 |
 |
 |
 |
 |
|
|||||||
|
|
|||||||
|
|
|
|||||
 |
 |
 |
 |
 |
NEPHILIMThe following excerpt from L.A. Marulli’s book NEPHILIM discusses the nature of the Nephilim:
Elisha rested his hands on the arms of his chair, cleared his throat and asked, “Are you familiar with the Torah. The books of the Old Testament?” Mac frowned, “Somewhat,” he replied. “I was brought up going to church, but it’s...ugh...been a while since I’ve actually read any of it, especially the Old Testament.” “Well specifically, the book of Genesis?” Elisha asked. “No, not really,” and Mac wondered what direction Elisha could possibly be headed with this. “Then, let’s begin there,” he leaned forward expectantly, rested his hands in his lap and continued. “In Genesis, In the sixth chapter, the beginning passage states that, “When men began to increase in number on earth and daughters were born to them, the sons of God saw that the daughters of men were beautiful, and they married any of them they chose. Then the Lord said, ‘My spirit will not contend with man forever, for he is mortal, his days will be a hundred and twenty years.’ Now listen carefully to this next passage,” Elisha cautioned. “The NEPHILIM were on the earth in those days - and also afterward- when the sons of God went into the daughters of men and had children by them. They were the heroes of old, men of renown.” “The term NEPHILIM is the same that you saw on the inscription of the sarcophagus yesterday underneath the Temple Mount.” “I remember, but what or who are the ‘sons of God’?” Mac asked. “Good question. Commentators differ on their interpretations but I believe the ‘sons of God’ can be attributed directly to the fallen angels.” “Fallen angels?” Mac asked in disbelief. Elisha nodded, “Yes, the Hebrew translation for ‘Sons of God’ is, Beniah Elohim, which is only used in reference to the fallen angels. It appears that these fallen angels also known as ‘The Watchers’ came to earth and resided here resulting in an unholy union between themselves and the earthly women. Their offspring were giants! Men of great strength. But these giants or Nephilim were anathema. Cursed of God. According to other apocryphal texts they corrupted the entire earth with violence, so much that God had little choice except to destroy them.” He paused for a moment and allowed Mac to digest what he had said, then began again. “However, underscoring this is something far more sinister, pernicious if you will, it seems that by corrupting the human offspring the D.N.A, the very building blocks of life, would then be altered so that the human race would be corrupt, tainted, essentially become… non-human. And if you follow this line of reasoning one step further, this would negate any hope of the promised Messiah being born of men! So God saved those who had not been corrupted by the fallen angels. Perhaps this is why it says that Noah was pure in all his generations. The rest of the inhabitants of earth he destroyed with what has become known in many different cultures as “The Great Flood.” “Noah...as in Noah and the ark?” Mac asked, a bit amused by the prospect of this seemingly learned man believing in something he assumed, as mythical, as the flood. Elisha leaned back in his chair and said, “Most cultures throughout the world have a flood legend. Look at the Gilgamesh legend of the Summerians brought to light in the earlier part of this century. There are aborigines in Australia, and ancient Greeks who have flood legends. There is also a small tribe in your native California, The Chumash, I believe they are called, who have a flood legend that describes an evil race of people who dwelt below the middle kingdom, or the place that men inhabited. I could go on, the legends are pervasive, but let me assure you, that I don’t say these things lightly, nor do I take for granted those who have studied and wrote about these arcane ideas long before me. One such author...Pember wrote an extensive treatise called ‘Earth’s Earliest Ages’. The thrust of his book illuminates the prospect of the return of these beings, or ‘fallen angels’, shortly before the return of Christ...presuming of course he was here the first time,” Elisha chuckled. Then resumed saying, “What is interesting is the similarities between their first appearance and what now, may be their last.” Mac looked doubtful, “I don’t follow you. Do you mean the...ah.... Fallen angels are here on earth? NOW?” “I do,” Elisha answered firmly. “I will quote another passage of scripture from the Christian scriptures, the ‘New Testament’.” “Oh,” Mac asked, wondering what interest the ‘New Testament’ could possibly have to this old Jew. “This is attributed to a famous rabbi,” Elisha said, and paused for effect, “Jeshua ben Joseph,” Mac shrugged. The name had no meaning to him. Elisha smiled and said; “You might know him better by his more common Greek name of Jesus. Mac nodded but was annoyed at Elisha playing linguistic games with him. “Yeshua, Jesus says, that at the time of his return, those days will be like those of Noah. I believe it is one of his most cryptic utterances. You must ask yourself, what is it that differentiates the ‘days of Noah’ from any other time in history? He waited for Mac to respond. Mac shifted uneasily in his chair. He wondered if the conversation could possibly get more bizarre, “I don’t have a clue,” he muttered. Elisha continued, “Some believe that the West’s’ moral decay and the frequency of wars or the onset of famine or increase of disease and plagues are indicators that the Second Coming may be eminent. But those factors have always been with us...more or less. But I believe a unique dynamic is with us, now. It is