by Evan Ansot
“So if the friar told you that you are chosen because of an agreement made long ago and you are the key to that bloodline, then that makes you Abraham!” Elizabeth said, her excitement growing. “From Abraham to David to Jesus to you and your offspring!”
Eddie looked at her for a second. He understood what she said, but his mind hadn’t comprehended the meaning of it yet. “The first agreement which speaks of a bloodline is the one with Abraham. Then that agreement is amplified with David. Then it is fulfilled with Jesus.”
“That is for the first coming,” she said.
“True, what about the second?” he asked.
“Then Abraham would have to come back and his seed be the second coming,” she said.
“And if I am Abraham like you say I am, then one of my children or my grandchildren is the messiah,” the words came out of his mouth, but his mind had not caught up to them yet. It was all so surreal. What did I just say? What just came out of my mouth? he thought.
“You had to come back so that the messiah could return!” she shouted. “Because of an agreement made long ago! The agreement between God and Abraham!”
“Holy shit!” Eddie caught himself. “I didn’t mean that. Basically, what we are saying here is that it all began with Abraham.”
They both decided that was enough research for now. They would attempt to communicate with the spirit through either Nina or whichever angel happened to pass through and confirm whether or not that Eddie was Abraham and that if it was his seed that would be chosen to bring forth the long-awaited Messiah.
That night, they once again went under and communicated with the spirit. This time, it was the angel Samuel who passed through.
“Hello, Samuel,” said Eddie.
“Hello, Eddie and Elizabeth,” said the angel Samuel. “We have some questions for you,” said Elizabeth. “I know what they are, and I’ve been instructed by the
Holy Father to answer them for your benefit. Yes, Eddie, you were the prophet Abraham in a previous life. And you, Elizabeth, were his wife, Sarah, the ancestors to all of Israel.”
“I don’t know much about those two,”admitted Elizabeth. “Abraham was a biblical stud if you will. Without him, there is no Judaism, Christianity, or Islam for that matter. He’s the father to all three,” said Eddie.
“Good god! He’s that prominent?” said Elizabeth and tried to let that all sink in. “I must read about Sarah and him.” She looked at Eddie and thought, I don’t know about biblical stud, but you sure are one now.
“Okay, what about the bloodline and my children scattered all over the world?” asked Eddie.
“You know about the twins Jessica and Joan here in Australia. The other three are a woman in Israel, a man in Egypt, and a woman in Italy,” the angel answered.
“And all of them are of the royal bloodline?”asked Eddie.
“Of course.”
“What is the significance of each?” asked Elizabeth.
“The Israeli woman is for the bloodline and the most significant. The Messiah will come from that line. The Egyptian man is a political activist and was involved in the overthrowing of one government. He has become prominent in Egyptian politics and will continue on until he rules all of Egypt. The Italian woman is a nun and has significance within the Roman Catholic Church.The father has given that church one last chance to redeem itself. That is all I can tell you about them. To supply you with more information would be a violation,” said Samuel.
“Thank you, Samuel,”said Eddie.Then the angel Samuel took his leave.
“Well, that is another mindblower,” said Eddie.
She arose to get her something to drink. “That seems to follow you around, Eddie.”
“This is larger than both of us. I feel like I’m an actor in a play and someone else is doing the directing,” he said.
“Maybe we will find out what the plot is when the play is over,” she said.
“That’s usually how prophecy works. You find out what it means after the event has happened so you can’t do anything about it beforehand,” he said.
May 5, 2015
Tel Aviv, Israel
Shimon Katz had known Rabbi Benjamin Yahuda since
they started school together as six-year-olds back in 1954. After graduating from their high school in Haifa, they both performed their mandatory enlistments in the army together. They fought side by side in the Six-Day War as nineteen-year-olds in 1967, and both performed heroically in the Sinai. Once their enlistments were up, they went their separate ways. Benjamin followed his spiritual calling, while Shimon joined the Israeli Secret Police organization known as Shin Bet. Benjamin followed God, and Shimon followed the action. From there, Shimon later on became a Mossad agent for Israeli intelligence. Both men retired from their professions in 2012.
They may have separated, but they never lost touch. Every other Sunday morning, one would call the other on the phone and talk for at least an hour like a couple of elderly women catching up with the latest gossip. No matter where Shimon was in the world, he would make it a point to talk to his lifelong friend, Benjamin.
The phone call Shimon received from Benjamin on May 2 shocked him. His dear friend had told him that he had received a visit from the archangel Michael telling him that a family that the good rabbi had cared for was the lineage of the future Messiah. Benjamin had described the entire visit that he had back in 2005 and that this same family had recently received another visit from the archangel.
Shimon had asked him why Benjamin had waited all these years to tell him, and the rabbi had answered that he didn’t know what to do with the information he had. But this latest visit had pressed the issue.
The rabbi had told Shimon that Michael had said “the bloodline had returned back to Israel.” And that the bloodline was that of a descendant of the Christian God Jesus. And that Jesus would destroy the enemy so that his sister Sophia could rule. It was all very interesting stuff to Shimon.
Rabbi Benjamin had furnished a copy of a photo of an American sailor named Eddie and wanted to know if the former Mossad agent could find out anything about him.
