Having just witnessed unwelcome memories from nearly 2,000 years ago I was ready for a break.
“Ha! ‘Surely Mary won’t wait around forever?’ Eh, Peter?” I quipped to myself as I remembered what my friend said and took another sip of my iced tea (yes it was a Long Island).
“Well, it seems we were wrong about that, for hell hath no fury like a woman scorned, right?”
Still on my porch, I snickered to myself with chagrin – for as I pondered the situation in hindsight it seemed that nobody got what they wanted:
Lazarus never did get Mary.
Jesus never accepted Mary’s advances.
I’m still here rotting in this worn out husk of a body.
All of our dreams have been dashed.
“Why have you cursed us like this, Lord?” And I threw my glass down on the porch – watching it smash into countless pieces, even as the remaining liquid quickly seeped through the floorboards. Overwhelmed with shame, I cried, “I am worn out calling for help, God. Will my life never end? Even if I end up in the land of gloom and shadow – even still I will go if it means I can only escape this so-called life!”
As if on cue, I noticed the radio was playing yet another one of my favorite songs – the Jim Reeves classic, “Am I that Easy to Forget?”
Guess I could find somebody, too. But I don’t want no one but you. How could you leave without regret? Am I that easy to forget?
I was about to let myself be drawn deeper into the song, when… “We interrupt this broadcast,” came the urgent words of the announcer, “with a special report about the assassination of UN Secretary General Ban Ki-Moon…”
“NO, not again – what about my Phillies game?”
I stewed as the Special Report was delivered — no less than thirty minutes of rigmarole about how, as yet, no one knew who had assassinated Ki-Moon (although I had a pretty good idea); that an emergency meeting of the UN had already taken place; and that William Henry Bates III (Bingo!) had already been elected as interim Secretary General.
After this, there was a short audio clip from Bates’ acceptance speech in which the beloved philanthropist explained that while his first inclination was to advise he was not worthy of such an honor, in fact he agreed to accept the nomination – at least on a short term basis – because he realized that the world needed him, and therefore he promised to do his best to lead the planet to prosperity.
Bates took the opportunity to remind people that he’d continue to work hard to help himself and others like him overcome their White Privilege disease, and as proof of his commitment to promoting BLM and Critical Race Theory goals he announced he was changing his name to the Muslim-inspired moniker Dr. Ghaz ‘al Ridwan Ma’bus. (Just like Teri had warned Alan about – although Teri missed the part about Bates taking on the “Dr.” title – apparently stealing a page from the puppet president Joe Biden’s wife’s playbook on how to give yourself fake credentials). Next this new Dr. Ma’bus explained how he would use his UN platform to protect the world from Climate Change disasters in the hopes that building a more sustainable world would eventually put an end to the never-ending cycle of pandemics that had plagued our planet since 2019.
Bates nee Ma’bus’ message was one of hope and freedom for all people in the world and he the more he talked the more he promoted himself as the People’s Savior.
Now as odd as this might sound, during the initial newscast I was quite dour – especially when Dr. Ma’bus was talking about the UN Agenda 2030 propaganda pawns like BLM, CRT, and Covid, and about his silly new name. Yet the more the Bates/Ma’bus audio clip was playing, the more I found myself getting inspired (just a bit) by Bill’s passion when he proclaimed himself to be our savior as Ghaz al’ Ridwan Ma’bus. It was a contagious sensation that I could not shake and soon enough a smile began to form beneath the scraggly curls of my beard the more I listened to Ma’bus smooth voice.
His voice beckoned me.
And then, as if the shackles of two thousand years of lethargy were suddenly released, I jumped up and looked to the Heavens. “Could this really be The Time?” I was actually hopeful. And in spite of myself, I began to praise, “When my soul is downcast within me, I will remember you. O Lord, have you returned to us in the person of the Muslim Savior Ghaz ‘al Ridwan Ma’bus?”
Meanwhile, Dr. Ma’bus continued to talk – encouraging the world to unite in brotherly love across every race and religion — and my Hope sprang even higher!
“Lord, are you him?” I desperately clutched my radio, hanging on the savior’s next words.
But then it happened, for as the applause from the crowd became so overwhelming, Ma’bus himself could no longer be heard.
“Noooooooo!” I collapsed in despair. “Don’t desert me again!”
Yet, my protests were to no avail. And when the regular newsman’s voice came back over the speaker, my newfound inspiration evaporated; once more I felt as if I was nothing more than a worthless sinner who had yet again been forgotten and abandoned.
And trudging along the porch, “Let the world take care of itself. Or let Bates’ Ma’bus persona do it. He doesn’t need me. You don’t need me, Lord. Nobody needs ME anymore.”
And with that, I went inside and closed the door – leaving even my Phillies to fend for themselves.
