by Evan Ansot
All she knew was that he was in the United States Navy who came to port in Haifa about nine months before she was born. Since she was born on July 21, 1986, that narrowed it down a bit. It would have to be a sailor who was ported in Haifa at or near the middle of October 1985. She decided then and there to go to the rabbi and ask for his help in finding out whic ships were in port near that date.
She then went to her daughter, Miriam, and inquired if she knew anything given to her by the Spirit. That was a dead end. It seemed as though Miriam knew more about the angels of heaven than she did this mystery sailor, Miriam’s grandfather.
Well , she thought, at least I have something to go by. A sailor by the name of Eddie who was in port during the middle of October 1985. It isn’t much, but at least it was something.
April 15, 2015
Florence, Italy
Despite the objections of the bishop and the Vatican, the
Order of the Nuns of Badia Fiorentina assembled outside the courtyard of their abbey for their monthly prayer to the Holy Mother Mary. Except this time, it was not done in secret but under the watchful eyes of the bishop of Florence and two priestly representatives of the Vatican.
Once the rosary was finished and the nuns received their monthly blessing from the Holy Mother, they all rose and proceeded to breakfast. It was here that the bishop intercepted Mother Anastasia.
“Didn’t the Holy Mother Mary pay a visit this month?” asked the bishop.
“She always pays a visit, Your Excellency,” answered Mother Anastasia.
“I didn’t see any miracles,” said the bishop.
“The visit is the miracle,” said the mother.
“How can you be sure?” asked the bishop.
“We are all sure,” answered the mother, and then she walked away from him to receive her meal.
Ever since the interviews given to the nuns of Badia Fiorentina, the Vatican had kept a close eye on the order. They had issued a gag order to the nuns that they were not to reveal the contents of the message received from the Holy Mother Mary. They were not to talk to the Media or anyone else in regard to the message until a ruling was made as to whether or not this was a certified miracle.
The nuns had kept silent, at least to the outside world. The last thing they wanted was a three-ring media circus on the fifteenth of each month. But to each other, they had talked much.
The nuns had rallied around their beloved Sister Gabriella, paying constant visits to her, not allowing her to be alone with her own thoughts throughout this whole ordeal. Mother Anastasia issued the orders, but she didn’t have to; the nuns knew that Sister Gabriella was to be comforted during these trying times.
On the night of April 15, Mother Anastasia went to Sister Gabriella’s room to pay a visit. Gabriella was in tears, knelt in prayer, saying the rosary when Anastasia entered.
Mother Anastasia walked over to her beloved sister, touched her shoulder, and said, “Sister, can I interrupt? We need to talk.”
“Yes, Mother,” said Sister Gabriella, and she arose and took a chair.
“Gabriella, I know this must be a heavy burden for you to carry. I need you to know that the sisters and I are here for you,” said Mother Anastasia as she wiped the tears from Sister Gabriella’s eyes.
“Thank you, Mother, I know that,” said Sister Gabriella.
“I’ve been thinking,” began Mother Anastasia.
She was interrupted by Sister Gabriella who blurted out, “They’re not going to comply with the Holy Mother’s wishes.”
“That is what I’ve been thinking,”said Mother Anastasia. “Child, how do you know?”
“The Holy Mother told me this morning,” said Sister Gabriella.
“But you told the order that we only received the traditional blessing this morning and nothing else,” said Mother Anastasia.
“I lied,” admitted Sister Gabriella.
“That’s okay, child, I suppose there are too many prying eyes these days for us to completely tell the truth,” said the mother.
Sister Gabriella got up, poured herself some water, and said, “I never wanted to give that original message to the Holy Father.”
“I know you didn’t. But I always knew sooner or later that the Holy Mother Mary was going to give us something that would have to go to the higher authorities. I just didn’t know what it would be.”
“The Holy Mother told me this morning that the Vatican would reject this miracle and proclaim it as nuns’ fantasies,” said Sister Gabriella.
“I figured they would. Did she say anything else?” asked Mother Anastasia.
“She once again told me who my father is,”said Gabriella.
“She did? I remember years ago you told me it was Philip,” inquired the mother.
Sister Gabriella reached over to her Bible and looked up the John 14. She then told Mother Anastasia, “The Holy Mother told me it is the one who asked the Lord Jesus to show us the Father, and it will be sufficient unto us.”
Mother Anastasia, who was aware of whom that was, read the verse anyway in John 14:8: “Philip said, ‘Lord, show us the Father and then we shall be satisfied.’
“Your father is the apostle Philip. That’s twice now that she has brought that up. I wonder why?” asked Mother Anastasia.
“According to the Holy Mother, yes, he is, and I don’t know why she keeps bringing that up,”said Sister Gabriella. “There is one other thing.”
“What is that, my child?”
“I have a special sister out there somewhere who is the bloodline to the Messiah.”
“What?” asked the mother.
“The Holy Mother told me that I have an older sister who is the keeper of the bloodline in Israel, whatever that means,” said Sister Gabriella.
“The keeper of the bloodline,” mumbled Mother Anastasia, deep in thought.
