Tuesday, November 27, 2012

The World at War

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“For God so loved the world that He gave His only begotten Son (Jesus), that whoever believes in Him should not perish but have everlasting life.”

John 3:16

“For from the rising of the sun, even to its going down, My name shall be great among the Gentiles; In every place incense shall be offered to My name, And a pure offering; For My name shall be great among the nations,” Says the Lord of hosts.”
Malachi 1:11

“I will bless the LORD, who hath given me counsel: my reins also instruct me in the night seasons. I have set the LORD always before me: because [he is] at my right hand, I shall not be moved. Therefore my heart is glad, and my glory rejoiceth: my flesh also shall rest in hope.”
Psalms 16:7-9


Now prophesy all these words against them and say to them: “The Lord will roar from on high; he will thunder from his holy dwelling and roar mightily against his land. He will shout like those who tread the grapes, shout against all who live on the earth. The tumult will resound to the ends of the earth, for the Lord will bring charges against the nations; he will bring judgment on all mankind and put the wicked to the sword,”” the man said boldly to any who would listen. Sadly no one seemed to care.

A lowly man dressed in rags walked up to the steps of the United Nations (UN) building in San Francisco, California. The building was host to the new United World Religion (UWR). He did not know if anyone would pay him any mind, but he had a message for the people—anyone who would listen. He stood on the top most step and unfolded his sign.


"Repent for the hour is at hand. Jesus came that you may have life and have it more abundantly. Jesus is the doorway to the kingdom of heaven. Without Him, there is no hope. Seek ye first the kingdom of God! For God so loved the world that He sent His only Begotten Son that whosoever believeth in Him shall have everlasting life. God loves each and every one of us. He does not want any to succumb  to the evil one. He wants us to not only have life but to be happy. He wants only the best for us. God loves each and every one of us."

Although he was unable to speak, he still had a voice. He prayed that someone would listen. People only glanced at him or they altogether avoided him. He sadly shook his head. He saw the man walking around the building; he wondered who he was.

The man walked around outside of the UN building. He looked up at the building of evil and spoke with a loud voice, “Now the spirit expressly says that in latter times some will depart from the faith by devoting themselves to deceitful spirits and teachings of demons, through the insincerity of liars, whose consciousness are seared, who forbid marriage and require abstinence from foods that God created to be received with thanksgiving by those who believe and know the truth.” 

The lowly man smiled as he listened to the man speak. His message was empowering. He watched as the man walked down the stairs and disappeared. Where did he go? He saw a police cruiser coming up the street and folded up his sign and left. He would go to another spot to give his voice.


“This is Gage Cameron with an unbelievable story for you today. China has declared war on Israel. They have launched numerous missiles at Israel. They are not the same types of missiles as the attacks earlier on Israel—these are actually detectable on radar. Israel has retaliated by sending return fire. I don’t know how long this is going to be going on. It seems that China is holding Israel responsible for the destruction of Beijing. How it is that they’ve come to this conclusion we are unsure; but what’s more disturbing is that several other countries have also declared war.

The United States has declared war on Canada and Iraq. England has declared war on Israel and China. France has declared war on the United States, England and Japan. There have been massive missile strikes today. Is there no end to all of this madness?
There are rumors that this is the beginning of another world war. Why are they blaming each other for the strange missile attacks from earlier in the week? Who is behind all of this? We still have no answers. May God be with us all. This is Gage Cameron, ICNN news.”

Nicolaitanes Balac turned the television off and sat back in his chair thoughtfully; he had just finished watching the breaking news report with Rosalind. He was very pleased. Everything was going according to his plans. The next couple of phases would be the most important. If all went according to his plans he would soon be in control of the entire world. He smiled at this. If only they knew what this was really all about, what I am really after. He laughed maniacally. Rosalind Carey laid her hand on his shoulder. 

“You have done very well, Nicolaitanes. In due time you will come into your purpose here, I am proud of you,” Rosalind said smiling.

 “Thank you Rosalind,” Nicolaitanes replied. 

He was proud of himself. He was accomplishing everything that  he set out to do. Yes this is definitely my time.

