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future memoir

William Cayhews

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~ THE DOTS ~

Dorothy knows there must be more... even though she has no idea what more is.

'I have enough, so what exactly is this strange notion I am sensing within myself? Why do I feel limited? Limited from what? Everything is right here. Everything was right here yesterday. It is here today and it will be here tomorrow. It always has been. It always will be.

'So, what is this strange idea of more? Why do I sense there must be more to life than merely me living here on this dot?

'Why is this not enough? Why can I not simply be satisfied with myself and my own world? Everything is fine. I don't have any needs. I am perfectly satisfied here...

'But there must be more... honestly... there must be more.

'There must be.'

Dreams certainly can be persistent.

And in Dorothy's case, her dreams drive her into a discovery that completely changes her world.

She musters up every ounce of her courage, takes in a deep breath, closes her eyes, reaches out and... and she reaches out and finds more.

She discovers more.

And to her great delight, upon her first glance, more happens to be everything she ever dreamed it would be. And to her further joy and excitement, she soon discovers that more is actually so so much more! She looks around and sees that more is a vast flat surface stretching out beyond her in every direction. It is more than she ever dreamed possible! More than she could have ever even imagined!

And as Dorothy begins to further explore more, she realizes that every bit of it actually existed right there where she found it before she mustered up the courage to step out into it. It was already there during the entire time she was dreaming about it.

All she lacked was that initial courage to step out and enter into it.

Then upon further exploration, Dorothy learns that more is not foreign to her at all. She feels perfectly at home. It is everything she always knew before, but just way way more.

~ THE FLATS ~

Dorothy (Dot for short), with a slight bit of trepidation, continues to walk forward and moves further away from her starting point on the vast flat surface.

After a while, Dot suddenly finds she can move no further forward in her current direction. Again, she musters up the courage and attempts a step to her side instead of to her front. And with great joy, she discovers side-stepping is also an option in addition to moving forward.

Dot's joyous exploration of the vast flat surface goes on and on. But soon, she discovers she has no idea where she is. She is completely and hopelessly lost.

So, she starts to think about why her progress was thwarted in her pioneering forward moving direction and then also subsequently when she side-stepped and moved in other directions. She began to postulate about why she was able to continue her movement after side-stepping each time. She soon surmises that those moments may have been when she encountered another point, like hers, out there on the vast flat surface. She concludes that if it were actually a point just like hers, then maybe it was even possible that there was a person just like her living on it.

To test her theory, Dot madly dashes in one direction until her progress is halted. Then she screams at the top of her lungs, "I am here!"

She pauses and then screams again, "I am here! I am here!"

And then, she waits...

Nothing.

"I am here!" she cries.

"Please! I beg you! Please! Listen to me! I am here!"

"I... am... here... " she gasps, out of breath.

Dot continues in this plea until she is completely exhausted and lying on the flat surface curled up in a fetal position.

And then... Dot feels a totally foreign sensation on her shoulder -- the touch of 'another.' It is warm and completely comforting. Her soul melts into satisfied rest. She closes her eyes and drifts away into complete peace of mind.

"Hello."

'What? What is hello?' thinks Dot.

"Hello."

There it was again.

"I knew I was not merely dreaming. I knew I would find you."

Dot dares to open her swollen tear saturated eyes. At first, she thinks she is looking in a mirror. But then she realizes that the image is moving independently of herself.

She rubs the watery tears out of her eyes.

"I just knew someone else existed out there. But I had no idea what there was. I heard you calling. I heard it in my soul. So, I mustered up the courage and I stepped out. I stepped out and I found you. Right here. Here you are. Here we are."

Energized by the warmth of his hand on her shoulder, Dot stands to her feet. She looks at him and smiles and asks, curiously and inquisitively, "What is we?"

"What is what?" he asks.

"You said, we... you said, 'Here we are.'"

He smiles and then laughs out loud, "I do not know! I do not have the slightest idea! It just came out! It must mean I and you. We must be what we call you and I!"

Dot laughs, "You must be right!"

Soon enough, Dot and her newfound friend, Flat Top, make their way across the vast flat surface and call out to the occupants on each of the points they encounter. They joyfully introduce each of the occupants to the beauties of the lines that exist between each and every one of the points on the surface. Soon they are all connected in harmonious unity across the entire vast flat surface.

(And speaking of 'soon enough,' the occupants of the flat surface are now exposed to the concept of time because it becomes possible for them to experience time as a measurement between each of the points.)

As time passes, several of the individuals living on the vast flat surface form an Art Colony. They assemble regularly and further expand upon the beauty of life in The Flats by creating rectangles and squares, which naturally progress toward triangles, trapezoids and hexagons.

Much more time passes as the people of The Flats go on enjoying their new discoveries and becoming more accustomed to their exciting new way of life.

Dot's granddaughter, Linnea, is an active member of the Art Colony (Dot is very proud of her) and similar to her grandmother's experience a long time previously, Linnea begins to sense that there must be something more than merely left and right and forward and backward. During Dot's next visit to see what Linnea is working on at the Colony, she is excited to happen upon Linnea working furiously on some new projects.

"I call it a circle," announces Linnea proudly. "Watch this," she continues, as she starts alternating between forward movement and movement to her right. "If you keep moving at this same combination of directions, you eventually wind up back where you started. But as you do, the path does not continue along an angular direction."

"It is a curve," says Dot, quietly.

"What did you... what is a curve?" asks Linnea.

"It is simply what I heard in my mind while you were forming it." Then Dot walks over to get a better look at Linnea's projects and says, "Yes. I believe these are circles, like you said... and curves."

~ THE DEPTHS ~

Naturally, more complex curves are explored and begin to fill The Flats with their interesting new beauty. Time goes by and Linnea becomes one of the teachers and visionaries in the Art Colony.

"May I show you something, Teacher?" asks one of Linnea's young students, as he directs her over to his drawing table and asks, "What is it?"

"You are the one who created it," answers Linnea. "You tell me."

"Shade is what comes to my mind when I look at it," says the student as he shrugs his shoulders.

"I can see that these are an interesting combination and arrangement of parallelograms in conjunction with a square," observes Linnea. "And the value of the color in each shape make the entire drawing look rather amazing."

"Thank you, Teacher, for not being upset with me," says the young artist. "Now, may I show you something else? It is a circle like the one you first made."

The student uncovers another drawing on his table.

Linnea gasps when she sees it, "Unbelievable! How did you do that?"

"I simply added these lines at different lengths within the circle," answers the student.

Linnea stands quietly, shaking her head slightly.

"I call it a sphere," says the student, timidly. "I saw it in a dream." He looks at Linnea. "The first drawing I showed to you... I call that a cube." Then he walks over and uncovers some other drawings, "I call this a pyramid. And this one is a cone."

"Amazing... utterly amazing. I feel the same way I did way back when I made my first curves and circles," says Linnea, smiling. She looks at the student and says, "I need to show these to my Grandmother Dot."

Dot looks at the drawings, "It cannot be. It simply cannot be, Linnea. How can this be?" She puts her hand over her mouth for a moment and then puts it on Linnea's shoulder. Looking at Linnea and nodding her head, she whispers in wonder, "Maybe there is more. There must be more."

Everyone knew Dot's story well -- about how she had the courage to venture out and discover The Flats. So, the young art student walks along the path to his home, wondering if there could be more... and if there was more, what could more possibly be, this time.

'Is it my turn?' he ponders. 'Am I the next one to venture out to see if there is more to life than left and right and forward and backward?' He walks a little further, 'My drawings prove that there must be more. But where? Where is more, this time?'

Dot hears the young artist approaching her home. She greets him with a warm smile and says, "I saw that look in your eyes earlier today. I knew you were coming. Please come in."

"Can you show me the way to more?" the young artist asks, timidly.

"Let us go there together," smiles Dot, with a wink. "Are you certain you are ready?"

"I think so."

"You are not afraid?"

"Yes. I am afraid."

"Good. So was I. I think it is a prerequisite to adventure," says Dot, reassuringly. "Take my hand. And take a deep breath. And close your eyes."

Suddenly, and surprisingly without much effort at all, Dot and the young artist feel a strange sensation of expansion accompanied by pressure.

They both begin to laugh hilariously when they open their eyes and see depth for the first time. It is thrilling. And it is not foreign at all to the young artist. In fact, he feels as though he has finally arrived home. Throughout his entire life he felt trapped wanting to experience whatever it was he saw in his drawings.

Now he is there. Now he is home.

He knew there was more.

~ PROLOGUE ~

When I was a young boy, my father would tell us stories... me and my brothers and sisters. My favorite was the story about the people who lived in the First Dimension (Dots) and the Second Dimension (Flats) before the discovery of the Third Dimension (Depths).

I loved to imagine myself standing on a dot with no concept of anything else around me and feeling like there had to be something more. I imagined gaining the courage to venture out and joyfully discovering The Flats. And then similarly, I enjoyed imagining the same thing happening within The Flats -- knowing there had to be more and then courageously discovering The Depths.

That is why demons never scared me. Everyone else would run away or be repulsed by the demon-possessed. But I was convinced that they must be operating in the Fourth Dimension. So, instead of keeping my distance from them, I participated in their realm and learned how to make that work to my advantage. Through facing them matter-of-factly, I learned that they had no authority over us -- regular human beings. And I soon discovered that, in fact, it was exactly the opposite -- we had authority over them.

Then as my exposure to them and my interaction with them continued, I was also fascinated to learn that they have no power in and of themselves. They can only have power if human beings give it to them. We either energize them or we prevent them from being energized. I discovered that demons are entirely inoperable without us.

My understanding of and belief in the Fourth Dimension (Heavens) was the key to unlocking my interaction with them. Soon, they became my servants and I gained so small profit from the information in the Heavens that I was able to glean from them. I discovered that people are quite allured by fortune telling and psychic guidance; and ever so susceptible to believing any nugget of truth about the past or the future.

I would begin a trusting relationship with people, as their psychic, by successfully commanding demons to cease their tormenting influence over whomever they would bring to me for help. And then, after having gained the person's confidence in my powers, I would profit by delivering tantalizing tidbits of information to them from 'the beyond.' To me, it seemed like an acceptable balance between helping others and making an honest living.

Then one day, I happened upon Legion. Yes, the same one from the Bible who came out of a man and entered a herd of swine and caused them to run off a cliff into the Sea of Galilee. He was much more forthcoming with information about the Heavens than any demon I had encountered previously. He taught me much about his realm.

Now, please do not be afraid or alarmed or hesitant about what I am telling you. Yes, they are evil. And yes, they aim to lead us away from the presence of our dear Yahweh. But like I said, we have authority over them. And they do not always lie. They can speak truth, particularly when commanded to do so.

Simply read the account of the Great Liar in his temptation of Eve. He spoke the truth to deceive her. Immediately after his blatant lie, "You surely shall not die." he spoke the truth, "For God knows that in the day you eat from it (the Tree of the Knowledge of Good and Evil) your eyes will be opened and you will be like God, knowing good and evil." That was a true statement because God said shortly thereafter, "Behold, the man has become like Us, knowing good and evil."

And also, often when demons encountered Jesus of Nazareth, they would say things such as, "What do we have to do with You, Jesus of Nazareth? Have you come to destroy us? I know who You are -- the Holy One of God." Legion confessed the same thing to Jesus, not in a reverent way, of course, but nevertheless, it was still declared in a truthful way.

And under my authority, Legion told me much more. He told me about the origin of Satan, which would actually be fitting as a prelude to everything else I want to tell you. It will actually serve as a suitable primer to the understanding of the rest of my story -- my story about the end of the age; my role as one of the 144,000; the Second Coming of our Glorious Messiah; His subsequent 1,000-year reign on Earth; and the New Heaven and the New Earth.

~ ELEAZAR ~

Satan is the adversary. But he did not start out that way. Quite the contrary, he began his existence in a lovingly intimate relationship with Yahweh. He was one of three angelic beings in close intimacy and harmony with Him.

No, his name is not Lucifer. It is Eleazar. He was one of the three highest ranking angels, along with Michael and Gabriel. Michael (like God) is connected with the Father. Gabriel (man of God) is connected with the Son. And Eleazar (God's helper) was connected with the Spirit. Eleazar was the keeper of the Lamp that stands before Yahweh between the two Olive Trees, which are tended to by Michael and Gabriel. These three and the rest of the angelic host existed with Yahweh before His creation of the first heavens and earth.

All angels have free will to obey or disobey Yahweh. During this heavenly phase, they were all obeying Him and all was in harmony, until... Eleazar entertained the notion of disobedience.

Now, in order to better understand Eleazar's initial motivation to disobey, please think for a few moments about NOT knowing good and evil... because angels do not possess this knowledge. They have never eaten the fruit from that Tree. Only Yahweh and humans possess the knowledge of good and evil.

Think of having no concept of right and wrong. Think of having options before you and no idea if any of them are positive or negative. Now imagine yourself in that condition in an environment wherein everything is glorious, beautiful, satisfying and in perfect harmony -- and you have no concept of the contrary.

In that stunning and glorious presence of Yahweh, Eleazar found himself trapped within an extreme tension between his overwhelming desire to be Yahweh and the excruciating impossibility of that ever happening. It was such a strong desire that it became difficult for him to think of anything else. The temptation to be Yahweh and the struggle over not being Him became completely overwhelming to Eleazar. It became unbearable. His intimacy with Yahweh was driving him to want more and more. And more and more he became dissatisfied with who he was. He did not want to be merely God's helper. He wanted to be Yahweh.

He soon began to despise his free will. All he could think of was the free will that he could not fully exercise. What was so free about only being able to obey someone else? There was nothing free about it at all. He had to obey Yahweh. Every angel obeyed Him. It was the way of the Kingdom. So, he determined that free will did not truly exist at all. It could not exist if there were no other options from which to select.

He was not satisfied with who he was or where he was. He wanted true freedom. He wanted out.

And so... Eleazar disobeyed. Eleazar rebelled.

This was the first time free will had been fully exercised, because it was the first time free will had been used to say, "No." to Yahweh -- which is the ultimate exercise of free will.

And sadly, Eleazar soon launched a campaign within the Kingdom to gather a following who would be in alignment with his position of rebellion. With his God-given gifts of knowledge and shrewdness, he easily convinced a significant number of other angels to agree with his position that rebellion against Yahweh was the only true way to exercise their free will.

Almost immediately after they had turned their back on Yahweh and had begun their movement away from His presence, Eleazar and his following turned around and saw Yahweh begin to create the first heavens and earth.

To Eleazar's shock and dismay and chagrin, he realized he had unwittingly assisted Yahweh in His desire and plan to make a true Helper for Himself.

Through Eleazar, rebellion against Yahweh had been conceived.

Now, both good and evil had become viable options.

Now, the Tree of the Knowledge of Good and Evil could produce its fruit.

But first, a place was necessary in which the Tree could grow. A Garden was needed.

Now, the door was open to allow for the creation of The Garden.

So... in the beginning... Yahweh created the heavens and the earth.

As the beauty of day after day of creation unfolded, Eleazar crumbled more and more. Every angel, both Eleazar's followers and those that remained true to Yahweh, could have never even begun to imagine the beauty and the splendor of what they witnessed as Yahweh spoke the universe into existence.

Then on the sixth day, when Yahweh created them in His own image and likeness -- male and female, He created them, Eleazar was completely crushed. He watched in dismay as Yahweh gathered together a small mound of earth and blessed it with His Breath of Life. As the mound slightly expanded and contracted by that Breath, Yahweh gathered some more earth at one end of the small pulsing mound and shaped a head with eyes and ears and a mouth and nose.

