The Master of Chaos – XXVI

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Ted Sackett, the Vice President of the Unites States was already in the air aboard a secure plane circling Texas when news of the Presidents death reached him. Sackett was stunned and overwhelmed at the thought of what awaited him. Ted had agreed to be Conroy’s running mate because he admired the strong man and his conservative values, but Ted had never thought he would ever have to occupy the office of Commander in Chief. Sackett immediately called Mary Conroy to offer condolences on the death of her husband. When the first lady was patched through, she was sobbing as she took the phone. Ted, I am so glad it’s you, because I needed to tell you something, there is something horribly wrong here, Lerner was never suicidal. I knew that man since I was a freshman in high school, and if there is one thing that he wasn’t, it was suicidal. You must believe me, something is going on, don’t you think it is just a bit odd that on the same day there was a horrific nuclear strike in the Middle East that my husband would also be found dead? Ted just listened, he agreed with her that Conroy was someone he never considered weak or suicidal, but he didn’t know what to tell her, so he just said “Mary, I am so very, very sorry for you and Mackenzie, I know this does not sound right, and I want to assure you that I will insure a full and thorough investigation is carried out. We will find out what happened Mary, and if there is anything that you and Mackenzie need, please let me know. I have to go now, I am so sorry but I am being paged as we speak to the videoconferencing room”.

They said their sad goodbyes and Sackett entered the videoconferencing room in the rear of the huge jetliner, immediately seeing the Chief Justice of the Supreme Court waiting for him on the large video monitor. The elderly justice asked Sackett to raise his right hand and repeat what he said; he would be swearing Ted Sackett in as the next President of the United States. Sackett repeated everything that the Justice said, yet he wasn’t listening to the words he was repeating, his mind was racing a hundred miles an hour, anxious at the responsibility that he was taking on now. So much for just riding out this term, he was about to work harder than he ever had before. He wasn’t smiling when he finished taking the oath.

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Tim and Carrie were amazed at the outright power and loyalty of their God. They sat in church listening as one by one, four of the elders went before the congregation and opened their hearts about the visions they had all been given. The people in the assembly were quiet as the elders spoke of the one they were told about who would come, and how it happened exactly as they were told. Tim thought to himself that if someone had relayed that story to him a year ago he would have run from the building and would have never returned. Yet now, no one did, everyone was rapt with attention. They told of Tim’s vision where the great angel Gabriel told of a time of tribulation that will come, and that we must leave now without delay, because a place has been prepared for us. At the end, Sam asked if the congregation would give a show of hands who would be going, and everyone was shocked when all of the family heads raised their hands. Some raised them tentatively, seemingly shy as they looked around them to see who else would be going, but in the end, everyone was on board. It was truly nothing short of a miracle, because attendance that Sunday morning was just over a thousand.

The elders ordered pizzas delivered for the entire congregation and they suggested everyone eat and relax for a couple of hours, and then the planning and inventory would begin. Tim approached Sam Preston with a gym bag that he had over his shoulder and waited as Sam finished talking to one of the other elders. “Hey Tim, I think all is going well, don’t you? We have so much to do in such a short time, but it seems as though God is really paving a trail for us”. Tim agreed, and then removed the gym bag from his shoulder and handed it to Sam. Sam, here is twenty-five million dollars in cash; Sam’s face went slack as he took the bag. Start the purchasing of vehicles and supplies first thing tomorrow, have the people who do the buying to go all over the city and buy our supplies from many different locations so as not to raise a flag to spying eyes. Purchase whatever you need, and do not worry; you don’t have to give me an accounting for anything. Let Carrie and I know how we can help, we are at your service, and should you need more money, just let me know.

While they were still speaking, Carrie came up and interrupted them with the news of President Conroy’s death. A chill ran up Sam’s spine as he thought, “everything is accelerating so fast now”. Tim said “Well, if that doesn’t underscore the urgency of the situation, then I don’t know what would.

Tim and the elders worked late into the night, putting everything together that they could think of until they were literally about to collapse. Although it seemed almost impossible logistically, they were shooting for a departure of early Thursday morning. Tim thought to himself, it will take an act of God to make that deadline, but he had no doubt that they would, everything else up to this point had been facilitated by God, Tim had no reason to think God would abandon them now.

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Ben-Asher stood at the Wailing Wall alone with his thoughts, it was past ten in the evening, and the crowds had dwindled from the daytime until there was just a handful of people watching him. As the rabbi faced the wall and awaited his next prophetic moment, he heard the click of heels on pavement getting louder as someone approached him from behind. Suddenly he knew who it was approaching him although he had never seen the man before, and he knew his next prophecy was at hand. He turned to face the tall man, who was impeccably dressed in an incredible Italian cut suit, and was wearing dark glasses despite the fact that it was nighttime. The man stopped a few feet from Ben-Asher and was about to speak when the rabbi said, “Take me to the one who has requested my presence”. The man said “this way”, and turned on his heels, leading off toward the avenue. Ben-Asher and his escort rounded the corner and came up the street to a black limo that was waiting for them. The man opened the rear door and held his hand out for the man to get in, so the rabbi complied, climbing into the dark cabin of the car. After the rabbi was seated, a familiar voice greeted him. It was that of Vladimir Petrovski, the supreme leader of the World League of Nations, and the president of Russia. Vlad held out his hand as the rabbi shook it gently.

I know you must be wondering why I have asked to meet with you Ben-Asher. I know you are a prophet, and that you have prophesied the return of Elijah, and I am here to tell you that I am he. I am the one that you have prophesied has returned. Ben-Asher nodded and said, “I know, your highness”. Vlad then explained to the rabbi that he would like him to join his staff as the supreme leaders personal prophet. Ben-Asher wasted no time in accepting the proposal saying, I would be honored your highness.

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Brooke sat at the edge of the sparring circle with the other angels she had come to know so well in recent times. Kennady’s name was called to take a turn on the grass, and then Brooke was selected to spar against her. Kennady stretched out quickly on the grass as Brooke stood and prepared for the match. Although they had become the best of friends, it was pure primal battle in the ring; no favors were asked, no mercies given. The two pretty warrior angels squared off and began to side step in a circle, eyes locked on one another. Kennady struck first as Brooke merely leaned back and Kennady’s sword caught only air. The lithe angel then whirled in a roundhouse assault and was surprised to find Brooke gone as she came back around in her 360 degree attack. She looked around quickly to locate the tall beautiful angel when her legs were knocked out from under her. She had been ambushed from behind she thought as she landed on the grass in a heap. Before she could bound back up in her customary fashion, she felt Brooke’s foot on her throat and she turned her face to look up, only to be greeted by Brooke’s gleaming sword. Brooke was smiling wickedly at the other end of the sword and she chuckled and said, “Gocha”.    God Bless-JFT

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The Master of Chaos – XXV

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President Conroy had been awakened from a light sleep and flown out in Marine One along with his wife Mary and daughter Mackenzie. They had boarded Air Force One and taken off in record time; they were still rubbing the sleep out of their eyes when they reached cruising altitude. President Conroy still didn’t know what the threat was until he dressed and appeared in the videoconferencing room on the plane. Secretary of defense Merrill Stroud appeared on the monitor, a grave expression on his face.

Mr. President, I am sorry to inform you that there have been hostile nuclear detonations in the Middle East within the last hour. Conroy’s mouth fell open, and then he said “How bad is it Merrill, give me the straight story”. Stroud said, “It is bad Mr. President, there have been six high yield nuclear blasts in Iran, Tehran seems to be hardest hit because it was the most populous area. Conroy then asked “What happened, Merrill”?

Stroud said “It seems at this point that it was retaliatory, the Iranians launched three high yield nuclear Shahab-3 medium range ballistic missiles at Israel. Israel then countered with Arrow interceptors as a defense shield. The Arrows successfully intercepted all three of the Shahab-3’s before they even reached Israeli airspace. What happened next is still a little fuzzy Mr. President, we are still trying to piece things together, but it appears that sea based ICBM’s were fired from the Gulf of Oman in retaliation, but they were not Israeli. Conroy’s mouth dropped open again in shock, he had fully expected the nuclear explosions to have been retaliatory strikes from Israel, but if not them, then who?