the presence of the ‘Sons of God’ or ‘Fallen Angels’ or ‘Watchers’ as Enoch calls them. They are here again and doing much of the same mischief that they were responsible for before, only under the guise of Extraterrestrial. And since 1947 the increase sightings, abductions, crop circles, and people with missing time has grown exponentially. Mac thought of the mental hospital, and the woman who had claimed to have her baby taken by Aliens. “They are impregnating the women and creating a race of hybrids or...Nephilim again,” Elisha stated. “That’s a lot to swallow,” exclaimed Mac, “you really see a connection between...Noah, and flying saucers?” “Yes, part of an elaborate deception,” Elisha explained. “The book of Enoch records that the first time they came they supplied us with technology. They showed us the art of weapon making. In return they gained access to the women. Now leap forward to present day, these ‘Aliens’ also have technology which they have traded or bargained in exchange for the same access...that of the women.” Uri, who remained silent up ‘til now, interrupted and said, “But that is your theory. What if they are from a dying race from a distant planet and have come only to renew themselves with fresh genetic material?” “Certainly plausible,” Elisha agreed, “and of course it would explain the government’s willingness to conceal all of this from the public.” Mac leaned forward in his chair, “Look, I’m not saying I believe what I’ve heard here but one thing’s for sure...That if they do exist, can you imagine the repercussions if they revealed themselves.” “Precisely,” Elisha remarked, “What would people do if they realized that we are not alone? Remember Orson Welles, ‘War Of The Worlds’ broadcast, which caused hysteria in some parts of your country when it was first aired? What would happen if they...the aliens actually made their presence known? The philosophical and religious implications would be enormous.” Uri nodded gravely, “I believe it would cause panic. Certain information that Roswell has given us access to suggests that the aliens genetically manipulated us some ten thousand years ago and in fact are our progenitors.” “Do you believe that?” Mac asked Elisha. “No, absolutely not,” he stated without hesitation. Mac looked at Uri and waited for him to continue. “If what they claim is true, then I think...You know what. If they did genetically engineer us from primitive humans, then what many major religions teach and millions believe becomes nullified.” “But what if this is an elaborate deception?” countered Elisha. “What if they have lured us in the same way the ancient texts reveal...through the ‘Trojan Horse’ of technology? What if they are, who I think they are? The resurgence of the fallen angles.” He paused and gathered his thoughts. “Here, if you will, might be a litmus test. How do you discern whether these beings are benevolent or malevolent, good or evil?” “Good and evil are relative terms,” Mac responded. “Not so relative,” Elisha exclaimed. “I believe you would agree that good aliens do not take helpless women in the middle of the night, impregnate them, then remove the fetuses in the third month of development, all against the will of the poor soul who has been abducted!” “OK. I’ll admit that,” Mac answered. “But you make that argument from our perspective. What we determine is good and evil,” Uri argued. “What if the aliens are beyond such things.” Elisha shook his head and countered, “In order to embrace your thought, you have to abandon the very essence of human morality and ethics. Part of the very foundation of western civilization.... Examine the Nazi concentration camp guards. After the War, during the Nuremberg trials, they had a favorite saying, when asked how they could willingly commit such heinous crimes against humanity. There response...We’ve all heard it before, so much that the phrase has become almost a joke, ‘we were just following orders’. They had abandoned any hint of morality, the ability to discern right from wrong, good from evil. They abdicated that responsibility for the privilege of serving in the Third Reich. Which was the mechanism, the catalyst, that helped them transform into the monsters they became.” Mac and Uri sat silent. “Let me assure you,” Elisha began, “there are many similarities between what happened ages ago during the days of Noah and what is happening now. And what is happening is evil.” Elisha paused and the room was silent for a moment. Then he said, “Uri, would you please find the ‘Book Of Enoch’ and ‘The Pleidian Connection’. I want Mr. MacKenzie to see something for himself. Uri went to the library and brought back the books that Elisha had requested and handed them to Mac. “What is the book of Enoch?” Mac asked, the worn volume. “It is a pseudo-pigraphical book...meaning someone else wrote it other than the author, which in this case is attributed to Enoch. It is a book that is not part of the Christian canon and of course I don’t treat it as such. But it was read widely during the time of Christ and passages of it are quoted in the canon specifically from ‘The Book of Jude’. It was also found in Qumran, in the ‘Dead Sea Scrolls.’ We can at least appreciate its historicity.” “Look at the Book of Enoch first. Go to page 34 and look at section 6.” Elisha instructed. Mac read the paragraph, then looked up at Elisha. “Do you see the name Semjaza?” Mac nodded. “It says in the manuscript that this Semjaza was the leader of the angels, or children of heaven, I believe the text calls them. It continues and says that he required the other angels to swear an oath with him, binding them together. A pact created and formed for the sole purpose of taking the woman of earth for wives... because they lusted after them. Now remember all of this takes place during the time frame in which Noah is alive, which may have been ten thousand years ago, or longer. You know the rest of the story. They have intercourse with the women and the offspring is the Nephilim. Then God judges them and destroys the world in a deluge.” Mac looked at Elisha and said, “I’ve always thought that a bit severe.” “It is severe,” Elisha exclaimed passionately, “He had little choice, for the offspring of that unholy union were demonic,” he leaned forward and said softly, “But there is a link to the present. Take a look at the other book, ‘UFO Contact From the Pleides’. Turn through the first few pages and note the clarity of the photographs, impressive? Now turn to page 18 and you see at the top of the page, a quote from the alleged Pleidian cosmonaut, Semjaze. The Leader of the Pleidians has the same name as the leader of the fallen angels. Don’t you find it remarkable? Here might indeed be proof of a connection, a link, between the beings that came to earth the first time, in the days of Noah and today. It is either the same entity, in which case we are talking about a creature that has been in existence for thousands or perhaps millions of years, or the author of the “Pleides Connection” had access to the Book Of Enoch and borrowed the name to aid in creating a hoax. One thing is for certain, Semjaze is not the most common vernacular.” “That’s an awfully big leap!” Mac said, shaking his head. “But Semjaze could also be an inter-dimensional being.” Uri interjected. “What’s that? Mac asked. “An entity that exists in an other dimension but can access ours. We live in what we have come to call the three-dimensional Space, Time Continuum, which consists of height, width and depth. Because of that we are subject to properties and constraints of time. What would a being from another dimension, that was not subject to time as we know it, look like? Might they have the same qualities that the legend of Enoch describes? Would they in fact live for thousands of years? I’m thinking, in our ignorance, we might mistakenly call them gods or angels?” Uri said. “But what if they are precisely what the ‘Book Of Enoch’ And the ‘Book of Jude’ describe them as,” Countered Elisha. “The Book of Jude?” Mac asked trying to keep up with all of the literary references. “Jude is the book that precedes Revelation in the Christian Bible. Jude quotes from ‘The Book of Enoch’ and describes the angels, who left their first estate,” Elisha informed him, then turned to Uri and continued. “Why do you have such a hard time believing what these books say about these Beings, that they are fallen angels? Beings that were created to be in the presence of the Holy and Eternal God of Light, the Creator of the Universe, the Holy God of Israel. But they sinned. And as Jude says, “ they left their first estate and rebelled creating havoc on the earth.” Uri brushed his mustache down over his upper lip took a deep breath, then said, “Because to me these books are myths and superstitions that the men living in those times passed down orally and then were written by others long after the events. They are filled with legend and lore, old wives’ tales and superstitions. You know what? There may be an element of truth to some of what is said. But I’m thinking the writers were ignorant unlearned men. And besides, what if what the Aliens are saying is true, that we are a direct result of their genetic manipulation...thousands of years ago. Maybe these stories are an accounting of what happened then. But now I think they are conducting some kind of genetic research. I think they are here to replenish their race through our genetic material.” Elisha leaned on one elbow, pointed his finger at Uri and said, “Remember, Angels are created beings and for all we know they may have been in existence for millions of years. They are not some cherubic, emasculated, winged being but were and are creatures of immense power! So much so that, men are reduced to lying as if dead during the briefest of encounters with them. They are created to be in the presence of a Holy God. And who knows what knowledge they possess, both the good and the fallen?” Uri shook his head. Elisha continued, “I believe that they are super scientists. It says in the ‘Book of Enoch’ that the fallen angels showed the men of earth secrets, the art of weapon making. That implies technology. Technology, that at the time had not been developed here on earth. Think of what they might be able to dazzle us with now! And the similarity of trading knowledge for access to the woman, to me this is no coincidence. They are back because they know that there time is short here. They have left their first estate. They have manifested themselves for the last Great Deception.” Uri rose from his chair, paced a few times and argued, “I don’t agree. We have been through this over and over again...a dog who chases his tail...No? You argue always from spiritual and I from secular...I’m thinking no one really knows. But that is why we are involved in the research. We agree something is going on. We have different answers to what...but we believe. It seems that some governments in the world are not telling everything they know...to keep these things from their citizens. But we believe women, men are being abducted and disks are seen by people everywhere.”
THE UNHOLY DECEPTION
Q: In THE UNHOLY DECEPTION there is a failed attempt at an old church house to abduct Helen, a young woman that has been abducted since she was a small child. Do you really think people are abducted?