 “They will turn to me for help and they will worship me and choose me over you. You will see, they do not want you. You love them but yet they still do not choose you. Why do you love these humans? ” he said out loud. 

There was no answer but he did not really expect there to be. He would have been surprised if The Master had spoken to him. He smiled as he stared out at the world. The world was in the beginning of a war and he would be there waiting for just the right time and opportunity for what lay ahead.
The man stood staring up at Nicolaitanes boldly, for he knew who he truly was. He knew that he would trick the people and many would fall for it;  this greatly saddened the man. 

And I saw when the Lamb opened one of the seals, and I heard, as it were the noise of thunder, one of the four beasts saying, Come and see.  And I saw, and behold a white horse: and he that sat on him had a bow; and a crown was given unto him: and he went forth conquering, and to conquer.  And when he had opened the second seal, I heard the second beast say, Come and see.  And there went out another horse [that was] red: and [power] was given to him that sat thereon to take peace from the earth, and that they should kill one another: and there was given unto him a great sword.  And when he had opened the third seal, I heard the third beast say, Come and see. And I beheld, and lo a black horse; and he that sat on him had a pair of balances in his hand.  And I heard a voice in the midst of the four beasts say, A measure of wheat for a penny, and three measures of barley for a penny; and [see] thou hurt not the oil and the wine.  And when he had opened the fourth seal, I heard the voice of the fourth beast say, Come and see.  And I looked, and behold a pale horse: and his name that sat on him was Death, and Hell followed with him. And power was given unto them over the fourth part of the earth, to kill with sword, and with hunger, and with death, and with the beasts of the earth. Woe to the inhabiters of the earth and of the sea! for the devil is come down unto you, having great wrath, because he knoweth that he hath but a short time,” he declared boldly and was gone. 

All around the earth people were clinging to their television sets. Afraid that if they turned them on, they would hear about another missile strike taking out another complete civilization or worse one in their own back yard. Afraid that if they didn’t turn them on, they would surely miss something important. They did not know what to make of the latest news report. All of this talk about war lately—the world was falling apart. The people of the world were terrified by the events going on. No one knew who was attacking countries with the new missile warfare which made it difficult to even suspect or guess who would be next. How could they defend themselves against an unknown and extremely dangerous foe? How could anyone? It would be like trying to catch an invisible man—nearly impossible. What were they to do?

The man’s heart was extremely heavy now as he walked the earth. He knew what was about to come to the inhabitants of the earth and he was saddened by it but joyous at the same time. Saddened because he knew the hurt, sadness, turmoil and deaths of those who would never get a chance to live with the Father and the pain that it would cause to their families and friends. Joyous because at the end of all of this the Son would be returning to the people who persevered until the very end—what a happy reunion that was going to be.  Sadly he knew that the love of many would wax cold during these times. He walked slowly through various villages, towns and cities throughout the world and then he was gone.

The Iranian Alliance, a large terrorist group based out of Iran,  had sleeper cells inside of the United States. They infiltrated into the United States fifteen years ago, right after the bombings of September 11th. They never knew when they might have to use them when they sent them in. But now seemed like that very day. The Iranian government was thoroughly convinced that the United States—The Great Satan, was responsible for the war that the world was currently in and if something wasn’t done soon that they (the Americans) would invade and take over their country as they had tried to do with Afghanistan, Iraq, Sudan, Pakistan and Israel. They truly believed this with every fiber of their being. They believed that nothing good could possibly come out of the United States no matter what the Americans kept promising. It was time to take action. All across the United States, phones started to ring activating the cell.

In Dallas, Texas Malik Hassad looked at his cell phone. It was the first time that it had ever rung since his family had moved to the United States fifteen years ago.  His father had given the sacred cell phone to him three years ago on his deathbed. His father had died of pancreatic cancer, leaving behind his wife, Anahita and four sons Malik, Kahveh, Abdi and Ali. It had devastated his family. The phone was the only treasure that he had of his father’s. He was now the man of the house as he was the eldest son. Albeit he was only sixteen years old, he was very mature for his age. Kahveh was fourteen years old, Abdi was ten years old and little Ali was only seven years old. He knew that he would have to tell his mother that it was time—it was going to break her heart. Maybe he could somehow leave his younger siblings out of it, but he did not think so. He wondered why the sudden decision to enact the mission was. Why now after fifteen years? He watched as his brothers played basketball in the yard. How they loved this American game. 

