The Gentile Witness, Enoch Book 1: Enoch (8 page)

Chapter 25

9:50 AM EST Day one of 1260 Washington, D.C. - White House, the Oval Office

The President and Jamal Jones, director of Homeland Security, were having an off the record meeting in the Oval Office. Jamal assumed it was about Jack South, but he waited for the President to speak. He had known and worked with Stevenson when he was in the State Legislature in Illinois. Stevenson had in his career early on been very vocal on state issues and in a, short time had reached star status in the state and was eventually elected Senator. It seemed to Jamal that since he had known him, Stevenson just seemed to get things done. Stevenson was very popular and good looking. He was six foot two inches tall and appeared to stand even taller. He had little body fat, maybe around 180 pounds or so. His balding top only seemed to add to his stature as the years went by.

About eight or more years ago, the Democratic Party decided he should run for President. I became his campaign manager in Illinois. In the process, I, like Stevenson, learned that in order to get to the presidency you had to take orders. We figured it out and played the game. After the election, I was, appointed as Director of Homeland Security for all my years of service with him and helping to get him elected. Like others who attach themselves to a rising star, I did so willingly. To me, Stevenson was my star. However, I still had my ambitions too.

“Jamal,” the President said. “You and I are going to go down to the War Room alone and will be attending a video conference with The Waldger Group that is in Brussels. During that conference, we will also be watching to see what Jack South is saying in his interview on Bear News. It is important that we understand what this person’s agenda is and how it is going to affect all of us in the coming days. There is something different going on here. I think we are dealing with a power that is helping him and that we have prepared for all these years. If Jack is who we think he may be, than we cannot even begin to stop him and his ability to cause destruction for the next three plus years.”

“What are you talking about?” Jamal asked. “Why could we not stop him?”

“Jamal, we all knew that one day we would have to fight a war not of this world. That is what we have prepared to do for hundreds of years. For instance, the ICBM System was built just for this purpose, to protect us from something from not of this world, not the crap told to the public of protecting our shores from nuclear attack. Unfortunately, Jamal, a person maybe like Jack South has the power to torment us for a period, of time. However, after he is gone, assuming he is the one, we will prepare for that final battle against his masters, which we will win. We will then set up the perfect government and turn the earth back into an Eden.”

“That is all supernatural to me. I mean, I have read the Bible, but I thought the Catholic Church said all that stuff had already happened in Revelations and that none of this was relevant to what they call the last days.”

“Well they are wrong and we know they are, and so do many powerful men in the Church. However, if the time is now and our nemesis from another world is setting the time clock, then we have to be ready to act. We only will get one chance. So keep all this in mind today during the interview and during the conference.”

“I will do my best sir. Are we ready to go now?”

The president looked at Jamal with a worried face and said, “Yes, let’s go. They are waiting for us.”

Chapter 26

9:55 AM EST Day one of 1260 New York - Bear News Viewing Room

John Roddenburg was winding down comments on the presidential Rose Garden speech and giving an update on the carnage in California, along with clips from the internet of my interview with Brad. Then, his co-anchor took over and offered even more coverage for the viewers from California and press releases provided by FEMA headquarters in Washington.

Mark and I were sitting inside the room with the coffee and snacks. I was actually hungry. It was almost 10:00 a.m. and other than the donut hole in the Teal Room I had eaten, I had nothing else to eat. So, the fruit and pastries looked good so I helped myself to a plate full. Mark just sat quietly drinking a cup of coffee, loaded with sugar.

John Roddenburg walked in smiling and asked, “You two doing okay? Do you need anything else? If you do, I can send a runner out to get it for you,” as he busied himself getting some ice in a cup and then poured out a soda for him.

John looked up at me, then using his hand, pointed over to a small table in the room, with some chairs around it and said, “Let’s talk, we have about thirty minutes till we go live. Oh Jack, one more thing before I forget, we have all the graphics and the software your people sent. We hooked up a computer and a large viewing monitor that we use in the newsroom, you can use if you like. Want to tell me what they are for Jack?”

Direct and to the point, well that was John, I thought. As we all sat down, I answered, “They are for the viewers to understand what is going to happen next. In addition, we would like a climatologist or meteorologist for the interview, if you have one available, for I only know specifics, not scientific details. I am not sure I can explain the far reaching effects.”