The following excerpt from L.A. Marulli’s book THE UNHOLY DECEPTION shows how a retired missionary handles the “UFO” and abduction by exercising his spiritual authority he has as a believer in Jesus Christ:
Helen screamed and struggled wildly, as she felt someone grab her arm. She opened her eyes, expecting to see what she feared the most, an alien. Instead, the man who had slammed the door of the church in her face was dragging her into the building for all he was worth. He looked terrified. The UFO was directly over the small church, flooding it in a beam of blinding white light. Nearby, trees swayed crazily, as if they were in a windstorm, and bits of litter, dust, and dead leaves swirled like snowflakes in a blizzard. Helen’s hair flew in all directions and her clothes flapped on her body. “Oh thank you…thank you so much,” she sobbed, as the man slammed the door and fumbled with the lock. He pulled Helen, now on her feet, toward the interior of the church and stopped when they reached the hand-carved wooden pulpit. He finally managed to speak. “What is that….out there?” “What does it look like to you?” Helen blurted back at him. “A flying…saucer,” he said. “I never believed in them.” Helen looked at his shaking hands, then pointed to a row of dark, stained-glass windows, which lit up as if they had spotlights set behind them. She screamed, “Look, they’re going to come in.” “Oh my,” the man exhaled slowly. Helen’s body trembled, “They’re after me…not you,” she said. “What are they?” he asked. Helen shook her head, wrapped her arms around herself, and began to cry. Two of the stained-glass windows exploded inward, spraying the floor with shards of colored glass. Helen screamed and dived under the pew next to her. The man stepped back from the broken window as a shaft of brilliant light poured in the opening, illuminating the interior of the church. The entire building trembled, as if were in the epicenter of an earthquake. “What’s happening?” the man shouted. “What’s going on?” “Make it go away,” Helen screamed. She crawled further under the pew. The old man dropped to his knees, shouting, “This building is over two hundred years old, it can’t take this. We’ve got to get out of here before it falls on us.” He reached out to her. “No,” she cried, moving away from him. A horrible, groaning sound came from the front doors. “The doors sound like they’re breaking apart!” the old man shouted. He fell to the floor, and covered his head with his hands. The groaning grew louder, and Helen heard the tearing of wood. The doors came apart, and panels, styles, and rails flew into the church, crashing against the pulpit, knocking it over. It went end over end, splitting in two as it crashed against the back wall. “Do something,” she moaned. Then she noticed that something had changed in him. He seemed to be no longer afraid. Where moments before there had been only fear, and uncertainty, now he looked determined. Helen watched as he straightened himself to his full height and turned toward the front door. “What are you doing?” Helen screamed at him. “Fighting what I’ve fought before,” he said. In a loud voice, he cried out. “His faithfulness will be your shield, and rampart. You will not fear the terror of the night, nor the arrow that flies by day, nor the pestilence that stalks in the darkness, nor the plague that destroys at midday.” He paused for a moment, then lifted his hands defiantly and began again, more boldly then before. “Then no harm will befall you, no disaster will come near your tent. For he will command his angels concerning you To guard you in all your ways. “Because he loves me,” says the Lord, “I will rescue him; I will protect him, for he acknowledges my name. He will call upon me. And I will answer him; I will be with him in trouble. Helen strained to hear what he said. In spite of the turmoil and deafening wind, caught she snatches of what the old man said. “Help your servant now…the forces of darkness…angels about us…break the hand of the enemy…Help us, Lord Jesus.” Helen moved closer to the old man from under the pew. “Isn’t that what the man claimed on TV,” she thought, remembering the show she had seen. The wind began to die down, and the shaking of the building subsided. Helen crawled out. “Is it going?” she asked. Then, as if someone had pulled the plug, the blinding light pouring in from the empty window frames and doorway was extinguished. Her body trembled uncontrollably as she listened for any sound that would indicate their return. She slowly got to her feet. “They’re gone,” she whispered. “They’re really gone.” She was amazed that it was over. The old man took a deep breath and collapsed on the pew she had been hiding under. He raised a finger and pointed at the remains of a cross that still hung from the ceiling over where the pulpit had been. Her eyes followed, and it dawned on her that a force greater than that of the aliens had been called upon and it had responded. She wiped a tear that streaked down her cheek, then muttered softly, “Whoever you are…thank you.”