“Yes, that’s how she put it,” said Sister Gabriella.
“How can that be?” said Mother Anastasia.
“Mother, I don’t know, but that is what the Holy Mother told me,” answered Sister Gabriella.
“Well, I, for one, am not going to question the Holy Mother on this matter,” said Mother Anastasia. “But what does it all mean?”
“I don’t know,” said Sister Gabriella. “Why would the Holy Mother reveal this to me again about my father?”
“This is a mystery. What do you know of your biological father?” asked Mother Anastasia.
“Nothing. I never had a father, I can barely remember my mother, it was so long ago,” said Sister Gabriella.
Mother Anastasia was thinking back to that day back in 1991 when they had found little Gabriella at the steps to the abbey, how she had looked unkempt and unwashed, trying to recall the conversation she had with the police officer about Sister Gabriella’s biological mother. How did she die? Was it some kind of overdose as I recall? What other kind of information did he give to me in regards to her? I can’t remember. It was all so long ago.
“Sister, do you remember anything about your mother?” asked Mother Anastasia.
“Mother, it was all so long ago, and I have blocked all that out of my memory,” answered Gabriella.
“Think back, child, and try to remember,” Mother Anastasia said.
“I don’t remember much about her, she was always gone.” She paused and tried to think back, but it was all so vague and hazy to her. “Mother, I just don’t know, I was too young.”
“I’ll see what I can do,” said Mother Anastasia.
That night, Mother Anastasia went down to the basement and looked through the old files back to 1991. She learned from her personal notes that the police had reported that Sister Gabriella’s mother was a prostitute in the Livorno area. The policeman had said that Gabriella was more than likely a product of a sailor who was on a Mediterranean cruise at or around 1986.
We need to keep this information away from any prying eyes of Rome, thought Mother Anastasia.
She then took all the notes she ha
d gathered on Sister Gabriella and burned them. No point in the good sister, or the Vatican for that matter, knowing any of this information about her mother or her father. She would keep all this to herself. But her search for Sister Gabriella’s biological father was far from over.
April 15, 2015
Alexandria, Egypt
Youssef had spent the last month thinking about his visit
with Archangel Gabriel. In particular about whom the archangel named as his father, “Youssef, son of Philip,” and “friend of the Most High.”
Son of Philip, who is Philip? He searched the Holy books and knew that Philip was a follower of the prophet Jesus. Is this the same Philip that Gabriel was referring to? “Friend of the Most High” must be that Philip was a companion of the prophet Jesus and a friend of Allah. He knew from the Holy Koran that the disciples of Jesus were true Muslims.
When Jesus found disbelief on their part, he said, “Who will be my helpers in the work of Allah?” The disciples replied, “We are Allah’s helpers, we believe in Allah and you bear witness that we are Muslims.” (Surah 3:52)
Gabriel had told him that in time he would understand. Apparently it wasn’t that time yet but that he would when he needed to. He would wait until Gabriel returned and then receive his message. Until then, it would remain a mystery.
He asked his mother one more time about his father but once again got nowhere with her. It was time to hire his own investigation team and find out more. She couldn’t be counted on for this information; he would have to do it himself.
As far as the political scene, it seemed to Youssef that he was more interested in finding out whom his father was instead of the prophecy that Gabriel gave to him that he would have the power of Egypt.
Yet he could sense that there would be another regime change soon in Egypt. These idiots in power don’t understand the pulse of the youth of Egypt. In 2011, they overthrew the Mubarak government, and in 2012 they overthrew another, he pondered. The government had responded in its usual fashion of clamping down on any opposition, therefore Youssef had hired security guards for his own safety.
He was becoming too high profile in Egyptian politics and a major threat to the existing power. He knew the frustration of the twenty-some-year-olds of Egypt, and the powers-to-be still hadn’t figured them out. Youssef was a fan of history, and he studied the riots and marches of the United States in the 1960s and how effective they had been. He also read about Gandhi changing the course of India through peaceful marches. Those same tactics were being put to use in Egypt—nonviolent protests and marches to show just how brutal the present government was. The advantage these days was the Internet. It was a tremendous organizational tool that could fuel the masses in a very short period of time as the previous governments had learned.
He would find out more about this mystery father of his and about how he would assume the power of Egypt either from the archangel or his own network of informers. It was time to put them into use and find out who this mystery Philip really is.
April 21, 2015
Bald Eagle Bluffs, Michigan
While miracles were happening all over the world, things
settled down in Eddie’s life. His book was due to be published in six weeks, and optimistically, he was ready for a change of careers.
He decided to quit his job one day after losing interest as an electrician. With no two-week notice, he walked to the foreman’s office and said, “I’ve had enough of this shit,” and left. Leaving the objections behind him, he walked out the door and into a new life.Twenty years of pension would follow him, so he didn’t care. If he lived frugally, he would be financially set for life.
He then decided to write a second book and see if he could indeed make a career out of writing. The second book would be a commentary on the Book of Revelations. Prophecy had always been one of his subjects back when he studied the scriptures. He would knock the dust off his notes from yesteryear and plow forward with it.
