by Evan Ansot
The two in white stood about the same size, well over eight feet tall. They both have the heads of men with one having long, blond hair; the other, long, dark hair. Both have long beards with blazing white eyes brighter than the sun. Their skin is the color of bronze. They wore white linen robes with a golden rope for a belt with their shoes being sandals made of leather.
The two in black were of the same height as the two in white. One has a goat’s head; the other has the head of a man with short, well-groomed dark hair. His eyes are the color of blue, while the goat’s is red. Both are wearing black leather pants. A string is tied around their necks to support the black leather cape which adorns their backsides. Both are wearing black leather boots with silver spurs.
All four wore long swords in a sheath around their waists. The man in black with the well-groomed dark hair known as Lucifer spoke, “You’ve broken the agreement.”
“We’ve done no such thing,” answered the man in white with the dark hair whose name was Gabriel.
Lucifer stared at Gabriel for a moment and said, “We agreed that Jesus would come first and remain for only 1,260 days. Then after the forty jubilees of time laid down by the Father, my son would come and remain for the same time period.”
The blond who is dressed in white known as Michael responded, “That agreement still stands.”
Lucifer pointed to the man standing next to him, the goat-headed demon and spoke, “Baphomet informs me that there has been a miraculous birth in Israel.”
Gabriel looked from Baphomet to Lucifer and then said, “That does not violate the agreement.”
“The hell it doesn’t!” shouted Lucifer. He moved toward Gabriel so that their noses were almost touching. “My son is being prepared as we speak to claim what is rightfully his. You will not thwart his plans with any miraculously born children in Israel.” He then thought of the twins in Australia. “Or anywhere else for that matter.”
When Lucifer moved toward Gabriel, Michael moved toward him and said, “Don’t worry, son of the Morning Star, we won’t crucify him as you did the Lord Jesus.”
“Jesus is not Lord,” Lucifer hissed through clenched teeth. He then leaned his head back and roared the sound of thunder for all of heaven to hear, “I am Lord!”
“When are you going to learn?” asked Gabriel, not taking his eyes off Lucifer or Baphomet.
“Learn what? To bow down to a human?” asked Lucifer, his sarcasm growing. “We proved at Calvary that Jesus isn’t Lord.”
“A human who is the son of the Most High,” said Michael. “The father who became flesh, and you proved that he is Lord with his resurrection.”
“An angel should never bow down to any primitive human. Especially not the first created angel in existence have to bow down to anything! Of all the beings in the galaxy, you expect us to believe that the Father would choose humans in order to incarnate?” asked Lucifer.
“Yes, brother, you are the firstborn being from the father. But you gave up your birthright when you turned against him,” said Gabriel.
“I gave up nothing!” hissed Lucifer, and Baphomet and he unsheathed their swords, which was followed by the two in white unsheathing theirs. Lucifer then spoke again, “I look forward to the day of our battle, my onetime brothers, but it will have to wait.” Then the two in black vanished.
Michael, watching them disappear, could only say, “I will be waiting for that day, Lord Lucifer.”
October 21, 2006
Sydney, New South Wales, Australia
Elizabeth Dudley held off giving the twins any vaccinations
due to them being born at twenty-eight weeks and five days, which made their birth weight two pounds and two ounces each. She felt their immune systems would not be able to handle the doses. So she skipped the required shots at three months, six months, and one year.
When the twins were sixteen months, Elizabeth consulted with seven different pediatricians. All of them told her that she would be reported as being a bad and neglectful parent if she did not get her children caught up with the vaccination schedule recommended by the state.
Against her better nature, knowing deep within herself that this was a mistake, Elizabeth scheduled the girls for that fateful day.
Sleep would not come to Elizabeth the night before the vaccinations. She tossed and turned and woke up several times in the middle of a cold sweat, vomiting at three in the morning. Dammit! Why must we go through with this? Maybe I should just challenge the state and not do this? After all, my daughters are at stake here. She wrestled with this notion all night long, until finally, in the morning, she packed up the girls and headed to her doctor’s office.
