The Marisol Deception - Part 13
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- The Marisol Deception - Part 12
Nothing lasts forever. Not even America. The downward path has already been determined. Still, could we delay its destruction?
From Part 12
Kinsley turned on the TV. Marisol and the media were presenting more false news. President Dickinson fell for it. He spoke calmly, yet meaningfully.
Israel has broken the peace treaty. Serious attacks have exploded in The Middle East. We, as Americans. have stood by Israel for many years. We have given them support and strengthened them when we could, but that no longer can be the case. Israel has violated our trust, and we will not allow that. Troops are on the way to Israel as we speak. They must be eliminated.
Kinsley’s heart sank. She knew the truth. If America would only continue to back Israel, it might save America, at least a little longer. A curse would come to those who cursed Israel. She wasn’t sure what to do next.
And he causeth all, both small and great, rich and poor, free and bond, to receive a mark in their right hand, or in their foreheads: And that no man might buy or sell, save he that had the mark, or the name of the beast, or the number of his name. Here is wisdom. Let him that hath understanding count the number of the beast: for it is the number of a man, and his number is Six hundred threescore and six. - Revelation 13:16-18
Dickinson’s day was full of stress and confusion. Finally, he snuggled beneath the blankets for a hopeful night’s rest. Three hours of sleep and he would be up for another day. He focused on the red numbers on his alarm clock. 11:59 slowly turned 12:00 midnight.
The numbers blurred. Dickinson felt sick in his stomach. The pounding in his head wouldn’t stop. A bright light appeared in the corner of the room. From the light stepped Marisol. A panicked Dickinson sat up. “Marisol, what are you doing here? How did you get here?”
She pushed him back down. “I have powers you know nothing of - yet. But you will. You have been faithful to the cause.” She stepped closer. Sweat was pouring down Dickinson’s face.
“You have been preparing for this moment all your life. I must release all the pain of your childhood. You have successfully kept the dark feelings within, but now they must surface. You must deal with them. You must take your revenge on those who have hurt you in the past.
Your father - he called himself a Christian. Yet he beat you senseless. You still have scars from those vicious attacks, and the emotional wounds are many. Your Jewish mother - she drank herself to death, literally. She was numb to your pain. You suffered alone.
“Those nasty, Jewish neighbors of yours on Metcalfe Street, now is your time to get even. Those goody two-shoe Christians at your school, let your hate rain down upon them. You have the power to destroy them all. No one is your equal. Send your terror upon the earth. You are in complete control.”
She touched his hand. It was as if a fire was passing through him. She placed her forehead on his forehead. Her shoulders on his shoulders. Her hands on his hands. Her feet on his feet. She spoke again. “You are the chosen one. I have given to you world power. I have entrusted to you all things. I will live my life through you. My being will possess your being. I will make myself known to the world through the person of Aaron Dickinson. Physically I will rule from Area 51, but my spirit is in you. You are god to the people of the world. and the sooner they realize that, the better.
She took his right hand and lifted it palm down. With her other hand, she scratched deep within the skin three numbers - 6, 6, 6.
Kinsley tried to sleep but couldn’t. She lay awake for hours, her mind constantly churning but leading nowhere. A soft rain beat against the window. She also heard a scraping sound on the side of the house. She pulled the curtain back. A lonely VW Beetle was parked across the street. It only took a moment to grab Claire’s gun, and she made her way to the front door. The rain, now dripping from her hair, clouded her eyes. Still, she could make out the figure of a man attaching something to the side of the house - and he was wearing a ball cap. Who it was, she didn’t know.
She made her way across the street and squeezed in behind the driver’s seat. She waited.
Within minutes, the car door opened and the man slid behind the wheel. Kinsley placed the barrel of the gun directly behind his head and pulled back the hammer. The click alerted the man that he was in trouble. Even though the adrenaline was pulsing through Kinsley’s body, she spoke calmly. “Okay, and just who are you? And what are you doing?”
The street light focused on beads of sweat forming on the side of his face. There was no answer.
Kinsley repeated, “Who are you? And it better be believable or else I’ll pull the trigger.”
“Okay. Okay. let me explain.”
“You’ll explain when I tell you to explain. Now, who are you and what’s your business?”
“My name is Tony Menichetti. I’m working on a project.”
“Yeah, I bet you are. You better fill me in, Tony, before I lose my patience and pull the trigger.” She moved the gun from behind his head and placed it next to his temple.
“Please, it’s top-secret. I’m not at liberty to say.”
“If you want to live, you better spill it all. Now, what’s going on?” She pressed the gun harder to the side of his head.
“I can’t say. It’s too dangerous, not just for me, but for you. They’ll kill us both, Kinsley.”
With the gun in her right hand, she twisted and pulled his left ear. So you know my name. They will kill you or I will kill you. You have three seconds to decide. One Two.”
“Marisol. It’s about Marisol.”
“Okay. Now, explain.” She put the gun down.
“The Bible talks about The Tribulation. It’s a seven-year period just before the end of the world. God uses this time to judge the nations. The things we’ve seen are not just catastrophes, but God’s judgment. The asteroid, the water turning to blood, the miraculous disappearance of millions of Christians. They’re messages from God calling for the people of the earth to repent. Think about the tremendous death toll that’s taken place. Over three-billion and counting. That’s nearly half of the world’s population. It will take months, if not years, to clean up the carnage left behind.
“There are worse things to come. The man called the antichrist will come on the scene and declare himself to be God. He’ll demand worship from all humans or he will put them to death. He will rise up and cause the people of the earth to hate Israel. Many nations will attack the small country just because of hate. It will culminate in a battle on the plains of Megiddo, where blood will run six feet deep. God will intervene. He will protect His people.”
“So what does Marisol have to do with all of this?”
“Marisol is satan in disguise. Satan will possess the man they call the antichrist. He will completely control the man. It will be satan against God. The announcement of the antichrist will cause things to get ugly fast. His troops will hunt for people like me who will reject him. I knew you had information about Marisol. I only wanted to know what you knew about her - or more accurately, him.
“This brings you to a crossroads. Just as Jesus is God in the flesh, so will the antichrist be satan in the flesh. You can’t follow them both. If you place your allegiance in the antichrist, he’ll take you down a one-way path to destruction. If you follow Jesus, it will be hard going for the rest of your days, but He will reward in the eternal afterlife.
“We’re born in and to a life of sin. We’re already following satan whether or not we realize it. Jesus died to defeat satan, to defeat the antichrist once for all. He took your sin upon Himself. Your sin was judged at the cross of Jesus. If you only accept His provision, He’ll see you through. His resurrection was the final stamp of victory. Satan is already defeated, but he fights hard and unfair. It’s your choice. It will be the hardest thing you’ve ever done if you follow Christ. But it will be well worth it.”
“So you’re telling me if I follow Christ, I’ve really given myself a death sentence.”
“Most likely. Some will survive, but most won’t.”
Kinsley took a minute to consider the choice. “Okay, let’s go get Marisol.”
- The Marisol Deception - Part 14
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