Blood Royal

by Evan Ansot

  At the sight of Sister Gabriella walking into her room, Mother Anastasia made the sign of the cross and ran over to her. “Thank god you’re safe!” exclaimed the Mother Superior.

  “I’m well, Mother, just a bit fatigued is all,” said Sister Gabriella.

  After Mother Anastasia had prepared Sister Gabriella some soup and crackers along with some milk, she asked, “Sister, what happened this morning?”

  Sister Gabriella ate like she was famished then took a drink and said,“I’m afraid of what was given to me,Mother.”

  “What do you mean,my child?”asked Mother Anastasia.

  “What the Holy Mother told me was hard to hear,” said Sister Gabriella then she lowered her eyes and cried.

  Mother Anastasia took a towel and wiped the tears away while giving Sister Gabriella a hug that only a mother can give to a child, a hug of unconditional love. “There, sweetheart, it’s going to be okay,” said the Mother. I have never seen Gabriella act like this since she was a child. God only knows what is wrong!

  “No, it isn’t!” cried Sister Gabriella. She then put her head in her hands, and the sobbing continued. She stopped briefly to tell Mother Anastasia, “I have a message for the Holy Father from Mother Mary.”

  “Dear god!” cried Mother Anastasia.

  “Nothing will ever be the same,” said Sister Gabriella.

  March 15, 2015

  Alexandria, Egypt

  Twenty-eight-year-old Youssef Sherif was bent over for his

  morning prayers when he saw the light appear before him. It began as a flicker of light that expanded in a thousand directions until it took the shape of a man. The over-eightfoot-tall being had long, dark hair with blazing eyes. He was adorned in a white linen robe with a golden belt tied around his waist. Fastened to the belt was a sheath with a long sword inside it. He wore leather sandals, and as he entered, Youssef could hear the sound of rushing waters.

  Youssef kept himself prostrated to the ground in prayer, shaking to his very core. Then he felt a hand touch him and a voice that spoke, “Youssef, son of Philip, you are much favored. Please arise, for I am not to be worshipped.”

  Youssef felt strength enter him at the touch of this being and stood upright. He slowly opened his mouth and uttered the words, “Who are you, my Lord?”

  “I am Gabriel, messenger of the Host, servant of the Most High.”

  With that response, Youssef was once again ready to prostrate himself in prayer to this archangel, but he was immediately stopped by the hand of Gabriel. As a devout Muslim who knew the Koran, Youssef knew that it was Gabriel who led the prophet Muhammad on the night of power and also gave the prophet the Holy Koran. He also knew that it was Gabriel who announced the births of the prophets John and Jesus. Youssef could hardly contain himself at the presence of the Angel that he had read so much about.

  “Please do not worship me, only the Lord shall you worship,” spoke Gabriel. His voice was like the sound of oncoming waves hitting the beach.

  Youssef was ready to pass out but was once again strengthened by the hand of Gabriel. He mustered enough strength to ask, “What do you wish from me, messenger of the Most High?”

  “Youssef, son of Philip, you have been chosen to lead your people during the time of the great tribulation. In the years ahead, a deceiver will appear who will deceive many. You are to make certain that Egypt stands against this son of perdition.”

  “What can I do? I’m just a lowly representative, not the president of the country,” objected Youssef.

  “You’ve overthrown one president, you will overthrow another and assume the power of Egypt, and then you will lead your people through great tribulation.”

  The angel just prophesied a mighty thing to Youssef, and it was taking time for his thought process to let it all sink in. He then asked, “Why do you call me son of Philip? I know not my father.”

  “Philip, a friend of the Most High, is your father. With him carries the return of Israel, the promise of Egypt, the prophecy of the church, the glory of the bloodline, and the hope of the world,” said Gabriel.

  “I do not understand,” said Youssef.

  “In time you will, Youssef. You’ve been chosen. I will return to you, to strengthen you,” said Gabriel. And with those final words of the visit, the light of the archangel vanished into thin air.

