Book II: Chapter 20
<Grgggl… Grrrrrr> I watched as Mystery continued to struggle against Bill Gates’ Dr. Ma’bus persona, the girl begging him for her life.
“What’s that?” Ma’bus joked, pretending to lean in to listen to his victim, even as he tightened his grip on Mystery’s neck. “Can’t hear you, honey. Cat got your tongue? Ah, that’s too bad.”
Just then the door to The Beast’s chambers opened and Dr. Fauci entered – he was masked and gloved and carrying a silver platter, upon which sat a scorched black caisse (I’m sure you know what’s inside).
Turning around at the intrusion, the evil dictator nodded, “Ah, thank you, Tony…my loyal servant. Wish I could say the same for everybody here.”
His eyes glazed over as if under a spell, Dr. Fauci smiled with delight, eager to conduct his experiment.
While Fauci waited, Gates smiled down at Mystery, before reaching over and carefully undoing the lock that held the box’s lid in place. After this he gingerly opened the ebony container and positioned Dr. Fauci’s gloved hands so that Mystery would be afforded a view inside.
Now I know, to the uninitiated, a cursory glance at the contents of the box the evil doctor held wouldn’t have warranted a second look – for the lone item inside was merely an inch thick, eight-inch long piece of hammered iron.
From a modern-perspective, YOU would probably look on it as nothing more than an ordinary railroad tie and wonder why such a meaningless object would be afforded such a glamour treatment. But believe me when I tell that you it was impossible to separate the visual sight from the <aura> that emanated from the Nail itself.
For <DEATH> radiated from the Nail in the box.
These feelings and more pulsed forth from the Nail. (Even in my location, I could feel It’s calling!) Anyone confronted by the sight would have quickly sought to escape the Nail’s presence – I realized that Gates must have somehow used the power of Satan to fortify Dr. Fauci against the Nail’s aura otherwise the man would have been unable to even hold the chest, yet, it was Mystery who took the brunt of the Nail’s force.
“Krrrrr—yrrrr—RAAAAW!” She screamed — yet it was all she could do to just to raise her voice, as Dr. Ma’bus still held her muscles in check – something that clearly amused him.
“Well now. Let’s see, Tony.” The self-proclaimed Antichrist laughed. “Certainly we didn’t bring Lazarus’ Nail in just so this woman could look at it, did we? Oh no. we want her to FEEL the full force of that power. Shall we proceed, doc?”
Dr. Fauci’s was giddy with anticipation of what was to come, whilst Mystery’s eyes went wide in fright. She tried to scream in protest once more – to no avail.
(Something tells me this is not going to end well).
Trapped in place, Mystery was forced to stare at what appeared to be the instrument of her demise. Her eyes bulged as blood vessels began bursting from the pressure of her fear.
Luckily for her, Gates master’s next words were not what she expected — as he advised. “Tony, old boy, how’s about YOU reach in and touch The Nail for us?”
Fool that he was, Dr. Fauci didn’t realize the consequences of his action (which was nothing new for him) and with a lack of hesitation probably greatly assisted by Gate’s pyschological hold over the man, Fauci set down the case on a table next to Mystery’s chair, and then began to reach his hand into the box.
(Part of me wanted to shout out to warn the plandemic orchestrator. but I knew it wouldn’t do any good in the vision. Furthermore, I can’t stand Dr. #FauciLies and if this was how the world finally got rid of him, that was fine by me. Go ahead, Tony, stick your hand in that box and let’s see what happens – and don’t worry, when you die, we’ll count it as another one of your fake Covid Deaths to keep your scam going).
Mystery watched in horror as Dr. Fauci’s fingers neared the Nail…
“YAWWPP!” The foolish man reeled back in agony and was soon writhing on the floor (the sight of which reminded me of all the victims of Tony’s Covid Vaccines who experienced similar reactions from those DNA-changing, population killing injections).
