The damage would have been much greater if the bomb had been detonated in a populated area. The hilly region of the North-West Frontier Province used by the Sheikh and his Master was in the middle of nowhere.
The Sheikh and his Master were now simply vapour in the air.
Frederick County, Maryland, USA, 2012 Yehuda smiled a quiet smile of satisfaction. The whole world thought Judas had betrayed Jesus. How ridiculous! Judas, in fact, had been the chosen one. The one who would perform the final act of an elaborate ritual. Ensuring that the nuclear device exploded near the Sheikh and his Master-this had been Yehuda"s final act of obedience to his own master, Ghalib.
From the port at Pipavav, the truck containing the device had headed to Jammu. The truck had proceeded along the interstate Punjab-Kashmir border westwards and had stopped short of the town of Rajouri on the Indian side. From here it had crossed over into Pakistani territory and, a few hours later, reached Mirpur.
The truck had then moved northwards to Muzaffarabad and from there westwards to Mansehra. From Mansehra it had headed in a gentle southwesterly direction towards Peshawar in the North-West Frontier Province of Pakistan, where it had waited to cross the Khyber Pa.s.s.
Before crossing the Khyber Pa.s.s, it had unloaded the "construction jig" near Waziristan and continued towards Jalalabad on its long journey to Tel Megiddo.
Yehuda remembered Ghalib taking him aside one day and reciting to him the Islamic Hadith of Tirmidhi. "And G.o.d"s messenger said: "In the last times men will come forth who will fraudulently use religion for worldly ends and wear sheepskins in public to display meekness. Their tongues will be sweeter than sugar, but their hearts will be the hearts of wolves.""He had then quoted the Qur"an 6:112: "Thus have We appointed unto every Prophet an adversary-devils of humankind and jinn-who inspire in one another plausible discourse through guile."
Ghalib had then said to Yehuda, "It is in your destiny to be called a traitor. It is in my destiny to be called a terrorist. Why not make the best of the situation? It is better that both these men, the Sheikh and his evil Master, are destroyed, even if it means that we die in the process."
"But why do you want me to betray you by taking money from Oedipus and the UNL Militia?" Yehuda had asked.
"I have a value. Isn"t it better that the money is used to ensure that other orphaned children such as myself are not made into future terrorists? Think of the number of schools that could be established that would counter the actions of the madrasas. Yehuda, I was literally brainwashed into believing that my only duty was to die for Islam-is that any way to bring up a child? This will be my one good deed towards attaining paradise!"
"But, Barabba, why are we allowing these eleven events to happen all over the world? Why can"t we stop them?"
"It is not in our control. You think that the instructions are from me?"
"Then from whom are they? The Sheikh? His Master?"
"Yehuda, my friend, you have a lot to learn. You follow my orders. I follow the Sheikh"s orders. The Sheikh follows his Master"s orders. Whose orders does the Master follow?"
"I am not sure."
"The Illuminati, my friend. You think that Islamic terrorism just happened one day without immense financial backing? Call them the CIA, the SAS, even the American presidency-all Illuminati. It has been in the Illuminati"s interest to keep the fires burning. It ensures that Illuminati-controlled companies make money. It ensures that defence contractors get orders in Iraq. It ensures that the Catholic Church as well as puppet regimes of the Middle East are kept in check. It keeps India focused on Kashmir, Pakistan focused on India, China focused on Tibet, Russia focused on Chechnya, and the world focused on Osama."
"I still do not understand why you want me to ask El-Azhar to betray you. This is going too far."
"It is vital. Everyone needs me dead. It is vital that they think I am in custody. If this impression is not created accurately, the final result will not be what we want. These are very intelligent people! They have used me as an anti-Christ to artificially fulfil the third prophecy of Nostradamus. They need to be handled very carefully."
And then he had told him to "betray" him to the j.a.panese woman.
Sitting in his suite at the charming Country Inn on Frederick Road, he was feeling quite proud of himself for having followed Ghalib"s instructions flawlessly. He was now here to meet all the other eleven, and to explain to them the final words of Ghalib.
There was a knock on the door.
"Who is it?" he asked, as he headed towards the door.
"Room service," came the reply.
The waiter brought the tray and placed it on the coffee table in the sitting area. Yehuda thanked the waiter and signed the room service bill, adding a generous tip. He always ensured that his tips were generous when he was travelling abroad; it made the d.a.m.ned white man feel inferior! He started to hand back the leather folder containing the signed bill and the tip when he became aware that the waiter was now behind him.
The sudden tightening of a rope around his neck was when he realised that the tip had been of no use.
New Delhi, India, 2012 The j.a.panese woman was sitting in Tihar.
