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2.22 My Soul is Yours

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Book II: Chapter 22
July 11

I’ll be honest – I was still shaking as I watched a vision Bill Bates hang upside down on what appeared to be the Cross of Saint Peter. It was a gruesome scene.

For her part, Teri Abbracciavento (aka Mystery) continue to sob at the feet of man who she (and I) thought was the Antichrist. The man whom she’d laid all her hopes upon – hopes that now appeared to be gone.

Of a sudden, Bates’ head jerked up.

Jumping back, Mystery raised her hands as if to ward off a blow, even as the man who called himself Ghaz’ Ma’bus slowly opened his eyes. Yet her horror (and mine) only grew in scale as Bates’ eyeballs rolled over – showing only the whites, laced with blood.

“Ghaz?” Mystery eked out, bravely moving towards him, but her courage melted when Bates spoke!

“I am Legion – WE are many…” The antichrist advised, his visage writhing — as if the flesh of his face was being burned by an intense fire. Yet it was the words Bates spoke next that finally sent Mystery running for her life – for when The Beast opened his mouth again, the sinister sounds were the Tongue of The Abyss.

Then it was that Mystery (and I) realized that not only was Bates NOT dead, but he had not been crucified against his will either – he did this intentionally in order to commune with demons of the underworld!

“If They find out I’m here, They’ll kill me!” Mystery panicked, fearing discovery by Satan’s minions. “I’ll get sucked into The Fires!” And she raced back out of the room, leaving her master to his fate.

(Too late, woman, The Beast knows you were here. You’re doomed).

My Sight continued to follow Mystery and less than three hours later, I watched her board a plane to Rome.

“I can’t have my soul returned to The Fires.” The beautiful woman shivered, sitting in a fairly empty section of first class on a plane flying over The Mediterranean. “But what can I do? If my fate is sealed with Ghaz, only Benedict can save me now.”

Yet even as she said it a new thought seemed to take hold, and with eyes wide, she whimpered, “But what if Benedict is in league with BAVI after all? He might well laugh in my face and hand me over to death.”

Mystery’s mind must have locked at that thought, because her face twisted and she was silent for a time. Eventually she decided, “I can’t explain why but I feel my only hope is Benedict. I must escape from Ma’bus!“

Yet just then, the plane shook with turbulence.

“Whoa!” Mystery gasped – her words echoed by other passengers.

“Hello, folks,” came a voice over the intercom. “This is your captain. We’re heading into a bit of unexpected weather. Please fasten your seatb—“

But the pilot’s words were cut short – as the plane suddenly dropped through the air! Drinks and bags went flying as passengers and flight attendants struggled to keep from being jostled about the cabin. It only got worse from there as the plane took a full nose dive, plummeting through the air at breakneck speed.

”It’s my fault!” Mystery gripped the seatback in front of her whilst the airplane rapidly descended. “Ghaz, please, don’t forsake me. Give me a chance to do your will!” And she ducked as a piece of carry on luggage went whizzing past her head – slamming into a passenger a few rows in back.

Screams raged all around and the pilot’s voice came back on, “God…. help… us!  We’re going… down! If… you know a prayer… now is–”

And then something rather strange happened — for the briefest of moments, I got a glimpse into Mystery’s mind. (Is this what Miriam sees when she does her mental probe thing?) I saw Mystery’s life flash rapidly before her eyes (too quickly for me to make out much), but the important thing is what happened next – amazingly Mystery was given the opportunity to beg for The Lord’s forgiveness and grace!

The plane’s descent continued, yet for Mystery, time stood still…

As she considered God’s call.

Unfortunately for her, she hesitated – and that was all the time Ma’bus needed to bore back in to her psyche.

As it turned out, Mystery prayed like I have never heard anyone prayer before – and yet, unlike the rest of the passengers onboard who were surely also asking God for help, I realized in horror that Mystery’s lamentations were to someone altogether different – for Mystery was praying to Lucifer.

“Save me, Master!” She wailed. “Save me to do your son’s bidding. I pledge myself again to him alone. My soul is yours. Save m–”

Immediately the plane righted — to joy of everyone onboard.