First up was Jessica. A whole smorgasbord of vaccinations was scheduled on this sixteen-month-old child. She was given hepatitis B, diphtheria, whooping cough,haemophilus influenzae type B,polio,pneumococcal, Rotavirus, meningococcal C, chicken pox (varicella), and the MMR (measles, mumps, and rubella). Every one of these vaccinations was administered to Jessica. “To get her caught up,” as the nurses were telling Elizabeth.
Second up was Joan. The doctors and nurses made it as far as the rotavirus shot on Joan when Jessica started going through convulsive seizures.
“Stop! Get your hands off my daughter!” screamed Elizabeth at the nurse who was getting ready to administer the meningococcal C shot to Joan. She knocked the nurse on the ground, grabbed Joan, and shouted, “I knew this would happen, you bastards! I knew it, but none of you assholes would listen to me!”
“Calm down,” said the nurse who had given Jessica the shots. Elizabeth’s mother who was attending asked, “Calm down? How can she calm down, you idiot? Look what you’ve done!”
“I knew this would happen! I knew it!”shouted Elizabeth. Two other nurses and a doctor entered the room and tried to restrain Elizabeth. Another doctor and a nurse grabbed Jessica and started giving her steroids as her lungs had completely collapsed. All sorts of IVs were being hooked up to her at this point.
“What did you do to my babies?” Elizabeth said hysterically, swinging wildly at the nurses and doctors who had entered the room to restrain her. She coldcocked one doctor and moved toward Jessica. Two more males entered the room and held her arms.
“You butchers, get your fucking hands off her!” shouted Elizabeth.
The doctors and nurses worked frantically on Jessica for ten minutes, and once they had her stabilized, they told Elizabeth that this was all just a coincidence as Jessica had a rare form of encephalitis. Her brain was swelling and causing the seizures and causing her system to shut down.
A mere coincidence was the reason the doctors gave the grieving mother. Just a coincidence. Nine vaccination shots and a swelled-up brain. Just a coincidence.
Elizabeth could only feel hatred toward those who had done this to her twins. “Coincidence, my ass! Would you motherfuckers do this to your own children?” That was the only time in Elizabeth’s life up to that point that she had used such language.
Jessica would spend the night in the hospital fighting for her life. Stability followed up by seizures followed by stability. The pattern repeated itself four times that night then finally, she did stabilize.
That fateful day was followed by two weeks of the twins going through ups and downs. Finally, they were classified as stable, and Jessica slowly came back. But the truth is Jessica never came back, one child left that day and another returned. The poor child had lost all her motor skills—both fine and gross—all coordination, and her speech, which was progressing rapidly before the vaccinations, were thrown into chaos.
Seizures would become a normal routine for Jessica from that day until she reached the age of five.
Joan was also affected, but since she hadn’t received the same amount of vaccinations, hers wasn’t as bad.
Both children would end up being diagnosed as autistic. Jessica was diagnosed with apraxia and Joan with Asperger’s syndrome. Elizabeth wondered how many others had been diagnosed with autism after recei
ving a cache of shots.
Jessica’s biggest challenge would be with speech, while Joan’s was anxiety. The twins would never be the same after that fateful day.
Elizabeth would spend nearly a million dollars the next four years on intensive care, speech and language therapists, occupational therapists, physiotherapists, and so on. She read up on every available therapy she could get both mainstream and nonmainstream, including stem cells. She would not give up on her girls. Elizabeth was bound and determined that her daughters would heal from this affliction.
Not trusting mainstream medicine anymore, she would contact groups like the Generation Rescue and find out more information on the causes and cures of autism. Her conclusion would be that vaccinations, especially MMR vaccinations, are causing children to become autistic at an astonishing rate.