It was the Russians sir, they had a sub in the Gulf, and when it determined that Iran had fired on Israel, it attacked Iran. Russia is currently awaiting Israel’s answer on whether or not they will join the league, I would say Israel will surely join now. Conroy was stunned, he had been hoping he would never see a nuclear strike in his lifetime, much less during his Presidency, and he knew the world would never be the same again.

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Tim and Carrie awoke Sunday morning to the horrible news of what had happened in the Middle East. Tim didn’t know where they were headed yet, but he knew it was north somewhere and he knew they had a long way to go, considering they lived in Phoenix Arizona. As he and Carrie watched ANN, the American News Network, they couldn’t help but feel a sense of urgency to get on the road as quickly as possible. President Conroy was on television condemning the attack by the Russians, and applauding the action of Israel in successfully defending itself from attack without counter-attacking. President Conroy said there were still a lot of unanswered questions about why the Russians had chosen to attack Iran. He condemned the Russian attack, stating that while Iran had attacked Israel, it was the government of Iran that had attacked Israel, not the citizens. It was way too early to estimate loss of life, but estimates were already saying it would be over two million people, because all of the warheads had landed in Iran’s major population centers.

As sad as this all was, Tim knew it would help the elders segue into the difficult talk that they needed to have with the church later this morning. While they were watching, a news anchor broke in on the Presidents press conference to say that there was breaking news. The President of Russia, Vladimir Petrovski would be holding a press conference, and the network would be covering it live. They also promised to cut back to the Presidents address immediately following the Russian President’s press conference. Immediately President Conroy disappeared and a podium at the Kremlin became visible. A few seconds later, Petrovski quickly took the podium and greeted the World League of Nations, and any of the other nations that may be watching.

While Tim and Carrie watched, he told of the events that had occurred, and their response to them. A covert nuclear sub had been on a cruise in the Gulf of Oman when radar had picked up the launch of three medium range ballistic missiles from Iran. The destination of the missiles was quickly determined to be Israel, and the missiles were identified as Shahab-3’s. Recently, on ground intelligence in Iran has reported that Iran had recently fitted advanced nuclear warheads onto ten of the missiles. Our on ground intel. even provided us with photographs of the nuclear armed missiles, and based on the intelligence that we had, we were able to verify that the missiles that Iran launched were Shahab-3’s, and it didn’t take much imagination to realize that they were the nukes.

Upon realization that Israel, and even Palestine were under attack, we had an opportunity to defend Israel, and launch a crippling attack against Iran, and I made the snap decision to do so. Had those missiles reached Israel, the vast majority of the country would have been destroyed. Even though the missile defense was successful, Iran would not have stopped, they would have kept firing everything they had until either they ran out of missiles or they successfully destroyed Israel. The world has been reaching out to this tyrannous regime for decades without results, it is time our world lived in peace.

Yes, sadly there were innocent people killed, and a lot of them, but every war has casualties, every war has collateral damage, and sadly the innocents of Iran had to pay that heavy price because of their countries leadership. I also caution any world leaders that have aspirations of starting new wars or performing terrorist acts against any nations that belong to the league, an attack against one is an attack against all. The time for tyranny is past, peace is the future for the League of Nations, and anyone who would take that away will be dealt with in the same manner as Iran. He paused for a moment and seemed to gather his thoughts, then smiled warmly and said “I would like to welcome our newest nation Israel to the League of Nations, they have kindly requested membership in the League, and they were accepted with open arms. Vladimir then began clapping enthusiastically as the crowd surrounding his podium also began to clap. Tim and Carrie couldn’t believe it, the largest nuclear strike of all time had just occurred and the Russian President was clapping warmly and congratulating Israel for becoming a member of his club. They knew one thing; they needed to get out of here soon.

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President Conroy was beyond angry; he couldn’t even give a press conference in his own country without being interrupted anymore. The networks had cut him off to carry the press conference given by the Russian President, he was taking top billing even in America these days. Conroy leaned back in the plush leather desk chair at his private office at Camp David and let out a heavy sigh. He looked up at Tom, his faithful secret service agent. “Tom, can you give me a few minutes of privacy please”? “The brawny secret service agent said “I don’t think it is a good idea Mr. President, not with the things that have occurred today”. “Tom, please, a little latitude if you will”? Yes sir, Mr. President, Tom said and he stepped out of the door. Lerner Conroy poured himself a stiff drink of bourbon and began to sip it as he looked out the window at nothing in particular.

How are you Lerner, a voice said from behind him? Tom, I said I just wanted some…. he said as he turned around, stopping in mid-sentence when he saw who was speaking to him. Petrovski, how could he have possibly gotten here so fast, who would allow him into the president’s personal office without an announcement? “Mr. President, I am here to close the deal on the U.S. joining the League”. Conroy was aghast, “well Vlad, don’t hold your breath, because it will be a cold day in…… Vlad held his hand up palm out to silence the President. America will join without your help or approval Mr. President, the Russian said coolly. Conroy tried to answer but found he could no longer speak, his voice was gone. Vladimir glided over to Conroy as the American President tried to back up but found he had also lost the ability to move. Vladimir raised his hands and President Conroy began to rise up off of the ground as fear began to flood his heart. He found himself standing on the presidential desk, he tried to scream but no words escaped his lips. He tried to jump off of the desk, but he couldn’t move and he was terrified. Suddenly he felt something around his neck and looked down to find a noose around his neck, the other side tied over the log rafter. He looked at the Russian President, who was now smiling. I extended a warm invitation to you Mr. President, you had every opportunity to join me, yet you chose to snub the League of Nations. You alone have stood in the way of my destiny, so this must be your future. Conroy pleaded with his eyes to the Russian, but the Russian President was cold as he extended his hand toward Conroy. Vlad then said, “by the way, I don’t think I ever told you my middle name did I, you might want to remember it for the afterlife, it’s Sartan”. With that, Vlad yanked his hand back toward himself and Conroy slipped off of the corner of his desk. Vlad stood and watched as the life drained from the once powerful American President, until finally all that was left was a lifeless corpse. Vlad, also called Sartan, then turned and walked through the wall of the rustic cabin.  God Bless-JFT

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The Master of Chaos – XXIV

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Tim and Carrie entered the classroom that their boys usually went to on Sunday mornings for Sunday school and took two chairs that were arranged in a circle. The nine elders of their church greeted them with hellos and handshakes before they sat, and then waited quietly for Tim to begin. Tim cleared his throat nervously and then began to tell them about his dream, or the vision that he had while dreaming. He expected the men to think he was crazy as he laid out the story, but they didn’t, they listened as he unfolded the message the angel had given him. He ended by telling them that the angel had awakened him, and remained in full view so that he would know it was real, and not just a dream. When he was finished, he waited for them to comment. The elders looked from one to another, and then one of them known as Sam Preston spoke first. Tim, we have all had similar visions, the angel you described was the same one that visited each one of us. In our vision, we were told that our country as we know it would dissolve, and that our allegiance is to be to God before country. That a time of great tribulation is at hand, and that one who has the means and the guidance from the Holy Spirit will be coming to see us. We are to gather our families and the families of our flock and to trust the leading of the one who comes to us. We were all told that our flock will not question us but will follow our gentle leading, and the leading of the one who comes to us.

Another of the elders named Nathan Brass spoke next. In my vision, I was told that we will be preparing a place for others in the remnant that will be coming seeking safety during the dark days ahead. And that we are to help you in gathering what we need, which will be a lot. I was instructed that we are not to delay even one day in our preparations, because time is of the essence.

Tim didn’t know what to say, he looked around the room at the other serious faces that stared back at him and nodded. Great then, we are all agreed. While I don’t know exactly where it is that we are going, I do know it is north, and that we will need to prepare ourselves for life in the north. Church meets tomorrow, so you need to talk to the congregation about this and find out who has four wheel drive vehicles, and make a list of the families that don’t. The angel told me that the congregation will follow us, so don’t be afraid when you talk to them. We need to begin buying food, clothing and supplies for our group times four for several years to come, and we need to buy things that will last and not perish, canned goods, dehydrated food, warm clothing and bedding etc.. Whoever doesn’t have a four wheel drive vehicle needn’t worry, we will buy them one, and money is no object. Let’s go home and get a good night’s sleep, because the work begins tomorrow. Sam led them in a closing prayer and they dismissed, knowing their lives would never be the same again.

