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Book 2 Rise of the Antichrist

2.38 Prepare the Way for the Lord

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Book II: Chapter 38
July 15

To be honest, right now I didn’t know what to make of the situation because it appeared The Pope was now openly reveling in the deaths of millions of people!

Alan too was appalled. “How dare you?”

“Oh come off it, man.” Benedict scoffed. “Don’t be a baby. You’ve seen Miriam’s Book of Life. You’ve read your friend John’s Revelation. You know that the wheat must be separated from the chaff. Yes, even among my own Catholic flocks there are many who are not worthy of the coming of our Lord.” And pounding his fists on his desk, “You know that He is not coming back as a Lamb this time, but as a Lion — to cleanse this world of Sin once and for all. Yes, many will perish – and rightly so! Let the evil doers be cast into the Fiery Pit, I say, for that is their destiny!”

Here Pope Joe took a moment to catch his breath, and after a pause, he said in a normal voice, “But, don’t worry, all is not lost. Those of us who are The Chosen will survive and be glorified with Our Lord. That includes you two as well. You have nothing to fear.”

(Gee, that makes me feel so much better – NOT!)

“Just the same,” Miriam grumbled, “You could have done a better job of informing us of your plans.”

“Point well made, dear. Nonetheless, you now know.”

“OK. So what now?” Alan asked.

“Simple – we ensure December 21st goes according to OUR plans.”

Here Miriam stole a glance at Alan – a fact that did not go unnoticed by Joseph who proudly advised, “The whole world is anticipating Chief Rabbi Yona Metzger’s December 21 celebration in Jerusalem. For the first time in thousands of years, our planet will see a peaceful union between Christians, Jews, and Muslims!”

“But do you really believe this is possible?” Alan questioned.

“What? Pshaw – not a chance!” Benedict waved a hand and relaxed back into his chair. “The ceremony is a sham anyway – it’s a bigger farce than Covid. Bates isn’t going to Metzger’s event out of some misguided social calling, but instead to reveal himself to the world – as The Beast!”

“But, Your Grace, if that’s true,” Alan proceeded with caution, “then why would YOU want to be there?”

And Miriam added, “Don’t you realize that Bates plans to kill both you and Metzger? Are you trying to martyr yourself?”

“Of course not.” The Pope laughed long at that. “Do you think I don’t know the man Ma’bus’ plans? The Beast must destroy Peter’s Rock in order to unleash Hell – at least that’s what he thinks will happen. But what he doesn’t know is that I have my own plans.” And he let the bait hang enticingly.

“So where do my friends and I fit into your plans?” Alan broke the silence. “Are we supposed to be present at the ceremony too?”

Miriam was clearly appalled that Alan would so flippantly reveal secret information. However, she was likely more shocked to hear Joe’s reply.

“Don’t worry – you need not be present.” The Pope explained, as if a parent to his children. “If you’ll simply listen to what I’m trying to tell you then you’ll realize that I have a way to save you from the Armageddon Rite! In fact, it’s one of the reasons I am so happy to see you today – to tell you, and Mary, and yes even John – that you have fulfilled your duties.  My friends, your mission is over!”

“What the hell are you talking about?” Miriam was annoyed at The Pope’s patronizing tone.

“Just this,” Joseph overlooked Miriam’s insult. “For two thousand years you three have been the pillar of stability – working long and hard to protect Jesus’ Nails. The world thanks you for it. I thank you for it. However, you need not guard The Nail’s any longer. It is time to give them to me.”

(Ah, that gambit again, Joe?)

“I’m not sure I agree.” Miriam said softly, eyes narrowed.

“It just doesn’t make sense.” Alan added.

Joe measured his words, “On the contrary, it makes perfect sense. Consider that John the Baptist had the duty to prepare the way of the Lord. And when the time of destiny arrived – when he met Jesus – John was faced with a choice: hang on to his fame and reject the Lord as his replacement, or understand it was time for History to move ahead. As you know John made the right choice – and went down in history as one of the greatest prophets of all time. In the end, his life was viewed as the bridge between the sorrows of the Old Testament and the hope of the New Testament. And yet, what would have happened had John had not let Jesus take center stage?”

(Now that’s an interesting thought. So you’re telling me that MY mission was merely to be a time wasting lackey all this time? That’s great, just great).