  Youssef then kneeled back down on the ground and continued his prayer.

  March 15, 2015

  Haifa, Israel

  On the same day that Mother Mary visited Sister Gabriella

  and the Archangel Gabriel visited Youssef Sherif, the Rabin family received themselves a visit. Nine-year-old Miriam was reading while Sarah and Anna were putting away the dishes from dinner when it happened.

  A brilliant white light appeared in the middle of the living room. It began as a flicker of light that expanded in a thousand directions until it took the shape of a man. He had long blond hair with blazing eyes. He was adorned in a white linen robe with a golden belt tied around his waist. Fastened to the belt was a sheath with a long sword inside it. He wore leather sandals, and as he entered, the Rabin family could hear the sounds of rushing waters.

  Sarah turned toward it and trembled immediately. Anna and her daughter Miriam just looked at the figure and smiled with no fear whatsoever.

  “Greetings, most favored of the Most High,” spoke the being of light.

  Young Miriam then spoke up immediately, “Greetings, Michael, it is good to see you again.” That response then caused Sarah to look at her granddaughter in amazement and then back to her daughter.

  Anna had always had the touch—yet she had just that one visit from Michael—looked back to her mother with raised eyebrows.

  Miriam, on the other hand, sounded as though she was completely familiar and comfortable with his presence. As if reading her mother and her grandmother’s thoughts, Miriam looked at them and said, “This is Michael, commander of the Host and protector of Israel.”

  “Thank you for the introduction, sweet Miriam,” said the commander.

  Anna then spoke, “Welcome to our home, Michael, and what do we owe the honor of your presence?”

  “Sweet Anna, I have a prophecy in regards to your daughter,” answered Michael. “Years from now, your daughter Miriam will give birth to a child who will be named Sophia. It will be a virgin birth as yours was, Anna, and she will lead her people after great tribulation.”

  Sarah spoke, “Does all this have anything to do with Eddie?” She never forgot about him nor ever loved another since. She had no idea what made her say that to Michael;

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  it had just come out of her mouth before she had the chance to think about it. Michael responded, “Sarah, you deserve to know the truth of Eddie. The reason you met him was to return the holy bloodline of the Lord Jesus back to Israel. In a previous life of Eddie’s, he safely smuggled the bloodline out of Israel, and when he met you he returned it to its proper place in the person of Anna.”

  “So what Anna said so long ago is true about her being in the family of Jesus?” asked Sarah.

  “Yes, she is, as well as Miriam. But most importantly, Miriam’s child, Sophia, will be. She is the sister to the Lord Jesus and the return of the anointed one.”

  “You mean that Miriam’s daughter will be the longawaited Messiah?” asked Sarah. She was about ready to faint; she grabbed the kitchen counter to steady her balance.

  “She is the one who has been prophesied of for so many years,” answered Michael. “The Lord Jesus will destroy the enemy and make straight the way for her. The Lord Jesus and Lady Sophia are the male and female aspects of the Most High. The brother will destroy the enemy so the sister can rule and teach. It is all written for those with ears to hear.”

  Sarah was about to ask more questions but was interrupted by Michael who said, “That is all I can tell you for now.The enemy will try to resist this, so be careful, yet it is written, and therefore, it will be done. Peace be unto this
house.” And then the commander of the Host disappeared.

  At his leaving, Sarah thought, I’m just a common Jewish girl. Why has God chosen me for this mission? My daughter is some holy bloodline, and my granddaughter will be the prophesied Messiah come to Israel? And what was that part about Jesus destroying the enemy to that His sister can rule? This is all just too much for a simple woman like myself. I need to talk to the rabbi some more, but what do I say to him? He’s a beautiful and open-minded rabbi, but even he would have a hard time believing any of this.

  She then proceeded to get on the phone and tell him what had just happened.

  The rabbi was on the other end of the line, scribbling notes as fast as his hands could. It was time to pay the Rabin family another of the many visits he would end up making.