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Ben-Asher stood before the Wailing Wall again; he seemed to be there during all of his waking hours as of late. Behind the barriers there was an enormous crowd these days, ever since he had announced his vision that Elijah had returned. People were hoping to be there the next time he had a vision, Ben-Asher had become quite popular among the Jews. Without warning he stood and stretched out both of his arms and said; God’s chosen have come under attack, take shelter now. Everyone in the crowd looked at him in question, trying to understand what it was that he was saying. He lowered his eyes and shouted in a voice louder than a normal man could shout, “I said take shelter, now”!

They heard it before they saw it, the deep rumble of several large Arrow missiles being launched at once. The sky became a canvas of white streaks as Arrow missiles sought their unseen targets. The streets of Jerusalem became a scene of chaos as people ran in all directions, seeking shelter from the attack that they knew was coming. Air raid sirens began to blare all around the holy city as more missiles were launched from unseen sites.

A trio of Shahab-3 Iranian medium range ballistic missiles was headed for Israel, two for Jerusalem, one for Tel Aviv. They were all armed with high yield nuclear warheads; the two headed for Jerusalem were enough to level everything and render it un-inhabitable for centuries to come. The supreme leader of Iran Ali Khomeini had personally pushed the button that had launched the attack; it was the beginning of the end of Israel. There was much celebration in the command center as the Iranians danced in the aisles at the thought of the destruction of the Zionist state.

A man that was tracking the missiles across Iraqi airspace called loudly for quiet and the celebrations stopped as everyone looked at the party pooper. He wasn’t smiling but had stress and tension on his face as his hands worked quickly on the keyboard. How can this be, he asked no one in particular? What is it, Khomeini asked impatiently? Sir, according to my radar we have incoming. Khomeini looked annoyed, of course you do, they are sending up their missile interceptors. How did you get this job if you are not smart enough to know that they would try to shoot down the missiles we launched at them? No sir, these are not countermeasure interceptors, these are ICBM’s coming at us, and not from Israel, but from the Gulf of Oman. They were sea launched and we are the target sir. There are two targeting Tehran, one is on a course for Shiraz, two at Tabriz, and one at Isfahan. They are coming in fast sir, our defense missiles are being launched as we speak. The young radar tech’s screen was a beehive of activity, following the outbound nuclear missiles, and the appearance of the Arrow missiles just entering his screen, the inbound ICBM’s and the interceptors that were just now launching. Khomeini lost his composure, “The American’s”; we should have blown their subs out of the water when we had the chance. Sir, the radar tech said, the inbound missiles do not have an American radar signature, they are Russian. Khomeini was stunned as he watched the inbound missiles streak right past the interceptors on the radar screen, their interceptors were not fast enough, they had not stopped them. Fire everything you have now, shoot those missiles down now boy or I will personally remove your head when this is over. More missiles came onto the radar screen in an attempt to take out the inbound ICBM’s, but the missiles kept coming. Sir, there is nothing I can do, our missiles are too late. Then, as they watched, the first of the three medium range ballistic missiles that they had launched at Israel disappeared from the screen along with the Arrow missile that was tracking it, then the second and finally the third. The Iranian Shahab-3 long range missiles had been shot down. Without another word Khomeini turned and ran for the access door to the underground fallout shelter below the command center. Although the command center was underground, it wasn’t deep underground, not deep enough to be safe from a nuclear attack. He never made it to the door; the massive explosion collapsed the concrete roof of the command station in on all of the people inside. Those who were dancing at the thought of Israel’s destruction just minutes before had become the target, and as it turns out, the people of Israel would be dancing in the streets at their survival from such a horrific attack. Iran had been so focused on destroying Israel that they had not even considered the possibility of being attacked from the other side. All of Iran’s major cities were incinerated beneath the shadow of a Russian mushroom cloud.  God Bless-JFT

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The Master of Chaos – XXIII

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President Lerner Conroy was a ball of nerves on the inside, but he was a cool character on the outside, it was something he had always been able to do, acting calm under pressure. He had lost his voter base in the wake of the tsunami debacle by not following his own gut instinct and declaring emergencies on the less affected states above Florida. The Russians were the heroes by coming to the rescue and he had been labeled as a lame president, something he knew inside he wasn’t. Now those same voters that had placed him in office were calling for him to accept membership in the World League, they saw that as an end to all of their problems. Vlad had made the rounds to many of the 198 countries in the world, and right now he was running about 75% acceptance. The world was being flooded with his “world dollar”, backed by Russia; so far their countries were flourishing. Russia had mandated a high minimum wage in the member countries, effectively ending the class differences and raising the standard of living for everyone. Now his own American voters were protesting outside the White House, demanding our leaders swear allegiance to Vlad and the League. Not on my watch, he thought, not on my watch.

Vlad was shown into the Oval Office and President Conroy greeted the Russian president warmly for the press photo op, but inside he wanted to wash his hands after the handshake. This man was here to take control of his country, and he wasn’t about to let it happen. After the greeting and coffee was served, the two leaders were alone in the room except one secret service agent each, and Vlad wasted no time. President Conroy, you know why I am here. The reason I have waited as long as I have to offer membership in the World League to you is because I knew America would be the most hesitant to join. I wanted to allow the other countries in the league to prosper so that you would see how good membership would be by their example.

Conroy raised his hand and said, “Pardon me President Petrovski, but I want to save both of us a little time. America is a sovereign nation, built on sovereign principles and will never swear allegiance to a foreign power. You are wasting your time here sir, we will not be a part of your league”.

Vlad sighed heavily and said “Yes, I know you won’t. You are a proud country, and you have always been a proud country, but are you sure you represent your citizens here today? As my motorcade drove through the city, there were thousands of protesters outside the gates of this White House holding signs imploring you to join me. It seems to me and to the other members of the League that America is ready for a change. Join me and you will reinstate confidence in your voter base, and I will insure your re-election next year”.

Conroy balked, “You will insure my re-election? This is America, only the people will decide who gets elected, not you. I hope to be re-elected, but if the people choose someone else, then that is their right, that is democracy at its best. This meeting is over” Conroy said hotly and stood, holding his open palm towards the door, a sign that he wanted Vlad to leave. Vlad stood and smiled confidently, thanking President Conroy for his time and extending his hand to shake. Conroy just let Vlad’s hand hang in midair, refusing the handshake. Unflappable, Vlad smiled and walked calmly out the door without another word, and then he was gone, leaving Conroy alone in the Oval Office.

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Tim slept next to Carrie, and as he slept he began to dream. He was in that state where he was asleep, yet was aware of his surroundings, a shallow sleep he referred to as “the twilight zone”, a place where he was able to dream yet was aware of himself. He was approached by someone he knew instantly as Gabriel, although the angel introduced himself as “An angel of the Lord”. Gabriel then began to speak, “Tim, I come bringing a message for you from the Alpha and the Omega. You are to know that you will be a leader of His remnant. You are to tell the leaders in your church of this vision and the words I say to you, and they will know that these instructions have come from the Lord your God. Use your resources and stock up with supplies of food and sustenance, and with weapons to defend yourselves against the enemies of God, who will soon rule the world for a time. Travel north; using the Spirit as your guide, and go to the place you are led to, a place that He has set aside for you to endure the great tribulations that are coming. Be true to your God and He will never leave you. Do not doubt this vision and do not delay in obeying what you have been told, for time is short and you have been chosen. A time of great persecution is coming for the children of God, and there will be many martyrs in the coming months and years, but you and your remnant will be given safe passage, and you will escape persecution by the evil one. Now awaken so that you know this was not just a dream”. Tim awoke instantly and opened his eyes. The room was aglow and a giant figure dressed in shining armor stood at the end of the bed, with a gleaming sword in his hand. “Now you have seen me while you are awake Tim, and you know this was not a dream, do as your God has commanded you through me; go and lead”. The big angel then disappeared as Tim gasped at what he had just seen; he then looked to Carrie, still sleeping at his side. He jumped out of bed and stood panting heavily at the vision he had just witnessed, waking Carrie up. “What’s wrong Tim”, she asked? He looked down at her and didn’t know what to say, how could he explain this, so he just looked back at her and stared as she climbed out of bed.