The remainder of the flight was uneventful, however the turmoil had served its purpose…

Mystery no longer had any doubts about what to do.

“I will carry out my mission.” Her voice now devoid of emotion, even as all around her people celebrated. “And then I will return to BAVI. Let him do with me what he will. I belong to him… and his father. The Fires are my destiny.”

At last my visions ended. I was left alone on my back porch – my beer having long since gone warm.

“Damn. So this is really The End?” I looked up at the evening sky, knowing inside that it was all just beginning. “But there are so many good beers left to try?”

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2.21 The Cross of Peter

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Book II: Chapter 21
July 11

My revelation concerning Bill Bates as The Beast was about to take a very strange turn – for as soon as she was released from Dr. Ma’bus’ assault, I watched as Mystery ran to her room and broke down.

For nearly an hour, she let her emotions pour out – eventually crying herself to sleep.

(It was quite a mess and I wasn’t sure who was being tortured more – her or me?)

Unfortunately, my own agony didn’t end – I had to endure this vision until Mystery at last woke up and blubbered, “I’m doomed if I stay here. Look what happened to Dr. Flipflop! But what else can I do? Who would want to save ME?”

After a time she pondered, “Can I come clean with Benedict? If I plead for his protection, will he spare me when The Moment arrives?”

Yet even as she said the words, I saw her dismiss that notion — first off because I think she knew that Pope Benedict would not believe her, and secondly (and much more importantly!) surely she must have known that the man who called himself Dr. Ma’bus could read her mind and that harboring such a traitorous idea would surely lead to her doom.

As if on my cue, she gasped, “Don’t even think it. That was not my idea.” Again I watched her throw a tantrum, pounding on her bed in frustration — trying to erase even the memory of that treacherous thought. “Oh now – He knows!”

Frantic at this new idea, Mystery jumped off her bed and raced back toward’s Ma’bus’ quarters. “I’ve got to explain — I am not a traitor!”

“Where is he?” Mystery screamed at one of the guards who barred her entry back into the dictator’s private domain. “Which room?”

“Miss Abbracciavento, I’m sorry, you are not permitted right now.”

“You don’t understand, I must see our lord. Now!”

“There is noth—“

A knee to his groin cut off further words and, as the man fell to the floor, Mystery flew past him down the hall.

Reaching the door to Ma’bus’ room, she wasted no time in knocking but instead barged in… only to be met with something quite unexpected.

In the far corner of the room, a large wooden cross had been erected, set up in the shape of an “X.”

Nailed upon that cross, upside down, wailing in agony, was Ghaz’ al Ridwan Ma’bus – Bill Bates – The Antichrist Himself!

It was not a pretty sight – The Beast’s naked body was coated in a mixture of blood and sweat. Just as Mystery entered, his chest was racked by a violent spasm, and then his eyes bulged from his head, as if he was unable to withstand the intense pressure building up inside his skull!

“Ghaz, Noooo!” Mystery screamed.

Even though Mystery was now standing in plain sight, it was clear that this man Ma’bus did not see her — in fact, I got the feeling that he was not actually looking at anything (or at least not anything in THIS world).

Too curious or perhaps too scared to just leave, Mystery was unsure what to do.

But then it happened – all at once Ma’bus’ wailing ceased, his head flopped forward, and his body went limp as his weight pulled against the nails that impaled his wrists and feet.

(Could it be? Is he?)

“Oh no, Ghaz, you can’t die! Don’t you dare leave me!” Mystery ran over to the gruesome display and fell to her knees at the base of the cross, trying to talk herself out of this nightmare. “Why Ghaz? When you first showed me this macabre thing last year, you said it was the very cross of Peter of Galilee had been crucified upon, and I knew you were enamored with it, but… I didn’t think you would really do… THIS?”  

(Was this really Peter’s cross? I had to admit, it sure looked the part. More importantly, did Bates just kill himself? Could we actually be lucky enough to see Dr. Flipflop and Bates bite the dust in the same day? Lord, don’t tease me like this!)

“What’s going to happen now?” Mystery looked at her lifeless lover.

