The Prescience

by Lorilyn Roberts

  Daniel opened his eyes. “Back from where we came?”

  I shuddered. “No, not Shambhala. The seventh dimension, where we met, in the first century.”

  Daniel shook his head. “Why would you want to go back there?”

  I hadn’t had time to think it through. “Well, it would be safer than here. We could get married among our friends, and it would give us time to figure out what’s going on. We’re trapped here. I can’t go back to America. You don’t want to return to your family.” I added quickly. “Your mother doesn’t need to be burdened with us, especially with Shira.”

  My words hung in the air. I wasn’t even sure I wanted to do what I was proposing.

  Daniel ran his fingers through his curly, dark brown hair and stared blankly at the ceiling. “How does that help me to find my father, or to be a witness in the last days as one of the one hundred forty-four thousand evangelists?”

  I tapped my fingers. “That’s the spiritual dimension, where we met Jesus. Since we’re facing spiritual questions, maybe we should return there to find the answers.”

  Daniel leaned forward. “I don’t know. God sent you to the seventh dimension, but I think the evil one sent me there for nefarious purposes. However, I’d sure like to know who Nidal is…”

  Before he could finish, the door opened, and Jacob entered the room. Daniel’s brother looked like my husband-to-be, although Jacob’s dark brown hair lacked the waviness of Daniel’s, and his body build was leaner. I remembered the first time I met Jacob in the first century, sweeping the floor at Jacob’s Inn.

  Daniel stood and the two brothers greeted each other with warm hugs. I prayed Shira would sleep through their reunion. I understood just enough of the Hebrew to hear Daniel explain to his brother about our trip to Nepal and what he discovered about their father.

  After a few minutes, Jacob held up a square black bag in one hand and pointed at me with the other. “Do you need any first-aid? Any wounds or bleeding? I brought some emergency supplies.” He sat in the empty chair, his questioning eyes drawn to Shira.

  I glanced at Shira, relieved that I didn’t see anything on her or us that needed attention. “No, but I wish I had a towel to wash off the soot and dirt.”

  No sooner had I spoken than Jacob produced one from the kitchen. He even took the time to soak it with warm water.

  As I wiped Shira down with the warm cloth, Daniel explained to Jacob her story and showed him a photograph of her dead mother and father.

  Jacob shook his head. “I don’t know her parents. Thousands have died in this latest attack. It would be difficult to find any living relatives in this chaos—most likely the Gog-Magog War.”

  He leaned back. I noticed he looked spent since we had met a few weeks earlier, no doubt from lack of sleep and stress. Lines covered his forehead and his sunken eyes had lost some of their brilliance. Still, he was as mentally sharp as ever.

  “Ezekiel says it will take seven months to bury the dead,” Jacob said. “Who knows how many have already died. A lot has happened. The Antichrist will soon rise to power.”

  “Antichrist?” I asked.

  “I know who it is,” Jacob said. “But the world doesn’t. Not yet.”

  Could he see into the future? My curiosity was piqued. “Who is he?”

  “You wouldn’t recognize his name. He has no history in this dimension.”

  I bit my nail. “What do mean?”

  “He’s supernatural. Like the Nephilim, in a way, but…”

  “But what?” I asked.

  “You know who the Nephilim were in the Old Testament?”

  I nodded. “The fallen angels came down to earth and took women as wives. Their godless offspring were known as the Nephilim. They were half human and half demonic.”

  Jacob clarified. “The Bible says Nimrod became a great one, a Nephilim, and built the Tower of Babel, leading the first rebellion against God. Suppose his tomb was excavated and scientists extracted DNA from it?”

  That sounded too far-fetched to be possible. “They found Nimrod’s tomb?” I asked.

  “In Iraq in 2003, during the Gulf War.”

  Too many questions popped into my head.

  Jacob explained. “Suppose that DNA was mixed with human DNA in a test tube. You could create a race of Nephilim. Remember what Jesus said? As it was in the days of Noah, so shall it be in the days of the Son of Man.”

  “Do you think he was referring to the Nephilim?” Daniel asked, skeptical.

