For centuries men have been looking for signs of the one known Biblically as 666, the Antichrist, the one called The Son of Perdition. There is such a man that lives today, the most amazing man on earth. He is the one that I believe is Appointed Evil and will soon rule the world.
Out of the dust and heat of the Middle East appears such a man, a prince that claims to be God. He is in fact the son of Satan, The Antichrist!
The lines between fact and fiction, time and space, past and present are only vague images moving slowly with our changing beliefs. It is rare that a person ever has a chance to know about secrets of the universe and learn about deeply hidden wisdom; even then it is only a glimpse, viewed in dreams, visions or meditation.
Whatever you choose to believe, the following is a revelation of power on the grandest scale with secrets unlocked and shared for the very first time. It is my truth and your reality for I have seen the Prince of Darkness with my own eyes and have witnessed his power firsthand.
Father Roberto Maria Cuccia Montini
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Appointed Evil, is a fictional suspense thriller based on prophetic fundamental principles and delves into the realm of the supernatural.
For decades biblical prophecies pertaining to the one known in scriptures as “The Son of Perdition,” (The Antichrist) has been a topic of continual speculation, however, the time to know about truths hidden for centuries concerning the most powerful man on earth has been revealed.
An account of his infinite power is eye witnessed by a team of twenty clergymen sent to Syria to validate his claim to be God on Earth.
The book is a mixture of gospel truths and demonstrations of power that go far beyond the apex of normal occurrences, broaching topics that few scholars write about and hidden secrets that are rarely discovered outside the realm of followers of the dark side.
The fall of 1968 in London seemed unusually cold and damp even for that normally dreary gray city. It may have been that my warm Sicilian blood made it hard to adapt or it may have been due to the chilling reason why I was there.
We all met again in the basement of St. John’s Church. We had made a trip to Syria to see a man who claimed to be God. He called himself the Prince. After our first and for some the last meeting with him we were astonished at the individual facts set before us. This was the first time we were able to bring our findings together and discuss them openly since our return from visiting this man. We had much to share about our similar experiences. What we had witnessed was seen through different eyes. Nevertheless, we met to make one common decision.
My old friends, Bishop Pickwick and Bishop Saintsbury, greeted me warmly and introduced me to a young acolyte, George Lucans, before shooing him away. Although he was a street orphan, they said he held wonderful promise and someday would prove to be of great importance to the church. It both amused and disturbed me when I noticed him listening in on our discussions from behind a door. But at the time, it only seemed like youthful curiosity.
Although I was Italian and the Bishops were English, we shared the same deep faith. We had spent many hours debating and discussing the changes in the church and about how it had evolved over the centuries. Through all the changes, we universally agreed on the common bond of faith in Christ and the struggle of good against evil.
There were twenty-one of us that had witnessed the power of the Prince first-hand. Although “priest” may not be a completely accurate term even though we were all men of the faith, most being Catholic. Others were Anglican, High Episcopal or Greek Orthodox. We knew each another with one exception, an American of an uncertain denomination.
None of us were sure why we had been called to this particular mission only that word had come to us from a respected superior. Now that we gathered again in London I was reminded of an earlier observation. Of the twenty European clergy, there was equal representation from ten countries: England, France, Germany, Italy, Holland, Belgium, Denmark, Ireland, Luxembourg and Greece. None of us were from the same city and often we represented a political polarity within our countries. Belgium, for example, had both a Flemish and French priest.
The countries represented were the principal nations making up the European Community, better known as the Common Market of Nations. We understood this to be the supposed revived kingdom of the old Roman Empire that prophetically will become the seat of power of the Antichrist.
No one in the group could be ignorant of that fact or that we had also been chosen because of our scholarly background and knowledge of scriptures. Although we each had a chosen specialty, the collective understanding of biblical history, commentaries and prophecy could be compared to none.
For me, although considered young by learnedly standards, I was respected for my virtual photographic memory, historical education and familiarity with prophetic manuscripts. Recognized as a thorough researcher and historian by my peers, I was assigned to record all events and impressions while on the trip.
The information contained in this book is a detailed record compiled from our combined observations. Herein is described not only what the Prince claimed but a written report of the incredible sights we witnessed with our own eyes. Perhaps it was fortuitous that I was selected for this task. Otherwise the document might not have existed.
Gathered in the basement of St. John’s of London on that dreary November morning in 1968, we were still reeling from the shock and awe of the experiences as we recalled the visit with the Prince.
Bishop Saintsbury called the gathering to prayer before deliberations. It was to give each of us strength and wisdom in what we were about to recount.
Prayer takes on different postures. Some kneel with bowed heads and backs bent with hands clasped while others look skyward with eyes closed. My parish priest, Papa Luccio, always admonished me for looking around when others were in prayer. I sometimes wondered how he knew I was looking around if he were in prayer. My Father Superior at the seminary in Catania was also admonishing but with more understanding. If curiosity is a sin, then I shall be judged accordingly.
Having prayed for my soul and the souls in my parish, I opened my senses to the musty smell of old stone mingled with the familiar odor of candle smoke and melting wax.
While praying, I took notice of the American as he stood at ease with hands behind his back and eyes open in quiet contemplation. He was a handsome man, tall certainly by European standards, well over six feet. His facial features were sharp though not angular. Soft dark brown hair set off his face with classic sculptured curls. His eyes were dark brown framed by long full lashes, both top and bottom. He appeared slight of build, trim and lean but with the confidence of one who has a superior strength and complete understanding of purpose.
Although discreet in my observation, he apparently noticed and leaned his head slightly in my direction without breaking concentration. I recalled that he had spoken very little during the time we spent in Syria.
We had talked about him to one another many times during the journey and someone said that he was not of the Catholic faith. His expression always remained calm and he appeared in control during all the time we were visiting the Prince. Our curiosity while at the palace was never quenched concerning him. We knew nothing about his background other than he was from the western part of the United States.
We were given the impression that he was with us merely as an observer but it was an impression that would change.