by Sarah Lotz
The following is a transcript of Pastor Len Vorhees’s radio show, My Mouth, God’s Voice, aired on 20 January 2012.
Good listeners, I don’t need to tell you that now more than ever, we’re living in Godless times. We’re living in a time when the Bible is shunned in our schools in favour of scientific evolutionary lies, where many are expelling God from their hearts, where sodomites and baby murderers and heathens and Islamofascists have more rights in our country than good Christian men and women. Where Sodom and Gomorrah cast a pall over every aspect of our daily lives, and our world leaders are trying with all their might to construct the culture of globalisation favoured by the Antichrist.
Good listeners, I have good tidings. I have proof that Jesus is listening to us, that He is heeding our prayers, that it is only a matter of time before He takes us to sit at His side.
Listeners, I want to tell you a story.
There was once a good woman. Pamela May Donald was her name, and she was a good God-fearing woman, who had taken Jesus into her heart with every fibre of her being.
This woman decided to take a journey, to visit her daughter in a far-flung area, Asia, to be exact. She didn’t know, as she packed her bag, as she kissed her husband and church goodbye, that she was about to be part of God’s plan.
That woman got on a plane at… she got on a plane in Japan, and that plane went down, struck out of the air by forces we can only guess at.
And as she lay dying, as she was lying on that cold hard foreign ground, her life-blood leaking from her veins, God spoke to her, listeners, and gave her a message. Just like God spoke to the prophet John on the island of Patmos when He showed him the vision of the seven seals in Revelation. And Pam recorded that message, listeners, so that we would have the benefit of understanding God’s meaning.
Now, John is told that the first four seals will come in the form of four horsemen. We know, and this is a fact, that the four horsemen are sent to fulfil a divine purpose. And we know from Ezekiel that that purpose is to punish the faithless and the godless. The horsemen will bring plague, famine, war and panic to the earth; they will be the harbingers of the Tribulation.
There are many who believe the seals have already been opened, listeners, and I’ll admit, it’s hard not to, what with everything that’s going on in the world right now. But Pam was being shown that God, in his wisdom, has only now opened the seals.
What Pamela May Donald was saying in her message to me, because, good listeners, in her wisdom she directed her message to me–me personally–is that the four horsemen are now here. Here on earth. As she lay dying, she said, ‘The boy, the boy, Pastor Len, warn them.’
Y’all have seen the news. Y’all will have seen the three child survivors–and maybe four, we don’t know for sure that there aren’t any other survivors, it’s chaos down in Africa, as we all know. Y’all know for a fact that there was no way that those three children could have survived such a cataclysmic event virtually unscathed. These three are the only survivors, I’ll repeat that, listeners, because it is important, the only survivors. Even the crash investigators can’t explain it, nor the doctors, nor the medical experts, no one can explain why these children were saved.
Loyal listeners, I believe these children have been inhabited by the spirits of the four horsemen.
‘Pastor Len,’ Pamela May Donald said. ‘The boy. The boy.’ What boy could she mean but that Japanese child who survived?
It’s clear as a bell. How much clearer could the message be? The Lord is good, listeners, He isn’t going to mess around with obfuscation. And in His good grace He showed us further evidence that what I say is the truth. In Revelation six, verses one to two:
I watched as the Lamb opened the first of the seven seals. Then I heard one of the four living creatures say in a voice like thunder, ‘Come!’ I looked, and there before me was a white horse!
A white horse, listeners. Ask yourselves this… what colour was the insignia on that Maiden Airlines plane that went down in Florida? A white dove. White.
When the Lamb opened the second seal, I heard the second living creature say, ‘Come!’ Then another horse came out, a fiery red one.
What colour was the insignia of the Sun Air flight? Red. Y’all seen it, brothers and sisters. Y’all seen that big red sun. Red. The colour of communism. The colour of war. The colour, good listeners, of blood.
When the Lamb opened the third seal, I heard the third living creature say, ‘Come!’ I looked, and there before me was a black horse!