  March 15, 2015

  Bald Eagle Bluffs, Michigan

  Eddie was never much of a prayer warrior. The type of guy

  who would study the scriptures for hours, but when it came to prostrating himself, that was for others. Yet this night, something had changed in him. He had just received a letter from a publishing company that agreed to publish his book. And for that he decided he must give thanks.

  “Father God, thank you for giving me the words to write and convincing someone that they those words needed to be heard. My mind has been blown recently by new revelations of who I am and that I have children in this world. Please protect them. I understand from your holy angels that I am prominent in a holy bloodline coming from the Lord Jesus. Help me to understand all this and give me the peace of comprehension. Also, give me the strength of fulfilling whatever will you desire for me, in Jesus’s holy name. Amen.”

  After he prayed, he felt a little better about things. It had been a lot to take in since he met this Elizabeth

  from Australia. His whole world had been turned upside down. He fell in love, he found out he has children, he found out in a previous life he was the apostle Philip, and he heard from this Angel known as Samuel that he is key to this whole bloodline thing. As he was pondering all this, he heard the words in his head, “Would you die for them?”

  What was that? Eddie looked around the room but saw no one there. It had been quite the lonely house since the passing of his dogs, and now it was only him. But he swore he heard a voice somewhere in the house. Or is it in his head? he thought.

  “Would you die for them?” There it is again! Am I going crazy? Hearing voices in my head! He made a pass around the house one more time to make sure it wasn’t someone playing tricks on his, but then again who would do that?

  He thought to himself, “Would I die for them? Die for whom?”

  This was just all so surreal for him. His life was turned upside down in a matter of a year. Now I’m being asked by a voice inside my head asking me if I would die for someone. Well, the first question is whom would I die for? And what would be the reason for that? Eddie knew from reading up on the apostle Philip was that he was crucified upside down like Peter was and that he died because he held fast to his faith in Jesus. Quite simply, Philip had died for the faith.

  Would I die for them? Eddie thought. To him the answer was he didn’t know because he didn’t know who them was. But the way things were going, he figured he’d be finding out soon enough.It had a deep-sounding,melodic-singsong type of voice to it. Like the voice of an angel he reckoned. Would I die for them? he thought again.

  March 16, 2015

  Florence, Italy

  The day after the Mother Mary’s visitation, all the buzz was

  still about Sister Gabriella and what the message received was. Sister Gabriella was holed up in Mother Anastasia’s room for her own protection from the prying eyes of her fellow sisters.

  Sisters Francesca and Maria attempted to find out from Mother Anastasia but was met with a stare that made both of them scurry back to their duties. No new information was gained much to the chagrin of the order of nuns.

  In Mother Anastasia’s office, she was on the phone with the bishop.

  “I have a sealed message for the eyes of the Most Holy Father and no one else,” said the mother.

  “Now, Mother, you know that is unprecedented. The message must first pass through the eyes of the bishop and then on to the cardinal before it reaches His Holiness,” said the bishop.

  “This is a message received by one of my nuns in my order from the Holy Mother Mary to the Most Holy Father,” said an exasperated Mother Anastasia. “If I have to take the message to him myself, I will!”

  “No need to be rash, Mother,”said the bishop.“Now, you know that we are going to have to investigate the validity of the message.”

  “Be assured, Your Excellency, it is valid,” said Mother Anastasia.

  “How can you be so sure?” asked the bishop.

  “I saw it happen myself,” she answered.

  “Do you know the contents of the message?” asked the bishop.

  “No, I don’t,” she lied. “Only Sister Gabriella does.”

  “I’ll see that he gets the message,” said his most excellency, the bishop.

  After the phone call, Mother Anastasia held a meeting with the entire Order of the Nuns of Badia Fiorentina. She felt that they all deserved to know the contents of the message received from the Holy Mother Mary from the previous day. After all, besides satisfying their curiosity, it would affect each and every one of them.

