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| Short Stories : Interview With an Archangel (Chapter 11) |
CHAPTER 11
prolog
At some point, on a stormy night that was quite unusual for the summer, in May 1966, more precisely on the 29th, my mother managed to get rid of something unpleasant in her. Already nine months before the conception she did not feel well. The child's father, whom she loved more than anything, mutated during the act of procreation into something that exceeded her greatest fears. During the moment of her greatest rapture, behind the back of her lover, she perceives the birth of two mighty black wings that threaten her and darken the glow of the dim room lighting. She experienced the conception of a Nephilim whose body came from this world and the connection of a soul of the twelve sons of God who was banished to earth and from then on reincarnated through all times to submit to the will of the Father. Shocked, she threw away her loved one and the wings disappeared just as quickly as their materialization had taken place. From that moment on, her love for him was extinguished. She separated from him that same night without explaining what had happened.
When she noticed that a fruit was growing in her, she began to loathe it and longed for nothing more than the day of her delivery, that stormy night.
After the birth of me, her son, she connected heaven and hell to free herself from my presence. She handed me over to the care of the youth welfare office, which placed me in a nunnery for two years. At night, when the nuns approached me to make sure that I wasn't missing anything, I briefly opened my eyes and saw the women in black as powerful menacing figures, so that shortly after my birth I was confronted with fears beyond normality . One day, it was a sunny afternoon, a nun tried to calm me down. Her gaze sought my steel-blue eyes, which after a brief blink turned a strange transformation into raven-black eyeballs. The young novice was frightened to death and screamed: “He is possessed!” Alarmed by the cry for help, the Mother Superior hurried over and she, too, witnessed this supernatural phenomenon. A minute later she looked again into an innocent blue in my eyes. In the evening she called a meeting of the eldest sisters to find a solution or an explanation for the experience. It was quickly agreed that I must be possessed by a demon. A swiftly carried out exorcism would banish the evil from the world. A hastily summoned priest, trained to put an end to the demons, looked into my kind, loving children's eyes. Behind this innocent look a demon should have manifested itself, it couldn't and shouldn't be, the exorcist thought. He would have to be certain.
Exorcism
He took a gold cross from his black pocket and approached me, the four-month-old child. I was still smiling at him. But when he approached my face and held the cross in front of my nose, the bed began to vibrate. The vibration got stronger and stronger so that the nun who was present hurried to the bed to protect my body from falling out. On her arm, I looked the priest straight in the eyes. My gaze seemed to mesmerize the priest. And then it happened
incredible. My eyes filled with a deep black that gradually filled both of my eye sockets. The servant of God tried his hand at influence
from the demon who had now completely taken possession of me when he began to speak from me. It spoke with foreign tongues in a language that
was not unknown to the clergyman as he had learned it for many years during his studies. Aramaic ”“ What do you want from me, what are you harassing him
innocent body with the symbol of faith? the demon began the dispute.
Shear off to yours before evil happens to you! ”“ Tell me your name, you demon of hell, ”the priest's voice resounded through the room,“ and leave this innocent creature! ”“ I have many names, you can call me how always you like PAZUZU, replied the demon in me. Suddenly the door of the room slammed shut with a loud bang
and the shutters came loose and darkened the room.
The priest tore me from the nun's arm and immediately ordered her to turn on the light. He laid me back on the bed and asked the nun to hold my arms while he tried to get my wildly kicked legs under control. From this position he took the cross and held it over my face again. Now there was a reaction that nobody had expected. It seemed as if the walls of the room were getting closer and closer. They seemed unstoppable to continue on their way. The priest shouted, "Soft Pazuzu soft Baal in the name of God leave this body, almighty Father help this innocent child!"