“So, is it weather related?”

“Yes, it all is weather related for now.”

“So what else is going to be occurring? Can you give me some insight on your next prediction? At least I assume you are going to predict something else.”

I reached in my pocket and pulled out the three pages of printed instructions, and handed them to John.

“Read this and then you will know why we will need to get the message out.”

John Roddenburg unfolded the pages and started reading. You could actually see the color draining from his face and as his jaw tightened and he ran his fingers through his hair, he finally looked up at me and said, “Is this for real Jack. This is scary and it is not limited to a specific area. This has worldwide implications.”

I looked at him and, then said, “John, this is the way it is going to be and to a ‘T’, no exceptions, and no misunderstandings.”

“I understand now why you need help Jack, but I am not sure I know what it all means either. So we need, as you say, some expert advice. This is really short notice, but then this whole thing is.” He thought for a moment and said, “I will see if I can get one of our meteorologist guys over here in a hurry. They usually have the midday and afternoons free.”

“That would help John, for I want your viewers to be able to understand.”

“I’ll get right on it. By the way, we are broadcasting every few minutes that you are here. We are even going live on the radio with our affiliate stations. I did want to ask you though, how long do you think the interview should last?”

“Well, that is up to you. When you are through asking questions, we will leave. You will have done your job and we will have done ours. But we need some ground rules.”

“Like what?”

I replied rather sternly, “First I will do my best to answer the questions about California and the messed up interviews at The Network. Then I will answer the questions about what we are about to tell the world. However, if I say that I cannot answer any question or I do not know the answer, then you stop. There will be no going after an answer that I will not give an answer too. Just move on to another subject or, as earlier today, the interview will end. Agreed?”

“Agreed.”

John then got up and said, “I’ll be back in a few minutes. We are going to use the interview room upstairs. A page will come to escort you both, and oh, by the way, we were able to assemble the panel we called you about putting together. So is that still alright with you?”

“Yes, “That will be fine John.”

“Thanks Jack. I’ll be back soon.”

As he was leaving, I got his attention again and said, “No tricks John, straight and to the point.” He shrugged and nodded yes and then walked out of the room. I assumed that he went to get his resources together.

Mark looked at me and said nervously, “Can I read that paper?” I reached back in my pocket and handed it to him, hoping he did not have a heart attack and die on me.

Chapter 27

5:05 PM CEST Day one of 1260 Brussels - The Waldger Group Corporate Headquarters, 42
nd
Floor

As their car drew up to the headquarters building in the center of the campus of The Waldger Group, David looked over at the Cardinal. There still was not a word or an expression from him, nothing. He just sat staring out the window. If it were not the fact I could see him breathing, I would have thought he was dead.

The car stopped in the front and as I opened the door, the Cardinal crossed himself with the sign of the cross, and then reached for a brief case he had lying on the floor. He then exited the car and followed me into the building.

Once inside, a stern looking security guard asked, “Names please?”

“David Mathews,” I said.

He then asked for an ID and I handed him my corporate ID card. He ran it through a scanner, looked down at the screen, and then as he handed the ID back said, “Thank you Mr. Matthews.”

The security guard turned to the Cardinal and said again, “Name please?”

“Cardinal Luke Richital, from Rome,” he said, and handed him a card, which was, also scanned. The guard asked the Cardinal to, please remove his head covering, since in his picture, he did not have one. The Cardinal removed his hat, and then immediately placed it back on his head.

The guard said, “Thank you Cardinal.” He then stated that we were to go to the elevators to his right and proceed to the 42
nd
floor where we would be directed where to go from there.

As we were moving towards the elevator, I noticed the Cardinal looking at me in a strange way. He asked, “Who are you? What do you do for the company? I have never seen you before.”

I politely replied, “As you heard, my name is David Matthews, but the rest you will have to ask someone else. What I do for the company, I am not allowed tell you as per corporate instructions.” This seemed to pacify the Cardinal and we moved to the elevators.

The elevator moved us up to the 42nd floor without stopping. Actually, there were no other floor buttons on the elevator, but the 42
nd
floor. As the doors opened, we were, met by a man fully armed with an automatic rifle strapped across his shoulder and a small handgun at his waist. He looked like GI Joe in a suit. Like the security person at the reception area downstairs, he seemed as if he could eat us for dinner if he chose to do so. He must have noticed I was staring at his armaments. He quickly got my attention by looking directly at me and then, with a swagger only a man like that could have, said, “Please follow me.”

