‘But the same gospel that we have just found says that there is no anti-Christ! It says that illuminating light should be used for wisdom and inner peace, not power!’
‘Ah! You now know why I need that document. I need to destroy it!’ shouted Prithviraj.
‘The words of Jesus have been twisted and perverted throughout history. You plan to do exactly that. I will not let history repeat itself!’
‘Then you must die!’
Waziristan, Pakistan-Afghanistan border, 2012
The Sheikh was looking at the message sent by Ghalib containing the detonation sequence. He re-read the words without a mirror once again and then proceeded to ignore all the characters other than ‘O’ and ‘I’:
UOY.OT.HTAO.YM.MAMI.HO
OWT.MOTA.TA.MOTA.TIH.OT
HT33T.3HT.TA.MIA.HTUOM.3HT.TA.MIA
TA3H.TOH.3TIHW.HTIW.YAWA.MIH.TIH
3OW.OT.MIH.3IT.YOT.YM.HTIW.3YA
3WO.I.HTUOY.YM.MIHW.YHT.OT
3M.HTIW.TUO.MIH.HTIW.TUO
3M.3SIMOTA.OT.3MIT.YHT.TIAWA.I
The resultant series was:
00010 00010 101 01111 001101 01010 10110 100111.
These were binary numbers, just the sort used by computers to transmit data. He took a pen and began to convert the binary numbers to standard decimal numbers.190 The result:
2-2-5-15-13-10-22-39
He now had before him the detonation sequence. He picked up the Thuraya satellite phone that would communicate with the device and began to carefully punch in the digits. The digits entered by him were transported to the geostationary Inmarsat satellite from where they would be bounced back to another phone on earth. That phone would activate the bomb. Not in Priobskoye, Siberia, as imagined by Zvi Yatom.
But in the rocky landscape of Waziristan, just a hundred yards away from where the Sheikh stood.
The fireball from the x-ray-heated air sent a shockwave in all directions at the speed of sound. The frugal houses scattered in the arid and remote frontier simply dissolved. The circle of destruction was around one mile. Everything that was flammable burst into flame, glass products and sand melted into molten glass, and any humans were instantly vaporised by the blinding light, accompanied by radiant heat from the fireball near ground zero.
Around 2,000 people would be killed directly from the blast at the hypocenter and an equal number would be injured. The future impact would include nuclear fallout, cancer, and deformed or stillborn babies.
The damage would have been much greater if the bomb had been detonated in a populated area. The hilly region of the North-West Frontier Province used by the Sheikh and his Master was in the middle of nowhere.
The Sheikh and his Master were now simply vapour in the air.
Frederick County, Maryland, USA, 2012
Yehuda smiled a quiet smile of satisfaction. The whole world thought Judas had betrayed Jesus. How ridiculous! Judas, in fact, had been the chosen one. The one who would perform the final act of an elaborate ritual. Ensuring that the nuclear device exploded near the Sheikh and his Master—this had been Yehuda’s final act of obedience to his own master, Ghalib.
From the port at Pipavav, the truck containing the device had headed to Jammu. The truck had proceeded along the interstate Punjab-Kashmir border westwards and had stopped short of the town of Rajouri on the Indian side. From here it had crossed over into Pakistani territory and, a few hours later, reached Mirpur.
The truck had then moved northwards to Muzaffarabad and from there westwards to Mansehra. From Mansehra it had headed in a gentle southwesterly direction towards Peshawar in the North-West Frontier Province of Pakistan, where it had waited to cross the Khyber Pass.
Before crossing the Khyber Pass, it had unloaded the ‘construction jig’ near Waziristan and continued towards Jalalabad on its long journey to Tel Megiddo.
Yehuda remembered Ghalib taking him aside one day and reciting to him the Islamic Hadith of Tirmidhi. ‘And God’s messenger said: “In the last times men will come forth who will fraudulently use religion for worldly ends and wear sheepskins in public to display meekness. Their tongues will be sweeter than sugar, but their hearts will be the hearts of wolves.”’191 He had then quoted the Qur’an 6:112: ‘Thus have We appointed unto every Prophet an adversary—devils of humankind and jinn—who inspire in one another plausible discourse through guile.’