With one hand he pulled out his bag and took out a bottle of holy water that he squirted directly into my face. I roared in horror as it wetted my skin. Locusts flew out of my mouth more and more until a whole swarm gathered on the ceiling and the walls returned to their original place as if by magic. The shutters sprang open and the swarm searched the far distance of the day. It is over said the priest. He covered me up when I smiled at him friendly again as if nothing had happened with a blue in my eyes that had driven all blackness. The nun sank to her knees and began a prayer to the Almighty to thank him for this liberation of the child. This incident remained hidden forever in the walls of the monastery as my nightmares grew from night to night. Fourteen years later, since I had been adopted, I attempted suicide, driven by the unspeakable pain my adoptive mother had inflicted on me for years. On the threshold between life and death it happened, the demon, who had to leave me as a four month old baby, returned to me through the gate that I had unconsciously opened for him.
After I woke up from my "death sleep" two full days after overdosing on sleeping pills, I experienced my first vision the following night. It was about a metamorphosis that I accomplished in Stonehenge (Great Britain). I mutated into a werewolf ... and as the same was up to mischief there.
From then on I devoted my free time to painting and began to add strange fonts to my pictures to which, however, no further importance was attached to me and my surroundings. When I was eighteen, vampires haunted me in my dreams, and since I had grown sharp teeth behind my canine teeth, I thought for a long time I would mutate into a vampire. But everyday life caught up with me and I led a life with all its ups and downs until the day when I was thirty-eighth.
awakening
I was sitting in a Cuban bar when I unexpectedly got into conversation with the person sitting next to me. He was a real estate merchant and an avid golfer.
Later he invited me to his penthouse apartment for the next day and asked me to paint a picture that would suit his interior and his hobby. The “masterpiece” was completed after four weeks. When the client saw it, he was so excited that he invited me to dinner with friends that evening.
As a motif for the work of art I had chosen a golf bag which I decorated on the left and right with characters that nobody knew how to interpret. Once there, I was led by him to the roof terrace. There were three torches on the right side, arranged in a triangle, stuck in the lawn and lit. One of those present said jokingly whether the landlord wanted to hold a seance, but he said no. After an extensive dinner that was eaten outside, the five of us sat on the terrace again and the evening went by in a flash. At exactly ten o'clock the host took me to the side and said, “Come on, Markus, over here to the torches. Please stand there by the torch on the right and hear my words ”. He took his place at the torch diagonally opposite me before he continued: "You are the warrior, I the protector and there," he pointed to the remaining torch, "there, we are still looking for the third one."
I was hopelessly overwhelmed with the situation when he asked me to please follow him into his living room. Once there, he opened his wallet and took out a picture with the back facing forward. When he turned it over, something strange happened to me, I looked at the picture. Archangel Michael fought with the big beast, with the dragon, the dragon, and at the same time a load was lifted from my shoulders because I felt that that which had penetrated me many years ago, is not the personification of evil but something special in a son of God lived in me and not just any one but the warrior of the Lord ..... My host left me alone with the picture and I took a closer look, where I saw an angel fighting before there were suddenly two. Behind me, out of nowhere, the landlord appeared and opened a bottle of wine whose label he held under my nose. “Look at the numbers, they're the digits of your date of birth. “He opened the bottle and we drank a glass of this sweet tasting wine. After we had taught the glasses he got another bottle of wine which, judging by its shape, must be very, very old.
“This is very special, some call it the blood of Christ, drink it slowly and carefully, may it open your mind. This bottle is over two thousand years old and only it does justice to this moment. “Dazed I followed him onto the terrace. Nobody seemed to have noticed our absence. I took a seat at the table, music was playing from the living room: Worrier from Michael Flatly's "Feet of Flames" and a shudder of remembrance overwhelmed me. I felt like a son who was finally allowed to return home after thousands of years. To feel what penetrated me, what flowed through me, like the light of the rising morning sun, you have to experience it yourself, this miracle was of divine origin. Then the crash into reality followed when my girlfriend at the time called me and asked me to return home immediately. She made it urgent and so I did not have to leave the place of my awakening without having received two more books about Ramses the second from my host.
