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Carmon Publishing
Category:
Religion
Publisher: Yvette Carmon Davis
ISBN-10: 197985307X
Type: Fiction
Pages: 397
Copyright: 01/2019
ISBN-13: 9781979853071
Price: $16.00 (eBook)
Who is the Beast? The story begins from the beginning.
Paul has returned. Satan renews his campaign against God and human beings, by scheming to arrange an End of human Time scenario of his own making. Paul believes that he is the authentic Antichrist and behaves like a man who wants to rule the world. Satan supports Paul's efforts with every demonic power at his command.
Excerpt
PEOPLE AND POLITICS
Proverbs 28:15 “As a roaring lion, and a ranging bear; so is a wicked ruler over the poor people.” Proverbs 29:26 “Many seek the ruler's favor, But justice for man comes from the Lord.” NKJV
“It’s just politics. Government. Not religion!” Boyd was impatient with Joy.
“Everything’s religion, Boyd. We can’t ignore the plain words of Scripture,” Joy responded.
“Where does it say in the Bible that there will be one world government? Tell me where those words are found.” Boyd reveled in the argument.
‘Here we go,’ thought George. While the debates were raging in the Congress of the Oligarchy and on the worldnet, debate was also raging in the home of Boyd Astruc. George’s wife, Joy, and his uncle, Boyd, were once again locked in combat about the connection between the world and Christianity. As always, the meaning of the words of the Bible were at issue.
“Those words are not there. But the historical backdrop for the Book of Daniel, 2 Thessalonians and Revelation, all read together…”
“That’s far and away too much interpretation! Some interpretation is necessary, granted, because it has been thousands of years since some of Scripture was written. But come on, fusing these accounts together, and then coming up with ideas like ‘one world government,’ and ‘one world currency.’” Boyd snorted derisively. He was nothing if not disrespectful.
“Listen to yourself! There IS one currency in the world. There has been for decades.” She had him there. When the Oligarchy came into existence, there were only three continents with sovereign nations left on the Earth. The Oligarchy’s currency became the world’s currency by default. The other nations had no choice but to trade in the overwhelmingly accepted medium of exchange.
“What you call ‘too much interpretation’ is merely recognition that the Bible is internally consistent, culturally relevant, and capable of being reconciled as truth no matter how far apart each writer penned his revelation or history.” They were both well-educated people. Joy had the advantage of also believing unconditionally in the Bible, and the God Who provided it.
Boyd was an anarchist of ideas. He not only broke all the rules of interpretation, he didn’t believe they should apply. “All that rabbi claptrap, and apologetics pretention just cloud the issues for the average person really looking for truth. Even Daniel had to interpret his own interpretation for the king to understand it!
“Then we have to translate THAT into something we can understand for a future that no one can tell how long it will take to come to pass.”
Joy made a face. His sentence seemed incomprehensible.
“You know what I mean! The farther down the corridor of time from the age in which Daniel gave the prophecy, the more difficult it becomes to understand and translate the symbols.”
George looked over at his Aunt Jane and whispered conspiratorially, “I’ll stop mine if you’ll stop yours.”
“Deal,” she said. She stood and yawned, and stretched, and raised her voice, “Boyd. Let’s go to bed. It’s getting late. George has to work tomorrow. The kids are asleep…”
Everybody laughed. Aside from the fact that there were no “kids,” they were all amused at her recitation of every good reason they should stop talking and relax. And that Boyd should shut up.
The debate raged because Paul was the driving force behind the approaching “one world government.” Joy did not want George to take part in the establishment of the act that would lead to apostasy, the emergence of the antichrist, and the end of Times.
“How can you take this position? I thought you believed with me that the dream is prophetic. That we have a mission.” They were alone, getting ready for bed.
“Yes. But it didn’t mean that you would also be an architect of the apostasy,” she said.
“Architect? Apostasy? Is that what you see happening? I’m just assisting Paul in a political crusade to get something done that will benefit the people of Earth in the short term. You admit there’s already one currency…”
“That actually makes some sense in a world so dependent on the transfer of goods and services for survival.”
“…so why is this apostasy? Paul is not being worshipped, or attempting to lead people away from the Truth.”
“I know,” Joy said reasonably, “But those horns are stirring up the Satan worshippers, who, themselves, see the connection and are influencing more people than ever to turn away from Christianity. They are encouraging people to abandon the worship of the God of the Bible altogether. That’s the apostasy I’m talking about. And you’re taking part!”
