by Evan Ansot
Just as he was about to get an erection, the door to their motel room opened and out stepped Elizabeth. As she was opening the door, the apparition known as Lilith disappeared.
He turned toward the gorge, zipped himself so she wouldn’t notice, and hollered out, “Wonderful view.” Did that brunette just disappear or did I imagine all that?
“Do you see why I like coming here?” she asked.
“Of course, it’s beautiful,” he said while trying to compose himself from that onslaught of sexuality that just left him.
She came up to him, touched his brow, and asked, “Why are you sweating?”
“Oh, it’s nothing,” he lied.
She gave him an inquisitive look, knowing he was hiding something, then looked at the picturesque scenery and asked, “So would you like to come and live in Australia?” “You betcha,” he said.
“I was thinking about taking a cruise up north and just following the coast,” she said.
“Sounds wonderful. Is all of Australia as beautiful as Mount Tamborine?” he asked.
“Well not all of it. But a good portion is,” she said.
“You guys have got your own paradise down here,” he said.
“We sure do. But you’ll have to get used to the way we talk,” she joked.
He let out a good laugh, and they both went back inside their motel room. An hour later, they were all packed up, checked out, and headed north.
Two hours after they had left, a Jeep pulled into the same motel parking lot with the passengers Shimon Katz and Benjamin Yahuda aboard.
May 29, 2015
Sydney, New South Wales, Australia
A little while after the two Israelis showed up at Mt.
Tamborine looking for Eddie, his son Youssef showed up at Elizabeth’s parents’, Bob and Helen’s, house in Sydney. The three Egyptians tried Elizabeth’s house first and came up empty. Not to be outdone by intelligence from the Mossad or the Vatican, the Egyptians found her next of kin’s address. The difference being that the Egyptians weren’t moving secretly as the other two groups were, so they could be a bit more direct in their actions.
Youssef knocked on the door of Elizabeth’s parents. It was Helen who answered.
“Hello, my name is Youssef Sharif. I am with the Egyptian government, but that is not why I am here. I am looking for Mr. Edward Dudley. I believe he came to Australia to visit your daughter, Elizabeth.”
“What do you want with Eddie?” she asked defensively. “I am his son,” he said.
Helen studied Youssef ’s facial features and noticed the same round face, dimpled chin, and green eyes. He does look a bit like Eddie, just younger and darker, she thought. “Come on in,” she said.
She entertained her guests with tea, while she and her husband, Bob, listened intently as Youssef described all of the events of his life that had led him to realize that Eddie Dudley was his biological father.
Youssef pulled out a picture he had in his wallet. It was one that his mother, Sabah, had kept all these years. He handed the picture to Helen who said, “That’s Eddie, all right. It’s an amazing story of how you found out who he is.”
“Do you have Elizabeth’s phone number?”asked Youssef.
“Of course,” she said and proceeded to give it to him.
Helen then called Elizabeth’s phone, talked to her daughter, and told her she had someone special on the line for Eddie.
Youssef stepped outside into their backyard to get himself some privacy to take the phone call which meant so much to him.
“Hello,” said Youssef.
“Hello. Who is this?” asked Eddie.
How do I introduce myself to my long-lost father? Might as well just be blunt and tell him the truth. “My name is Youssef Sharif. I’m with the Egyptian government, but that is not why I called.” I’m stalling, just get to it.
“Okay,” said Eddie. “Why is the Egyptian government calling me while I’m on vacation in Australia?”
“I’m sorry. Sir, I have reason to believe that you are my biological father,” said Youssef.
“What?” asked Eddie. The phone nearly dropped out of his hands.
“I have reason to believe that you are my biological father,” said Youssef.
“What gives you that idea?” asked Eddie.
“My mother kept a photo of you from the night she met you in Crete. She also told me the name of my biological father, which is your name,” said Youssef.
“I’m sure I’m not the only Edward Dudley in the world,” said Eddie.
Elizabeth was driving the vehicle and listening to Eddie’s end of the conversation with rapt attention.