He said goodbye with the words, “raise your face, be proud because you now know who you are. He made gestures with his arms that resembled the arm movements of Egyptian temple dancers. I wanted to know something about the pyramids and he said, “You know everything about it, you built them. “Then he gave me two more books by Ramses II and said goodbye.
In trance
Confused but with a proudly swollen chest I started my way home. Once there, I hurried to my bedroom. My friend woke up and said she couldn't sleep without me. I then raised my left hand and placed it over the left side of her face. She fell back on her pillow. A fraction of a moment later she straightened up again and her eyes were glassy. She was in a trance.
When I touched my hand, I must have unintentionally brought this about to her. She closed her eyes and began to speak in a sonorous voice: “You cannot win because we are much stronger than you.” I replied: “We have been here much longer and much stronger than you”. The medium: "You cannot win because there are five of us and only two of you".
Me: "There are three of us and no matter how many you are, we have already defeated you and your ruler once". You,
“The eleven (disciples of Jesus except Judas because he was damned) do not come to your aid, no matter how much you cry out for them.“ I: “We will win the battle for the souls of men because the Father is with us.
She shouted: "You will never win!" Then she fell back on her pillow and slept soundly. But I turned away from her and looked in the mirror that was leaning diagonally across from the wall. I was frightened ........... both my eyes were black
how the night was not even a millimeter white to see. Over the years I studied hundreds of books on philosophy, history and Egyptology, had conversations with many people to help and understand what had happened on the night of the inauguration. During this time I was haunted by a sentence by Albert Einstein:
If humans could use 100 percent of their brains, they would only be energy and would no longer need their bodies.
I have let this sentence go through my head many times and I am of the opinion that the sentence should be right: If a person could use one hundred percent of his soul, he would only be energy and no longer need his body.
(I therefore see the human brain as a transformer for the flood of information in the soul. The soul is an information store that has all information at its disposal.
those from the past, the present and the future and the brain probes the flood of information in the soul, without which it would not be possible for people to organize their normal everyday life because they would, for example, be confronted with information from their last life and they would be confronted with guilt and suffering would have to deal with this time.) With one hundred percent use of the soul, one is only energy = light, i.e. a figure of light. Lichtgestalt = angel, Einstein gives an indication of what he thinks people are: For hybrid beings whose bodies are descended from the apes and whose soul contains the indwelling of an angel. One night I had a vision while I was in half asleep in front of me. I saw five keys that were needed around to get full access to the soul which enables the owner of the key to allow a metamorphosis to take place that separates his body from the soul and then materializes it into our world. After the incarnation of the light figure, she should speak to the three great religious leaders at a large public event, make it clear to them that they all worship the same God,
come together for all-encompassing peace after an angel had convinced them of the existence of the Almighty Father.
Key 1: Excalibur
... Arthur's lightsaber
(originally in the forge of the gods
created sword Archangel Michaels)
Current location: England.
Symbol: fire.
Key 2: Ark of the Covenant,
last owned by king
Solomon. From the Templars to
France spent.
Current location: South of France
Symbol: earth.
Key 3: The Holy Grail, ... Sangreal,
Lapislatius vessel
Cup that caught the blood of Christ.
Of the descendants of Joseph von
Aramathea over the centuries
protected sacral chalice.
Current location: Southern Spain.
Symbol: water
4th key: pyramidon,
the gold tip the front
Millennia on the Kohfu pyramid
adorned the crown of the pyramid of Giza.
Current location: Giza Egypt Symbol: air.
5th key: The symbiosis of fire, earth, water
and air gives the fifth element:
Light.
I saw myself in the vision as the finder of the keys and woke up when the metamorphosis took place. It was so real. I woke up and wanted to go straight away to look for the Grail, the Ark of the Covenant, Excalibur and the Pyramidon. But to this day I have not been able to begin my worldly search. It is probably my fate to complete this book first to prove myself worthy of daring the path of the elements.
This book is a novel that combines the results of my life so far in fiction and reality.
All I have left is the wish you a lot
To wish joy during the journey of my soul through the most diverse epochs of time.
Author : Markus Michael Kapp
