. He had an air of Paul of the scriptures, as conceived of fire and anger.

Once, then twice and

thrice I had learned about the characteristics of that man from Michael whom the Earth People
referred to as an angel or an angelic being. You see, I had just been about the earth minding the
sounds of my inner winds and referencing my curiosities and objectives when a man plodded
into my space and towards me. He had shared greetings and identified as Murduk, or Michael.
During that evening I had been sitting by the greenest acacia tree at the hilly area outside the
village. I had taken a seat on a rock and appreciated the serenity of the wild with a sigh. Sigh.
The wild wasn’t so wild after all, the only wild thing was human society over there. If only that
full moon had a guitar to string over the evening skies, perhaps the stars could dance. I had
sighed again, and mumbled some words to myself with an understanding that someone was
always listening. Amid the mirages of the status quo, wars and deceptions I wondered what was
real and what was not in that fraudulent society. Was the language that I was using even fair to
communicate in? “Aren’t we just confusing ourselves with words in our talks?” Sigh. The
quietness of the surroundings had then been taken over by the whistling of some insects
somewhere under the rocks or over the trees. I could feel the eyes of the birds, pretending to be
asleep, in their nests on top of the acacia trees. To the sight of any snake they would yell and I
would not be startled because I do have authority over creatures beneath and above the garden.
My authority as a shepherd of the surroundings had then been snatched away by a man dressed
in white robes; he walked out of the woods and towards where I sat. Was he really a man? Well,
whatever he was, he was still in the form of a human with a discernible skin of gold, a large
beard of 9-ether woolly hair that turns white with age. The man held a staff, a sparkly rod of gold
that he used as a third leg, a walking stick. I had kept my peace, searched the air for any peculiar
electrical rhythms, waved at the older man as he approached and forged a smile. I had known
that my brown face sparkled like water, so he recognised me with ease. But I had been
wondering just whom the being could be in that thorny world. “I am Michael,” he had spoken in
a tenor that any choir could have used. “I do not sing,” he had added. Oh, hello,
Mike… I was about to say but the old man (yes, he was old as his olive skin was with wrinkles,
perhaps in his early 70s) had added: “not Mike, just Michael. I am also known as Murduk.”
“Do you live around here, sir?” I had asked.
“No, my child,” he had replied, “I do not reside around here, and I am no “sir””.
“Oh,” I had retorted, knowing very well that my gestures or body language(s) were totally
strange, especially my facial expressions and the movement of my hands, if at all the being
before me had recognised or cared for any of that. “You are not of this world, are you?” I had
asked. “No, you are right, I am not of this cosmos
world,” answered Michael. He had then taken a seat next to me, half a meter away, on a well-cut
flat rock of a rectangular shape, and whispered that he was the Melchizedek, that old priest. I had
smiled, finally feeling accompanied in a strange world. Reality had finally started to catch up
with me. “I know you have a lot of questions to ask,” he had uttered.
“Yes, I do have some questions, but I have always known that by one way or the other the
answers were always going to come,” I had answered to the Melchizedek.
“I am aware that you remember the details of the crucifixion event of about 2000 years ago, or
do you not?”
“I do recall.”
“And about the fate of that Judas Iscariot?”
“Yes, I knew. I could not fail to recall the events of that evening and what had followed,
although not clearly. The devils that had established a religion had, and still have, very effective
strategies, resilient magic in blurring the scenes from the minds of the nations and young
prophets, so that they cannot see the facts concerning the Cross, but I am also aware that some of
the founders of the church, including Simon Peter, had been made to consider that the Messiah
had died on a cross and that he resurrected some three days after, a theory that would become the
foundation of the church that has been spread to almost the entire surface of the earth.”
“You are really bright,” perceived the elder.
“Thank you,” I had said, bowing my head low.
“You have had to be protected at all costs, although the Dragon has always had enough satellites
in the world to broadcast poison into your centre. But you did well, you did not perish, you rose
up from comas and walked the earth again because you had to come back and fulfil scripture. I
am aware that you have definitely been concerned over certain so-called scriptures.”