Now it’s true that that British plane, the one that crashed into the sea, has a bright orange insignia. But I ask you this, what colour was the writing on that plane? Black, listeners. Black.
When the Lamb opened the fourth seal, I heard the voice of the fourth living creature say, ‘Come!’ I looked, and there before me was a pale horse! Its rider was named Death. Now we know that the colour of Death’s horse is written as khlōros in the original Greek, which translates as green. The insignia on that African plane that went down. What colour was it? That’s right. Green.
I know there will be many nay-sayers who’ll say, but Pastor Len, that could all just be a coincidence. But God doesn’t work in coincidences. We know this for a fact.
There will be more signs. More signs, brothers and sisters. There will be war, there will be plague, there will be conflict and there will be famine.
The judgement has been unleashed on earth. And when the King of Kings opens up that sixth seal, those who are chosen will be saved and take their rightful place next to Jesus in the Kingdom of Heaven.
Our time is now. The signs are clear. They couldn’t be clearer if God had put a great big red ribbon on them, shouted them out from the heavens.
And I’m asking you listeners–good listeners. Are you ready?
Space does not permit me to include excerpts from all of the conspiracy theory sites that sprang up after Black Thursday, but among the most vocal of the ‘alternative theorists’ was author and self-styled UFOlogist Simeon Lancaster, whose self-published books include Aliens Among Us and Lizards in the House of Lords. Lancaster refused to talk to me, and has subsequently denied that he in any way influenced Paul Craddock’s actions. The following is a short extract cached from a blog posted on his website, aliensamongstus.co.uk, on 22 January 2012.
ALIEN INTERVENTION: BLACK THURSDAY, ALL THE PROOF WE NEED
Four plane crashes. Four continents. Events that have transfixed the world’s media like none other IN THE HISTORY OF THE WORLD. There can be no other explanation except that The Others, our alien infiltrators, have decided to WIELD THEIR POWER and FLAUNT it.
It’s only a matter of time, mark my words, before the Majestic 12 effect a high-level cover-up. They will deny that there are any ‘supernatural’ causes in their crash reports, you wait and see. Already they are saying that the pilots were to blame for the African crash. Already they are saying that hydraulic failure is the cause of the Japanese crash.
We know this is not so. THEY WILL LIE. They will lie because they are IN CAHOOTS with our alien overlords. It’s a wonder The Three children (if they even are children) haven’t already been taken to the labs (see map for possible locations) for protection.
Let’s look at the evidence:
FOUR PLANES
FOUR??? We know that the chances of any one person being involved in a plane crash are one in 27 million. So what are the odds of FOUR planes crashing on the same day with only THREE survivors??? The chances of that alone are off the scale. So this was a deliberate event. Terrorists? Then why hasn’t anyone come forward to claim that they did it? BECAUSE THE TERRORISTS AREN’T RESPONSIBLE. The Others are responsible.
BRIGHT LIGHTS
Why did at least two of the passengers on board the Sun Air flight report seeing bright lights in their messages? There is NO evidence of an explosion, or of a fire on board. Or of depressurisation. THERE CAN ONLY BE ONE EXPLANATION. We know that some of the Others’ V crafts have been seen o
nly AFTER bright lights appear in the sky. BRIGHT LIGHTS are a sure sign that they are here.
WHY CHILDREN?
One thing that we can all agree on is that there is NO WAY The Three could have survived the crashes. So there’s that.
But why would The Others choose children? I believe it’s because as a species, we nurture our young, but not only that, our gut reaction will be to PROTECT them and care for them.
We know that the Others’ preferred method of attack is infiltration and STEALTH. It would be too obvious to put themselves in GOVERNMENT again. They’ve tried that before and they have been OUTED!!!!! They are here to watch us. We don’t know when their next move will be. The Three will be controlled by alien forces working on their minds and bodies and we will see this showing itself in time to come.
The children have been IMPLANTED and they are watching us to see what we will do.
THIS CAN BE THE ONLY EXPLANATION!!!!
PART THREE
SURVIVORS
JANUARY–FEBRUARY
Lillian Small.
