New Messiah, New Temple

New Messiah, New Temple.  Opus Dei predicts that very soon the Dome of the Rock on Jerusalem’s Temple Mount will be razed and a Third Temple will be built in its place.  Below is an excerpt from the novel.  Click here to buy the E book.

“Please, Sovereign Lord,” he pleaded.  “You must go back!”

Below them, the court fell deathly silent.  There was a mocking hardness in the countenance of Lucis de Bar, as he stood dwarfed by the forty-foot high columns.  He nodded briefly at the prophet who shadowed his every move.  The old man raised gnarled hands towards the heavens and spoke a few words in the Latin tongue.  A searing column of fire fell as if from the heavens and the priests recoiled in abject fear.  Only the High Priest resolutely attempted to block their path into the inner vestibule.  De Bar’s men forced their way past, brushing him roughly aside.

Sovereign Lord, Jean de Bar stood poised to take the victor’s podium.  This was ancientRome’s fiery serpent; the beast with his roots in spiritual Babylon; the unicorn of the New Age and high initiate into the ancient mysteries.  The conspiracy of centuries found its culmination in this moment, the dethroning of the God of the universe by the Grand Emancipator, Nimrod reincarnate: El-Bar, Messiah of the Jews.  Sovereign Lord, Jean de Bar had pre-empted the prophesied return of Christ.

The High Priest turned to follow Jean de Bar and his entourage.

“Stop!” he cried.  “You don’t know what you are doing.  You can’t go in there!”

Ignoring him, one of the men wrenched open the gilded cypress doors with their decoration of flowers, palm trees and cherubim.  High, small windows dimly lighted both the vestibule and the sanctuary.  Beyond them and behind the veil, the inner sanctuary of the temple, the Most Holy Place, was windowless.

Only on this day of Yom Kippur would the High Priest enter the Holy of Holies carrying a golden censer and a vessel filled with incense.  Then, dressed in a white linen robe, he would take a bowl bearing the blood of a sacrificed bullock to atone for his own sins, for the sins of the priests and the sins of the nation, to sprinkle on the Mercy Seat.

Desperately now, the High Priest blocked his path.  “You can’t go in there!” he begged.

De Bar’s lips drew back off his teeth in the mockery of a smile.  “You’re wrong,” he replied.  “Nothing can stop me.”

His men pushed aside the veil to theMost Holy Place and de Bar stood framed in the entrance.  He had ripped the band from his hair and it hung loose around his shoulders.  The High Priest saw him as if for the first time.  De Bar’s eyes were heavily outlined in kohl and his cheeks were rouged.  He drew himself up and lifted his chin in a gesture that was disquietingly effeminate.

“Worship at the feet of Ishtar, fool!” he spat.  “‘If you open not the gate that I may pass, I shall burst it in and smash the lock, I shall destroy the threshold and break the doorposts, I shall make the dead rise and they will outnumber the living.’”

The quote aroused no light of recognition in the face of the priest and the Supreme Leader laughed; his voice a falsetto.

“If the words of the Mother Goddess do nothing for you, try this.”  He stepped away from the opening and the priest’s face turned ashen.  The violation could only have taken place through the little-known ceiling entrance into the sacred place from the temple’s upper floor.  He saw in the dim light of the room, in place of the Ark of the Covenant, the statue of Isis, the Black Virgin; her ebony face, with the downcast eyes, appeared frigid and aloof.

“Jove has defeated Jehovah, and Hermes is about to force YHWH from the Holy of Holies.

“No!” the Priest wailed in anguish and flung himself at de Bar.  “The abomination of the desolation!” he screamed.  “The abomination of our temple, just as Daniel foresaw it!”  He rent his priestly garment and tears streamed down his face.

Lucis threw back his head and laughed.  “Kill him!” he ordered.  “A pig is needed for the sacrifice.”

An aide stepped forward and gripped the old man around his neck.  He drew a knife from his belt and deftly slit the bared throat.  The countenance of the High Priest changed and his body sagged.  As the bodyguard released him, he dropped heavily, like a sack of grain, his blood spilling onto the floor of the Most Holy Place.

Searing white light filled the sanctuary as Lucifer, god of light, the true Grail, seized power.  De Bar raised a fist heavenward.

“I have beaten you!” he shouted.  “I, Saturn the Hidden God, and Lucifer, god of a thousand guises, have beaten you!  I will wipe your chosen people off the face of this planet and bring it all under my authority!”

Spiritually, it seemed, Jerusalem had fallen.  Control of the Holy of Holies on the most sacred day of the Jewish calendar ensured military victory and ultimate dominance over all Israel.  More, it secured world dominion; a fact that was irrevocably written into the law of the planet.  The Game was over.  He had beaten Hussein ibn Muhammed to the winning post.  The Holy Place was seized and the Gate of Ishtar guarded the inner heart of the temple.  The Al Mahdi was barred from entering. Babylon had come to Jerusalem.