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The old stone church in the heart of skid row had been built before the
area had deteriorated. Now it was, in more ways than one, the last refuge
of humanity. Perhaps that was fitting...last refuge of humanity. It sat
there in the fog of the early October morning looking like something out
of an old black and white movie. It was substantial-even fortress
looking. It had medieval looking massive arched doors at the top of a
set of slightly inclined steps. |
| Father Andrew was alone in the Church. He was full of dread,
although he didn't know why, and he was praying. This was odd,
because he never rose this early. Something had disturbed his sleep
and he had awakened from bad dreams about destruction and the end of
the world Maybe that's why he wasn't surprised when the front door
burst open and a shabbily dressed man looking half starved, like most
of the men on skid row, came running down the center aisle screaming "Father, save me. Save me. Help me. Protect me." |
| Father Andrew rose and quickly tried to assess the situation.
Ordinarily, he would have just believed that in addition to being at
least half crazy, the man was suffering from the DT's or a bad drug
reaction. But, this was different. It was almost as though the
priest's dream had foretold this. |
| "What's the matter, my son?" said the priest as he walked toward the
man. |
"Father, I need to be protected. He's out there looking for me." |
"Who's looking for you my son? The police?" |
"No Father, it's....Father... please protect me." |
| Father Andrew, seeing the sheer terror in the man's eyes, put his
hand on the man's arm and
led him through the side door away from the main part of the Church.
Father Andrew locked the door after him and took the man through a maze of
hallways to the door of a small private office in a portion of the Church
that was hardly ever used these days. Father Andrew led the man into the
office, turned on the light and locked this door as well. He motioned the
man to sit down. The man looked around frantically. Then, presumably
because there were no windows in the room, he gave a sigh of relief and
relaxed in his chair. |
"Now, tell me my son, what's the problem?" asked Father Andrew in his
most calming tone of voice. |
"Father, you won't believe me and I don't know were to start." |
"Well, how about starting with your name?" |
| "Sorry, Father, but that would be the wrong place to start. You'll
see why in a moment.
I'm going to tell you some things that will make you think I'm crazy, but
I'll tell you anyway, because I don't think anything will be hurt by me
telling you these things at this late date. Father do you believe in
evil?" |
"Yes, the Church teaches that there is evil in the universe." |
"No, father, do you personally believe in evil; in evil that can take
the form of a man?" |
| "Yes, I believe I do." |
"Father what I have to tell you goes against just about everything
you've learned in your
religious studies. Will you please promise me that you'll let me finish
without throwing me out, no matter what I tell you?" |
| "I agree. Do you want me just to listen, or can I ask questions as
you tell me?" |
"You can ask questions, Father, but please listen carefully." |
"How old do I look to you Father?" |
"Oh, I don't know, 40 or so I guess." |
| "I was born more than 6000 years ago. I see how you're looking at
me, Father, but
please keep listening." |
| "When I came here, the earth was peopled by ape creatures. They were
sub-human.
Earth people were more animals than man as we know him today. I wasn't
alone when I came; many of my people were with me. There was a plan to
destroy the ape creatures to make the earth safe for my people. I didn't
like the plan and tried to save the ape creatures by all means possible.
Since I didn't think I could succeed, I, and those who agreed with me,
mated with the apecreatures so that their offspring would be part of us
and might thereby be protected by being part of us. The plan wasn't
completely foolproof, though, because the birth canals and hip bones of
the apecreatures were too small to easily pass the hybrid babies who had
our larger heads. Still, many were born-enough so that in time, the
apecreatures were completely transformed into a new being who was about
midway between my people and apecreatures internally, and who looked more
like us on the outside. |
| These new people were homo sapiens, Father. Those among my people
who were opposed to what I
was doing attempted to keep the hybrids from breeding with each other so
that they would only breed with pure apecreatures and eventually breed
themselves back to ape creature status. |
| I was able to take two of the hybrids to a safe area, where I talked
them into breeding. Father, you know those two as Adam and Eve.
The "apple" that they ate was this mating. They produced a race of
children who looked much like us.
They had blue eyes, blond hair and white skin. They were not completely
like us, however, because they had what your legends call "souls." My
people do not have souls, Father. Now, actually, souls are nothing more
than the ape creature genes that the humans carry. My people do not have
those genes. You know from your Bible that there was a War in Heaven and
that some of us were cast out. You consider those of us who were cast out
to be the evil ones, but Father, we are not evil, we are the saviors of
mankind. |
| Over the centuries we have protected man from the others. Now let me
tell you my name Father. It is
Lucifer. I've been called the Angel of the Morning, the Devil, Satan and
a number of other names. Rather than being evil, I have been protecting
your people all this time. Yahweh wants mankind as it exists, destroyed
and replaced with my kind. Yahweh believes that humans are evil. He has
deceived you into thinking that he is good for you and that I am bad.
Father, your people have gotten it exactly opposite to the way it truly
is. You want to know who's after me, Father? It's Michael. You've heard
that name before, haven't you Father? You know him as the Archangel
Michael. Michael is trying to destroy me so that I can no longer protect
man. |
| How am I protecting man? I'll tell you. I'm keeping Michael from
breeding the Sons of Light. Yes, Father, Michael is trying to breed
souls out of humans so that they become the Sons of Light again.