“What the heck, it can wait,” he said.

He got up and joined his brothers—playing basketball for the last time.  The cell phone rang again and he listened to the message. He knew that he would be unable to leave his brothers out of this. He gathered his brothers together and told them about the wonderful adventure that they were going to go on this evening.

Operation Dark Angel By Pam Funke

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“For God so loved the world that He gave His only begotten Son (Jesus), that whoever believes in Him should not perish but have everlasting life.”

John 3:16

“I will extol You, my God, O King; And I will bless Your name forever and ever. Every day I will bless You, And I will praise Your name forever and ever. Great is the Lord, and greatly to be praised; And His greatness is unsearchable.”

Psalm 145:1-3

“For from the rising of the sun, even to its going down, My name shall be great among the Gentiles; In every place incense shall be offered to My name, And a pure offering; For My name shall be great among the nations,” Says the Lord of hosts.” Malachi 1:11

“He who testifies to these things says, “Surely I am coming quickly.” Amen. Even so, come Lord Jesus! The grace of our Lord Jesus Christ be with you all. Amen.”
Revelation 22:20-21


“And I saw a woman sit upon a scarlet colored beast, full of names of blasphemy, having seven heads and ten horns. And the woman was arrayed in purple and scarlet colour, and decked with gold and precious stones and pearls, having a golden cup in her hand full of abominations and filthiness of her fornication: And upon her forehead was a name written, MYSTERY, BABYLON THE GREAT, THE MOTHER OF HARLOTS AND ABOMINATIONS OF THE EARTH……………….”

Revelation 17:3-5

Mariel Balac was a young, beautiful Italian woman who had lived in Rome all of her life. She lived on a large beautiful estate that had belonged to her family for generations. There was talk that it had been built by her great-great grandfather, who was some famous architect. Her family was very prominent in Rome. She was after all a direct descendant of the Roman Emperor Nero Germanicus. Her family was well off. She had gone to private Catholic schools her whole life. Even now, she was attending college at a private school run by the Catholic church. She had not picked a major yet, as she was a little unsure of what she really wanted to do.

She liked children and thought perhaps a teacher—but at the same time she was really good with people. Complete strangers often sought her out to get advice from her. Even when she was a child people would come to her with their problems. She had always been a good listener.

It was a beautiful fall day. It was cool out but not yet cold. She enjoyed this time of year. Rome was a beautiful city with all of its history, but she especially loved Rome in the fall when all the leaves were changing colors. She had planned on walking by the Coliseum. She loved walking amongst the old walls; she imaged the history of the place.

“Mariel?” the voice called startling Mariel. She looked around but did not see anyone. “Mariel?” the voice called again. Mariel stopped in her tracks. She was sure that she had heard someone calling her. “Who’s there?” she called out timidly. She looked all around her. “Mariel, you have been a faithful daughter. You have kept yourself pure. For that I am going to bless you with a child,” the voice continued. Mariel was flabbergasted. Surely she was hearing things; perhaps someone was playing a joke on her. “Okay now, whoever you are this isn’t funny! The joke’s over—come out of hiding please,” Mariel said a little annoyed.

“Mariel, this is no laughing matter. You are a good and faithful servant. I am going to bless you with a child,” The voice said. Mariel sat down on the curb. She suddenly felt very light-headed. “But that is impossible. I do know what it takes for one to become pregnant and I have done no such thing!” Mariel replied. “I do not even have a boyfriend for heaven’s sake,” Mariel sighed. “You will have a son and you are to call him Nicolaitanes. This child will grow up to do great things,” the voice continued.

Mariel was stunned, she finally got it. She was being chosen to carry The Child, her. Wow. She was completely honored. She hoped that her father would be proud of her. She was so excited. She believed that this was the voice of God talking to her and choosing her to carry the Messiah. “It shall be my honor,” She replied joyfully. “And Mariel?” the voice called. “Yes?” she replied. “No one must know of this. Not even your family. There will be those who will not want this child to be born. He must be protected at all costs,” the voice continued. What was she going to do now? She would be all alone. She sat there just staring blankly.

