Broken Symmetries: Age of Illuminati Page 21

  Many years passed and he got married then had two beautiful children. His life was moving on fine until one day someone calling himself Mr. Young came to visit him. The man held a bottle of water.

  “You have blessed hands, so you can treat the possessed,” he said.

  “No, it’s not me. It’s the god of the holy§cript who treats them,” Padsha Mali said.

  “But the holy§cript needs the right person, a truly faithful person with a pure heart to recite it, and that is why everybody is not a faith-healer,” he said.

  “I think ∞Illuhim∞ loves me, and that is why he wants to introduce his message through me,” Padsha Mali said.

  Mr. Young put the bottle in front of him. “Do you know what you could do with a holy water that has descended to us directly from the Eden Gardens by a fallen meteor?” he asked while Padsha Mali listened. “You can cure cancer,” he followed. “Unfortunately, we don’t have too much of this water and it needs your prayers and your blessed hands for the miracle to work.”

  Padsha Mali didn’t believe him at first, but once he tried the water on some hopeless cancer patients, he saw the miracle. A few weeks later people came back to him expressing their immense gratitude for his extraordinary healing powers. When he met Mr. Young again, he was promised more of the holy water on the condition that he used it considerately and not to tell anyone about it. After all, Mr. Young reminded Padsha Mali that it was ∞Illuhim∞ who cured people with the holy§cript through his blessed hands with the help of the holy water. The holy water alone was nothing. Padsha Mali soon became famous. People started to talk about his ability to cure cancer, and articles and international TV reports were made about him. He was soon visited by everybody around the world. High profile political figures, famous people, football players, and even some of the doctors who blamed his father for malpractice now visited him for help when they or their loved ones got cancer.

  Family and relatives urged Padsha Mali to take this opportunity to become rich by curing wealthy people and charging them with a lot of money, but he refused. He was eager to help and cure poor people before the rich. All he was asking for from the people was to stay faithful to ∞Illuhim∞.

  Nevertheless, Padsha Mali soon realized that because of his blindness some people were accusing him of being a latent Antichrist who was waiting for the right moment to show his true face! After all, the majority of people didn’t have cancer or they chose not to visit him for help, so he disregarded the painful accusations. His eagerness to help people made him sleep only for one hour a night and he spent most of his time preaching and healing people. Now he had his own TV station, thanks to Mr. Young again, he would spend every minute in his life spreading God’s word. He also treated people live on TV showing the miracle to everyone.

  One day, he looked in the mirror after hearing another famous preacher talk about his resemblance to the Antichrist and who had discouraged people from listening to him. He looked at his face closely asking himself, ‘Am I really the Antichrist? Why don’t people look into my heart? They don’t know about me, my life and my beliefs?’ He asked God why he had made him this way. ‘People would have trusted me much more if I wasn’t created blind in my left eye,’ once he prayed these words to God but then he remembered that according to the teachings of the holy§cript, people should trust God and thank him for what he gave and what he took so he immediately begged ∞Illuhim∞ to forgive him. ‘I was so arrogant for complaining about the eye you took from me. You have given me one eye to see, an amazing wife and two beautiful children. You have given me the power of healing and high status among the people. You have given me everything and yet I’m still asking why you took one eye from me! Please forgive me for my arrogance. I will stay faithful, and I will spread your message with all my power.’

  A few weeks later, Padsha Mali met Mr. Young again, but this time he didn’t look normal. There were multiple scratches and cuts on his face, and he was barely recognizable and looked like a different person! He asked Padsha to tell all the people who were queuing in front of his preaching hall, which had recently been built for him by Mr. Young, to leave and come back the next day! It was very difficult for Padsha Mali to do that because no matter how tired he was, he never asked the people who needed his treatment to leave his hall. He always put people’s health before his own rest, but this initial request would turn out to be very easy compared to Mr. Young’s next request!

  “Tomorrow I need you to pretend that you are the Antichrist and ask people to bow to you,” he said to Padsha Mali.

