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, II, and III here.
After the high strangeness offered up by the last couple of hours, I was ready for a bit of a rest to ponder what I have just witnessed. The angel that took me on such a strange tour, vanished before me. He did not offer a parting message or even another word, other than the instructions to go to the scribes. Like a bulb cut from its source of power, his presence was replaced by a lack of light in the space he previously occupied. “Well, that’s kind of rude.” I thought to myself before plotting my next course of action. Upon entry to the mountain, things happened so rapidly that I hardly had time to process anything before the angel took me on an abrupt and uneasy journey. As I looked through the enormous cavern, people were moving about, and everyone was chatting cheerfully. Rooms moved deeper into the mountain. Every room a point of entry and exit to and from other areas in the mountain. There were no clearly visible sources of light, yet the inside of the mountain was still well lit. The walls covered in ancient text below marbled ceilings offered another sight that would become common to me in the coming days. All of the text were floating symbols, suspended in the air and covered in fire. The symbols floated in the same way the wall of fire did outside the entrance. They drifted up and down slowly, turning from light yellow to deep red flames in their invisible framing. While considering this strange phenomenon, a thought intruded on my mind. “The word is the source, light and the way.” I frowned while searching my mind for a reason something so out of place for my thinking would plant itself surely as a thought of my own. “Strange.” I mumbled under my breath. “You think this is strange, do you?” To my left stood a man of average length, dusty red hair topped a freckled face covered in amusement. “Isn’t all this strange to you? I mean, given the fact that we are standing inside of a mountain, looking at floating symbols and all?” He considered me for a moment, then answered with a thick Hebrew accent. “I’m Levi. You can call me Levi for short” my new ginger friend introduced himself while chuckling at his own quip. “I’m Eli” I said while extending my hand in greeting. “Well Eli” my new red friend paused for a second, “the angel gave you an instruction after you entered, right?” I almost forgot about the instruction given to me moments earlier. “He told me I need to see the scribes.” Levi turned, considered the options for a few different rooms granted him, then said “This way.” So, we set off, with him at the lead.
We stepped through a door on the left. The last scene giving way to a long corridor with dozens of doorways on every side. The corridor was large, filled with people moving through different doorways on both sides. Levi motioned me to follow, and I granted his request. Along the corridor people were talking, huddled in groups, while others had an angel standing next to them. As with my entry to the new strangeness, the angels had others also suspended in some kind of vision. They had their hands on the shoulders of people whose heads were covered in mist. The mist did not extend below their shoulders. Instead, their heads were fitted with small clouds while they were suspended in visions of their own. “They are being prepared to receive their missions and stations” Levi said with a certainty familiar to this situation. After walking a couple of minutes between different rooms and hallways, I suddenly froze when a novel view greeted me. One of the angels was standing with his head above a gold basin filled with water, his head immersed in streams as he held on to the basin with both hands. The water moved upward from the basin to the ceiling, like an upside-down waterfall. Levi spotted my curious stare. “Those are prayers” he said without flinching. My frown turned from the angel to him. “Prayers?” was the only part I could offer in this exchange. “Yes. The water running upward isn’t water at all. Those are prayers. The angels are listening to pleadings made to God. He provided these basins so the angels can access the prayers and assist whoever might be asking for help.” Levi sounded bored while explaining, as if he explained this hundreds of times before. The angel turned his head slowly. He dropped his ear toward the basin so he could gain greater clarity. This angel was different than the one who carried me through my visions. His face was not human like the other. He had the head of a lion, complete with a mane, snout, and sharp teeth. When he turned his head back to the basin, he let out a growl before disappearing into thin air. I turned to Levi, not sure of what to ask, I offered “soooo, they are not all supermodels covered in light?” My clever jokes always disappeared when confronted with something unusual. Actually, my clever jokes always disappeared whenever I had need of them. Levi shook his head before asking if I ever read the Bible before. “I came close to reading the Bible, but then I hit the lists of generations in Genesis, and it got a bit much when I reached 50 names. I never understood why God would want us to know the names of people whose only mention in the Bible, was their name among hundreds of others.” Levi looked surprised. “How did you make it through the entrance when you know nothing about the Bible?” I didn’t know that the only people who would be submitted to Petra were all students of scripture. “Is that a prerequisite to entry?” I enquired from my new guide. “No, the prerequisite is that the only people who enter are not in league with Rihaar and the new order. The only people I encountered that stood against Rihaar had some familiarity with the Bible. They knew who he was when he entered the temple and fled here when that happened.” Another prompt response from my recently acquired ginger friend. “Everyone who ever tried to enter Petra, while carrying the mark, were burned to death by the vail at the entry.” Some neurons started sparking inside my tiny little head, but they were still dusty and unused after many decades of thirty second videos on social media. The spark was there, but it was not ready for use just yet.