“Do not worry child. Everything will be alright. You will not be alone. Go to the coliseum and wait just inside the gate. There you will meet a woman named Rosalind. She will be your protector. Go with her, she will help you with everything. And remember, you must not tell anyone about this conversation. Do you understand?” the voice replied and was gone.

Mariel got up and headed to the coliseum. She was having mixed feelings about this. Joy because she would be carrying a child, but also sadness because she couldn’t even let her family share in that joy. She realized that she wasn’t even going to get to tell them goodbye. She sighed. Perhaps after the child was born she would be allowed to let her family be involved. She laid her hand gently over her abdomen and smiled. She was going to be carrying a little person inside her. She smiled. She quickly started walking towards the coliseum and her new journey.

Rosalind Carey was waiting patiently in the shadows just inside the gate to the coliseum. She was anxious. The voice had told her to meet a young woman here. A pure, young lady had finally been chosen to birth this important little boy. It was finally time. She was glad to have been chosen as the child’s protector. “What a great honor that was,” Rosalind thought.

She kept peering around the corner anxiously watching for the young woman. “Be patient, Ros. She will be here soon enough. Is the house prepared for her arrival?” the voice said calmly. “Yes. Everything is ready. The others are there as well,” Rosalind replied. “Good. Take good care of her,” The voice replied and was gone.

Mariel walked shyly into the coliseum. The voice had not said what this Rosalind person looked like. She was a little wary. “Rosalind? Are you here?” she whispered. “Wow. The young woman is incredibly beautiful. I can see why she was chosen,” Rosalind thought as she stepped out of the shadows. “You must be Mariel. I’m Rosalind. It is a pleasure to meet you,” Rosalind said warmly extending her hand. “She seems nice. Kind of reminds me of Adrianne’s mother, Mariel thought. She shook Rosalind’s hand. “Are you ready to go? I promise that I will take good care of you. I will be there every step of the way," Rosalind smiled leading the way.

They walked out a side entrance from the coliseum. There was a black Lexus waiting for them. Rosalind helped her into the back seat of the car then got in herself. “This is going to be exciting.” Mariel said. “I’m sorry Mom and Dad. I love you guys. Please don’t worry too much about me,” Mariel thought. No one saw the car or its occupants leave. This was a journey that Mariel would soon regret.

It was a cold, dreary night in Rome, Italy. It had been raining all day long. Rosalind was excited. It was almost time for Mariel to deliver her baby. Rosalind had been busy running errands all morning. She was heading back to the estate now to prepare the room for delivery. Mariel was going to have this baby at home; there would be no visit to the local hospital. She would be surrounded by her new family (those who had been chosen by the voice to surround Mariel to protect the baby). Rosalind had much experience delivering babies; she was after all a mid-wife. She entered the house and placed her bags on the kitchen counter, she was going to check on Mariel before setting things up just right.

She went upstairs to Mariel’s bedroom and knocked softly on the door. “Mariel, may I come in?” Rosalind asked. Mariel was lying on her bed. She was sweating and in great pain. “Come in Rosalind,” she replied. Rosalind rushed to the side of her bed. Mariel didn’t look so good. She went into the master bath and ran some cool water into a bowl. She grabbed the bowl and a washcloth and went back over to the bed. She dipped the cloth into the cool water, wrung it out and gently wiped Mariel’s face. She touched her forehead with the back of her hand. Mariel felt a tad bit warm; Ros knew that she was feverish. She drew Mariel’s covers back. She lifted off Mariel’s nightgown and wiped her body down with the cool water. Then she gently checked the dilation of Mariel’s cervix. “She is dilating quite nicely. It won’t be much longer now,” Rosalind thought to herself.