  “WHY?” Padsha Mali protested in shock.

  “Don’t worry it’s just a test. We want to see how many people will follow the Antichrist if he comes,” he said. “Wouldn’t you like to test their faith?”

  Padsha Mali suddenly realized something. “Is that why you chose me in the first place? Did you choose me for this test because I resemble the Antichrist slightly?”

  “Slightly?!” he repeated after him.

  “I thought you wanted me to help people and spread Abrahamic faith,” Padsha Mali said in disappointment.

  “That is what exactly I wanted to do!” he said. “This is why I want to put their faith into a real test.”

  “But I have healed many of those people, so if I ask them anything they will feel obliged to do so even if I ask them to bow to me. I don’t want to put them in a difficult position,” Padsha Mali protested.

  “No, that is exactly why you need to do that. If they feel obliged to bow to you because you healed their loved ones, then they should be ashamed for doing that. This test will be a good lesson for them not to repeat that in case the real Antichrist appears,” he said.

  “In all my preaching and during my faith-healing, I have always reminded people that it’s ∞Illuhim∞ who is the true healer and not me. I have told them that I’m only a medium between them and God and nothing more,” Padsha Mali said.

  “So now it’s a good time to test to see if your preaching has worked. Let’s test their faith,” he said.

  Padsha Mali thought deeply for a while then he shook his head to reject the proposition. “Even if it is just for a test, I still can’t put myself in God’s place and ask people to worship me instead of him.”

  Mr. Young was now convinced it was too difficult to persuade Padsha Mali peacefully, so he took out his mobile and showed him a recorded video of his family! In the video they were all tied up and shouting for help! Padsha Mali was so enraged at seeing the images that he tried to attack Mr. Young, but one guard grabbed him from behind. Sensing even more trouble, Padsha Mali shouted for the guard outside to come help him.

  “Your guards are my guards, you fool!” he said to Padsha Mali.

  “Please, don’t harm my family. What do you want from me?” Padsha Mali asked in frustration.

  “It’s simple. Just do the stupid test and your family will be safe,” he said.

  Padsha Mali didn’t have a choice so he finally agreed to do what Mr. Young told him to do. The rules were simple and he was told to spend the night in his room with all the doors and windows locked. He would be isolated from the world, and then in the next morning, he had a simple line to tell the people who would be waiting for him in the hall. Mr. Young told him that anything he would see happening next was just a scenario to test people’s faith! He might see people dying in front of him, but it would all be part of the test, so he wouldn’t need to worry about them.

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  It was a long night for Padsha Mali, and he couldn’t sleep. He was thinking about his family all that night, and the next morning when the door was unlocked for him by a guard, he went to his usual preaching place. He was surprised to see a huge crowd waiting for him inside the hall. The people’s faces looked tired and fearful as they were attentively waiting for his speech. At first Padsha Mali hesitated to shout to them asking them to bow to him. ‘I prefer to throw myself off this podium and die instead of putting myself in the Lord’s place,’ he thought to him
self but then he remembered his family’s doomed fate if he decided to do that. ‘It’s just a test. I don’t mean it in my heart, so God please forgive me. I’m always your faithful servant, and I will only do this as test, but I don’t mean my word.’

  He then started to shout at the crowd asking them to bow to him. He was afraid that the crowd would respond to his request and bow to him immediately, but then he saw someone from the crowd rejecting his request boldly and a death ray hit him. At first Padsha Mali was terrified but then he remembered Mr. Young’s words, ‘Everything is just a scenario to make the test look real.’

  He shouted at them again asking them to bow. He was now relieved to see that his followers were fixed on their faith and didn’t bow for a human even if their lives were threatened. He was very heartened by their reaction and their appropriate response. ‘This is all due to my preaching,’ he thought to himself. ‘I taught them not to bow to anyone but ∞Illuhim∞.’

  He repeated the same lines again and again, each time saying it louder and bolder just to make sure that the test was successfully passed by his followers.

