Book I: Chapter 14
Another day, another vision. I usually don’t get pummeled like this unless something big is afoot. This is not a good sign.
The smell of Boswellian incense embraced Pope Benedict’s robes as he tarried back to his private quarters.
(No, I don’t have a sense of smell in my visions, hold on and you’ll see how I knew this fact).
<Ah-choo!> Benedict sneezed again. (Understand now?)
“Hurensohn!” Benedict swore in his native dialect, leaning on his cane for support. “Why do we use such strong ash?” And he rubbed hard at his nose with a handkerchief. “Ach, Father, forgive me, but if Cardinal Renoit waves his censor in my direction next time, I’ll excommunicate the toifel!”
[Note to Reader: This is Chapter 14 of Book 1 “The Pawns of Prophecy” – if you missed the start of the book, click here return to the main page. ].
Later that evening, after Benedict was able to shower, I watched as he once more engaged with some fellow conspirators. This time his visitors were not two men who looked like a pair of Hitler’s Aryan army, but instead a young woman and an older gentleman.
The woman was a gorgeous brunette whose silky hair covered her face yet could not obscure her beauty. Although I couldn’t tell for sure, I was guessing that this was none other than Ms. Teri Abbracciavento.
Interestingly enough, the woman bore a striking resemblance to the older man who sat beside her. The scholarly type, he looked like the classic, European university professor – bushy grey eyebrows, a bulbous Italian nose, brill creamed grey hair, and one of those tweed suits with patched elbows that made him a living cliche.
I noticed Benedict snickering to himself, and I wondered if he was amused at the same thing I was – (assuming this really was Teri A.)…
Did her father know what his daughter had been up to lately?
For his part, the pope scratched his cat Deter behind the ears and quipped, “Blessed is the man whose sin the lord does not count against him. So how is death treating you, Antonio?”
“Pah, Death is quite inconvenient,” The oldster replied. “Were you aware that I can’t get a IdentiChip? Apparently my fingerprints prove I’m dead. How am I supposed to buy anything once hard currency goes away?”
“Father, I told you that you’d have nothing to worry about.” The woman reached over to pat his hand. “Your death was necessary. We’ve already discussed this. You can still use your Bitcoin. Meanwhile, Benedict’s people will see to all your needs – just as they have always done. Correct?”
“Teri is correct.” Benedict agreed (Bingo! It is Teri A. I was right – again). “You have no need to worry, Antonio. Your mind is too valuable to have you waste it on such trifles. Bitcoin still works but if you really want an IdentiChip, we’ll get you one.”
“I should hope so.” Antonio Abbracciavento nodded. “Bitcoin still scares me, there’s nothing backing it. I’d much rather have the IdentiChip Dr. Ma’bus guarantees with the UMAN League’s Tri-Marks that are in turn backed up by the country’s massive gold reserves.”
The pope smiled knowingly to himself, “Ma’bus’ gold reserves may not be as big as–”
“Father sometimes invents things to worry about.” Teri interrupted. “If his mind is not always at work, he gets frustrated, so he is always thinking of new conspiracies.”
“Figlia mine, I do no such—“ Antonio began.
“In any case,” Benedict glanced down at his watch. “I’ve read your briefing about Lazarus. What is his current status?”
(Hmmm. So Joe was involved with Alan’s recent troubles?)
Teri smiled slyly, “Ah yes, Alan was a nice assignment. Although I didn’t get to consumma-” yet here she glanced at her father. “Well, the important thing is that we have him secured.”
Staring off into space, a pondered, “I wonder, does he suspect anything about me?” And all the while Deter nudged against him, demanding more caresses.
“No, he believes you to still be as innocent as a baby goat.” Teri replied.
“Two millennia is a long time to live for anyone. I’m sure that Bruder Lazarus will thank us for helping him get to the afterlife.”
(Joe, if I thought you could really end our lives, I’d be the first one at your door. But, you can’t do it. So whatever you are planning, it won’t work).
“So long as I get his immortal seed first.” Teri reminded.
“Putta!” Antonio could stand it no more. “Enough of such talk before I smack you!”
“I am what I am.” Teri said defiantly to her father. “Of all people, YOU should know that much.”
“My friends.” Benedict played peace maker. “Let’s keep our eye on the prize. Antonio, the time is near. The End Game is brewing and the first check is about to occur. What is the latest from The Prophets?”
“I have read the transcripts and viewed their video streams numerous times. It’s clear that Elijah and Enoch continue to deteriorate and it’s a sad sight to see such great men destroyed — as if History is being reversed.”
(Hmm, so this Antonio is in league with the mystery man who captured the prophets? Is Joe that man? If so, I didn’t see that twist coming!)
“I prefer to say corrected.” Benedict smiled.
“Eh?” Antonio was confused (and me as well).
“History is being corrected. Elijah and Enoch were certainly extraordinary men; but, they’ve had their time. They were taken up body and soul to heaven and then preserved for this very mission. They knew what they were getting into. Nothing in His Universe is free and even WE will have to earn our fare before this ride is over.”
“Well, I should hope my work has been enough to stamp my ticket into the kingdom.” The professor grumbled. “And my daughter’s as well.”
“We shall see. But, who knows what tomorrow may bring.” Benedict shrugged. “In any case, please continue. Has there been a new prophecy?”
“Hmm. Well, it seems…”
“Yes?” Benedict pressed, hungry for news.
The color drained from Antonio’s face, “The Seven Seals will soon… be broken.”
“And so it continues.” Benedict nodded, although he too shuddered at the teacher’s words. “There is no going back now.”
(Actually this news IS a big deal. Trust me or check out this video and see for yourself…)
(This was the first vision in quite some time that had my attention – I wonder what’s gonna happen next?)