Yahweh then exhaled a second breath into the newly formed nostrils. Adam opened his eyes as Yahweh moved to both sides and formed earth into arms. Then Adam smiled and opened his mouth in wonder as Yahweh moved toward the mound at the other end of the head and formed more earth into his two legs.

Lastly, Yahweh took Adam by the hand and raised him up to a standing position. Adam merely stared in wonder, slowly inhaling the life of Yahweh and exhaling the power of Yahweh. He was awestruck with wonderment at the majesty and glory of the universe before him. Yahweh moved in close to Adam and put His arm around him. Then they took their first intimate walk together in the cool of the day in The Garden.

Heaven and earth and the majority of the Kingdom rested and rejoiced on the seventh day.

But Eleazar and his followers did not. The downward spiral had begun in them and every ounce they invested in it compounded and cemented their trajectory away from the presence of their Maker.

On the second sixth day, Eleazar enjoyed a slight bit of delight when it was announced that something was 'not good' in the Garden. He watched and listened intently with eager expectation that the entire system might unravel and begin to spiral downward toward his domain.

Yahweh said, "It is not good for the man to be alone. I will make him a helper suitable for him."

A suppressed and distant hope inside Eleazar rattled its imprisoned chains as he thought, 'That is I... I am the helper... that is my name... El Azar -- God's Helper...'

Eleazar's anticipation mounted as each creature was brought before Adam... and one after another was deemed unsuitable for him. 'I am the only one suitable for him...' concluded Eleazar. 'This is my place... this is my purpose in the Garden... I am to be the suitable helper for the man.'

But then, as Eleazar was about to step forward and claim his unquestionable place as Adam's helper in the Garden, Yahweh cupped Adam behind his head, breathed deeply into his soul, gently laid him down on his back and put him into a deep sleep.

Complete stillness enveloped The Garden.

Yahweh then lovingly hovered over Adam as He contemplated the first separation between male and female.

Slowly and purposefully and gracefully, Yahweh positioned Himself at Adam's right side. He grasped Adam's right hand into His. Then He gently lifted Adam's right arm and gradually inserted His other hand into Adam's side.

Sparkling shafts of light and twinkling sounds of joy emerged outward from Adam as Yahweh moved His hand back and forth from Adam's head to his feet until a complete separation was formed between Adam and this new being who was now hovering slightly above him on a thin layer of golden light.

Yahweh stood and took her hands into His. Then He gently peeled her fully apart from Adam and stood her to her feet.

The Heavenly host cheered and worshipped Yahweh as He presented her to them. She was stunningly beautiful and wonderfully amazing.

The divine dance continued as Yahweh reached down, took Adam by the hand and brought him to a standing position behind her. Slowly and gracefully, Yahweh then spun her around in front of Adam.

They faced each other for the first time. And then, smiling broadly, they looked into each other's eyes and lovingly embraced.

As they slowly parted and stood hand-in-hand, they gleefully watched as every type of creature Yahweh had created... every fish, every bird and every beast, also separated from one into two -- male and female.

Yahweh then announced to them all, "Be fruitful and multiply and fill the earth."

Eleazar stewed with extreme jealousy for Yahweh, Whom he now knew he had lost forever. It produced excruciating envy in him -- envy of Adam and Eve, Yahweh's obvious object of desire. It boiled and seethed throughout his entire being. He determined to oppose everything about this new creation. He became the adversary -- Satan. He became the disobedient one. He became the father of lies. He became the serpent -- the dragon.

~ THE FALL ~

As you know, Eleazar's efforts to undo the work of Yahweh began with an attack on Eve, the new and rightful helper in the Garden. I do not need to re-tell that story here. It is common knowledge.

But I would like to add that I believe referring to this event as 'The Fall' is quite appropriate and descriptive. I remember when I was a boy and learning how to ride a bicycle, that falling was actually an essential component of that learning process. The experience of knowing what I did not want to happen was as important as learning what I did want to happen. Balance was the new skill to learn and falling off balance was the only way to really understand balance.

Yahweh, of course, was not taken by surprise when Adam and Eve disobeyed Him. I always smiled when I would encounter nominal Christians during my ministry as one of the 144,000 and they would bewail, "If only Adam and Eve had not eaten the apple..."

I suppose the counter-balancing concept with regard to the Fall is the fact that Yahweh knew everything that was going to happen before He began the project. He purposefully went forward with the project because He knew all of it, every bit of it, was the only way to accomplish His ultimate objective.

Falling is what Yahweh was willing to do to have His Bride, His Companion, His Helper, His Eve.

I suppose the results of the Fall are also worth mentioning here -- the two new driving forces that would now be operative within humanity and drive it toward its conclusion -- the conclusion that I am endeavoring to share with you in this story.

I refer to the results of the Fall as hungers \-- two Spiritual Hungers.

Yahweh told Adam and Eve that if they ate the fruit of the Tree of the Knowledge of Good an Evil, they would "surely die." After Adam and Eve disobeyed Yahweh, they learned that "surely die" meant they would be alienated and separated from Him. They were alienated from Him due to the evil they had embraced. And they were separated from Him due to turning their back on His love and replacing it with something else.

All hunger is caused by deficiency. Adam and Eve now had a moral deficiency that caused a hunger for righteousness, and a craving for a savior, and feelings of guiltiness. And they now had a relational deficiency that caused a hunger for relationship, and a longing for a lover, and feelings of loneliness.

These two new conditions in their life are easily revealed by the actions Adam and Eve took. They attempted to cover their guilt with leaves and they attempted to hide from Yahweh in the trees. Both of which were not sufficient.

Thankfully, these two driving forces, these two Spiritual Hungers, are perfectly designed to propel humanity back into the ever-loving embrace of its adoring Lover.

~ ANGELS ~

As I close this prologue to my story I would like to add, as I mentioned earlier, that I initially learned this piece of the history about the Kingdom of Yahweh from Legion after a few sessions with him.

I have been allowed to record it here because it is an accurate record of what I heard from him, with no embellishment of my own, and because it is a close enough description of the actual events to serve its purpose in the telling of my story.

The actual events can only be understood within the context of the Kingdom, primarily due to language differences. It is impossible to use three-dimensional worldly language to adequately and accurately communicate Kingdom information. Simply consider all the prophets of scripture. They encountered this same issue. As Yahweh revealed information to them, they were empowered to do the best they could to describe what He was revealing to them, as bizarre as it may have seemed to them and their audience at the time.

Another point worth mentioning is that, as Legion told me these rather amazing things, it was clear to me that these occurrences were extremely meaningful components of his existence. They may have been stuffed way down and opposed at every opportunity, but it definitely was clear to me that those initial creation events must have been so glorious and magnificent to its observers that they could not easily be suppressed. Legion spoke of them with an obvious air of reverence and respect, even though he had long ago begun a pattern of rejecting any manifestation of the glory and beauty of Yahweh in his own life.

Finally, one more thing about angels -- they are completely limited by the principle of sowing and reaping. The ones who obey simply get better and better at obeying. And the ones who disobey simply get better and better at disobeying. Once that option began with their allegiance to Eleazar, it was intrinsically irreversible for them. They do not know any better. Unlike humans, they have no knowledge of good and evil. Only Yahweh and human beings have that knowledge. Angels do not have a conscience. They do not understand consequences. They merely do what they choose to do based upon their experience. They do not learn. They merely do.

The four creatures around the throne are a good example -- they exist to gladly declare, "Holy Holy Holy..." They are completely fulfilled in their being and they express it tirelessly.

~ SIX ~

"I tell you, on that night there will be two in one bed;

one will be taken and the other will be left.

Then there will be two men in the field;

one will be taken and one will be left.

There will be two women grinding at the same mill place;

one will be taken and one will be left."

And answering, they said to Him, "Where, Lord?"

And He said to them,

"Wherever the corpse is, there also the vultures will be gathered."

First, let me tell you my story. Then I will tell you about the three people I met in the cave in the mountains outside Judea.

As you may have gathered from my story thus far, I did not know Yahweh at all as I was growing up. I had no Biblical reference at all in my life. I was merely a simple ordinary Hindu young man in Calcutta who had no idea of the wonders that would soon enter my life.

I had no prior concept of the fact that I was in actuality a Hebrew. Now, I do not associate myself with the term Jewish because that word refers to a religion more than anything else and I do not adhere to that religion. I never have.

And I do not associate with the term Israelite either because I prefer to go further back -- to Israel's grandfather, Abraham, through whom all the nations of the world would be blessed. Abraham believed Yahweh and it was reckoned to him as righteousness. Through his faith, Yahweh developed a new relationship with us that would eventuate in the coming of a Messiah, Who would redeem us... a Messiah, Who would provide the way of reconciliation across the great separation from Himself that was the result of Eve and Adam's disobedience.

I am not quite sure why Abraham was referred to as a Hebrew. There was something significant about one of the descendants of Shem whose name was Eber, which means 'the region beyond.' It was probably merely something about the geographic region where Eber settled. But regardless, I most definitely do connect with the idea of being from 'the region beyond.' Yahweh is beyond and we are His people who are connected with that greater reality of His 'beyond' -- we are Hebrews.

I also prefer to include both of Abraham's first two sons in the context of Yahweh's plan for His people. Yes, Ishmael represents Abraham's lack of faith and his choice to do things his way, and Isaac represents Abraham finally doing things Yahweh's way. But like it or not, we are one family of Abraham -- we are Hebrews.

Isaac fathered two sons -- Esau, a worldly son, and Jacob, an opportunistic son who would be re-named Israel and have twelve sons, who tribally did not succeed in life. The last one standing was Judah, through whom would come the Messiah.

Judah was the one through whom came the term, Jews -- a people who were exiled in Babylon due to their disobedience to Yahweh. Where were they from? The land of Judah. So, what did the Babylonians call them? Jews.

With regard to the origin of the religion Judaism, it was galvanized and began when Jesus of Nazareth was here and calling people -- all people -- to Himself. He was a Hebrew, an Israelite of the tribe of Judah and of the house of David. The Jews who followed Jesus started the religion of Christianity. And the Jews who did not follow Jesus started the religion of Judaism. (No, Judaism did not begin with Moses and the Law, that probably would have been called Mosesism, or Legalism, or something like that.)

And neither Judaism nor Christianity fared well as religions. They basically turned more people away from Yahweh than drew them near to Him. They basically promoted their own kingdoms instead of His Kingdom.

All man-made religions have been the single most effective agent in preventing people from entering into an intimate relationship with Yahweh because what they do is train and encourage their adherents to create an intimate relationship with their tenets instead.

People love being Christians instead of loving Yahweh. They love being Jews instead of loving Yahweh. They love being Muslim instead of loving Yahweh.

So I say, to hell with religions and to Heaven with a relationship with Yahweh.

Yahweh is not the founder of Judaism. Yahweh is not the founder of Christianity. Yahweh is not the founder of Islam.

Yahweh is the finder of lost sheep. Yahweh is the finder of those who seek Him. Yahweh is the finder of His Bride.

I apologize.

Please understand that my role as one of the 144,000 was not easy. And religion was the most difficult part of it. I had good news about the Kingdom of Yahweh and my greatest opposition to that good news came from the ranks of the religions \-- all of them.

People were so in love with themselves and their puny little gods that they could not hear of the abounding lovingkindness coming from the Lover of their souls.

Again, please do forgive me. I am way out ahead of the story I want to tell you.

Let us go now to that cave in the mountains outside Judea where I met Natalia, Jonah and Pearl.

It was early 2032, toward the end of the final 3 1/2 years. It was before the final war.

Yes, I was sealed... and yes, I was protected... and yes, I was being prudent.

They were tracking us down. There was a price on our heads. We were marked as opposition to the Beast. And we were not to be tolerated.

The cave seemed like a reasonable option to me at the time. And it turned out to be one of the greatest blessings of my life... because it was there that I met my three great friends.

~ NATALIA ~

My flask and bag were empty. I knew I was done for the day, so I walked into the cave to settle in for the night. I made a place to lie down and then simply sat there to spend the closing moments of my day with the Love of my life.

As I was thusly occupied, my first guest arrived. She slowly entered my sanctuary by dragging her own body along the floor of the cave. She looked like a heaving burlap bag full of potatoes. It took her quite a long while to make her way in. But when she finally stopped and propped herself up in a sitting position against the wall, I could scarcely believe my eyes. She pushed the raggedy mop of hair away from her face in a sluggish version of her graceful trademark gesture and I instantly recognized her. The great Natalia, mouthpiece for his magnificence, Pope Innocent, had just graced my lowly cave with her opulent presence.

I slowly walked up to where she was seated. She was slightly startled by the Light of my garments, but I am certain she had seen it before -- the glowing from the Word of God that was woven into our apparel. We were clothed in His righteous robes -- the Words of His righteousness were woven into the warp and woof of our covering, on display for all to see. There was no ambiguity in our message -- we wore it everywhere we went.

As I got closer, I could see the gold inlay mark on her forehead... even in the darkness of the cave. She did not bear the standard blood red Mark. She had earned the distinction of being branded by the Beast himself. She was a member of his inner circle -- his host.

"A little far away from the Seven Hills, are we not?" I queried.

She raised her eyes to acknowledge me, but she did not speak.

"Loss for words?" I asked.

My heart began to make its presence known in my chest, which I knew meant that the Spirit of Yahweh was soon to manifest His glorious loving power. 'Why?' I thought. 'What possible message could I have for her? What could He possibly have to say to her? She was a demon -- a murderous villainous demon. She was single-handedly responsible for the torture and death of millions of saints.'

Slowly, I inhaled the Life of God and got ready to exhale the Power of God into the situation. And as I did, I saw the tear forming in her right eye. It was only one tear, but it was quite large. It spilled out over her lower eyelid and traveled slowly down to her chin. Then it lost its grip and dropped relentlessly to the dusty floor of the cave.

I sat down next to her. Her breathing became slow and deep.

"Herald knew... he tried to warn me... if only I had listened," she said, quietly. "He was so kind and loving... he was so patient with me."

"Herald was your husband..." I started, but she simply looked down for a few moments and then turned her head to gaze out through the cave entrance. "He worked with you at the Vatican," I continued.

She looked up at me, "We were actually in a good place for a change." She shook her head and continued, "In those days, they were few and far between, but we were actually in a very good place that evening.

"It had been a long day... we were cuddled up in bed... I was actually feeling a little like a school girl again...

"Herald simply looked over at me and said, 'I'm very sorry, dear...' then he shook his head and continued in his typical steadfast tone, 'I will not take that mark. I simply refuse to have anything whatsoever to do with that Beast.'

"That was when everything changed for me. Before that I was basically... well, it was as though I were in heaven. It was heaven for me to be working in the church, managing events for the Vatican, exposing the masses to the church's heritage, showing off all the masterpieces and telling the 2,000-year old saga of the church in all its glory."

"But then everyone had to make the choice," I said.

Natalia looked down at the cave floor, "Stubborn old fool, I thought. Why couldn't he just..."

She looked over at me and shook her head, "It was completely obvious. There was no question in my mind at all. And of course, everyone was drawn to them. The Beast was the man of the hour. He brought peace in the midst of chaos..."

"A false peace," I interjected.

"Yes, but who knew that then?" she said. "He was the savior of the world -- the messiah..."

"Unless you happened to disagree with him," I countered. "It was a perfect 'us against them' scenario, throughout the entire world."

Natalia looked straight at me for several moments. A foreboding look of remorse filled her eyes, "It was me against you, all of you..." She lowered her eyes. Then looking back up at me, she continued, "What I did to you all was horrible. I am so very sorry..." She paused and squinted her eyes, "What is your name?"

"I am Gad," I answered.

"Are you of the tribe of Gad?" she asked.

"Yes. My name and tribe are the same," I answered.