“Very much, especially the prolific Bible. I have witnessed how even families are based upon the
book; people take oath with it as a witness, and some even diagnose and heal the sick through it.
What people believe is rendered powerful by faith itself.”
“Some of them still need help. They are our children, and some of them are your people,” said
the elder. “If their brains could perceive how the common devil had had fun while translating
and compiling the letters from their original Aramaic, then from the Hebrew to the Greek and on
to the English, and then onto your native dialects, then they could comprehend the imperial
essence of the established church at hand. You carry concern with you, do you know why?
Because they are your people, at least most of them.”
“They are my people,” I affirmed.
“The lost sheep of the house of your elders,” continued the man that was now glowing as if he
was a lit bulb – that was obviously due to the fact that his energy was immensely more awe-
inspiring compared to mine –the electricity. “They are the sheep that your mother had once told
you about as you sprang into a young man. Do not be in awe, there is nothing that I am not aware
of. Your mother had mentioned that to you when she revealed an old dream that she had seen
when you were just a baby; the vision where she saw you walk through an open area heading a
large flock of sheep, with a great python (a snake) that had been closely following from behind.”
“The Sheep and the Snake that represented favour, yes, I recall,” said I, punctuating my tracks
well on time in order not to add: “how could I forget?”
“You do not forget anything, do you? You would make a great pupil, and an ingenious teacher.”
I added that “yes, I do not forget anything, how could I?”
The glowing old man had kept a straight face, and said: “I am to speak to you about Leviathan
and the spell that is associated with that force.”
I had said nothing, so that he would continue. Anyway, he was the Melchizedek and I was the
human. He continued: “Leviathan is mentioned by name five times in the Holy Bible. The first
time is in Job 41: 1; the second time is in Psalm 104; 26, and then in Revelation 18:19, the third
and fourth time in Isaiah 27:1 and lastly in Psalm 74; 14. Leviathan, my child, is a huge snake; it
is called ‘piercing’ and ‘crooked’ because he gets into the hearts and the subconscious of people
and deceives them. It is the serpent that would become more subtle than any beast of the field, as
it says in Genesis 3; 14. During the war that had taken place in Orion, I, along with some
agreeable offspring, had fought against that dragon; he fought back but did not prevail. And the
dragon – these are your old words to John, aren’t they? – was cast out, that old serpent, called
the Devil, and Satan, which deceives the whole world: he was cast out into the earth, and his
angels were cast out with him. And when the dragon saw that he was cast unto the earth, he
persecuted the woman which brought forth the man child…”
“My mother?”
The answer was within the brown eyes of the elder.
“The devil has advocates spreading his words of deception,” said the elder, and I immediately
thought of Sir Redcloud, for that had fella had long perplexed the child in me. Michael had
continued to make it clear that “the biggest Anti-Christ and the one who formulated the concepts
that the Christian religion is based upon is Saul, Paul. He is the 13 th self-appointed apostle of the
messiah although he never actually met him is person; he was indeed an F.B.I agent during those
times. Saul, Paul’s teachings oppose that which the actual Yashua Ha Mashiakh, Isa Al Masih,
Jesus the Messiah “Christ” preached to his followers. Paul was a liar (1 John 2; 4) who went to
the Gentiles knowing he was not supposed to, (Romans 1:13) as it was against what Jesus had
said. Paul was really a follower of Simon Bar Jesus, the son of the real Christ who is the son of
the Virgin Miriam, Maryam, Mary and the husband to Mary Magdalene (they had celebrated
their wedding at Cana, where Yashua had converted water to wine (John 2) but the inserted lie is
the one that suggests that the Messiah had been invited to the wedding which was his own
wedding. My child, you should also be aware that Paul was accompanied by Luke who authored
“The Book of Acts”; that Luke was a false apostle who absurdly leads you to believing that the
Creator gave instructions in the Old Testament of the Holy Bible and then threw them out when
he got the New Testament of the book. These men were with the disloyal one called Peter, whom