We continued to move along a new corridor. There were men standing along the pathway, curiously gazing at the signs and sigils floating in the air. They whispered while scribbling notes, looking to and from the papers held in their hands. Before I could ask Levi, he explained “they are considering the prophecies and taking down their findings. The book of Daniel mentioned prophecies that will only be made known in the end times. Well, my friend, these are the times and those are the prophecies.” Finally, we reached a large doorway. Unlike the others, this doorway was shut. It’s face emblazoned with a couple of burning symbols. “Wait here” Levi motioned me to stop before adding “I will ask the scribes if they are ready for you.” He knocked three times and the door opened, clearing the way for him to enter. Questions filled my mind, and I had no idea what to expect. “Why would they want to see me? Why did the angel send me here? I know almost nothing about the Bible and scribes want to see me? Maybe they have the wrong person.” I sat down, closing my eyes for a second. This was a long day.
“Eli! Eli wake up!” Levi’s voice entered my consciousness as my mind was dragged from blissful slumber to the doorway of the scribes. “I had the strangest dream.” I mentioned as I shrugged off the last bit of sleepiness. “Not now. The scribes want to see you. Take off your shoes before you enter.” Levi sounded a tad impatient. I tried to lighten his mood a little. “Eli and Levi. Quite the pair, aye? Names rhyming and all.” Levi squinted. My little joke didn’t land well… again. “Get in there. They are busy and you are wasting time.” I removed my shoes, as instructed, then entered the room. Inside, the room was well lit by numerous symbols suspended from the roof. I was not familiar with the prescribed decorum, so I shuffled in then waited for one of the scribes to speak. The seven scribes looked very similar. All of them sporting long white beards and dusty robes. “What is your name, boy?” The scribe closest to the door had a serious demeanor when he commenced with the inquiry. I felt a little intimidated but gave my cooperation when prompted. “My name is Eli, sir.” Better keep it to the point, I thought to myself. The scribes looked at one another before one of the other scribes asked, “do you know why you are here?” I considered the question for a few seconds. Not wanting to sound like a smart ass, I answered “it’s the only place I knew might offer refuge sir.” The scribe who asked the second question broke the ice a bit by adding “My name is Eliezer, not sir.” “My sincerest apologies Eliezer sir” poured from my, now thoroughly nervous lips. All the scribes had a good chuckle, which lightened the mood. Eliezer introduced the rest of his kin, sensing my apprehensive demeanor. Pointing to the scribe next to him while working his way from left to right he said“ This is Azeria. Next to him is Jonah, Elisha, Benjamin and Obadiah. Please have a seat, Eli. Tell us what the angel made known to you.” I followed the instruction, took my seat, and started to relay my vision. The scribes took notes as I told them everything that I witnessed a few hours ago.
“I saw the ship of the Nuhatradem arriving. Above the ship, I could see a red glow. There was something more to that ominous color.” Elisha interrupted when I mentioned the glow. This would be a common feature to this meeting. “What do you mean by ominous? Please be as exact as possible.” Elisha readied his pen and paper before I elaborated. “Well, there was something more to just the color. It felt as though it had a life of its own. More that just color, I felt a presence to the color, and it carried a strange sound, a living sound” I continued. Elisha was not surprised by this description. He knew what I was about to say next and proceeded to fill in the gap. “That sound had some kind of energy? Energy you have come to know recently, did it not?” Somehow, I was not surprised that the scribe knew more about this eerie color. I continued “Yes, it was more than sound. It felt like that sound was able to adjust reality somehow. The weapons of the angels guarding the entrance to the mountain had the same quality. This might sound strange, but I could feel their weapons change shape from swords to flagellum. There was a disruption of reality, something out of place. I don’t know how to describe it exactly as I experienced it.” Obadiah lifted his head before offering answers where I had none before. “The Nuhatradem are not what they claim themselves to be. They are part of the fallen realm, sent to gather the nations against God and His people. The weapons they carry are not made of matter, molecules, or any other description we would give them. The ship was an illusion, a lie to deceive a godless world. The strange color above the ship was the only real aspect of that ship.” My mind was racing a bit now. I interrupted briefly, asking “but the people only saw the ship, not the color above the ship. How could the color be the only substance to the craft?” Obadiah looked at me for a second then offered up the explanation. “Yaweh allowed the people to see what they wanted to see and the Nuhatradem projected what they expected. The real power and substance was the light, not the craft. Fallen angels have the power to project any kind of falsehood they wish. They are under the power of the father of lies. When the people of earth finally rejected Yaweh, He allowed them to see what their deceptive hearts desire.” I was a little confused. How could fallen angels show people the wicked desires of their hearts and everyone saw the same craft? Given the last couple of days, nothing was out of bounds anymore. I constructed the next question in my mind, hoping to gain some insight into the workings of these fallen angels. While dropping my gaze, I asked Obadiah “how is it possible that they all saw the same craft if everyone has different notions?” Obadiah politely addressed my question. “The angels have the ability to combine all the expectations of the people, then render something fitting from the commonalities of their expectations. Since the news broke that we are not alone in the universe, the angels examined the expectations of all the people. They presented a collage. Some amalgamation of the visions reflected in the hearts of the people.” In this crazy world, that explanation made sense. Something else eluded my grasp. “What about the Nuhatradem? They all took on the same shapes. Why do they not appear different to every individual?” The scribes answered in tandem. They shared the same knowledge, so it was not surprising to me. Benjamin explained “the people of earth expected an alien race after being prepared for the lie by servants of the fallen ones. After meeting that expectation with their craft, their appearance as beings was not as important. The minds of the people were already prepared. They were waiting for a craft, and a craft is what was given to them. False though it may be.”
