to kill him, he
miraculously survived. Finally they caught up with him and exiled him on a
lonely island off the coast of Italy.
While exiled upon the
island of Patmos, he finally found peace and solitude. With his bow slung over
his shoulder, it was there that he was able to muster a white aura of light
around him while holding out the two stones in each palm. As pure light
streamed from his eyes, his mind filled with many visions and prophecies about
both worlds. All of the visions were symbolic, and consisted of horsemen and
dragons. Very little did he comprehend, but he remembered the charge he had
received from his beloved friend to make a record of everything he saw and to
publish it for the world.
When he awoke from this
vision he found himself in a strange land. No longer was he on the barren
island, but was surrounded by a lush forest. At his feet was a well-tread
pathway. Overcome with emotion, he felt as though he had finally passed into
the afterlife where he would find his friends. As he explored his surroundings,
he ultimately rounded a corner to behold a vast and glorious city.
He entered the city
gates and saw that it was filled with many people dressed in strange clothing.
As he attempted to listen to their whisperings, he realized they were in a
foreign tongue. When he tried to ask for help in his native Hebrew, he was
looked upon with awe. Many dropped to their knees with their hands pressed
together in the universal symbol of prayer. He tried to stop them, feeling
their actions were sacrilegious.
Maybe I am in heaven after
all!
Ultimately he was led
to the center of the city where a glorious cathedral-like building stood out
majestically. He was led up the grand staircase, where several men and women
flanked in beautiful apparel bowed before him. At the top stood a man with a
white beard holding his arms open in a welcoming gesture. Though the man was
very handsome, he was the furthest thing from what he expected to be ‘God’.
What happened next completely threw him off guard.
“Welcome to Atlantis,”
the man cheered in his native Hebrew, “the Holy City of Enoch!”
Chapter Eighteen: New World
And
the Watchers mourned much for the loss of their wives, and didst curse God for
their sorrows; for their wives begat Nephilim, a race of large giants. But
behold, God was wroth that these Watchers had corrupted the daughters of Eve…
–
Methuselah 9:4 –
Lily woke up dizzy. As
she opened her eyes, she realized she was lying on her side. The room slowly
came into focus and she was vaguely aware that her arms were twisted behind her
back. When she tried to move them, she found that they were bound together at
the wrists. She attempted to roll over, but felt an uncomfortable tingling
sensation in her left arm.
An orange glow from the
setting sun was streaming into the enormous room, and Lily was appalled by the
elegant beauty of the ornate details. Even the rugs had delicate carvings that
had been shaved and the marble floor looked very expensive. The chandeliers
that hung from the ceiling were breathtaking, and the unique woodcarvings in
the pillars and the awnings were awe inspiring.
“Mfft!” she tried to
call for help, but the only sound that came out was muffled.
She became aware of the
distinct smell of duct tape, and could taste it in her mouth. Even more
alarming was the faint taste of dried blood on her lips.
Her mind was reeling.
The last thing she could remember was driving to Allan’s house with the intent
to leave the note she had written for him on the doorstep. She was surprised to
find Timur inside without any signs of a forced entry.
Though the agency had
assigned her to get close to Timur and Allan three years ago due to the NSA’s
inability to maintain active GFID Nano-chips to monitor them, she was absolutely
certain that Timur had never uncovered this secret.
But why else would he
be ransacking Allan’s home?
She could painfully
remember the
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