by Evan Ansot
May 18, 2015
Sydney, New South Wales, Australia
Eddie felt at home in lovely Australia. He’d been there for
two-and-a-half weeks and couldn’t believe how beautiful the sights were. He had made up his mind that once marrying Elizabeth, Australia would trump Michigan as the place to spend the rest of his days and enjoy his retirement.
At least Australia didn’t have five-month winters like Northern Michigan did. The weather gave it a more laid back attitude than what Eddie was used to.
The nature in Northern Michigan would be hard to replace, but Eddie was sure he would find plenty of it down under. The problem was that in Australia, whatever wasn’t human could generally kill you, so he would have to be careful.
They drove on the wrong side of the road, but he’d get used to that in time. He hoped he wouldn’t kill himself or anyone else before he learned how to drive there.
The people in Australia spoke in the strangest English dialect that Eddie had ever heard of. It seemed that every other word there was some sort of slang. Elizabeth bought him a book of words that was unique to Australia. That helped, but it would take his ears a while to adjust to those that spoke down under.
It would take a little getting used to, but Eddie was confident that this was the place where he would hang his hat the rest of his life once he got his permanent visa squared away.
The publisher had phoned him, and it looked like his first book was due to hit the bookstore shelves in another week. The agent was busy negotiating any deal to publish the second manuscript, but since Eddie didn’t quite have the history of sales to leverage with yet, he’d probably have to accept whatever offer the publisher gave. That will change soon enough. As soon as my first two books attack the New York Times best seller lists, thought Eddie.
He had no idea what he would write about in his third book until one day Elizabeth came to him with a wonderful idea. “Why don’t you write about your present situation and this whole bloodline thing?”
“Well, that isn’t such a bad idea. What I already know to be true will blow people’s minds,” said Eddie.
Elizabeth chimed in,“Well, for one thing, you are Philip, another, you are Abraham, and you have children you don’t know about scattered all over the globe. The whole story is just beyond any kind of comprehension.”
“Yeah, but it’s too much for people to believe in. They aren’t going to accept any of this. I barely believe in it myself, and I’m living it,” said Eddie.
“Let’s see what the angels think about it,”said Elizabeth.
That night, after the twins were snuggled in bed, Elizabeth was once again able to contact the angel Samuel. He was the one who came through this time because he was Eddie’s appointed angel. If it had been a message for Elizabeth, then the angel Hannah would have passed through. If it was for the twins, then it would have been the angel Thomas.
Once the introductions were made, Elizabeth asked Samuel about the status of Eddie’s books.
“As I spoke of prior, one of Eddie’s missions in this life is to write books and create awareness,” said Samuel.
“How much awareness?” asked Elizabeth.
“The first book, which is about to be published, will be huge by October. The second book will be highly controversial and be huge by November. The book he is thinking about writing will be a giant and be flying off the shelves by Christmas,” answered Samuel.
“The third book, you mean the one about the bloodline?” she asked.
“The very same,” he answered.
“Should he tell the truth? Because to us it is almost unbelievable,” she said.
“Tell him to make it a book of fiction with false names based on facts that have happened in his life. There are many people alive today who are thirsting for the truth,” said Samuel.
“One other thing. This whole Abraham past life is blowing his mind. He doesn’t see himself as worthy as someone as prominent as Abraham. He can barely stretch his mind around him being Philip in a past life, let alone being someone who made a covenant with the Father,which would produce the Messiah from his seed,” said Elizabeth.
“Let me explain to you about oversouls,” began Samuel. “The man whom you love whom you call Eddie has lived many lives before this one. All to prepare him for this present life. He has lived an extraordinary existence, to say the least. He was chosen early on in his existence to be the man to whom the Father would make a great nation from. This was done by testing and trials.
“The Father found a man who had such strong faith as to sacrifice his son because of his belief in the Father. When Abraham passed that test and was ready to sacrifice Isaac, the Father knew he had his man. Even though the Father stopped him from this act, he knew Abraham would have finished the deed. Because the Father sacrificed his own son, he was looking for a man who loved him just as much as he loved mankind, and He found that man in Abraham. Therefore, an extremely strong bond developed between the Father and Abraham because of this.
“One of the agreements between the two was that the Father’s own son would come from Abraham’s seed because of his show of faith. After Abraham passed away, the oversoul that was Abraham came back to life in another who would be the father of the great prophet Samuel. The Father remembered the agreements, so out of this oversoul’s seed came forth another special messenger. Then he came back as another life and gave birth to the prophet Elijah. Then after that life was lived, many years later, he came back as the father to the great prophet John the Baptist. The one who was called Zechariah. This was all because of the agreement. After that life, he became the apostle Philip. One of the chosen twelve to accompany him while he took on the flesh.
“As far as this life, Eddie, who was known as those other spirits in past lives, had to come back to bring his seed to the nation of Israel so that the Messiah of this generation can come forth. It had to be him and couldn’t be anyone else. The Father promised thousands of years ago to this same oversoul that it had to be him and only him, and the Father didn’t forget his promise to his beloved Abraham.”