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All of the angels in Heaven surrounded the throne of the Alpha and the Omega, singing praises to Him. The four living creatures surrounded the throne on all sides, and around the throne were the twenty-four elders of Heaven, seated on their thrones. As the four living creatures said constantly “Holy, holy, holy is the Lord God Almighty, who was, and is, and is to come.”  As the four living creatures gave glory, honor and thanks to Him seated on the throne, the twenty four elders would fall down before Him and lay their crowns down before him saying “You are worthy, our Lord and God, to receive glory and honor and power, for you created all things, and by your will they were created and have their being.” Lauren Brooke, Ivy, Kennady, Michael and Gabriel fell down in worship too as the Lamb broke the 2^nd seal, and one of the living creatures said “Come”, Then another horse came out, a fiery red one. Its rider was given power to take peace from the earth and to make people kill each other. To him was given a large sword.  God Bless-JFT

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The Master of Chaos – XXII

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Josh Simpson nursed an unsweetened iced tea across from Samantha in the burger joint he had taken her to for dinner. Sam had actually found him to be fairly unflappable as a trader, taking the losses better than most. He was not what she had expected when she first met him. He had turned out to be quite the gentleman, controlled and disciplined. When they had first begun to see one another, she turned on the charm and had tried to seduce him, but he had not responded as she had hoped, instead kissing her on the forehead and saying goodnight. After several attempts at seducing him, she had discovered that he was a follower of the enemy, a “devoted” one and was not going to be an easy trophy on her shelf. Even though she was a warrior for the other side, she felt a spark of something she had never felt before, admiration. She knew it must be a side effect of living in this human form, as with other feelings she had encountered since the beginning of her mission. She had felt guilt, happiness, euphoria, longing and another feeling that she couldn’t yet describe that caused an ache in the middle of her chest, and it only came when she thought of Josh. She didn’t understand them, but no matter, she had a job to do and she would stick it out until the end, feelings or no feelings he was just a pleasant distraction from the mission. The master had told her that pleasure in excess was one of the biggest tools to be used against mankind, so certainly he wouldn’t mind if she enjoyed a little of it too.

The market was bust; it had been dropping for months now and was at an all time low, at levels not seen since the 80’s. Clients were bailing now in record numbers, doing exactly what they were “not” supposed to do, selling low in an attempt to keep from losing everything. The effects were being felt worldwide as other markets were at all time lows too. The only ones that seemed to be doing great were the Russians, and they were flush with money right now. Josh emptied the last of his iced tea and asked the waitress for a refill. She took his glass and said “coming right up hon, but I am going to have to charge you for the refill, our owner said no more freebies”. He said okay and she headed off to get it, he then smiled at Sam and said “things are getting pretty bad when you can’t get a refill of iced tea for free anymore”. It was true though, the banks had quit loaning money except to the very wealthy, and the unemployment rate was higher than it had been since the 70’s because companies were laying off. Small businesses were closing their doors in record numbers, and foreclosures and homelessness were at never before seen highs, the country was on the edge of complete economic collapse. The waitress set his refilled tea before him and he smiled at Sam and said “oh well, easy come easy go, at least I have good company and the best burger in the Big Apple in front of me, things could be a lot worse”. She chuckled and took a bite from her sandwich thinking “if you only knew”.

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“I do” Tim said staring deeply into the eyes of the woman he had always loved. “Then by the power vested in me, I now pronounce you husband and wife, you may kiss the bride” the pastor said as Tim kissed Carrie passionately in front of the small gathering of friends and family. The divorce had never gone through, they had stopped it in time, but Tim insisted that they be remarried anyway because he knew their lives had changed so much, there had been so many miles since that first wedding, he wanted to do it over.

They had sold the big mansion that contained nothing but bad memories, and moved back into the small house that held so many good ones, but Tim did have the kitchen remodeled for her. Tim had gone through rehab and cleaned himself up from the drinking and the cocaine, and had done everything he could to set his life right again, but this time they grew their marriage around God, and He had blessed it. They had set themselves up with a modest salary from the lotto winnings and just let the interest grow the balance; that is until the first week of the stock market plunge. Tim had decided to pull the money out of the market within a day or two of the initial plummet, and it had proven to be an almost prophetic move. Their initial winnings of 196 million after taxes, and spending a few million on cars and houses had grown substantially in the markets initial gains, and had swelled to 287 million. They would have lost most of it had Tim not removed it from the market when he did. Even though the money had almost ruined them, Tim was walking by the Spirit now, and the Spirit had led him to act as he had, protecting it. Tim had even gone a step further afterwards and removed it from the bank, which turned out to be one of the largest cash withdrawals they had ever done. They then divided the money up into several large sums and stored them in large fireproof safes at different locations, this move too they felt was Spirit led. They had no idea what the money was to be used for, but they knew it was important to protect it, so that is what they did.

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Vladimir Petrovski laid out his plan before the Presidents of China, Greece, Italy, and a host of other small nations in what would be known as the first of the “world summits”. “Russia has remained strong during this time of economic crisis. It has been able to aid its brother nations at a time when the U.S. has not been able to. In fact, we have even been able to aid them at a time when their own infrastructure was not able to provide aid in their time of need. During the past decades, even centuries as other countries have swelled with prosperity, Russia has struggled with its own tyrannical leaders at the helm, using fear and what is tantamount to communist slavery to keep order. But those days are gone now, and our country has flourished in the wake that memory. I come to you now with an olive branch my brothers, an olive branch and a promise of brotherhood unlike any in the history of the world”.

“In the past, the United Nations has been the standard for world cooperation, built on the foundation of policing the nations and preventing tyranny, setting a humanitarian standard and for all nations to live by. As we have all seen, this has not been effective. We still have tyranny, human slavery, genocide’s, persecution and government sponsored terrorism occurring worldwide. Consider if you will Somalia, a country with no effective government. In the absence of leadership, leaders will rise to the surface and take control. Somalia is governed by drug crazed gangs who kill UN troops and take the food we ship there in the hopes of feeding the millions of starving families who cry out for help. Darfur is very near to the same, a land where there is almost no clean water for its people to drink, where most of the children who are born will not live until their first birthday. A country where 50% of its citizens are infected with AIDS, and there are no medications to treat them, and no education to teach them how to stop its spread. The UN has outlived its usefulness brothers, and I have a proposal that will usher in a new era of cooperation among the nations”.

“Ladies and gentlemen, brothers and sisters, heads of state, I propose the formation of a new governing force for the world, one that will reach out and meet the needs of those countries, as well as those in every corner of the earth. I propose the formation of the World League of Nations”. As he spoke a curtain behind him began to part and a huge screen became visible, a slide show then began. Pictures of starving children in Somalia were cued up; their little bloated bellied evoking gasps from the crowd of world leaders. Another slide came up showing families begging for food at the back of a UN food truck manned by well fed rebels in shorts and sunglasses, gold chains around their necks and camouflaged jackets on carrying AK-47 assault rifles. Another slide was cued of the same scene, only the truck was gone and the bullet riddled bodies of the families shown in the earlier slide remained. The next slide showed a massive rocket on a mobile launcher with Arabic writing across the rounded nose, subtitles translated the writing for the guests and read “for the destruction of the Zionist regime, may you rot in hell”. Vlad explained that the photo had been taken two days ago inside Iran’s secret nuclear complex, and that it was ready to fly along with nine others just like it; it was enough to obliterate Israel completely.

The slide show continued for another 30 minutes as Vlad explained the pictures one by one. When it was finished, a slide of the world’s continents came up, and Vlad turned to face the crowd again. Brothers and sisters, I ask you to join me in the formation of the World League of Nations, and let us create a world that is safe for all of us, a world that will be safe for all of our children, and their children as well. I will lead the league, and all of you according to my plan will remain presidents of your own countries. You will have not only the backing of your own countries military should you need it, but also that of all of the nations in the league. Your economy’s strength will no longer be regional as they are now, but we will replace our currency with a “world dollar”, which will be backed by all of the member countries. Together we can end unemployment, poverty, starvation, and homelessness. We can provide clean drinking water to those who do not have the technology to help themselves, and we can end tyrannical rule on a worldwide basis.