  Jacob shrugged. “There is nothing to indicate he wasn’t. At any rate, the earth dwellers won’t recognize this world leader as evil. Those who would will probably no longer be here. The rapture must be imminent—those who believe in one are looking for it to happen at any time. I may not be here when you return.”

  How many of those wicked underlings had we witnessed in Shambhala? And all those tortured souls in Hades. I could never forget their faces.

  Daniel and Jacob talked as my mind wandered. I longed to talk to my mother and my best friend, Rachel.

  I interjected. “Can we call the United States?”

  “Not easily,” Jacob said. “The EMP wiped out U.S. communications. North Korea was further along in their missile testing than anyone realized. U.S. efforts have been focused on rebuilding their military infrastructure. They can’t help us. I imagine it will be several more weeks to months before civilian communications are restored.”

  “That’s a long time,” I lamented.

  “Is the star gate still operational?” Daniel asked.

  Jacob nodded. “Why?”

  “What if we went back to the first century? I could talk to Nidal. He has to know something.”

  “Your best source of information is recovering from his injuries at the inn,” Jacob said.

  “Who is Nidal?” I asked. Daniel had mentioned his name before Jacob arrived.

  “Daniel saved his life,” Jacob said. “He is from this time, sent there by someone probably connected with the Illuminati.”

  Daniel asked his brother, “What do you think we should do?”

  “Go where God leads you. Time is short. Some things can only be understood spiritually. Prayer is essential.”

  “Maybe Shale is right. We don’t have many options here, and once Nidal leaves the inn, we may never know what he knows.”

  “Do you want to pray?” Jacob asked.

  “Yes, let’s pray,” Daniel said.

  We bowed our heads and joined hands as Daniel prayed first. “Dear heavenly Father, please help us to discern your will. Give us wisdom, and lead us where you want us to go. We want to serve you faithfully.”

  Jacob followed with prayer.

  I prayed last. “Dear Jesus, please help us to know what to do for Shira.”

  Jacob finished with words to a familiar song, “They Will Know We Are Christians by Our Love.”

  Once our voices stopped, a brief silence ensued before Daniel spoke. He glanced at me. “Any further thoughts?”

  I bit my lip. “I’m trusting you. It’s a big decision, one that has far-reaching implications.”

  “That’s for sure,” Daniel said.

  “You’re fortunate you were able to rescue Nidal,” Jacob said. “This might be your only opportunity to speak to him.”

  Daniel steepled his fingers. “We can return to the twenty-first century as soon as we talk to him. The more I think about it, the more I want to know what he knows. I think this is what God wants us to do. Certainly he has opened that door.”

  CHAPTER 4

  I GLANCED DOWN at Shira. “We must take Shira with us.”

  Jacob nodded. “I understand. But you need to know time travel is more dangerous now than before.”

  “What do you mean?” I asked.

  Jacob rubbed his hands. “The chasm between the physical world and spiritual realm is becoming unstable, as Satan and his minions gain more control. He’s the prince of the air now, but not for much longer.”

  Daniel leane
d forward. “Did you send me to the seventh dimension the first time?”

  Jacob shook his head. “You were transported back in time from Hurva Square, the synagogue. I believe the Illuminati sent you to get Shale’s scrolls. That’s probably why they sent Nidal also, as a backup plan if they were unable to get them through you.

  “Remember, they want to establish a one-world government that controls every aspect of people’s lives. To make that happen, their goal is to destroy all references to Yeshua in historical antiquities and literature.”

  Jacob flitted his hand dismissively. “Occult power is limited. Even if the New World Order burns every Bible, beheads every Christian, and takes over every country, they can’t succeed.”

  “Amen,” I said.

  Jacob pointed his finger at his brother. “You were never meant to enter the seventh dimension at the inn. That’s where God’s portal connects. God intercepted their star gate. You don’t remember anything unusual before you arrived?”

  Daniel closed his eyes. “No, but I do remember I had received a cut on my forehead that I couldn’t explain. Doctor Luke treated it.”