“I think I understand. I’m not sure I can explain all of this to Eddie,” said Elizabeth.
“You won’t have to. The Father will be able to show Eddie all of this and has been communicating with him through this entire process,” said Samuel.
“He already knows this?” she asked.
“Deep down inside, yes, he does,” he answered.
“I am not as up on the Bible as Eddie is, but doesn’t the life of the father of John the Baptist and the apostle Philip overlap?” she asked.
“The father of John the Baptist, who was Zechariah, was martyred before John reached the age of one. What is written in scripture about King Herod wanting to have all children under the age of two killed in the Bethlehem area is true.The temple guards who worked for King Herod captured the priest Zechariah, wanting information about the whereabouts of John and his cousin Jesus. The king knew that Zechariah was the only man alive who knew where those two were, and the good priest Zechariah refused to confide in their whereabouts.”
There was a slight pause,and the angel Samuel continued on with this fascinating story.“Not long after Zechariah was martyred for refusing to disclose the whereabouts of John and Jesus, he came back in the form of the apostle Philip. John and Jesus were both two years older than Philip. The irony of all this was that Philip would be a disciple of John before he became a disciple of Jesus. So technically he was a disciple of his own son, John, just in his next lifetime.”
“Fascinating. Is there anything else for us tonight?” she asked.
“Tell Eddie to be cautious and alert. The enemy is all around him,looking to snare him in a trap,”Samuel answered.
Once she was finished, she had much to tell Eddie. It was still hard for him to believe in it all, but it was all slowly sinking in that he was the patriarch of the nation of Israel. That the Messiah would come from his seed. And that he was supposed
to write books to create awareness for those seeking the truth.
It all seemed so surreal to Eddie. Biblical figures were something you read about, not something you are. Saints were someone you prayed to, not something you are.
The next day, in his spare time, when he wasn’t enjoying Australia with his girls, he began his next book.
May 23, 2015
Bald Eagle Bluffs, Michigan
Inside Edward Dudley’s home in Michigan stood two
sixty-seven-year-old men. Retired Rabbi Benjamin Yahuda and retired Mossad field agent Shimon Katz. Finding Eddie was rather easy for the crafty field agent. After working for decades for the Mossad, Shimon Katz had more connections than AT&T. First, he contacted his source at the Israeli Defense Forces to find out the ships that were ported in Haifa, Israel, during October 1985. There were six American ships listed.
Next he contacted his source at the United States Department of Defense for the list of sailors who were stationed on those ships during that time period. From those ships there were twenty-one sailors whose first name was Edward.
Shimon knew that the Department of Homeland Security had kept a list of every known veteran in the United States for fear that if there ever was an uprising within America that the patriotic veterans would probably be leading the way. Strange country, they honor their veterans by putting them on a terrorist watch list, thought Shimon.
Next, the ex–Mossad agent was able to hack into the Department of Homeland Security database and had himself a look at those twenty-one sailors named Edward who were ported in Haifa during October 1985.
From this list, with the help of the picture that he had, he deduced that Edward Dudley of Bald Eagle Bluffs, Michigan, was his man.
He read the criminal file on Dudley: three drunk-driving convictions during the nineties but nothing since then.
The file also stated that he was a lifetime member of the American Legion and the Veterans of Foreign Wars. That would definitely make him a terrorist to the American Government, laughed Shimon.
Once Shimon knew he had his man, he contacted his lifelong friend, Rabbi Benjamin Yahuda, and paid him a visit up in Haifa. Shimon shared the new information he had with Benjamin, and after talking it over, both decided to go make a visit to this mysterious Edward Dudley of Michigan.
Shimon delved into his stash of fake passports and identifications and purchased a couple of plane tickets to the States.
After spending a couple of days in New York City shoring up his contacts there, they were on their way to Northern Michigan.
After flying in to Traverse City, they rented a car for a week and headed south driving down Highway 31 until they reached Bald Eagle Bluffs and into Eddie’s driveway.
Once they established that there was no one home, they let themselves in. Picking locks was a rather easy task for the cagey ex–Mossad agent. Once inside, it looked like a typical bachelor pad: frozen food and TV dinners in the ice box and beer in the refrigerator; pictures of sports figures adorned the walls, with a couple of Eddie’s favorite player, Miguel Cabrera of the Detroit Tigers; a large forty-fiveinch flat-screen television off into the corner and a La-Zboy, which must have been Eddie’s favorite chair.
A nice picture of Eddie with a woman and two girls who looked to be twins was sitting on an end table next to the La-Z-boy. Shimon took out his camera and took a picture of the photograph. It might come in handy, he thought.
In the backyard, Eddie had a pen for dogs, but strangely there were no dogs in it.
In the garage were a Chevy Silverado pickup truck and a rather large toolbox with a set of craftsman tools.
It looked to Shimon that Eddie hadn’t been in the house for quite a few days, so he made a note to himself to have his connections check on the airlines to see if Eddie had done some traveling lately. He also had his contacts check with the American State Department to see if he had used his passport.
“It looks like we are late,” said Rabbi Benjamin.
