The Ungodly Priest...

The sand dunes rose high around him while the Kalashnikov rifle spat its deadly projectiles even higher into the air. ‘For the love of God let’s kill them all!’ he shouted, with a soulless look in his eyes. His followers chanted in unison ‘For the love of God let’s kill them all! For the love of God Let’s kill them all! For the love of God let’s kill them…’ as they polished their knives, checked their explosives and counted their bullets. The Priest’s followers had become a bloodthirsty pack, in thrall to his every murderous utterance. He based his authority on his family lineage, which he traced back to a Great Prophet of ages past who, under God’s inspiration, had rid his country of inter-tribal warfare and who had ushered in a time of peace, prosperity, arts and culture the like as has not been seen for many generations. Whether or not any such lineage really existed in his family was a moot point. And it’s clear that the Great Prophet, were he alive today, would have been among the first to speak out against what The Priest was doing, in God’s name. But the Great Prophet wasn’t here - and The Priest was.

Sadly, as history has demonstrated more times than it’s possible to remember, when you mix the deadly combination of fanaticism, perverted religion/ideology, charisma and murderous intent together and when you keep appealing to the masses in a ‘them and us’ way the crowd is, unfortunately, often, easily led by highly charged emotions and as a result terrible things can happen. If the influence lasts long enough, free thought gets further clouded by hate and the presented-to-them perverted interpretation of religion/ideology so that a person’s mind can become closed to information to the contrary, while, all the while a horrible cultic mind-set develops, which is bent on enforcing the leader’s wicked aims. And often this takes place in the name of that which is most good!

The Priest knew what he was doing. He was a master of influence. He told them he was doing God’s work (like the Great Prophet had been doing). They believed him. This meant that they believed that whatever he said, was effectively, ‘God’s will’. So if he said ‘Kill!’ then it must be God’s will. In fact everything became so blurred that it wasn’t possible to distinguish whether or not there was ever any difference between The Priest’s ideas and God’s will. Indeed, amongst his followers it was easier to assume that everything The Priest said was ‘God’s will’. And that worked just fine for The Priest. It made everything that needed to be done that much easier.

It was true that there would never be another prophet like the Great Prophet. His job was done and he was in Paradise with his God. But God was not limited that He could not choose to send other witnesses at a time of great need to intervene in the affairs of the nation. For anyone to suggest otherwise would be to limit God – and God is without limit.

Now, not all of God’s witnesses are required to walk the political stage for an extended period of time. Sometimes God’s witnesses witness powerfully, in the flash of a moment, in a way that says more than your average politician can achieve in a lifetime. Predestined to achieve a great purpose they come to this life, often becoming forgetful of their destiny, as events are set to unerringly guide them to the successful achievement of their goals. And for the Two Witnesses it was to be so.

Joshua was a humble man. He eschewed violence. He believed that peace, courtesy, forgiveness and kindness were better traits to promote that the chant ranted by The Priest’s followers. To promote such atrocities in God’s name was a profane act. And events were moving him closer to a moment he was to share with another in a way that would forever change the world.

Then one day, soon afterwards, it happened. Alarmingly NNC 24/7 News reported the latest atrocity on TV screens around the globe - at characteristic lightning speed. Thousands had been killed in multiple acts of ungodly destruction that owed its inspiration to pure evil while claiming to be the work of good. Smoke and flames billowed from buildings in the cities of many nations. Torn and mangled body parts lay strewn amongst the mixed steel and concrete that littered the floors of these, once great, cities. People of all ideologies and religions were aghast at the magnitude of the hate-filled destruction that The Priest and his followers had wrought. Even those who had secretly been passive supporters of some of The Priest’s earlier acts of violence could no longer condone the level of ungodly evil that he was prepared to wed himself to. The world was stunned. Shaken. Troubled. And ashamed! Ashamed because The Priest was just another manifestation of an all too familiar pattern. A demagogue appears; who cries out to the masses, stirring up a sense of injustice, while pointing to real or imagined problems and proposing that the only solution, the final solution, is violence. And then as the most easily swayed rally around him, those who should know better, the greater community just let things continue to develop around them until there is so much momentum behind it that it becomes difficult, nigh impossible to stop. Except by an act of God?

It has been said that a picture is worth more than 1000 words. Yet a powerful picture and just a few timely words can be worth immeasurably more.

The NNC 24/7 News reporter walked over to a man who was cradling a dying young girl in his arms. It was Joshua and he was holding a young girl called Fatima. Held tightly in Fatima’s hand was a copy of the special book that God had given to the Great Prophet to bring to the people. She was a true follower of God and of the example of the Great Prophet. She had spent her life in submission to the Word of God – whereas the person who had brought this upon her and upon so many others had claimed to do so while in reality being an agent of rebellion against all that is truly good. The young girl breathed heavily, it was clear that her time on this earth was short. The newscaster along with everyone else who was watching was humbled by the scene. There was carnage all around. Here was a man covered in dust cradling a girl who was covered in dust and blood, who with her remaining strength was clutching a book. Uncharacteristically the newscaster was lost for words. The camera rolled…and rolled and rolled…filming the man, Joshua, tenderly wiping the girl’s forehead while saying in a hushed voice ‘There, there little one. There, there’. Then with a look of perplexed helplessness on his face he turned to the camera and said: ‘How much more bloodshed in the name of God? How much more?’, and as he spoke, Fatima stopped breathing, her head slumping backward into Joshua’s shoulder. And suddenly in this heart-rending moment a wave of grief, pity, revulsion and determination swept around the world. United, the many viewers, as if filled by the same Spirit, determined together to voice the words ‘No more! No more! No more!’. And a new chant had begun. A more powerful chant, carried on the lips of billions of people simultaneously. And when the people of the world unite in the cause of peace no war-monger can resist the power of such an overwhelming force. As God Himself understood as he welcomed Fatima back into his arms and thanked her for the sacrifice she’d made for the cause of peace. And as the camera continued to fix on Joshua, who unbeknown to even himself was God’s other witness, people of all faiths and ideologies embraced each other and determined that the history of humanity would no longer be writ in blood.

(c) Kerin Webb 2006.

Kerin Webb: psychic medium, clairvoyant, channeller and past life reader, based in Bournemouth, Dorset, UK.