The next day, unable to resist, I turned on the TV again…
Only to learn that the actions of the “White Warrior” were being attributed to the man calling Ghaz al-Ridwan Ma’bus – that meant the world was hailing none other than Bill Bates as the Savior!
Unable to look away, I saw multiple broadcasts that showed the mutilated bodies of the Two Witnesses strung up on gallows outside Bates’ new palace complex in Baghdad – the streets filled with people of all nationalities rejoicing at their death – things were so crazy that the people even dared to congregate without masks!
“Fools!” I cursed. “Do you actually believe your punishment is over just because The Witnesses are not here? Pah, the world must pay the consequences for its sins!”
Obviously no one cared for my words – instead the crowds only grew with each newscast I saw. Always did the people call for their beloved Dr. Ma’bus to appear and lead them in a celebration; yet he was nowhere to be found – the official story being that he was deep in prayer, asking God to purify him after being used as the instrument of divine retribution.
“Ha, I’ll bet he’s already gone.”
My desire for news sated, and now certain that I was not going to miss anything, I turned off the set and went back to reading my Bible…
A couple days later, around mid afternoon, I believe I might have been one of the few people in the world who was not surprised by what happened next.
I turned on the TV, suffering through more propaganda about how great Dr. Ghaz al’ Ridwan Ma’bus was.
World leaders were voluntarily giving up their command (at the demand of their own citizens!) and asking to become a part of Bates’ Union of Many Allied Nations; multiple reports even talked about that Russia, China, and even the US were also joining UMAN — with Presidents Xi and Putin being ‘elevated’ to serve as Dr. Ma’bus’ World Commanders – one for each hemisphere. (I wonder what Bates and the Great Reset gang promised them to get them to go along?)
On top of all this Pope Francis appeared on air and he too hailed Dr. Ma’bus as The One True World Leader — going to far as to recommend that all nations join UMAN in order to restore order to a world in upheaval.
And then, suddenly, it happened.
Right in the middle of a speech from Rabbi Metzger, the broadcast was interrupted, and after a bit of herky-jerkiness, the camera focused once more upon the bodies of the Two Witnesses.
Naked and horribly mutilated, each was nothing more than bags of broken bones, caked over with dried blood, other bodily juices, and various refuse that had been heaped upon them.
Their faces were bloated and bruised.
Their eyes still those lifeless, hollow holes.
Yet, I knew that this was NOT going to be the final destiny of Elijah and Enoch.
And then, even as I watched, I saw <Life> suddenly breathed into the two prophets!
First, their chests expanded, and with a great <WHOOSH> they gasped forth the terrible miasma of Death that had held grip over them these past three and a half days. The onlookers in attendance — who had just been celebrating the prophets demise now received a bit of divine retribution — for a horrible boiling disease began to burn them alive!
Chaos was the scene now as crowds rushed to escape its fate. Yet in spite of their tragedy, my eyes (and the camera) were locked on the prophets.
I watched in wonder as their bodies were first shrouded by a mysterious light. Moments later, I saw Elijah and Enoch as they once were – with their bodies restored, they seemed to float in the air, held by a divine hand.
Elijah and Enoch
After a last glance to the world below, both peered upwards, ever upwards. And, as if in response to their unspoken request, the Heavens opened above them and the two prophets rose.
Their ascension was excruciatingly slow as Time seemed to be at a standstill, and in the end, after the clouds moved back into place, I braced myself for what was to come.
Yet even I was not prepared for the terrible <BLASTS> of the angelic trumpets that bellowed forth! Again and again and again — no less than six full trumpet blasts rang out all over the world!
Divine Retribution is coming!
Meanwhile, at the conclusion of the prophets’ ascent, the onsite camera appeared to burst into flames — leaving the broadcast on my TV suddenly black; however I didn’t need to wait until future news reports told me what I already knew…
A divine earthquake had just occurred.
Seven Thousand were dead.
Bates’ palace had just been leveled (even though I knew he was already gone).
What’s going on with my friends, or with Pope Benedict, Bill Bates, or any of the other host of lackeys who used to haunt my visions?
Good question.
