposedly in-the-know middle level members.

Instead, to put it plainly, this was slated as a “policy making” meeting for those individuals who determined the fate of the world…

As my dinner arrived my Baron Von Bodenwerner character remained brooding in silence – smoldering within the black Brotherhood robes that covered my World War I era German nobility garb. I was drinking a beer called Vielle Bon Secours. (If you’ve never heard of it, it’s probably because you can’t afford it. This brew tops the list of the world’s most expensive beers — costing around $1,000 per bottle. That said, if you can afford it and you get a six-pack, be sure to invite me over !)

Although you might be shocked to hear it, nobody at the event was wearing face masks or any of that silly Covid Health Regulation garb the common people were required to – everyone in this room knew all that personal protective equipment was ineffective against the made-up Covid virus and there was no need to virtue-signal at this very private event. Additionally, we also all knew that masks and the like were always more about population control than health science and since this was the group that was controlling the world population, well, you see where I’m going with this…

Meanwhile, from veiled lids, I took in the sights while sitting ramrod straight in my ornately carved (and totally uncomfortable) chair.

“…of all the animals revered in ancient societies, none were as important as the snake.”

From a dais in the center of the room, a speaker continued to read from The Book of the Tree of Knowledge of Good and Evil while we Brothers dined.

The speaker’s words flowed like honey, in half-chanting tones that bathed the room with his mellifluous voice as if he had a supernatural aura about him. Even had I not been able to see his face, I would have known him from his <voce> alone.

For there could be only one person capable of commanding the scene like this…

The beloved dictator of the UMAN League.

Appointed Secretary of the United Nations.

The most powerful man on the planet.

The person who tortured my friend Lazarus.

The White Warrior who executed Elijah and Enoch in front of a cheering crowd.