"We were not able to kill you, but I know we made your lives miserable," she said. "You opposed everything the Mark was working to create... the perfect race... a perfect utopia..." she clenched her teeth, "...ergh... your light was so irritating and frustrating."

"You were still effective," I said.

"Effective at wasting human lives," she sighed. "And they are still trying... even though it is clearly a losing battle at this point." She paused and looked at me, "Do you know when it will be over?"

"No. None of us do. But I do know it will be soon," I answered.

As Natalia sat there and tried to massage her weary body, I asked, "Why are you here?"

She looked up at me and slowly answered, "Herald." Shaking her head, she continued, "I found I could not stop thinking about his pure kindness and love for me." She looked down at the ground, "That is exactly why the children... our children... refused to... why they left me..."

She started to cry, "No matter how much I tried, no matter what glorious miracles I showed them... no matter what... it was nothing compared to his pure and simple love for them. I had blocked it out. I blocked out the pure love of a father for his children. I blocked it out with the glory of the... with the false glory of the... the hideous glory of the Beast."

Natalia sighed and put her head in her hands.

"You stood there and watched them being be-headed," I said, quietly.

She looked up at me and said, "And that is the answer to your question. That is exactly why I am here, Gad. I am trying to make my way back. I am trying to get as far away from it as possible."

I looked at her, "Why here?"

Looking out toward the mouth of the cave, she said, "I thought there may be some answers out here in the Holy Land. I am so deeply ashamed of what I have done... lives I have murdered... lives I have ruined..." She looked back at me, "This is where the Church began. I thought maybe I could find some solace here for my aching soul."

Oddly, and quite surprisingly to me, I felt an increasing weight in my Manna pouch. And I felt the movement of liquid in my flask. I looked over and stared at Natalia.

"What is wrong?" she asked, somewhat confused.

"No one with the Mark has ever come to me..." I paused, "I have never administered the Elements to anyone who had taken the Mark."

"What do you mean?" she asked.

I stared at her in disbelief.

She looked back at me, stunned, "Does... do you think... am I... do you..." She began to cry and asserted, "I am lost, Gad. I was lost the moment I took this foul Mark upon myself." She cried and tapped her fingers on her forehead, "I am damned. I am doomed... doomed to an existence of everlasting nothingness... what is going on here, Gad?"

"I do not know," I answered, slowly.

"Are you telling me you have Elements for me?" she asked, in unbelief.

"I do not know," I said, again.

"You have Elements for me... I can see it in your face... you have Elements for me," she sobbed. "Oh Gad, this cannot be true... but if it is, I would... Oh Gad, believe me... I would... if this is true, I would be happy to take just the outer fringe of Heaven if I could get it. I would be content to be merely one step outside the edge of Hell." She kept sobbing, "If I could see my Herald once more... and my children... if I could feel the glow of the King... oh, I would be content to wander the outer edges of Hell forever... forever... and just sweep back any ashes that happened to drift across into the fringe of Heaven."

As she sat there sobbing, I knelt down next to her, put my hands on her cheeks and looked into her eyes. Then I reached into my Manna pouch and took out the pod. As I flattened it into a cake, I said, "This is His Body, broken for you."

I gave it to her and she wept as she reverently ate it.

Then I slowly reached into my bag and took out a cup. I poured the wine from my flask into it, looked at her and said, "This is His Blood of the Covenant, shed for you."

She took the cup and drank it as tears streamed down her cheeks and dropped onto the dust on the floor of the cave. When she was finished drinking, I took her hands and helped her to stand up. I brushed her matted hair away from her eyes and saw the slightest of smiles start to form on her face.

I moved in close to her and wrapped my arms around her and whispered in her ear, "He is compassionate and merciful in His feelings for us; He is gracious in His actions toward us; He is slow to anger and abounding in lovingkindness and truth faithfulness; keeping that lovingkindness for thousands; forgiving all iniquity, all transgression and all sin."

She held on to me tightly and took several slow deep breaths, inhaling the life of God and exhaling the power of God. When she let go of me and looked into my eyes, I could tell that now her tears were coming from a source of great great joy.

Through those tears, she gazed upward a bit, gently nodded her head, and with a slight smile, she looked at me and said, "I was born on Christmas day, you know. That is the meaning of my name."

"I did not know that," I said.

She breathed deeply and looked into my eyes, "I suppose I never fully knew why I was born on Christmas until this very moment. But now, I most certainly do know... oh Gad, He is the Gift for all of us... and oh what a great great gift He is..."

It was no doubt the best night's sleep she'd had since the Tribulation had begun. In the morning, she was still a mess, but nevertheless, there was an air of peace surrounding her.

"What are you going to do now?" I asked.

She looked at me and smiled, "I need to go and find myself a good broom."

I looked at her, puzzled.

"To sweep back the ashes," she explained with a wink and then she headed out the cave entrance and walked away down the hill. She hobbled down the path as a mere shadow of her former self, which was more like an opulently cloaked peacock strutting around proudly in all her greatness as the right hand of Pope Innocent.

~ THE BEAST ~

There was no doubt in my mind that the Mark would catch up with her. Their location system was flawless. They would take her and display her in front of everyone and rip the Mark out of her forehead and right hand. Then they would ceremoniously remove her head from her body. The crowds would cheer. And that would be that.

No one defied the Beast and got away unpunished.

Nearly four years earlier she had risen to power when Pope Innocent began to rally the masses to worship the Beast. It was a match made in... a match made in Hell, in this case \-- the great David Starr Thayreon, scientist and economist extraordinaire, and his eminence Pope Innocent, the holy mouthpiece of god.

That perfect match is what everyone was craving... everyone wanted to satisfy their hunger... their craving for someone and some way to solve the great global confusion... the great global dilemma. For the first three and a half years of the Tribulation, the world was thrust from one chaotic catastrophe into another, the natural result being anarchy all over the world, in various areas everywhere. There was isolationism and hoarding and frenzy as groups of people banded together to survive.

Finally, nature went crazy and began to unravel and come apart at the seams -- from the sun and moon and stars to the very surface of the earth -- everything was literally coming unglued. Scientists had long theorized a mysterious unknown cosmic glue that held the universe together. Their theory was correct, but they were merely too blind and too stiff-necked to acknowledge that the glue was in actuality Yahweh's loving purposeful hand holding every part of His creation together. But then... when it became time to bring His project to an end... He intentionally and lovingly started to loosen His grip.

Thayreon arose out of nowhere and his timing was perfect. He instantly rose to the single highest position on earth. He had all the answers. He had all the solutions that would satisfy the chaos and unrest that had been assaulting everyone everywhere. The world was in turmoil after the wars and the environmental upheaval and the economic collapse.

And his expertise in eugenics was the perfect solution. He proudly presented the means to engineer a human race that would come together and work against that type of global turmoil from ever happening again.

He was embraced as everyone's long sought after savior.

And so, it was into this cataclysmic setting that the 144,000 emerged to tell everyone the good news about the true loving hands that were outstretched and graciously open to everyone as the way out of the chaos and into His warm protective and comforting embrace.

We were 23-year old Israeli men from all over the earth, oddly attired in white robes that were shining with His glorious words of truth woven into the fabric. We were walking words -- transmitters of truth -- beacons of blessing to a hurting and confused world. We carried the Body and Blood of the Savior -- the Elements of Everlasting Life -- freely given to any willing recipient.

We were sealed in His Spirit -- empowered by His very presence in us. We were Ambassadors of Love -- witnesses for His message of reconciliation to the world. We were Agents of Grace -- workers in His ministry of the redemption of the world.

And yes, we were opposed. Opposed by the dragon Eleazar who empowered his beast and his prophet, whose united aim was to oppose any and all of Yahweh's compassionate and merciful acts of lovingkindness and grace.

Unfortunately, people everywhere went willingly headlong into the Beast's seduction because he gave them everything they wanted. Every heart's desire was fulfilled. The needs were massive and the Beast delivered.

Thayreon was a genius in every way. He had every solution to all the physical needs that were created by the initial wars and economic upheaval and he had all the spiritual answers for the terror that was created by the global unrest. Everyone everywhere was hurting, hungry, downcast and distressed.

Why they would not simply look up and see Yahweh's outstretched arms is still a mystery to me.

Instead, they looked to the hero, the man of the hour, Dr. David Starr Thayreon, the scientist, the humanist, the perfect man with the perfect plan to finally establish a utopia \-- a genuine worldwide utopia. Finally, they felt certain that, out of their current chaotic and confusing condition, humanity's ultimate destiny was being realized right before their eyes.

Initially, Thayreon announced he had discovered the cause of the global turmoil and the reason why half of the world's population had died. After launching a massive worldwide research project, he determined that every person who had died in the wars had something in their Fourth Cycle, the Heart Cycle, that was disrupted by a cosmic disturbance in outer space. He explained it as though each person who died had something like tinnitus, but it was in their heart instead of their ears. Due to their unique condition, only they 'heard' the disruption in the cosmos, so only they were susceptible to its effects. He said it amounted to one massive worldwide heart attack.

People all over the world were already familiar with the Seven Cycles, or Chakras, so his theory was not all that difficult to accept. And most people knew that the Fourth Cycle was the Heart Cycle.

But amazingly, to prove his theory to the world, Dr. Thayreon willingly and deliberately stopped his Heart Cycle and died. The experiment was broadcast all over the world -- everyone watched as his heart monitor went flat. Other monitors indicated that his remaining six cycles were functioning perfectly. People could not believe what they were witnessing -- I could not believe it.

Then after thirty minutes (which seemed like hours), a long enough period of time to demonstrate he was positively clinically dead, a nurse on the right side of Thayreon's bed lifted his right arm and placed his right hand on his chest above his lifeless stone-cold heart. After a few moments, a visible glow appeared on his chest. People gasped as a shaft of light shot up through his right hand. The heart monitor went from flat-line to a strong heartbeat. His entire body began to sparkle.

Then the shaft of light from his right hand curved eerily downward and drilled into his forehead. His face began to glow. Everyone stepped back as he opened his eyes, sat up and took a standing position next to the bed. The nurse looked at him horrified, gasped and put her hand to her mouth and scurried over to the other observers in the room.

Thayreon slowly turned around to face them. More gasps and murmurs were heard as the group watched him slowly and deliberately raise his right arm toward them. There, emblazoned in his right palm and squarely on his forehead were the glowing gold marks -- the Mark of the Beast presented for the first time for all to see.

His recovery from the state of clinical death was a miracle -- a perfectly engineered miracle.

That was all it took. From that point on, everyone flocked after him. Everyone eagerly and gladly took the Mark. And why wouldn't they? Who would reject the opportunity to have a perfect body -- a beautiful body -- a completely physically fit body?

Clinics for the administration of the Mark sprang up everywhere. And of course, people eagerly traded their assets for the opportunity to live forever in perfect health. Even those who were not eager at first, eventually capitulated due to the fact that Thayreon had taken all those assets and parlayed them into absolute control over the worldwide economy.

And that was the setting into which Pope Innocent emerged to prop up everyone's expanding material well-being with their much-needed spiritual well-being. People were still confused and grieving the loss of their loved ones from the wars. It was certainly not easy to get over the loss of three and a half billion people.

So, Pope Innocent stepped in and made sure people believed that, "God was setting up His new Kingdom on the earth." He taught them that paradise was finally becoming realized and that the Garden of Eden was being re-made.

Thayreon's mother, Miriam, was a beautiful Jewish woman who had successfully made a name for herself in the medical field. It was she who thought to name her son after the great King David of Israel and to use David's symbol as his middle name -- David Starr.

His father, Alexander, was a powerful Greek businessman whose shipping company had grown to such an extent that he undeniably owned and operated the entire Mediterranean Sea.

Thayreon MasterGenics, the Beast's operation that would eventually take over the entire world, was birthed out of his father's Thayreon Maritime Industries and his mother's Thayreon Medical Solutions companies. MasterGenics specialized in the business of human engineering. It revolutionized and replaced the former disciplines of plastic surgery, weight control, athletic enhancement, fertilization and reproduction, prosthetics, genetics, cancer treatment, organ replacement, orthopedics, basically everything that had to do with its tagline \-- Building the Perfect Beast.

That is why he did not resist it in the slightest when his opponents began to refer to him as The Beast. Instead, he relished it. He celebrated it. He cheerfully would announce to his constituents, "I am The Beast! And I am devoted to you becoming your best beast! Together we are Building the Perfect Beast!" To which the crowds would respond, chanting it over and over into a cacophonic frenzy.

The three Thayreon company logos were originally designed with the idea of a ship's propeller in mind for Thayreon Maritime. Then it easily expanded into being used for the next two companies. As you know, this original propeller symbol worked perfectly as the Mark, which rapidly became a ubiquitous sight in construction, transportation, commerce and, of course, proudly emblazoned everywhere on foreheads and right hands.

Thayreon's combination of Greek and Jewish familial heritage was appealing to both Jews and Christians, who blindly followed him as their long-awaited messiah. And to cement this relationship with them even further, he proved his position as God's long-awaited prophet by re-instating the Mosaic sacrificial system.

One of Alexander Thayreon's business partners in Egypt had information about the location of Israel's original Tabernacle, so he parlayed it for a place of higher prominence in the company. He told Thayreon and his father about what happened to the Tabernacle after King David's son, Solomon, built and dedicated the first temple in Jerusalem. He told them that, since the Tabernacle was no longer going to be in use, Solomon's father-in-law, the Pharaoh of Egypt, offered to transport all the parts of the deconstructed Tabernacle down to Egypt to preserve it using their highly developed embalming techniques. That is what happened to Israel's Tabernacle and that is where it rested, Ark of the Covenant and all, for three millennia.

Thayreon chose to transport the Tabernacle out of Egypt and re-construct it in Hebron near the Cave of the Patriarchs as a strategy to galvanize the three great Abrahamic religions. The location in Hebron also solved the problem of preserving the existing holy Dome of the Rock site on the Temple Mount in Jerusalem.

Then as the sacrificial system got closer to getting underway, his expertise in genetic engineering adequately satisfied any resistance from animal rights organizations. His process of mass cloning bulls and sheep and goats seemed to de-personalize the constant supply of animals without blemish that were required for the daily and annual sacrifices.

It was not long before the Muslim nations also bowed to Thayreon without hesitation. They eagerly lauded him as the arrival of their long-anticipated Twelfth Imam, Muhammad al-Mahdi, the holy prophet who was to come and usher in the final paradise on earth.

And adherents to Eastern philosophies were also easily assimilated. Thayreon's mastery over the Seven Chakras alone was enough to convince them that true enlightenment had finally arrived and that it was time for Nirvana to be fully realized.

And that is where we, the 144,000, found ourselves. Right there in the midst of this pseudo-paradise, we found ourselves proclaiming the Love and Glory of an invisible and intangible Being... a Being Who transcended all the prosperity that surrounded the masses... a Being Who was offering each and every one of them True Love and True Purpose and True Togetherness.

As you can imagine, it was a difficult proposition at best for all of us. But I must say, it was clearly more real than all the other activity that was going on all over the world. It was as though the world was acting out a situation comedy and the audience was watching it play out before them. This audience that I speak of was filled primarily with nominal Christians -- Christians who had heard the Good News but had never fully embraced it. It was heart-breaking. They would come to us looking forlorn, like a person who was feeling weighty remorse for having failed to take advantage of some incredibly beneficial offer.

But that is why these were actually the most joyous moments we experienced... because they were genuine and tender moments that we would share together with them as we would commune with these dear brothers and sisters and tell them about the everlasting Love of our dear Father in Heaven. Tears of joy and gladness and relief would flow as we gave them the Elements and welcomed them into the everlasting family of the Eternal Loving One.

