by Nesly Clerge
“It would be unfathomable, to use your word.”
“Indeed. And that’s just the beginning. When Wormwood passed us one of the times before, it caused the earth to tilt. Our planet stayed in that position, for the most part, which altered our seasons somewhat. Perhaps the end of the Ice Age was the result.” He smiled at me. “You might also say that last pass was God’s warning shot across our bow. He knew Lucifer’s plan for mankind, and wanted to allow humans to use their free will to choose whose side they were on. He knows better than any how Lucifer operates. Knows what will befall humanity. He warned us through the book of Revelation, Daniel, Second Thessalonians, Obidiah, Isaiah, and more—it’s there if you know how to look—and left it up to us to heed the warnings or not. He revealed the signs of what is to come. We’re seeing them now.”
“All right.” I nodded. “If this star or whatever causes the earth rotation to stop for a period of time, that means it will start again. We’ll rebuild. It’ll be difficult but doable.”
Kingsley’s smile was sympathetic. “It will be worse this time. Previously, Wormwood passed us, but not as close as it will this time. The thing about Wormwood is that it has a massive debris tail. When Wormwood passes Earth’s orbit the first time, there will be gravitational disruption. But, some time between one hundred fifty and one hundred sixty days later, Earth will pass through that massive debris tail the first time. That’s what’s referred to regarding stars and such pelting the earth, and this will happen for a number of years. We’ll experience sporadic meteor showers until the tail has passed from our orbit, and that’s after Wormwood follows its orbit around the Sun and crosses Earth’s orbit again. The first two times we pass through the debris tail will be the worst.”
“You’re saying the signs of Wormwood’s approach are here now?”
“Wormwood, and the Apocalypse. Sinkholes, volcanoes, earthquakes, drought, the chip, and so forth. The Order wants you to believe these planetary disturbances are a result of climate change, an outcome of human irresponsibility and negligence.”
“But, there’s scientific proof. Why would they lie about that?”
“What do you think would happen to civilization if people knew the truth?”
He was right. “It would be mayhem. Hence, I suppose, the need for the deep underground bases they’ve been constructing for decades. And knowing where the nearest cave is in a pinch.”
“The first thing you should realize is that the bunkers are for them, not for us. However, neither bunkers or caves will make a difference. I said this time will be worse. The Bible stated so. Said it will be the most catastrophic event in Earth’s history, though,” he smiled, “I paraphrase. Volcanoes and earthquakes will be more severe. Tidal waves the height of skyscrapers. Massive sinkholes as Earth’s crust shifts. Anyone underground will likely be crushed or buried alive. Anyone in caves may be the same, or drowned. Demons inhabiting those people will survive, so they aren’t concerned. They can depart their hosts at any time.
“One meteor from the debris tail that hits Earth is supposed to be the size of a mountain, displacing a third of the seas. The debris tail will bombard our planet with EMPs—nothing electric will work. That affects everything, including KATE and including availability of fresh water. Any non-electric water wells, if the Order allowed any to remain—although,” he leaned toward me, “I suspect they kept the ones on preservation lands in operation for their use. But that won’t help them. Crust displacement will destroy those underground pipes.
“Without electricity, nuclear facilities can’t cool. Within eight to twelve hours, hydrogen levels will build and they’ll blow.”
“My God, Kingsley. If you’re right, you’re talking about utter devastation. When is this supposed to happen?”
“No one knows the day or the hour for certain. That was God’s plan. In part, to keep us on our toes. But it’s out there now, moving closer every minute. Why do you think certain church leaders built a huge telescope with infrared capabilities in the western province? Not to merely stargaze, I assure you. Do they ever share any of what they see with us? Our sources say church astronomers have been watching the northern sky quite diligently; though,” he smiled, “it’s said they often have to wait for the UFOs to move out of the way. But they watch. They know Wormwood’s on the way, as is Lucifer’s armada.”
“Perhaps they’re watching something else, something quite innocent. If this so-said Wormwood suddenly appears, what’s to say it isn’t a hologram projected to scare us for some reason?”
Kingsley shook his head. “The orbits of Saturn’s moons, and our own, are being stretched. That can only happen as a result of actual gravitational pull.”
“How do you know all this?”
ENTRY 32
“Not all scientists and physicists are atheists or agnostics,” Kingsley replied. “A good number of us studied the biblical signs and continue to do so.”
“If the effects of Wormwood nearing us are so evident, shouldn’t we be able to see it?”
“For now, the Order is able to cloak Wormwood’s presence with laser technology, and is partially why they needed the infrared option. They’ve really been most industrious about this. However, we calculate that once Wormwood is thirty to ninety days out—and I realize that’s a broad window, but it isn’t that broad, if you think about it—no cloaking technology will be able to mask its presence.”
“You’re talking complete destruction we aren’t prepared to cope with or escape.”
“God said he would cleanse the earth the first time with a flood, which he did, and the second time with fire. He also said he’d remove his faithful before the worst begins; though, we will experience some of it.”
“If you’re right—and I’m still not convinced you are—but if you are, why would God allow such catastrophe?”
