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| Fictional Scenario |
The
following is "A Short Fictional Scenario" from Volume 1
You'll find it on pages 9 thru 16.
This is a fictional account that speculates on how the destruction of
America as the "Mystery Babylon" might take place. |
A Short Fictional Scenario
Based on the Biblical Prophecies
Time: 2355 hours
Location: U.S. Space Command Center/NORAD
Cheyenne Mountain, Colorado
In the "Situation Tracking Room"
The large dark room resembled a movie theater auditorium. There was a short stage in the
front of the room and a large illuminated screen with smaller screens above and below the
main screen. There were no moving pictures, only an electronic computer map of the world
displayed on the big screen. The smaller screens were radarscope returns focused on
different parts of the world and the area of outer space near the Earth. The room had
several computer terminals and desk. Nearly three dozen Air Force personnel manned the
room on the graveyard shift this particular night.
It had been a rather uneventful evening so far. Most nights on the graveyard shifts were
rather uneventful. Once in a while there would be a busy night, usually during the meteor
shower seasons. This night promised to be no different. The officer-in-charge was a
veteran Colonel from the old days of the Cold War. He had also seen action in the Gulf
War. He had seen it all. Nothing was new for him, and nothing surprised him. That is until
2359 hours.
A young Air Force Captain stationed at his computer console was scanning the portion of
outer space where planet Earth’s orbit was heading. His duty was to utilize the deep
sweep radar system to determine what, if any space objects might be headed into the
planetary orbital pathway. At 2358 hours he spotted something. As the sweep came back
around, the computer began pushing numbers and incoming data relevant to the onrushing
object. The young Captain immediately pushed the red button on his console. Instantly the
shrill sound of a siren and the flashing of a red light shattered the quiet room situated
on the top of his console.
"Sir," I have an incoming ‘fastwalker’ at 12 o’clock. Range.
Point one A. U. Speed estimated at more than seven thousand miles per hour," the
Captain announced.
The Colonel looked up and over at the Captain’s station. He turned to his aide, a
Major, and nodded. "Major, transfer screen 22 to the big board and let’s take a
look."
The big screen switched from an Earth map to a radar scope plot, focusing into the
darkness of deep space.
"Major, what do you make of this?" asked the Colonel.
The Major responded, "Colonel, I suppose it’s a meteorite or a meteor?"
"No, Major it just zigzagged, meteors and meteorites don’t do that." The
Colonel’s voice was harsh.
The Major was apologetic in his response, "I missed the last course adjustment sir,
it went by all too fast. I’d say we have a UFO on our hands."
"A true fastwalker?" queried the Colonel.
The Major hesitated for a moment as he looked at the incoming data stream coming in on the
monitor.
"I think so, sir." The Major’s voice did not seem to convey the usual
certainty that was so characteristic of the Major.
"I think you may be right, Major." Now the Colonel turned away, with his
back to the ‘big board’ screen and shook his head, as if in disbelief. The room
atmosphere shifted noticeably. Everyone in the room was now watching the ‘big
board’ screen. The room seemed so silent, except for the hum of computers and the air
conditioning system. After a minute or so, the young Captain who first gave the alarm
looked up from his terminal screen to advise the Colonel on a new development.
"Sir, Colonel sir." The Captain’s voice seemed to show a hint of alarm, but
deep down inside of himself, the Captain was more than alarmed. It just didn’t show
externally in his well-disciplined appearance.
"Yes, Captain." The Colonel responded quickly now, without looking at the
Captain.
"I’m picking up more objects sir. They should show on the ‘big board’
in a few seconds, sir." The Captain’s voice betrayed to others his own fear.
"Thank you, Captain. Transfer your screen mode to ‘live and direct’ on the
‘big board’. I want to watch this without any download delays." The Colonel
now moved directly to the front and center of the big board located on the stage platform.
The new radar screen came into focus and the Colonel stepped up onto the platform, staring
in disbelief at a growing number of objects now blipping onto the display. Everyone in the
room stood transfixed at the ‘big board’ now. The mood in the room grew tense.
This was no ordinary event. One unidentified object had grown to 7, then 14, and at the
moment was 21. And more blips continued to appear. It seemed to be a first wave from an
invading armada, all headed straight for planet Earth.
"Major, I think we have a problem. Get me the General on line. He should be home
tonight. I think he’s gonna want to see this with his own eyes." The
Colonel paused for a moment then turned and stepped back down to a nearby desk and reached
to pick up a phone, turning back to face the big screen. "Holy cow, these objects are
flying in wave formations… one, two, three, four… seven per format and
there’s one, two, three, four, five, six, seven formations… that’s 49
objects on 7 formats, and that’s just the lead element of what appears to be a first
wave of an invasion. People, let’s stay alert and not let our emotions get carried
away in this." The Colonel was speaking to everyone in the room, but he was not sure
if anyone really comprehended his meaning. He wasn’t sure if it even mattered.
It only took a minute to reach the commanding General of the U.S. Space Command Center. In
that space of time the number of unknown objects were growing and now almost doubling
every few seconds. By the time the General answered the phone, the reported number of
objects was measured in hundreds. It didn’t take the General long to reach the
"situation room." As he walked into the room he shook hands with the Colonel.