  Jacob stroked his chin. “I’m certain God intercepted the CERN star gate. Otherwise, you would have been transported to the gates of hell.”

  Surprise crossed Daniel’s face. “What?”

  “During the time of Jesus, the gates of hell were at the base of Mount Herman in Caesarea Philippi. Now it’s known as the Golan Heights.”

  Daniel and I sat in silence. What else did Jacob know that we didn’t know?

  “Are you familiar with freemasonry?” Jacob asked.

  Daniel rubbed his tired eyes. “Not that much.”

  Jacob tilted his head. “The location of the star gate is at 33 degrees latitude and 35 degrees longitude.”

  “What does that have to do with everything else?” Daniel asked.

  I remembered what my mother had said about my father being a Freemason. “Thirty-three is an important number for Freemasons in their initiation rites.”

  Before the thought escaped me, I added. “I remember my father suggested the Illuminati sent Daniel back in time to retrieve my scrolls. I had almost forgotten about that because when he said it, I didn’t believe him.”

  Jacob reassured Daniel. “God diverted you to the inn. I truly believe that. That’s what God showed me.”

  “What is your gift?” I asked.

  “I know things I have no way of knowing.” He turned his eyes towards Daniel. “How do you think your room was paid for when you arrived at the inn the first time?”

  Daniel swallowed. “I thought the ventriloquist paid for it.”

  Jacob shook his head. “It’s like us to interpret evil for good. Satan gives us enough of the truth or a strand of goodness that we believe we can trust his emissaries.”

  Daniel’s eyes fell. “I figured it out eventually, but not without a lot of regret.”

  “It took a while for you to believe. The ventriloquist tried to thwart God’s plans. The prayers of the saints protected you.”

  Goosebumps ran down my arms. “Jacob, your prayers bear much fruit. Please pray for my mother. I miss her so much.” Tears filled my eyes. “I don’t think she’s a believer.”

  Jacob leaned towards me. “This little one is safe because of you. Keep your thoughts on God’s miracles.”

  I sighed. I needed to remember that.

  Jacob continued. “When you arrive at the inn, two rooms will be available. Get as much information from Nidal as you can. We need names. Who sent him back in time? Ask him about Tariq. I don’t think he’s Nidal’s brother as the Illuminati wants us to believe. Of course, the Illuminati will send someone back to the first century to retrieve both. When they learn you’re back, they may come after you.”

  “Have you been to the inn recently?” I asked.

  “Things have been too unsettled here. It’s about the oil. Always has been.”

  “How do you know?” I asked.

  “The four horsemen of the apocalypse indicate it. The black horse represents oil. Russia and Turkey want to run a pipeline through Syria. Isn’t it amazing how they mended their broken friendship so they could collaborate?”

  Daniel shook his head. “The war of Gog and Magog, this is it, isn’t it?”

  Jacob nodded. “I think so. War, famine, suffering, and the tribulation are coming. Some wonder why the rapture hasn’t happened. I believe God has pushed the pause button.”

  “Why?” I asked.

  “God is allowing more Jews and Muslims to come to faith in Yeshua. Muslims are having dreams and visions.”

  Silence filled the air as heaviness weighed on me. How soon would Jesus return? I felt overwhelmed. Jacob’s reassuring voice brought me back to reality.

  “Remember, the seventh dimension is a spiritual world. We need God’s power to counter demonic forces. We’re dealing with people who have occult knowledge and will stop at nothing. They’ll win for a while, but we know who ultimately wins.”

  With that warning, Jacob motioned for us to follow him. We left the small prayer room and followed Jacob through a long, dark corridor to the star gate hidden in the complex.

  CHAPTER 5

  WHEN WE ARRIVED, a night sentry stood at the door. Jacob cleared us through security. Computer equipment hummed in the background as a hologram bathed the inside of the cave. Luminous rocks covered the sides of the opening and ceiling.

  “How many people have come through?” Daniel asked.

  “Since we learned about this star gate—thousands, including many of the one hundred forty-four thousand evangelists. We have sent many witnesses to Muslim countries. Time is short. Only believers, though, have used it.”

