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Chapter Eight
JEREMIAH
Jeremiah Gold stretched his
cramped legs, cold from his all night vigil, as rays of early morning light caused the
Dome of the Rock and the white buildings of old Jerusalem to glow and sparkle. It looked
deceptively peaceful.
He tried to ignore his growling belly. No food transport
for several days, thanks to the Jihad Moquades guarding Bab el Wad pass. Hunger affected
everyone in Jerusalem's old section. In the past ten years of the twenty he had lived he
could barely remember a time without hunger, but nothing so bad as in Auschwitz. The only
one left of his family, he resolved to spend the rest of his life helping to establish a
homeland for the Jews. As a member of the Hagannah he spent his time guarding Jerusalem or
taking part in raids for provisions and smuggling them into the old city. No busses or
trucks had been able to get through for several days and the Brits looked the other way
when Arab nationalists killed Jews.
The Arabs were equipped with the most up-to-date weapons
thanks to their British and some German benefactors, while the Jews smuggled their weapons
inside coats, boots, barrels of flour, loaves of bread and whatever other places they
could think of, risking death on being discovered.
All we want is a country to call our own, God. Millions of
us have died already. How much more must we suffer? You will help us, nu? We are still
your covenant people.
He changed his position on the roof and his rifle dropped
from his cold, stiff fingers. The sound seemed to reverberate off the walls. He heard a
rifle bolt being drawn back. Across the narrow street on a rooftop just a few feet away in
the Arab quarter, the sun's rays glinted off the rifle of a Jihad Moquad.
I survived Auschwitz for this, God?
He ducked down as a shot rang out. The bullet whirred past
and plunged into the roof-top. He rolled over, searching for cover. As he rolled to bring
his feet under him for a mad dash to the stairway in the middle of the roof, he noticed a
strange flicker like a heat shimmer. No matter, he plunged through it as another loud
crack from the rifle and the exultant cry, "Jihad...die Jew!" came from behind
him. He closed his eyes and braced for the inevitable...then nothing.
"Oy, I still live," He cried hugging himself to
be sure. He looked around him and almost fainted at what he saw. A structure towered above
him It looked vaguely familiar. Hearing the hum of voices he looked for a place to hide
and dived behind a pile of mammoth stones piled up a short distance from the statue.
What is this place? Am I going mad, God? Oy, Gevalt. This
is a vision you have given me or am I shot and delirious? Maybe I am dead. Am I dead, God?
Shouts came from close by. He could not place the language.
Several men appeared, wearing the dress of ancient Egypt. The size of the statue they
worked on dwarfed them, but even so, Jeremiah could see their gigantic size. They headed
toward his pile of stone blocks. He squirmed into a crevasse out of their line of sight.
He watched as the men approached a huge rock. They began to hum and placed their hands to
the sides of the huge stone. The stones towered above even them The selected stone was no
exception. It began to move and floated a few inches above the ground as the ten men
walked beside it. Others waited at the statue at various levels above the ground on a ramp
surrounding the structure. The blocks of stone floated from one set of workers to the next
until they arrived at their designated places.
So that is how they did it! Now he recognized the
face on the statue. It was the Sphinx. Who would have guessed the ancient Egyptians were
giants? Nothing in his studies of ancient Hebrew texts suggested such a thing. Something
was wrong here.
He did not see any pyramids and where was the desert? This
place looked like a rich valley. It even had trees here and there. He could hear the sound
of rushing water in the distance. The Nile? Impossible!
Maybe this was not the Sphinx. He peered closer at the face
on the statue. It looked like the Sphinx only it had a nose, was overlaid with gold and
covered with a thick clear substance he could not identify. What was it? Glass?
He felt something touch him on the shoulder. Starting he
whirled, fists up, ready to defend himself.
"Peace, Jeremiah. I won't hurt you. I'm an angel and
my name is Salamas. God sent me to help you."
Jeremiah stared up in awe at the giant figure before him.
This one looked different from the Egyptians and he spoke English. Jeremiah's head reeled.
"An angel who speaks English with an American accent? Oy, this is getting more
confusing. Am I dead?"
"No, no, not dead. You are in a different time period.
I talked to others from your time. They were Americans. You have come through a time warp
to the Earth as it was...before."
"Before?"
"One of the Americans said, before Adam. I'm not sure
what that means. God has not told me, but perhaps you know what it means."
Speechless with the enormity of the revelation, Jeremiah
could only stare. Finally he said, "What am I here for and how far in the past is
this?"
"All of God's plan has not been revealed to me. I am
here to protect you. I don't know how to tell you how far in the past you are. I have no
reference points. You will have to discuss this with the Americans when you meet them.
"This world has become violent and dangerous. King
Lucifer rules. Faithful angels to the Most High have been banished. Wars are fought
against all who dare to believe in the Most High even amongst the Atlanteans and those
from other worlds. I must be very careful and go in disguise. You see me as I really am
now, but I will have to look like one of the Atlanteans to keep from being discovered.
This is how you will see me."
Salamas disappeared for an instant then reappeared as an
Atlantean. Jeremiah shook his head. He knew angels could appear any way they wanted from
the holy texts he had read, but to actually see it..." you keep saying Atlantean. The
legends of Atlantis are true then?"
"Atlantis exists in this time period. I don't know
about your legends. They are now building a time marker. The times have become so violent
and the weather changes so drastic that many are predicting the end of the world. Fleets
of ships are ready to evacuate the chosen few to other worlds. but Lucifer has other plans
from what I have been able to find out. This time marker is to tell a future civilization
about who they were, and how they flourished under King Lucifer. . It tells the story of
their civilization and their sciences and their superior technology. It is another way to
deceive future civilizations. The people are unaware of that, of course. These people
think they will escape and live their lives elsewhere, but God has revealed to me that
Lucifer intends to use them as part of an army to invade Heaven."
