by Mark Mihalko
Chapter Thirty-Three
“For the Lord God giveth them light: and they shall reign for ever and ever…”
November 25
I am so sorry about last night, I did not expect those accounts to hit me so hard. I am really worried about Gabrielle; I don’t want to think about what could have happened to her. It honestly pains me just sitting here with no idea of her whereabouts or her fate that awaited her after leaving the store. I hope that she is safe. No, I pray she is.
As I look the notes and tapes sitting before me, I am pretty sure that this will be one of our last nights together and I cannot help but feel a shroud of sadness overwhelm me. True, I have no idea whether this manuscript will be published or if anyone will actually read this, but I have developed a sort of kinship with all of you, my potential readers.
I often sit in the dark when the visions and voices leave me alone and wonder what question you would have if we were ever to meet. I am sure I missed something, and you would call me on it. It has been extremely hard keeping track of everything considering the war that is raging inside my mind on a daily basis. I have no clue sometimes what made in onto these pages. It could be a mass conglomeration of confusion.
I have looked back at the manuscript a few times, but in each case, the nightmares start to come back and I don’t want to relive any of those moments. The images are so vivid and many of the accounts inside this document hit too close to home. Sometimes, there are moments where I wish I were dead, instead of suffering through the misery I have been trapped inside. Hell, maybe Gabrielle and Eli are both better off dead instead of surviving in this shithole of a nation that we have become under the spineless leadership of a traitor. I for one wish I never witnessed half of what I did after the outbreak, I would be much more upbeat about where we are as a society.
Who knows, things could be moving in the right direction. At least now, America started to wake up and is standing against the establishment on both sides of the aisles. It may be too late, we could have used this engagement a few decades ago. I know I for one would have gladly sacrificed everything to stop the globalist infringement on our way of life.
Looking at what I have left, I think that I will start of the night with our religious man and his disciples. I wonder; did he find the martyr? Was he able to find the chosen one and baptize him upon the altar? Having travelled to many of the locations that I have written about, I can’t figure out where all of this was supposed to take place. I can’t find any statue or structure that could be used as a shrine or altar. Pittsburgh definitely isn’t Rome or one of the ancient metropolitan areas full of artwork or great artists. Yes, we had Drella, but his greatness is argued more than accepted.
I
And the Lord spoke to the prophet,
Behold, the Martyr, the Fornicator, and the Sinner stand before the pyre,
Look into their souls, for inside their true self will be revealed,
And the guardian will bow before thee, begging for deliverance.
(The Revelation of Moloch 13.6)
Followers, look upon that passage, as Thy Father foretold, a man approaches from the East. His festering rot is visible, and his body will serve for a proper sacrifice. Reach out for him, impale him, and allow him to embrace his destiny upon the sacred staff. Through his tears of blood and delicious entrails, we will feast for all eternity next to the father.
Remain steadfast in your faith, for the scent of another is close and the whore walks beside her. Look around you, search through the frozen embers of snow, and find the fornicator and the sinner. For their bodies must be cleansed of their impurities, and their bile discarded unto the fiery well beneath this new Babylon.
Thy Father has spoken truths throughout our journey, and through his divinity, our oasis will appear once the Messiah has been baptized in the blood of the unholy trinity that stand before us. Raise the mighty scepters to the Lord our Father and batter them until the lowest depths of sanctuary echo with the sounds of their pleas. Ready the fires and reveal the blessed altar above the pit, for the prophesized one is upon us.
Let Us Pray
Lord of Light
Our passage to Mecca is complete and your masterpiece waits
Open your heart to our final sacrifice
And give is the eternal blessing
For we stand here in awe of your power
And inspired by your wisdom
When we started this journey, we were not worthy
But through your power, we have been healed
In Your Name, We Pray
Amen
II
Oh God, was our religious leader part of that squadron? Was he the leader? No, it can’t be. There is something saintly with him and his followers; there has been nothing military about him throughout these pages. This can’t be. Something else must be taking place. This can’t be at the Wal-Mart. No, fuck, this can’t be real. Fuck, that is the last page of material from the journalist. There has to be more somewhere. No, this can’t be happening.