Ghalib had then said to Yehuda, ‘It is in your destiny to be called a traitor. It is in my destiny to be called a terrorist. Why not make the best of the situation? It is better that both these men, the Sheikh and his evil Master, are destroyed, even if it means that we die in the process.’
‘But why do you want me to betray you by taking money from Oedipus and the UNL Militia?’ Yehuda had asked.
‘I have a value. Isn’t it better that the money is used to ensure that other orphaned children such as myself are not made into future terrorists? Think of the number of schools that could be established that would counter the actions of the madrasas. Yehuda, I was literally brainwashed into believing that my only duty was to die for Islam—is that any way to bring up a child? This will be my one good deed towards attaining paradise!’
‘But, Barabba, why are we allowing these eleven events to happen all over the world? Why can’t we stop them?’
‘It is not in our control. You think that the instructions are from me?’
‘Then from whom are they? The Sheikh? His Master?’
‘Yehuda, my friend, you have a lot to learn. You follow my orders. I follow the Sheikh’s orders. The Sheikh follows his Master’s orders. Whose orders does the Master follow?’
‘I am not sure.’
‘The Illuminati, my friend. You think that Islamic terrorism just happened one day without immense financial backing? Call them the CIA, the SAS, even the American presidency—all Illuminati. It has been in the Illuminati’s interest to keep the fires burning. It ensures that Illuminati-controlled companies make money. It ensures that defence contractors get orders in Iraq. It ensures that the Catholic Church as well as puppet regimes of the Middle East are kept in check. It keeps India focused on Kashmir, Pakistan focused on India, China focused on Tibet, Russia focused on Chechnya, and the world focused on Osama.’
‘I still do not understand why you want me to ask El-Azhar to betray you. This is going too far.’
‘It is vital. Everyone needs me dead. It is vital that they think I am in custody. If this impression is not created accurately, the final result will not be what we want. These are very intelligent people! They have used me as an anti-Christ to artificially fulfil the third prophecy of Nostradamus. They need to be handled very carefully.’
And then he had told him to ‘betray’ him to the Japanese woman.
Sitting in his suite at the charming Country Inn on Frederick Road, he was feeling quite proud of himself for having followed Ghalib’s instructions flawlessly. He was now here to meet all the other eleven, and to explain to them the final words of Ghalib.
There was a knock on the door.
‘Who is it?’ he asked, as he headed towards the door.
‘Room service,’ came the reply.
The waiter brought the tray and placed it on the coffee table in the sitting area. Yehuda thanked the waiter and signed the room service bill, adding a generous tip. He always ensured that his tips were generous when he was travelling abroad; it made the damned white man feel inferior! He started to hand back the leather folder containing the signed bill and the tip when he became aware that the waiter was now behind him.
The sudden tightening of a rope around his neck was when he realised that the tip had been of no use.
New Delhi, India, 2012
The Japanese woman was sitting in Tihar.
Tihar Jail, the largest prison in South Asia,192 was located in the western sector of Delhi, about eight kilometres away from Chanakyapuri, the diplomatic area of the Indian capital. It was one of the largest prison complexes in the world and comprised eight priso
ns in the Tihar Complex. With a total population of around 13,160 prisoners against a sanctioned prison capacity of 5,648, it was also one of the most overcrowded prisons in the world. There were eight jail blocks in the complex numbered CJ-1 to CJ-8. The lodging arrangement in the various blocks, located over 400 acres, was according to the court cases, and then according to alphabetical ordering of names. Swakilki was in CJ-6, the women’s block.
A special facility was provided to foreigners to have interviews with the diplomats of their countries on any working day between 4 pm and 5 pm. The Japanese representative was meeting Swakilki in the office of the deputy superintendent of the jail, located near the entrance. His demeanour was polite and respectful. Typically Japanese.
‘Konbanwa,’ he said to her. ‘O genki desu ka?’ he enquired to find out how she was.
‘Hai, genki desu,’ replied Swakilki. ‘I am fine.’
‘Do you need anything?’ he enquired.
‘I need to confess. Get me a priest,’ she said simply.
‘Bless me, Father, for I am about to sin. It has been a month since my last confession.’