“And so that brings us to you.” Joe continued. “Like John, you are a bridge to the future – in this case, you are the bridge between the New Testament and The Rapture. The question is, will you acc—“

“Wait!” Miriam interrupted. “Why didn’t Gabriel tell me any of this?”

“He told ME, dear.” The Pope averred. “Remember, your time has passed. I know that sounds harsh, but given the dire circumstances we don’t have time to mince words. As The Rock of Peter — as Christ’s chosen representative mind you — I am the One whose destiny is NOW. Again, I am grateful beyond measure for the diligent duty you three have fulfilled. But, you must recognize MY place — I am The Deliverer.”

And rising up from his chair, Joseph Ratzinger proclaimed, “Even if I am all alone, I will stand in the breach against The Beast!! But, I can’t fulfill MY duty – I can’t bring about the Deliverance of Our Lord — unless you first acquiesce to me. In the end, it’s a final test of faith – will you trust in your own designs or will you allow The Lord’s work to be done?”

Mouths agape in disbelief, neither Alan nor Miriam could respond. Sensing his victory was secure, The Pope pushed for a quick close, “Mary, in the vision that John told you about, who is the one to destroy this Ma’bus?”

(Whoa, hold on there, cowboy – how in the Hell did YOU know about that?!?)

Head bowed, Miriam answered, “You.”

“And how did I accomplish this? By what instruments?”

There was a long pause but at last Miriam whispered, “With our Nails.”

“That settles it. So, I will ask you again – will you deliver m–”

“Just a minute here!” Alan stalled. “With all due respect, Your Grace, there is still a most important point that has remained a mystery – pardon my pun – but if you really want to confirm our trust, help us to understand your connection to Teri Abbracciavento. Why are you mixed up with Mystery?”

Joe was visibly taken aback by that question, but as usual, he had an explanation, “Why, I’m surprised that you don’t know the answer already.”

“We don’t.” Miriam grated. “Please enlighten us.”

“It’s simple really. I am using Teri as a double agent against the man Ma’bus.” By now The Pope had recovered his smugness and seemed to enjoy telling about his spy games. “It has always been a given that Mystery worked for The Beast – after all, that is her destiny. But, like a fool, Bates overplayed his hand – sending Mystery to me as a self-proclaimed traitor. Did he really think I would fall for such a ruse? Sure, I let Mystery play her games with me,” and here he looked away in thought, before catching himself, “but only to a point mind you! The fact of the matter is this – Teri has given me valuable information about Bates; and best of all, she believes that I don’t know about her duplicitous dealings.”

“So, in essence, Teri is a double double agent?” Alan was confused.

“Verily — she wants me to think she is working for me as a double agent against Dr. Ma’bus, even though she is still secretly working FOR him – or at least she believes she is. In reality, I’m not sure that Teri really knows WHO holds her true allegiance.”

(But how does JOE know all this???)

“That’s quite a game of reverse psychology.” Miriam grinned — clearly enjoying the vision of a much confused Mystery.

“Well, I do have some small experience in that field.” Joe smiled with Miriam. But turning serious, he re-directed, “Let’s stop stalling. About those Nails…”

Once more Alan and Miriam looked at each other – both still unsure. At last, in his frustration, The Pope reached down to his desk and picked up the small package that Cardinalate Marrollo had delivered to him, “Does your silence have anything to do with THIS?”

Miriam’s eyes lit up at the sight of the scroll, yet before she could comment, Joe had slashed the wax seal and began to read aloud.

As The Pope read Marrollo’s scroll, I watched Miriam work hard to control her emotions — even though I could not read her thoughts, I could tell that her mind was literally screaming…

Alan! Alan! That is NOT my letter to La Papessa!

With that my vision ended.

At first I was frustrated to be left with so many questions.

In the end I reminded myself that while all this was rather interesting, it didn’t really matter much to me.

Instead, I was finally free to get back to something important.

I was finally ready to destroy myself.

And now, most important of all, I was 100% confident I could do it!

End of Book II

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Book I: Chapter 15
June 12

My vision of Benedict and his conspirators continued. After the professor’s revelation about The Seven Seals, all three of them turned inward — examining their thoughts.

Antonio Abbracciavento seemed to realize that the subject that he had devoted his life to was unfolding before his very eyes – although now it appeared he didn’t have the stomach for it.