A slide of the world dollar appeared on the screen; the picture on the dollar was that of the Chinese president, which was obviously a surprise as he grinned proudly. Vlad continued “each of you will appear on the dollar of your country, although the dollar will be accepted mutually in all of the member countries. I have taken the liberty of printing up all that is needed to begin the process; currency has already been minted to replace the currencies in circulation within your countries. All that is needed are your agreements to join the league and become united in our worldwide goals, and then to pledge loyalty to me as your leader in the league.

By the end of the summit, everyone who had attended pledged their loyalty to the leader, even China. There had been much personal talk with Vlad during the two days following the initial speech; the leaders had questions, most of them revolving around the retention of their own power. In the end though everyone was more afraid of what it would mean to not be in the World League of Nations, and nobody wanted to be on the wrong side of Vlad and his league, they knew they would rather be on the inside than on the outside looking in.   God Bless-JFT

To be Continued–  The Master of Chaos – XXIII

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The Master of Chaos – XXI

A Fiction Series; Begin Here   The Master of Chaos

Vladimir Petrovski sat in his office at the Kremlin, it was late and had been a very long day but he wasn’t tired; he never seemed to tire. The day had begun early at 4am, and here it was 11pm and he had no plans to pack it in any time soon. He looked down at the spreadsheet he had requested from his economic advisors, detailing the poorest countries in the world. Countries like Mexico, Haiti, Somalia, Darfur and so on. Also listed were countries that weren’t typically poor, but had been hard hit by the crashing economy, and also those that were severely affected by the high value of the euro in countries whose economic structure would not support it. This included countries like Greece, Romania, Slovakia, and a host of other small countries whose economies had been destroyed by their leaders decision to join the European Union. They would be the easiest ones to reel in, but the others would follow as well, after all he would be bringing them the greatest commodity of all, hope.

His secretary announced the arrival of the economic advisor in the waiting area and he told her to send him in. The man looked stressed and tired, Vlad knew his entire staff was tired and he needed to send them home soon. Comrade, Vlad said as he stood, walking around the large presidential desk. He embraced the middle-aged man warmly and then accompanied him to the comfortable lounge area arranged beautifully around the massive fireplace with a fire going. Vlad went over and removed an ancient bottle of cognac, it was the same bottle that Ivan used to pour them drinks from, it was for special occasions and it never seemed to run dry. Antonii Lebedev thanked the President and sipped the drink slowly, savoring the warmth as they both settled into large leather couches, specially made for the previous president from the soft leather of Siberian Caribou. One would be hard pressed to find a more comfortable couch.

First Antonii, let me take time to thank you for your hard work and long hours, I could not have done all that I have without you, and you will be rewarded for your loyalty. The Americans have changed their opinion of the evil power seeking Russian regime since the tsunami and the role we are playing in helping them out. They were also not expecting it when I ordered a cash payout of a trillion dollars in disaster aid to the states up the coast that were ignored by their own government, especially when I explained that it was not a loan that would need to be repaid, but a gift from one brother to another. Antonii smiled warmly at the thought, Americans looking fondly on Russians, brotherhood with former enemies, it was worth it even if it was draining the Russian defense budget to never before seen lows.

Vlad then said “Antonii, what I am about to tell you will sound strange, but I need you to just trust me brother. In the morning when you report for work, you will find the defense budget has been restored to the same level it was before we gave money to the Americans. Antonii looked surprised and raised the palms of both hands up, saying, “How can that be Mr. President, have you transferred funds from….”? Vlad held his right hand up and said “Trust Antonii, trust”, he then continued. The defense fund will be as large as it has ever been, and then some. In the morning I would like you to take this list of countries that are teetering on the edge of economic collapse and disburse what they need to turn things around for them. You and your staff will be very busy tomorrow, but I would like for you to accomplish this tomorrow, all of it. I am also going to tell you something else that I need you to trust me on. As you disburse funds tomorrow, the defense fund will continually refill itself, once again Antonii, I ask trust in the matter. Also, you are to tell no one about this, only the Vice President, you and me are aware of this. Antonii nodded and said okay quietly. Vlad stood once more, a sign that the meeting was over. As Antonii stood, the Russian President embraced him once more, and told him to go home and get a good nights sleep, for they had a big day tomorrow. Antonii nodded and thanked him again as Vlad walked him to the door.

Returning to his desk again, he looked at a meeting agenda outline for tomorrow that he had typed up and sent to the leaders of both Israel and the Palestinians. He looked at his watch and mentally gauged the time before his flight would leave in the morning. He called his secretary on the intercom and asked her to come in. The attractive woman in her mid fifties was always impeccably dressed, it didn’t matter the hour of day or how long Vlad held her over at work, she still managed to always look fresh. Her name was Helga, and Vlad knew she was tired. Helga, I am going to be wrapping things up in the next few minutes, I have a 6am flight to catch in the morning, so it will be another short night and a long day tomorrow. I want you to go home now, and take the next two days off, with pay of course. Sleep in and relax, maybe you and your husband can take your grandkids to the zoo, but whatever you do I want you to relax. I will be in Jerusalem for the next couple of days and I plan to stay the weekend too. Take advantage of this time to rest up, because next week will be busy. Helga smiled and said “Thank you Mr. President”. Vlad smiled and said “that is all”, and she smiled again and said, “Travel safe Mr. President, and good luck in your negotiations sir”. She then left the room, and Vlad went right back to work, he would not be going home tonight, he would be working straight through.

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President Lerner Conroy was upset, that Russkie President “who hadn’t even been elected to run the country” was really doing a lot of PR lately, and it was making Conroy look bad in his own country. First the ships, which even though he hated to admit it, had saved a lot of lives in Florida with their search and rescue choppers and hospital ships, humanitarian aid and such. What burned his hide was that he had sated the states who were crying out for money, this was America doggone it, we are the ones who provide aid, we don’t take it. He had given those states a huge amount of money, more than the US was even able to provide, and it had really hurt his presidency. The same Americans who had elected him were now calling him a “do nothing” president, he knew he shouldn’t have listened to Jack Norton. The tsunami had left a worse taste in their mouth than Katrina did back in 2005, his re-election would definitely not be “in the bag”. He didn’t really know what the Russian was up to, he just knew he didn’t trust the guy.

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Vladimir shook the hands of Israeli Prime Minister Abram Zahavi and Palestinian President Fatih Massri, two men who typically hated to be in the same room with one another. They were in a secure room of the David Citadel hotel in Jerusalem for peace talks, which had previously always been hosted by the Americans, and had never worked. The three men sat down and Vlad opened a folder with notes and diagrams inside, they would be approaching peace from a different angle today, and Vlad knew it would work this time. Four hours later, the doors to the meeting room were opened and the three men stood in the doorway laughing and smiling. After the laughing subsided, Massri approached Zahavi with tears in his eyes and the two embraced. Massri then said “This day is momentous, not only has our country finally achieved statehood, I have gained a brother”. The Israeli prime minister’s eyes watered too, and he said “I never thought I would see this day in my lifetime, praise be to God”. Massri echoed the sentiment, “praise be to Allah”, and they sealed their sentiment with a handshake. Peace was coming to the Middle East.

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The elderly Hasidic Jew had been praying at the Wailing Wall in Jerusalem for hours now. He was well known and respected by those in the Jewish community as a wise and learned rabbi. Now he turned and faced all those who stood watching and raised his hands skyward. Speaking just below a shout, he proclaimed “I have seen a vision, the prophet Elijah has returned. Watch for him and he will be apparent, the prophecies foretold in the Torah will now be fulfilled”. He then lowered his hands and turned back toward the wall as if nothing had happened, while everyone around him stared at him with rapt attention.  God Bless-JFT

To be Continued–  The Master of Chaos – XXII

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The Master of Chaos – XX

A Fiction Series; Begin Here   The Master of Chaos

President Conroy was stunned when the news got to him, the wave had impacted Florida severely, but it was also making landfall up the east coast too. The damage was much less the farther north you went, but it was still bad, each state was calling for the President to declare an emergency so funds could be released to them for search and rescue, emergency shelters, and sanitary storage of the dead. John Klawson the director of FEMA told him that Florida needed the most help, and that the other states would do better to wait and make do the best they could. There were only so many funds and only so much help. He made the decision to declare Florida a disaster area and release funds to them first. It had already been 24 hours since the waves and he had not yet heard from or spoken to the Governor yet. Speculation was being made that he had been lost in the wave, but no one knew for sure.