‘My child, I cannot absolve you of a sin that has not yet been committed.’
‘Yes, but I am about to kill a man. And I have already sinned.’
‘How can you say that? You have not yet killed him, and you call it a sin?’
‘I should have killed my father years ago. That is my sin—not having killed him yet. Oh, my God, I am heartily sorry for having offended Thee. I firmly resolve, with the help of Thy grace, to sin no more. Amen.’
There was a startled pause. The priest recovered and continued, ‘But why would you want to kill your own father, my child?’
Swakilki began.
‘My mother had always brought me up to believe that I had inherited unusual powers. Unfortunately, I lost her at the age of six and many of my childhood memories were repressed.’
‘Do go on.’
‘Among the repressed memories were those of my mother’s death; as well as memories of my father. I now remember the man who used to visit our house often. My mother used to say that I was descended from a long line of high priestesses . . . my father would laugh and say that he would prove her wrong.’
‘And?’
‘He had her killed. He made it look like a gas leak. He had me orphaned to teach the protectors of the divine feminine a lesson.’
‘What is his name?’
‘Alberto Valerio.’
‘And yours?’
‘Swakilki. It’s derived from Sara Kali.’
‘How do you know this?’
‘I had forgotten that my lineage was far older than that of the Church. In Goa, I secretly met a Hindu priest, Pandit Ramgopal Prasad Sharma. He is a proponent of the Bhrigu Samhita. By merely looking at me, he told me of a little girl born in Kashmir. She was bestowed great power by the divine Goddess and her mother, Mary Magdalene. She left India when she was twelve.’
‘So how is this connected to you?’
‘Her name was La Sara Kali.’
Les Saintes-Maries-de-la-Mer, France, A.D. 42
In the town of Les Saintes-Maries-de-la-Mer in France, each 23-to-25 May is celebrated in honour of St Sarah, also known as La Sara Kali.193 The festival has its roots in an event that had happened here in A.D. 42. A boat had arrived here carrying Mary Magdalene along with a twelve-year-old, dark-skinned child. The name ‘Sarah’ was the equivalent of ‘princess’ in Hebrew. Joseph of Arimathea was the protector of the Sangraal, the royal bloodline of Jesus and Mary. The chalice that carried this bloodline was the ‘Holy Grail’, the womb of Mary Magdalene.
Hence the festival for La Sara Kali.
Mary Magdalene was the bearer of the sangraal, the old French word that translates into the commonly accepted holy grail. But when the word sangraal was broken into two words, sang and raal, the phrase now meant blood royal in old French. Mary Magdalene had brought this royal blood to the coast of France in A.D. 42.
The marriage between Jesus and Mary Magdalene had resulted in the fusion of two royal Jewish bloodlines. Jesus was of the House of David and descended from King Solomon, king of the Jews. Mary Magdalene was of the royal House of Benjamin. The political implication of such a union was undeniable, since it meant the very real potential threat of political upheaval if ever an attempt was made to restore the lineage of Jewish kings.
The arrival of La Sara Kali in France did precisely that. The Jesus-Mary bloodline was carried forward in the form of the Merovingian dynasty, which remained perpetually at odds with the papacy. From the fifth to the eighth centuries, the Merovingian dynasty of kings ruled Europe and, from the Middle Ages until the present day, most of Europe’s monarchs were Merovingians.
In A.D. 679, the Roman Catholic Church collaborated with the Carolingian dynasty to assassinate and remove the Merovingian King Dagobert II.194 Having Mary Magdalene’s bloodline as rulers was heresy!
The removal of the Merovingian kings ended with the coronation of Charlemagne, who became the Holy Roman Emperor in A.D. 800. Shrewdly enough, Charlemagne and the Carolingians married Merovingian wives in order to ensure the continuation of their dynasty. This resulted in the continuation of the Merovingian bloodline among the royalty of Europe.
The Merovingian dynasty also continued to perpetuate itself in a direct line from Dagobert II through his son Sigisbert IV. From this bloodline came Godfroi de Bouillon, who formed the Knights Templar, as well as the Prieuré de Sion with a view to recapturing Jerusalem and restoring the royal bloodline of Jesus and Mary Magdalene to the throne in 1099.