Meanwhile, I was left to wonder – was this all part of God’s Great Plan? If so, I couldn’t help being amazed…

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22 – My Soul is Yours
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2.20 The Substitute

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Book II: Chapter 20
July 11

<Grgggl… Grrrrrr> I watched as Mystery continued to struggle against Bill Bates’ Dr. Ma’bus persona, the girl begging him for her life.

“What’s that?” Ma’bus joked, pretending to lean in to listen to his victim, even as he tightened his grip on Mystery’s neck. “Can’t hear you, honey. Cat got your tongue? Ah, that’s too bad.”

Just then the door to The Beast’s chambers opened and Dr. Flipflop entered – he was masked and gloved and carrying a silver platter, upon which sat a scorched black caisse (I’m sure you know what’s inside).

Turning around at the intrusion, the evil dictator nodded, “Ah, thank you, Tony…my loyal servant. Wish I could say the same for everybody here.”

His eyes glazed over as if under a spell, Dr. Flipflop smiled with delight, eager to conduct his experiment.

While Flipflop waited, Bates smiled down at Mystery, before reaching over and carefully undoing the lock that held the box’s lid in place. After this he gingerly opened the ebony container and positioned Dr. Flipflop ‘s gloved hands so that Mystery would be afforded a view inside.

Now I know, to the uninitiated, a cursory glance at the contents of the box the evil doctor held wouldn’t have warranted a second look – for the lone item inside was merely an inch thick, eight-inch long piece of hammered iron.

From a modern-perspective, YOU would probably look on it as nothing more than an ordinary railroad tie and wonder why such a meaningless object would be afforded such a glamour treatment. But believe me when I tell that you it was impossible to separate the visual sight from the <aura> that emanated from the Nail itself.

For <DEATH> radiated from the Nail in the box.

<Abandonment>

<Forsakenness>

<Hopelessness>

These feelings and more pulsed forth from the Nail. (Even in my location, I could feel It’s calling!) Anyone confronted by the sight would have quickly sought to escape the Nail’s presence – I realized that Bates must have somehow used the power of Satan to fortify Dr. Flipflop against the Nail’s aura otherwise the man would have been unable to even hold the chest, yet, it was Mystery who took the brunt of the Nail’s force.

“Krrrrr—yrrrr—RAAAAW!” She screamed — yet it was all she could do to just to raise her voice, as Dr. Ma’bus still held her muscles in check – something that clearly amused him.

“Well now. Let’s see, Tony.” The self-proclaimed Antichrist laughed. “Certainly we didn’t bring Lazarus’ Nail in just so this woman could look at it, did we? Oh no. we want her to FEEL the full force of that power. Shall we proceed, doc?”

Dr. Flipflop ‘s was giddy with anticipation of what was to come, whilst Mystery’s eyes went wide in fright. She tried to scream in protest once more – to no avail.

(Something tells me this is not going to end well).

Trapped in place, Mystery was forced to stare at what appeared to be the instrument of her demise. Her eyes bulged as blood vessels began bursting from the pressure of her fear.

Luckily for her, Bates master’s next words were not what she expected — as he advised. “Tony, old boy, how’s about YOU reach in and touch The Nail for us?”

Fool that he was, Dr. Flipflop didn’t realize the consequences of his action (which was nothing new for him) and with a lack of hesitation probably greatly assisted by Gate’s pyschological hold over the man, Flipflop set down the case on a table next to Mystery’s chair, and then began to reach his hand into the box.

(Part of me wanted to shout out to warn the plandemic orchestrator. but I knew it wouldn’t do any good in the vision. Furthermore, I can’t stand Dr. #Flipflop Lies and if this was how the world finally got rid of him, that was fine by me. Go ahead, Tony, stick your hand in that box and let’s see what happens – and don’t worry, when you die, we’ll count it as another one of your fake Covid Deaths to keep your scam going).

Mystery watched in horror as Dr. Flipflop ‘s fingers neared the Nail…

“YAWWPP!” The foolish man reeled back in agony and was soon writhing on the floor (the sight of which reminded me of all the victims of Tony’s Covid Vaccines who experienced similar reactions from those DNA-changing, population killing injections).