Damn, all I have left is one recording from our lover boy. Maybe he will be somewhere else and not part of this encounter in the parking lot. Dammit, I hope that is the case; I couldn’t imagine everything ending this way. If it did, I might just have to sacrifice myself. I don’t know how I could wake tomorrow and face the world. I would be miserable.
(Click) Finally, the beauty blesses me from my visions. Gabrielle, finally our passions can be one. As I look upon you, I see your pain and feel your breath. But why, are you standing before those men. Are they hurting you? I can hear your weep among the screams and your faint voice stirs, so soft, so pure, inside my mind.
Do not fear; I am here for you. I will protect you from the demonic horde that stands peering into your depths. I can see our salvation in the distance, as a brilliant light illuminates the darkness. You can feel it too, in the newfound hope that flows through your veins, as your screams grow shallow. All of the images and truths are one and countless feelings grow to what could be inside each other’s arms.
Gabrielle, I long for your touch, but cannot comprehend the visions that stand before me. What my dear, is happening to you? I cannot bear to see the pain in your eyes. Where did that dagger come from? The splattered blade rising from the dominion held deep within your soul. As the tiny hand reaches for the heavens, I can see it pierce your abdomen from the inside. The razors protruding from his mouth, our son is alive.
Look at the way he holds you, feasting on the intestinal ropes that nourished him through this ordeal. Look at the way he swims inside your exposed womb, his eyes sparkling among the flames. He stands next to you, drinking from the sanguine river flowing down your breasts. Gabrielle, he is beautiful, glowing like a sacred angel on high. Gabrielle, he is perfect, and now shares a most distinguished bond with both of us.
Gabrielle, I am sorry I could not protect you. But, I swear before the Lord, I will protect our son. In the distance, a lone scream is heard, as the silence in my mind grows louder. The candles upon the tainted altar flicker, shadows fade, and I know that for once, this sacrifice was just.
III
Nooooo! This can’t be! Nooooo! This cannot be happening! Noooo!
Epilogue
“He which testifieth these things saith…”
Two weeks have passed since I last sat at my computer and worked on anything. In many ways, I can't believe that our journey has ended and I will not be sitting down with you every night. Plus, I am still in shock over what transpired. I have so many questions, but many of those will be left unanswered. Don’t worry, I will not forget about you. No matter what happens over time, I will continue the search for more material to add to the blog, so you can have more accounts for you to digest. What I ventured into is something that I can’t stop working on, this information is too important just to let it go.
I already started as I reached out to an antique book dealer, Richard Blake; from a small town the outer reaches of New England who spec
ializes in the rare occult and religious books from all eras of antiquity. I had hoped that he could point me in the direction of a complete copy of the Revelation of Moloch. While he has heard of this manuscript and had a couple of random passages, he didn’t have a full document on hand.
He did, however, know of a book that may include this Gospel. According to Blake, the Daemonum CodexIllustrationis, a mysterious religious text translated as the Demonic Codex of Enlightenment that was discovered near the remnants of Levant, may have contained this legendary piece of scripture. The last know whereabouts of the book was inside the Cathedral of Neceadonia, the religious epicenter for a strange nomadic cult based in southwestern Pennsylvania. Unfortunately, no one has heard of them since early in the 1900s, and the organization seemed to vanish.
With this project complete and having nothing better to do right now, I think I am going to dive into this group and the legendary Man of Cloth from over in Summit View over the next few weeks. I hope that I can find some information on them. I love researching mysteries and finally have the energy to take on another project.
I also wanted to pass on that there has still been no contact from Natalie and all of us at the clinic have begun to fear the worse. None of us can imagine what happened to her; it seems like she has disappeared into thin air. Personally, there is part of me, something deep inside, that wants her to return and join me for our next date. Now that I am done writing this, finding a companion to share my life would be awesome and could help me maintain my sanity.
