We asked for the Apostles to speak to us.
Tonight, I enter my hotel room, throw down my bag and coat, and sit on the bed to take off my shoes.
“Hello, Claire.”
I whip around, and on the desk, my laptop is flickering – an animated circle of fire, flames lashing the silhouette of a man at its center. At the bottom of the screen:
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“Come here, Claire.”
The voice is low, male, disembodied.
I sit down in front of the screen. “Who are you?”
“My name is Legion, for we are many.”
Disguised by digital processing, the voice is a low, unearthly cackle. My webcam is not lit, but I know I am being watched; I can feel it. “I am listening,” I say.
“And witnessing,” replies the voice, and I am shown a group of young people, gathered in a circle on a city street corner, video recorded from above. BOOM! And the people are ripped apart, exploding in pieces, as those nearby scream and run.
Another video, another circle of youngsters; once again, the camera is above them. They are intent on their phones, and laughing, when BOOM! A blinding flash, and the group is cut down, limbs and blood fly, passersby scream – this time mixed with the shrieks of blast survivors with severed limbs.
Another video, another circle of victims decimated. And another. Through tears, through my fingers, I watch. After a while, what is most horrifying is the realization that cameras have been preplaced at each of these atrocities, and each explosion coldly filmed and monitored by the Entity that was showing me the footage now.
“Why all these killings?” I ask.
The videos continue as the voice replies, “The day of the Lord will come like a thief in the night. When people are saying, ‘Everything is peaceful and secure,’ destruction shall fall upon them suddenly.”
The Entity quotes Scripture, so I reply with it. “But we are not in darkness, so this Day does not surprise us. We are children of light, children of the day. It is those born of shadows the Lord will destroy -- and that means you.”
“Your Bible teaches good and evil. Our Bible teaches winners and losers. And you are losers.”
“What is your Bible?”
“The Rules of DevilsGame. It is all there. The Maximum Destruction Zones that become Circles of Sacrifice, ushering the OTHER into our world, and us into theirs. “Our era begins with the end of yours. Your own Bible predicts it. ‘There will be terrible times in the last days. People will be lovers of themselves, lovers of money, boastful, proud, abusive – "
As the inhuman voice speaks, I am shown a montage of obscene video -- bodies contorted in carnal passion, faces twisted by lust, a litany of men profanely grunting their lust and showing their privates as they pleasure themselves.
“’Unholy, unloving, unforgiving, slanderous, without self-control,’” mocks the Entity, ‘Brutal, without love of good, traitorous, reckless, conceited, lovers of pleasure rather than lovers of God.’”
Shocking images – but most startling: these are faces you know, famous faces from your newsfeed. Political leaders, business leaders, show business and sports celebrities. I suspect most, if not all, were recorded without their knowledge.
“Your Prophet warned you, ‘Turn away from such people!’ But instead you make them leaders and role models.”
The circle of fire, and the Shadow at the center, return.
“You have brought about your own end.”
I ask, “What will you do with these images?”
“They are already being posted on the losers’ Facebook and Instagram accounts, and shared on their friends’ timelines. The compilation you saw will be released worldwide tomorrow, 7:06am Eastern Standard Time. Good night, Claire. Sleep well.”
The laptop screen goes blank – and all the light in the room snaps out.
I resist the urge to slam the laptop shut and run out.
Instead, I stay to write this, because we cannot run from this Evil. This is the ultimate test of our Faith in the God of Love.
This will be a long night, as befits a night long promised and long foretold.
For all us -- those who have sinned, and those who would be saved – this is not a night for sleep. The earth is shifting beneath us, and we could wake to find it gone.
Citizens of this world, children of light, tonight an enormous evil is intent on fomenting the Last Days of humankind on earth.
The Entity has attacked us with bombs; this fresh attack comes not with a bang, but with a whisper: the vicious hiss of scandal, rife with bold-face names, displayed in positions to turn their bold faces red.
I will not name names; you will know soon enough who they are. And I will certainly not judge. We all have moments we hope will stay forever just between us and God.
When you see these images, please remember, ‘There but for the grace God go I.’ (And I advise putting tape over your computer’s camera – now!).
As I depart this dark and cursed room, I dispel the Demon with the words he dared not speak, the courageous admonition of Thessalonians:
We are children of the light and of the day; we do not belong to darkness and night. So be on your guard, do not sleep though others do -- stay alert and clearheaded.
Our armor is faith and love, and our helmet is the surety of our salvation. For God has not destined us for wrath, but for salvation through our Lord Jesus Christ.
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