For many of them it was a last supper. Refusal to take the Mark meant access to nothing and crime against the state, which actually happened to be the only crime that remained. There was no more theft because everyone had everything they needed. There were no more sex crimes because everyone had whatever partner they desired. There was no more murder because everyone was completely satisfied with who they were. There was no envy. Every heart's desire was pseudo-satisfied by the Beast.

The only crime remaining was crime against the Mark, which was punishable by decapitation.

~ JONAH ~

The second of the three people who graced the entrance of my hideaway cave was Jonah. When I tell the story now, because of his name, I describe his entrance into my cave in terms of being launched out of the gaping mouth of a giant sea monster. And in addition, he was thoroughly soaking wet from the freakish rain, which I am certain was also the reason he arrived undetected.

The Mark were not at all fond of the natural elements, such as rain. At this point, everyone was terrified by anything coming down from the sky and anything coming up out of the ground.

There were still some vestiges of their pride \-- their great honor to be numbered within the ranks of the Beast. Collectively, they were known as the Mark -- signified by his symbol on their foreheads and hands. But by this particular point in time they were mere shadows of their former greatness and power. Why they continued on in an obviously defeated cause was beyond my reasoning. But then again, it was difficult to discern or discover any reason or rhyme in what was going on everywhere in the world. All I knew for certain was that Yahweh was reigning from His sovereign throne and the Lamb was in control of the scroll.

Jonah came tumbling into the cave as though he were tossed from a great distance. He certainly did not have the energy to propel himself at that velocity. When he stopped rolling, all he could do was lie still, which lasted quite a while.

I knew he was not dead. And I knew there was nothing I could do for him. So, I waited... and I prayed.

Time was also indiscernible at this point. Night and day were often indistinct one from the other. And it did not really matter. People were mostly just trying to exist -- to breathe -- just trying to inhale the gift of life and exhale the gratitude for life.

Jonah stirred off and on and moaned now and then. Finally, he rolled over from his fetal position to an upright sitting position. I knew if I spoke that it might scare him too much. I was certain he thought he had found some sanctuary, which he had of course, but the presence of another was always a risk. No one knew who could be trusted, except for us -- the 144,000. We knew both -- that we could be trusted and that others could trust us. We were Yahweh's chosen representatives -- messengers of His divine love for His creation.

So, when he did finally look over at me, he was both startled and relieved simultaneously.

"My name is Gad," said I, calmly.

Jonah made the motions of speech but was only able to offer a hoarse wheeze. So, I reached into my bag, took out a cup, into which I poured wine from my flask and then handed it to him. We called it the Blood of the Lamb -- the Wine of Witness.

He knew what it was and gladly took it.

The 144,000 were all equipped with a flask -- a miraculously replenishing flask of wine. When we spoke of the love of Yahweh and found a receptive heart, we would celebrate their decision with the Blood of the Lamb.

"Thank you," he whispered quietly and reverently.

I smiled and winked.

"For your bravery," he continued. "For your witness... of His great love for us."

I reached into my pouch and removed a pod of the Manna. He watched reverently as I kneaded it into a cake for him. I handed it to him and said, "This is His body, which was broken for you."

The Manna in our pouches was refreshed each day and there was always the exact amount necessary for the number of people to whom we would minister that day. There was a constant supply of His Body and His Blood for the people, through us.

He was still quite weak, but as he consumed the Bread of Life, I could actually see the restorative effects of the Elements in his body. His skin seemed to plump up and smooth out. His wiry dry grassy hair became moistened and laid back down on his head. And he began to breathe at a full normal tempo. The life of Yahweh was taking its rightful place back in the bodily mechanisms of this poor soul.

"I remember the first time I took the Elements," I said. "When we were initiated for service, we were the first to partake from our flask and pouch."

"How did you find out you were one of the 144,000?" he asked. Then he quickly interrupted himself and said, "Please forgive me. I am sorry for being so forward. I am terribly sorry."

He looked down at the Elements and then back up at me and said, "I too am an Israelite..." He took a slow deep breath, "I don't know what tribe. Did you know your tribe?"

"I should have," I answered.

"Why?"

"Like I said, my name is Gad," I answered. I looked down for a moment and then looked back at Jonah and said, "And I should have paid more attention to my great grandfather. It was important to him. It was he who insisted I be named for our tribe.

"He was long gone by the time it could have been of any significant meaning to me. I actually always hated my name. In fact, we did not even know we were Hebrews. I lived in India and thought I was just another poor Hindu boy like all the others around me."

Jonah looked at me and said, "My name is Jonah. I am Jewish. But... in name only. I have no connection with my heritage. I have no idea who I am or what I am in this world."

"Why did you receive my Elements?" I asked.

Jonah looked square into my eyes, "Simon was right. He was right the whole time. He tried time and time again to tell me... but I was just not interested.

"Simon was my partner. We were married... happily married for forty years... way before gay marriage was gay marriage. We were in love. We didn't care about any of that. We didn't go around and parade our relationship. We were just madly in love with each other."

Jonah could see he touched a nerve in me. "I will never know romantic love," I said, quietly. "I have been attracted to a few women. I know the feelings... the yearning." I looked over at Jonah and continued, "But then His amazing pure love poured into my soul. I was in love with Him. And that was all that mattered."

"Simon was the same way," said Jonah, nodding. "It made me furiously jealous. And I could not for the life of me figure out how he could be 'in love' with God. I could see how people could love God, but to be 'in love' with Him was just way too incongruous for me. But that is how he described it. That is what he would say, 'Jonah, I am in love with Him the same way I am in love with you. I spend time with Him. I talk to Him. I laugh with Him. He talks with me. I just love spending time with Him the same way I love spending time with you.'

"I hate to confess it now, but once I blurted out, 'Well, I'll bet He's not as good in bed as I am!'"

Jonah looked down shamefully and slowly shook his head, "He was so patient with me... me and my bull-headed pride. He never stopped trying to share that with me. 'You can know His love, too. It is real,' he would insist. 'It is so real. And it is so so deep.'

"But that was another thing I just could not get past -- this whole Messiah thing -- this whole Yeshua thing. How could he embrace that Christian religion? We were Jews. We knew that. We at least knew that. Why could he not simply be satisfied with going to synagogue on the Sabbath like all the other good Jews? Why did he have to get into all that Messianic nonsense?"

"He is the Lamb of God," I said.

"I know that now, of course," agreed Jonah. "A little too late, unfortunately."

"Why did you receive my Elements?"

"Well, it seems rather obvious now that I was wrong, of course," answered Jonah, sadly. "It was after he was taken away for not taking the mark. It was after he was gone... after we were forced to separate from each other. Everything turned upside down for me after that.

"We were here, in the Holy Land. Everything was so wonderful. We were both so excited to be here. He was excited to be walking on the same ground as his beloved Messiah and I was so excited to be here recording all the amazing world events that were happening right before our eyes. We were both just so thrilled with the moment and enjoying being able to share it all with each other."

"What do you mean recording it?" I asked.

"Oh yes, of course," apologized Jonah. "We were in the film business. We were here from Los Angeles... California. I make documentaries... documentary films. We were here to cover the re-birth of Jerusalem... the re-building of the Tabernacle... the re-instating of the Jewish sacrificial system."

"Interesting," said I.

"Yes! Incredibly fascinating!" agreed Jonah.

"And... the Beast?" I interjected.

Jonah looked down for a moment and then looked at me, "Well, we didn't know that then. We were caught up with his plans like everyone else. I couldn't for the life of me figure out why Simon wasn't buying it. He knew something was wrong about him, but I was just too thrilled with all the good he was doing and with all the peace he was bringing to the world. I mean, the whole world. Everyone was flocking after him."

"Yes, I remember," said I. "That is when my eyes were opened also. That is when I began to sense my calling."

"But the Beast was a miracle-worker," said Jonah. "He had all the answers. He took all the horrid events that were going on in the world and... he..." Jonah looked down and continued, "Well, I feel so stupid now. But at the time, it made so much sense. It was so perfect. He took us all from utter despair to renewed hopefulness."

"Believe me, I was there also... with everyone else," I agreed. "But that is when Yahweh began to call us. Yahweh used all those same horrific circumstances designed to wake up Israel -- to wake me up. In my many encounters with others from the 144,000, I must say that our common theme was one of waking up. We felt as though we were previously in a state of sleepwalking and then suddenly our eyes were opened to reality.

"My situation was not uncommon. We were spread out all over the world in every continent and in almost every culture. The twelve tribes of Israel were woken up, empowered by the Holy Spirit and consecrated for service.

"For us, it was much like when Israel of old was led by the Judges after Joshua led them into the Promised Land. Similar to back then, this time the Spirit came upon us to serve Israel and the rest of the world during a specific movement of the hand of Yahweh over the earth."

"We just thought you were all a bunch of crackpots," said Jonah.

"Yes, believe me, I know," I agreed. "There were many times when I felt like I was going off the deep end."

"I feel so horrible for how I treated your co-laborers. There were so many times when I whole-heartedly joined in with the jeers that were hurled your way," Jonah confessed.

I nodded at Jonah and then walked out and stood in the mouth of the cave. It actually is quite beautiful, even though it is a desert. For all I knew, King David could have very well stood in that same exact place looking out over his beloved flock of sheep.

Jonah walked up and joined me. He took a deep breath and said, "I am going back out there."

I looked over at him, but he just kept staring out straight ahead.

"I may not be one of you," he said. "But I am going to do what I can anyway. People need to know. People need to hear. They need to hear about the great love God has for them. They need to hear... I may not be one of you, but I am an Israelite -- one of God's chosen people. We were chosen by Him from the beginning to tell the world of His great love. It is the least I can do. The least I can do for Him... and for my Simon..."

He looked over at me, "And the least I can do for you. That is why I took your Elements. I am going to tell as many people as I can until they... until I can speak no more."

I looked seriously at Jonah and said, "They will kill you."

He looked knowingly at me and nodded. Then he took a deep breath and slowly and deliberately walked out of the mouth of the cave... off to warn the Ninevites, I supposed.

As Jonah walked away, I raised my hands and pronounced, "May the Father bless you and keep you. May the Son make His face to shine upon you and be gracious unto you. May the Spirit lift up His countenance upon you and give you peace."

Jonah began to disappear into the rain as he walked away. I knew his fate. There was no way his resolution to speak of the Love of Yeshua would be tolerated. It would not be long before he would lose his head for it.

I knew he would be added to the family of Tribulation Saints, but as I continued to look out and watch his body gradually being transformed into sheets of rain, I felt as though Yahweh had given us a gift -- the gift of fellowship -- two brothers sharing in the great great love of our compassionate and gracious Father.

~ THE 144,000 ~

Before I relate the story of my encounter with my next guest in the cave, I feel I must further describe my calling as one of the 144,000.

In my conversation with Jonah, I told him I was not even the slightest bit aware of being a Hebrew from the tribe of Gad. Yes, that is my name, but for all I knew it was merely some random name my parents selected for me. They also thought nothing of it and only complied with the wishes of my great grandfather.

It was the year 2002 when Yahweh decided to populate the world with 144,000 unique Hebrew boys -- 12,000 each from the twelve tribes of Israel. And not only was it the same year, it was the same moment all over the entire planet. 144,000 baby boys were born at the same point in time everywhere... in hospitals or not, in cities or in the wilderness, in castles in the hills or in shacks in the forest, in tents in the desert or on vessels out at sea. It was simply time for God to put us here... to grow up and then to serve Him in our special way at His special time.

Never before had Yahweh assembled this type of Kingdom representation on earth. He had used individuals, such as, Noah and Abraham and Moses. He had used a nation -- Israel. He had used priests and prophets and judges and poets and kings but nothing like this -- a blanket of Spirit-empowered Kingdom representatives spread out all over the earth, calling all of His precious lambs back into His pasture. We were Ambassadors of Love \-- witnesses for His message of reconciliation to the world. We were Agents of Grace -- workers in His ministry of the redemption of the world.

This consecrated service to Yahweh began for all of us in the year 2023 when we had all completed three sevens and were at the beginning of our fourth -- the ripe old age of twenty-one.

I was in India... Calcutta... and for all intents and purposes, I was just another Hindu boy. I was born into it and surrounded by it. Everyone I knew was Hindu. But little did I know I had the blood of Israel coursing through my veins, the blood of Messiah calling me out of worshipping other gods and into worshipping Him in Spirit and in Truth.

In my case, the realization began when my demon friends became increasingly uncomfortable around me and uncooperative in their dealings with me. They were not following my orders and frequently shrieking out in fear. Needless to say, that all had an adverse effect on my clientele, so my livelihood was failing miserably.

Out of anger and frustration one day, I commanded one of them, "Speak!"

"We have nothing in you... son of Israel... child of Abraham! Leave us alone!"

Upon hearing that chilling declaration, my entire body filled up with fire. I felt like a human torch.

We all learned to trust that fire within us during those first two years -- our wilderness experience. For many of us, probably the majority of us, it felt like an awakening. It was as though a concept of Messiah ran through our veins throughout our entire life and then somehow became energized, brought to life. We all felt as though we could feel Him quickening every molecule in our body.

And then, when this Living Word became a part of us, the written word became alive and thriving as well. We began to devour the truth of the Torah. We began to see the Lamb on every page, in every story. We saw that it was His story. It was all about Him. Israel was waking up. Israel was waking up from a long long deep slumber. The nightmare was over. And the dream, Father Abraham's dream, was finally becoming a reality.

For the next two years, even though we were spread out all over the planet, Yahweh brought us together through His One Spirit and taught us about His One Love for each and every one of His little lambs -- every human soul whom He made to be in relationship with Him. He taught us to see Him as the Great Shepherd and to see ourselves working alongside Him empowered by His strong desire to gather His little lambs back into His pasture.

Then after the emergence of the Beast and his prophet, our calling was crystal clear. We were sealed with His Name on our foreheads, the wonderful Name of Yahweh, the Great I Am.

We began our unique work as the Lamb's witnesses for Yahweh's great message of reconciliation to the world, and as His workers in His ministry of the redemption of the world. The 144,000 began to tell everyone... all over the world we began to tell everyone about the great great Love of Yahweh. It was glorious. It seemed as though I often went days without eating and sleeping. I was simply existing upon the filling of the Holy Spirit as I allowed Him to pour His energizing presence into me.

Our message was clear and simple and profound. And surprisingly, we discovered that most people, even though they were spread out all over the earth, most everyone already seemed to instinctively know the beauty and truth of our message. It was already known deep down that we are all to love Yahweh, and to love each other. People everywhere already knew the two Great Commandments of the Law, which have been in effect ever since the Beginning. So, they may have been in stubborn rebellion against these universal Truths, but deep down, they still knew them.

Yes, they knew them, but what they did not know was how they worked, or how to demonstrate them in their own life and in the lives of others around them. They did not know how to take those two Great Truths and put them into action.

It was then that I would tell them they did not know what to do with the Truths because they did not understand the third Great Commandment that is implicit in the second. To satisfy their quizzical looks, I would recite, "The second Great Commandment is -- Love your neighbor as yourself. So, it is the 'loving yourself' part that is most important because, in order to obey the first two Commandments, you actually have to first love yourself."

As the quizzical looks softened from their faces, I would smile and open their hearts to the treasures of Yahweh's process of filling and pouring, "Love yourself enough to allow Yahweh to pour His Love into you, so you can love Him in return by pouring out His Love onto others."

~ PEARL ~

Now I will tell you now about my third guest who joined me in my Judean cave. It was this third guest who happened to experience my final act of ministry as one of the 144,000.

Pearl was about my same age. She was the most beautiful young woman I had ever seen, in spite of the fact that she was quite roughed up and haggard from the persecution she had experienced from the Mark. But there was an inner glow from her that overshadowed every evidence of the stress and strain of her life.