We went into a large room with various other doors that had numbers displayed in the center of them. These doors surrounded the room, all the way around. He then said to the Cardinal, “You can use room number three.” Then pointing to me, he said, “You can use room number seven.” He followed up with, “Someone will be here shortly to direct you to where you need to go.”

I walked into Room 7 and it was empty except for a chair and a small table. Having been here before when I was hired and knowing what to do, I put my laptop and files on the table, and began to undress down to my skivvies. I had just finished, when two men came in and without a word, went through the laptop, my clothes, pants, and shirt pockets. They then asked me to stand on the chair and they used a wand over me to make sure I did not have any contraband, weapons, listening devices, and so forth. It was worse than an airport. I then automatically bent over and pulled down my underwear while they poked in my anus and then told me to get dressed. There was some toilet paper, disinfectant on the table, and a trash receptacle for me to use. Afterwards, I got dressed and sat in the chair. A few moments later, another military beefy like man came and said, “Please follow me.”

I was, led into a very large conference room in a different part of the 42
nd
floor. It was lit up with TV monitors all over the walls and a very large one in the center. It looked as if there were around seventy-five to eighty seats. There were microphones set up at each seating place, along with a green writing pad, a small desk light, pens, drinking glass, pitcher of ice and sparkling water. There was also a receptacle for power and an internet connection. The chairs were very comfortable looking, done in a soft green felt with solid walnut wood frames. The table seemed to be almost thirty feet in length, going down two sides and enclosed by about ten feet on the ends making a rectangle. I was definitely impressed.

I walked around the table reading name cards and saw mine. I pulled out the chair, sat down, and placed my laptop and file I had brought, in front of me. I looked around and I could see the Cardinal on the other end of the table watching Bear News. I saw other figures there that I knew had attended other meetings and from the news, but most I had not met personally. There were heads of state that were from the European Union, but I noticed several people missing. I would have thought more would be here. These were the people, who really ran the world.

I saw the smaller monitors on the surrounding walls start to flicker, in which case I knew that other members were probably logging in. Normally there were about one hundred attendees in total, but today, the larger amount of them would be attending via video conference. There had not been enough time to get them all here. There were about thirty here so far.

One of the side doors opened and Aafre Waldger walked in and stood behind his chair at the end. He scanned the room and nodded to a person on the other side of the control booth and the news feed on the larger monitors were, muted.

Aafre was an imposing figure. His Dutch heritage was apparent in his features. He was a large man, with fair complexion, and a full head of gray hair combed back. He had a Roman nose, strong cheek, bones, and greenish eyes. His most noticeable feature was his hands. They were enormous. 

Born into privilege, by the time Aafre was thirty his family owned business had grown worldwide. By the early 90’s, he was assumed to be the richest man in the world with ties that reached almost every country and board room in the world. Known to be usually quiet about his affairs and rarely seen in public, he ruled the world’s commerce. However, he did so using his enormous powers, for if you crossed him, it would probably be the last thing you did. My attention was, brought back from my observations as Aafre started speaking to the group.

“Thank you for coming on such short notice,” he said. “Unfortunately, several of our members will be attending by way of video conference. We will use the monitors you see on the outer walls, but since there are too many not here in person, we will have to switch to the person speaking remotely and the system will be able to handle about three at a time. On their end, also remotely, they will be able to see and hear each of you in the same way, that way everyone is as if they were here anyway. In less than thirty minutes, our sources tell us that John Roddenburg on Bear News will be doing a one on one interview with Jack South.”

“Folders are now being passed out which have a certain amount of background on Jack South that we got today from Mr. Matthews,” as he looked at me. They are items like his childhood, upbringing, and certain events about his adulthood. Also provided from our security team, you will find a synopsis of what we have learned since 7:45 this morning EST, or 2:45 this afternoon here. Also, note, there is a complete transcript of the entire interview with Brad Williams and his producer’s tirade from the video files uploaded to the internet. I might add that as this occurrence unfolded, it has done considerable damage this morning to the Network.”

“I ask that as we watch the interview, take some notes and at the conclusion of the interview, we will discuss this matter and what we can do or need to do about it.”