Q. In the Unholy Deception, you mention the Merovingian Heresy. Can you tell us about this?
The following is an excerpt from L.A. Marulli’s book THE UNHOLY DECEPTION that discusses the Merovingian Heresy:
Fiorre nodded. “Appearances can fool you, Thomas. What if I were to tell you that a close protégé of his claims to be a direct descendant of our Lord?” Thomas’ face clouded over, and he looked confused. “By that do you mean that he is somehow able to trace his lineage to James, the Lord’s brother?” “A very good guess, Thomas, and theologically sound, but Wyan has indicated that his associate, this man,” and Fiorre turned the page to show a picture of a good looking young man standing next to Wyan, “is Desposyani, or of the bloodline of Jesus himself.” “Impossible,” Thomas muttered. “Of course, impossible to those of us who cling to the true faith, but nevertheless this man believes it, and flaunts it when the occasion suits his purpose. It is what is called the ‘The Merovingian heresy’,” Fiorre informed the younger man. “Wyan believes that he is of the true lineage of our Lord. You are aware that many crowned heads in Europe supposedly trace their ancestry to the alleged offspring of Jesus and Mary Magdalene.” Thomas shook his head. “Hasn’t the church condemned this?” “Yes, but it has a way of resurfacing and has done so periodically for almost two millennia. It is a heresy, and a damnable one at that.” “Do you think that he is the one you have been looking for?’ Thomas asked softly. Fiorre shrugged. “One can never tell, but look here, Thomas” He went to the middle of the book. “Here is another shot taken later that evening.” “A magic show?” Thomas asked. “Yes, I suppose you could call it that, but a very interesting one.” “This is the same person, who is doing the trick?” Thomas asked. “Yes, and his name is Kenson. I assure you that the photograph is not a trick…at least not one that you’ve seen before.” “He’s just doing a levitating trick…I think Houdini did a similar feat in one of his shows, if I remember correctly,” Thomas offered. “What if I were to tell you that he really did it. That the woman who is ‘floating’ in midair was wide awake, that several people pressed down on the body and couldn’t move it, and that Kenson managed to somehow move her around the room, much to the astonishment of the guests.” “Incredible,” Thomas gasped. “So he may have real power. Is he the one then?” Fiorre adjusted his reading glasses and leaned forward to examine the next photograph, ignoring Thomas’s question. “I’m preparing this for his Holiness.” “His Holiness will be very troubled by your communiqué’, “Thomas stated. “That is why I must be sure. Look here at this close up of Wyan’s hands.” Fiorre gestured toward another photo. “The man has six fingers,” Thomas said. A look of astonishment passed over his face. “I see you’re troubled, Thomas, but I applaud you on remembering what I told you…more than two years ago, wasn’t it?” Thomas nodded. “Six fingers on each hand, Thomas. He’s one of them, of that I am sure, and although I’m not certain that he is ‘the one’ I am confident that he is a hybrid or if you prefer, NEPHILIM. “I can’t believe it, your Eminence, It is almost too fantastic…” “And yet we see the possibilities of such…here in the photographs.” “And what now?” Thomas asked. “Those manuscripts you brought for me may prove to have some insight into Kenson’s true lineage.” Thomas looked confused again. “But while I engage in the perusal of the manuscripts you brought me, can you make me some tea?” Fiorre asked. “As you wish, your Eminence.” Thomas rose from his chair, and left the room.
Q. Who do you think built many of the ancient megaliths and structures, like the pyramids, Baal Bek and perhaps some of the structures in South America?
The following excerpt from L.A. Marulli’s book THE UNHOLY DECEPTION discusses the idea that the Nephilim built many of these ancient structures:
“What are those? Giant stones?” Mac asked. “They are megaliths,” Knud said. “Megaliths,” Mac repeated. “Like at Stonehenge?” “Very similar,” Johanen said. “In fact the same intelligence that is responsible for Stonehenge might also be responsible for the Megaliths found here.” “Who put them there?” Laura asked. “How much do they weigh?” Mac added. “Hundreds of tons each,” Knud said. “This site in Yemen must predate Islam by thousands of years.” “It all may go back to the ‘Sons of God’, or what I would call ‘The Fallen Angels,” Johanen added. “These sites scattered in different locations on earth may be the remains of the civilization that existed before the flood of Noah, built by the fallen angels. Have you ever heard of Baal Beck?” he asked the group. Mac shook his head in bewilderment along with Laura, and Austin, but he noticed that Stephan, Knud, and Hilda seemed to be on familiar ground. “Well, the site of Baal Beck is truly one of the unsung wonders of the ancient world.” “How so?” Mac asked. “There are columns that are erected at Baal Beck that we, in the modern world would be hard pressed to move today, and yet they have been quarried, and placed with precision at the base of the Temple at Baal Beck. Local legend has it that the ‘giants’ built it just after the flood.” “By giants, do you mean the Nephilim?” Mac asked. “Yes, Mac, the Nephilim,” Johanen replied. “Are you aware that certain ancient Hindu manuscripts describe flying disks and a great battle in the skies?” Knud asked. “I’ve heard that story,” Laura replied. “All part of the legends that have come down through history describing some of the mischief of the ‘fallen ones’,” Johanen said authoritatively. “They would have the technology to place the megaliths, from what we’ve seen,” Stephan added. “Yes, precisely,” Johanen agreed, “and according to General Nathan, when this is ‘discovered’ it will link directly to the monuments on Mars.” “So it will tie the two civilizations together,” Knud added. “And more diabolically, establish that it was alien intervention that allowed Jesus to do the miracles,” Johanen said.