Shimon had known Benjamin a long time, and he had never known the good rabbi to tell any kind of falsehood in his life nor had the rabbi ever asked a favor from him. Yet this was almost impossible for Shimon to believe in.
Blood Royal He had asked Benjamin over and over about the visit from this angel to himself and to the three girls of the Rabin family, and the rabbi hadn’t slipped up once. His story had remained the same so he knew his friend was telling the truth. Shimon had known all the tricks of interrogation, and Benjamin had passed with flying colors.
Shimon was looking at the information that the rabbi had given him. Sarah’s daughter, Anna, was born on July 21, 1986, so Eddie’s ship must have ported in Haifa sometime in the middle of October. That this picture he had in his hand and his first name might be enough to find out this mystery sailor who brought the bloodline back to Israel. Shimon thought, Could it be true? Could the long-awaited Messiah be on the way to Israel?
This was all mind-blowing stuff even for a retired Mossad agent who had seen it all. But since Rabbi Benjamin had been his friend for sixty-one years now and had performed all the religious ceremonies in his life,including his marriage and his children’s bar mitzvahs, he owed his friend, and Benjamin had never asked for anything from Shimon in their entire existence.
His rabbi friend believed in what he was doing.Benjamin believed that the Rabin family was key to the arrival of the Messiah. Who was Shimon to argue with him? After all, religious matters were the rabbi’s expertise, not Shimon’s.
It was time to get to work on this mission.
His first priority was to find out what ships were ported in Haifa in October 1985. That would be easy enough with his contacts at the Israeli Defense Forces.
That was the key to being a successful Mossad agent: plenty of contacts scattered all around the world. There was a wealth of electronic infor
mation out there, but what Shimon found in his thirty years with the Mossad was that human intelligence was most valuable of all. It had taken him decades to develop all the resources he had at his disposal, and if he needed to use them now for a lifelong friend, he would. The best part about all this was that since he was retired, he wouldn’t have to go through the usual bureaucracy with the chain of command. He’d just have to stay under the radar from the powers that be. This whole mission would be performed off the record.
This wily sixty-seven-year-old fox was becoming bored with retirement anyway. His friend Benjamin just might be doing himself a favor with this mission.
Once he found the list of ships that were in Haifa in October 1985, he’d have to find out the rosters on those ships during that time period.That might be a little trickier, but he had a few tricks up his sleeves. He could either go the direct route with sources that had access to files within the United States Navy or he knew a couple hackers that could break into the United States Department of Defense archives.
He got on the phone and started making phone calls.
May 7, 2015
Vatican City, Rome, Italy
Archbishop Carmen Rizzo, the personal secretary to the
Holy Father, was studying Antonio Firenze, bishop and head of the Miracles Commission, who was seated in front of his desk.
He had read their report of the so-called miracle that happened at the Badia Fiorentina in Florence, and now he had a few questions for the bishop.
“What do we know of this Sister Gabriella?” the secretary asked.
“She arrived at the Badia Fiorentina as an orphan and was adopted by Mother Anastasia a few days later. She has lived at the abbey ever since. Every report written about her has been that she has been a model nun according to the mother. According to herself and every member of the order, including Mother Anastasia, they meet at the fifteenth of every month—”
Secretary Rizzo interrupted, “I have read all that in the report. That’s not what I’d like to know. What do we know of her parents? Does she have any extended family? I know that she was an orphan, but do we have any information whatsoever on her?”
Bishop Firenze answered, “According to police reports, her mother was a prostitute in Livorno and her father is unknown. Her mother’s parents are deceased, therefore, she has no family to speak of.”
“Her father is unknown? You have no name whatsoever?” asked Secretary Rizzo.
“It could be anyone,” answered Bishop Firenze.
“So with all your resources, you have no idea?” asked Secretary Rizzo.
“Secretary, as I said, it could be anyone. She was a prostitute in a city that gets frequented by American sailors,” said the Bishop.
“Well, shouldn’t that be a clue for you?”said the secretary.
“Yes, that narrows it down to one in a million,” said the Bishop is a very sarcastic tone.
“Less than that,” said the secretary.
The bishop remained silent. Anything said now would be to his own detriment since the secretary has the ear to the Holy Father. It would not be politically prudent for the bishop to speak further. It’s more than likely that his tone had already landed him in a position at some remote place on the other side of the planet.
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“That will be all,” said the secretary. Little did the bishop know that the secretary had the Badia Fiorentina bugged with listening devices the day after the Holy Father had showed him the so-called miracle from the Holy Mother Mary and the three conditions that the church would have to meet within a year. Secretary Rizzo would not count on any miracles commissions to determine whether or not there was a miracle. He would get to the bottom of this himself. So he had two intelligence experts posing as priests watching and listening to all the affairs of the order of Badia Fiorentina.
What he had learned was that there had been another so-called miracle that happened last month on the fifteenth that told Sister Gabriella that her father is the reincarnated Saint Philip. That is exactly why he had pressed the bishop, head of the Miracles Commission, about any information in regard to the sister’s father.