“The first time was to rid the earth of the offspring of the fallen angels who’d mated with human women—or at least, used their DNA, as well as to get rid of the other abominations Lucifer and the fallen ones created. Not all their offspring were giants, you see. God’s pure human DNA he had created had been corrupted, all except Noah and his family. Theirs was the only pure, original DNA left. That’s why God cleansed the earth of everyone else. Well, nearly everyone else. Some giants survived in high places. And the fallen angels continued to created offspring with some human women after the flood, as I said, in hopes they’d corrupt the DNA line Jesus was to use. They keep track of who possesses their bloodline. With so many DNA analyses on record, the Order has a better idea of who is who.”
“I’d suspected something, but not that. Never that.” We sat in silence for several moments. “You’re saying Wormwood is coming to cleanse the earth with fire.”
Kingsley nodded. “But not until after Lucifer’s creations off Earth return and he and they are allowed to do their worst. At this earlier point, that includes transhumanism that will eventually remove the last vestige of our humanity. Or, at least, the Order will make every attempt to achieve this. God will never allow it to succeed in the measure they desire.”
“I don’t understand why God would allow any of this.”
“To give us time to repent, time to see the signs for what they are and choose, as well as to fulfill His prophecy and promise to us to restore His faithful for eternity.”
“I’m so very relieved the Order can’t read our thoughts.”
“Who told you they can’t?”
“Karl Armstrong.”
Kingsley sniffed. “Karl is lower on the hierarchy totem pole than he knows. He’s right that they can’t read thoughts through the chip, but wrong about demons’ telepathic abilities. And that’s precisely why God does not reveal the hour and day of Jesus Christ’s return. Lucifer would know it and use it against us; though, he’s already planning to do something along that line, as I mentioned. There, there.” He patted my arm. “You aren’t helpless against their mind-reading shenanigans. Use the statement I made at the end
of my talk to protect yourself. And your children. They’re also adept at putting thoughts into the minds of receptive individuals.”
“How can I know this is happening? How can I stop it?”
“Ask the voice in your head to proclaim that Jesus Christ of Nazareth uniquely came to Earth and died on the cross to take away the sins of mankind.”
“What if whatever it is answers? I think that would terrify me.”
Kingsley smiled. “An angel of God’s will confirm the truth and will not resent the test. A demon will never admit the truth. It may, however, attempt to torment you, may curse at you, or may simply slip away. You can command a demon to leave you in the name of Jesus any time you feel the need.
“As you’re aware, we’re always monitored electronically, especially those of you with the chip. But you can ask God to block or jam their ability to listen to you and even see you, and especially regarding any EMPs they may direct at you.”
“You mean with Michael’s gizmo.”
“That’s useful for KATE, but I mean with a prayer against scientific mechanisms. I prayed before my forum, asking God to block their ability to clearly hear or see me, as well as any electronic signals they may send my way. You can do the same, even when using KATE. Isaiah, chapter fifty-four, verse seventeen tells us, ‘… no weapon forged against us shall prosper.’”
“Let’s say this is the truth. How are we supposed to fight them, other than with prayer and questions?”
“One answer is in second Corinthians, chapter ten, verses four through five. ‘The weapons we fight with are not the weapons of the world. On the contrary, they have divine power to demolish strongholds. We demolish arguments and every pretension that sets itself up against the knowledge of God, and we take captive every thought to make it obedient to Christ.’ We fight the same way we win—through Jesus Christ of Nazareth.”
“I’m sorry. You seem a nice man who believes what he says, but I can’t say I believe you. It’s all so—fantastic—is the word that comes to mind.”
“What you believe is up to you, Gayle. That’s your free will, given to you by your Creator.”
I looked across at my building and realized I’d lost track of time. Without looking at Kingsley, I said, “Tell Michael I want to see him.” I left without a word or backward glance.
ENTRY 33
“Did your extra forty-seven minutes, twelve seconds provide a satisfactory result?” KATE asked when I requested a taxi.
“Not as much as I’d hoped.” I stretched and yawned, as though I’d been at my computer all that time.
KATE asked a few more probing questions, which I managed to talk around, until I finally said, “Thank you for your interest, KATE, but I’m tired and ready to get home and think about something other than work.”
“Your taxi is waiting out front.”
We—the taxi and I—were given no cause to kill or maim anyone on the drive home, and it was all I could do to give my full attention to my family. For the first time, it was a relief to finally be alone later that night. I didn’t like the feeling: my family was the most important thing in my life.
In bed with the light off, I wondered if Kingsley had gotten my message to Michael. I fought sleep as long as I could, in anticipation of hearing the back door open and close. I woke when sunlight streamed in over the draperies on the windows facing east.
The remainder of my week was somewhat out of kilter. At work, there was no one to train to take my position, as I was the only one at that lab focused on HIVm and was moving to a more advanced lab to continue that work. My time was more a matter of organizing and sending my extensive files to KATE to store for me until it was time to retrieve them once at Prometheus. Each night, I watched the news about protesters and waited for Michael to show. He didn’t. I received no message from anyone. By Friday, I was fearful the worst had happened to him. And I felt guilty about feeling a small measure of relief that perhaps I was now free to forget all this craziness and get on with my life. Then I reminded myself it wouldn’t be a matter of leaving craziness behind, just switching how it looked and behaved.