The very next day, I was lucky enough to get yet another vision – oh joy. And I’m gonna warn you right upfront that this is a loooong vision – I had to endure it and so will you, so grab some coffee and try to stay with me.
This time I witnessed a very different scene taking shape – yet one which posed no less of a threat to its players…
With the evening meal over, a pleasant fire now crackled inside the professor’s lounge of Bucharest University. Appointed with a host of overstuffed leather chairs, polished hardwood floors, and with walls of the finest Brasovian oak, I personally thought the lounge looked rather stuffy, but I guess these staunch academic types felt otherwise. The room was mostly empty but for a few lone readers scattered around the room and another pair talking softly in a corner.
“Professor, you never cease to amaze me,” a twenty-something woman said to her friend as the pair sat in a corner of the dons’ sanctuary.
“What makes you say that, Teri?” The man chuckled softly.
Like the others in the room, the pair in conversation were sans masks. The reason for the lack of masks was simple – while the students at the university and the local townsfolk were required to wear them as part of the on-going pandemic control safety protocols, the professors were exempt. Why? Recall that the academic were the ones behind the Follow the Science propaganda and as such, not only did they know the science (i.e. that masks do not work to stop the spread of viruses like Covid) but just as importantly the academics were part of the Animal Farm crowd who ascribed to the motto “Rules for Thee, but not for Me,” thus when the public didn’t see, the academics (like their political friends) happily flaunted the Covid Rules.
In any event, while I didn’t know the woman, I immediately recognized my friend Laz — , er, He’d probably want me to tell you his name was Alan… Zarus.
“It’s been two months now since we started our venture,” The woman coyly pestered, as she took another sip of her plum brandy Bugle, “perhaps others still view me as simply Teri Abbracciavento, the visiting lecturerfrom Rome, but I am YOUR Conferentiar now and I think the least you can do is know how to spell my name”
“Nonsense,” Alan took a puff on his pipe, then smiled winsomely, “Your last name is no mystery to me.”
Teri seemingly melted under Alan’s smile – as, I knew, had many of his students.
If you looked at Alan, you’d guess that he was only in his early 40’s. Taller than me, he stood perhaps an inch or two over six feet, and unlike me Alan was still in perfect shape. Blessed with a ridiculously perfect olive complexion, he had a feathery blonde coif and one of those superman jaw lines that apparently drive women wild. And although Alan had some rather cliché ocean blues, the depth of his gaze could captivate men and women alike. In short, he had a face that would make even a man jealous!
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Even still, I had eyes for his partner.
For Teri was curvy like a renaissance statue, with the silky hair of a raven, dark eyebrows, and endlessly full lips. Although dressed in a scarlet business suit and wearing horn-rimmed glasses, even these professional accoutrements could not hide her alluring beauty.
(Hey, I may be an old man, but I know a looker when I see one.)
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With total confidence, Alan gamely ventured, “I know how to spell your name. It’s A-B-B-R-A-C-I-A-V-E-N-T-O.”
If she had butterflies in her stomach from Alan’s gaze, Teri didn’t let them show, “Sorry, Alan, but you’re mistaken. There are TWO C’s in Abbracciavento!” And giggling, she poured herself another drink, while filling a new glass for Alan as well.
“Touche.” Alan submitted, picking up the snifter.
“All right, so getting back to business,” Teri put her spectacles back on, “So, are you in agreement with the popular theory that Romania’s culture was indelibly changed after the Battle of Sarmizegetusa in 106 AD? Or do you agree with me that even if Trajan had not completed his conquest, Roman culture would still have dominated this land?”
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Alan drew two long puffs on his pipe, “Well, there’s no doubt some Roman ideology would have permeated this land, but I can’t overlook the potential for a subsequent domination by later Eurasian influences. How does your theory account for that?”
And so did the professional banter drift on. The Bucharest Bugles continued and the pair relaxed further. Hours lazily waned by, even as other professors retired for the night – being sure to put on their masks before they entered the public eye again . Eventually, just the two of them remained and then it was that Teri leaned close, “Alan, can I trust you?”
(Ah, perhaps we’re finally getting somewhere with this vision?)
Alan however held up a hand to pre-empt her apparent advance.
(Despite his looks, sadly Alan never made use of his talents. In fact I watched him turn off many a woman over the years. Fool.)
Standing up, he said stiffly, “Teri, if I’ve led you on in any way, I apol—“
“No, it’s not like that. This is important. Sit down. Please.”
Yet when Alan remained standing, Teri grabbed his arm and said desperately, “Alan, what do you know about…the Antichrist?”
(Bingo! There it is.)
I watched as Alan’s eyes narrowed at his associate’s unusual question. Through thin lips he replied, “Is this some sort of joke? I am a Professor of Antiquities, why are you asking me?”
