Note: This is the third part to a fictitious series based off of the threats the world faces from a looming “Great Reset.” Read part I and II here.
My field of vision was engulfed by bright light, I could feel my body being elevated at rapid speed. My ascent slowed down, bringing my sight into focus as this strange ride reached its apex. The white fog that brought me to this destination cleared, revealing the earth as a large blue globe in front me. I could see movement on the surface, but it was not distinct, only a mess of people and all manner of vehicle moving about between destinations as they crossed the air and navigated the oceans. In the distance, a large spacecraft moved over the globe in my view. The massive vessel cast a shadow over the globe. Even though I was not able to make out any discourse on the surface of the planet, the terror brought about by this gigantic intruder became palpable. Beneath muffled sounds, some voices embraced a clarity the others could not at such a distance. Exasperation carried questions under its flimsy vail. Whisperings of concern and disbelief found equal measure in the mass of voices hushed under the weight of expectancy that had the inhabitants of the planet transfixed on this massive craft. Although I could not hear their words distinctly from such a distance, the bulk of their utterings were clear. The tones of their voices betrayed one of two broad reactions: fear and uncertainty. I remember the day that ship arrived. It brought the promise of peace and knowledge, clarity, and purpose. Initially, the occupants of this craft delivered on their promises to the world of men, but that promise would ultimately turn to dust over the coming years. I hung in the air, gazing at this scene from a new vantage point. “What was the point of this vision?” I heard my own questioning mind pondering this unusual situation.
Elongated vessels, phallically shaped, appeared from the belly of the ship before they made their way down to earth. These vessels carried cosmic diplomats to their respective missions and countries. All the news outlets covering the event broke the story with the same tone and headlines. If I didn’t know any better, I might have thought that every outlet received the same script. They ranged from the obvious “We Are Not Alone” to more curious takes like “Evolution Finally Introduces Humanity to the Higher Self” and more out of place tones in the vein of “What Our Religions Had Wrong.” All around the globe, people frantically scrolled their hand-held devices to ascertain the nature of the visitation. Social media was set alight with boasting preppers and doomsayers slapping their chests in posts to glorify their omniscience. All of them equally proud of their former warnings. All of them equally mistaken.
Approximately three years before the appointment of the global tzar, rumblings crossing the airwaves pushed a new consensus from a generation that labelled itself as the transcendent generation, the chosen ones and witnesses to a new paradigm, the ones who finally had the answer to the purpose of humanity. Great excitement filled the atmosphere as the promise of historical clarity came to the doorstep of humanity. When the Nuhatrahdem arrived, we knew our most pressing issues stood at the precipice of resolution. Humanity suddenly found itself in a time where the need for a global ruler reached its climax. Out of the shadows stepped a charismatic young leader, one chosen by our visitors to speak for all of humanity. Back then, Rihaar worked to unite the nations. It wouldn’t be long before his mask came off and every living person faced the decision to walk under Rihaar or suffer the consequences.
While suspended above the earth, something about the massive ship took hold of my attention. Above the ship I could see a cloud of red light. Even though the appearance of an alien vessel was more than a little strange, the light drifting above the ship was even stranger. The red cloud produced a sound that recently became familiar to me. I heard that very same sound when the weapons of the angels outside Petra brushed by me. The deep drumming vibration produced by the weapons of the angels was present above the ship as well. The sound was menacing, it had a life of its own. The sounds were not similar, they were the same. While suspended in this vision, I realized that both emanated from the same source and the source came for us, not to us.
The vision dimmed, and the light gave way to darkness once more. I could feel my body being carried again, pulled backward, although it was hard to gauge direction and speed in this state. Light pierced the dark then gave way to a new scene. While my gaze was fixed intently, the scene brought a room into view. This was no ordinary room. Immaculate dressing draped the room in fine veneer, garnished with gold that stretched into every corner of the room. Dark Mahogany added depth to the furniture and some of the fittings in this massive space. Were it not for the boardroom table in the middle, I would have mistaken this location for some exotic theatre in the cultured West. Pillars adorned with period artwork and chiseled figures depicting a story of their own lined the inside of the room. Sublime brickwork with interwoven white gold lacing parted the pillars and gave a sturdiness to its locale. Around the large cherry wood table stood a set of ten chairs. Diamond encrusted frames held the dark leather seats below the platinum armrests on each chair. This was not the kind of boardroom you would expect to find in even the wealthiest of corporate estates. It was something more. It was the council chambers of a king. While I marveled at the pure opulence on display, nine men entered the room. At the head of the table was a man already seated.