Zelna, one of the carers at the Alzheimer’s day care centre where I used to take Reuben when he was still mobile, called her husband Carlos’s condition ‘Al’, as if it was a separate entity, an actual person rather than a disease. Most mornings when Reuben and I arrived, Zelna would say to me, ‘So what do you think Al did today, Lily?’ And then she’d relate one of the funny or disturbing actions that Al had ‘made’ Carlos do–like when she found him wrapping all her shoes in newspaper so that they wouldn’t feel the cold, or the way he called visiting the care centre ‘going to work’.
She even wrote a blog about it for a while, ‘Al, Carlos and Me Makes Three’, which won a couple of awards.
I started getting into the habit of calling Reuben’s condition Al, too. I suppose it gave me hope that somewhere, deep inside, the real Reuben was still there, biding his time, fighting to stop Al taking over completely. Although I knew it wasn’t rational to think this way, it stopped me blaming Reuben for taking away the last years we’d looked forward to spending together. I could blame Al instead. I could hate Al instead.
Zelna was forced to put Carlos in a care facility a couple of years ago, and when she moved to Philadelphia to live with her daughter, we lost touch. I miss her–I miss the care centre–being around other people who knew exactly what I was going through. We’d often laugh about the crazy things our respective spouses or parents did or said. I remember Zelna cracking up when I told her about Reuben insisting on wearing his boxer shorts over his trousers, like he was auditioning for the role of a geriatric Superman. It wasn’t funny of course, but laughter can be the best medicine, don’t you think? If you don’t laugh, you’d cry. So I don’t feel guilty about that. Not one bit.
But even when Reuben could no longer make it to the care centre, putting him in a home wasn’t an option for me. It wasn’t just the expense, I’d been inside those places. I didn’t like the smell of them. I thought I’d cope looking after him myself. Lori did what she could, and there was always Betsy and the agency if I needed a break. I didn’t use the agency often, there was a high staff turnover, and you never knew who you would get.
I don’t want you to think I’m kvetching, we got by, and I was lucky. Reuben was never violent. Some of them get like that–paranoid–think their carers are trying to imprison them, especially when they lose the ability to recognise facial features. And he wasn’t a wanderer, didn’t try and get out of the apartment as long as I was with him. Reuben’s condition progressed quickly, but even on bad days, when Al was in full control, as long as he could see my face when I spoke to him, he mostly kept calm. He suffered from terrible nightmares, though. But then he always was a dreamer.
I managed.
And I had my memories.
We were happy, Reuben and I. How many people can say that honestly? That’s what I’ve got to fall back on. In the magazines Lori used to get, they’re always saying how the perfect relationship is when you’re best friends with your partner (oh, how I hate that word! Partner, it sounds so cold, don’t you think?), and that’s how we were. And when Lori came along, she slotted perfectly into our lives. A close-knit, regular family. Lived by routine. Reuben was a good husband. A good provider. After Lori left to go to NYU, I felt a bit blue, I suppose I was suffering from that empty nest syndrome, and Reuben surprised me with a road trip to Texas–Texas of all places! He wanted to explore San Antonio, check out the Alamo. Before Al took his sense of humour away, we used to joke that whatever happened, ‘We’d always have Paris, Texas.’
Our life before Al came wasn’t all plain sailing though. Whose life is? There were issues over the years. Lori going off the rails at college, the lump I found in my breast that we managed to catch just in time, the mess Reuben’s mother got herself into with that younger fellow she met down in Florida. We dealt with all that.