It had been months since I last ‘saw’ any of them, yet without my Sight, I was reduced to a commoner like you for my news – that meant I either had to watch #FakeNews on the few stations my OTA antenna picked up or I had to setup the Roku again and tune into Newsmax for the truth. Since I didn’t want to notify any of the 5G sensors in my area with the Roku’s pull on the internet, I chose to sift through the fake news channels to start.
Look, I realize that I haven’t done a very good job of keeping you apprised of world events. In my defense, the happenings of history do tend to move in repetitious cycles and after 2,000 years it all runs together.
But even I knew that times were different now – and I believe that the rest of the world was finally starting to believe that too.
Oh sure, throughout my life I’ve seen the charlatans like Homer who’ve proclaimed ‘the end of the world is at hand,’ and like you, I’ve pooh-poohed them – after all, most of them were crackpots.
I too have heard the many learned men throughout the centuries who have tried to reason out the end of days by associating whatever world catastrophe with my predictions in Revelation, or perhaps that kook Nostradamus, or the Mayan Cataclysm, or something else – again, fools all.
But, there was something different going on this time and it was just the never-ending Covid plandemic!
To begin with, I knew that the Two Witnesses had already been prophesying for over three years, and if what I wrote in Revelation was correct, then I knew that they didn’t have much time left (whether the world had been listening or not).
And while The Beast may have had Elijah and Enoch hidden from view for the last couple years, when it came time to serve his own purposes, he revealed them to all – causing the world to finally understand the word FEAR.
Since then, national broadcasts and social media videos of the prophets had become an obsession – with everybody and their brother giving their opinion of what it all meant.
Add to that that on two more occasions, the prophets appeared ‘live’ and released new warnings of impending doom – both of which came true. You can imagine the hysteria that surrounded them.
I tried to look at things from the world’s perspective — how would the common man view Elijah and Enoch?
With fear and hatred.
Yes, I was certain of that – for consider that regardless of whether the Two Witnesses were merely doing their divine duty (which they were!), the fact of the matter is that they were (unfortunately) correct about everything they predicted, even this…
Ouch!
As a result, all of the terrible misfortune that the world had experienced these last few years (and especially these last few months), why all of it was associated with Elijah and Enoch!
It was only natural that the world wished them dead.
Unfortunately for The Prophets, today the world got its wish…
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.”
A couple hours passed, yet nothing changed for me. I was still sitting on my couch, only now I was getting ready to watch my Phillies play.
How could I watch baseball at a time like this?
Hey, if the end of the world really was coming, then I wanted to be like my friend Frankie and enjoy myself for as long as I could. After all, God destroys both the blameless and the wicked so why should I struggle in vain?
“Thanks for staying with us.” Phillies Broadcaster Tom McCarthy said from my new TV – a gift from a local charity. “We have a doozy. 5 to 2, Giants lead in the bottom of the seventh. Bases loaded, two outs, and Carlos Santana is coming up to the plate. What’s your take, John?”
“The Giants had to change their pitcher. Bumgarner was on the verge of falling apart. Let’s see what Miller can do with the mess he just inherited.” McCarthy’s partner John Kruk (one of my all-time favorite players) jumped in with his color analysis. As usual both men were doing their broadcasting virtually since in-person announcing of sporting events had long been outlawed as being (a health hazard, racist, anti-climate, or take your pick of any other number of Woke excuses).
“And…here’s the pitch from Miller… Strike one!”
I sank deeper into my Laz-E-Boy – with my Phillies losing, the game was not to my liking — naturally I blamed the broadcasters. Oh sure, McCarthy and Krukie were good, but for my money I still prefer Harry Kalas and Richie Ashburn.