“You were the only Edward Dudley who was in the island of Crete in the middle of December 1985 spending the night with my mother,” said Youssef.
“Are you sure about all this?” asked Eddie.
“I’m positive. But for both our benefits, we can have a DNA test performed,” said Youssef.
Eddie then instructed Elizabeth to pull over at the next rest area along the highway. He needed to find a place to think. A joint wouldn’t hurt either at this point, but I don’t have anything like that. Damn the luck! “Well, if you are correct, I sure as hell would like to meet you,” said Eddie. “And I you,” said Youssef.
“Give me a couple minutes,” said Eddie.
“Sure,” said Youssef.
He looked at Elizabeth who was asking several questions to him with her eyes, but those questions would have to wait for a minute. He asked her, “Honey, what is the closest town with an airport?”
“Brisbane,” she said. Then asked, “Why?”
“I’ll tell you in a minute.” He then got back on the phone with Youssef. “How about we meet you in Brisbane?” he asked.
“That sounds good. We will catch the next flight out,” said Youssef.
“Okay, see you then,” said Eddie. He then hung up and said to Elizabeth, “Remember when the angel Samuel told me I had children in Israel, Egypt, and Italy?”
“Yes,” she said.
“Well, I think the Egyptian has found me. We need to drive to the airport in Brisbane so he can meet us there,” said Eddie.
Ten kilometers down the road, Elizabeth then took the exit that would take them to the Brisbane Airport.
Once Youssef hung up the phone with Eddie, he hugged Bob and Helen wishing them well and headed off to Sydney Airport.
On the way there, his bodyguard Ahmad piped up and said, “I had a dream last night that we would be meeting a great man today.”
Omar said, “I had a dream that said the same thing.”
“What was in your dreams?” asked Youssef.
Omar was driving, so Ahmad went first. “I dreamt we would be meeting the great prophet and father of our people, Abraham.” He pointed to Youssef. “You were Ishmael and you would be reuniting with your father Abraham. That you two had been apart for thousands of years, and that you would finally be together.”
Omar looked at Ahmad with wide eyes. “I had the exact same dream. Except that in mine, you forgave your father Abraham for wanting to sacrifice you on the altar of God.”
“That was in my dream as well,” said Ahmad.
“What else was there?” asked Youssef.
Omar nodded to Ahmad as if to say “you go first.”
Then Ahmad proceeded, “We were walking through a desert. It was hot, and our lips were parched. Then we ran into a caravan with our father Abraham the head of it. He ran to you, Youssef, and embraced you. He said he was sorry about the sacrifice but that it was Allah who ordered it. You told him that you forgave him and that he was only doing what Allah told him to do like a good Muslim. Everyone was happy with smiles all around us, and then all of the sudden, I heard shots ring out and that was the end of my dream.”
Youssef was listening intently hanging onto his every word.
Omar said, “My dream was the exact same thing. Except I saw a glimpse of the shooters who were demons.”
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bsp; “Demons?” asked Youssef.
“Yes, demons. Their eyes were red, and I felt much evil coming from them,” said Omar
“How many demons?” asked Ahmad.
“I saw two. They were dressed in black and their eyes were red,” said Omar.
“What does it all mean?” asked Youssef.
“I think we received a message from Allah that your father is in trouble,” said Ahmad.
“I agree,” said Omar.
“Give me the phone,” said Youssef.
He then called Eddie back telling him that he might be in trouble and to find a secret place near Brisbane, that the three Egyptians would come to him, and in no uncertain terms was he to go to Brisbane Airport. “Let us come to you,” said Youssef.
“There is a motel on Mt. Tamborine that I will tell you of. When you get off the plane in Brisbane, call me, and I will tell you of the place,” said Eddie.
“You’ll just have to trust me on this,” said Youssef.
“I do,” said Eddie.
After he hung up the phone, he instructed Elizabeth to turn the car around. They would be staying longer at Mt Tamborine.