Bates had initially backed away at his friend’s screams, yet now he rushed over to inspect Dr. Flipflop , “Ah yes, just like all the others.” Then turning back to Mystery, the nerd explained in a detached manner. “Notice how Tony is bleeding from those ghastly holes in his hands and above his ankles. He has the infamous Stigmata of the Nazarene. So far, it’s been consistent with all who have touched the Nail.”

For her part Mystery was unable to reply — for terror was still written all over her face.

Next, Ma’bus tore open Dr. Flipflop ‘s lab coat and shirt – to reveal a horrible gash in the man’s side. “And this wound is reminiscent of where Jesus was pierced by the roman centurion Longinus. Oh the theatrics of it all, neh?”

Spear of Longinus

“What about…” Mystery managed to mutter.

“The marks of the Crown of Thorns?” Ma’bus interrupted, as he reached down and hefted up Dr. Flipflop ‘s head to bring it closer to Mystery for inspection. “Look here. Do you see them? Notice how his hair is matted with blood – it’s pulsing this picket-fence of tiny pin pricks around his scalp.”

“My God.” Mystery had her voice back. “The <power> IS real.”

“Verily.” Ma’bus smiled, letting Dr. Flipflop ‘s body drop to the ground.

(And that’s how we finally got rid of Dr. Flipflop – it was decades too late of course and the evil doctor had thus managed to do a lot of harm to the world with the countless plandemic scams he’d pushed on the planet (AIDS, Swine Flu, the first SARS, MERS, and of course his prized Covid Variants scheme that helped enable Bates’ Great Reset), but as I watched the weasel that was Flipflop bleed out, I couldn’t help but think of Solomon’s wisdom “He that diggeth a pit shall fall into it; and whoso breaketh an hedge, a serpent shall bite him” from Eccl 10:8. Goodbye, Flipflop , we’re not sorry to see you go!)

Meanwhile, Bates showed no remorse at the loss of his friend (read: his tool) and he unceremoniously used Flipflop ‘s hand to place the Nail back into its case before letting the man fall back to the floor. Bates then turned to Mystery. “And so, that brings me back to you, my dear…”

(Excellent – I hope the technocrat gives that slut the justice she deserves!)

Her face pale, Mystery looked at Dr. Flipflop lying in an ever-growing pool of blood, “Ghaz, please, no!” She begged, as Bates threatened her with the Nail. “You need me. Why are you doing thi–?”

The Antichrist grabbed her by the throat, “Don’t tell me what I need! If you have a part to play, what that entails and how long you continue in your role is up to ME! Just like with Tony here. I run this world and your life – not Benedict, not John, and certainly not you!”

“What have I done to anger you? Why are you turning against me?”

“That’s like asking the wind why it blows. Seek not to understand me, dear. Instead seek only that I might understand you.”

“What… are you g-g-going to do to me?”

Again, Bates brought Lazarus’ Nail’s case close to the woman’s face.

Mystery tried to turn away, “Please, Ghaz’, please! I’ll do anything!”

Ma’bus snapped the case closed, “You’re too easy, girl. Don’t you think I already know you’ll do anything? Yet, that’s what concerns me — for others could too easily, ah, encourage you to do anything for them too.”

“That’s not true. You know I serve you only. Only YOU, Ghaz’!”

“Is that so? Well, time will tell if you speak the truth. Be that as it may, for now, we need to move forward. Elijah and Enoch are about to give a new message. I need you to go to Rome and ensure that Benedict issues a response to the world. In addition, you are to contact Marrollo again, he needs to know about Lazarus and Mary – inform him they will soon be on the way to Rome, intent on…”

And so, the dictator continued to deliver new plans to his underling. It was clear to me that both of them knew these tasks were mere test missions to confirm Mystery’s loyalty — and it was obvious she understood the penalty if she failed – another date with Lazarus’ Nail – only the next time her experience would be much more up close and personal.

For her part, Mystery groveled for her life, assuring Ma’bus she would not fail him.