Conroy’s national security advisor Jack Norton entered the room and told the President that he needed to speak with him. What is it Jack, the President questioned, clearly annoyed at being interrupted? The Russians are requesting permission to aid in search and rescue, humanitarian aid, and medical help. They have several hospital ships and several stocked up and staffed aircraft carriers within 12 hours of the coast. Conroy looked at Norton like the man had just kicked him, the Russians, really? Norton said, “Yes Mr. President, even if we marshal all the funds and aid we need, there is only one road in and out that is usable now, hundreds of miles of road have been washed away. Our closest aid ships are 36-48 hours out, we either face letting them help, or letting this become another Katrina, but on a much larger scale”. Conroy placed his face in his hands, he was so tired, “okay, let them come and help, it will be good PR down the road, and you are right. Even if I don’t trust them, we really need them now, get President Petrovski on the phone for me.

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Samantha Turner walked boldly into the NYSE, it was going to be a good day, the beginning of a momentous time, and nobody knew it but her. It was a Monday, and many of the traders were nervous because of the disaster that had occurred on the southeast coast, not knowing how it would play in the market. When the bell rang and trading began, Sam took the numbers up with triple digit gains and everyone relaxed. They surmised that the cozy relationship we seemed to be enjoying with the Russians had buoyed the stocks despite the tragedy; the markets were obviously not too troubled by the wave. As everyone on the floor began to loosen their ties and refill their coffees, Sam put the market into a nosedive. The triple digit gains from the early morning were lost within minutes as the market dove like a kamikaze on a mission. The brokers on the floor looked at the boards slack jawed as their phones began to ring, and the numbers passed the starting point and began to go into the red. They still weren’t worried because the market had a history of volatility, especially when major world events occurred. These men and women had ice water running through their veins, they were thick-skinned traders, so they reminded their clients that they needed to stay their courses rather than sell and run. If everyone sold every time there was a blip in the market, the markets would fluctuate by the thousands of points rather than the double and sometimes triple digits. When Sam walked out that day, the market had dropped 269 points, not counting the hundred points of false gain she had thrown in to catch everyone off guard.

The following morning, as the bell rang all of the traders were mildly tense, they had been here before many times and they knew it was premature to cry wolf. Even if they faced a week or two of losses it didn’t mean the sky was falling. Sam drove the market up 160 points after the bell had sounded, and once again people seemed to relax a bit. She held the gains high for most of the day and then in the last hour of trading, she put it into a dive again, only this one was much steeper than Mondays. When the final bell had sounded, the markets had lost 322 points not counting gains. The other traders were baffled, even though our country had suffered a horrible disaster; there was no reason the markets should have lost that much. There was much talk of hitting the local watering holes for a few stiff belts after work; they planned on drinking their troubles away this evening. Josh greeted her and sheepishly asked if she would like to go get dinner and have a drink with him? He had stress on his face too, but his geeky smile and shy manner did soften her heart a bit, she couldn’t help it, she thought he was charming. She smiled and told him that she would love to have dinner with him; she just needed to hit the ladies room and freshen up a bit first. As she touched up her make-up and freshened her lipstick, she looked in the mirror and actually envied the humans a bit; they had it good most of the time. She knew her master would not approve of her seeing the young man, but if he asked she would say it had been necessary to maintain her cover. What could he say, she exceeded expectations in all areas, was she not worthy of a little latitude here and there? She walked out and Josh was waiting for her, smiling. She smiled back and they left the building and headed up the street to a steak house he had told her about. As they walked she felt his hand brush hers, and then he took her hand in his, and she let him. She looked up at him and smiled, as did he to her, and in her mind she was thinking, “Oh boy, we have just entered uncharted territory”, but the truth was, she liked it.

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The Russian helicopters from the carriers were rescuing people all up and down Florida on both coasts and taking them to hospital ships or the carriers themselves where food, water and shelter awaited them. The Americans were surprised to find that all of the Russians were multi-lingual, and spoke very good English. There were a few U.S. military choppers searching, but the Russians were clearly far better equipped and doing the lions share of the work. The American choppers would fuel up on the Russian carriers as well, the US military support and structure had not really arrived yet, but they were in route. The one intact highway was impassable; those with working cars were headed north to get out and were using both sides of the road. Getting support over land was not possible unless they shut the road down to the public and took control of it. It was a nightmare, everyone was extremely grateful for the Russians and the help they had rendered. Georgia through North Carolina were also heavily hit and damaged, and the governors were already crying foul because Conroy still had not declared a state of emergency yet, and they had yet to receive help or funds. Conroy waited until the Wednesday after the quake which had occurred on Saturday to make the declarations, following the advice of Jack Norton, the President’s national security advisor. Conroy was now kicking himself, because he had allowed that moron to sway his thinking and his gut instinct, and Norton wouldn’t have to answer for squat, it was all on him and he knew it.

Marine One flew over Daytona Beach, a community he had been to just last summer with his family for a long weekend holiday. The track that was once home of the Daytona 500 was gone, not even a foundation of anything was left, the only reason Conroy even knew this is where the track was is because the GPS on board Marine One said so. He poked out the window and saw a media helicopter holding stationary with a cameraman hanging out the door with a harness on, filming something below. He told his pilot to circle around, he wanted to see what they were filming, the pilots and secret service both voiced opposition to the idea but the President insisted. The big chopper circled around and stopped off the port side of the other helo and Conroy opened the window and stuck his head out of the chopper to look down. There was a swimming pool below in what looked like it had once been a subdivision. It was a large pool, and there were three alligators that had taken up residence, and they were fighting one another over the remains of body, tearing it to shreds as first one, then another would claim what was left. Conroy was sickened by the sight, and then he looked up and saw the news chopper still filming, and his blood boiled. He ordered the pilot to radio the media chopper and demand they cease filming immediately, the pilot reluctantly followed the order. The news crew told them to get lost, they had freedom of the press and they would film what they wanted. The President then told the pilot to issue an order from the “President” to cease and desist now, the pilot in the news chopper relayed a message that it didn’t matter who it was from, freedom of the press was a right that even the President couldn’t trump. Conroy felt helpless as Marine One turned and headed back to base, he then classified the entire area a “no fly zone” to all but search and rescue and humanitarian aid, and gave the order for it to be enforced by fighter jets. He then told his communications officer to order a jet here first, and that if the media chopper still refuses to leave, they were to be shot down. The communications officer swallowed hard and said, “Yes Mr. President”.  God Bless-JFT

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The Master of Chaos – XIX

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Demi stood next to Vlad, having just walked the heavily armed area of tension between the North and South Korea’s known as the 38^th parallel. The heads of state for the G-8 were all present, President Conroy as always trying to steal the show, but that would not happen today. Vlad smiled graciously to the American President and shook his hand warmly in both of his, a gesture of sincere kindness that the photojournalists were sure to pick up. Vlad asked about the Conroy children and the First Lady, he knew she was recovering from the flu. Lerner Conroy responded warmly, but Vlad knew the man didn’t trust him, and he didn’t care, he wasn’t trying to impress the American president in the least, only trying to be kind and gracious for the sake of the media.

An entourage of black SUV’s with an enormous Mercedes arrived at the heavily secured location and braked to a stop. Three tall lean impeccably dressed men ran from the rear, two of them carrying what appeared to be a roll of red carpet. They laid the roll down in front of the rear door of the limo and began to roll it out perfectly as the third man cleared anyone from its path. When it was rolled out and straightened only then did the third man open the door and step to the side as the young dictator stepped out of the car. He walked to the group of world leaders and looked from one to the other with no expression, not removing his black Oakley’s and not speaking. Finally, He stepped toward Vlad and removed his glasses, and only then did it become apparent that his eyes were full of tears. He extended his hand and shook that of Vlad and Demi, and then accompanied them over to the table where the paperwork awaited. He signed all of it, as did the other heads of state, it was a full and unconditional surrender to the South Korean government, he was surrendering his reign. All of the nuclear weapons they had developed were currently being turned over to the IAEA, the international nuclear watchdog group. The era of the North and South was over, the Koreas would become one again, and he would be allowed to live in exile on Aruba for the rest of his life, like a king of course.