It also appears that the visions and voices that tormented me throughout this project have gone; so, this may be the perfect time try to enter into a relationship. Everything is going smoothly, in fact, I have cut back on my medication and seem to be functioning better than I can remember. Honestly, I feel better now than I have in years. It is as if a giant weight has been removed from my shoulders and has allowed my sanity to return.
Maybe all of the doctors and therapists were right, and it was the accounts that drove me into that downward spiral into darkness and misery. If that’s the case, I am happy to be done with it. Although, I know that I will never forget about what took place during the outbreak. How could I, this plague destroyed my life and stole my soul mate? I know that she didn’t deserve to die and we, as a society, didn’t deserve the torture.
I only hope that once this manuscript is out there, more people can come to terms with what they witnessed and hopefully some of the sheep wake to the globalist agenda that continues to torment us. Every day, more of the plan is being exposed and more of the corruption being brought to light. Unfortunately, it is us, the population, which must continue to stand and fight. With the mainstream media of our nation betraying our founding principles, we the people have a responsibility to stand against their lies.
I would like to think that in some way, this project has helped the cause and will give people the courage to stand up and create a testament for the blind to see once again. While I’m sure many will ignore it, the dark truths held within these pages should be used to enlighten the masses to the dangers behind seemingly innocent words such as sustainability and progress or popularized plans such as Agenda 21 or Agenda 2030. I know that these words may sound harmless, but they are all about control.
Of course, you must first be willing to accept that you are the enemy of the elite before any of this makes sense to you. I came to grips with that long ago. There was one day after the Gulf War during a NATO exercise in Albania. The media manipulation our government used to protect this country for political and financial gain would make anyone question the true allegiances in play. All I will say is that they differed from what many would expect.
Today, I am content with. Fuck, who’s at my door now? Hold on for a second, probably that pizza guy again. If it is, I am going to lose my mind, how hard is it to get a fucking address right. What the fuck, what would they say that for? Trust me; there is no one here except me. Fuck you, man. There is no one screaming in here. Hell, it’s been quite a while since I heard anything but the sound of my voice.
That’s so fucked, they wanted me to shut the kid up, and they even threatened to call the police. Fucking bastards ruined my train of thought. Damn them. Oh God, no, not a headache. I thought they were gone. See what they did, that asshole at the door, they fucking woke the beasts. The screams, the cries, no go away. Please go away. I did what you wanted; I finished your story. Please, Renae, take them away. You killed Morgan; you took Natalie, Just make them stop. I’m sorry that I couldn’t save you. I know, I deserved to die, not you, and I can’t change what happened. Please, baby, you must stop haunting me, one of us had to live, one of us needed to watch over Eli.
I’m sorry, just please stop! Shut up Eli; I don’t have any more food, wasn’t she enough. Please stop crying, I can’t take it anymore, and I can’t afford to move again. Please stop, I beg you, please. Pleeeeaaaasssseeee!
Appendix
The Revelation of Moloch
One of the most interesting parts of this manuscript has been my work translating the pieces of scripture from Latin to English. Unfortunately, I haven’t been able to find Revelation of Moloch in its entirety anywhere. All I have is the pieces I documented inside the book and a few other passages that I have pieced together from the some research and conversations with people outside of the area. I wish I could have the entire Gospel, I would love to read it; and I will continue to search for it until I die. Until I find more passages and upload them to the blog, here is the original Latin scripture from the accounts of our Man of Cloth before my translations, as well as some of the other passages that were not part of my source material.