THE REVEALING
Q. Was the Holocaust a Luciferic sacrifice? Could this atrocity somehow open a doorway similar to the time of Genesis 6… in other words, back to the Nephilim?The following is an excerpt from L.A. Marulli’s book THE REVEALING in which the ex-Nazi character Von Schverdt discusses this topic with Fitzpatrick, the former priest who’s lost his faith:
“In Germany during World War two, a pernicious event transpired that left millions dead in it’s wake.” Mac thought for a moment? “The holocaust?” “Precisely,” Johanen said, then continued, “But what is it that motivated the Nazi’s to eliminate the Jews? Why have modern historians eliminated the spiritual side of the holocaust?” Mac shook his head. “Because something so terrible took place that and that with the utmost deliberation that the human psyche is repelled at the thought of it.” Mac shifted on the stool, glanced at the Town-house entrance and waited for Johanen to continue. “Historians note that the holocaust, the destruction of over six million Jews and other ‘inferiors’ that perished in death camps created by the Nazi’s, was carried out with the utmost efficiency. What they fail to realize is that the bodies, burned in the crematoriums were in fact a ‘burnt offering’ to their would-be god, Satan, a ‘sacrifice’ intended to bring about the rule of the Antichrist. Are you aware, MacKenzie that the German word holokaustein is translated as, ‘burnt offering, as on an altar’?” Mac shook his head, “I didn’t know that.” “It is true, MacKenzie. The death of the Jews was a burnt offering. And do you know what the Nazi’s succeeded in accomplishing? They were able to create a doorway, a portal, by which the fallen one’s of old, could return.” “Do you mean fallen angels?” Mac asked. “Yes, MacKenzie. They were given license to enter, and once they did, they gave the Nazi’s a secret weapon, the flying disk, or the more widely used term UFO’s. One of these men, Wolfgang Von Schverdt, was and is an occult adept who helped usher in the fallen ones. He was involved in the death camps. He helped orchestrate the Luciferic sacrifice, He was Satan’s willing tool. I tried to apprehend him, just before the war’s end, but failed in my attempt.” “What happened?” “It is a long story MacKenzie and best told in detail, another time, but he was surrounded by legions of the enemy. You must remember that the enemy was manifesting in our dimension at will, with no restraint. It was a demonic stronghold that I was not able to penetrate.” “But I thought,” Mac began, but Johanen interrupted. “You thought, that because I had an inside line, as it were, to Him,” and Johanen pointed to the heavens, that somehow I would be victorious in every situation.” “Yea, something like that but, why weren’t you.” “Have you read the Book of Daniel the Prophet?” Mac nodded, “That’s another thing I was going to ask you about.” “Well, do you remember when Daniel prays and then an angel, Gabriel is dispatched?” Mac nodded. “Do you remember how long it took for the angel to arrive to assist Daniel?” “I think it was around a month.” “Twenty eight days, to be exact. When he arrives, he explains to Daniel that the reason for this delay was that he was hindered by the evil ‘prince of Persia’, a principality of Satan, and that in order to ‘brake’ through, another angel Michael was dispatched to help him. My situation with Von Schverdt was similar. I got close, but I was restrained by the enemy and was prevented from carrying out my task. He was then, taken by the Americans. Are you aware that much of what the Nazi’s ushered in, was then taken embraced willingly by the Americans?” “No. But why would they would they want to deal with someone as ruthless as Von Schverdt” “He had the technology, the super weapons. I was able too ascertain that he was the head commander at the Nazi’s secret weapon’s facility in Peenemunde. The name translates ‘fantasy world.” “Incredible…” “Von Schverdt took the secret technology and migrated with it to the US, where he was given carte-blanche and huge sums of money to carryout ‘black experiments’.” “What do you mean by ‘black experiments’?” “You are aware of the breeding program, MacKenzie. Von Schverdt was the man responsible for seeing it to fruition. I believe he is the one who controlled the base in Nevada.” Mac pondered for a moment, “Does this mean that our government, the United States government is aware of who they’re dealing with, that is demons?” Mac saw Johanen shake his head, “No, MacKenzie. This is all very secret and only known by a handful of people. There is a shadow government that is involved in this, and they like their predecessor’s are involved in establishing the Luciferic kingdom on earth.” Mac glanced to the front of the Town-house, then back to Johanen, “So Von Schverdt was pardoned for his war crimes and allowed to migrate to the Untied States all without impunity.” “Yes, MacKenzie, that is the gist of what happened. Now, we have closed in on him and others of his ilk. We are aware that they’re goal is to bring about the ‘Man of Sin’, ‘The son of Perdition, the ‘Antichrist’. We stopped their efforts in Yemen and yet they continue with their plan somewhat undaunted by their failure.” “We stopped them but the media still picked up on the false sign. The world is debating what it was.” “Yes, the world is seeing what was foretold centuries ago, ‘fearful signs in the heavens’ and they, the fallen ones of old, are manifesting themselves because these are the end of days. The time is now.” Mac glanced at the canopied entrance to the town-house for the ‘umpteenth’ time. He was about to glance away when something caught his eye. “Johanen, I think something’s up over there.”