  Moments later, he started to hear a loud voice that seemed to come from a large crowd behind the hall. ‘Is there another crowd outside? What they are shouting for?’ he asked himself. Then the voices get louder and louder, he started to hear them more clearly. They were praying to God asking him to send the Messiah!

  The crowd inside the hall also began to call and pray for the return of Messiah! Padsha Mali didn’t know what to do at this stage, as the test was a clear success according to him, and no one was deceived by him, but why hadn’t he received any signal to announce the end of the test. ‘Maybe Mr. Young still wants me to continue,’ he thought. When he said his final bow to me command, it was only a second later that he realized the entire world was now wishing him dead! ‘Everyone is now watching me and thinking that I’m the Antichrist and praying for the return of Messiah to save them!’

  Suddenly, a bright light shined down from the ceiling dome to the floor. A ray of the light hit Padsha Mali’s eyes, and it was only a fraction of a second later that he saw the figure of an angel in front of him. He had a pair of white bright wings and the armor of an ancient knight with shining beads. He held an expensive looking sword, a sword of a king, and as he looked into the face of the angel which was half covered with the armor, his long brown beard and hair seemed familiar to him but he couldn’t recognize the face because it was partially covered with the armor.

  Padsha Mali tried to say something, but it was too late; the sword has already passed through his chest to his heart. He felt extreme pain. ‘This can’t be a part of the test!’ The world in front of him began to fade away, and he saw the relief on the crowd’s faces beneath him. They were so happy as if they were saved from a tyrant! He was the most hated man on the planet, and at that moment, Padsha Mali himself wasn’t sure if he was indeed the real Antichrist! He fell onto the ground while everything was fading into darkness, the last image he saw was his children’s faces before everything in front of him disappeared. ‘∞Illuhim∞ please forgive me for putting myself in your position. I’m nothing but your humble servant.’ That was his last prayer before falling to the ground below covered with blood.

  Chapter 39

  “People of the earth, it’s now officially the end of your story, your amazing long story. You are the survivors. You went through many difficult times, hunger, thirst, horror, and sadness but you have finally made it. We have been watching you all the time.

  “You may be wondering why we left you all this time to suffer! We were always wishing to come and save you, but the key to unlocking your suffering was in your hands all the time. Today you proved yourselves, you unlocked the path by yourselves, and ∞Illuhim∞ is proud of you. You were once his favorite creation, he created you in his form, in a perfect shape. Among all his creations, you were his masterpiece, and he made you rulers of the Eden Garden. Angels and demons were your servants … but then … you fell into the devil’s trap. You broke the trust that ∞Illuhim∞ had in you, and from that moment, it was your duty to prove yourself again.

  “The evil was disguised among you for all these years, and his plan was to deviate you further from ∞Illuhim∞. He ignited the war among you, and he was planning for your total destruction. He came to you in the form of the Antichrist and set himself in God’s place! Despite his dominion, his power, and the horror he set into your hearts, today you proved yourself again. You refused to submit to his wishes, you united together, you asked ∞Illuhim∞ for help, and you did that all with one heart. Your determination against evil has re-established the lost trust again between you and your creator.

  Although you made a large step today towards your salvation, the evil is still here. He implanted hate against you, humans, among other of God’s creations in the Garden of Eden. The past sins that you and the people before you have committed are immense, so you will need to fix the past before being able to return to the Garden of Eden! But don’t worry, I’m the Messiah, and I have been given the responsibility to show you the path of your salvation. All you need is to follow my word, and I will illuminate the path for you, and soon you will become kings again in the heavens.”

  That was the part of ‘the Messiah’s’ speech after he took on the ‘Antichrist’. The presumed Messiah stood up, with his shiny armor, his long brown hair and beard, and his partially covered face. In the eyes of people, he was the Godsend who had just fallen from the sky to be the savior of their dreams. People in the hall began to bow for their Messiah to show their respect and submission to God’s beloved savior.

