Book I: Chapter 15
My vision of Benedict and his conspirators continued. After the professor’s revelation about The Seven Seals, all three of them turned inward — examining their thoughts.
Antonio Abbracciavento seemed to realize that the subject that he had devoted his life to was unfolding before his very eyes – although now it appeared he didn’t have the stomach for it.
[Note to Reader: This is Chapter 15 of Book 1 “The Pawns of Prophecy” – if you missed the start of the book, click here return to the main page. ]
Meanwhile Teri seemed to be relishing every moment. And as for Benedict, well it was obvious that he still had a major part to play before he could finally retire to that much desired rest, (but I couldn’t help thinking of the proverb: He who digs a hole, falls into his own pit).
Eventually Antonio spoke further about the terrible implications of the Seven Seals (And for the most part, he explained my work quite well). Yet, it was all he could do to hold himself together and he noticeably shook during his monologue.
For his part Benedict listened stoically, detaching himself from the grim horrors that the professor described. Once Antonio finished, The Pope added his thoughts, “Dreadful? Yes. Necessary? Absolutely. After all, we must remember — the sheep were made to be shorn. It is their role in The Great Play.”
“All things work together for The Good.” Antonio patted his daughter’s hand as if to console her, yet I knew he was trying to convince himself more than anyone else.
“You are not responsible for this, Antonio.” Benedict advised. “Just because you have the foreknowledge of the crime doesn’t make you guilty of it.” The oldster was about to reply, but got tongue-tied instead and the Pope sensed his fear, “Sharing what you know with the world will NOT stop the events from happening. Do not even think of such a foolish act.”
Teri looked at her father in horror. “Papa! You were not contemplating this were you?”
Again, Antonio stuttered – further convicting himself.
(Fool. Don’t you realize that God has a plan and things will happen in His time and His time alone.
We are all just the pawns of prophecy – whether we act or not.
That’s why I don’t care anymore – after all, it doesn’t matter what Antonio, me, or any of us do — He already knows how it will all turn out!)
“Get control of yourself, Abbracciavento.” The Pope grated. “You’d be a fool to reveal such knowledge to the world. No one would believe you. More importantly, The Wheel of Time WILL turn and December 21st will arrive regardless of what you do.”
“Father will do no such thing.” Teri quickly changed the subject. “And speaking of December 21st, wouldn’t you like to hear about Ma’bus?”
“The rascal is proving to be quite a genius, eh?” Pope Benedict said.
“Indeed. He is becoming a power by literally buying the world.”
“Everybody wants the Tri-mark, eh?”
“Did you know many nations have stopped accepting trade unless they are paid in Tri-marks? Nobody has confidence in the financial backing of ANY country – except Ma’bus’ UMAN league. That’s why people are so desperate to be implanted with an IdentiChip and why UN is recommending it. Even Trump is on board – although I’m sure there’s a back door deal or two in play.”
“So, Ma’bus has the world by the balls and now the UN wants to sell our souls to Ma’bus?” Benedict summarized. “And yet I say — what the wicked dread will overtake them. Yet so be it, friends – for let’s not lose sight of the prize.”
Your Grace, what will happen now?” Antonio asked.
“I would bet Ma’bus’s going to have Ban Ki-Moon removed – soon.” The pope was quick to reply.
“Assassination of The Secretary General?” Antonio gasped.
“Father, don’t interrupt.” Teri hushed him.
“That would be the next logical move.” The Pope explained, making the motion to wash his hands of the matter. “And there’s not much we can do to stop it – as I said, the Wheel of Time will move forward of its own accord. Once Ki-Moon is out of the way, the picture becomes much clearer for our adversary.”
“Ma’bus will be elevated to power – just in time for the Great Ceremony.” Teri smiled.
“Ah, my children,” The professor interrupted. “I’m afraid you are mistaken. For Ma’bus has already declined such a position. Even if he wanted it, surely Presidents Trump and Putin would block such a move – those two are always conspiring.”
“Ma’bus as Secretary General is inevitable.” Benedict re-affirmed. “I’m surprised you didn’t see this, Antonio — the world is in turmoil, it needs ONE person to step up and draw us together under the banner of peace and safety. Who else could it be but, Ma’bus? Sure he makes a pretense of resisting, but in reality only because his time has not yet come. He will accept the post when it is laid at his feet – when the world begs him to take over – and with your pawns Trump and Putin leading the way.”
“Father, I’ve already told you The Brotherhood has been pumping Ma’bus up quite overtly throughout Africa.” Teri reminded. “They’re also building anti-Asian sentiment against Ki-Moon among the radical factions of Europe. Additionally both Trump and Putin are playing their parts. It’s all going according to plan. Plus, you know this already. Why are you being so difficult?
(I would have known that too — had I been to any of the recent Brotherhood meeting).
“But, how does that help our cause?” Antonio asked. “I thought we were trying to destroy Ma’bus, not give him even more power.”
“Have you ever played Karpov?” Benedict asked.
“In chess?” Antonio returned the question. “Are you asking if I have played the Grandmaster Anatoly Karpov?”
“Why would Karpov waste his time with me? I’m no master.”
“I have played Karpov – once.” Benedict reminisced. “1984. You may not know this but I actually did hold Master rank during my youth– although it was unofficial, given my religious position. In any case, the Grandmaster taught me quite a lesson…
“For Karpov’s intentions became understandable to his opponents only when salvation was no longer possible.
“That is what happened to me too.” Benedict continued. “Karpov drew me in, allowed me to rise to a position of power, and then ruthlessly crucified me. Once he decided to make his move, his drive to mate was inevitable and certain. Mind you, at the very point when I felt that I was on the verge of setting up my mate of him — when I felt most secure and actually stole a breath! — the very next instant, he turned the tables on me, and his every successive move led to victory. He was inexorable.”
“And that is what we shall do to Ma’bus, father.” Teri giggled.
“Check and mate.” Antonio agreed.
“Indeed.” Benedict smiled. “We’ll give Ma’bus what he wants – we’ll give him the world. For that is HIS destiny. But in the end, I’ll take it back – for that is MY destiny.”
(I’ve got to say, although I’m done with The Commission, this vision WAS interesting. Hey, if The End of Days really are coming, then that’s fine by me – perhaps that will finally stop the insanity!)