She walked confidently and deliberately into the cave as though it were her place of business. She knew immediately that others had invaded her territory, so she was not surprised in the least when I emerged from the shadows in my glowing garment.

She instantly bowed and said, "I am at your service." Then looking up at me, she asked, "Is there anything I can get for you?"

I smiled and said, "Telling me your name would be a nice start."

"Yes, of course, my name is Pearl," she said.

"Just Pearl?" I asked.

She nodded, "Yes. Just Pearl. Everything else that was my life is gone. I have no connection to anything from my life before... before my..."

"Why don't you sit down," I interrupted. "You look like you could use a little rest."

She took the pack off her back and made a place to sit leaning up against the wall near the entrance of the cave. I sat down next to her and we looked down at the hill country sprawling out in front of us.

She took a deep breath and said, "I am tired. Tired of all this nonsense. Why can they not see? It is so obvious. Why can they not see how wrong it all is?" She looked over at me, "Never mind. You know. You know much better than I."

"It is what we have been working against since our calling," I agreed.

She looked at me and said, "You asked me for my name. Why? Why did you want to know my name?"

"I am not sure," I shrugged.

She fixed a straight-faced gaze on me for several seconds. Then her face softened and she took a slow deep breath and continued, "I can tell you. It is because that one word, my name, is my vision. Allah gave me a vision in my name," she explained. "He showed me that I am His pearl. He showed me that He is making a pearl of me. He is making a pearl out of the irritations that come from life in this mysterious oyster of a world."

"You are Muslim?" I asked.

With deep conviction in her eyes, she answered, "In my relationship with Him, yes, absolutely yes, I completely submit my entire being... my entire soul to His lordship over my life. But in religion, absolutely no." She paused and continued, "I love Him too much to limit myself to a dead set of rituals and rules..." She sighed deeply and continued, "I love Him."

"And how, may I ask..." I paused. "This is amazing to me. May I know how... will you please tell me how you discovered His great love?"

Pearl took another deep breath and stared out the cave entrance to the valley below. Without looking back at me, she started, "Of course every story these days begins with the Beast. It is as though nothing happened before him and everything was different after him."

She looked over at me, "I was happy. I was..." She looked down at the dusty floor of the cave, "I was... married." She paused and looked around the cave and then back at me, "My cousin, Selah and I worked at a fabric mill... in Jordan. I was happy..." She started to cry, "I was pregnant... seven months pregnant with..."

I reached over and put my hand on her shoulder, "I can only imagine what that must... I am sorry... I know a little about how..."

"I only hope I will see him one day... in the Kingdom," she wept.

"He was a boy?" I asked.

"Yes... my first time... my first..."

"All I know, Pearl... is all souls are everlasting," I said.

She looked at me and replied, "All I know is he is in the arms of my everlasting Love."

There was a long pause before I asked, "How did you learn to believe in His everlasting Love?"

"Selah told me she saw Issa in a dream. She said His hands were in the form of an open book with pages on both sides. She said He told her He was the Living Word of Allah and she needed to read His story. So, she soon found a radio program that taught her the Bible in Arabic, our own language. She said it was the most wonderful information she had ever heard. She said she found the One and Only True and Living God, and the Messiah, Jesus Christ.

"I did see something in her, but I could not dare to accept the things she was telling me. My husband was from a family that forbade such things. And although she gently tried and tried to share these things with me, I was resolute in my position... in my way of life... in my adherence to a dead religion.

"But now I know Him. My Great Love. The Great Lover of my soul. And I devote my life to Him. I will serve Him forever."

After reveling in that thought for a few moments, I asked about Selah.

"We were right there at work, just like any other typical day, when they came for her and took her away. I begged her to just tell them what they wanted to hear... but she merely looked at me and smiled and told me she could never deny her Love.

"And then... well, it did not take long before it was obvious that Selah was right."

She paused for a long time and began to cry, "I had no choice... I was powerless... my husband and his family forced me to comply... I... "

I knew she was talking about her son, her unborn child, because part of the Beast's campaign to "build the Perfect Beast," was to terminate all pregnancies. No "damaged goods" were allowed to enter into the population and corrupt his system of creating the new humanity.

I reached over and put my arm around Pearl. Through her tears, she sniffed quietly and whispered, "It was Rachel weeping for her children all over again."

Pearl composed herself somewhat, looked out of the cave entrance and continued, "My husband was ashamed of me and rejected me and forced me to leave our home. My parents tried to deal with it for a while, but... well, my eyes began to open to the truth that Selah had been sharing with me all along. They simply could not function with me in their presence when I began to tell them Selah had discovered the Way of our Lord. And that she was obviously right about the horrible Beast... and also right about everything that opposed Him."

"And that is when you came out here?" I asked.

"I followed the believers. At first, I tried to find Selah, but my new family out here in the wilderness told me she was most likely taken away to one of the camps and eventually martyred because of her unwavering testimony of the passion she had for her beloved Allah."

After a long period of contemplative quiet, I looked at Pearl and asked, "Have you ever received the Elements?"

She looked at me and replied, "I have seen your kind before, but I was always too afraid and too ashamed to approach you."

"Are you afraid now?" I asked, quietly.

"No," she replied, as tears filled her eyes.

So, I once again reached into my pouch and took out a pod of manna. As I formed it into a cake, I said, "This is His Body, broken for you."

She took the bread from me and slowly and reverently ate every bit of it while slowly and fully inhaling and exhaling.

Then I opened my flask and poured a cup for her, while saying, "This is His Blood of the Covenant. Shed for many for the forgiveness of sins."

Before she drank the cup, she closed her eyes and said quietly and deliberately, "Behold the Lamb of God, Who takes away the sin of the world."

When she was finished drinking, I gathered up the bag and flask and cup and put them off to the side of where we were sitting.

Then we stood up and looked at each other. I embraced her in my arms and whispered in her ear, "You have a great cloud of witnesses surrounding you now, Pearl, -- 6,000 years of those who have run before you and those who are currently running with you, encouraging you to lay aside every encumbrance and the sin that so easily entangles you, and to run the race that is set before you with endurance, fixing your eyes on Jesus, the Leader and the Finisher of this race of faith -- Who, for the joy set before Him, He endured the Cross, and despising the shame, He sat down at the right hand of the throne of God."

As we released our embrace, she looked at me and said, "I hope there is a place for me at that table with Him."

I inhaled slowly, nodded and said, "There is. You can be sure. There is."

She walked over toward the entrance of the cave and looked out over the valley below.

When I walked up next to her, she said, "I want to bring Him some treasures. I want to bring Him some more pearls and lay them right there in front of Him at that table. I want to bring people... as many people as I can... I want as many everlasting souls as I can get to join Him there at His table."

"Is that what you have been doing this whole time?" I asked.

"Yes," she answered. "I was out on my own learning as much as I could about Jesus and telling anyone who would listen."

"Then those are the very ones who will be the treasures you bring to Him at His table," I said.

She smiled and agreed, "Yes... I suppose so."

I paused and looked out over the valley and said, "You seem to know this area well."

"Jews are fleeing Jerusalem every day. They have no one to help them... so, we take care of them here in the hills," she explained. "I do know the area well. There is a whole band of us from all over... Muslim, Christians... many who seem to have been called by God to take care of the Jews during this horrible time.

"We have gathered food and clothing and medical supplies for them. We take care of them and help them recover from their mistreatment and the wrath of the Beast."

I nodded and looked over at her and said, "Little did Israel know that she was the woman who brought forth the Child -- the Savior of the World."

"And we all feel that it is our mission and the least we can do... the least we can do is take care of the woman in her time of great trouble," said Pearl.

I mentioned earlier that Pearl would be the last recipient of my ministry during the Tribulation. I am sure she thought nothing of it when she found herself alone in the cave the following morning. But she soon would learn that we were all gone.

Yahweh took us out of His service in a similar fashion as to how He brought us into it. We were all guided by the Holy Spirit within us to find a secluded space, a place separate from any other soul on the face of the earth. And when the last of us had done so, He instantly translated every last one of us out of the world and fully into His glorious presence.

It was our time to go. It was time for this special unique representation of the house of Israel to leave the sin-stained world. My last sight on earth was that of Pearl sleeping peacefully on the floor of the cave, covered with her blanket and with her head gently nestled on her bag. I asked for Yahweh's protection upon the remainder of her journey and thought about the next time I would see her in His glorious Kingdom.

~ 1,260 DAYS | 42 MONTHS | 3 1/2 YEARS ~

From my new perspective, being fully in the Kingdom, the experience of time was completely new. It was very different but not in a foreign way at all. Time in its new form was still a totally familiar component of our existence. And this is where my father's old story of The Dots and The Flats and The Depths again helped me a great deal.

You must now step into the fourth dimension. And remember, it includes the other three -- it is not separate from them at all. It is not an entirely different world. It is the world you know plus much much more. It is not extra-natural as though your world was left behind. It is super-natural as though everything in your world is amplified and enhanced.

Time, for example, still exists, but it is not linear. There is beginning, middle and end, but they now exist within the majesty of the moment of creativity. Anticipation and appreciation co-exist, much like a time-lapse event -- not as though it is sped up, but rather as though it is more fully known and understood and comprehended as it is happening.

Therefore, please bear with me as I attempt my very best to describe the last part of my story, which wraps up the 3 1/2 years prior to the Coming of our wonderful Lord to the earth at the end of the Tribulation period.

To keep it all in context, I am going to cover these events by telling you how Natalia, Jonah and Pearl experienced them. But I will also add how Herald, Simon, Selah and I interacted with them from our vantage point in the Kingdom.

First let us join Natalia as she left the cave to continue the search for her long lost center -- the place where her life would make sense -- the place where she could rest knowing her redemption might possibly include reconciliation with her God and reunion with her family.

She trod through a world that worshipped the Beast. It was a world that was completely enamored with his utopia \-- a world that was desperately exhausted from unrest -- a world that was starving and clamoring for peace.

It was the Beast who stepped into that void. He announced himself as messiah and the world eagerly took it all in -- hook, line and sinker. He provided solutions to societal ills. He provided solutions to the economic collapse. He provided solutions to the spiritual confusion. And he provided satisfaction to the hunger that every human heart was craving -- an opportunity to be a god.

This was the original Spiritual Hunger that began when Eleazar rebelled. Now, it was in full operation throughout humanity. The dragon's power and influence coursed through every vein in the Beast. Eleazar energized every cell in the Beast's body to be in rebellion against acknowledging and confessing Yahweh as King. So Eleazar finally had what he wanted -- the worship and adoration of the world. The sons and daughters of Adam and Eve were finally his worshippers and they gladly and eagerly set up the Beast as their king.

That is, except for Israel. Israel vehemently opposed any notion of a man being worshipped as God. That much of the Law was crystal clear to them -- you shall have no other gods besides Me.

They became the great thorn in the Beast's side -- a sharp barbed thorn that failed to be removed no matter how much he tried. So, they became the focus of his wrath. He went after them with a vengeance that would not be satisfied until the blood of Israel stopped flowing in every last one of them.

But Yahweh intervened. He led them en masse out to the Judean wilderness. There was nothing the Beast could do about it. Yahweh simply swallowed up Israel's enemies into the ground as the Beast sent them out in pursuit.

So instead, the Beast focused his efforts elsewhere, while Yahweh protected the remnant of His children and cared for them in His lovely mountains of Zion. And that is exactly where Natalia's story picks up.

My prediction back in the cave about Natalia turned out to be inaccurate. She was not tracked down and she was not beheaded. Instead, she remained right there in the mountains of Judea and wound up being of great assistance to the Israeli refugees.

As it happened, she crossed paths with a Catholic monastic group that had been operating in the area for hundreds of years. They were not well known and completely off the records of the church in Rome.

After leaving me in the cave, she wandered for several days in the mountains only to finally collapse in exhaustion in a dried-up wadi. Following a random unexpected evening rain, a few of the monks went out to the wadi to collect water from one of their hewn-out cisterns.

By that time, Natalia looked like just another dried up trunk of a sycamore tree that had been washed up on the bank of the wadi. Her lower legs and feet were in the water and her upper body was draped across the bank. The upstream side of her body was covered with mud.

The monks were startled to discover that the tree trunk was, in actuality, a woman. And then, when they recognized the identity of this particular woman, they were even more shocked and quite fearful.

From our vantage point in the Kingdom, Yahweh allowed Herald to inspire the monks with the strong sense of charity he had learned during his many years of dedicated service to the church. So, without regard to their fear, the monks scooped Natalia up and brought her back to their compound. As they cleaned her up and cared for her dehydration and lack of nutrition, they could see, without question, that something was noticeably different about her. She was no longer the evil witch who had so diligently served the Beast and Pope Innocent in their diabolical persecution of the Church.

About halfway through the day, Natalia finally became coherent and was able to tell the monks about our encounter in the cave and that she had taken the Elements. She was humble and apologetic for her evil deeds and she begged the monks for their mercy and compassion and forgiveness.

Therefore, as was in keeping with the true tenets of the Church, the monks welcomed Natalia into their community, which, unforeseen by them, rapidly became a busy ministry to the massive number of Israeli refugees who were fleeing to the mountains for protection from the Beast.

As time passed, the monks continued to be quite surprised by Natalia's humility. She became a tireless servant to them, as well as to every refugee who came through their gates looking for protection. She worked arduously, often late into the evening, gladly and cheerfully performing even the most crude and mundane tasks for the people in her care.

Soon she had established herself as the servant of all. And in the Kingdom, I would notice the swelling in Herald's heart after each of her acts of kindness to her new-found friends.

One thing worth noting here is the tarnish that came over the gold marks in her forehead and right hand. The once highly revered marks of the Beast became dingy and rusty and rotted.

However, sadly, those marks were still in effect when the final bowls were poured out upon the earth. But beautifully, as seems to be the custom of our gracious God, the tables were turned and the community ministered to her as each plague ran its course.

But she courageously refused any pity from her new friends. She welcomed the pain and the torture as a salve to her tortured soul for willingly committing her own egregious acts of treachery against humanity while serving the Beast.

As the last of the plagues were finished and the final war was over, sometime during the massive worldwide earthquake, Natalia left the community of the monks and was never seen again. Finally, the Tribulation ended and the final millennium began.

The details about the next time I saw Natalia will be shared later because that part of the story was mysterious.

Now, as for Jonah.

After Jonah left our cave, he was driven and determined to speak for Israel. When our ministry was complete and the entire 144,000 of us were taken out of service, Jonah somewhat rejoiced. He saw it as his open door to fill in the gap -- to put on the mantle and go to all Israel and proclaim the Name of Messiah Jesus.

When he found out about the ministry of the Two Witnesses in Jerusalem, he immediately went and attached himself to them. They would laugh at his zeal and exuberance. They viewed him like a puppy dog, simply excited to be alive and involved in service for his dear Good Shepherd.

In their role as the Two Witnesses, Michael and Gabriel were given the opportunity to embody human form before the end of Yahweh's project on earth. They had served humanity many times over the previous six millennia, but this was their opportunity to live in the flesh for an extended period of time, dressed in sackcloth no less. It was also their opportunity to experience a physical human death. It was their immersion into humanity, their one-time extended adventure as humans.

Michael and Gabriel's messages flowed forth from the Olive Trees they had tended since their creation. The oil of the Holy Spirit flowed through them as a prophecy of redemption and reconciliation and hope. And fittingly, the delivery of their individual message was a perfect reflection of their unique personality, Michael's message of coming judgment and Gabriel's message of grace upon grace.