“No, I’m not. Neither Paul nor I are responsible for anything but putting together an idea for which the time has finally come.” George sat down on the bed beside her. “I realize how it might look. I’m not helping the world come to an end, instead, I’m just being a … a…”
“Midwife…”
“Yeah,” said George. His face lit up. “Yeah, like a midwife. I’m not actually bringing Time to an end. Neither is Paul. We’re just in charge now, at the time that God has arranged for the transition.”
THE EVIL ONE sat as patiently as he could in the Office of Paul Thomas, the ruler of most of the planet Earth. He was the so-called President of the Oligarchy of the Northern Hemisphere, which controlled most of the population—and the actual occupied area—of the planet. It was overrun with humans. ‘But their time has almost run out,’ thought the Evil One.
There was war. These humans actually fought and killed each other over how the world would be operated. Foolishness. His antichrist had a massive military establishment, armed with every weapon of mass destruction imaginable, capable of obliterating his every enemy. His antagonists were puny nations, without any resources that his government required. They were ripe for conquest.
The only thing that stood between the antichrist and his conquest of this world, was the man’s own brother! ‘And that wife.’ They prayed and conducted spiritual warfare that kept the Enemy from totally influencing his own, chief, evil, minion.
But the Enemy never gave up. “Paul,” the Enemy said mildly, “I see you have arranged another negotiation session.”
“Yes,” said Paul as he looked up from his tablet. “The fighting on the north coast of New South Wales, Australia, is destroying resources I’d like the Oligarchy to have access to when this is all over. George has intelligence that he thinks will end war on this front, while we negotiate.”
“Why not just obliterate them? You can rebuild.” The Angel of Abyss yawned with boredom at the conversation, and looked at his faux manicure.
“It’s expensive. And it makes enemies of the inhabitants. Then policing an angry populace is a waste of more resources. I like this way.”
“Your brother’s way.” Abaddon looked at Paul. “I thought you were in command.”
Paul was always amused at Satan’s attempts to disaffect him from George. After almost a century of this behavior, he couldn’t understand why he didn’t ever try something new and innovative. He chuckled as respectfully as he could. “George realizes that I’m in control. He makes suggestions. I accept them or reject them.” Paul looked back down at his tablet.
George entered the office. His entrance caused the Evil One’s exit. Paul looked up and acknowledged George’s presence. “I’m waiting on a report from one more team in Australia. We’re going to know their launch codes and the passwords, AND the 256-digit decryption code that opens their servers to complete hacking. It’s the next best thing to disarming them. I’ll be back before you sit down at the table.”
Paul looked up. “From where?”
“Australia. Pay attention.” George sat down at Paul’s work table and threw his tablet on it. He put his feet on a chair and placed his hands behind his head. George leaned back and stared at the ceiling. “How’d those pencils get up there?”
Paul looked at George and ignored his question about the pencils. “Why are YOU going to Australia?” He laid his on tablet on his desk.
“I’m in charge of the agency. This is a huge project with an important outcome. I want to be onsite to supervise it.”
“Joy will kill us both if something happens to you,” said Paul. George made a face. “You know what I mean. You don’t have to be there; you can supervise this operation from your security complex.” Paul put down a sense of foreboding. He shook it off, as an almost disloyal lack of confidence in George.
“I’ll be fine. When did you stop believing in my one-track mind, strength and stamina, bro?” George laughed. He jumped up. “I’m leaving this afternoon. I’ll contact you before you sit down at the table. G’day mate!”
George briefed Grey one more time. Grey was George’s second in command. Older, more experienced than George and steady as a rock under pressure. “Remember, he’s going to put pressure on you. But under the circumstances, you’ll have the power. Exercise it. Do just what I said, and I’ll see you in three days.”
George took the government’s Air Force 2. It whisked him away on a sub-orbital trajectory, and made Australia in less than 12 hours, non-stop. He flew into New South Wales under a cease-fire agreement, while Paul put the final touches on negotiations. He would not land at any of their military installations. Instead, he landed at Sydney’s main commercial airstrip, still known as Kingsford Smith.
He was met by a military and security entourage. They were there as much to watch him and keep him under their control, as to protect him from any mischief. They thought he was there as Paul’s strong man, to keep them in check while negotiations took place. It was the farthest thing from his mind. He let his intelligence staff play the parts. He found what he was looking for without leaving his hotel suite.
It was just as his staff had informed him from the UK.: a person had to be on-site to use the decryption code. It was a safety precaution, but one he would never use. It was like a red flag to a bull in the intelligence community. It was an invitation to breaking and entering.
George did not RSVP. But he intended to break in.
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