Q. THE REVEALING discusses the Fatima apparition of 1917, an event that the Catholic church has embraced. Why are you so concerned with this?
The following excerpt from L.A. Marulli’s book THE REVEALING discusses the Fatima apparition:
“Look at the screen Fitzpatrick,” the Hag said, as he dimmed the lights very low, but not completely dark like before. Fitzpatrick stared at the screen, a feeling of dread coursing through his body, like a poison. The screen flickered a few times and then he saw a black and white movie. The quality was poor, grainy. “This was taken in 1917,” the Hag began, “In Fatima, Portugal.” Fitz wondered as he stared at the screen. “There is no sound, Fitzpatrick, so if you don’t mind I will narrate for us.” The Hag informed. “You see the crowd? Over seventy thousand people were gathered in Fatima. And do you know why? Because three children claimed to see an apparition of the Blessed Virgin Mary. They had been told that she would appear and perform a miracle, so on that day people gathered, peasants, workers, farmers, the inteligencia of the day, newspaper reporters. It had been raining all morning, Fitzpatrick. But the ‘pilgrims’ remained vigilant. The miracle was supposed to be at twelve, noon. But the Virgin was late. Can you imagine? Late?” And he burst out laughing again. “She finally showed up an hour later. One of the children pointed to where she was. Of course no one else saw anything but the children. But watch here Fitzpatrick. You see the film how jerky it becomes? It is because the cameraman is pointing the camera in a new direction, toward the sky. Look. The sky is parting and what do see now? The sun spinning? Watch…see it fall to the earth. Now the people fall to their knees. Everyone is terrified. The world is coming to an end. The ‘sun’ is dancing and falling down to earth. Like your Chicken Little story, Ja?” ‘The Hag’ laughed again. “Stupid peasants. What do you see Fitzpatrick? It’s not the sun is it? It’s a disk, Ja? Look at it reflect the sun off it’s exterior. See the way it comes close to the crowd. Everyone, who had been standing in the rain, experienced their clothes becoming dry. Some even reported miracles. And here’s something that you should know. This is the only film left of that day. Every other photograph was confiscated. Are you aware that a Catholic priest devoted his entire life to discovering what really happened? He is dead now and his work remains unpublished, confiscated by the Vatican. They know what it was and they don’t know how to deal with it.
The following excerpt from L.A. Marulli’s book THE REVEALING develops this topic through the fallen angel Azazel:
Mr. Wyan was very clever, and so was Azazel, for they were one and the same. A Jekyl and Hyde super genius manifesting itself in the three-dimensional space-time continuum called earth. Mr. Wyan moved about in the world of men undetected except, perhaps, for his unusual height and ugly scar that ran across his forehead over his left eye. But he was truly part of another dimension. For he was Azazel, the ‘Fallen Angel’, the ‘Watcher’, the reptilian ‘Shape-Shifter’- all names bespeaking his true identity. He, along with others of his kind, had been cast down from heaven. It had been long ago in another age when he had come to earth the first time. He and the other fallen angels had taken many wives from the race of men and reproduced. Their offspring became known as the Nephilim, the Fallen Ones, and they had spread out over the face of the earth. When the deluge came, Azazel had sought refuge in the Abyss. He was enraged at the slaughter of his children as they drowned in the great flood and became disembodied spirits, or, as men would call them later, demons. His legions were thwarted by the barrier that the enemy had set over the earth, unable to penetrate it. The barrier had been put in place to prevent him, and the Minions of the One they served, from manifesting themselves on the Earth. It had been millennia since they had been allowed to roam there. What now delighted him was the fact that this barrier was finally broken. It had been difficult, but with using power hungry, sadistic men like his underling, Von Schverdt, he had been able to crack the barrier. Men had offered the burnt bodies of millions of the enemies, Chosen Ones, as a sacrifice to his master, Lucius. He had been the one to twist and goad them into doing his dirty work: What would seem to most acts of heinousness, were to those committing them acts of heroism, performing a necessity that would cleanse the Reich! But in the end the one whom they had hoped to be the vehicle for the Lucius plan had failed, and the chosen people of the Enemy had returned to the Promised Land. This had enraged Azazel for it seemed that the Enemy had outwitted the plans of his master, Lucius. It was near midnight in the city of Jerusalem. A crescent moon peeked out through the clouds for a moment and then disappeared. The streets were deserted and Azazel moved quickly, his black trench coat trailing behind like a cape as he walked in the shadows of the closed shops and vendors. He had come to the old city in search of the ancient scroll. He thought about the last time he had seen it, as it was handed to a man he had come to know as MacKenzie. Incredibly MacKenzie, along with the help of others, had ruined one of his plans. There were three men in particular that he vowed to destroy. Oh how he hated