In the end, he accepted her promises and let her go. (Much to my chagrin).

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2.19 The Word Became Flesh

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Book II: Chapter 19
July 11

A couple nights later I had my sleep interrupted again – this time with another vision of The Two Witnesses as the word became flesh before my eyes…

<Drip… drip… drip…>

<Drip… drip… drip…>

<Drip… drip… drip…>

I watched as a frustrated Enoch, despite his blindness, arose from the prison floor and tried to ferret out the source of the annoying drip. After a time, he did successfully locate the trickle, but unfortunately the crack in the cell’s ceiling was simply too high for him to do anything about.

<Drip… drip… drip…>

Ice cold rivulets splashed into Enoch’s maw – smelling of raw sewage they were far from refreshing. And so, backing away dejectedly, he slumped back down onto the pile of filthy straw that was his bedding and did the only thing he could – endure.

As for Elijah, he might as well have been a dead log. During this brief respite from their visions, I was certain that sleep, if the prophets’ could grasp it, was a welcome relief. (Even though my own was currently being interrupted!)

Turning my attention back to Enoch,  I wondered if he ever remembered that he was once a man of renown – and if so, would that knowledge cause him to curse his present condition? For the fact that he formerly enjoyed the favor of God but was now subject to a fate worse than Job seemed like a pretty raw deal to me. (After all, this was something I could definitely relate to). Or was Enoch foolish enough to believe he was going to be rewarded for this ‘righteous’ suffering?

<Drip… drip… drip…>

“Will this never end?” Enoch muttered, head hanging in misery. “Where is our savior?”

(Well I guess that answers my question).

Suddenly my vision shifted – torn from the prophets’ cell, I was again looking upon the man calling himself Ghaz al’ Ridwan Ma’bus. He was in his private quarters and again watching a webcam of the prophets, but this time he was not alone.

“Don’t worry, my friend, I’ll save you.” An unmasked Ma’bus replied to Enoch’s question, even though the prophet never heard him.

“What does he mean?” Mystery said. Not only was the woman not wearing any Covid personal protection, but she was wearing little else – climbing off the bed she clasped a wisp of silk around heras she came up behind her lover to look at his computer. “What will never end? The virus? The world? His revelations?”

“Who cares? He’s clearly not having a true vision, so it doesn’t matter.”

“How do you know he is not prophesying?” Mystery wrapped her arms seductively around the technocrat’s shoulders.

“Look at Elijah — he’s out.” Dr. Mab’us casually brushed off Mystery’s advances. “The Two Witnesses never reveal wisdom unless they both speak. So perhaps Enoch’s just complaining about the food?”

Mystery ignored her lover’s rebuff and chuckled along at his last comment before growing serious, “Benedict suspects something about all this, you know.”

“So?” The computer whiz turned dictator continued to stare at his webcam, allowing his mind to think of ways to improve the tech in the device.

“So, he never got around to asking about the prophets, nor how Alan escaped — but only because I got out of there before he could dig too deep.”

“He knows about all of it by now.”

“How? Did you tell him? Did he—“

Bates raised a hand, “Don’t forget the kind of power we’re dealing with. Joseph Ratzinger is no ordinary man. He is one of the Chosen.”

(A Chosen — Joe? Again, I’m as confused as you are).

And closing his computer screen, Dr. Ma’bus turned to look at Mystery, ignoring the temptation of her seductive body, “Benedict already knows that I have the witnesses. And as for Lazarus, surely Benedict knows that Mary came to my lair to rescue him… and that I let Mary succeed.” (Whoa, what’s that?)

“But he wasn’t happy to learn that you kept Alan’s Nail.”

“Of course not. He wants The Nails for himself – and he’ll stop at nothing to get them. I’m sure he’s already planning to influence Mary and John to bring him the other two.” (Hey, don’t bring ME into it!)

“But he won’t succeed.” Mystery smiled. “Alan’s nearly dead because of what Dr. Flipflop and you did to him to him with The Chair of Woe, and John is out of the game permanently.”