Our loving Father allowed Simon to intervene from the Kingdom on a few occasions as the opposition attempted to end Jonah's life, but finally, when the Beast thought that Abaddon had killed the Two Witnesses and their lifeless bodies were lying in the streets of Jerusalem, he ordered the rejoicing crowds to take Jonah to the steps of the temple and cut off his head.

Finally, as for Pearl.

Pearl was beautiful through and through. Her outward beauty was a perfect representation of her inner soul. She was determined and strong-willed. Nothing could sway her from her mission. She felt called by Yahweh to serve Him tirelessly for the duration of her existence on earth.

After she was aware of me being taken out of service, she simply kept at her ministry to serve and to care for any poor soul whom Yahweh put in her path, declaring the entire time to them about His great great love for them and His compassion and mercy and grace over them.

Israelites in particular were astonished at the fact that a Muslim woman could be so bold and outwardly expressive of her devotion to Yahweh. And they were also shocked by her knowledge and mastery of the scriptures -- the Word of God. She spoke their language with more passion and zeal than any of the rabbis who taught in their synagogues. Yahweh used her cousin, Selah, to inspire her and help her to gain insights and truth from her studies in the Bible.

She also knew the Christian New Testament texts and pointed out the information in the Revelation of John when the three angels flew in the sky and announced the Gospel and the judgement of Babylon and the Beast. Many many souls raced into Yahweh's loving embrace as a result of her proclamations. She was a true prophetess -- a beautifully captivating witness for Yahweh's message of reconciliation to the world.

At last, the seven final plagues were poured out upon the grace-rejecting world. The remnant of believers watched incredulously as the opposition mounted their final fateful attempt to quench the overflowing grace of Yahweh.

Pearl watched in awe as the King of Kings and Lord of Lords approached, riding on a white horse. The Lamb of God assembled His armies behind Him, also on white horses, as the Beast and the kings of the earth prepared their attack.

But it was over with a word. The Word of God simply looked out over their assembly, opened His mouth and said, clearly and firmly, "I AM."

It was finished.

They all fell backward and never got up. Blood appeared all over the ground and rose up to about the horses' bridle. And then the blood quickly subsided leaving nothing behind but bare ground. All the wickedness and evil and rebellion simply vanished.

Finally, all that remained were three loose ends to tie up. The Beast and Pope Innocent were cast into the Lake of Fire and the Dragon Eleazar was bound with chains and consigned to the Abyss.

Lake of Fire is an appropriate combination of words to describe the place because of how unnatural it is, and how anti-natural it is. Water and fire cannot co-exist, so when they are juxtaposed with each other, the result is a non-existence. It is a place of non-existence where life is endlessly consumed, like fire consumes wood. And there is nothing special or unique about the Abyss. It is merely a secure holding place -- a prison. Eleazar disobeyed and rebelled against Yahweh, thereby forfeiting his place of beauty in the presence of our glorious Yahweh.

The contrast must be excruciating.

~ SEVEN ~

Please allow me now to briefly provide some general information that defined our lives throughout the seventh millennium. First of all, it was the seventh millennium and there were six prior to it. Please simply read the text Yahweh provided and calculate it roughly according to these milestones -- Adam to Noah around 1,000 years; Noah to Abraham around 1,000 years; Abraham to David around 1,000 years; David to Yeshua Messiah around 1,000 years; Yeshua's first coming to His second coming around 2,000 years.

The faulty calculations of billions of years are the result of scientific theories being limited within a three-dimensional construct. A simple fourth-dimensional understanding easily clears up all that confusion. A simple reading and study of the information Yahweh provided in the scriptures clarifies every one of these types of seemingly confusing issues.

Six millennia had passed. Six millennia of unrest. Six millennia of war with Yahweh -- rebellion against His presence -- resistance against His will -- rejection of His loving embrace.

Six millennia of lessons-learned, hopefully... because a new millennium was dawning. A new millennium wherein the poor in spirit would partake of the Kingdom; and those who mourn would be comforted; and the meek would inherit the earth; and those who hunger and thirst for righteousness would be satisfied; and the merciful would receive mercy; and the pure in heart would see Yahweh; and the peacemakers would be called the children of Yahweh; and those who were persecuted for righteousness sake would partake of the Kingdom.

The pervasive context of unrest had run its full course. The long dark night was spent. A new day was dawning.

~ DAY ONE ~

It was interesting and surprising that Yahweh chose to begin the seventh millennium with a day of rest. But of course, it did not take long for us to realize that this was exactly what creation was longing for and needed most. The earth was scarred from 6,000 years of abuse and people were still reeling in the memory of the final seven years of struggle and pain and sorrow -- memories that were still fresh in the minds of those who had survived the Tribulation period.

This population consisted of Israeli refugees who had fled to the wilderness to escape from the wrath of the Beast, and the people like Natalia and Pearl who were devoted to caring for them. There were also bands of other people scattered all over the earth who had refused the Mark and managed to escape decapitation, or dying from exposure, or from starvation and dehydration.

And thankfully, a great number of survivors were the happy beneficiaries our ministry, the ministry of the ministry of the 144,000. These souls had heard our message and had gladly welcomed and surrendered to the everlasting embrace of our Loving Yahweh.

But there were also some groups of people who refused to listen to our good news and steadfastly resisted the touch of Yahweh upon their life. And in addition, they also refused to accept the Beast's new worldwide society. They were simply in disagreement with both options and had stubbornly endured the Tribulation period by arduously toughing it out on their own.

Actually, before I move on with the unfolding events of the seventh millennium, it would be best for me to explain/review some fourth dimensional concepts that come to play in it. This new phase of Yahweh's project was just beginning. It was a phase in which Heaven and earth were more unified. Interaction between the two was more constant and evident. Earth's eyes were opened to see the Heavenly Kingdom that surrounded it. And earth was now more super-natural.

An example of this comes into play right here in my story because everyone on earth was able to experience every day at once. Even though the Lamb was bodily in Jerusalem, He was also intimately present with everyone else spread out all over the earth. And by the way, it was day everywhere on earth at once and night everywhere on earth at once, because when He was awake it was day and when He was asleep it was night.

So, in the beauty of this fourth-dimensional context, the Lamb stood in the center of the war-torn holy city of Jerusalem and declared peace on earth and good will toward men. He announced that this would be a day of rest and a day of worldwide Communion.

He extended His left arm straight out to His left and lovingly declared, "This is My Body, broken for you."

We could scarcely believe our eyes. It was amazing and incredible and glorious. Everywhere, all over the earth, at every table, the Bread of Life was created and lovingly placed before every person. It was a worldwide feeding of the multitudes that was like the two feedings He had performed previously when He was here on earth as one of us.

Every person all over the world who had suffered and survived through the previous seven years gladly and lovingly took the manna cake before them and communed with the Body of Christ. The entire population was in a unified state of worship as everyone everywhere meditated upon how thankful they were for the price Yahweh paid for them on the Cross two millennia previously.

After a good long period of everyone quietly and reverently relishing that moment, the Lamb extended His right hand straight out to His right and with absolute conviction in His eyes, He said, "This is My Blood... shed for you for the remission of sin."

And then everywhere, all over the earth, a cup appeared before every soul -- a cup filled with the wine of His love. Every soul solemnly grasped the cup before them and slowly and worshipfully drank the liquid that represented the most valuable asset in the universe -- the shed Blood of the Lamb of God.

He stood there smiling, with His body in the shape of a cross as everyone celebrated His great great Love for us.

The remainder of the day was filled with joy and friendship and fellowship. There were lively conversations that blended naturally into praise and laughter. There was singing and dancing in some places, quiet pockets of meditation in others, or simply peaceful rejuvenating napping, as the people everywhere on earth experienced Day One of the seventh millennium.

~ DAY TWO ~

The Lamb began the second day of the seventh millennium by instructing every soul on earth to stand up straight and reach their arms up as high as possible. Then, from their fingertips to their toes, He clothed them with His righteousness. Every article of human clothing vanished. Everyone was now robed in His righteousness. All sense of vanity with regard to fashion was gone. Every soul was viewed as who they were, rather than who they appeared to be.

As this unified and equal outward appearance sank in, sexual desires diminished and were replaced by a more familial connection with each other. Male and female identities were retained but with absolutely equal standing and value toward each other for their uniquely gendered experience. There was a genuine sense of perfect complementarity between every person. Lust for the opposite sex was replaced with love for one and all.

And while the variety of human races and ethnicities were retained, the different human languages were not. Native tongues were converted to a new language that was generated by a united spiritual and familial bond. There was no need to learn the new language. Everyone simply heard and understood each other. There was no more language barrier. Everyone freely glorified Yahweh from their soul in their own language that was understood individually and corporately by everyone else.

Then people began to notice a major shift in the animal kingdom. The urge to procreate also diminished among them. They became more peaceful among their own kind and more open to human interaction. The lion was lying with the lamb.

And to everyone's amazement and glee, communication between humans and animals was restored. So, joyfully experiencing this particular new activity took up most of the remainder of the second day.

As you imagine this in your mind, do not connect it with images from a corny talking animal movie, ala Mr. Ed, the horse. It is so much more beautiful than that.

Rather, picture yourself speaking out loud to animals and the animals completely understanding what you are saying. And conversely, picture the animals replying to you and you completely understanding what they are saying.

But the animals use their natural vocal sounds, rather than human language. For example, sheepdogs continue to bark as they always have, but now their communication is perfectly interpreted by the shepherd. And vice versa.

As this restored intimacy between humans and animals went on, both humans and animals began to get physically hungry. But thankfully, now all sense of satisfying that hunger by eating each other had diminished completely. There was no desire whatsoever to 'kill and eat.' Those days were passed. There was not even the slightest inkling to do so.

Instead, humans and animals alike all looked around and observed a wide variety of foods available to them on the surrounding plant life. And soon, joyful feasts began as the delicious taste and the satisfying nutrition of the foods were explored.

Communion with the Lamb was celebrated on the previous day and Communion with each other and the animals was celebrated on the second day.

~ DAY THREE ~

It was now time for the fish of the sea and the birds of the air to join in the new seventh millennium re-creation process. Birds began to call out in joy and fly in glorious synchronized patterns in the sky. Their songs were like orchestral music as they joined together in their newfound aerial freedom.

Again, while the people enjoyed the sounds of the concert and the sight of the aerial gymnastics from the birds, they gathered and ate more of the wonderful food from the surrounding plants.

Not to be outdone, then the fish began to gather near the banks of the rivers and the shores of the seas and oceans. They too displayed their re-created joy by jumping out of the water and flipping in the air and then diving back into the water. They created glorious geometric patterns on the surface of the water, like highly trained synchronized swimmers performing a perfectly choreographed water ballet.

~ DAY FOUR ~

On the fourth day of the seventh millennium, everyone watched with eagerness as the Lamb walked out and stood in the middle of Jerusalem. It was time for some heavy lifting. He raised His arms and smiled a broad grin as He looked up into the sky.

As I mentioned earlier, day and night were now not determined by a rotation of the earth. It was day when the Lamb awoke and night when He went to sleep. The sun and moon were now merely reflections of His glory on earth.

Please remember that this can only be understood fourth-dimensionally. Do not think of the earth and sun as spheres with space and distance between them. Think of everything revolving around His radiance.

On Day One of the seventh millennium, no one noticed that the earth had stopped rotating on its axis because the Lamb gradually slowed it down at just the right rate to make it unnoticeable. But on this Fourth Day, the people noticed it when He raised His arms and straightened the axial tilt of the planet. This time, everyone was aware of it as it was being corrected because it felt as though they were on a smoothly gliding moving walkway.

As this straightening happened, the air seemed like it became alive with refreshing energy. Amazing new cloud formations appeared in the sky. The air temperature became perfect. It was like the cool of the day back in the Garden of Eden.

Then as the Lamb lowered His arms, the sun dimmed and the moon started to shine brightly. A myriad of myriads of stars were now visible punctuating a midnight blue sky with dazzling and twinkling splendor.

Time and space and seasons were now completely dependent upon the Lamb. Life revolved around Him now. Day and night and seasons and the entire atmosphere were an extension of His glorious radiating Being.

~ DAY FIVE ~

By the fifth day of the seventh millennium, most everyone had figured out that the Lamb was in a re-creation mode. Day by day, He was addressing the first seven days of the original creation in reverse order.

During the previous seven years under the rulership of the Beast and the judgments of Yahweh, the earth had taken a major beating. Earthquakes, fire, blood, hailstones and abuse had left the surface of the earth damaged and scarred. And man-made structures were cracked open and toppled all over in every city. Smoke was constantly rising from smoldering debris in the cities and wasted forests in the country.

So, it was now time to address the surface of the earth -- both the land and the sea.

Everyone silently watched in eager anticipation as the Lamb walked a short distance outside Jerusalem. He came to a nearby hill, paused for a moment, and then walked up to the top. He became absolutely still for what seemed like an eternity.

Slowly and gradually, a fiery gate appeared next to Him. An angel stood next to the gate with a dazzling sword in his outstretched arm above him. The Lamb nodded to him and the angel began to ascend heavenward. As he did, it appeared as though he was lifting a great drape off the surface of the earth that revealed a glorious verdant garden. As the drape was lifted higher and higher, the garden spread out over the entire surface of the earth. Everyone was found standing on new ground. A gentle consistent fragrant wind was released as every man-made thing on the earth vanished. Everything that had been harvested from the elements of the earth returned to the elements of the earth -- dust to dust.

It was the healing of Adam's curse. Every element returned to its natural state. Every piece of wood that was used to build something returned to the earth. Every piece of steel, every piece of masonry, every piece of electronics, every vehicle, boat and airplane, every building, every bridge, every road, every home, every stable, every work of art, every book... everything returned to the dust of the earth.

Then the Lamb of God stepped aside and revealed the Tree of Life at the top of the hill. It was primarily the shape of a cross with one main trunk and two branches pointing out in opposite directions about a third of the way down from the top. But the overall shape of the top two thirds was spherical, like a tree with smaller branches and leaves and fruit all around it at the top of the main trunk.

Crystal clear water began to pool at the base of the Tree of Life and then run down the hill in four rivers, one north, one south, one west and one east. Eventually the four rivers met again at the opposite side of the planet where they drained toward the center of the earth and then came back up pouring out from the base of the Tree of Life.

When John saw these things in his vision, he described it in a perfectly three-dimensional concept -- a cube.

We find that somewhat humorous now but also perfectly appropriate because the cube John was shown is the starting point of everything in every direction. John saw and described that starting point. He saw that magnificent hub and source of everlasting life and nourishment and health and water -- the Fountain of Life pouring out everlasting blissful togetherness with the Lover of our souls.

The Garden was restored. Land and water and vegetation were in perfect harmony with each other and were thoroughly enjoyed by every single human, creature, bird and fish.

~ DAY SIX ~

Heaven is not up. Do not think of it as being above everything else. Heaven is all around and all within. Heaven is a spherical infinity that constantly circulates outwardly and inwardly at the same time.

On the sixth day of the seventh millennium, eyes were opened to see angelic activity all around. Souls who had lived and died and were now in the presence of Yahweh were allowed to freely interact with souls on earth. There was no doubt anymore about the reality of the spiritual realm of Heaven. It was now an integral part of all life -- a unity of Heaven and earth. God's Kingdom had come. And His will was being done.

~ DAY SEVEN ~

Light.

The Light of the World was now present and reigning on earth.

The Light of Love.

The Light of Righteousness and Truth.

The Light of Judgment and Justice.

The Light of Mercy and Compassion.

The Light of Forgiveness and Grace.

The Light of Patience and Peace.

Light.

Thus, the seventh millennium began in perfect consistency with Yahweh's six and one rhythm.

~ RESTORATION ~

The next day was a Sabbath, a day of rest and restoration.

And while the curse of Adam on the ground had been restored, there were still two other curses to address -- Eve's and the serpent's.