Upon entry, the men bowed in the direction of the man at the table as he sat with his head down, embroiled in some kind of monologue. Every man offered a greeting as they bowed. Between the nine of them, only one spoke English. They took their seats when the brief silence was interrupted by their superior and I was surprised to see a familiar face when Rihaar finally lifted his head. It felt strange to be here in this room while still aware that my body was thousands of miles away in a cave. The power holding my mind in this place, affording me the opportunity to witness this meeting, gave me the feeling of being submerged in water, gazing outward at a world oblivious to my presence. I couldn’t help but feel like some aquatic feature in such a setting. One small fish behind the glass as the people in the room went about their business.
Every new entrant offered a report to Rihaar. I did not understand any of the dialogue, but Rihaar offered his response in the same tongue it was offered. The first report offered sounded like Russian, though I was not sure. As the conversation progressed, the sound changed in my hearing. Initially, I heard the conversation clearly even if the language was alien to my understanding. Then the sound was muffled, almost entirely drowned out until it was raised back to crystal clarity. This short lack of clarity was replaced by a new clarity of a whole new kind. Like terrestrial radio in search of a station, the sounds emitted by the speaker grew from unintelligible to a fine and unencumbered tone. The strange noises produced by an unknown language were replaced by sounds familiar to me. Somehow, I was made to understand what they were saying. My neural pathways were reworked in service of my witness.
The first subordinate broke with mundane logistics when Rihaar had all his attention on this acolyte. “The reports from Jordan appear to have some validity. Even though we have not been able to breach Petra, our intelligence confirms that armaments are making their way inside the mountain” a burly man said while flinching slightly. “Armaments? How can armaments possibly be flowing to Petra? I have provided all the manpower required to head off any consignments and you are telling me that armaments are making their way to Petra?” Rihaar barely raised his voice, still the inquiry was menacing and evoked some discomfort from everyone in attendance. The slightly obese acolyte avoided eye contact with Rihaar and continued in a slightly less secure tone. “The carriers are not human, my lord.” The atmosphere grew more tense with every new exchange. “The burning ones are aiding the humans. Until now, there has been little interference from behind the veil and we had no reason to suspect that any cargo held more than food or other essentials brought to the cowards hiding behind that wall. They have nowhere to go. We are ready to dispatch anyone who would attempt to flee the mountain.” Rihaar frowned, his face contorting into a pensive stare, but he remained silent.
Another acolyte interrupted the report. He was tall and frail, sporting a plain black suit. His voice transformed his appearance when he started to speak with a rough tone to his voice. “We have them cordoned off. Even if they were able to amass enough weaponry for a thousand battalions, they don’t have enough men to wield all the weapons. They are isolated and they are few. There is no need for concern, no matter what the shipments bring them.” Rihaar narrowed his gaze before testing this assessment. “Are you so quick to forget, general? They were few when your forces surrounded them in Qudesh. They were barely armed when your men surrounded them in Qudesh. They were ready to be picked off when your men surrounded them in Qudesh.” Rihaar’s tone building up to a violent crescendo while the other occupants of the room sank back into their seats. “They were outnumbered five thousand to one when your men came for them in Qudesh. Do you remember the headlines following that day when you had the situation so well in hand?” Rihaar winded himself up even more before exploding at the general in the chamber. “Let me remind you, shall I? Your men were slaughtered in less than an hour…. In Qudesh! You come to me with assumptions after thousands of your men were eviscerated in less than an hour by a few hundred Hebrew scum! The general interrupted the tirade, dread painted all over his face now. “We didn’t know the power of their aids, my lord. How could we possibly have known what was imparted to the rabble? There was no way to know.” Rihaar turned his back on the thin man and entered another whispering monologue as though he was answering questions emanating from his own mind. The other acolytes became visibly nervous, they knew what to expect.