“On the contrary. Lazarus will be fine. John will repent. And Benedict will eventually get his hands on all three of The Nails.” (La, la, la, I can’t hear you!)

“What?” Mystery gasped – apparently wondering if she’d chosen the right side.

Bates seemed to know what she was thinking, “Dost thou have so little faith in me?”And before Mystery could stutter a response, he explained, “This is all part of MY plan, dear – just like with Covid. As for Lazarus, you know I only wanted to toy with him in The Chair — you know he is needed for something far more important… later. I knew that Mary would come to rescue him once she was informed by Gabriel. So by torturing Lazarus, I forced Mary to take him to the one person on earth who could cure him of the wounds I inflicted.”

“The Apostle John.” Mystery nodded.

(No, this is not happening! Please don’t let me just be a pawn. Don’t let all of my actions be predetermined! Quick, what am I thinking right now? What am I going to do next? See, YOU don’t know, right? And neither do I. So how can they?)

“Correct.” Dr. Ma’bus replied. “Mary had to take Lazarus to John. Given his resentment against Jesus, I’m sure John resisted getting involved, but I expect that Mary was quite convincing.”

Mystery smiled knowingly at that comment.

“Oh, not in the way that you are thinking.” Ma’bus explained, pulling Mystery over to lap and ripping away her coverlet. “John’s too old to care about this sort of thing.”(Hey, you’re wrong there). “And I’ve always wondered if he liked women anyway – after all his own gospel says that he is the apostle that Jesus loved. Ha!” (Now that’s a low blow. I’m not gay – not that there’s anything wrong with it — that lifestyle just doesn’t appeal to me). “And Mary doesn’t have your… talents. But the bottom line is that she has learned how to control minds – remember the havoc she caused here – my people are still suffering from her rampage. And I don’t doubt she would use that power on John too.”

(Wrong again — I did not agree to help because I was influe– Wait a second, DID Mary use her Psychic Probe on me?)

“But, even if John cures Alan,” Mystery asked, still sitting in the nerd’s lap, “how do you know they will go to Benedict? And why in Hell would they give him their Nails?”

“My dear, let’s not forget WHY these Nails exist in the first place.”

Mystery hesitated, “Er… ah… to destroy… you.”

“Don’t be afraid to say it, love. After all, what you said IS the truth.” And here the flaccid man pushed Mystery off as he rose up and took on a pompous air, “These are the very nails by which Jesus of Nazareth was gloriously crucified nearly two thousand years ago. The holy spikes that pierced his flesh and sent him to the grave. Why, the beat-up iron still retains his blood! Enemy or not, I understand the power these instruments contain — they will be the glorious tools by which I complete the Armageddon Rite and thus stop the Nazarene’s Second Coming once and for all. Indeed, December 21st will mark the official beginning to my own reign upon this world!”

Although Mystery smiled back, it was clear she was still unsure.

“I sense your uncertainty. Care to see what the Nails can do?”

Mystery took a step back, grasping for her coverlet again, “Here? Now? No. I’m confident in what I already know about them from my father, and in what you’ve told me.”

“Ah, but I don’t think you are.” The dictator reached out and grabbed her by the hair! (Damn, this girl’s been taking a beating lately, huh?)

“Ghaz, no!” Mystery shrieked, unable to break his iron grip.

Spinning her around, the man slammed her into a chair and ripped her silk away again, “Don’t move!” As he spoke, his eyes rolled back – showing nothing but the whites – and his voice became rich with an ancient <power>. “Now you’ll get a taste of what I possess.”

Although Dr. Ma’bus’ demonic persona quickly receded, Mystery remained trapped in place, whilst the man tapped his watch to activate its communication feature, “Oh Jamir, be a good sport and bring me The Nail of Lazarus.”

(Can you say, ‘Yikes!?!’)

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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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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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2.1 The Watcher

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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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1.27 Room 101

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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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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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1.23 Vision of the Skull

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Book I: Chapter 23
June 22

My marathon day of visions continued. After moving past the vision of Mary and Jesus, my second – and much more interesting – vision, was pretty deep — think Book of Revelations…

Revelation Two Beasts

As best I could make out, I was witnessing a FUTURE event—for I was looking upon The Altar of The One True God at The Temple of Jerusalem and immediately I spied Chief Rabbi Yona Metzger, Pope Benedict XVI, the Ayatollah, and that crazy nut Bill Bates — all together.