"Part of an army?"
"There are races from other worlds and an innumerable
number of angels loyal to Lucifer who will be joining them."
"I knew the war against Heaven involved angels, but
reads from Earth and other worlds? Oy!"
"Come with me. No need to hide. The Atlanteans will
just think you're a traveler from another part of the earth or another world. The Most
High told me to prepare you a special treat."
Jeremiah followed Salamas out from behind the great stone
blocks. The Atlanteans glanced at them briefly and continued with their work. Salamas led
him to an enclosure with a long table filled with food. "Help yourself," Salamas
said motioning toward the food filled table.
Jeremiah needed no urging. He began cramming food into his
mouth as fast as he could. He stuffed some into his pockets for later as well. Suddenly he
felt guilty. "Would it be possible to take some of this back with me? there are many
hungry people where I come from"
Salamas shook his head. "I'm afraid that is
impossible. Nothing can go from this time to yours. You can take back with you only those
things which you brought here."
Several Atlanteans came into the enclosure. They
pushed and jostled each other as they helped themselves to the food on the table.
An argument broke out between two of them, which soon led
to a violent fight. Food and other objects were thrown, and others became involved.
Several other Atlanteans motioned the fighters to go outside.
Salamas led Jeremiah to a safe corner and they watched as
more fights broke out. One Atlantean brought out a weapon and aimed it at another. A
brilliant red light shot out and split one Atlantean in two from the top of the head
through his torso, tumbling the sections of his body in opposite directions.
Salamas led Jeremiah back to the pile of blocks to watch
from a safer distance. Red flashes making a strange swishing sound, came from the
enclosure they had left. The Atlanteans who had been outside, rushed in and joined the
battle. Finally silence fell.
Some Atlanteans with large baskets entered the enclosure.
When they finally reappeared, the baskets were full. They carried the baskets making no
effort to float them as they had the blocks. Blood and other fluids dripped on the ground
as the Atlanteans carried the baskets to a large trench some distance away. Flying
creatures that served the purpose of vultures circled above. The Atlanteans tipped the
baskets, dumping the contents into the ditch. Jeremiah watched in horror as body parts
tumbled out. This scene was very familiar, but worse in a way than Auschwitz. These people
had so little regard for life they thought nothing of slaughtering one another.
"Lucifer approves of this?" Jeremiah turned to
Salamas.
"He knows the strongest will survive and those are the
ones he wants."
"But such a waste of men."
"He has this planet and others full of people to
choose from. It doesn't matter to him. Every day, vehicles full of replacements come to
finish the work on the time marker. Those in command of the project are the only ones who
know the purpose for the marker. The rest of them do it for pay. It pays very well
compared to other work. The government deceives the people. What good is high pay to a
dead man? The government has its own agenda. People are expendable. These people think
they are earning for themselves a place on ships to escape the destruction to come. When
they find out differently it will be too late."
"The people are not smart enough to see these
things?"
Salamas face was sad. "They believe only what they
want to believe. Over the millennia all their joys and rights have been taken from them,
but it has happened so gradually they haven't noticed it. They worship Lucifer now and
their minds are dark."
"Nothing can be done?"
"It has been going on for over half a million years.
Believers in the Most High held out for a long time, but it came to the point where no one
would listen to the. Many were ridiculed and persecuted. Those in public office and the
communications media saw to that. And it was all in the name of keeping the people
informed. Many of God's people were tortured and killed. Some were killed by their own
family members. In one instance millions were hideously murdered in the short space of two
years."
"Even in this time you had Nazis killing God's
people!"
"Nazis?"
"Millions of my people were killed by a monster named
Hitler and his Nazis! Nothing changes!" Jeremiah sighed. "Are there any of God's
people left?"
"There is one. He is very old and has been protected
by our highest ranking faithful angel, Michael. He will write the history of his people
and the fate of the planet from a room beneath the statue. No-one will know he is hiding
there. Michael has seen to that. The man is writing in a new language God, through
Michael, has taught him. It is called Hebrew."
"My head is whirling at so many revelations. Hebrew is
the language of my people!
"There is something that has always puzzled me.
Perhaps you know of this."
Salamas looked thoughtful. "If the Most High permits I
will speak."
"In the Hebrew texts it tells of the reasons God
turned against Lucifer, but I never understood why Lucifer turned against God in the first
place. God had given him so much."
"He was the angel closest to God, even closer than
Michael and Gabriel. God confided things to him he confided to no other except for His own
Son. He spoke of a new creation he had plans for. This new creation would be just like God
Himself, created in His image. These people would be family, not just a created being as
are all angels and other beings. This puts them above all the rest of us. They are to be
as sons and daughters; family.
He intended for Lucifer to help Him train them and rejoice
with Him, but Lucifer became enraged and full of jealou8sy, because these being would even
be above him, a thought he could not stand. Since then he has spent millennia of time
raising an army to take over God's throne."
"God should have destroyed him?"
"God is full of love and mercy. He has given Lucifer
and his followers millennia of time to repent and change their ways. He does not force His
will on anyone.It must be by individual choice. That is the way God is."
"God is merciful even to Lucifer. The people of God
here died as mine have. Those who kept the faith are with Him now.
"Does Lucifer know his fate?"
"The Most High warned Him when he chose this path. A
place called Hell has been created for Lucifer and his followers if he continues his
rebellion. God has had given him a time limit to make his choice. Only the Most High and
Lucifer know what that is, but I am guessing it has something to do with the coming
destruction."
"Why am I here to see and hear this?"
"You must discover that for yourself; you and the
others."
"Others?" Who are these others?"
"You will meet them soon. Together you will discover
your true purpose here. We will go now to what the Most High will show you next."
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