Ashburn & Kalas were the perfect pair
Nonetheless, I couldn’t curse like I wanted to because over on the sofa sat one of my “friends”– Craig Wozniak. Craig was a 22-year old snot-nosed student at Lycoming College; apparently visiting me was somehow part of his internship. Like other college students of his day, he’d been brainwashed throughout his schooling with all the socialist propaganda of the times – that meant Craig totally believed in the evils of Capitalism, the dangers of Climate Change, the infallibility of Dr. Flipflop’s never-ending pandemic fear-mongering, the rightness of Wokeness and Cancel-culture, the benefits of UBI and never-ending stimulus checks without working, and similar UN Agenda 2030 garbage. Despite being a Caucasian, Craig wore a t-shirt that read “I’m sorry” – a common rag worn by the white kids of the day who’d been hammered into apologizing for their White Privilege disease – although he’d learned better than to talk to me about the why I should be supporting BLM and Antifa causes, because I’d kick him out of my house multiple times in the past for trying to peddle anything related to that garbage in the past.
Of course it goes without saying that Craig had been vaxxed and chipped early on in the Covid-era and he was completely bought-in to the importance of keeping his social credit standing as high as possible so he could keep spending with his Identichip.
Craig was also outfitted with more personal protection equipment than a surgeon facing an Ebola outbreak – he wore medical scrubs, gloves, booties, a Nano Mask and a face shield. Talk about overkill – we didn’t even treat the lepers from Christ’s time with such precaution and leprosy was a hell of a lot more dangerous (read: REAL) than Covid ever was. But such was the power of #FakeNews and #FlipflopLies at the time – they had the public scared to death of ‘double-mutant variants’ of their made-up virus, and the college kids like Craig were the most psychotic of all about the Covid Religion.
You might be wondering why I even allowed Craig into my house?
I’d asked myself that in the past too. The answer I came up with is because I felt sorry for him – like most of the youth of his day he never had a chance to create his own beliefs – Big Brother happily did that for him.
Then again, I didn’t have much choice either – I could never quite recall how I got roped in to the college’s Elderly Outreach Program, but whenever I tried to talk to someone about removing my name from their lists, I was gently reminded that all citizens were required to build their social credit. Since mine were always dangerously low, unless I wanted to have to undergo more ‘re-education’ about living in a ‘sustainable society’, I had to give up my demands for privacy and thus occasionally allow do-gooders like Craig the opportunity to come by.
On his last visit, Craig found out that my old TV was kaput — he didn’t ever learn the real story behind what happened, but even still I think he was surprised to see the TV kick the bucket before I did!
More importantly, on his visit today he brought me a new 42” HDTV from the college’s charity and even set it up for me. (I guess these new Gen Z kids are good for something after all, neh? Although I made a mental note to myself to take the thing apart and remove the 5G tracker that was sure to be inside).
“So what do you think about your new monitor, Mr. John?” Craig admired the gift. “Want me to show you how to use the remote?”
I merely grunted.
Craig used his gloved hand to wave at the device again. “Look here, sir – now you don’t have to get up to change the channel any more. Now all you have to do is click, like this.”
“Don’t change that dial, boy!”
“Oh, sorry. So, do you think our Phillies will pull it out, Mr. John?”
“Don’t know.”
“Who’s your favorite player?”
“The one batting now.”
“You like Santana too?” Craig smiled – although I couldn’t see it because of his mask – yet I could tell he thought he was finally making a connection with me. “Yeah, he’s always been mine t–“
“No.” I interrupted. “I like WHOEVER is at bat for the Phillies because that means we still have a chance to win.”
“Oh. I see.” Craig lowered his head and tried to peek at his watch without me seeing. I knew he was pained with boredom, but then again so was I!
“Swung on…it’s a high fly ball… the Phillies might take the lead right here!” McCarthy shouted from the TV. “Back…back…BA—“
<BUZZ! BRRR!> The screen was mess of blurry lines.
“NOOOOO!” I shook my fist at the interruption.
“What’s going on?” Craig wondered as the TV refocused and we looked upon a new scene – The Phillies game replaced with a view from above a dark cave within which two men were laying in squalid conditions.
The Two Witnesses
“Gol’darnit, not another special broadcast.” (At the moment, I was so upset I didn’t really notice what was being shown).
“I don’t know, John. It looks like too strange for a news report. Those guys look like prisoners in some crazy medieval dungeon – it’s creepy.”
Looking again at the TV, I recognized the Two Witnesses and realized they were about to deliver a new prophecy – yet this only annoyed me all the more because it surely meant I’d miss more of my game.