“Come off it, we both know your specialize in religious antiquities.” Teri argued. “Master Alan Zarus – presently the Sef de Catadre of Bucharest’s History Department — a post you have held for over a decade. Prior to that, the Dean for Antioch’s Historical Society. Before that, Jerusa-“
(Uh oh, Alan’s not going to like where she’s going…)
“Enough!” Alan slammed his hand down on the coffee table. (See, I told you). “Tell me what’s going on, or I’ll have you removed from University grounds immediately.”
“I think the Antichrist is alive today — and I know who it is!”
For the briefest of moments, I watched a flicker of whiteness cascade down Alan’s face, yet just as quickly it passed and he covered it up by playing along, “Ah, I see. And who might this Antichrist of yours be?”
“The Antichrist is…” Teri hesitated, “Bill Bates!”
Alan immediately let out a guffaw and made a show of clapping his hands, “Bravo, Teri. For a moment I thought you were serious, now I see you’ve just had a few too many Bugles, neh?” And he smiled as he raised his glass.
Teri pulled Alan’s glass back down. “I’m serious.”
Alan raised an eyebrow, “Why that’s absurd — Mr. Bates is literally on fire for saving our world, surely you’ve see his TED talks on the internet.”
“It’s well accepted that the Antichrist will be a mesmerizing speaker.”
“Well, if that’s the case, then are you also condemning Pope Francis? President Trump? Even Tony Robbins? These are inspiring speakers too. Come now, what are your real marks are against Mr. Bates? That he’s a self-made tech billionaire? That he created a plan to vaccinate the world? That he owns more farmland in American than anyone else? That he’s got a plan to cool down the sun? Surely, these don’t qualify him as The Antichrist, Teri, if anything the man is our savior.”
“Haven’t you ever found it odd that Mr. Bates is so involved…in everything? Our Health. Our Education. Food Supply. Our Climate. Our entire world. He’s using his unlimited funding to gain control of nearly every aspect of our life thus allowing him to influence anyone, to lead everyone.”
“I’m sensing some bigotry here, Ms. Abbracciavento. This is not what I expected of you.”
“William Henry Bates III — that’s his full name.” Teri forged ahead.
“And?”
“But did you know he also plans to a Muslim name?”
“I heard something about that.” Alan was dismissive. “The rumor started after his foundation began their White Privilege reeducation programs and he made a big show of participating himself. So what?”
“The program isn’t important. Like so many others it was simply virtue signaling. What matters is the secret name he took at the time and that he plans to reveal to the world soon.”
“OK, what was the name?”
“Bill Bates took the Muslim name Ghaz al’ Ridwan Ma’bus.”
“Intriguing, but beyond that why does this even matter?”
“Each section of his Muslim name has 6 letters. Don’t you see, Alan, he’s going to openly showcase a name that means 6-6-6!”
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“The number of The Beast.” Alan’s face went pale, (and even I felt a shiver run down my spine), yet Alan recovered quickly and I watched as he wrote out Bates new name, “Each section equals 6-6-6 only if you consider the al to be a part of the first name and only if you count the apostrophe in Ma’bus. That’s bad science in my book. Please tell me you have more.”
Teri didn’t miss a beat, “The name he’s taking is significant also because of what it means. ‘Ghaz’ means ‘conqueror.’ And ‘Ridwan’ means ‘Keeper of the Bates of Heaven.’ And ‘Mabus’ is an ancient Arabic word for ‘Lion’. The Beast who conquers the gates of Heaven!”
“I could argue that his name means The Noble Lion, Defender of Heaven. After all, Mr. Bates actions have HELPED the world, not harmed it. What Antichrist would do that?”
“You’re only being difficult! The seer Nostradamus predicted the Antichrist’s name to be Ma’bus — It’s a perfect match. Why would Bates take that name other than to proclaim himself to the world as The Beast?”
(Nostradamus? What a charlatan. Don’t listen to what that fool says).
“A coincidence.” Alan replied. “Nostradamus’ visions have been rehashed to fit nearly every world event in the last two centuries. I don’t know any credible scholar who considers them to be anything but worthless.”
Teri sat back in her chair – frustrated. After a pause, she tried again, “You know as well as I that the Coronavirus was a PLANdemic that Bates’ organization helped create in order to usher in the Great Reset era for he and his globalist friends. And you know all about his Vaccine Passports and IdentiChips that pretty much everyone is required to have now in order to participate in society – you can’t work, can’t go to school, can’t even buy groceries without showing you are compliant with the governments health and safety protocols – rules for society that Bates helped fashion! His IdentiChips helped governments destroy Bitcoin and the other cryptocurrencies and replace them with the G-Yuan that they control – all while making gold and silver illegal mediums for commerce and thus allowing total government control of commerce via Bates’ IdentiChips. Need I remind you of this verse: ‘And he forced everyone to receive a mark, so that none could buy or sell unless he had the mark…of the beast.’ Revelations Chapter 13, Verse 16-17.”