Nor could she ever forgive herself. She blamed herself for not fighting the state hard enough in regard to the vaccinations. She thought why she yielded to them. Just because they threatened to put me on report, does that mean I have to do what they told me to? she wondered. I know my children are special, yet I yielded to their demands. To her, it all seemed like a plot to try to destroy her children. First, the accident when she was pregnant, followed by the intruder into her house and then the vaccinations. It seemed to her that someone was out to destroy the twins.
It was on this day that Elizabeth lost her faith. How could God allow this to happen? How could the Creator of the world allow such brutality to my darling angels?
She threw away her Bible, vowing never again to read such fantasies.
Baphomet and his minions looked on with approval. They had taken two of the chosen children out of the way. This was all reported to Lord Lucifer.
The two witnesses prophesied in the Book of Revelations had been taken out of the way, according to Lucifer’s plan.
February 21, 2010
Sydney, New South Wales, Australia
Elizabeth had spent a fortune on the twins since that
dreadful day of the vaccinations. One-on-one therapy, a controlled diet for detoxification, speech and language therapists, and intensive biomedical had done wonders.
Joan was still far ahead of Jessica, but the gap was closing. Soon after the vaccinations, Jessica would just sit and drool, casting a thousand-yard stare. No speech or language nor any coordination of muscles. Just a vegetable staring off into the distance of space and time. She would have gotten better results from Dr. Frankenstein.
From that day forward, she hated what the state had made her daughter go through. She tried to fight it, but it was of no use. Pediatrician after pediatrician had told her that her daughters must be given these shots. I had no choice or did I? Could I have fought this? Would I have won? My daughter’s lives are at stake, and I gave in. I’ll never forgive herself for the harm I brought to Jessica.
It broke Elizabeth’s heart to see her daughter this way. She’d never forgive herself, the state, nor would she ever forgive God.
Elizabeth hated her country, Australia, for what she was going through. Night after night she would go to sleep begging forgiveness, but none would come. Hatred would grow inside her. She knew what her daughter was before the vaccinations, and she knew the daughter she has after those eventful shots. What kind of butchers are these people to put children under such circumstances? Why would they make a child have nine shots in one day? That is insane!
The old Jessica was gone, and thanks to the threat of the seven pediatricians and Elizabeth’s judgment, she was replaced by a shadow of her former self. Even her eyes had changed color from a lovely sky blue to a lifeless gray. This lifelessness lasted for months, and then slowly and painstakingly, the healing began.
At first it was recognition of her mother, Elizabeth. One day she just said “Mommy” out of the blue, which made Elizabeth burst into tears of happiness.
In 2008, by the time she was three, she began learning all over again. It wasn’t the same as before, but at least she could put two words together. If she wanted something such as her teddy bear she would say, “Mommy, bear,” and Elizabeth would go and get it for her. If she didn’t want something, she would say, “Bye.” If she didn’t want porridge for breakfast, she would say, “Bye, porridge.” It wasn’t the same, but it was better than Jessica being in comatose.
The progress was slow but rewarding. Anything was better than the vegetable Elizabeth was left with after that dark day of the vaccinations. A day in which Elizabeth would never forgive herself for. She began to hate herself. Why did I let them do this to my daughters? Why did I give in to their demands? Why, God, did you let this happen? Who did this and why? I hate you!
On the other hand, anxiety disorders plagued Joan. She would wake up with dreams in the night of “giant lizard men.” It was similar to the dreams that Elizabeth experienced when she was a child. Therefore, she took her daughter and showed her the same therapy that Elizabeth’s grandmother had showed her. It was the least she could do. This helped little Joan, but it wasn’t a cure-all. Joan would no longer sleep in bed alone, and soon after, Jessica would crawl in bed as well, and all three would share the same king-sized bed together.
Joan seemed to be sharing the same experiences that poor Jessica had been through. If Jessica had a terrible experience, then Joan would live with it as well.