Unfortunately there was nothing I could do but sit and watch like the rest of the schmucks around the world.
The prophets’ cell looked cold and brutal, with dirty hay strewn about the floor, and a hole in the corner for their toilet. Still dressed in those filthy burlap rags, Elijah and Enoch now had sores which blanketed their bodies. Heavy wrinkles notched their unshaven faces, and their oily hair stuck in ratted mats to their heads.
Yet it was their eyes – or rather their empty sockets — that captured your attention and made it impossible to look away. Even I was taken aback – for the more I stared, the more I felt myself being pulled into the black caverns in their faces, as if they were the passage to a forsaken afterlife.
It gave me a case of the Jimmies and sent Craig into a panic attack.
“Are they… dead?” Craig managed to eke out because gasps through his mask.
“How should I know?” I lied to brush him off.
Suddenly I saw Enoch rise up — swaying on his feet, he gurgled a bit before proclaiming, “Sixth Seals we had spoken of, yet another is to come.”
The second man now sat up, “And it too shall be broken.”
Just like that, both fell back to the ground in apparent exhaustion.
Craig fell back in the sofa, “What do you make of that, Mr. John?”
I didn’t reply — for I knew there was more to come. Peering through tightened eyelids, I grew angrier by the second…waiting for the inevitable.
“Their robes will be washed white with the blood of The Lamb.”
“ARRRG!” Both prophets cried in unison, covering their ears in a futile effort to ward off the BOOMING of great trumpets – blasts which not only pummeled them, but us as well. The rush of sound so loud I wouldn’t doubt if the world over shook from the thunder!
“DISASTER!” Enoch wailed.
“WOE!” Shouted Elijah.
“The Seventh Seal…” I whispered, as the seers cried it to the world.
Again the trumpets, louder than before – and I felt as if the foundation of the world shook.
The TV went dead even as Craig and I tried to steady ourselves.
“WHOA! What was that?” Craig screamed. “I’m sorry, Mr. John, but I gotta get out of here! I’ve gotta see if my family is OK!”
And I watched as he raced out – not giving a second thought to the elderly man he was supposed to be caring for.
In reality, I didn’t care that Craig had deserted me, instead I merely glowered in my chair, incensed with anger.
“Oh, God, what have I done that You oppress me like this? Why do you always spurn the work of my hands? Please kill me now and get it over with.”
Naturally, I didn’t get my wish — yup, the next night too The Big Guy forced yet another dream upon me…
And so it was that Hope and Hopelessness continued their eternal struggle – in the forms of the prophets Elijah and Enoch.
(Oh boy, whenever I get a vision of these two, it’s always a bit melodramatic – sorry. Just remember, I have no control here…)
“Our captor is The Great Deceiver.” Wailed Elijah, sitting in a pool of his own filth. “The Brother I warned the world about. Yes, it is Him.”
“He is not whom the world believes him to be.” Enoch replied stoically.
Now, as you might know, Elijah and Enoch were once men of renown, blessed amongst all. In fact, if you’ve read your Bible, then you know that when they had walked upon the earth, neither of them had tasted death, but instead both had been taken up to Heaven without ever experiencing the grave.
Even after they had passed from this world, many tales were told about their greatness and the memory of each had inspired believers for thousands of years – and all the while, both Elijah and Enoch had enjoyed the splendor of the afterlife.
But then, some three years ago, I began to get visions of how both were sent back to Earth, and instructed to fulfill a new mission – to prepare the world for the great and dreadful coming of the Lord.
Despite their previous experience with such heavenly assignments, when they returned again to this world, I could immediately see that both men quickly discovered that the peoples of this age were much different than those they had influenced in the past – for starters everyone was wearing face masks and afraid to let the prophets even get close to them.
Despite their God-given mission, Elijah and Enoch floundered.
For over a year, I had watched as they were unable to find anyone willing to place faith in what they had to say — and so the world missed out on much of the prophecies they first spoke.
