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Mephistôpheles pointed at the planet below them. "We've traveled the world in vehicles just like this since the beginning. We have many disciples of other cultures and races that you cannot fracking imagine; they've built wondrous monuments to us and landing fields to worship our magnificence. Many are primitive and we wonder them with our presence; but to you and only you, god give this whole earth to – to subdue them and all those that draw fracking breath. "We've never been interested in revealing ourselves to the naive until our god rules the battlefield called earth de facto. Though many have seen us traveling their skies, they'll never discern the truth of us – this is the greatest secret you must keep by any means necessary. They must never know who we really are – ever. "We have outposts on the dark side of the moon, on other planets, the moons of Uranus, under the earth, and in the deepest oceans – as we live amongst you molding all earth for our god's determination. We are those who traverse the holographic called the material world, the Watchers who've existed since the dawn of mankind. We surf the dimensional membranes everywhere unseen, but seeing all. "We are the All Seeing Eye (the eye of Horus), because we see everything, control everything and mold everything into Lucifer's will. And what is his will? Existential debaucheries, mass death, human sacrifice, mass murder of the empirical innocent, unending wars, and nuclear discord. The more...

The Universes of God 3: The Chronicles of The Antichrist preview   Prolouge Chapter One Con'td Prolouge The Universes of God III From the dark side of the moon, the Devil disappeared in a brilliant flash of light, as his Illuminated Elite recoiled astonished startled. He flashed caged three miles above the thirteen-billion square mile Throne Room. Billions studied the Angel who created all this trouble keenly, waiting to see what Yahshua would do. Yahshua spoke to the sea of life before him, pointing at the temporal prison on the massive Throne Podium – a locked transparent alternate reality thirty yards cubed. “This prison will be Lucifer’s meat until Michael permanently evicts him from our Heaven. He’ll never travel our earth again until the Age of Aquarius; remaining irrevocably cursed until his lifeless shell is thrown into the lake of fire. And we as a people will celebrate his death, before we erase all remembrance of him and those who follow him - away from our holy Creation…”Luciah interrupted lamenting; nothing worse could happen now. “We were both one of a kind, special and different from everyone else: the only constructed before the Grand Construction of All Souls. Yahaveh elevated you a stinking God and made all the Angels worship you, while viciously denying me that glorious honor even though I loved him with all my heart too. The only reward I got was a stinking tattoo on my thigh; The One should’ve made me a God too…to be fair…”The Devil...

“Simon Peter, this is the Rabbi I told you about. He’s staying at your house.” Simon Peter eyed Jesus suspiciously; all priests were corrupt. “Are you one of those Rabbis that take our money like the Romans? Or are you going to tell me you’re like John the Baptist. I thought he’d help us, but he is in jail over the king’s bedroom sins – what a kick in the butt. “No one talks about the real stinking problem – the Romans who subdue us. I could care less about the spiritual when this stinking world is going to hell and dragging me with it!” Jesus laughed. He took a step toward Simon Peter and said, “Take the boat out again and I’ll come with you.” He looked at him incredulously and then at Andrew. Simon Peter sighed deeply choosing his words carefully, endeavoring no disrespect; but he was tired to the bone, wet, and sore all over - it came out wrong. “We fracking just got here; we’ve been out four stinking days! I am tired, disgusted, and miss my damn wife and children. Not today Rabbi, maybe another time.” He turned around and screamed, "Get the nets out of the fracking boat!" He returned to help unload provisions and gear off the fishing vessel. Andrew gave a tortured look to Jesus and ran after Peter, “Listen to the Rabbi – believe me, he’s truly a man of God. Please Simon, do this one thing – I swear on my...

On the massive Throne Podium high above the fishbowl universe, Yahaveh looked upon Mariah sadly before he fell to his face before the Thrones; the Son of God gestured him to stand. And three and a half miles below the Throne Podium, hundreds of millions of the Martyred by the Blood waited in depressive expectation. With tears streaming Mariah looked into The One's red eyes, sputtering on the words. “O Lord, I bring to your remembrance when all the morning stars sang with joy. Though we're stupid compared to your infinite wisdom, incline your ear to our supplications and forgive us for asking repeatedly; but tell us again, how long my Lord? “How long will you permit your enemy dominion over those who love you? How long will they be beasts of burden, cattle, fleeced, and ridden into the dusts of death by those that absolutely hate you? How long will you allow this scalding wickedness in your face while blatantly letting our tears be disparaged, unavenged, and always ignored? How long will you let them turn your glory into shame? And how much longer must we witness the madness and blood, and see our brothers suffer blast furnace tortured without reprieve, for supposed righteousness' sake? “And though righteousness seems an eternity in coming, we're still incapable of calling your abeyance unsound no matter how deep it wounds. With the tears and trembling hearts, we beg you Lord to end the insufferable unimaginable injustice below us. How can anyone be happy...