She smiled at her and held her hand gently. “The baby is going to be coming soon, Mariel. You won’t be in pain much longer. I promise,” Rosalind said. Mariel smiled weakly at her friend and mid-wife. “I’m going to rest for a while. You go and prepare the delivery room, Ros. I will be alright,” Mariel stated. Rosalind lifted a glass of water in which she had dissolved some powdered ocimum sanctum to Mariel’s lips. “Drink this; it will make you feel a little better,” Rosalind stated. There would be no man-made medicine given to Mariel; only herbs would be used during her child birth. Rosalind put the glass on the night stand, wiped Mariel’s body down again, and then left the room. The priest was preparing himself in the study. The time was drawing near. “Paul, upon the completion of the delivery of the child, you are to sacrifice the girl. Then I want you and Ros to take the child to the house in the country. Leave no trace that you were ever here. Is that understood?” the voice stated. Paul nodded solemnly, “I understand.”

She took the items that she had purchased into the delivery room. She sterilized the table with bleach and placed the clean sheets onto it. She placed numerous candles on the tables on either side of the bed. They were aromatic candles and would be used for not only their light but to help ease the childbirth along. She next sterilized the baby bassinet and the tools used for cutting the umbilical cord. Lastly, she set up the altar. She then glanced around the room making sure that everything was in place then turned off the lights and left the room. She walked into the study and nodded at the man sitting there. “Everything is set up and ready. It is almost time to move Mariel down to the delivery room,” Rosalind stated then turned and left the room. The man gathered his things and went down into the delivery room.

He caught Rosalind’s eye and sadly shook his head. Rosalind was saddened by this. She had come to like and love Mariel as a daughter. She had hoped that it would not have had to come to this. But she knew that there would be no pleading or reasoning with the voice. She gathered herself, resigning with the decision. There would be no tears.

The man stood sadly outside of the house in the thunderstorm. “Behold, a fourth beast, terrifying, dreadful and exceedingly strong. It has great iron teeth. It will devour and break in pieces what is left with its feet. It is different from all the beasts before it and has ten horns,” the man said.

Rosalind went back upstairs to check on Mariel. Mariel was in the middle of a strong contraction; the extensive pain etched on her face. Rosalind walked over to her and held her hand. She gently smoothed Mariel’s beautiful black hair off of her forehead. When the contraction was over, she gently wiped Mariel’s body down with the cool water and checked the dilation of her cervix again. She smiled up at her, “Mariel, it is time. I will help you walk down to the delivery room now. Soon you will have a beautiful son,” Mariel smiled and nodded weakly. Rosalind helped her to her feet and covered her nakedness with a clean bed sheet. She supported Mariel’s weight and helped her slowly down the stairs to the delivery room in the basement.

They were all waiting for her. The room was dark with the exception of the light glow of the lit candles. The man from the study was kneeling in prayer before the altar. Mariel could not understand what the man was saying; she had long since forgotten her Latin. But she knew that he was saying a prayer for her and the baby. There were others in the room, but she could not see their faces in the darkness. They stood quietly around the table.

Rosalind helped Mariel lie down on the table. She then took the sterile robe and put it on over her clothes; she pulled her hair back into a ponytail and sterilized her hands. She removed the sheet off of Mariel and placed her legs in position for delivery. She saw that Mariel was fully dilated now. “Okay Mariel. On the next contraction you are going to start pushing so we can get this baby out,” Rosalind said. She nodded to the two women on either side of Mariel’s head. They moved forward and helped Mariel sit up. They supported her back and held her hands. The next contraction was excruciating for Mariel, she felt as though she were going to rip in half. But despite the pain, she pushed as she was told. Mariel was exhausted already. She did not think that she had the strength to go through this. The next contraction hit—Mariel screamed in pain. Rosalind smiled, this was going well. It would soon be over. She pushed gently towards her on Mariel’s abdomen. The baby would be here soon. She nodded again to the women supporting Mariel; they gently laid her back down to rest. “You are doing really well, Mariel. Don’t give up. It will be over soon. The baby’s head is starting to crown,” Rosalind smiled. “I’m so tired Ros. But, okay…….. I’ll try,” Mariel replied weakly. She tried sitting back up on her own but couldn’t. The women helped her up and supported her again.

The man stood sadly outside of the house in the thunderstorm. “Behold, a fourth beast, terrifying, dreadful and exceedingly strong. It has great iron teeth. It will devour and break in pieces what is left with its feet. It is different from all the beasts before it and has ten horns," the man said. He looked up towards heaven and with a flash of lightning he was gone.