He hesitated and began speaking again. “For those of you not familiar with the term ‘end time plans’, we have included a synopsis in your folders. These plans have been in existence for a considerably long time and have been, modified as each generation passed and the membership has changed. We have looked and watched carefully for a person like Jack South. He may well be the key to the final countdown we have waited so long for, at least based on what we know so far.”

“On another note, we do know that Jack South ordered some graphics and a climatologist for the interview. So we are assuming that in addition to his prediction of the earthquake in California, he is going to use these graphics to display to the masses what else he is going to do or what he is predicting his God will do.”

“We think, and as many of you know, he is the first of the two witnesses we have been expecting now for thousands of years. This means that the destroyer is at our doorstep and will not stop using his powers until, like the great flood, he has wiped out a large portion of mankind, but we know this time not everyone, maybe thirty to forty percent of the world’s population.”

“However, we do know there are to be two witnesses and so far, we only have Jack. He does seem to fit the deeds and description we would expect from the two witnesses. However, let me add that it is only the first day, and we do not yet have enough information to have a one hundred percent yes on this question. Also, keep in mind that if he is one of the witnesses, we are powerless to stop anything he or the other unnamed witness does for three and a half years. Therefore, what our goal needs to be is to minimize the damage to the earth, its people, and our assets. After the three and a half years, Jack and the other witness will no longer be safe. Their protectors will eventually leave them and then we will be able to destroy them once and for all.”

“But as I said, we do not know for sure that he is who we think he might be. Once again, for now all we can do is listen and learn. However, what he did today and recently is not luck with the lottery, nor is his prediction, which is not only one hundred percent, accurate, but uncanny. Earthquakes do not shake for 422 seconds.”

“I also want to reiterate that at this point, and we sent secure messages earlier to all participants, absolutely no one is to make a move against Mr. South without my approval. No assassination attempts, no incarceration to see if we can break him. Do not even pull him over for a parking ticket. He can go where he wants and do as he wishes for now. No one is to release any information about him including what we have here. If for some reason one of you, or your people, does make that mistake, we will deal with that person in a very unpleasant way.”

“Are there any questions?”

You might as well have asked a starving man if he was hungry. It seemed that everyone in the room started talking at once. Then with the added noise of the monitors, it was like chaos.

Aafre quickly quietened the room and said, “Ladies and gentlemen, it is not necessary for us to all talk at the same time. So with what time we have before the interview, I will start to my right and work our way around the table, then to our guest remotely. I believe that makes Cardinal Richital first.”

“Thank you Aafre,” the Cardinal said. “I want to make sure that I understand you in that you believe that this man may well be the first of the two witnesses as described in John’s Apocalypse?”

“Yes,” Aafre said. “And I know that you are going to say that he has no beard, he doesn’t look like Moses, Elijah or any other biblical prophet. However, I think that we put too much emphasis on expecting a Jewish zealot to show up instead of a man that has been, selected by their God. Moreover, as you know Cardinal, their God always selected common people to do his work here on earth. Therefore, to answer your question, I think that a stereotypical description of physical looks or even personality is not relevant here. It’s his powers he is exercising that we are interested in.”

A hand went up and Aafre said, “Yes Marcell, do you have a comment on this?”

“Isn’t this guy supposed to be dressed in gunny sacks or sackcloth? I mean he has on designer shoes, shirt, slacks, and jacket and is very well groomed.”

Aafre smiled and said, “Marcell do you know what sackcloth means? I doubt it for very few do. Sackcloth means clothing of the people. In addition, he may well change his attire during the period he is to be here. Therefore, the way he is dressed is quite appropriate, because he looks just like everyone else. Does that answer your question?”

“Yes,” Marcell said, “I guess it does. But I have to tell you this guy, if he is who you think he is, has me worried.”

“In time, Marcell, we will explain how we will deal with Mr. Jack South.”

Aafre took a few more questions, and then said, “Let’s wrap it up for now. I understand they are starting and giving some background information on Jack. Let us watch the interview. I think it is now beginning.”

I looked up and the screen and sound came back on. The Bear News logo was on the screen with a special report from Bear News scrolling along the bottom of the screen. Their ratings had to be going up. Jack South, for now is the most interesting person on the planet, and If I guess correctly, he is about to shock the world, yet again.