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).
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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