A nasty thunderstorm had started up outside. Huge bolts of lightning were shooting across the sky. The thunder was so loud it sounded like enormous cannons being shot off in the room The priest smiled creepily. “You cannot stop this child from being born,” he thought. Five contractions later –it was over. The baby boy was here and wailing away. Rosalind had just laid him on Mariel’s stomach and was cutting the umbilical cord. She cleaned up the baby and handed him to the priest. He laid the baby down on the altar and marked his forehead with the ash from the candle. He handed the child back to Rosalind. Rosalind carried the child over to Mariel and laid him on her breast. Mariel breast-fed the hungry child. “My little Nicolaitanes,” she said as she smiled down at her beautiful baby boy. She kissed him gently.

The woman took the child from Mariel and wrapped him in the clean sheet and placed him in the bassinet. They carried the bassinet upstairs to the nursery. “Must we do this?” Rosalind asked the priest. “You know the answer to that,” the voice replied. “So the voice was back now.” Rosalind thought. She walked over to her friend hugged her, kissed her forehead and then left the room. Rosalind was halfway up the stairs when she heard Mariel scream for the last time. Her friend was dead and there was nothing she could do about it. She would now be raising little Nicolaitanes as her own as the voice had instructed.

Little Nicolai was a handsome and talented child. He would woo anyone who came into contact with him. He had this way of making people do whatever he wanted. Everywhere he went, people fell in love with this intelligent, handsome, blue-eyed black-haired child. Throughout school he was always the top of his class, president of all the clubs that he was involved in; he was even valedictorian of his graduating class. He had his master’s degree in political science by the time he was 23 years old. By the time he was 4 years old, he knew what it was that he wanted to be when he grew up—and he was going to get it no matter what it took.

A young man was rapidly moving through the ranks of the Catholic church. Everywhere that he went people flocked to him. The archdiocese was closely watching his progress. They were enthralled by what he was accomplishing. They had never seen anything quite like it. It was incredible. Surely this young man was a blessing from God! They decided to have him brought from the United States to Rome. They wanted to interrogate him and see for themselves just how true it all was. They were very excited about it. Perhaps he was the one that they were waiting for. The one who would unite the world.

Patriarch Josef Bartola was impressed by his invitation by the archdiocese to come to Rome. He was pleased by the possibilities that this meeting could lead to. He was a man with a vision—to unite the world to serve one god and to bring peace and unity in the process. He was already working on this dream of his. He had thus far unified several churches in the United States, Africa, The Sudan, China, and Japan. Everywhere he went he preached the word of God—in his own words. Every time that he preached the sanctuary was filled to capacity. People flocked to hear him speak. He had the voice of an angel, he was told over and over again. He was touched by the hand of God others would say. He loved all the attention that he was getting. He especially loved reading and hearing about himself on the television.

He very carefully choose his wardrobe for the trip. He wanted to look his best. After finishing packing for his trip, he took a cab down to the local casino to gamble for a while. He was dressed casually—no one would recognize him as the same man. He felt right at home amongst the gamblers, the alcoholics and the smokers. For he was after all, all of these things. So of course, he fit right in. He was pulling the handle of his slot machine when he noticed this beautiful blonde-haired woman watching him from across the aisle. He lifted his glass in a toast to her and smiled. She smiled back and walked over to him.

“Is anyone using this slot machine? she asked him smiling. “No, my dear. It’s all yours,” he replied patting the seat next to him. “Are you here alone?” he asked. She glanced at him and smiled. “Now if I had come here with someone, do you really think that I would be sitting here with you?” she replied. She gently touched his hand. He was a little surprised. Picking up women had never really been this easy for him before. “Would you like to join me upstairs for a nightcap?” he asked. She hesitated for a moment. She had never done this before, but he was so darn cute. Besides, she was lonely. She took his hand, “Sure. Just lead the way.” They left the casino area and headed upstairs. He glanced at his watch; he had plenty of time before his flight left for Rome.