Given the hordes of people covering the hillsides, I surmised that this was the much publicized ceremony that Rabbi Metzger was organizing to unite their religions in a new era of brotherly love. (Hogwash in my opinion, but who am I to object?)

My vision blurred for a moment, and when it returned, the entire mood had shifted; something was off – for the rabbi was now laying motionless upon The Altar — and peering closer I could see he was dead. Looking around, I also noticed three crosses in the background — they had an eerie resemblance to the ones back on Golgotha – especially since I saw figures on those crosses – crucified!

I strained my eyes to identify the victims – only to get a major shock – for the first body hanging limply on a cross was Lazarus!

I turned to the second cross – only to see Mary.

(Can you guess who was nailed to the third?)

Yes, it’s always unnerving to see yourself as a bloody corpse, but over the years, I’ve been stabbed, shot, and killed in so many ways that it doesn’t affect me much anymore. Instead what excited me about this vision was that, perhaps, just perhaps, this death would really take.

For if this prophecy was true, it seemed I was looking upon the event which I had been waiting nearly two thousand years for – my own death!

Whoopee!!

Now as I told you before, Mary, Lazarus, and I had all been made immortal so that we could stop the coming of The Antichrist. This was our Commission and if successful, we’d be assisting Jesus in his glorious return – unfortunately, it was a job at which we had failed miserably – many times.

For nearly two thousand years, we’d been on guard. At various times in the past, my friends and I thought The End Times were approaching and that the Antichrist walked the earth – yet upon every occasion we were wrong.

Now, however, it appeared that I was finally seeing a different vision – for it was the first which showed the deaths of The Immortals – which I always knew was a key to The End.

Unfortunately for the sake of The Commission, again it seemed that my friends and I had failed – for in my vision The Beast was very much alive, while we three were clearly dead. (Oops!)

Once more my vision got hazy. When next it cleared, I found myself riveted back to the altar – someone was standing there. It was a man who looks like everyman, yet no man. He was wearing a crown of thorns and blood was raining from his head. For a moment I thought it was Jesus, but suddenly I realized it was another – Bill Bates!

Or was it? For his face shifted, and I was left to wonder, Is it you, Lord? Are you really Bill Bates?

Yet there was no time to be sure, for now there was more activity over at the crosses. Something was being done to defile us — a figure in white was pushing a spear into the sides of our bodies.

That’s when I realized Lazarus and Mary were NOT dead after all – for I heard them scream as they got impaled!

Did that finally kill them? I had no time to ponder further, for now the mysterious murderer came over to me.

Entering my own body in my vision, I looked down upon my murderer, yet before I could make out his face, he pierced me too!

“YAAAWWWWWP!!!!” I wailed and even though it was a vision, it hurt like Hell!

To my horror I realized just what we had been speared by — This wasn’t the infamous Spear of Longinus, instead it was one our Nails… The Nails of Jesus Christ!

Immediately my soul began to separate from my body and I was floating away to… to?

As I felt my true self being torn from this world, my vision shifted back to The Altar.

Bill Bates was there and the figure in white was approaching him from behind.

Finally I could see his face clearly — it was none other than Joseph Ratzinger — Pope Benedict XVI!

Then it was that I made a shocking observation: Joseph was actually carrying The Nails – something no mortal had ever done and lived to tell about it.

Yet the pope was doing it — carefully he took each one and installed them in a glowing new crown – even as Bill Bates was removing his own crown of thorns.

His face a picture of <POWER!>, Bates was glowing with Victory.  Meanwhile, Joseph face showed a sly smile as he lowered the crown filled with our Nails down upon Bates’ head…

<A Blinding Light from Above!>

And the vision expired.

Breathless, I was left with but one thought..

Can it really be true? My God, Pope Benedict will be responsible for the death of Bill Bates!

Wait, which one is The Antichrist?!?

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