Meanwhile Teri seemed to be relishing every moment. And as for Benedict, well it was obvious that he still had a major part to play before he could finally retire to that much desired rest, (but I couldn’t help thinking of the proverb: He who digs a hole, falls into his own pit).

Eventually Antonio spoke further about the terrible implications of the Seven Seals (And for the most part, he explained my work quite well). Yet, it was all he could do to hold himself together and he noticeably shook during his monologue.

For his part Benedict listened stoically, detaching himself from the grim horrors that the professor described. Once Antonio finished, The Pope added his thoughts, “Dreadful? Yes. Necessary? Absolutely. After all, we must remember — the sheep were made to be shorn. It is their role in The Great Play.”

“All things work together for The Good.” Antonio patted his daughter’s hand as if to console her, yet I knew he was trying to convince himself more than anyone else.   

“You are not responsible for this, Antonio.” Benedict advised. “Just because you have the foreknowledge of the crime doesn’t make you guilty of it.” The oldster was about to reply, but got tongue-tied instead and the Pope sensed his fear, “Sharing what you know with the world will NOT stop the events from happening. Do not even think of such a foolish act.”

Teri looked at her father in horror. “Papa! You were not contemplating this were you?”

Again, Antonio stuttered – further convicting himself.

(Fool. Don’t you realize that God has a plan and things will happen in His time and His time alone.

We are all just the pawns of prophecy – whether we act or not.  

That’s why I don’t care anymore – after all, it doesn’t matter what Antonio, me, or any of us do — He already knows how it will all turn out!)

“Get control of yourself, Abbracciavento.” The Pope grated. “You’d be a fool to reveal such knowledge to the world. No one would believe you. More importantly, The Wheel of Time WILL turn and December 21st will arrive regardless of what you do.”

“Father will do no such thing.” Teri quickly changed the subject. “And speaking of December 21st, wouldn’t you like to hear about Mr. Bates?”

“The rascal is proving to be quite a genius, eh?” Pope Benedict said.

“Indeed. He is becoming a power by literally buying the world.”

“Everybody wants the Identichip, eh?”

“Did you know many nations have stopped accepting trade unless they are paid in E-Yuans through the Identichip? Nobody has confidence in the financial backing of ANY country – except the Bates Foundation blockchain system administered from the World Economic Forum. That’s why people are so desperate to be implanted with an IdentiChip and why UN is recommending it. Even Putin is on board – although I’m sure there’s a back door deal or two in play.”

“So, Mr. Bates has the world by the balls and now the UN wants to sell our souls back to him?” Benedict summarized. “And yet I say — what the wicked dread will overtake them. Yet so be it, friends – for let’s not lose sight of the prize.”

“The Triumph of Christ” by Gustave Dore

Your Grace, what will happen now?” Antonio asked.

“I would bet The Brotherhood is going to have Ban Ki-Moon removed – soon.” The pope was quick to reply. 

“Assassination of The UN Secretary General?” Antonio gasped.

“Father, don’t interrupt.” Teri hushed him.

“That would be the next logical move.” The Pope explained, making the motion to wash his hands of the matter. “And there’s not much we can do to stop it – as I said, the Wheel of Time will move forward of its own accord. Once Ki-Moon is out of the way, the picture becomes much clearer for our adversary.”

“Bill Bates will be elevated to power – just in time for the Great Ceremony.” Teri smiled.

“Ah, my children,” The professor interrupted. “I’m afraid you are mistaken. For Mr. Bates has already declined such a position. Even if he wanted it, surely Putin and Xi would block such a move – those two are always conspiring.”

“Bill Bates as Secretary General is inevitable.” Benedict re-affirmed. “Yet’s that only a minor stepping stone for him. I’m surprised you didn’t see this, Antonio — the world is in turmoil and it has been for over a decade. We need ONE person to step up and draw us together under the banner of peace and safety. The planet is begging for a leader who can help us escape these never ending pandemics and find sustainable solutions to the specter of climate change. Who else could that person be but William Henry Bates III? Sure he makes a pretense of resisting, but in reality only because his time has not yet come. He will accept the post when it is laid at his feet – when the world begs him to take over – and with your pawns Putin, Xi, and that puppet-master Obama leading the way.”