The Lamb began with the serpent by calling every one of them on the earth to come into His presence. He said to them, "The seed of the woman has prevailed. There shall no longer be enmity between her seed and your seed."

Amazingly, and to everyone's wonder, each serpent began to metamorphosize into a four-legged creature with dazzling fur and majestic stature. Each of them pranced and skipped away to fellowship with the other creatures with whom they had been in enmity since their curse.

Then the Lamb addressed the females, both human and animal alike and said, "There shall no longer be pain in childbirth. You have all been fruitful and multiplied. There is no longer a need for procreation. The quiver is full."

He then addressed every person and said, "There shall no longer be one of you ruling over another. You are all rulers of your own lives and co-rulers with each other over the responsibilities that I will assign to you. And I Am the Ruler over all."

Then He smiled and said, "Now that we have taken care of those few items of restoration, let us rest and commune with each other and enjoy each other's presence."

The manna cakes began to appear again the same way they had on the first day, so people scooped them up and looked to their loving Lord, as He said, "This is My Body broken for you. Do this in remembrance of Me."

Everyone had kept their special cup from the first day of Communion, so after they ate the Bread of Life, they picked up their cup as the Lamb was filling each of them with fresh wine and saying, "This is My Blood of the covenant between Me and you."

Everyone solemnly drank their cup and then enjoyed each other's company as they continued to go out and explored their new Garden dwelling place.

And now, I will use the circumstances of my three beloved cave friends to describe how the years of the seventh millennium unfolded. And when I say years, by the way, it means twelve 30-day months -- 360 days total. And yes, the earth still orbits the sun and the moon still orbits the earth, but they do so in a way that is difficult to describe in three-dimensional language.

~ PEARL AND SELAH ~

Let me begin with Pearl because her reunion with her unborn child was a joy to behold. Her grief over the taking of her cousin, Selah, and the murder of her unborn child had driven her into the comforting embrace of her ever-loving Lord. So, when He placed her baby boy into her arms, her joy burst forth like a rushing river.

And that acts as a perfect example of one of the major occupations of people during the seventh millennium -- that of nurturing those who, over the previous six millennia, were robbed of experiencing a life on earth. The largest population of which were the young who never reached an age of accountability wherein they could execute their free will with regard to saying yes or no to establishing an everlasting relationship with Yahweh.

Myriads of them had never even been born due to complications in pregnancy, or accidents, or abortions, or miscarriages. Many others had been born but were killed at a young age as sacrifices to pagan gods, or killed for political or economic or any number of other reasons. All of them in this category of 'innocent children' were resurrected as newborn infants or at the age at which they perished and given a second chance at life on earth. These individuals were all part of the new seventh millennium population.

Another major category of souls who occupied the seventh millennium were those who had lived a fairly typical duration of life but never had the mental capacity to exercise their free will with regard to making a decision about a relationship with Yahweh. These individuals had been prevented from having enough understanding to make that type of decision.

All of these innocent and uninformed souls were assigned to appropriate teachers who could nurture them and guide them in their journey toward Yahweh and the choice to walk with Him or not.

These teachers were comprised of souls in the Family of Yahweh who had lived full lives at various ages throughout the previous six millennia. They were bodily resurrected and given glorious opportunities to be parents, teachers, coaches and mentors who could share their life experiences with this new generation of innocent and uninformed souls.

Many, like Pearl, were able to do this for their very own children. Many others were paired up according to a wide variety of common circumstances, such as era or geography or ethnicity or nation. It was an amazing opportunity for people to bond and pour into each other's lives.

And please remember and be aware that the sin of Adam and Eve was still present in these new resurrected innocent and uninformed souls, as well as in those who lived through the Tribulation and entered on into the seventh millennium, Pearl being one of them. Sin was still very much an active force throughout the seventh millennium. It was present, even in the restored earth and under the reign of the Lamb.

Humankind could still rebel. So, major efforts were put toward encouraging the older souls and teaching the younger souls about the abounding love of Yahweh and how we were all meant to exist within His loving embrace.

By the way, please also know that no new human souls were being generated during the seventh millennium. There was no reproduction of humans or creatures. The opportunity to be fruitful and multiply had ceased.

But Pearl for example, was still able to fully mother her son. She nursed him and was able to do everything a new mother could do for her child. Which, I must say, was a joy for me to behold. I watched as this dear friend of mine was given a full restoration of her deep deep loss. Selah was also able to experience her own opportunity to parent a new resurrected soul, so she and Pearl were able to enjoy their mothering activities together.

It was all rather grand and glorious indeed.

~ JONAH AND SIMON ~

As for Jonah, you may recall that he left the cave and went on to serve the Two Witnesses, which he was able to do for quite a while. But since he was not sealed, it was only a matter of time before the Beast had his head.

He was absolutely thrilled to serve Yahweh in any way he could. He joyfully accepted the persecution that came associated with the ministry of the Witnesses. But when that opportunity was over and the Mark seized him and prepared him for execution, he shouted, "Hallelujah to my King!" at the top of his lungs as the axe came down on the back of his neck.

As a result of his service, he was numbered with a group of people referred to as 'tribulation saints' who were all resurrected at the beginning of the seventh millennium to rule and reign with the Lamb. They were all given governmental tasks -- extensions of the reign of the Lamb over the earth. Some were judges over disputes, some were police to keep the peace, some were representatives of the people to present issues of concern to the Lamb. Many acted merely as ambassadors of the Kingdom who were spread out all over the earth.

Jonah was one of these such ambassadors, and much like his namesake, he went out into different areas of the earth and proclaimed the love of the Lamb to anyone who would listen. But his message was not the same as his namesake, as in pointing out wickedness and warning of impending judgement, "Forty days and comes destruction."

Rather, he went out to the people and proclaimed the benefits of walking with Yahweh and encouraged them to be prudent and wise about embracing and cherishing His patience and forgiveness and grace.

And as I mentioned before, the barriers between the third and fourth dimensions were now much thinner and much more transparent, so often Simon was able to join Jonah in his duties. The two of them were filled with joy and immensely thankful for the opportunity to be re-united with each other and to serve the Lamb together.

~ NATALIA AND HERALD ~

I mentioned earlier that Natalia's story would be continued later. And part of her story is even later than right here. Herald and I looked for her in the Kingdom and inquired about her, but we were merely told to be patient.

Which is a good point to make right now -- Yahweh's will is not always either yes for something or no against something. More often His will is wait. And wait usually means either the timing is not right, or we are not ready. And that is one of the great purposes of our experience on earth -- experiencing the context of chronology to understand the Wisdom of Yahweh.

Herald knew this truth well, but it was still difficult, so he busied himself as he always had, in the service of others. In particular, due to his many years of devoted service at the Vatican, he helped people with their Garden domiciles. Remember that the earth had experienced severe wreckage during the final seven-year period, and that the angel had lifted the drape to reveal the restored Garden environment, which did not include anything fabricated by humans.

Therefore, in the seventh millennium, humans were provided with domiciles, both individual and communal. They were simple dome-like structures that served primarily as places for solitude and reverence and communion and worship. They were not for shelter because there were no more harmful or uncomfortable elements in the Garden earth. The environment was continually pleasant for all forms of life.

So, Herald busied himself off and on helping people manage their domiciles. His contribution was primarily placing them or moving them or making some type of adjustment to them. Herald also busied himself in the task of teaching people from the scriptures about the full wonderful unfolding of Yahweh's creation and His story of redemption.

But despite each of our own busyness, Herald and I both often found ourselves trying to comfort each other when we thought of Natalia. We both knew that the decision to take the Mark meant being erased out of the Lamb's Book of Life. And at the same time, we both knew of the sincere repentance Natalia demonstrated after having taken the Mark. So, balancing these two concepts and not having an answer was something we, and many others with similar situations, carried with us.

~ POPULATION ~

Next, please be aware that the aging process in the seventh millennium was entirely changed. Every person who lived through the devastation of the final seven years of the sixth millennium and entered the seventh millennium lived for the next 1,000 years. There was no physical death during that 1,000-year period.

And no humans were conceived or born during those final seven years either. So, humans ranging in age from childhood through elderly entered the seventh millennium.

All of these individuals were heirs of Adam and Eve's sin. The environment around them was restored and the government reigning over them was perfect, but the sin inside them was still alive and well. In addition, such was the condition of every innocent and uninformed soul who was resurrected and placed into the seventh millennium for the purpose of having the full opportunity to live a life on earth in the presence of both sin and righteousness, in order that their own free will could be discovered and exercised.

So, the reality of life in the seventh millennium was that it was filled with selfishness and disagreements and quarrels, even though every human need was amply met and opportunities for recreation and creativity abounded.

Furthermore, there was no murder because life could not be taken. There was no adultery because there was no marriage and no sexual activity. But there was stealing and lying and covetousness because sin in the human heart is simply insatiable.

People still did ignore Yahweh in deference to other pursuits to which they gave more attention instead of Him. They still did not embrace His name upon themselves and instead wasted their lives on vain objects of desire and meaningless pastimes.

And even though the seventh day was a glorious worldwide celebration of Communion with the Lamb, many simply went through the motions in a completely unmeaningful way, or merely reduced it to a compulsory religious experience.

Honor among people was also severely lacking. The ancient issues of pride in the heart hung on tightly and refused to give up. 'My will be done' was still very much alive and well in people all over the earth.

So, external paradise in the Garden was thriving, but internal paradise in the hearts of people was still a long way off from being universally realized.

The group of people whom I referred to previously as 'tribulation saints' who had refused to take the Mark of the Beast and were subsequently killed for not doing so, had their work cut out for them during the seventh millennium as judges over these frequent disputes and arguments between people.

Do not think the people of the seventh millennium had an easier life since the Garden was restored and the King was ruling from His throne. There was plenty of evil at work. Evil always finds a way to work, regardless of the surrounding conditions. Every human since Adam and Eve throughout all seven millennia was given full opportunity to express both good and evil. The fruit of the tree was born over and over and over again.

~ RECREATION ~

I mentioned recreation and creativity earlier, so now please allow me to go into more detail about those two activities as they were experienced during the seventh millennium.

Think about the possibility of being able to travel anywhere on earth -- high forested mountains, low lush valleys or crisp dry deserts, or pristine shores with crystal clear water lapping up on them. Think about being able to explore them freely and fully... hiking, climbing, swimming, or simply relaxing and taking in the view. Imagine it all being right there in front of you. The entire earth, readily accessible to explore and experience in all its grandeur.

And speaking of grandeur, admiring the heavens also became a hugely popular pastime in the seventh millennium. Again, please do not limit your thinking to three dimensions. When you think of the earth rotating around the sun and the moon rotating around the earth, think of them more like dancing partners with much more freedom of movement. The same things are accomplished but in a much more elegant and exciting fashion. And the stars, oh my, the stars! Just know that the people of the seventh millennium will be talking about those glorious glorious stars forever.

And here is another thing. Think about games or sports. Think about the enjoyment of testing physical limits or developing a game strategy. It was all way more than that because there was no competition, no winner or loser, only the pure joy of participating either solo or as part of a team.

Imagine scoring a goal and both sides being equally thrilled and joyful together over a game well played. And it was even more fabulous and amazing as new concepts of play were invented and practiced and enjoyed by everyone involved.

Solo athletic activities also became more expanded and meaningful as a way to devote oneself to participating with an attitude of worship and praise and adoration to the Lamb. There was no pride, no desire to be self-gratified or applauded by others.

~ CREATIVITY ~

To describe art in the seventh millennium, I think I will use the example of Michelangelo's famous statue of David. When the angel lifted the drape and the earth was being restored to its original state, many many people bemoaned the destruction of every 'work of art' on earth; from architecture to sculpture; canvas to clothing; or from every literary work to recordings of every kind. It seemed like such a great great loss, such a massive travesty to lose such magnificent masterpieces forever.

But let me get back to 'David,' Michelangelo's masterpiece. To start off, he and David had a nice chat about it and no small amount of laughter. Its assimilation back to the dust of the earth was not a loss at all to either of them. Michelangelo's conclusion was that the most important and valuable thing to him was the creative process, rather than the final product.

And David smiled and shared his final thought on the matter being that it was a perfectly beautiful piece of marble before Michelangelo started chipping away at it. Michelangelo agreed wholeheartedly.

However, with regard to the bemoaning of the passing of works of art from the past, such as 'David,' please remember that in the past, every aspect of all 'three-dimensional' art was perceived in the human mind, which of course, was not destroyed. And in fact, the memories of this art were way more vivid and enhanced in the fourth dimension than it was in the third. Every work of art was experienced and appreciated even more than it was in the past. Again, 'David' for example, could actually be touched instead of simply being viewed in the Vatican. The reality of 'David' was available for all to fully explore. The intricate textures in paintings by Van Gogh could be touched as well as merely being viewed. Rest assured, the fourth-dimensional aspect of art goes way beyond anything that was experienced before and way beyond anything that I could possibly describe here in words.

Thoughts of marble are three-dimensional. Thoughts of paper and words and notes are three-dimensional. But they are not gone. Instead, they are experienced in the fourth-dimensionality of the mind. Do not be discouraged. Every bit of creativity that was worth keeping was preserved and available to all.

In the seventh millennium, creativity was all about 'original thought' -- the aspect of being made in His likeness and capable of generating something that had previously not existed. It was that and also more about the satisfaction of sharing these originalities with others. It was never about self-glorification, or adulation and admiration from others.

Creativity was shared as both singular simple ideas and compound complex ideas presented to others for their enjoyment. It was all about sharing with others, whether it was a character in a story, or a note in a symphony, or a movement in a dance, or a thread in a tapestry, or a line of dialogue in a play. Everything... all of it was for the pure joy of being made in His creative likeness and about the gift of being able to share with others something completely unique and original that was birthed in one's own soul.

And please realize... this is the most amazing aspect of it all -- Yahweh willingly suspended His own omniscience with regard to His children's creativity. The presentation of these bursts of creativity were as equally fresh and enjoyable to Him as well. And oh, how meaningful it was to honor Him and worship Him in this way. It was the absolute fullness of creativity -- an everlasting cycle of generating and sharing.

~ FAMILY ~

Finally, let me use myself as an example to illustrate one more thing about the seventh millennium that I know you must be wondering about, which is the love between a man and a woman.

I mentioned earlier that there was no more marrying and being given in marriage and that there were no more sexual relations -- no more reproduction. And I also mentioned that there were still male and female genders but in a more familial sense. All of these new relationship parameters promoted the most intimate and loving relationships that humans had ever experienced since the original bond of intimacy between Adam and Eve.

At this point in my story, you may have already surmised that Pearl is my Eve and I am her Adam and together we raised her (our) beautiful son, Uriel, during the seventh millennium.

I told you when I first saw Pearl coming into the cave that she was the most strikingly beautiful woman, from the inside out, whom I had ever encountered. From that moment on we were drawn to each other and we subsequently experienced a long loving relationship throughout the entire seventh millennium. And, along with her Uriel, many many other souls joined our loving family unit. We all lived and loved and benefited from each other's presence during our common bond of adoring and worshipping our Great Lover, the Lamb of God.

~ REDEMPTION ~

This leads me to talking about how Yahweh's core theme of redemption took place in the human family during the seventh millennium. It was not much different than the previous six millennia, but all of His interactions with us were simply way more transparent and understandable and embraceable.

To illustrate this concept, I would like to share with you how it played out for King David. Yes, King David of Israel. He and many other individuals whose lives were captured in the Biblical narrative were resurrected and given opportunities to serve Yahweh during this unique phase of His project. In a sense, they acted like living words. They brought a whole new dimension to the Biblical record as they taught us more about how the stories actually occurred.