The bloodline continued down to Marie de Saint-Claire who became Grand Master of the Priory in 1220. The Saint-Clair surname was derived from the locality, Saint-Clair-sur-Elle in Normandy. A branch of this family would eventually reach Scotland many years later, along with William the Conqueror. Many centuries later, some of them would emigrate to America. Their family name would be Sinclair.
Chapter Twenty-Nine
Camp David, Maryland, USA, 2012
The President was at the official 125-acre retreat in the centre of Catoctin Mountain Park in Frederick County. Seated on an oversized leather Lazy-Boy in front of a roaring fire, the President was listening angrily to a briefing from Stephen Elliot. ‘We never knew that the truck that was transported to Priobskoye aboard the CH-54 contained a dummy. The dummy had been radiated to ensure that it gave off the same nuclear signature. The bastard had already removed and placed the real one near Waziristan.’
‘We needed Osama-bin-Laden to remain alive. His presence justified many other actions on our part, including the continued American presence in Pakistan,’ said the President.
‘The immediate problem that we now have to deal with is Ghalib. If he starts singing to the world about how the Illuminati controlled his puppet-strings all these years, the repercussions would be severe . . . particularly in view of the elections . . .’ added Stephen, rather unnecessarily.
The President adjusted the Cartier wristwatch that covered the little tattoo on her wrist.
‘There are only two possible actions. Illuminate or Eliminate! Tell Zvi to handle it!’ said President Alissa Elliot, the forty-fourth President of the United States of America, and the very first woman to hold the position.
President Alissa Elliot remembered her years as a Rhodes Scholar in Oxford as well as the chance meeting with Stephen Elliot who had happened to be Terry Acton’s best friend. It had been natural for her to find common ground with Stephen. The secret society of Rhodes and Yale’s Skull & Bones were cousins, in a sense. Both wanted to control and rule the world secretly.
Alissa Elliot had been born Alissa Kaetzel in 1964, just a year before Terry Acton. Her childhood in Illinois had been a happy one. She had excelled at sports, remained active in her local church, and been a member of the National Honor Society. Her mother encouraged and motivated her to push herself hard and to make her own choice of career.
As an undergradua
te at Yale, Alissa managed to mix academic excellence with school government. In 1993, she was selected as a Rhodes Scholar to study politics and government at Oxford. The first few months resulted in an enduring friendship with Terry. Terry moved on to Yale while Alissa had stayed on at Oxford to complete her M.Phil.
While on a visit to New Haven to meet Terry, Alissa had been introduced to Stephen and the connection was instantaneous. They had married just a year after Terry lost his wife Susan in a tragic car accident.
Alissa had always been interested in public service and politics. She would go on to serve two terms as a representative to Congress from Illinois. She would then be appointed to a series of high-level positions: ambassador to the United Nations, chief of the US Liaison Office in the People’s Republic of China and director of the Central Intelligence Agency. Along the way, Alissa succeeded in building up terrific relationships with the rich and famous. By the time she entered the presidential race she had already created a campaign war chest exceeding $340 million.
Stephen Elliot had followed her dutifully while he built his own career within the SAS.
North America, A.D. 34
In present-day India stands the country’s smallest state, Nagaland. The state derives its name from the original ancient rulers of India, the Nagas. The word naga, literally means ‘snake’. The Nagas were rulers who wore a serpent crown on their foreheads. They became extremely powerful because of their ability to build ships that could travel long distances. These rulers worshipped the Hindu God Vishnu, who was depicted as travelling on an eagle, Garuda. Garuda was always shown holding a snake in its beak.
When the Spaniards first reached the Americas, they noticed that most American Indians worshipped a deity called Quetzalcoatl.195 The Aztecs told the arriving Spaniards that, many centuries earlier, a divine priest by the name of Quetzalcoatl had visited them from a foreign land very far away. He was described as a bearded white man, wearing a robe with cross symbols embroidered on the front. Had the Spaniards dug a little deeper they would have realised that the name Quetzalcoatl was actually a combination of quetzalli, a brightly-coloured Mesoamerican bird, and coatl, meaning serpent. Garuda with the snake in
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