“Father, I’ve already told you The Brotherhood has been pumping The Bates Foundation’s agenda up throughout Africa.” Teri reminded. “They’re using the BLM goons to build anti-Asian sentiment against Ki-Moon among the more radical factions of Europe so he won’t be around much longer. The World Health Organization, CDC, and political hacks like Dr. Flipflop have destroyed people’s businesses and their spirits with never-ending lockdowns against their made-up pandemic variants. Ninety-nine percent of the world is now on universal basic income and nobody can work, travel, or even buy groceries without their Freedom Passes – and that’s assuming they have enough social credits to unlock their account. The public is crying for a savior! Why it’s all going according to plan and you know this already. Why are you being so difficult?

(I would have known that too — had I been to any of the recent Brotherhood meeting).

“But, how does that help our cause?” Antonio asked. “I thought we were trying to destroy Mr. Bates, not give him even more power.”

“Have you ever played Karpov?” Benedict asked.

 “In chess?” Antonio returned the question. “Are you asking if I have played the Grandmaster Anatoly Karpov?”

“Yes.”

“Why would Karpov waste his time with me? I’m no master.”

“I have played Karpov – once.” Benedict reminisced. “1984. You may not know this but I actually did hold Master rank during my youth– although it was unofficial, given my religious position. In any case, the Grandmaster taught me quite a lesson…

“For Karpov’s intentions became understandable to his opponents only when salvation was no longer possible.

“That is what happened to me too.” Benedict continued. “Karpov drew me in, allowed me to rise to a position of power, and then ruthlessly crucified me. Once he decided to make his move, his drive to mate was inevitable and certain. Mind you, at the very point when I felt that I was on the verge of setting up my mate of him — when I felt most secure and actually stole a breath! — the very next instant, he turned the tables on me, and his every successive move led to victory. He was inexorable.”

“And that is what we shall do to Bill Bates, father.” Teri giggled.

“Check and mate.” Antonio agreed.

“Indeed.” Benedict smiled. “We’ll give Mr. Bates what he wants – we’ll give him the world. For that is HIS destiny. But in the end, I’ll take it back – for that is MY destiny.”

(I’ve got to say, although I’m done with The Commission, this vision WAS interesting. Hey, if The End of Days really are coming, then that’s fine by me – perhaps that will finally stop the insanity!)

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Book I: Chapter 14
June 12

Another day, another vision. I usually don’t get pummeled like this unless something big is afoot. This is not a good sign.

The smell of Boswellian incense embraced Pope Benedict’s robes as he tarried back to his private quarters.

(No, I don’t have a sense of smell in my visions, hold on and you’ll see how I knew this fact).

<Ah-choo!> Benedict sneezed again. (Understand now?)

“Hurensohn!” Benedict swore in his native dialect, adjusting his mask and leaning on his cane for support. “Why do we use such strong ash? Not even these masks can filter it out. ” And he pulled down his mask and rubbed hard at his nose with a handkerchief. “Ach, Father, forgive me, but if Cardinal Renoit waves his censor in my direction next time, I’ll excommunicate the toifel!”

Later that evening, after Benedict was able to shower, I watched as he once more engaged with some fellow conspirators. This time his visitors were not two men who looked like a pair of Hitler’s Aryan army, but instead a young woman and an older gentleman. Interestingly enough, none of them were wearing masks or social distancing – but then again the elites never follow their own rules do they?

In any event, the woman was a gorgeous brunette whose silky hair covered her face yet could not obscure her beauty. Although I couldn’t tell for sure, I was guessing that this was none other than Ms. Teri Abbracciavento.

Interestingly enough, the woman bore a striking resemblance to the older man who sat beside her. The scholarly type, he looked like the classic, European university professor – bushy grey eyebrows, a bulbous Italian nose, brill creamed grey hair, and one of those tweed suits with patched elbows that made him a living cliche.  

 I noticed Benedict snickering to himself, and I wondered if he was amused at the same thing I was – (assuming this really was Teri A.)…

Did her father know what his daughter had been up to lately?

For his part, the pope scratched his cat Deter behind the ears and quipped, “Blessed is the man whose sin the lord does not count against him. So how is death treating you, Antonio?”

“Pah, Death is quite inconvenient,” The oldster replied.  “Were you aware that I can’t get a IdentiChip? Apparently my fingerprints prove I’m dead. How am I supposed to buy anything?”