Tihar Jail, the largest prison in South Asia, was located in the western sector of Delhi, about eight kilometres away from Chanakyapuri, the diplomatic area of the Indian capital. It was one of the largest prison complexes in the world and comprised eight prisons in the Tihar Complex. With a total population of around 13,160 prisoners against a sanctioned prison capacity of 5,648, it was also one of the most overcrowded prisons in the world. There were eight jail blocks in the complex numbered CJ-1 to CJ-8. The lodging arrangement in the various blocks, located over 400 acres, was according to the court cases, and then according to alphabetical ordering of names. Swakilki was in CJ-6, the women"s block.
A special facility was provided to foreigners to have interviews with the diplomats of their countries on any working day between 4 pm and 5 pm. The j.a.panese representative was meeting Swakilki in the office of the deputy superintendent of the jail, located near the entrance. His demeanour was polite and respectful. Typically j.a.panese.
"Konbanwa," he said to her. "O genki desu ka?" he enquired to find out how she was.
"Hai, genki desu," replied Swakilki. "I am fine."
"Do you need anything?" he enquired.
"I need to confess. Get me a priest," she said simply.
"Bless me, Father, for I am about to sin. It has been a month since my last confession."
"My child, I cannot absolve you of a sin that has not yet been committed."
"Yes, but I am about to kill a man. And I have already sinned."
"How can you say that? You have not yet killed him, and you call it a sin?"
"I should have killed my father years ago. That is my sin-not having killed him yet. Oh, my G.o.d, I am heartily sorry for having offended Thee. I firmly resolve, with the help of Thy grace, to sin no more. Amen."
There was a startled pause. The priest recovered and continued, "But why would you want to kill your own father, my child?"
Swakilki began.
"My mother had always brought me up to believe that I had inherited unusual powers. Unfortunately, I lost her at the age of six and many of my childhood memories were repressed."
"Do go on."
"Among the repressed memories were those of my mother"s death; as well as memories of my father. I now remember the man who used to visit our house often. My mother used to say that I was descended from a long line of high priestesses . . . my father would laugh and say that he would prove her wrong."
"And?"
"He had her killed. He made it look like a gas leak. He had me orphaned to teach the protectors of the divine feminine a lesson."
"What is his name?"
"Alberto Valerio."
"And yours?"
"Swakilki. It"s derived from Sara Kali."
"How do you know this?"
"I had forgotten that my lineage was far older than that of the Church. In Goa, I secretly met a Hindu priest, Pandit Ramgopal Prasad Sharma. He is a proponent of the Bhrigu Samhita. By merely looking at me, he told me of a little girl born in Kashmir. She was bestowed great power by the divine G.o.ddess and her mother, Mary Magdalene. She left India when she was twelve."
"So how is this connected to you?"
"Her name was La Sara Kali."
Les Saintes-Maries-de-la-Mer, France, A.D. 42 In the town of Les Saintes-Maries-de-la-Mer in France, each 23-to-25 May is celebrated in honour of St Sarah, also known as La Sara Kali. The festival has its roots in an event that had happened here in A.D. 42. A boat had arrived here carrying Mary Magdalene along with a twelve-year-old, dark-skinned child. The name "Sarah" was the equivalent of "princess" in Hebrew. Joseph of Arimathea was the protector of the Sangraal, the royal bloodline of Jesus and Mary. The chalice that carried this bloodline was the "Holy Grail", the womb of Mary Magdalene.
Hence the festival for La Sara Kali.
Mary Magdalene was the bearer of the sangraal, the old French word that translates into the commonly accepted holy grail. But when the word sangraal was broken into two words, sang and raal, the phrase now meant blood royal in old French. Mary Magdalene had brought this royal blood to the coast of France in A.D. 42.
The marriage between Jesus and Mary Magdalene had resulted in the fusion of two royal Jewish bloodlines. Jesus was of the House of David and descended from King Solomon, king of the Jews. Mary Magdalene was of the royal House of Benjamin. The political implication of such a union was undeniable, since it meant the very real potential threat of political upheaval if ever an attempt was made to restore the lineage of Jewish kings.
The arrival of La Sara Kali in France did precisely that. The Jesus-Mary bloodline was carried forward in the form of the Merovingian dynasty, which remained perpetually at odds with the papacy. From the fifth to the eighth centuries, the Merovingian dynasty of kings ruled Europe and, from the Middle Ages until the present day, most of Europe"s monarchs were Merovingians.
In A.D. 679, the Roman Catholic Church collaborated with the Carolingian dynasty to a.s.sa.s.sinate and remove the Merovingian King Dagobert II. Having Mary Magdalene"s bloodline as rulers was heresy!
The removal of the Merovingian kings ended with the coronation of Charlemagne, who became the Holy Roman Emperor in A.D. 800. Shrewdly enough, Charlemagne and the Carolingians married Merovingian wives in order to ensure the continuation of their dynasty. This resulted in the continuation of the Merovingian bloodline among the royalty of Europe.
