Yehovah would issue His decree.’ A great thundering issued from the throne, through the mist – the roar of a thousand waters. Then the mists rose and the gracious, noble voice resounded through the plains. ‘We receive the blood sacrifice of Golgotha for the Race of Men. All who reject My Son remain under the kingship of Satan and his damned – never to enter these gates. All those of the Race of Men who receive the great and terrible blood sacrifice of My Son shed at Golgotha, I now set free from the tyranny of Satan. I declare Myself their Father and their God. I shall set My royal seal upon their heads.’ The mists rose and, through the golden hues, the dim outline of a form of immense stature could be seen through the golden undulating mists. Torrential waves of compassion and unending mercies flowed from His being like a vigorous living deluge over the plains. And then, for a moment, a moment so fleeting, Yehovah’s face became visible. The whole of heaven fell prostrate, as though dead, in the very majesty and awe of Him.
But, I was falling. I could only cling to you, Father.” “Yes. Such faith.” “Oh, no, Father; I failed you so badly.” Again, I felt the Father’s smile and His great and tender pleasure. “Beloved.... He was greatly moved. “In those times of abandonment. “In those times of utter desolation, when you felt completely abandoned by Me. And that Heaven was silent. “When the lies of the enemy assailed your mind, screaming. “When you clung to Me by what seemed to you to be just a thread. “A gossamer thread. “As some reading these pages are clinging right now. “Know this, My child.” I watched as I saw the Father weeping. “Your clinging to Me, My beloved child, was to Us one of the greatest acts of faith in your entire earthly life.
Chessler squirmed in his chair. “Not entirely. In the unlikely event that the transportation of two billion Christians occurs, it could throw the entire ten kingdoms into chaos.” He lowered his voice. “It could start a world revolution against the one-world government—make the greatest case for Christianity since the resurrection.” Jason stared skeptically at his uncle. “If over a billion people got transported into the ether, with credible witnesses on hand, it would be the biggest news coup in the world.” “Precisely. Then you understand the situation, Jason —which is that we have no option.” He shrugged his shoulders. Jason frowned. “What do you mean, you have ‘no option’?” “We intend to execute a false-flag operation.” Jason’s grin evaporated. This man was serious. “An event that will have all the appearance of a weaponized bioterror attack in North America, China, Russia. A pandemic. “Of course, dear boy, it won’t be real.” Chessler looked disarmingly into Jason’s eyes “But it has to give every appearance of a pandemic: martial law, quarantine centers, mandatory vaccination . . . ” “You’re talking about body bags flown in at night . . . ” Jason’s jaw set. “Making it look like billions of people have died of ebola, smallpox, or whatever.” “Precisely. You always got to the crux of a problem, Jason. Your mother’s acumen. If the Rapture occurs, no one will ever know. VOX will communicate the event to the masses. Exclusive coverage. Media blackout except for VOX networks.” Jason looked into his coffee and stirred it distractedly. “You’re talking about a cover-up of immeasurable proportions.” “Correct again. The Rapture never occurred. Millions of Christians died with the rest of the population—a tragic bioterror event that we, the powers that be, shall blame on China.