“Father, I told you that you’d have nothing to worry about.” The woman reached over to pat his hand. “Your death was necessary. We’ve already discussed this. You can still use your silver. Meanwhile, Benedict’s people will see to all your needs – just as they have always done. Correct?”

“Teri is correct.” Benedict agreed (Bingo! It is Teri A. I was right – again). “You have no need to worry, Antonio. Your mind is too valuable to have you waste it on such trifles. Silver and gold still work but if you really want an IdentiChip, we’ll get you one.”

“I should hope so.” Antonio Abbracciavento nodded. “Bitcoin still scares me, there’s nothing backing it. I’d much rather have the IdentiChip Mr. Bates guarantees with the E-Yuans that are in turn backed up by China’s massive gold reserves.”

The pope smiled knowingly to himself, “China’s gold reserves may not be as big as–”

“Father sometimes invents things to worry about.” Teri interrupted. “If his mind is not always at work, he gets frustrated, so he is always thinking of new conspiracies.”

“Figlia mine, I do no such—“ Antonio began.

“In any case,” Benedict glanced down at his watch. “I’ve read your briefing about Lazarus. What is his current status?”

(Hmmm. So Joe was involved with Alan’s recent troubles?)

Teri smiled slyly, “Ah yes, Alan was a nice assignment. Although I didn’t get to consumma-” yet here she glanced at her father. “Well, the important thing is that we have him secured.”

Staring off into space, a pondered, “I wonder, does he suspect anything about me?” And all the while Deter nudged against him, demanding more caresses. 

“No, he believes you to still be as innocent as a baby goat.” Teri replied.

“Two millennia is a long time to live for anyone. I’m sure that Bruder Lazarus will thank us for helping him get to the afterlife.”

(Joe, if I thought you could really end our lives, I’d be the first one at your door. But, you can’t do it. So whatever you are planning, it won’t work).

“So long as I get his immortal seed first.”  Teri reminded.

“Putta!” Antonio could stand it no more. “Enough of such talk before I smack you!”

“I am what I am.” Teri said defiantly to her father. “Of all people, YOU should know that much.”

“My friends.” Benedict played peace maker. “Let’s keep our eye on the prize. Antonio, the time is near. The End Game is brewing and the first check is about to occur. What is the latest from The Prophets?”

“I have read the transcripts and viewed their video streams numerous times. It’s clear that Elijah and Enoch continue to deteriorate and it’s a sad sight to see such great men destroyed — as if History is being reversed.”

“The Prisoners Of Chillon” By Ferdinand Victor Eugene Delacroix

(Hmm, so this Antonio is in league with the mystery man who captured the prophets? Is Joe that man? If so, I didn’t see that twist coming!)

“I prefer to say corrected.” Benedict smiled.

“Eh?” Antonio was confused (and me as well). “Are you talking about an Orwellian history revision? But I thought the United Nations was already doing that?”

The pope laughed, “I didn’t say History was being revised, Antonio. I saw it was being corrected. There’s a difference. Elijah and Enoch were certainly extraordinary men; but, they’ve had their time. They were taken up body and soul to heaven and then preserved for this very mission. Unfortunately it’s no longer needed – thus the correction. As for the prophets, they knew what they were getting into – nothing in His Universe is free and even WE will have to earn our fare before this ride is over.”

“Well, I should hope my work has been enough to stamp my ticket into the kingdom.” The professor grumbled. “And my daughter’s as well.”

“We shall see. But, who knows what tomorrow may bring.” Benedict shrugged. “In any case, please continue. Has there been a new prophecy?”

“Hmm. Well, it seems…”

“Yes?” Benedict pressed, hungry for news.

The color drained from Antonio’s face, “The Seven Seals will soon… be broken.”

“And so it continues.” Benedict nodded, although he too shuddered at the teacher’s words. “There is no going back now.”

(Actually this news IS a big deal. Trust me or check out this video and see for yourself…)

(This was the first vision in quite some time that had my attention – I wonder what’s gonna happen next?)

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Book 1: Chapter 7
June 8

Unfortunately for me, my marathon vision of my friend Alan was still continuing. (I mean seriously, how much more of this can I be expected to pay attention to?)

Unfortunately for Alan, although it was but a short walk to his own apartment building, I could see that his distress was only growing worse – the man even forgot to put on his face mask while walking to his apartment! Luckily for him, none of the nighttime patrols spotted him.