May 29, 2015
Mount Tamborine, Queensland, Australia
Two hours after Elizabeth, Eddie, Jessica, and Joan checked
out of the motel on Mount Tamborine, Benjamin Yahuda and Shimon Katz checked in. After settling into their room, Shimon received the phone call he had been waiting for. After receiving the information, he hung up and looked at Benjamin.
“Well, I know why the Vatican has taken an interest into our boy,” said Shimon.
“Oh yeah? Why is that?” asked the rabbi.
“They want to know if he is the father of one of their nuns. It seems as though there has been trouble from Florence and that she is receiving visions from their Mother Mary,” Shimon said.
“How do you know all this?” asked Benjamin.
Shimon gave Benjamin a look that said, “I have been doing this for a long time.” “We have people inside the Vatican,” Shimon answered.
“Jews inside the Vatican spying for the Mossad?” asked Benjamin.
“I didn’t say they were Jews,” said Shimon. “Money solves a lot of problems, my friend.”
“I see,” said Benjamin.
“So what we have here is that this Eddie is the supposed father of the Rabin girl in Haifa and may be the father of a nun in Florence,” said Shimon.
“He must have gotten around a bit back in the day,” said Benjamin.
Shimon laughed and said, “You remember what it was like when you were in the military, don’t you?”
The good rabbi chuckled and said, “You don’t have to mention any more, my friend.”
“The information is that this nun with her visions of the Mother Mary have given the Holy See an ultimatum.Either they allow a female pope or a prophecy will be fulfilled and Rome will burn within twenty years,” said Shimon.
“What prophecy?” asked Benjamin.
“Rabbi, I thought you was the master of religious studies. The Revelation of Saint John,” said Shimon.
“I tried not to pay too much attention to the New Testament,” said Benjamin.
“Maybe you should have,” said Shimon.
“They’ll never go for a female pope, they’re too sexist,” said Benjamin.
Shimon let out a good laugh at that one. “And how many female Rabbis do you know of Benjamin?”
“Good point,” said the rabbi.
While they were talking, Shimon was watching through the window curtains at the parking lot when he noticed a blue Nissan drive up to the entrance to the motel. He reached over to his binoculars and saw what he had been looking for.
“Shimon, what do you see?” asked the rabbi.
“I think the pigeons have just come home to the cat,” said Shimon.
Benjamin got up to take a look and was held back by Shimon. “Don’t open the curtains. Just very slightly so they don’t take any notice. We don’t know what Eddie knows, and he may be cautious at this point. Don’t draw any attention to ourselves right now, at least not yet.”
They watched as Eddie got out of the car and walked over to the motel office. Fifteen minutes later, he had the keys to their room and was heading that way. It looked to be about four rooms down from their own.
“Well, that is convenient,” said Shimon.
“Should we go introduce ourselves?” asked Benjamin
“No, not yet. Let’s see if our friends from the Vatican show up first,” said Shimon.
A few hours later, after the two elderly Jews had eaten— which was a minor miracle finding any kind of kosher food in Australia, Must not be many Jews in this country, thought Benjamin—another vehicle pulled into the parking lot looking rather conspicuous.
Out of the vehicle stepped not the two men from the Vatican but three men with Arab features.
Shimon grabbed his binoculars and exclaimed, “What the hell is Representative Sharif doing here?”
“Who?” asked Benjamin.
“Youssef Sharif, an Egyptian politician. The Mossad has kept their eyes on him ever since he helped topple the Mubarek regime. He’s here in the parking lot with two others that I assume to be Egyptian Secret Service,” said Shimon.
Both men watched as the three Egyptians made their way to Eddie’s room and knocked on the door.
“He is a very powerful political leader in Egypt these days. Israel feels he is a rising star,” said Shimon, watching the three Egyptians.
“Shall we do something?” asked Benjamin.
“No, not yet,” said Shimon.
“You have incredible patience,my friend,”said Benjamin.