Once I finished relaying the first vision, it was on to the next. My account was detailed. I wanted to make sure that I held nothing from the scribes. Before I continued, I just had to know “who this Yaweh is you keep mentioning?” Elisha smiled then answered “Yaweh is the God of Israel. The living God. The only God. We can’t pronounce His real name, so we stick to the name He gave that we are able to pronounce. We are not fighting alien beings Eli, we are fighting the cloaked enemies of Yaweh.” I have never heard this name before. I asked, rather sheepishly “What about Jesus? Isn’t He the living God?” The scribes looked insulted when I asked about Jesus. With one voice they answered “Jesus is not God. He is a story made up by gentiles who don’t want to worship Yaweh. Don’t speak his name here.” I could sense the animosity in their voices when they made this known to me. Somewhat surprised by their reaction, I told them what the angel told me during my vision. “The angel said if they don’t ask for Yeshua, He will not come.” All of the scribes shouted in one voice, their friendly inquiry turning a bit sour now. Levi jumped in to rescue the situation. “Eli is a gentile. He is not familiar with our ways. He will not mention Yeshua again.” I took that instruction to heart and continued with the rest of the vision. “The angel took me to a room where I saw Rihaar in consultation with nine others.” Jonah stopped me in my tracks. “Are you sure there were nine?” I stretched my memory before confirming “yes there were nine of them.” Jonah looked around the room, the scribes were somewhat perplexed by this new information. Johan continued the questioning “there are supposed to be ten, besides Rihaar.” I reached further into my mind, but the vision was clear “there were nine plus Rihaar.” The scribes spoke Hebrew, so it fell to Levi to fill me in. “They are pondering whether Rihaar already consolidated his power. According to scripture, the beast would have a coalition of ten kings. He would usurp three of them and utilize the newly acquired power to subdue the remaining seven. If there were only nine in your vision, he already subdued one.” I had no knowledge of prophecy and all I could do now is to absorb as much information as possible. Apparently, I did have a role to play here.
Jonah was the last scribe to enquire of me. “What were they talking about?” he asked. I didn’t have much to offer, but I told him what happened, nonetheless. “Rihaar was questioning them about shipments to Petra. One of his acolytes gave a brief description of the logistics before one of the others tried to temper Rihaar’s seething rage. Rihaar exploded with rage, reminding his acolyte of something that happened in Qudesh. Rihaar was whipping himself into a frenzy before he finally killed the acolyte.” Johah waited a few second before asking “what happened after Rihaar killed him? Did anyone else enter the room? Did he replace the acolyte or say anything after the murder?” That part of the vision remained crystal clear in my mind when I answered “Rihaar just stood whispering to himself after the acolyte dropped dead. All he said was ‘no more assumptions’ before I left the scene. No one else entered that room.” Jonah looked me in the eyes, staring intently. “Did you see anything after that?” Eager to divulge everything I had seen, I started with “the angel showed me a battlefield. There was a small battalion gathered against a mighty army. Hundreds of millions were gathered against a small group. Somehow, I knew this group consisted of Jews and gentiles.” I wanted to tell him that this was the scene where the angel told me they must cry out to Yeshua. Given their reaction a bit earlier, I kept that to myself. Jonah seemed familiar with this vision. He told me that I saw the army of satan gathered against the Jewish remnant. His face betrayed his full knowledge of this scene. He offered up nothing. Before parting, Jonah asked me one last question. “Did you recount your visions in the exact order they were given?” I looked over at Eli, then answered “yes, that is the exact order of events.” Jonah stroked his beard then spoke Hebrew among his peers again. Before I could ask, Levi explained “they are saying that Rihaar did not consolidate his power yet.” I squinted and Levi intercepted my question once again. “They know by the order of your vision that you were shown what is still to come.” Eliezer motioned Levi closer, giving him parting instructions. Levi told me that they believed my account and told him to show me the army of Petra. “Army of Petra” my mind was filled with all kinds of childish expectations. I turned my head away from the scribes, after greeting each one by name, then asked Levi “what are we waiting for?” As we left the room of the scribes, the door closed on its own. Any other day, and I would have started to rebuke the door in the name of Jesus. Something Jacob used to say “when you see something supernatural that scares you, scream ‘I rebuke you in the name of Jesus.’ Rebuke first. Ask questions later.” I nearly let out a sharp rebuke as the door closed by itself, but I thought better of it. The last couple of days taught me that Jacob wasn’t a loveable nutbar. I was the disbelieving nutbar all along. And so, we set off to see the army of Petra.