Yes, Father, you've heard of the Sons of Light from your Bible.
Michael's purpose, Father, is to destroy mankind by allowing the
repressed genes of our people to come forth and overwhelm apecreature
genes. Michael has, for centuries, been trying to breed out those
genes-to create a new race of Angels on earth. |
| Why is this important now? Because it is believed that Michael may
have succeeded and that a baby will be born, probably soon, who will
grow up to destroy mankind. Father the boy who will be born is
Michael's son, and he will be of pure blood. Wait a
minute...Father... I sense Michael is near. He's coming. I need to
get out of here. Where's the back door?" |
| Father Andrew was certain that the man was a paranoid schizophrenic
and maybe dangerous, so he was relieved that the man wanted to leave.
The Priest led him down the hallway to stairs that went down into
the basement. "Go down those stairs and follow the overhead pipes
until you come to a stairway. Go up the stairway and open the door.
You'll find yourself in a small garden. Go to the gate and let
yourself out and you'll be back on the street in back of the Church." |
| The priest then returned to the main part of the Church. There, he
found another homeless looking man dressed much as the first one. |
| "Father, I'm looking for a man who I think may have come in here. Did
you see anyone?' |
| "No, my son." |
| "Father, you're lying to me, I can sense it. The man I'm looking for
is a dangerous delusional maniac, Father. He believes that he's
some sort of Angel or something." |
"I did speak to a man, my son, but he's gone now. Who are you?" |
| "I think you know who I am Father. My name is Michael. I am of the
Elohim and I was sent by Yahweh. Whatever the man told you Father
you need to know that you and I are on the same side. We both do
God's work, Father. The man you
spoke to has put man above God and that is evil in the eyes of the Lord.
That man is Satan and he follows the Son of Man, and this is wrong. He is
a deceiver, Father. I have come to uplift man. Never mind, Father, I'm
leaving now. You will forget what happened here tonight." |
The priest suddenly turned and started walking back to his room as
though in a trance. When he awoke the next day he went back about his
work. He had forgotten. |
| Meanwhile, more than three thousand miles away, in another city and
in another skid row, it was just before midnight
when the pregnant homeless woman felt her water break. She ran out of the
alley she slept in to try to find some help, but she collapsed before
going more than 20 feet. As the baby started to come, a man was suddenly
there looking down at her. "Don't be alarmed. I'm a doctor. I work at
Queen of Angels hospital. I'll help you. At a minute past midnight the
baby was born. |
"It's a boy," said the doctor to the new mother. |
"What's your name," said the woman. |
| "You can call me Dr. Michael," came the reply. |
| "Dr. Michael," said the woman,"you look familiar to me. Do I know
you? It's kind of like a dream...it's as though I've seen you
before...that we were intimate...before I got pregnant, right in this
alley." |
"No. You don't know me," lied the man calling himself Dr. Michael. |
| "Doctor, I'm going to name my baby after you." |
| "Thank you, I'd like that." Listen, I don't have my cell phone with
me. Wait here and I'll go find a telephone
and call for an ambulance from the hospital. I'll see you when you get
there. Okay? Take good care of that child. His birth is something of a
miracle." |
| "Yes, thank you." A few minutes later-too soon for Dr., Michael to
have called an ambulance, an ambulance showed up. |
| "How did you manage that all by yourself?" said one of the
paramedics, as he looked at the
baby with its umbilical cord professionally tied. |
| "I didn't. I had help from Dr. Michael from your hospital. He called
you." |
| "There's no Dr. Michael at our hospital, and no one called us," said
the paramedic. " You got lucky that we just
happened to get lost in the fog and saw a light by this alley and came
this way." |
| "There's no fog, and there was no light here," said the new mother. |
| "Sure there is...well, boy isn't that weird. I know there was some
fog a few minutes ago.
Oh well, never mind. You were just lucky, that's all." |
Little Michael didn't look much different from other babies. Oh, his
skin was slightly more white, almost as though he were an albino, but
few would notice. This was a necessary evolutionary change to let in
more of the dim light that was going to be the norm on this planet in
the near future. Little Michael would be strong and multiply on a
planet ringed all about with clouds of the presence of the Lord,
while others, without his adaptations, would gradually die off under
the new conditions to come. No, most of the differences born into
Michael couldn't be seen by others, and this would protect Michael as
he grew to manhood. Over the next few years hardly anyone would
notice that Michael was just a little quicker than other people and
that he could see better in the dark. Few would notice that he
seemed to have a few more than the normal five senses, and that he
was a little smarter than most people and that he seldom got sick.
But that was to come. For the present, the little baby was being
held by his Mother at the mouth of an alley on skid row. |
| Just then, Michael, the little blond baby, opened his blue eyes and
he looked around; and in looking, he
knew. He was the one who had come to destroy mankind so that the new
mankind could come from out of the old. As the son replaces the father
and the generations change, so too was there now to be a change like none
that had ever before been seen on Earth. This was the start of a new age.
What had been dormant for thousands of years was now stirring. |
It was now the dawn of the new man and the twilight of mankind.
Lucifer had been vanquished and man now had no
protection from a God that hated him and wanted him replaced. |
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