As soon as the papers were signed, the young dictator turned and headed back to his car, as his men rolled the carpet back up and stowed it in the rear SUV. The entourage drove off toward the airport and the dictator’s private jet, which of course he would be allowed to keep as the North Korean soldiers surrendered their arms. The gates at the 38^th parallel were opened and semi after semi began to roll in, loaded to the roof with food from Russia and China for the starving North Korean people. It was a momentous day for all, many had wondered if they would ever see this day in their lifetime.

Vlad and Demi began to walk towards the pathway back to the south again, surrounded by their security detail. Vlad spoke in low tones to Demi as they walked and gave him instructions concerning the Russian Navy. “Demi, I want you to discretely move the Atlantic fleet south within the next couple of weeks, I would like a large contingent in southern waters soon. Have them stocked fully for humanitarian aid, food, water, medical supplies, and make sure all of the ships are staffed fully with medical personnel”. Demi nodded without speaking  as they walked. “Have three, no four carriers in the Gulf of Mexico, with a contingent of hospital ships, and also have two on the Atlantic side of Florida too, but west of the Bahamas. Have the ships on the Gulf side within 500 miles of Florida, up and down the coast, have them stock up in Cuba while they are there. Conroy will ask what’s going on, he will be nervous, so ask him if we can dock in Florida with one of the carriers for a few days so that the men can have liberty in America, disarm him with assurances that we are allies, that they have nothing to fear from us, he will relax eventually”. Demi nodded, and then said “will that be all Mr. President”? Vlad smiled, yes my brother, yes.

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Tim had confessed his belief that Jesus was the Son of God, he had repented and asked God to forgive him for all of his sins, he just wanted to be white as snow. Tim had wanted to be baptized though as an outward expression of his inward faith, and so here he stood in the water, almost chest deep getting ready to go under. He had left a message on Carrie’s mom’s voicemail telling her that he would be doing this today, and hoping that she and the kids would come, but he didn’t see them, and he didn’t blame her anyways, he deserved it. But today wasn’t about them, it was about God and Tim, and Jesus Christ. As the pastor spoke and asked Tim again for his confession, and then explained a little bit about baptism, Tim could feel the excitement building. Finally, the pastor placed his hand over Tim’s nose and put him under. Tim had his eyes open when he went down, and as he came up he felt like he was a hundred pounds lighter, he felt as though he had been wearing filthy clothes when he went down, and he had risen in a robe as white as snow. He shouted “yeah” and pumped his arm into the air as people laughed and clapped, and it was then that Tim saw them. Carrie was standing and clapping with the crowd as were the kids, and she was crying, tears were streaming down her face, tears of joy. His heart was happy, this was the best day he had ever had in his life.

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There was a deep rumbling in the earth, the plates were shifting again below the Atlantic, this time it was happening approximately 400 miles east of the Cape Verde Islands at a depth of 23 miles. The earthquake was tremendous, 9.1 on the Richter scale and although the Islands escaped most of the earthquake damage, they would not escape the Tsunami that followed, they were too close. The quake occurred at 2:23 AM and almost nobody even heard the sirens warning of the oncoming wave. It would be months before they even knew a ball park figure on how many people were killed and injured by the wave.

The wave headed west too, gaining in speed and height as it went. It traveled the full length of the Atlantic Ocean and hit the east coast of Florida like a runaway train. Since most of Florida is just a few feet above sea level, it didn’t take much to flood the peninsula state almost entirely.

First to be devastated were the series of Bahamas Islands, the barrier islands offshore of the main island. They were nothing more than atolls made of coral anyway, atolls that had been turned into vacation destinations, but the wave returned them to reefs again, uninhabited again and once again below the water level. The big island in the Bahamas was hit hard, but it provided shelter for the Russian ships on the lee side. When the wave hit Florida, Daytona Beach was the epicenter, but it didn’t much matter, most everything north and south was hit almost equally as hard. The wave came miles inland, wiping out resorts, hotels, homes, cars, busses, people; pretty much everything. Rivers breached their banks and levee’s as the wave traveled inland, taking the path of least resistance, canals, even lakes were flooded with saltwater. Infrastructure was destroyed, roads and freeways were washed away almost all the way across the peninsula, loss of life was tremendous. As the wave began to recede, the second wave hit and it started all over again, there would be four more, each one slightly less potent than the one before, yet causing massive destruction to the sunshine state. Northern Florida’s devastation had been so complete that the peninsula had been narrowed at the top so that there was only one small highway that remained intact linking it with the rest of the country. Before President Conroy had even been fully briefed, Vlad had the Russian Navy steaming full speed to render aid.   God Bless-JFT

To be Continued–  The Master of Chaos – XX

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The Master of Chaos – XVIII

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Since President Popov’s death, and Vlad’s subsequent assumption of the presidency, there had not been a day of rest. First, there was the peace brokering between Georgia and South Ossetia, which had continued as scheduled, only delayed by a national week of mourning. Vlad had rallied support this time behind the UN resolutions against North Korea, Iran, and even against Cuba and Venezuela, countries that Russia had always supported. There had been a Tsunami in Indonesia a month after Ivan’s death, and Vlad had sent the Russian Navy immediately to provide humanitarian aid, and that was just the beginning. A massive earthquake in Greece had caused tremendous loss of life and trillions of dollars in damage, Vlad sent every top search and rescue team Russia had free of charge, not to mention mobile hospitals and doctors to treat those who were suffering. Russia loaded plane after plane with nicely made coffins and had them arriving on scene within 36 hours so that those who had lost family could bury them with dignity, once again at no charge. Food and water were flown in nonstop too, taking care of the suffering Grecians, humanitarian aid of this scope was unprecedented, even the Americans stood slack jawed at the generosity of the Russians. Vlad just gave and gave and asked nothing in return, and he always shied away from the camera every chance he got, he did not like publicity.

Dimitri Reshenko had replaced Vlad as VP of Russia, and he worked tirelessly behind the scenes to support all of the agenda’s that Vlad pushed, he was quite the worker bee. Dimi had ordered the Russian Coast Guard to put an end to the pirate problem on the coast of Somalia in the Gulf of Oman. The CG had made short work of ferreting out the pirates and dealing with them mercilessly. Real time satellite technology was used in conjunction with ground Intel to perform a “search and destroy” type of campaign. In just a matter of months the waters were safe once again, the pirates resting on the ocean floor, with the fishes.

Vlad knew the Americans and China had issues, and that he needed to bring them together. He arranged a series of meetings between the countries designed to lower defenses and get everybody working together, ironically another of Ivan’s dreams. Vlad seemed to have the Midas touch, everything he touched turned to gold. By the third meeting the two countries had dropped all of their defenses and were working together on issues that they had traditionally been divided on. China actually agreed that North Korea was a danger in the region and that something needed to be done, they agreed to give up their “ally” position with the small reclusive country. People far and wide were commenting about what a perfect leader Vlad had turned out to be, he was uniting countries that had been mortal enemies. It almost seemed too good to be true.

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Samantha looked at the date on her Rolex; it had all begun exactly one year ago today. She had walked into this room and taken control of the economies of the world, and no one had a clue. The DOW had grown by nearly 5000 points since she had begun lifting the numbers with a mere raise of the eyebrow, and the US had responded much better than expected. Families were throwing money around a lot more than they used too, the economy was booming once again. Wages were higher, companies were giving bonuses to their employees again, and it was trickling down through the whole economy. President Conroy of course was taking credit for it all, but he couldn’t have been less responsible if he had tried. It was her, all her.