It was Reuben who suggested we move to Brooklyn when Lori told us she was pregnant. He could see how worried I was about her bringing up a child alone. Her career was just taking off, and she needed support. I’ll never forget when she invited us to her first show at New York Fashion Week. Reuben and I were so proud! A lot of the models were men wearing women’s dresses, which made Reuben raise an eyebrow, but we’ve never been that close-minded. Plus, Reuben loved New York, was a real city person. We’d travelled around a lot in the early days when he was working as a substitute teacher, so we were used to packing up and moving. ‘Let’s go against the tide, Lily, and move into the city. Why not?’ In truth, it didn’t matter to Reuben where we lived. He was always a reader. Loved books. All books. Fiction, non-fiction, history of course. Spent most of his spare time stuck in a book, and you can do that anywhere, can’t you? That was the other great tragedy about Al showing up–one of the first things to go was Reuben’s ability to read, although Reuben hid this from me at first as well. It hurts to think of the months he sat up in bed, turning the pages of a book that he had no way of following, just to spare me the worry. A couple of months after his diagnosis, I discovered the real extent to which he’d been trying to hide his condition from me. In his sock drawer, I found a stack of index cards, where he’d written down reminder notes to himself. ‘FLOWERS’, he’d written on one. That broke my heart. Every Friday for forty-five years, he’d buy me flowers without fail.
I was a bit nervous about moving to Lori’s neighbourhood. Not because I was reluctant to leave Flemington. Reuben and I were never much for being social and the few friends we did have had already left for Florida to get away from the New Jersey winters. The house was paid up, so we had that money, but properties in Flemington had been hit hard when the bottom fell out of the market. Lori was worried that her neighbourhood would be too young and modern for us, said it was ‘full of hipsters and wannabe artists’, but there’s a fairly large Hasidic community there still, and the sight of them reassured Reuben when he first started getting really sick. Maybe it had to do with his childhood; his family were Orthodox. Lori helped us find a nice apartment block just down from the park, a five-minute walk from the loft where she lived on Berry Street. We got lucky, our immediate neighbours were older, like us, and Betsy and I hit it off straight away. We both loved needlework–Betsy was big into cross-stitching–and we watched the same shows. Reuben found her a bit intrusive at first–plus he didn’t like the fact that she was a smoker, he’s big against that–but it was Betsy who suggested he volunteer at the adult literacy centre. That, of course, was another of the things Reuben was forced to give up. He hid that from me as well, made some excuse about wanting to be home more to help me with Bobby. And oh, I loved looking after Bobby when he was a baby! We had a good year or so where he became the centre of our lives; Lori dropped him off with us every morning, and Reuben and I always took him to the park when the weather was nice. He had his moments, all kids do, but he was a bright little boy, a ray of sunshine in our lives. And it kept us busy!
Then wham. Al came along. Reuben was on
ly seventy-one. I kept it from Lori for as long as I could, but she wasn’t stupid, could see that he was becoming increasingly forgetful, saying strange things. I guess she put it down to him becoming a little eccentric in his old age.
I was forced to tell her at Bobby’s second birthday party. I’d made a devil’s food cake, Lori’s favourite, and we were trying to get Bobby to blow out the candles. He was crotchety that day–the terrible twos, you know? Then Reuben said, out of the blue, ‘Don’t let the baby burn, don’t let him burn.’ And then he burst into tears.
Lori was horrified, and I had to sit her down, tell her that we’d got the diagnosis six months previously. She was upset, of course she was, but she said, and I’ll never forget this, ‘We’ll get through it together, Momma.’
I felt bad, of course I did, landing this on her. We’d moved to the city to help her with Bobby, and now the tables were turned. Lori had her career and Bobby, but she came to see us whenever she could. Bobby was too young to understand what was happening to his grandfather. I worried it would upset him, but Reuben’s funny ways didn’t seem to bother him.
Oh, Elspeth, those days after I heard about Bobby! The guilt I felt at not going straight down to Miami to be with him in that hospital. That was when I realised the extent of how much I really hated Al. I wanted to scream at him for stealing Reuben away when I had all this other trouble to deal with. I don’t ask for sympathy, others have it far worse than I do, but I still couldn’t shift the idea that I was being punished for something. First Reuben, then Lori. What next?
A lot of it is just a blur, there was so much going on. The phone ringing nonstop, the reporters and the TV people hounding me. In the end I had to take the phone off the hook and use that cellphone Lori had given me. And even then somehow they managed to get hold of the number.