(It wasn’t really that important anyway, trust me. Also, in defense of the rest of the world, while the United Nations open border policy allowed for immigrants to travel freely (if they could provide the necessary Vaccine Passports), Elijah and Enoch had no such documentation. How Elijah ended up in the hill country of Romania, or Enoch in Southeast Asia, I’ll never know – and I’m sure they didn’t either. It didn’t help that the prophets clung to the former hygiene habits of the Old Testament, nor that they spoke ancient dialects that the people of the lands they traveled in could not understand – in short looked like more like a couple of Covid-carrying panhandlers rather than divine prophets proclaiming the coming Revelation. But I guess He didn’t think ahead on that before He sent them, huh?)
The more visions I got about The Two Witnesses, the more I could see that both prophets were not reacting well to their visionary experience – specifically whenever they got a vision it clearly incapacitated them. Luckily for them, people who observed them in such spasms wrote it off as merely some of the serious but all-too-common “immune responses” to the Covid vaccines and just let them suffer through it – because that was the norm at the time. When the local authorities observed them survive, they happily shoved a couple Immunity Passes on them although I doubt the prophets realized how valuable that kind of documentation was.
Meanwhile I knew better – they were experiencing revelations. I watch them try to resist when the visions hit them – yet their efforts were futile and they had no choice but to accept what He sent them…
Powerful images force fed into their minds, an unwelcome miasma that they had no choice but to regurgitate to any who would listen…yet few ever did.
But then, some two years ago, I became intrigued to see that both of the prophets were ‘discovered.’ At first I thought they were just being rounded up by the Covid contact tracers in their areas and taken to one of Quarantine Camps in their regions – where they’d inevitably be vaxxed, chipped, and ‘educated’ on the virus safety protocols for their area. But that’s not what happened.
Instead I watched with curiosity as each of the men was taken… somewhere else.
Although I didn’t see where they traveled to, I did witness that both prophets ended up in the same mysterious location – where they were met by a man whose identity I could never quite make out, yet who had obviously correctly identified the seers as the heavenly witnesses they were.
Then it was that the prophets were indeed vaxxed and chipped against their will (like so many other people in the world). Worse yet, it quickly became clear that their new acquaintance was in fact not doing all this out of friendship to the prophets – for the mystery man then put Elijah and Enoch in shackles and imprisoned them in a dark dungeon. But sadly their horrors didn’t end there – next the captor blinded the seers by gouging out their eyes! Finally, after dressing them in sackcloth, their evil benefactor left the blind prophets to live in filth and squalor – forsaken by the world and apparently their God too.
And yet, in spite of all of these hardships, still Elijah and Enoch prophesied – for they had no choice. (Apparently not even the Covid Vaccine could stop their visions, but then again that vax didn’t do much to stop Covid either so I don’t think anyone was surprised by yet another example of the vaccines INeffectiveness, right?)
Meanwhile, aas it now stood for the prophets, today was no different than yesterday, and promised no hope for tomorrow – and in that regard I felt akin to them.
As I looked upon them today, I saw them huddled next to one another on the cold stone floor of the dank cave that held them. Yes, although prophets, they were prisoners. After many months in this place both men were frail and gaunt, yet still they did not protest their conditions. (On the bright side, at least they didn’t have to wear those silly face masks in their cell – so they had something to be thankful for, right?)
Yet I knew that neither man had a mind made for this world – instead their only purpose was to speak about the knowledge of what was to come – and in this capacity, there were none on earth who could match their tales. (No, not even me).
Unfortunately for the world, no one recognized their talents until it was too late.
Correction — their captor did – for it was he who had arranged to have cameras record their every action and word. Thus, whilst Elijah and Enoch continued to speak about that which they saw in their mind’s eye, what they did not know was that they were involuntarily spewing forth God’s wisdom to a man whom these divine messages were never intended for!
“He holds the Seven Stars captive.” Elijah bellowed.
“Even Smyrna and Philadelphia?” Enoch asked.
“All Seven are his.”
“Then He will rule over the nations with an iron scepter.” Enoch pulled downwards on his face, stretching open the barren caves of his missing eyes.
Elijah writhed on the floor, “Any who oppose him will be dashed like pottery.”
Enoch rose up and began to twirl, “A Great Battle is coming!”
“It has already begun!” Elijah tore at his skin as if to cast off a burning blanket.
The Last Temptation of John 