them. He concentrated on the face of the first man, Art MacKenzie, and mulled over what he had come to know about him. Hadn’t he been a drunk, tended to by one of the Master’s underlings? Divorced from his wife and family, and wallowing in self- pity and bitterness over the death of his son? But then the enemy had taken an interest in this worthless sod and the man had become free, and in such a short time had become a real nemesis. And to think I almost succeeded in killing him. The thought sent a ripple of pleasure through him. Now MacKenzie was proving to be a worthy adversary, and Azazel knew he was under the aegis and tutelage of the man who he considered to be the leader of that loosely knit confederacy. A man he had come to know as Johanen. But not an ordinary man… For some reason the Enemy had given this one power over death itself. Over the centuries, other Fallen Ones had spoken of him as an ‘immortal one’, saying that he had been assigned special emissaries to guard over him. That he had done miracles in the sight of men and interfered with many of our master’s wishes. During the time of the Third Reich Azazel had come face to face with Johanen. At the end of the Great War, after realizing that the attempt to usher in our ‘the real prince’ prince, Lucius to his rightful place as ruler of the world, had failed. Azazel had bided his time and regrouped his forces. For there were always men and woman who, lusting for power and wealth, would align themselves with him. The last man to do this was an old Jew, Elisha BenHassen. An archeologist, he had uncovered, under the Temple Mount in Jerusalem, one of the last remaining pieces of evidence of the NEPHILIM. A skeleton over ten feet in length, it was a direct link between the union between beings like himself and the daughters of men. One advantage that Azazel exploited was; that mankind, in general, had come to deny the existence of the spirit world. Good and evil, God and devil, had become the things of superstition, something left over from the Dark Ages. Yes, there were those who knew where the battle lines were drawn. Men like Johanen and MacKenzie, but these were few. Even some portions of the church that the ‘Nazarene’ had set up and then left to flounder on its own, had embraced this new theology. Of course the existence of the remaining bones of his offspring the Nephilim, was an empirical proof of the existence of himself, and others like him. Azazel Knew that the ‘old Jew’ was strong in his faith in the one whom he hated, the ‘Nazarene’. He thought how wonderful it would be to take the man’s head in his hands and slowly choke the life out of it. He was nearing the place where the scroll he sought was being kept-the Museum of Antiquities. Earlier in the day he had shape-shifted into one of the guards. When the scroll had arrived he followed it to the laboratory where it would be photographed, cleaned and finally translated. The scroll had been under close scrutiny and no opportunity had presented itself to steal it. So Azazel had left to wait for another chance. Now he stood near the entrance of the building, which was well-lit. Azazel stopped across the street and then transformed himself, or “shape-shifted” into a mist, and floated across the street and under the door of the Antiquities building. He moved down the empty halls; a fog-like specter, staying close to the baseboard along the floor. At one point he passed a guard who had no idea of the creature that moved silently just a few feet away from where he stood. He found the room and slid under the door. Once inside, he resumed the form of Mr. Wyan. Looking around he saw what he was looking for. The scroll had been unrolled and was placed under a sheet of glass. He moved the glass aside letting his hand run over the surface of the scroll and looked at the strange writing. What is this? He thought, for he didn’t recognize the strange shapes on it. No matter, Von Schverdt will have his people look into it and with their computers decipher it. He rolled it up and tucked it into the inside of his trench coat as he moved to the door. He unlocked the bolts and moved out into the hall. He listened, and heard a multitude of sounds: The boilers in the basement, a rat scurrying in the wall on the floor level below, the ticking of clocks in every room and lab in the building, the whine of computers, a passing car outside. He focused on the sound that he sought: The breathing of the security guard on the lower floor. He located two other guards, one on the floor above him and another in the building’s commissary. Then he walked down the hall, staying near the wall. He saw the camera at the end of the hall and paused a moment. He reached toward it with one hand and an inky cloud enveloped the camera He continued and came to the staircase. He bounded up the three flights of stairs and he came to the door that opened on to the roof. It had an alarm attached to it. Azazel reached his hand out again and the wires that ran from the alarm melted and fused together. He opened the door and walked out onto the roof. He went over to the side of the building and stepped up on the small wall that bordered the entire roof of the building, he spread out his arms and shape-shifted into his true form- a reptilian creature with dark wings folded across its back. He unfolded his wings, then leaped from the building and flew into the night air, clutching the scroll in his clawed hand.