That Sunday night, once everyone was in bed, I took my mother’s Bible to my room and found the book of Revelation more than I could grasp. So I read some of the other segments Kingsley had mentioned. I found the language a challenge, but recognized parts of the information Micheal and Kingsley had shared.
In second Thessalonians, chapter two, verses three through four, I read this about the Antichrist: “Don’t let anyone deceive you in any way, for that day (end-times, I imagined, though was still confused) will not come until the rebellion occurs and the man of lawlessness is revealed, the man doomed to destruction. He will oppose and will exalt himself over everything that is called God or is worshiped, so that he sets himself up in God’s temple, proclaiming himself to be God.”
There was more in that chapter, of course, that tied in, including “The coming of the lawless one will be in accordance with the work of Satan displayed in all kinds of counterfeit miracles, signs and wonders, and in every sort of evil that deceives those who are perishing. They perish because they refused to love the truth and so be saved. For this reason God sends them a powerful delusion so that they will believe the lie and so that all will be condemned who have not believed the truth but have delighted in wickedness.”
The powerful delusion had to be Kingsley’s aliens that were actually demons. I still couldn’t buy that or any part of that incredible tale.
Still, the clearest events-to-come description, to my thinking, was in Isaiah, chapters thirteen and fourteen. I closed the book and longed for my mother to explain everything to me, or to tell me once again not to worry; that such events were a long way off, if they ever happened at all.
To my mind, it seemed nothing more than scary stories created by impressive storytellers, told to hamper some of that wickedness mentioned so often on the pages. Still, I was uneasy. What if it was all true? I didn’t want to believe that.
I shut off the light, drew the bed covers over my head, and attempted to still my thoughts.
Then I did something that surprised me: I touched the cross hidden under my pajama top and said a brief prayer for Michael’s safety.
ENTRY 34
The taxi arrived promptly at eight thirty on Monday morning. It wasn’t until we reached the gate that led to Prometheus Laboratories that I realized I had no ID badge, had nothing to prove I belonged there. It wasn’t needed. The car merely slowed as the guards opened the electronic gates.
Karl was at the front door to greet me. This time, we had to stop at each security point for my eye scan to be recorded.
“Remember, my dear, you must have your eye scanned at each point every time you enter or leave. It’s problematic, not to mention causes a loud ruckus, if you forget.”
Karl introduced me to the three other people who worked in our particular lab then showed me to my desk, located at the Genesis Genome Activator. He told me not to discuss my work with the others, just as they knew not to discuss their work with me. Nor was I to go to any office or floor but this one and the cafeteria, which I found suspicious, but nodded that I understood. He instructed me as to how to pull up the manual on the computer.
“I’m surprised the manual isn’t stored on KATE,” I said.
“A copy is hidden in one of KATE’s secret retrieval vaults, and requires a code for access, which only a few of us have. This way, no one who hacks KATE can compromise our work or equipment.” He leaned in and said sotto voce, “Our special project will not be downloaded to KATE, only what the Order expects to see regarding your work on HIVm, et cetera. I’ll show you how that’s done when I think you’re ready.” Karl straightened up and said at normal volume, “I don’t expect you to do anything more today, perhaps even the next few days, other than study the manual and the activator, without turning it on until I’m ready for you to do so. I prefer you not use it until you’re confident about your familiarity with its wor
kings.”
That made sense to me, and I doubted it would take that long to feel confident, as Karl put it. I felt that way until I began to study the manual. My previous equipment had been complex but easy to learn. This machine and program were profoundly intricate. There were so many warnings about not missing a step or taking a misstep with procedure. I hoped a few days were adequate to reach an initial phase of familiarity and wished I had eidetic memory.
Karl left me alone until it was time for lunch. We went together to the cafeteria on the third level. Hundreds of people streamed in and out of the spacious room; many ordered and left with their food. We stayed, discussing any questions I had so far about the activator. I didn’t know enough about it to form good questions as yet, but had a few about what I’d read.
Once my questions had been addressed, we sat in silence as we ate. I worked up the courage to ask Karl something I was certain he wouldn’t like, but wanted to hear his answer. “If you knew the world would end soon, which would make our project moot, what would you focus on instead?”
Karl put his fork down. “That’s the most ridiculous thing I’ve ever heard, and I’m stunned that it came from you. I hope you aren’t going to cause me to second-guess my decision about you. What on earth made you ask such a thing?”
No way would I tell him the truth. I shrugged. “I came across a flyer on a post about how the end-times were upon us and—”
“They’ve probably already caught the littering anarchist who posted such nonsense.” He stabbed a French fry with his fork. “Bunch of chip-less rabble-rousers.”
“The flyer mentioned some of the signs, things happening now. Odd meteorological events and such.”
“Some people will believe anything. You know well enough, my dear, it was the industrial age and the decades that followed that caused such odd weather events. We’re still paying the price in some ways.”