For example, let me tell you about David's son, his illegitimate son from his adulterous and murderous situation with Bathsheba and Uriah. All three of these adults were resurrected to come and raise the boy who was conceived in Bathsheba and whose life was subsequently cut short after his birth.

It was a powerful illustration of redemption because of the strong bond between all three of them despite the horrible and painful circumstances of their situation. Uriah, for example, was not angry and bitter and vengeful against David for selfishly taking his wife and then having him killed in battle. Instead, his friendship with David was more like what it was before the incident. Their common bond for the cause of Israel was restored. It was redeemed by the Blood of the Lamb.

And David himself was not consumed with remorse over what he had done. He still deeply felt and owned everything he had written in Psalm 51, but now it was different because it had been redeemed by the Blood of the Lamb.

There was no soul crushing shame. There was no debilitating guilt. Bathsheba simply held the boy tenderly and nursed him lovingly, while the three of them devotedly set themselves to the task of raising the little young one in the Love of Yahweh. The entire situation had been fully restored and redeemed by the Precious Blood of the Lamb.

One more thing worth covering here, since I brought up David, is the ministry he began and performed throughout the seventh millennium. He called it: Invisible Giants.

He used his famous reputation as the giant killer to help others understand how they are actually just as courageous in their battles against the invisible giants that attack their souls. He would assure them that the invisible giants are much more formidable than Goliath was. There was nothing mysterious or elusive about Goliath. His presence was unquestionable and right there for all to see. But he explained that the invisible giants were much more deceptive and intrusive and successful in their invasions into taking territory away from a person's soul.

So, he taught people about the reality of invisible giants that are present within people and how they come in to steal, kill and destroy. He taught them and encouraged them to work with Yahweh in the battle against them. He taught them how to pick up stones of truth, put them in a sling of faith and then hurl them with all their might dead center into the forehead of those soul crushing giants. He would tell them to take their sword of the spirit, raise it in the air and declare, "Who is this invisible giant who dares to taunt a child of the Living God!"

It was awesome, a truly awesome example of life in the seventh millennium.

~ THE END OF THE BEGINNING ~

Sadly, this next part of my story is difficult to share with you.

It was extremely sad and difficult, but it actually gave us a glimpse into the very heart of Yahweh.

Because of John's prophecy, I am sure many of you know what happened at the end of the seventh millennium. But it was much easier reading about it than experiencing it. That liar Eleazar was released from the Abyss and given one final opportunity to defy Yahweh and deceive humanity.

It seemed inconceivable to us that he would even attempt to do so. We wondered how it would be possible for him not to conclude that his plan was doomed to failure. But it goes back to what I shared earlier about angels -- they do not have any concept of good and evil. Their free will is limited to merely acting and then continuing to act according to habit. They cannot evaluate their actions. Eleazar had begun his downward spiral and had reinforced it over and over again. Disobedience had become his essence. He was rebellion. And he was the liar.

Shockingly and sadly, a great multitude was persuaded by Eleazar's deception to rebel against the Lamb. No matter what we did for one thousand years to teach them about His great love for them, they succumbed to their own desire to be gods, in exactly the same way Eleazar had. Like him, they refused to yield their will, and to surrender their souls, and to come into the embrace of the One True and Living God.

In futility, they gathered around the city of Jerusalem to defy their loving Lord, but it was as though a child were attempting to put out the sun with a water pistol. Holy fire came upon every resistant soul and they were instantly evaporated. Then Eleazar was taken and cast into the Lake of Fire with the Beast and Pope Innocent.

It was finished.

All that remained was the Great Reckoning from the One Who sat on the White Throne to administer it.

Please understand that this was not a grand staged event. It was quiet and deliberate and somber. There were no legal jurisprudence proceedings, no prosecution, no defense, no eyewitnesses, no evidence. There was merely the reading of books that recorded the deeds of every human since Adam who had said, "No." to Yahweh.

Death gave up its dead. Hades gave up its dead. The sea gave up its dead. Each and every rebellious soul was present for the reckoning of the choices they had made during their life on earth. Every one of those souls was already aware of the choice they had made. There were no arguments. And there was no anger or wrath from the One on the throne.

Now, you might suspect that certain souls throughout the history of the earth would have received more attention for the severity of their crimes against humanity. But there was not any more attention given to one person or another. The one great crime recorded under their name in the books was the crime of saying, "No." to the love of God.

Each and every soul knew where they stood when they stood before Him. He merely called them by name and referred them to the deeds that were recorded in the books. And then, without being compelled at all, each soul went to their knees, bowed before Him, stood back up and then walked away from Him forever.

And when every soul had completed their own individual opportunity to stand before their Great Lover and confess that they had refused His offer of love, they were cast en masse into the Lake of Fire to join Eleazar, the Beast and Pope Innocent forever.

Now, on a personal note, as the solemn heaviness of this event began to wane, I noticed Herald approaching Pearl, Uriel and I.

"Hello, Uncle Herald," greeted Uriel, excitedly.

"Hello, my boy," replied Herald, as he gave Uriel his usual bear hug.

Herald then looked at me and said, seriously, "I did not see Natalia at the Reckoning."

I raised my eyebrow and agreed, "Nor did I."

"Do you think...?" he started.

"It seems clear to me," I said.

"Oh, blessed be the Name of our Loving Father," he sighed.

"When the moment is right, we shall again inquire of the Lamb about her," I said.

Herald nodded, "Yes. We shall."

And then, as if on cue, we looked to the Lamb and He glanced to His right.

Our eyes obeyed His direction, and we saw her, and we gasped in unison. She seemed to be emerging from a fog, but it was clearly her, my dear friend and Herald's dear love, Natalia, walking slowly toward us. Herald could scarcely contain himself. He instantly and quickly ran toward her.

I looked at Pearl and smiled.

We looked toward them and saw that Natalia was carrying a broom. The bristles of which were still smoldering a bit. When Herald got to her, she dropped the broom and gave him a long strong deep embrace. They wept and wept on each other for a long long while. It was a tender and wonderful reunion.

~ EIGHT ~

This last section of my story is rather brief. I suppose that is the case because it is the least mysterious. The Kingdom is not mysterious. Everlasting life in the presence and communion of Yahweh is evident every day all around us everywhere. It is the most evident aspect of every day of our life. Everything is in His Kingdom. Everything is through His Power. Everything is for His Glory. Forever. Amen.

There has been much postulating and writing and singing and attention given to 'heaven' as an 'afterlife' condition, but most of these types of things merely confuse the obvious truth about everlasting life in the presence of Yahweh.

In His first bodily ministry on earth, the Lamb said over and over, "The Kingdom of Heaven is at hand."

The Kingdom came at creation, but it was experienced in a broken condition ever since Adam and Eve disobeyed the Ruler of the Kingdom. So unarguably, since then, it has not looked much like a glorious Kingdom at all. Quite the contrary, I think we would all agree that throughout history this world has looked like a huge mess.

Nevertheless, His Kingdom has always been at hand, so the deeper meaning behind His words was that He was at hand \-- the King was at hand. When the King is at hand, the Kingdom is presumed without saying.

And since the Kingdom of Heaven is at hand, Heaven is not a 'go to' place after physical death, and neither is Hell. They are not 'go to' places. They are 'stay in' places in which, after physical death, one of them goes away. The Kingdom you are experiencing right now is currently a mixture of both. When Adam and Eve disobeyed, Hell became a subset of the Kingdom. Life on earth since then has been an ability for evil to exist within the context of good. That is what happened when they ate the fruit of the Tree of the Knowledge of Good and Evil -- Hell became a subset of the Kingdom.

Eleazar was so focused on manipulating Adam and Eve to disobey Yahweh, that he never realized he was facilitating Yahweh's purpose. He believed they would eat the fruit and then they would 'surely die' and Yahweh's little project would be undone. So, he was crushed and devastated when he saw that it had resulted in the exact opposite effect and they actually did become more like Yahweh, knowing good and evil.

And he realized that this was something neither he nor any others in the angelic host would ever have. I suppose repentance would have been available to him at this point, but instead he went out of his mind and began a rapid spiral downward toward becoming the Liar and Accuser. A spiral from which, as I shared previously, he never recovered. He is there in the Lake of Fire along with everyone else who resisted Yahweh's ever-loving touch -- the touch of His Loving Hand.

Please look around and see that touch of His Hand in your world. You have the ability to see it because you have the knowledge of good and evil. You are able to discern one from the other. Look at the good around you. It is there. You know it is. That is what remains. That is what is everlasting. Everything else goes away. Everything else is Hell.

Think of it as darkness because darkness has no existence. Everyone knows that darkness does not exist, it is merely the absence of something that does exist -- light. Hell is the same. It does not exist. It is merely the absence of His Presence. Hell is Hell because humans do exist and they exist as the light-bearers they were made to be, but they are separated from the source of light. They are absent from that Presence of Light. That is why Hell is also referred to as Outer Darkness.

Ever since John wrote in his prophecy about the first heaven and earth passing away and a new heaven and earth being created, a slight sense of fear and trepidation has accompanied his readers about what he had recorded.

So, please allow me to put all that to rest. It simply means, all the brokenness that was a result of the curse passed away and all the newness of the restored heaven and earth emerged -- free of corruption, free of brokenness, free of the results of disobedience and rebellion. The new heaven and the new earth are perfect and exactly consistent with Yahweh's creative intention -- they are a perfect environment in which He and His everlasting companion, His Bride, could exist together forever.

They are not new in the sense of entirely different and foreign. Everything is the same but without corruption, without tarnish. They are new in the sense that everything is finally existing and functioning and pulsing in harmony with Yahweh, as was His intention from the beginning.

So again, as Moses recorded the first time, In the beginning... God... created...

~ DWELLING PLACE ~

We are His Dwelling Place.

Yes. We are. We are the reason Yahweh created. We are the ultimate manifestation of His creation. We are the object of His desire. We are His Love expressed. We are the verb to His noun -- His Love in action.

We are what motivated Yahweh to create. We are the companion whom He did not have prior to creation. He was alone, like Adam, and it was 'not good' for Him to be alone. We are His Eve.

We are the vessel for His Presence. We are the location of His residence.

We are His Dwelling Place.

The 144,000 were the ultimate temporal representation of Yahweh's Dwelling Place, especially when you think of that in terms of being a Bride. Even though we were all male, we were very much like a perfect female counterpart to the Groom. It was a perfect blending of genders. We were walking around in male bodies as we were representing a female entity. We were a worldwide, perfectly harmonious, marriage of Groom and Bride.

Do not think of Yahweh as merely a threesome or a trinity or a triunity. He is much much more than that. However, the Father Son Spirit analogy is useful in that it illustrates the everlasting relationship between Yahweh and us, His Bride.

Think of the Father as the soul, the absolute essence of Being. Think of the Spirit as the spirit, the absolute energy of Being. Think of the Son as the body, the absolute expression of Being.

As Yahweh's Bride, we are most like a body who wraps around His Soul and are empowered by His Spirit to express Himself. He expresses Himself through us.

So, for example, the 144,000 were a worldwide body of unique individuals empowered by the Spirit of Yahweh to express His Being in our own special way to everyone we encountered in our ministry.

And speaking of the individual uniqueness that every human possesses... this is exactly what adds sparkle to the analogy of soul, spirit and body. It adds -- the mind.

The mind is you.

The mind is me. The mind is Pearl and Uriel. The mind is David and Uriah and Bathsheba.

The mind is us. It is every memory of before. It is every wonder of the now. And it is every adventure that awaits.

The mind is you -- your unique soul, your unique self, your unique life. It is everything you have experienced. It is everything you are experiencing. And it is everything you ever will experience. It is everything you are.

You are the unique sparkle of Yahweh. When Yahweh desires to sparkle in a certain way, he sparkles through you. And none of the rest of us can sparkle in the same way as you.

We are the sparkle of Yahweh. We are twinkling stars and we are glistening waters. We are dancing reflections and we are dazzling radiance.

We are Yahweh's glory. We wrap ourselves around Him. We clothe Him. We are His aura. We are the expression of His Glory.

We are both the object of His Desire and the expression of His Desire.

He Is Who He Is -- Yahweh.

And we are who we are -- His Dwelling Place.

~ COMMUNIONICATION ~

The air in Heaven is stories of redemption. They are the spirit of Heaven, the inhaling and exhaling breath of Heaven. They are the fabric that holds everything together and they are the fragrance that sweetens every space where Yahweh and His glorious Bride dwell together in blissful Communion with each other.

Everyone in the Kingdom has a story to tell about how they fell in love with the Lover of their soul. And every one of those stories is both worth telling and worthy of careful attention to every detail... because they are the stories of His Loving touch upon our life and the life of every other individual in His Presence.

And they never get old. They are new every morning. Every morning there are new tales of His great great Compassion and Mercy and Faithfulness and Lovingkindness.

Our ministry as the 144,000 was quite busy. The demand for our time and interactions with people rarely slowed down. However, often interspersed with busy service to many people were lulls of activity wherein I often found myself noticing a particular individual with whom I felt I had somehow missed an interaction. So, I developed what I called 'Grace Grenades' that I would toss over toward those individuals and then pray that somehow, if indeed they were on the wide way that led to destruction, Yahweh would set off an obstacle in their path that would cause them to see where they were headed and choose of their own free will to get off that way and onto Him, the narrow Way Who led to Life.

Now, as I enjoy the air in Heaven, I am thrilled every time some loving soul comes up to me -- sometimes with tears of joy in their eyes, or sometimes laughing hilariously in wonder -- they come up to me with information from the Lamb about the part I played in their story of redemption... often without any clue that I had done so. It was often merely as a result of a random 'Grace Grenade' I had tossed their way that went off in their path and caused a ripple effect through which Yahweh swam into their heart.

Most of the time, as they tell me their story, I learn that I was merely one small piece of their redemption puzzle. I somehow added one word of encouragement, or one small act of kindness, or one particular piece of the scriptures that Yahweh used to connect the other pieces of the puzzle to make His work complete.

It is pure joy. It is pure Communion with each other and with Yahweh. It is communication with each other at the deepest heart level. It is togetherness... and oneness... and sweet intimacy. It is Communionication. And it is the air in Heaven.

~ INVITATION ~

I dare not add anything or take anything away from the information that Yahweh communicated through John's vision of the end -- The Revelation of the Lamb. I must merely echo his invitation to you all -- The Spirit and the Bride say, "Come." Let the one who hears say, "Come." And let the one who is thirsty, come. Let the one who wishes, take the water of life without cost.

"If anyone is thirsty, let him come to Me and drink."

"Come to Me, all who labor and are heavy laden, and I will give you rest."

His Kingdom comes when we come to Him.

May the Lamb of God Who takes away the sin of the world come.

May the Grace of the Lamb be with you all. Amen.

~ BENEDICTION ~

"Truly I say to you,

this generation will not pass away

until all these things take place.

Heaven and earth will pass away,

but My words will not pass away.

But of that day and hour no one knows,

not even the angels of heaven,

nor the Son,

but the Father alone."

Dates in this story serve merely as a framework upon which to hang various elements of the plot. No predictions of future events whatsoever are being made through this fictional account of Biblical prophecy.

In the title of this work, the number six represents the general Biblical accounting of years between the Genesis of the heavens and the earth and the writing of the work. The year 2032 was selected as being around 2,000 years after the crucifixion and resurrection of Jesus of Nazareth. The number seven represents the final 1,000 years of the existence of the current heavens and earth that is mentioned in the Book of Revelation. The number eight represents a new beginning -- a new Heaven and a new Earth.

Everything is in His Kingdom

Everything is through His Power

Everything is for His Glory

Forever

Amen

May God Be WITH You...

~ William Cayhews ~

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