He had also learned that Mother Anastasia had also been poking around trying to find out information about the sister’s father as well. And only running into one dead end after another. They would never find out; the secretary would see to it. It was always good to have the police on the payroll for times like this. The police would continue to stonewall Mother Anastasia on this matter. It was imperative to Secretary Rizzo that he finds out who this mystery father is before anyone else.
Meanwhile, the Vatican Police had been on this case of the missing father for over a month now, giving daily reports to Secretary Rizzo.
May 10, 2015
Cairo, Egypt
Representative Youssef Sherif had tried everything to get
information on his father from his mother Sabah but to no avail. She was completely stonewalling him at every angle. For some reason or another, she was unwilling to even speak of him. The only information collected from her was that he died when Youssef was two. She had remarried a couple years after his natural father’s death to a good man who treated Youssef as his own, but after the visit from the archangel Gabriel, his curiosity about his natural father was peaked. Philip, one of the first Muslims, was his father, according to the blessed archangel. How could that be? Unless that is some kind of reincarnation of Philip’s spirit. “ Youssef, son of Philip.” The words played in in his head ever since the angel had spoken them.
Gabriel had also told him that he would find out more in time. It was a mystery yet to be solved. Youssef believed it was up to him to solve this mystery. The archangel had steered him in a certain direction, and now the rest was up to him.
The archangel had also told Youssef that he would assume the power of Egypt one day, but that was secondary in Youssef ’s mind at the moment. Finding his biological father was paramount. Everything else was secondary in Youssef ’s world.
Through his connection in Egyptian intelligence, he was able to find out that his mother was on the island of Crete in December 1985, nine months before Youssef was born. That could mean anything. I need more information, he thought. Where was she specifically at? And who did she run into?
Egyptian intelligence had also told him that she was never married before she married her current husband. Why did she lie to me about that? Was she ashamed that she gave birth to me out of wedlock? No wonder she has no pictures of her so-called first husband. He never existed in the first place! Why won’t Mother talk to me about this man? What great secret is she hiding from me? Why is she hiding it? There is only one man who can help me. The mystic known as Ahmed Rama.
Ahmed Rama is a well-known, controversial Sufi Muslim who lives between the city of Luxor in the southern portion of the Nile River and the Valley of the Kings. Most devout Muslims don’t want anything to do with him due to many Imams’ warnings that Ahmed gets his power from the dark side. But others say he has the touch of Allah in him. Many times he has been able to help people with their illnesses through contacting spirits from the other side.
Many consider him a seer who sees into the future and the past. Youssef wasn’t sure either way about this Ahmed Rama, but he was desperate enough to find out about his true father to take a chance on this mystic. Good or evil, Youssef was about to find out about this mystery seer.
The next day Youssef took a leave of absence for a few days from his political duties to go and see for himself this mystic from the south.
Ahmed welcomed Youssef into his home. “I’ve been expecting you Youssef, son of Philip.”
Holy allah, the mystic knows! thought Youssef. He recovered long enough to ask, “How did you know I was coming to see you?”
“The Mighty One told me you were coming,” said Ahmed, matter-of-factly.
“Allah?” asked Youssef.
“Is there any other mighty one?” asked Ahmed. Then he caught him
self and said, “Oh yes, there is another mighty one that you know of. Gabriel, messenger of the Host.”
“Yes, I saw Gabriel in all his glory,” said Youssef. “He left quite the impression.”
“And that is why you are visiting me today.Because of the information that the messenger gave to you,” said Ahmed. “Would you care for something to drink?” motioning for Youssef to take a seat.
“Yes, I would, thank you,” said Youssef. Then they both sat on pillows, facing each other. “That is true. He called me Youssef, son of Philip.”
“You are more than just the son of Philip,” said Ahmed.
“I am?” asked Ahmed.
“You are, but I will get to that later. Firstly, I must say that I have been instructed by the Most High to answer any question that you may have. You wish to know of this Philip. He is who you think he is, a friend of the Most High Prophet Jesus,” said Ahmed.
“In other words, the one whom the Christians call Saint Philip,” said Youssef.
“The very same, a mighty disciple. The founder of the Coptics in our own country,” said Ahmed.
“I thought they were founded by Mark?” said Youssef.
“You know your history well, I am impressed. Mark came along later. Philip and Bartholomew were here first,” said Ahmed.
“Okay. Now you said my father is much more than even him. What do you mean by that?” asked Youssef.
“Your father is a close friend of the Most High. He is not only the father of you, young Youssef, he is the father of many prophets,” said Ahmed.
“Will you quit speaking in riddles and just speak plainly,” said Youssef, his blood pressure rising. Why must people like this constantly speak in cryptic sentences?
“Do not lose patience, Youssef,” said Ahmed with a smile on his face.
Youssef gathered himself, paused, and asked, “Father of which prophets?”
“Isaac, Ishmael, Samuel, Elijah, John the Baptist and others,” said Ahmed.
“Holy Allah! That would make him Abraham, Elkanah, and Zechariah!” shouted Youssef. He was not a man to get excited, but this new revelation had caught him ill prepared, and he couldn’t help himself. Abraham! The greatest of the prophets, the father of all the Muslims!