The Merovingian dynasty also continued to perpetuate itself in a direct line from Dagobert II through his son Sigisbert IV. From this bloodline came G.o.dfroi de Bouillon, who formed the Knights Templar, as well as the Prieure de Sion with a view to recapturing Jerusalem and restoring the royal bloodline of Jesus and Mary Magdalene to the throne in 1099.
The bloodline continued down to Marie de Saint-Claire who became Grand Master of the Priory in 1220. The Saint-Clair surname was derived from the locality, Saint-Clair-sur-Elle in Normandy. A branch of this family would eventually reach Scotland many years later, along with William the Conqueror. Many centuries later, some of them would emigrate to America. Their family name would be Sinclair.
Chapter Twenty-Nine.
Camp David, Maryland, USA, 2012 The President was at the official 125-acre retreat in the centre of Catoctin Mountain Park in Frederick County. Seated on an oversized leather Lazy-Boy in front of a roaring fire, the President was listening angrily to a briefing from Stephen Elliot. "We never knew that the truck that was transported to Priobskoye aboard the CH-54 contained a dummy. The dummy had been radiated to ensure that it gave off the same nuclear signature. The b.a.s.t.a.r.d had already removed and placed the real one near Waziristan."
"We needed Osama-bin-Laden to remain alive. His presence justified many other actions on our part, including the continued American presence in Pakistan," said the President.
"The immediate problem that we now have to deal with is Ghalib. If he starts singing to the world about how the Illuminati controlled his puppet-strings all these years, the repercussions would be severe . . . particularly in view of the elections . . ." added Stephen, rather unnecessarily.
The President adjusted the Cartier wrist.w.a.tch that covered the little tattoo on her wrist.
"There are only two possible actions. Illuminate or Eliminate! Tell Zvi to handle it!" said President Alissa Elliot, the forty-fourth President of the United States of America, and the very first woman to hold the position.
President Alissa Elliot remembered her years as a Rhodes Scholar in Oxford as well as the chance meeting with Stephen Elliot who had happened to be Terry Acton"s best friend. It had been natural for her to find common ground with Stephen. The secret society of Rhodes and Yale"s Skull & Bones were cousins, in a sense. Both wanted to control and rule the world secretly.
Alissa Elliot had been born Alissa Kaetzel in 1964, just a year before Terry Acton. Her childhood in Illinois had been a happy one. She had excelled at sports, remained active in her local church, and been a member of the National Honor Society. Her mother encouraged and motivated her to push herself hard and to make her own choice of career.
As an undergraduate at Yale, Alissa managed to mix academic excellence with school government. In 1993, she was selected as a Rhodes Scholar to study politics and government at Oxford. The first few months resulted in an enduring friendship with Terry. Terry moved on to Yale while Alissa had stayed on at Oxford to complete her M.Phil.
While on a visit to New Haven to meet Terry, Alissa had been introduced to Stephen and the connection was instantaneous. They had married just a year after Terry lost his wife Susan in a tragic car accident.
Alissa had always been interested in public service and politics. She would go on to serve two terms as a representative to Congress from Illinois. She would then be appointed to a series of high-level positions: amba.s.sador to the United Nations, chief of the US Liaison Office in the People"s Republic of China and director of the Central Intelligence Agency. Along the way, Alissa succeeded in building up terrific relationships with the rich and famous. By the time she entered the presidential race she had already created a campaign war chest exceeding $340 million.
Stephen Elliot had followed her dutifully while he built his own career within the SAS.
North America, A.D. 34 In present-day India stands the country"s smallest state, Nagaland. The state derives its name from the original ancient rulers of India, the Nagas. The word naga, literally means "snake". The Nagas were rulers who wore a serpent crown on their foreheads. They became extremely powerful because of their ability to build ships that could travel long distances. These rulers worshipped the Hindu G.o.d Vishnu, who was depicted as travelling on an eagle, Garuda. Garuda was always shown holding a snake in its beak.
When the Spaniards first reached the Americas, they noticed that most American Indians worshipped a deity called Quetzalcoatl. The Aztecs told the arriving Spaniards that, many centuries earlier, a divine priest by the name of Quetzalcoatl had visited them from a foreign land very far away. He was described as a bearded white man, wearing a robe with cross symbols embroidered on the front. Had the Spaniards dug a little deeper they would have realised that the name Quetzalcoatl was actually a combination of quetzalli, a brightly-coloured Mesoamerican bird, and coatl, meaning serpent. Garuda with the snake in
its beak!
The ancient visit of Quetzalcoatl would subsequently be recorded by the Book of Mormon which took this story as proof of Jesus having visited America. It was partly correct. The descendants of Quetzalcoatl in America were actually descendants of the Nagas, a ruling clan that had also held sway over one of India"s most important kingdoms, the kingdom of Maghada, the spiritual home of Mary Magdalene.