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“Such an advancement has been years in the making. I don’t mind my Identichip implant – I got it back in 2022 and honestly I don’t even know it’s there. As for the Vaccine Passports, let’s remember that they helped our world return to some semblance of normalcy after the crisis. And I love using my G-Yuans – it’s very convenient to not have to carry Euro’s anymore.”
“Alan, suppose for just a moment that Bates IS the Antichrist. Don’t you see, whether you use a G-Yuan – which has his name and image on it – or the IdentiChip – which has the bi-numeric version of his Muslim name embedded as a security code – either way, you WILL be carrying the mark of the beast.”
Alan didn’t reply.
“How does a college drop-out with no medical training become the world’s leading authority on vaccines? Why did he purchase the entire supply chain of the food industry?” Teri interrupted, “Why did he partner with the United Nations and World Economic Forum to reset the world away from Capitalism – the system in which he made all his money – and replace it with the de facto totalitarian society we now have? And how does he accomplish all of this in just a few years? Such things are just not possible.”
“I’ll grant you that what he was able to accomplish so quickly IS mind-boggling, but again, NOT impossible. After all, we live in a fast-paced world — companies and countries that existed for decades can fall overnight. So why couldn’t someone like Bates remake the world just as quickly – especially if it’s all for our own good?”
“I say again that there’s no way someone with no political or medical experience could emerge from the shadows and change the world like Bates has done. Unless he had help. And there’s only one group with this kind of power — The Brotherhood of the Earth. I believe The Brotherhood is behind The Great Reset and that they used the Covid plandmic to–”
“Just a moment — what’s this about a mysterious Brotherhood? Are you turning into a conspiracy theorist on me, Teri?”
(There’s another mention of The Brotherhood. I guess I will need to tell you about them, huh?)
“DON’T go there on The Brotherhood, Alan.”
There was something in the way that Teri spoke that caused Alan to be taken aback, as a result, he stopped joking and instead mumbled, “Er, so back to Mr. Bates — I say he is a genius, not someone to be feared.”
“And the world will love him.” Teri cautioned. “We both know that the Antichrist will NOT be feared…at first. But these are dangerous times — the world is still in turmoil. Economies have not really recovered from the devastating effects of the Covid and Climate lockdowns – despite Bates great ideas and for which he has already been praised. The standard of living is going DOWN across the globe – for all but the technocrats behind The Great Reset. Look at the German Revolt last year. And the problems in Japan this year. The time is ripe for ONE person to step up and draw the world together. Did you know there’s a movement at the UN to elect Bates as World President?”
“Putin and Xi would never allow that.”
“You’re blind like so many others, Alan. You missed the Big Coup that Bates and his cronies have already completed. Don’t you remember how they got rid of President Trump?”
“If you’re promoting an election fraud conspiracy I’ll pass. The United States Supreme Court dismissed that notion.”
“They didn’t even hear the case. You know as well as I that President Trump won the 2020 US election in a landslide. He was well on his way to reelection – until the Covid pandemic hit. Then it was that doctors Tony Flipflop and Deborah Virx were planted on his team to help create the fear propaganda necessary to implement lockdowns. Then it was that mail-in voting laws were expanded to allow for massive voter fraud. Poor Joe Biden couldn’t stop his dementia from admitting as much. And yet, Donald Trump had such massive support among his voter base that, if not for a coordinated plan to stop the vote count at midnight in the swing states, he would have easily prevailed.”
“Again, none of this matters to me. History is what is recorded. Election fraud in the US or elsewhere is nothing new. What does any of this have to do with your Bates’ theories?”
“There was no way Donald Trump was going to be reelected. He could have gotten 100 million votes and it wouldn’t have been enough. The Brotherhood’s operatives were ready to deliver as many computer vote dumps and ballot truckloads as needed. There was no way the cabal would have allowed a reelection because of President Trump’s anti-globalist agenda.”
“If I follow your logic, you’re suggesting that Trump had to go in order for The Great Reset to occur?”
“Exactly.” Teri smiled. “He never had a chance. This was about control by the United Nations and The Brotherhood. Trump was not only America-First but most importantly he was an anti-establishment wildcard who rebelled against the idea of Agenda 2030 and the One World Government.”
“And your point to all this?”
“When they removed President Trump from power and used the Covid lockdowns to bankrupt nations around the glob, Bates and the United Nations won World War III – they gained control over every nation – all without firing a single bomb.”
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