Revelation Molech,
Et commota est terra et erit dies in qua prophetia vivetis. Damnatorum et sola formidatis ibi conprehendet audiatur clamor ortus ut satelles. (1.11)
In die ortus trans flumen purus. Diculam basi nostri salvatores in montem offendunt. Lacrimas fundit munus sola in paradiso. Vox cantantis in gemitu et peccatores novae urbi attulere. (2.13)
Itaque hoc die, a series sub Maximo Confluentes curru ferri. Vi erumpentium Vesuvii et angelos flebis. Cinere triangulum aureum Christus apparebit. Ad hoc ut terram tuam Sanctum sanctorum. Et tu exsultabis in fonte in remissionem peccatorum. (2.10)
Potens est et contremuit terra. Ejicient te ab infidelibus in illum hiatum aeneumque flammae haberet. Peccatorum mundati ad dexteram Patris. Magna os suum bestiae ad radices montis. Et risit ad desperationem. (3.13)
Filius Dei audisti profitendi sapientiam massa. Ecce quantum iter damnatione dignus. Hecate per os tuum ad solemnitatem satelles specu. Ibi filicemque stipatus robore magno ianuam aperuit. Et una electa ad introitum vestrum manet. (7.28)
Et propheta ad Patrem. Ultra in bivio vitae est derecta potestatem a venalicium de antiquitate. Transite per generationes perditis haberi, ut in praesepio. Praedictum adventum tuum. (7.9)
Ex intimis procedunt fulgura, Geysers sanguinis clamat infinita Memphis angustiae cotidianae Exsulis immortui bestiae surrexerunt et ambulaverunt ante thronum. Surgunt animae septem septem man- mala pestis per caput et sanguinem perditum splendebit lumen et lux erit ut redemptionis. (8.12)
Custodiebant autem filius potentium sol montis desit vox visio reponi intrinsecus murmura caelum erat enim prope frater, salutem et propior. (9.10)
Imo tenebris et sole ad Omnipotentem flevit. Et posuit animam meam in vitam tuam per novum modum propter signa vitae surgunt et fortius crescit prophetavit. (9.12)
Samael dehiscunt, et Prometheus, ut ridet, remissionem in aeternum, spiritum accedentem. Per sanguinem et spurcum euripus est urbs sola salus moto et animas clamant legionis. (10.1)
Sicut in Apostolis orandum indicem Domini martyris sola diversa tradit clamore valido merula propter sanguinem Agni, et adest uiam salutis ultima resurrexit in austro. (10.10)
Per clamoribus aegrum prophetis somno Caelo et Inferno, et commovebuntur simulacra prae timore clamaverunt paenitentiam agite adpropinquavit enim Filius hominis
carina Angustiae maestitiam compositus et foeda plaudit damnatione peccantium fleret Patrem omnipotentem. (10.13)
Sicut scriptum est in profundis tenebris primogenitus baptizo in vini fortis ascensionis: Accipite, et bibite, hic est sanguis meus, per sacrificium Christi iuvenes ordinetur. (11.2)
Locutusque est Dominus ad prophetam: Ecce martyris fornicator et peccator sto ante rogum: Respice in animarum suarum, pro semetipso intra revelabitur, et adorabunt in conspectu tuo tutori, petens liberari. (13.6)
Other Passages from the Revelation of Moloch
These are what I believe are the first two lines of the Gospel. I actually found these two passages at an antique store on a strange picture/postcard that appears to be from the effigy used in the Cremation of Care Ritual. The first passage will be in its original Latin form, with the translation directly below it.
Apocalypsis Luciferus perditionis, quae per haec dicit Dominus exercituum tenebris operta discipulis suis tradere sacra symbola temptationibus quae inluminat laci quasi cadaver putridum et vox resonat in Angustiae, ac beata Seraphim Molech squalore torpebant. (1.1) Quis dicere uerba referre viros et inambulabo inter Patrem et Filium Deum et testimonium Luciferus perditionem: quoniam omnia quae sunt. (1.2)
The Revelation of Luciferus Perdition, which The Lord Almighty passed through the darkness, to deliver his veiled disciples symbols of the sacred trials, which shall illuminate the pit; and his voice echoed in the canyon, and the blessed seraph Moloch awoke. (1.1) Who dare walk among men and recount the messages of the Father, and the testimony of his divine son Luciferus Perdition, for all things that must be. (1.2)