After arriving home, I watched as he scourged himself in the mirror. “What are you doing, man? You heard her clear enough – she spoke straight out of Proverbs and I’d be a fool if I didn’t know the REST of the story — For the lips on an adulteress drip honey, but in the end, she is bitter as gall. Her feet go down to death, and her steps lead straight to the grave.”

(Ah, I see that he DID get the quote I was referencing in the last chapter. Well done.)

“Bah.” He replied, taking up both sides of his self-dialogue. “You read too far into this. It was merely a coincidence. She’s not married and neither are you. Don’t be so afraid to LIVE, man! No, no, tomorrow we’ll see her and make it up to her.”

“Absolutely not. Can a man scoop fire into his lap without being burned?”

“Ugh!” He grasped his head, “What about…Miriam?”

(Oops — I guess that cat’s out of the bag, eh? In case you didn’t know, Miriam is the Hebrew woman who is Alan’s long lost love. It’s really quite a pitiful story – remind me to tell you about it sometime.)

“Ha, that’s always been a lost cause. I haven’t seen her in decades. I don’t owe her anything. I’m free to be with Teri if I so choose, right?”

Thus did he continue arguing with himself, on the one hand, trying to excuse his actions with Teri, and on the other, spouting off the wisdom of the Bible as justification for his abrupt departure. And all the while seemingly trying to assure himself that he had no feelings for Miriam.

At last, as he made his way inside the door of his flat, and there his self-argument ended; for as he looked down at the pile of mail, his eyes immediately fixed themselves on a small piece of airmail that sat atop the others.

(Well at least I am not the only one that she’s torturing).

Ripping it open, I was not surprised to see him read the following…

“1492 is coming for you – MM.”

Blood drained from Alan’s face, “My God, she knows.”  

(Poppycock. Miriam doesn’t get revelations like I do, so she would have no way of knowing what’s going on here. Oh, it’s true that she does have another source for her information, but I doubt that Gabriel would be talking to her of Alan’s escapades with an intern).

As if he didn’t have enough drama already, I saw that Alan also now realized something else — he had to leave – immediately.

“Can I risk going to Rome now?” He wondered. “Perhaps Benedict will have to wait?”

Racing to the bathroom, he splashed his face with cool water. Then, looking in the mirror, “My God, what if Benedict is in danger, too?

“Is Teri mixed up in this? Is she a part of some mad plot to assassinate Bill Bates? Or Benedict? Or, God forbid – both of them?”

And, after looking at himself for a long while, “And where does Miriam fit in? Or The Brotherhood?”

Knowing there were no answers to his questions, Alan merely resolved to do that which was in his power, “I know not where Miriam may be now, but one thing I do know – I WILL see Benedict.”

Quickly then, he prepared to leave. Thankfully, this was made all the easier by his advance preparations – for this was not the first time that “Alan Zarus” had been required to abandon his life in a rush. Trying to remain calm, I watched as he flipped a switch in the rear of his closet that triggered a secret access panel which opened to reveal a small hideaway.

(Alan always was into the whole cloak and dagger scene. I actually think he fancied himself as James Bond or something.  After all, Alan was suave, debonair, and into the finer things in life. BUT, and this is a BIG but, Alan never had much of a way with women – as you have just witnessed – and he was quite a pansy when it came to violence, so I think Mr. Bond is pretty safe – he doesn’t have much competition from my friend Alan).

Reaching inside the hideaway, Alan pulled forth a pre-packed leather carryall which was filled with all the essentials he would need to retreat into hiding — until it would be safe for him to resurface elsewhere, under a new identity.

After making his way back out of the apartment, there was then only one more stop that I knew he had to make before he could truly escape the danger that was chasing him (again)…

In my dream world with Alan Zarus, it was now past 3 am; yet I knew that my friend had no choice but to tarry to the downtown sector and visit Casa de Economii si Consemnatiuni – that’s the local CEC Bank, whose impressive palace on Calea Victoriei in Bucharest held Alan’s most prized possession.

Luckily for him, Alan has a Vaccine Passport and Identichip that gave him near limitless movement privileges (how he got those freedoms is another story). He also remembered to wear his face mask – in his case a top of the line Nano Mask Platinum. He needed all of that to complete his journey this evening because he was stopped by three different patrols on his way to the bank – yet after scanning his credentials all three let him pass without problems.