“I’ll find out where he went,” said Shimon.
After they surveyed the rest of the property, Shimon said, “We are being watched.”
“How do you know?” asked the rabbi.
The ex–Mossad agent just gave the rabbi a look as if to say “I’ve been doing this my entire life. I know when I’m being watched.”
“Who do you think it is?” asked the rabbi.
“Could be anyone. Follow me,” said the agent.
They both left the premises and drove to their hotel room in nearby Manistee.
Once they arrived back at the hotel, the rabbi asked, “How did you know we are being watched?”
“Just a hunch. But after working in the field for so many years, I’ve learned to trust my hunches. My curiosity is piqued now, I wonder who they are,” Shimon said as he was peeking out the hotel room window.
“The American government?” asked the rabbi.
“No.He’s not on their radar except that he is ex-military,” said Shimon. “The American government isn’t worried about guys like Eddie unless the shit hits the fan.”
They both thought for a moment, and Shimon asked Rabbi Benjamin again what exactly he was told by the Archangel Michael.
“That the Messiah would come from the line of the Rabin family. That Eddie was the chosen one to return the bloodline of Jesus back to the nation of Israel. That young Miriam would have a daughter from a virgin birth in the future who would be the anointed one.”
Shimon thought about all this for a moment and said, “Someone else must know about Eddie besides us. But who?” asked the agent.
“The Rabin family hasn’t confided in anyone but myself,” said the rabbi.
“Are you sure?” asked Shimon.
“I’m confident. They didn’t even want to tell me. And they only did if I promised to keep it all to myself,” said Benjamin.
“You broke that promise by coming to me,”said Shimon.
“I needed to find out who this carrier of this bloodline is,” said Benjamin.
“I understand,” said Shimon. “We need to find out where he is now.” And then the ex-field agent got on his phone to make a call.
Two hours later, after the two elderly Israelis had dinner, the call that Shimon had been waiting for came through. Apparently, Eddie had traveled to Sydney, Australia, on the May 1 and was still there.
The next morning, the two went back to Eddie’s house. Shimon wanted to find out a few things before they left for Australia. The first thing he did was sweep the house for bugs, and sure enough, he found two of them. One was in the television remote control for the living room, and the other was lodged behind a mirror in the bedroom.
Shimon studied them carefully. They were a device that he wasn’t very familiar with. He knew what the Israelis, the Russians, the Arabs, and the Americans all used, but this didn’t match anything of the sort. He took a picture of them and sent them off to a very secure contact within Interpol.
They then proceeded to drive back to the hotel and await the text.
It came two hours later, which told him that the bugs were made in France and generally used throughout Europe. The specific model was two years old. With no serial number on the bugs, it was impossible to trace who had purchased these specific items.
Shimon got on the phone and called his contact within Mossad to tell him to have someone keep an eye on the Rabin family in Haifa. If someone is tracking this Eddie character, then they might be led back to Haifa. You can’t be too safe in situations like this, he thought. Someone else was tracking this Eddie Dudley of Bald Eagle Bluffs, Michigan, and the seasoned Mossad agent didn’t like it one bit.
They stuck around Northern Michigan for a couple of days, hoping to see who might be spying on Eddie with no luck. Apparently, they knew that Shimon had taken out their bugs, and there was no sense in them sticking around. So they must have decided to get out of there.
Shimon staked Eddie’s place out but didn’t see a thing. With no point in
sticking around, they checked out of their hotel rooms and booked a flight to Sydney, Australia.
With neither Shimon nor Rabbi Benjamin knowing it, two men who worked for the Vatican Police had booked a flight a day in advance of them. With one billion Catholics in the world, Vatican City may be the one institution with even more connections than a retired Mossad field agent.
May 25, 2015
Alexandria, Egypt
“I know his name is Eddie, and you met him in Crete,” said
Youssef to his mother who just looked at him in shock. “How did you find that out,” she asked?
“I have something for you to listen to,” said Youssef. He
then replayed the conversation he had with Ahmed Rama. It told of Youssef being the son of not just the apostle Philip but also of Abraham, Elkanah, and Zechariah.
That the father of Youssef was a mighty prophet in his past lives and also the father of many mighty prophets.That he is destined and so is Youssef.
After Sabah heard the recording, she fell silent. “Do you have any other information about him?” asked Youssef.
“His name is Edward Dudley, but he calls himself Eddie. I believe he’s from Michigan in the United States. We met one night in Crete, and I became pregnant because of that night without Eddie knowing about it. There never was a first father for you.
“I’ve only been married once, and I was ashamed to tell you or let anyone else know that I had a child out of wedlock. You’ll have to forgive me,” said Sabah.
“I understand, and I forgive you. I need to go find this remarkable man,” said Youssef.
Sabah reached over and hugged her son for quite some time. This had been a secret she had kept from since his birth, and she felt a huge wave of relief washing over her for having finally told him the truth. It was a twenty-eightyear-old secret, and her son was right, it was time it ended.
“How will you find him?” she asked.
“I have people working for me,” he answered.