had been aware that the messiah had instructed them not to preach amongst the Gentiles, the
uncircumcised according to Matthew 10; 5-6. It has been clearly stated in Matthew 15; 24 by the
Christ of 2000 years ago that he had only come to the lost sheep of the tribe of Israel, who we
know to be the tribe of Judah.” A massive supernova shot past the sky that had now darkened
further. I touched my beard and continued to pay attention, like a good pupil. Michael proceeded:
“The antichrists in question, in Rome, took away the life of the messiah (Matthew 27; 26-35),
converted it to a religion through that man Saul, Paul the deceiver (Acts 26; 28). Traditions,
superstitions and other pagan practices were merged with the teaching of Paul, the Self-
appointed apostle to form the basis of that church that you already know about. He was the
devil’s agent, for it was he who perverted the teachings of the Messiah. The “Book of Romans” is
a letter that Saul, Paul wrote to the Gentiles (Heathen, Canaanites) at Rome. Within it Paul
records the lamenting of the Devil, who speaks through him describing the nature of the Devil
and the law of sin which governs him (Romans 7: 19-25). My child, there is a distinction that has
long been made, it is clear that there is a “Holy Seed” that is related to the Most High through
you, and there is an “unholy seed” related to the serpent through Lucifer. The Messiah of 2000
years ago referred to the unholy seed as the goat and he called the holy seed sheep or lambs
(Luke 15; 6, John 10; 14 – 16 and John 10; 27). So, this is the time of the harvest and the Holy
Seed, the lost seed of the house of Israel. The tribe of Judah must be called. You are the visible
image of our Heavenly Father.” At that point I could feel my back ache from sitting straight on
top of a stone, so I rose to my feet at once with the old man, and oh, we were very tall as we
stared into each other’s eyes. Michael had then continued to speak as another meteorite scratched
the black skies just over our heads. The atmosphere felt homely and safe as houses. He said:
“Your traditional Judaic religion was replaced by a Roman Paulite version of Hellenism for not
keeping the laws; our synagogues were renamed with the new word “church”. There are those
who had been impersonating Judaism who are Europeans by descent.”
“Do you emphasise that Judah is Negroid?” asked I.
“The Holy Bible uses the word Niger in Acts 13; 1 for the word black. And then Lamentations 5;
10 states: “Our skin was black like an oven because of the terrible famine” and an oven is the
same as a furnace. However, I am already aware that you are already aware of the ancient value
of the sacred melanin, and you have seen the image of your fore-fathers those that visited the
formless earth from over there where I have come from in the wheel of Ezekiel and the chariot of
Elijah. In Revelation 1; 15, which is but your book, my child, it says: “And his feet like unto fine
brass as if they burned in a furnace.” Note that in Lamentations the speaker is of the Tribe of
Judah and his “his skin is black like an oven.” Revelation 1; 15 is speaking of the Messiah’s skin
and his image. There is no question that throughout the Holy Bible the Tribe of Judah was
Negroid as stated in Jeremiah 14; 2 that “Judah mourns and the gates thereof languish; they are
black unto the ground; and the cry of Jerusalem is gone up.” The word for ground in Hebrew is
“erets” and it means the Earth, - the rich black soil of the Earth as opposed to “ adamah” for
ground which is reddish or ruddy. The skin of Son of Man is as brown as you are. He is the
visible image, meaning that he can be seen with the physical eye. Some 2000 years ago when he
mentioned that “to see me is to see the father because I precede from the father”, he referred to
his physical appearance.” Sigh. After the elderly being had walked away, I walked away as well
in another direction. I had strolled off with an understanding that I was not mad, and that the
foretold alliance was a real thing – armed, resourceful and lethal. When I arrived at the village, I
had observed a large star rise up over the bush, swiftly shooting its way up into the traffic of the
Milky Way and disappearing into space. I had matched into my mother’s living room and
announced: “Mama, I told you Saul was a liar and a fraud. Yes, the one in that Bible who had
been known to persecute the followers of the rabbi before he relocated to Italy with a new name
– Paul, and appointed himself an apostle of tour Messiah Yeshua/Yashua whom he named Jesus
Christ and whom he had never met in person, ever.”