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  Hast’s biggest fear had come true, the literal interpretation of the holy§cript! He stood there among the crowd in shock; his religion had been hacked by evil! ‘Abraham didn’t free us from the tyrant, Nimrod, only to become slaves again!’ he thought to himself. ‘Abraham’s message was all about freedom, and we all miss-understood his message and his revolution toward a free society with independent thinking. There are nine billion minds in the world; it’s like nine billion parliaments, every one with a different life experience and a different wisdom. If we all think for ourselves, the path to the truth will be revealed but evil doesn’t want that. He wants to control all our minds through one portal, the Antichrist. We paved the path for evil to control us through preaching hate, distrust, and demonization. The evil grew by feeding from the terror we envisioned for ourselves, and now he is much smarter and more powerful than ever. He will enslave us in the name of God,’ Hast concluded. ‘I need to do something…I need to save people from the new slavery. If he is the Young Nimrod, then I need to be the Young Abraham!’ At that moment Hast turned to Mark.

  “Mark, could you record me with your mobile? I will try to reveal the truth to the world!” he said.

  “But I don’t have a connection,” Mark said while looking at his mobile. “Oh! Never mind, start…”

  That moment TV screens all over the world suddenly went blank! The world stood speechless after what they had just seen, they had witnessed what they could have never imagined a year ago. They saw all the prophecies come true. They saw Doomsday, and they saw the rise of the Antichrist, and now they had just witnessed the return of Messiah. It was like the truth had finally revealed itself to everyone; even the most aggressive skeptic of the Abrahamic faith was now seeking forgiveness from the Messiah.

  Despite people’s concerns at that moment, Howard ‘Nerd’ was thrilled! Finally, he was able to witness the ultimate proof of his underrated, wonderful theory. He began to jump around from the joy as it was his Eureka moment. He wandered around telling everyone he was meeting about his ultimate theory of everything: The Mind Quanta-Soup.

  Chapter 40

  When the morning alarm went off, Raimon was in a deep sleep. Yesterday morning when he saw the first news reports of the nuclear bomb detonation in Manhattan and the threat of possible worldwide war, he immediately thought he should keep h
imself from the trouble of looking at the horror stories on TV and social media, so he took his sleeping pill and decided to sleep for a while. This was his habit, to run away from the headache of caring about the crazy things happening in the world, but this time he had taken two pills of Valium.

  Now his eyes were half-opened and he still hadn’t realized that it has been more than 20 hours since he had gone to sleep. He wanted to ignore the alarm and stay in bed for another few hours, but then he suddenly remembered yesterday’s horrible news. ‘Oh, I’m still alive,’ he thought to himself. ‘Dublin was not hit by a nuclear weapon!’ He stood up from the bed and switched on the TV to see the latest updates from the last 24 hours, but he couldn’t tune in to any working TV station. ‘Did they hit every TV station!’ He opened his laptop and there was no Wi-Fi signal. He looked at his cellphone and again there was no signal. ‘Large damage might have happened everywhere,’ he thought to himself.

  He looked at the window which was facing west in his room and saw sunlight shining into the room from it! ‘It must be the sunset,’ he thought to himself as he moved his head near the window to have a clearer look at the sun disk. ‘Did I sleep for 30 hours!’ he looked again at the digital clock on the wall, but it was clearly indicating 8:20 AM! He thought that the clock might be broken, so he found his watch and it was 8:20 AM. again. That moment he remembered a sponsored post he had seen on the news feed of his social page which prophesied that on the end-days people would see the sun coming from the west. ‘This can’t be!’ he thought to himself.

  Raimon was in his late twenties, and he had never had a religious experience or went to the holy☼house except for once ten years ago when he attended his mother’s funeral. He still remembered his mother’s last words urging him to stay faithful to ∞Illuhim∞. “Promise me to keep your faith. I want to see you again in heaven,” she said to him before her last breath in the hospital.