Just as important as his freedom apps, Alan had long ago arranged for Elitist status with the bank and thus had been given his own access code which allowed him round-the-clock access to a private, backdoor entrance from which he could gain admittance to the Unknown Catacombs.

Now let’s understand something – Alan could not simply walk up to the back of the CEC, insert a simple key card, and then enter the secret vaults. Nor did he have to walk down some back alley and give a clandestine password to a pair of eyes belonging to an unknown bouncer behind a nondescript door slot. In point of fact, to anyone observing Alan on this night, it did not appear that he was actually attempting to gain access to the CEC at all; for in reality, Alan never approached the bank building, but instead entered into a seemingly normal row house about a block away.

Once inside, he made his way to apartment 1G, inserted his key, and opened the door to a fully furnished, yet ever unoccupied unit. After locking the door, Alan took off his mask and went immediately to the guest bedroom, where he opened the closet door and parted a mass of clothes to reveal yet another hidden doorway. This portal did in fact require Alan to enter his access code, and then submit to facial, fingerprint, and Identichip scans. Once he passed these tests, he had to speak his name so that the security system could also verify his voice identity. The system then ran one additional check – confirming that no other occupants were presently engaged inside its vaults — and then after successfully completing all this, at last the door opened — revealing a well-lit passageway.

(I told you Alan liked that ‘secret agent’ stuff!)

I watched Alan trudge along a secret walkway that led beneath the streets of Bucharest and down into the CEC’s Catacombs. Just how long the catacombs had been in existence, I couldn’t guess, but I do recall Alan telling me the CEC had been using the former death chambers for more than a century — having converted the various crypts into impenetrable treasure troves for lease to those individuals like himself who could afford to pay the exorbitant rates required to gain the privilege of storing their most secret items in such a place.

Like any of the other magnates who used these unusual deposit boxes, I knew that Alan could only gain access to his own storage location – for only one person was allowed inside the catacombs at a time and while that individual was there, a host of state of the art security measures were in place to ensure that all other crypt-cases were made off limits to the intruder.

And so, after successfully completing a few more security checkpoints, at last Alan arrived at the cache which held his own belongings. Here he paused to catch his breath – for the night was already long, and he was exhausted, yet I’m sure he knew that this was only the beginning of his flight.

Each security cadre in the CEC’s Catacombs had but one and only one key. Not even the bank personnel, at any level, had a copy of the unique skeletons which were required to open the final locks that secured these deposit boxes. Like the others who used these vaults, Alan knew what this meant — if he ever lost his key, whatever he had placed in his hidden tomb would be lost forever.Luckily for him, Alan never lost his key – despite having had it for decades – and he used it now to open his crypt’s portal.

The stone barrier was removed and a muted light was triggered, revealing the lone item inside – a small wooden caisse about one foot long and one-half foot wide. (Sound familiar?) Alan gingerly reached inside and withdrew the smoke-scorched box. Although he had held this small coffin countless times, I saw that Alan was again moved by the magnitude of his most-prized possession.

After more than a few deep breaths, Alan gained the courage required to flip the s-clasp and open the container, “Though they confront us on the Day of Disaster, the Lord will turn our darkness into light!” He prayed, before gasping involuntarily as he gazed at the thin piece of pockmarked iron inside. “Ooohhh….It’s so beautiful.”

(Now here I would have to disagree. You’ve seen this thing — does it look beautiful to you? When that murderer came into my home and then met his own untimely demise when he touched my treasure, was that a beautiful sight? No! So what is Alan talking about?)

Moments passed, but Alan quickly remembered why he was here, thus he closed the casket and placed the box into his leather carryall. Then he proceeded to carefully place his crypt-key inside the storage box and shut the tomb’s portal – effectively rendering this now-locked catacomb forever useless.

After which, Alan retraced his steps out of the Catacombs, and eventually re-emerged into Apartment 1G. The portal closed behind him and he moved the closet clothes back into place, before making his way back to the front door of the flat.

Finally ready to get on with his escape into oblivion, Alan opened the apartment door – only to reveal three murderous (and masked) men waiting for him!

And with that my vision ended – too bad for Alan, but at least I was finally off the hook. 

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Mark of the Beast (5)

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Book 1: Chapter 5
June 8

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 lecturer from 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.”

(Interesting — you could say I am a bit familiar with that work….)

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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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