Gates had initially backed away at his friend’s screams, yet now he rushed over to inspect Dr. Fauci, “Ah yes, just like all the others.” Then turning back to Mystery, the nerd explained in a detached manner. “Notice how Tony is bleeding from those ghastly holes in his hands and above his ankles. He has the infamous Stigmata of the Nazarene. So far, it’s been consistent with all who have touched the Nail.”
For her part Mystery was unable to reply — for terror was still written all over her face.
Next, Ma’bus tore open Dr. Fauci’s lab coat and shirt – to reveal a horrible gash in the man’s side. “And this wound is reminiscent of where Jesus was pierced by the roman centurion Longinus. Oh the theatrics of it all, neh?”
“What about…” Mystery managed to mutter.
“The marks of the Crown of Thorns?” Ma’bus interrupted, as he reached down and hefted up Dr. Fauci’s head to bring it closer to Mystery for inspection. “Look here. Do you see them? Notice how his hair is matted with blood – it’s pulsing this picket-fence of tiny pin pricks around his scalp.”
“My God.” Mystery had her voice back. “The <power> IS real.”
“Verily.” Ma’bus smiled, letting Dr. Fauci’s body drop to the ground.
(And that’s how we finally got rid of Dr. Fauci – it was decades too late of course and the evil doctor had thus managed to do a lot of harm to the world with the countless plandemic scams he’d pushed on the planet (AIDS, Swine Flu, the first SARS, MERS, and of course his prized Covid Variants scheme that helped enable Gates’ Great Reset), but as I watched the weasel that was Fauci bleed out, I couldn’t help but think of Solomon’s wisdom “He that diggeth a pit shall fall into it; and whoso breaketh an hedge, a serpent shall bite him” from Eccl 10:8. Goodbye, Fauci, we’re not sorry to see you go!)
Meanwhile, Gates showed no remorse at the loss of his friend (read: his tool) and he unceremoniously used Fauci’s hand to place the Nail back into its case before letting the man fall back to the floor. Gates then turned to Mystery. “And so, that brings me back to you, my dear…”
(Excellent – I hope the technocrat gives that slut the justice she deserves!)
Her face pale, Mystery looked at Dr. Fauci lying in an ever-growing pool of blood, “Ghaz, please, no!” She begged, as Gates threatened her with the Nail. “You need me. Why are you doing thi–?”
The Antichrist grabbed her by the throat, “Don’t tell me what I need! If you have a part to play, what that entails and how long you continue in your role is up to ME! Just like with Tony here. I run this world and your life – not Benedict, not John, and certainly not you!”
“What have I done to anger you? Why are you turning against me?”
“That’s like asking the wind why it blows. Seek not to understand me, dear. Instead seek only that I might understand you.”
“What… are you g-g-going to do to me?”
Again, Gates brought Lazarus’ Nail’s case close to the woman’s face.
Mystery tried to turn away, “Please, Ghaz’, please! I’ll do anything!”
Ma’bus snapped the case closed, “You’re too easy, girl. Don’t you think I already know you’ll do anything? Yet, that’s what concerns me — for others could too easily, ah, encourage you to do anything for them too.”
“That’s not true. You know I serve you only. Only YOU, Ghaz’!”
“Is that so? Well, time will tell if you speak the truth. Be that as it may, for now, we need to move forward. Elijah and Enoch are about to give a new message. I need you to go to Rome and ensure that Benedict issues a response to the world. In addition, you are to contact Marrollo again, he needs to know about Lazarus and Mary – inform him they will soon be on the way to Rome, intent on…”
And so, the dictator continued to deliver new plans to his underling. It was clear to me that both of them knew these tasks were mere test missions to confirm Mystery’s loyalty — and it was obvious she understood the penalty if she failed – another date with Lazarus’ Nail – only the next time her experience would be much more up close and personal.
For her part, Mystery groveled for her life, assuring Ma’bus she would not fail him.
In the end, he accepted her promises and let her go. (Much to my chagrin).