Men of Renown (9)

Book I: Chapter 9
June 10

Naturally, I didn’t get my wish — yup, the next night too The Big Guy forced yet another dream upon me…

And so it was that Hope and Hopelessness continued their eternal struggle – in the forms of the prophets Elijah and Enoch.

(Oh boy, whenever I get a vision of these two, it’s always a bit melodramatic – sorry. Just remember, I have no control here…)

[Note to Reader: This is Chapter 9 of Book 1 “The Pawns of Prophecy” – if you missed the start of the book, click here return to the main page. ]

“Our captor is The Great Deceiver.” Wailed Elijah, sitting in a pool of his own filth. “The Brother I warned the world about. Yes, it is Him.”

“He is not whom the world believes him to be.” Enoch replied stoically.

Now, as you might know, Elijah and Enoch were once men of renown, blessed amongst all. In fact, if you’ve read your Bible, then you know that when they had walked upon the earth,  neither of them had tasted death, but instead both had been taken up to Heaven without ever experiencing the grave.

Even after they had passed from this world, many tales were told about their greatness and the memory of each had inspired believers for thousands of years – and all the while, both Elijah and Enoch had enjoyed the splendor of the afterlife.

But then, some three years ago, I began to get visions of how both were sent back to Earth, and instructed to fulfill a new mission – to prepare the world for the great and dreadful coming of the Lord.

Despite their previous experience with such heavenly assignments, when they returned again to this world, I could immediately see that both men quickly discovered that the peoples of this age were much different than those they had influenced in the past.

The two prophets floundered.

For over a year, I had watched as they were unable to find anyone willing to place faith in what they had to say — and so the world missed out on much of the prophecies they first spoke.

(It wasn’t really that important anyway, trust me. Also, in defense of the rest of the world, Elijah and Enoch both looked like just a couple of bums panhandling for money — rather than divine prophets proclaiming the coming Revelation. How Elijah ended up in the hill country of Romania, or Enoch in Southeast Asia, I’ll never know – and I’m sure they didn’t either.

Nonetheless, both men wandered around, trying to find disciples to heed their words. It didn’t help that the prophets clung to the former hygiene habits of the Old Testament, nor that they spoke ancient dialects that the people of the lands they traveled in could not understand, but I guess He didn’t think ahead on that, huh? 

Seriously, take a look at some of the stuff they were spouting – can you make heads or tails of any of this?)

Robert Powell’s “Enoch or the Genius Loci of a City With Too Much Memory”

The more visions I got about The Two Witnesses, the more I could see that both prophets were not reacting well to their visionary experience – specifically whenever they got a vision it clearly incapacitated them.

I watch them try to resist when the visions hit them – yet their efforts were futile and they had no choice but to accept what He sent them…

Powerful images force fed into their minds, an unwelcome miasma that they had no choice but to regurgitate to any who would listen…yet few ever did.

But then, some two years ago, I became intrigued to see that both of the prophets were discovered. Each was taken in by a mysterious man whose identity I could never quite make out, yet it was clear that this man had correctly identified the seers as the heavenly witnesses they were.

However it was also clear that this new acquaintance was no friend to the prophets – for he put them in shackles in a secret location. Even worse, the captor blinded the seers – gouging out their eyes! –dressed them in sackcloth, and then forced them to live in filth and squalor.

Yet still Elijah and Enoch prophesied – for they had no choice.

And so, as it now stood for the prophets, today was no different than yesterday, and promised no hope for tomorrow – and in that regard I felt akin to them.

As I looked upon them today, I saw them huddled next to one another on the cold stone floor of the dank cave that held them. Yes, although prophets, they were prisoners. After many months in this place both men were frail and gaunt, yet still they did not protest their conditions.

For I knew that neither had a mind made for this world – instead their only purpose was to speak about the knowledge of what was to come – and in this capacity, there were none on earth who could match their tales. (No, not even me).

Unfortunately for the world, no one recognized their talents until it was too late.

Correction — their captor did – for it was he who had arranged to have cameras record their every action and word. Thus, whilst Elijah and Enoch continued to speak about that which they saw in their mind’s eye, what they did not know was that they were involuntarily spewing forth God’s wisdom to a man whom these divine messages were never intended for!

“He holds the Seven Stars captive.” Elijah bellowed.

“Even Smyrna and Philadelphia?” Enoch asked.

“All Seven are his.”

“Then He will rule over the nations with an iron scepter.” Enoch pulled downwards on his face, stretching open the barren caves of his missing eyes.

Elijah writhed on the floor, “Any who oppose him will be dashed like pottery.”

Enoch rose up and began to twirl, “A Great Battle is coming!”  

“It has already begun!” Elijah tore at his skin as if to cast off a burning blanket.

And still their torturous visions continued…

(But thankfully, mine ended).

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