The country had become considerably more comfortable, middle class folks were beginning to buy season tickets to sporting events again, buy timeshares and vacation homes and such. Less attention was paid to serving God, although people were always eager to thank Him for the blessing of their good fortune. People began to reason as they always do that to serve God, you don’t need to go to church all of the time; your relationship with Him is personal. Therefore, He certainly won’t mind if you miss the assembly for a football game, after all, it is your favorite team. Or possibly that He would not mind if they missed church here and there to spend the weekends at the beach now that they finally had a little extra money, God wants them to be happy right? Sam was so happy, she knew this was more than her master had ever hoped or dreamed, she had exceeded all expectations, and it was just about time for step two of the grand plan. She smiled at the thought and was interrupted by one of her co-workers who was watching her.

He had noticed her smiling to herself and couldn’t help but ask what the motivation was. He had been pestering her to go get a drink since he had started here nine months ago, and she had declined his advances each time, citing her personal rule of not dating co-workers. She turned towards him and smiled again, then decided to surprise the cute young man, who she had always thought of as geeky. “I am smiling because I have just decided to break one of my own rules Josh, would you like to have a drink and dinner with me after work”? His face went slack with shock and he just stood there for a second, and then stammered, “uh, yeah”!

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Tim stood on the doorstep to the small house Carrie and he once had shared after pushing the doorbell button. He pushed it again and then realized it was not working now, so he knocked loudly on the door, and a young woman with frazzled hair and a diaper clad baby on her hip. Yes, she said with a questioning look on her face? Hi, Tim said, my wife and I owned this house, and sold it a while back, I assume you were the buyer? Yes, the woman said, my mom and me bought it, we like it a lot. Is there a problem? No, Tim said, I was just wondering if you would be interested in selling it back to me?

The woman began to close the door some and said quickly “No, this is our home now, this is where we live. We didn’t buy this place as an investment, but because we needed a place to live, it isn’t for sale”. She then began to close the door, and Tim said, “Wait, please”. Something in his voice caused her to wait and listen. He then told her his story, his and Carrie’s. Her mouth gaped when he told her how much they had won, and then the sad story about their life, how he had lost her. He told her that he thought is he went back to where it all started that he though maybe they could start over, and that is why he was here. He then offered her four times what she paid for the house and discovered that in fact the house “was” for sale. By the end of the day they had both inked a sale contract, Tim had bought his old house back.

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He sat on a bench, reading the Wall Street Journal in Central Park. Russia had really turned things around, Sam was pulling strings far better than expected, as well as everyone else in the field, he was happy. Lucifer had never dreamed the conquest to conquer earth would have begun so well, he smiled and threw bread to the pigeons.  God Bless-JFT

To be Continued–  The Master of Chaos – XIX

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The Master of Chaos – XVII

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Ivan worked 20-hour days in the first six months of his presidency. A career politician who had never taken a wife, he lived for the job. He was curiously one of the good guys though, devoted to giving a better life to all Russians (his brothers) before he died. Vladimir worked from his office tirelessly also, seeming never to get burned out, and yet still having time to devote to his beautiful wife Sasha and twin boys, Damien and Drago.

Ivan looked at his watch, it was half past ten in the evening, Friday night and he knew it was time to pack it in. He rang a secure line to Vladimir’s office and Vlad picked it up on the first ring, Das? Ivan asked Vlad to come by his office if he had a few moments, and Vlad gladly complied, stating that he was just finishing things up for the night and was about ready to head for home. Five minutes later the president’s security detail announced Vlad’s arrival and Ivan told them to allow him in. Vlad entered followed by two of the president’s secret service detail, and Ivan held his hand up and asked them to wait outside. They both looked slightly nonplussed, but curtly nodded and then complied, closing the door behind them.

Ivan shook Vlad’s hand vigorously, smiling broadly as he pulled the man into an embrace. We have reason to celebrate, my comrade, I have just received commitments of peace between Georgia and South Ossetia. South Ossetia’s governor has agreed to the terms of a peace agreement with Georgia, and has agreed to come under their rule while maintaining their own statehood, I will be meeting with them on Monday for the signing, I wanted you to be the first to know. Vlad was ecstatic, Ivan’s agenda’s had always been his agenda too, he could not have been happier with the news. Ivan walked over to the cabinet and withdrew that same old bottle of cognac that they had toasted their decision to unite. He poured them both a glass and they retired to the comfortable leather couch before the huge fireplace in Ivan’s office to sip the warm liquid and savor the victory.

Ivan began with loosening his tie, looking slightly uncomfortable and then he asked Vlad if it seemed hot in the room to him, Vlad just shook his head. Ivan then said he didn’t feel well and he struggled to remove his suit jacket, while Vlad continued to sip his drink calmly. Ivan struggled to get off of the couch, spilling his drink on the floor, which caused Vlad to frown; the rug would definitely have to be replaced. Ivan hit the floor hard as Vlad shot down the last of his drink and stood, watching Ivan flopping on the floor like a fish removed from water. Vlad worked his face into a panic and called the secret service loudly as the doors flew open in a panic, men rushing inside with their guns drawn. He explained that the President had fallen ill suddenly as they began practicing EMS on him, trying to make him comfortable. Vlad stood back with a look of horror on his face as paramedics rushed in with the Kremlin’s own doctor and began to assess the President. Vlad was the only one in the room who knew what had happened to the President, and that is why he didn’t worry about them saving him. For he knew that the President had just popped a major artery in his brain, he would be dead of the aneurysm when the ambulance arrived.

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Tim thought he was a cowboy of sorts; he wore the hat, the jeans and the boots, the only thing that didn’t match his cowboy look was the yellow Ferrari he drove. He sat in the bar and people watched while he nursed a vodka martini, a taste he had acquired by watching others who had money, he drank what they drank. He had learned that there wasn’t much if anything that having a ton of money wouldn’t buy. While he was thinking about it, he got up and went into the men’s room he knew so well, and chose the handicapped stall. He carried a solid gold miniature spoon with his kit now, and he scooped a heaping load out and snorted it up, then went in for a second and a third, rubbing a little of the coke on his gums for effect before he went back to his spot at the bar. The euphoria of the rush was there as he sauntered back out to his stool, the barkeep Linda looking at him out of the corner of her eye as she stood polishing glasses. She gave him a knowing look and slowly began to shake her head back and forth at him as if in pity. Who did she think she was to pity him, he thought, he could buy this place and fire her, she was just a bartender after all. His anger burned as he picked up his martini and shot it down as quickly as he could, the whole while staring her down hotly. Who did she think she was to judge him, he knew that was what she was doing, he had seen it in her eyes. He could destroy her, he thought hotly. He was so mad, but there were tears running down his cheeks, how could that be? How could he be so mad and yet still be crying? He threw some money on the bar and staggered out the door, headed for his car.

He sat behind the wheel of the sports car and watched the police cruiser drive slowly by, the officers scanning the parking lot of he lounge with their eyes. He was sure he had enough money to buy them off too, but you never knew with a cop. He placed a hand on each side of his head and slammed his forehead into the steering wheel, he just wanted to feel something, he had felt numb for a long time now. He didn’t feel like he was even the same guy he used to be anymore, Carrie had left a month ago and moved in with her mom. She said it was a “trial separation”, but he was afraid it was over. He flipped the visor down where there was a picture of her and the kids before the money. He thought about how happy they had been when they had nothing, and about how the money would buy anything he could imagine, except happiness. He got out of the Ferrari and looked down at it with loathing. He leaned back and kicked the driver’s side door with his pointed boots as hard as he could, leaving a nasty dent behind. He kicked again, higher this time and smashed out the driver’s side window, bringing a smile to his face, the first in months. He then lifted his leg and kicked backwards with his boot heel through the low windshield, causing it to shatter but sending him to the ground on his tail. He lay on the ground laughing hysterically at the irony of the situation, so he swung around on his back and kicked hard into the side of the car again, further ruining the body as people leaving the bar looked at him as though he had gone insane. He got up and then walked toward them saying, “Who wants a Ferrari, free of charge”? He tossed the keys to a young man and said, “it’s yours, I will even pay for the repairs, just come by the address on the registration and I will sign the title over to you, no strings”. Then he kept walking down the sidewalk, past a sleeping homeless man leaned up against the outside of a building. As he passed the man he dropped a gold Rolex watch into the mans lap and kept going, he was going to try to get his life back.  God Bless-JFT

To be Continued– The Master of Chaos – XVIII

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