  “What about the Illuminati’s involvement?” Daniel asked.

  Jacob walked over and opened a hidden wall that revealed a bank of computers. He turned up the hologram power as he spoke. “The scientists at CERN have been opening star gates around the world. CERN’s focus from the beginning has been to release antimatter, also known as dark matter, into our physical world.

  “It’s only a matter of time before UFOs show up. Signs in the heavens will bring terror. Whatever Nidal tells you might be important.”

  Jacob’s eyes bore into his brother. “Because you saved his life, I think he’ll talk. I don’t know how many secrets he knows. Nidal may be a pawn in a bigger chess match. He came through their gateway, though, so he must have contacts.”

  I remembered how Much-Afraid had come to me at the King David Hotel before Jacob transported her back to America. “How much time has passed since we were last here?”

  “About a month,” Jacob said, “but it probably seems longer. Not long enough to fix the power grid in North America.”

  Jacob took two wooden chairs from a side closet and placed them inside the cave opening. The stone walls glistened in rainbow colors. Three and a half years had passed since I had been to the first century.

  “Are you ready?” Jacob asked me.

  I looked around. “I think so.”

  He motioned me to the chair, and Shira sat in my lap. The light bathed us in blues, greens, and yellows. Shira raised her hand as if to touch the light, snuggling her head against me.

  Daniel sat beside us.

  “I’ll stop by the inn once the crisis here is over,” Jacob said. “Godspeed.”

  Soon soothing music filled my ears and heavenly voices sang across the span of the heavens. The magnificent chorus filled me with longing, but within seconds, screams blasted my eardrums.

  “They’re mine,” a voice said. I knew we were in trouble.

  CHAPTER 6

  I HELD SHIRA tightly and swallowed my fear so as not to alarm her. Soupy nothingness surrounded us, and the voices mimicked the sounds of Shambhala. I knew a chasm separated us, but it was too close.

  Seconds later, a shofar blew, followed by blinding white light. As my eyes adjusted, I made out the images of dazzling angels wielding flaming swords. />
  God’s warring messengers were battling creatures wearing black cloaks and holding scimitars. The eyes of the darkened ones seethed. They had no hope. Even if we died between the worlds of good and evil, we belonged to the King.

  A sinister voice spoke to my mind. “You won’t escape this time.”

  Gloominess sunk in. We were caught between matter and antimatter at the boundary of the physical world and the spiritual realm. I prayed for God to strengthen his warriors. I could see the sharped, curved blades of God’s messengers cut through the blackness. Slowly, they entered enemy territory. The fallen angels fought back. They brandished terrifying swords no less powerful than God’s army.

  I covered Shira’s eyes and caught glimpses of Daniel through the shafts of scattered light. Molten fire dripped from scimitars. Lightning flashed across the heavens.

  The battle seemed unwinnable. God’s holy army would never give up.

  Imperceptibly at first, singing filled the celestial sphere.

  “I hear angels singing,” Shira said.

  The voices grew louder, strengthening God’s mighty ones, but the skirmish became more violent. Once again, I covered Shira’s eyes. I heard the voice I heard in the beginning. “They’re mine.”

  I remembered to whom I belonged. The angels of light fought valiantly. I knew both the good and evil angels would battle to the death—if it were possible for them to die.

  Tears came to my eyes as I became aware that every quarrel on earth was also fought in the heavens. The chorus of goodness sang with such conviction and power it cut like a knife.

  The strength of the underlings diminished. The swords of the fallen ones cooled disintegrating before our eyes.

  Some of them fled behind a curtain. Others slunk away in humiliation. There was no choice in the matter, no way of escaping submission. Everyone must submit to the risen King—even the smallest peon in Hades.

  Once the darkness fled, Yeshua’s light filled every corner of the expanding universe. A good angel laid his hands on Shira, dissipating her fear.

  Her soiled clothes became first century garments. My clothing was also transformed. Even our twenty-first century backpacks were now first century bags. Who was I to think I came up with this idea? God had gone before us…and soon we arrived at Jacob’s Inn.