Over the years these descendants would merge into the American population. The name Quetzalcoatl would get corrupted to Kate-Zahl and eventually to Kaetzel. Alissa Kaetzel.
Tel Megiddo, Israel, 2012 Sometime in 2005, Israeli archaeologist Yotam Tepper had excavated the ruins of a church dating back to the third century, a period of history when Christians were still being persecuted by Rome.Yotam Tepper would find a large mosaic with a Greek inscription consecrating the church to Jesus Christ. The mosaic was in surprisingly good condition. The mosaic had images of fish, an ancient Christian symbol. Experts seemed to be inclined to believe that the site could possibly be the oldest Christian church in Israel.
The ruins were located within the boundaries of the military prison in which Ghalib was being held. An inscription inside the church ruins spoke of a Roman soldier, Gaia.n.u.s, who had contributed money to have the mosaic executed.
Just under the inscription lay the lifeless body of Ghalib-bin-Isar. Gaia.n.u.s from another lifetime. His hands were outstretched on either side and his feet were tied together. He had been crucified. Paradise awaited. Actually, a coffin and an international flight waited to take his body to its final resting place.
New Delhi, India, 2012 The judicial process in India was notorious for delays. Swakilki was awaiting trial before the Tis Hazari Courts of Delhi. Bittu Singh, her jailer, had been easy to bribe. Bittu had found out that she was to be taken to court in an armoured van at 11am. The walk from her cell to the van was approximately 200 metres and involved going through two security gates at varying intervals.
She felt the sharp two-inch miniature Nozaki knife inside her clenched fist that was now bleeding from holding it. The knife had been helpfully procured by Bittu. Swakilki was just ten feet away from the van, duly cuffed and chained to her handlers. Suddenly, she lunged for the guard on the left and deftly brought the Nozaki to his throat. Swakilki held the knife to her handler"s throat and hissed, "I will not hesitate to kill you if anyone moves!"
Still holding the knife to his throat, she deftly bent down and with her free hand reached for the keys that dangled from his belt as the other handler looked on helplessly. She pulled off the entire ring and expertly unlocked the chains that were holding her in captivity. She threw the keys to the ground and held the guard in a vice-like grip from behind, all the while keeping the knife firmly in contact with the skin of his neck.
The sirens were blaring; the alarm had been sounded. All inmates were automatically locked into whichever sectors they were currently in. The perimeter gate had also been locked auto-matically. Guard reinforcements were running to the spot to secure the area, but they were hesitant to take a shot, given that their colleague was still in her captivity.
Swakilki quickly shoved him into the pa.s.senger seat of the van and clambered into the driver"s seat. She picked up the 9-mm pistol that had fallen on the ground from the guard"s holster and held it to her handler"s head with her right hand as she revved the engine.
The vehicle was a Tata diesel right-hand drive vehicle, tough, st.u.r.dy and ideal for Indian roads. She pressed her foot on the clutch, shifted the manual gearshift with her left hand, and slammed her foot on the accelerator. The truck lunged forward towards the outer perimeter gate.
One of the guards stood his ground in front of the gate and pointed his rifle at her, but it was too late. The truck knocked him down and ran him over before the gate came crashing down. Instant karma.
Vatican City, 2012 His Eminence Alberto Cardinal Valerio was uncharacteristically worried. He paced up and down the marble floors of his office. Brother Thomas Manning watched him as he shuffled along, hands clenched together behind his back.
"Why haven"t we heard from Swakilki yet?" he asked as he sat down behind his desk. Almost immediately, he began tapping the dark wood irritably. His patience was running out.
The last few days had been very tiring. The capture of Swakilki was not good news. It left Father Vincent Sinclair free to nose around. Moreover, who knew what she herself might reveal in captivity? The news of the death of Ghalib, however, had come as welcome relief. d.a.m.n the Illuminati! Creating an Islamic Jesus to appear as an anti-Christ! Jesus!
While Valerio had not really been happy to st.i.tch together the nuclear deal for the Sheikh"s Master, he had later realised that the location of the proposed destruction worked to his advantage. A nuclear explosion in Megiddo would prove the literal truth behind the words of the Bible. Continued success for Ghalib would mean increased Islamic terror around the world. Valerio was quite happy if there was stepped-up Islamic radicalism all over the world. It would only make Christians much more vulnerable, making them infinitely more devout. In fact, history recorded the Christian crusades as being an outcome of early Islamic victories.
Now, however, Valerio was justifiably furious. He did not know that Swakilki had escaped. He felt that his objectives were coming unstuck. Instead of getting their target, their agent Swakilki was now in custody. The complications and their repercussions were just too hideous to contemplate, particularly if she began talking about the Crux Decussata Permuta.