When the daughters were three years old,the visits began. The first time happened in 2009.Elizabeth was awakened to a very cold breeze at the foot of her bed. She felt a dark presence penetrate the entire room. Looking around at her daughters to make sure they were safe, she got out of bed to take a look around.
“Hello, who is it?” asked Elizabeth as she was slowly moving from the side to the foot of her bed. Whatever presence was here was freaking her out. She felt a chill at the base of her spine as she moved around the room.
She saw an eight-foot-tall shadow approach her. It had a dark feeling about it. Goosebumps penetrated her being.
With a quick motion, she grabbed the lampstand and swung at the shadowy figure. It seemed to pass right through the dark apparition.
“You son of a bitch, stay away from my daughters!” was all she could muster at this thing that had violated her privacy and entered into her bedroom.
“Elizabeth, why do you resist?” asked the specter.
His voice shook her very foundation. Immediately, a force surrounded Elizabeth, so she couldn’t move. It seemed to grip her by the arms from behind her. She tried to struggle to break free, but it was fruitless. The power of this thing was superhuman.
Out of the shadow, a figure emerged. It was the goatheaded demon of her dreams. Its upper body was well built and strapping with muscles. Arnold Schwarzenegger would be envious. Around its well-muscled body lay a cloak of black. On its head were two horns, and its eyes were the color of scarlet red. It emanated negativity and a cold dark chill went through Elizabeth’s bones.
She managed to speak through trembling lips. “What do you want from us?”
“I am Baphomet. I serve the Lord Lucifer. He has entrusted me to see to the bloodline and destroy it before it destroys him.” His voice sounded like confident thunder.
“What bloodline are you talking about?” Elizabeth whispered.
Baphomet looked toward her daughters. “The bloodline of Jesus, the Nazarene.”
“What does that have to do with my daughters?”shouted Elizabeth. Her time of fear was over; it was now time to get angry at the threat to her children from this beast, this monster, this thing. This whatever the hell it was.
“His blood flows through their veins.” Baphomet was talking to Elizabeth but he wouldn’t take his eyes off the twins. “It comes from their father.”
“James?” Elizabeth threw her head back in laughter. “That family has no pedigree to speak of. What the hell are you talking about?”
“You really believe James is their father? We wouldn’t concern ourselves with him. Ask your daughters who their father is. He is of the highes
t pedigree.”
As he was speaking these words, a brilliant white light enveloped the room. It was the angel Thomas with a sword of blazing fire in his hand.
Elizabeth was no longer held in a grip and quickly rushed to her daughters to check their safety. They were somehow miraculously sleeping through the whole ordeal. Once she was satisfied that her daughters were okay, she looked back at the being of light and the being of darkness. They were speaking to each other.
The angel Thomas looked at the goat-headed demon. “Do you believe that your Lord Lucifer can honestly stop the will of God?” asked Thomas.
“And just who is God?” asked Baphomet.
“Jesus is Lord!” declared Thomas. “And you know this to be true.”
“Ha! The carpenter from Galilee? He and a pack of fishermen from Galilee created a false belief system that these sheep bought hook, line, and sinker.”
“The savior of this world, Baphomet. And the time for reckoning is soon.”
“Not if we can help it, Thomas. Remember this, my onetime brother, Lucifer nor will myself ever bow down to your human God.” And with that declaration, Baphomet disappeared.
Thomas looked at Elizabeth who was stunned by what she heard. He then whispered, “Every knee will bow,” and a second later, the angel disappeared as well.
Not forgetting what Baphomet spoke of in the middle of the night,the next morning Elizabeth was questioning Joan.
“Honey, do you have dreams of your father?”
“Yes, Mommy.”
“And what does he look like?”
“He’s not the one you think of, Mommy. He wears a hat, and he has green eyes and blond hair.”
“Does Jessica see him too?”
“Yes, Mommy.” Joan looked at her mother like this should be common knowledge. She thought what was wrong with her mommy, She wondered whether or not she knows who their father is.