After the massive terrorist attacks of 9/11, the United States started beefing up its defenses. Normal security was increased which was to be expected. But one thing not expected was the United States’ sudden interest in various biological warfare experiments. The US military wanted private facilities built all across the United State. For these facilities, the pentagon wanted the best architectural company in the world to build the facilities. They were very interested in a new and upcoming company called Carey Balac Architetti based in Rome, Italy. The President flew out to Rome to meet with the owner of the company, a man named Nicolaitanes Balac. He went over with Nicolaitanes exactly what it was that he was looking for and Nicolaitanes showed him various blueprints for buildings he had previously built. The President was very impressed. He had Nicolaitanes create some various designs and blueprints and also a few models. Nicolaitanes would then have to come to the United States to do a presentation and bid for the contract. The President assured him that he more or less would be given the contract. Nicolaitanes was very pleased. His company had only been up and running a few short years, but this would help build his company worldwide. He was quite pleased with this new development. Yes, he was finally on his way.

The President was very pleased with what Nicolaitanes had come up with when he came before the presidential board. The Secretary of Defense was very happy with the plans for the new facilities. They would be prepared for the next attack, if ever there was one.

Nicolaitanes Balac’s company was given the contracts. All across the United States top secret laboratory facilities were being built. They were elaborate buildings, all with secret underground portions. The general public to include active duty military on the vases where these buildings were being built had no clue. After all, they did not have the need to know. It was a matter of national security.

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The Fallen are angels that were cast out of heaven for disobeying God and choosing to follow Lucifer. They were cast down to earth where they mated with human women. What happened to them? What happened to their children? What if after being cast down to earth many changed their minds and wanted to reconcile with God? What if their children did?

My name is Kara. I am a Nephilim, a daughter of the fallen. There are many here like me. Not all of us choose to follow the one called Lucifer. Many of us, like me, are seeking ways to reconcile our people to God. Join me as we fight for our freedom to follow God.

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Michael Godfrey is the world's richest man. All of his wealth though, isn't making him happy. What can he do to become happy? After spending much needed  quality time with God, he sets out on a mission for God. He seeks out people to give $50,000 a week for life. But there's a catch: they must use $10,000 of it a week to help perfect strangers. They must do something to improve that person's life drastically; make them happy. If not, then they will forfeit the money to someone else. Can he find people willing to do this? Will this mission make him happy or will hes still be so unhappy with his life? What would you do if he offered this opportunity to you?

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Nicolaitanes Balac is dead and the world is at a loss. The world is still in the midst of World War III and there's no hope in sight for peace. What happened to all of the Christians (one fourth of the world's population)? If they were the ones responsible for the start of World War III and all of the violence and turmoil going on today as the United World Religion (UWR) claims, then why aren't they here? Some people are starting to question the motives of the UWR. Who will come to save the world? Pope Josef Balac has risen to power as head of the UWR. Will he become the world's new hope? Or will the world continue to spiral out of control?

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Cathryn is a teen-aged girl living in a society full of evil. But she and her brother Joshua are different from all of the others. They are Seekers of the Light. Seekers of the Light are the minority group that are still seeking after the ways of God. They meet up with other seekers, Sara and Khadijah, on an incredible journey. Can they succeed in living lives acceptable to God in a world that is seeking after the ways of The Ancient One? Or will they fail?

Potential book synopsis:
 Meet the Johnson family, an extremely happy, middle-class family. All of this changed with the death of their 3 year old son. Keith's wife, Susan is unable to cope with the death and blames Keith. Their marriage quickly crumbles thereafter. Then Keith is given a big promotion which requires their family to move to Walla Walla, Washington. He figures that the new job and a change of scenery will help his wife to finally heal and give them a chance to fix their marriage.

Just when things seem to be going well for the Johnsons, in walks Dixie LaRou, a seductive beautiful young woman who has eyes for Keith. Keith and Susan's marriage is still on a rocky path and Keith falls for Dixie. He's ready to sever his marriage when his children disappear. In fact, all of the town's children have disappeared. Will this be the incentive needed to repair and save his marriage or will this be the final straw and lead to divorce?

 Potential book synopsis:

Hello, my name is Israel Jacobs. I am 14 years old. I just returned from a most unusual but exciting trip to Israel with my family. My mom is a world famous archeologist, who is bent on proving the Bible to the world. Although my mom's job is pretty cool. I'm not all that into the religion thing. At least I didn't used to be until now.