If this was anyone else but Rihaar, I would have thought I was merely witnessing a schizophrenic fighting his inner demons. Somehow, I knew Rihaar was not in a hushed conversation with himself. Although I couldn’t make out the words, I was sure there was another party to that conversation, an invisible entity contributing to this strange interaction. The room was eerily silent, everyone but the thin man and Rihaar now standing as one considered the other, looking for a clue to calculate the coming course of events. Then Rihaar turned his back on his general. He held his hand a few inches away from his eyes, then slowly closed his hand into a fist. The thin acolyte let out a hellish scream. As if some invisible hand closed around his body, its force cracked the bones inside as he pleaded to be spared. Rihaar shut his fist rapidly, the silence giving way to loud cracks as every bone of his servant’s body broke visibly beneath the skin. Shards of bone pierced his skin, the agony of his torment imprinting vivid memories in the minds of all the witnesses in attendance. Rihaar squeezed his fist tightly, breaking every bone that remained intact until that moment. When he opened his hand, the thin man dropped to the floor like a rag as the remaining acolytes sat horrified, too afraid to make a sound. Rihaar turned around and stepped over the limp body on the floor. He looked around the room before speaking the last words I would hear from him for a while. “No more assumptions.”
The scenes of the boardroom traded places with a dark fog once more. Every attempt I made to connect the dots failing miserably. Before the darkness faded out again, I heard the voice of my supernatural guide. “Pay attention. Everything wil be made clear soon. You need to know if you are to play a part.” When he went silent, another vision emerged from gloomy darkness.
In my line of sight, a valley appeared. In the distance, I could make out a small force gathered against something this world has never seen before. Millions upon millions of soldiers were gathered against the small force, their annihilation seemed sure. Between hordes of troops and all kinds of arms, the Nuhatrahdem also gathered in alliance with this massive army. The new gods who promised bliss and prosperity then ushered in a time of slavery unlike any other before. The sky was dark, foreboding, biting and cold. The same red gloom above the craft I spotted earlier was present here, in this field where the only sure outcome was the slaughtering of one group between the two, a palpable hatred filled the hearts of men and gods alike.
Since Rihaar broke the covenant, he set in place between Israel and the nations, his attacks against the Hebrews increased to the point where victory was not the objective, vile execution replaced the need to simply win a war. Extermination was the goal now. This Trojan horse sat silent for three and a half years, before unleashing hell from its belly. Israel was lulled into a false sense of security. Before Rihaar defiled their temple, he was counted among the great heroes of the chosen people.
Large volleys of missiles flew across the battlefield, fixed on eviscerating the last of the Jewish remnant and the few gentiles in their midst. The clouds above the tiny troop absorbed every missile within a few miles of the remnant. Thousands of missiles did nothing more than light up the skies, only to dissipate as their energy was expended or absorbed. It was as though nature stood up in defense of Israel now. With the illumination of the skies, the sheer number of enemy combatants became more visible. Hundreds of millions were gathered against the small remnant. The angel spoke to me while this magnificent sight unfolded before me. “If they do not ask for Yeshua, He will not come.” What that meant would only become clear to me during my stay in Petra. The angel said I had a part to play here. “How could I have any meaningful contribution to the apocalyptic visage made known to me through supernatural means?” My eyes were still fixed upon the remnant when they let out a mighty shout. Unlike the boardroom, I could not understand the words they were shouting. The moment they called out together, the sky behind them parted the darkness that previously flooded the valley. The light behind the remnant was blinding. The enemy combatants stood in awe as the sky was pierced by living light. I could see tanks changing target from the remnant to the illuminated sky. Every missile battery shifted in concert with the tanks. They knew what was coming. They knew it was coming for them. The vision was drowned by another coat of darkness and the guiding angel came back to my sight again. I returned to the place I left in spirit for a while and the angel had a parting instruction. “Find the scribes and deliver the vision you received.”