“Comes with practice,” said Shimon. “I don’t see a gun on any of them, so this should be harmless. Although I wonder why the hell are they here to see Eddie. He is sure attracting a lot of attention.”
Four doors down from the two elderly Israelis’, there was a knock on the door.
Eddie answered and saw, for the first time in his life, his own son. With him were two well-dressed Egyptians.
He studied Youssef for a moment and could see the resemblance right away. Maybe he is right and is the byproduct of a one-night stand in Crete, thought Eddie.
“Hello” Eddie opened the door. “Won’t you come in?”
Youssef could only look at Eddie with wonderment. Could this possibly be my human father that Ahmed Rama described? Could I finally be united with him? I pray to Allah that this is true! “Certainly,” said Youssef who let himself and his two bodyguards into the motel room.
They both hugged each other, shook hands, and Eddie offered each something to drink. Since Eddie had just brewed a fresh pot of coffee, that was the choice.
Youssef grabbed a chair, while Omar and Abdul dutifully stood near the door.
“So how did you find me?” asked Eddie.
“You’ll find it strange,” said Youssef.
Elizabeth laughed and said,“Everything is strange when it comes to this man,” pointing at Eddie.
Youssef looked at Elizabeth, chuckled, and said, “Somehow I can believe that.”
“Go on, tell us your story,” said Eddie, giving Elizabeth a look.
Youssef then proceeded to tell them the long story of a visit from the Archangel Gabriel, which made Eddie and Elizabeth exchange glances between each other. Then he went on with his visit with Ahmed Rama, which made his two bodyguards exchange looks. Finally, he told of his final confrontation with his mother, which sealed the deal for Youssef. He left nothing out, including all the revelations that Ahmed Rama had told him about Eddie’s past lives. He then pulled out a picture of his mother with Eddie taken back on the island of Crete so long ago.
“He told me that you are Abraham incarnate,” said Youssef.
“The angel Samuel told us the same thing,”said Elizabeth.
A wave of relief washed over Youssef. “I thought you would think I was nuts if I told you the truth,” he
said.
“Ha! I told you that strange things follow him around,” said Elizabeth, pointing at Eddie.
“And not just in this life either,” said Youssef.
Eddie was off in another world thinking to himself, If I am Abraham and Elizabeth is Sarah, the ancestress to all of Israel, then that would make Youssef ’s mother Hagar and himself Ishmael. No wonder there is an Egyptian connection!
“Do you realize who you are yet?”asked Eddie to Youssef.
“No, I haven’t, but I have an idea because of a dream my friends had last night,” he said.
“Your mother is Hagar, and you my son, are Ishmael,” said Eddie.
Both Egyptian bodyguards were in shock at this latest pronouncement. Between Eddie’s declaration and their dream last night, this clinched it for these two. Every good Muslim knew who Ishmael was—the son of Abraham and father to all Muslims. If what these people were saying in this motel room was correct, then they were in the presence of the founders of the Muslim faith. If this was the case, and they were both beginning to believe it to be so, then there was no way they were about to let anyone harm these good Muslim patriarchs.
“I have something else to tell, Youssef. You have sisters. Four of them. Two of them are right here in this room in the twins Jessica and Joan, one is in Italy, and one in Israel,” said Eddie
“How can that be?” asked Youssef.
“It was one hell of a Mediterranean cruise,” said Eddie. “The Angel Samuel told me that I have three children from my cruise while I was in the navy: a man in Egypt, a woman in Italy, and a woman in Israel. We were told that the woman in Israel is the return of the holy bloodline back to Israel. That their long-awaited Messiah will come from that line. He told us you are a politician who would rise to become leader of all of Egypt. And that the woman in Italy is important in regards to the Catholic Church. That the church would have one chance to redeem itself, whatever that means.”
“Fascinating,” said Youssef. “Gabriel also told me I would rise to become the power of all of Egypt.”
“Who are we to argue with God’s messengers?” said Eddie.
“I am only Allah’s humble servant,” said Youssef.