  After revealing the message to the nuns, Mother Anastasia ordered each one of them to keep the contents of the message to themselves. She told them an investigation

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  was about to descend on Badia Fiorentina, and the nuns must remain united behind their beloved Sister Gabriella. Two days later on March 18, 2015, His Most Holy Pope was in his private study reading from a sealed letter written by the hand of one Sister Gabriella of the Order of Nuns of Badia Fiorentina in Florence.

  It read as follows:

  To the Most Holy Father, My name is Sister Gabriella of the Order of the Nuns of Badia Fiorentina. I received a visit from the Holy Mother Mary on the morning of March 15, 2015.

  The Holy Mother has instructed me to send you this message immediately. She told me that to withhold the message would bring dire consequences to the Church.

  The Holy Mother has stated that the Heavenly Father has decreed that Rome in general, and the Vatican City in particular, will be burned to the ground and prophecy fulfilled within twenty years at the receiving of this message if the following conditions are not met within three months.

  1. That the Vatican publicly beg forgiveness in the wrongdoing that they did to Saint Mary Magdalene by declaring her a prostitute in the year 591 ad.

  2. That the Vatican admit to knowing of the holy bloodline of the Lord Jesus and Saint Mary Magdalene and publicly beg forgiveness for withholding this knowledge from the public.

  3. That females are allowed to lead the church. This includes the positions of priests, monsignors, bishops, cardinals, and pope. This will begin with installing Mother Anastasia of Badia Fiorentina as the first female Pope. And then she, with the guidance of the Holy Mother Mary, will make the necessary changes in the other positions of Vatican authority.

  Sincerely, Sister Gabriella, dated March 16, 2015, Badia Fiorentina, Florence, Italy

  The pope arose from his desk then called his personal secretary. He then informed his secretary to set up a Miracles Commission to immediately go to the Badia Fiorentina in Florence.

  Once he finished with that, he got down on his knees and prayed to the Heavenly Father for wisdom.

  March 20, 2015

  Sydney, New South Wales, Australia

  Elizabeth and the twins settled into their daily routine

  after arriving back from Michigan in January. With the help of Elizabeth’s parents, Bob and Helen, Elizabeth went back to work, Joan went to school, and Jessica was receiving one-on-one therapy. The daily calls continued with Eddie as they all looked forward to being reunited with him again in the fal
l of the year.

  Eddie delivered the exciting news to her that he was going to have a book published. She kept up with her communications with her Grandmother Nina and through that was able to locate an agent for any future manuscripts he may have.

  She then put herself under and inquired to the angel Thomas about the possible future of Eddie being a writer.

  “That is one of his missions,” said the angel.

  “It is?” asked Elizabeth.

  “Yes, to create awareness,” replied Thomas.

  “I didn’t know that about him,” stated Elizabeth. The angel remained silent, so Elizabeth then asked, “What else is there I don’t know about him?”

  “It would be a violation to tell you some things about him. He must come to those conclusions himself,” said Thomas.

  “Okay, then tell me about the book writing or whatever you can about it,” said Elizabeth.

  “If he chooses this career path, and it is up to him to decide that, then he will be extremely successful with many books, creating awareness for many. He has such a deep knowledge of the spirit that it would be a shame for him to keep all that knowledge to himself,” said Thomas.

  “He just decided to do this last October,” said Elizabeth.

  “He’s been thinking about it for quite some time now,” said Thomas.

  “Well, if it’s successful, he can then quit his job as an electrician,” said Elizabeth.

  “Much more than that, Elizabeth,” said Thomas.

  “What do you mean?” asked Elizabeth.

  “He will ultimately decide, but he’s destined for much more than just quitting a job. The money earned by writing books can ultimately help children such as yours,” said Thomas.

  “Autistic kids?” asked Elizabeth.

  “Kids with special needs,” said Thomas.

  Blood Royal After she finished her session with the angel Thomas, Elizabeth thought that maybe that was their life’s mission. He could write the books, and she could help the kids with scheduling therapies, biomed, and other educations. Who knows, she thought, if he is extremely successful as the angel put it, then he will make money that can be used to help others.