It would be completely controversial, looking at the revelation of Saint John from a completely different angle than anyone else had ever thought of. None of that same old same old that other authors are writing about, he thought. Most religious authors don’t even bother with this book because it’s just too difficult to comprehend. It seems like it’s spoken in an otherworldly language, but I figure I’d get through this and see where it would lead me.
There were so many different symbols in that book that a book could be written just about them alone and have nothing else to do with the rest of the text. He looked within himself, and all the answers to every question about the book was there, ready to be put into his computer.
He might as well have this manuscript coauthored with God. Therefore, before he began to write, he prayed to the Heavenly Father for guidance, and off to the races he went. Within two weeks, he had another sixty-thousand-word manuscript finished and sent to the same publisher. Not bad, he thought, not bad at all.
He then remade his will so that Elizabeth Dudley and her two daughters would receive any future royalties for his books if something should happen to him. He didn’t know why he decided to do that, but he felt something in his gut that compelled him to. One can never be too safe, thought Eddie.
The Book of Revelations. Might as well go big or go home, Eddie. As he was writing this manuscript, many answers just seemed to come to him from the Father. It was as if the Old Man wanted some message out there that wasn’t being told to the masses. He’d meditate on a subject on the symbolism of it, and right away he would get his answers about all those symbols, such as the dragon, the woman, the harlot, etc.
When it was finished, Eddie gave himself a pat on the back and congratulated himself for a job well done. Well done indeed.
April 25, 2015
The Kingdom of Tartarus
Lucifer sat on his throne surveying the three beings who
stood in front of him. Baphomet was there as his chief demon, along with the false gods Ba’al and Lilith. Behind those three were thousands of demons all standing in formation awaiting the orders from their lord. Most of the demons looked like giant lizard men. Some looked like pale beings with large, black, almond-shaped eyes. Others looked like humans dressed in all black suits with black sunglasses.
Ba’al was dressed the same as Baphomet. Except that as Baphomet had a goat’s head, Ba’al’s had that of a bull’s. Both wear black cloaks covering their top halves, while their bottoms were covered by black leather pants and boots. Lilith had long, dark hair with blue eyes that matched her lord Lucifer’s and was also dressed in black leather pants and boots. She wore a black leather top with a black leather cape tied around her shoulders. All three wore sheaths with long swords inside them.
Lucifer, the first being created by God, knew how to rule by fear, intimidation, and power. He, being an archangel, had more power than all those assembled in front of him combined. His mere presence made most of them quake in their boots. He surveyed the crowd assembled in front of him and wondered whether his army was enough to overthrow God’s kingdom. He knew his opponents are formidable, but Lucifer felt he had an advantage. My enemies have someone to do the thinking for them, they are but mere sheep, thought Lucifer. He will never figure out why Michael and Gabriel didn’t follow along with his plans. He would have given them far more power than the Father ever will. They decided to follow this human God Jesus instead. That made him think of his own son.
“What is the status of my son?” asked Lucifer. “He is being schooled and trained for his mission, Your Highness,” said Baphomet.
“And how is he being trained?” asked Lucifer. “He is learning the Holy Scriptures, sire, and how to
become altruistic when the time of deception is at hand,” answered Baphomet.
“And his looks?” asked Lucifer.
“He will look exactly like the image on the Shroud of Turin,” answered Baphomet.
“Excellent,” said Lucifer. “That should fool them.”
A counterfeit Jesus that the masses will think of as the second coming. Use their own religion to work against them. The church is presently materialistic and weak. They worship money, not the Father. Most of them think they are going to be raptured up before the final battle. Fools! They’ll throw themselves at my feet, thought Lucifer. Threaten to take away their goods and watch them bow down in a hurry.
Lucifer’s plan had been in the works ever since the agreement between himself and his two former brothers, Michael and Gabriel.
Jesus would come first. He would be allowed to preach for 1,260 days, and then he would be allowed to be sacrificed for the forgiveness of sins. Then after a period of time determined by the Father, Lucifer would be allowed to have his son preach for the same amount of time.
The Father set the time period. It was declared that Jerusalem would fall 40 years after the sacrifice of Jesus. Once Jerusalem fell, there would be a period of 280 periods of 7s, or 40 jubilees, and then the son of Lucifer would be allowed to reign for a 1,260-day time period, the same time period Jesus was allotted.
A jubilee was fifty years minus one year or forty-nine years, or seven periods of seven years.The Jews of old would work the land for forty-nine years, and then, all debts would be forgiven, slaves would be set free, and the land given a rest for one year. That sabbatical year of rest was known as the Jubilee year.
There would be 280 periods of 7s, or 40 jubilees, both came up to 1,960 years. The fall of Jerusalem happened in 70 ad, so that would put the reign of the son of Lucifer beginning in 2030 ad.
If one counted the sabbatical year in the jubilee and made it a fifty-year jubilee, then it would be forty full jubilees after the sacrifice of Jesus, which was in 30 ad.That still put the beginning of the reign at 2030 ad.