My sister and I accompanied her on her latest archeological dig in Israel where I found a magical stone that transported me on adventure that you will never believe. Can you believe that I am actually witnessing what she (my mom) is trying to prove? I still cannot believe it myself and I am actually witnessing it with my own eyes. Come join me on my adventure through time and on my own special quest. Come with me and we'll discover God together.

Books similar to The Apocalypse Series


Left Behind series by Tim LaHaye and Jerry Jenkins


An airborne Boeing 747 is headed to London when, without any warning, passengers mysteriously disappear from their seats. Terror and chaos slowly spread not only through the plane but also worldwide as unusual events continue to unfold. For those who have been left behind, the apocalypse has just begun.

Apocalypse  series by Mel Odom


In a single cataclysmic moment, First Sergeant Samuel Adams "Goose" Gander finds himself center stage in the opening act of the Apocalypse. Goose and the men of the 75th Army Rangers fight to survive a massive attack on the Turkish-Syrian border. Battling his own failing faith, Goose prays for the lives of his men and the innocents who are caught in the rain of bullets and missiles.

Back home, Goose’s wife, Megan, fears for her husband and rebellious teenage son while she struggles to save another family. But her life is upended by an incredible, confusing, remarkable occurrence. She’s not alone.

End of State series by Neesa Hart


 From the back rooms of the U.S. government to the world stage of the United Nations, End of State explores the world of politics and government as it is changed forever by the Rapture.

This new series, combining the explosiveness of the Left Behind universe with the immediacy of West Wing-style political thrills, takes the Rapture and ratchets up the tension to a fever pitch. Written by political insider Neesa Hart, who has won prestigious awards both for her writing and for her youth ministry in churches across America.

Scars by Patience Prence



Cataclysmic natural disasters
Global economic chaos
Political turbulence
Mass deception

The Apocalypse has just begun....

Sixteen-year-old Rebekah Silver is your average teenager living in Southern California. She worries only about learning her cheerleading routines and passing her math test. But as world dictators rise to power and devastating disasters claim millions of lives she is inspired to search for answers. Becky soon discovers her world is quickly coming to an end, just as it was prophesied. Now she must decide whether to risk her life to follow the laws of God or surrender her soul to the law of man in this action-packed thriller.
Will Becky survive?

Revelation comes to life in this action packed thriller. Discover the possible answers to many questions such as, "Who is the Antichrist? The False Prophet? The name that equates to 666 in both Greek and Hebrew?" and "What are the Mark of the Beast and the image of the beast?"
Other prophecies included:

How the antichrist will be revealed
The lie
Who will be deceived by the antichrist
The ten-horned kingdoms of the Beast
The 144,000
The Two Witnesses
The Peace Treaty

Scars is shocking and eye-opening but essential reading in a world of confusing theories. There is no other end-times fiction book like this.

The Harbinger by Jonathan Cahn


 Is it possible...

That there exists an ancient mystery that holds the secret of America s future?

That this mystery lies behind everything from 9/11 to the collapse of the global economy?

That ancient harbingers of judgment are now manifesting in America?

That God is sending America a prophetic message of what is yet to come?

Before its destruction as a nation, ancient Israel received nine harbingers, prophetic omens of warning. The same nine harbingers are now manifesting in America with immediate ramifications for end-time prophecy.

Hidden in an ancient biblical prophecy from Isaiah, the mysteries revealed in The Harbinger are so precise that they foretold recent American events down to the exact days. The revelations are so specific that even the most hardened skeptics will find it hard to dismiss or put down. It sounds like the plot of a Hollywood thriller with one exception... IT S REAL.

The prophetic mysteries are revealed through an intriguing and engaging narrative the reader will find hard to put down. The Harbinger opens with the appearance of a man burdened with a message he has received from a mysterious figure called The Prophet. The Prophet has given him nine seals, each containing a message about America s future. As he tells of his encounters with The Prophet, from a skyscraper in New York City, to a rural mountaintop, to Capitol Hill, to Ground Zero, the mystery behind each seal is revealed. As the story unfolds, each revelation becomes a piece in a greater puzzle the ramifications of which will even alter the course of world history.

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