"Evenin’ Dave." The General’s voice seemed casual; almost nonchalant
compared to the mood that existed in the room.
"Good evening General." The Colonel’s voice didn’t convey the real
level of concern welling up inside himself. He knew all too well the ramifications and
implications of what was developing out in space, but he didn’t want to let on to the
others.
"Cut the crap, Dave. This is no time for pretensions." The General glanced
briefly at the ‘big board’ and then turned back to the Colonel and said,
"Wow, they’re not wasting any time are they? They’ve got the ‘big
board’ lit up like a Christmas tree. Course, I kinda thought it might happen
tonight."
"What do you mean, General?" The Colonel now walked the General up onto the
stage platform as together they stared at the images flickering on the screen.
"Well"… the General paused for a moment looking keenly at the
Colonel’s face. The General paused and deliberated for a moment in his mind, as to
whether he should tell the Colonel something. "Ever since that mass disappearance of
people all over the planet last week… well, I kinda figured they’d be
back."
The Colonel looked puzzled, and the General noticed the Colonel’s confusion.
"Oh, that’s right, you’ve been on a month’s leave. I forgot that this
was your first night back on duty. I take it that you were not briefed before coming on
duty?"
"Briefed? Uhhh, no, no one briefed me on this," replied the Colonel.
The General let out a short sigh, paused for a moment to consider whether or not he should
say all that he knew. "We had a massive ‘fastwalker’ when the disappearance
took place last Sunday afternoon. It was huge. We couldn’t quite get a fix on it, but
one computer estimate put it as large as the moon. Some sort of artificial type of planet
or space station I suppose. It came out from behind the moon, just like these little
puppies are doin’ now. First it was there and then just as quickly it was gone. A
follow-up check and a re-check as well as further system tests showed no computer
malfunctions. We even got a photo of it from the Hubble space telescope, but these objects
we’re seeing now, we’ve seen ‘em before. We’ve even shot down a few of
‘em."
"General, with all due respect, these are not little ones sir. Some of these objects
are several miles in diameter, with what appears to be fighters and bombers coming out
from within these ships." The Colonel didn’t quite understand the general’s
line of reasoning about the size of the objects.
The General continued with his impromptu briefing, ignoring the Colonel’s comment.
The General determined that it was necessary to tell the Colonel everything that he knew.
"Yes sir, Dave, they didn’t bother leaving us a ransom note, they just took some
of our best people…and now they’re comin’ back…to either get the rest
of us, or kill us. Operation Angel’s Haarp briefing papers indicated that all of this
would happen." The General paused briefly then continued as he slowly walked around
the room with his hands clasped behind his back. "They said it would happen,
coincidentally on the forty second day after the Jewish Passover or on Rosh Hoshanah. They
just didn’t know what year it would happen…but this year seemed most likely to
them, but nobody was sure. Really though, nobody was sure or is sure about anything
‘til now."
"General, what does the Jewish Passover or Rosh Hoshanah have to do with it?"
Now the Colonel’s face was showing real confusion.
"Colonel, from what I’m told," the General took another long pause and then
turned and stared directly into the Colonel’s eyes and continued… "There
are some evil forces trying to destroy this planet. The Jewish prophets foretold it. Some
of our people have captured a few of these beings, but most died after capture without
talking. One alien did survive and he talked. He told us what we needed to know. He told
us that this event would come some day. He told us to be prepared and
ready…that’s why Project Haarp was developed. Hell, that’s why the commies
caved in… these guys in the saucers had a long talk with them too, and told ‘em
the facts of life."
The Colonel’s face showed signs of astonishment and disbelief. The General just
ignored it and continued on with this briefing. "You see Dave, it seems that these
little fellows have been around quite a while…and they’re not the only
ones…there’s at least 2 dozen or more species of intelligent life forms and
maybe more traversing our solar system…maybe a hundred different species just in this
one galactic federation alone…and they told us during a summit that we held with
their supreme commander that they invented all our religious leaders and all of our
religions."
Now the Colonel was dumbfounded. He stared down at the floor in disbelief, trying to
comprehend all that he was now hearing. The General continued with his thoughts….
"Jesus…yup, they created him out of a test tube. Same for Moses, and Buddha, and
Mohammed and on and on. They created our religions, our laws and us. Now, some of them
have split into a rebel faction and started a civil war. According to these Federation
ambassadors, they came to warn us about their outlaw rebels, whom they feared would come
to attack planet Earth in order to take hostages and negotiate a peaceful settlement with
the Federation. We humans here on planet Earth have somehow been caught in the middle of
all this…"
The General paused again for a moment. The Colonel looked back up at the General, still in
shock at what he was hearing, but he knew that the General wouldn’t make up such a
story. The General noticed the Colonel’s reactions before continuing with the final
stunning piece of news, which somehow seemed like hope. "Now, from what I’m
told, we can expect these friendly Federation forces to send us their long promised
‘Messiah.’" The general paused momentarily to gauge the impact he was
having. He then continued… "Sort of their Superman type of guy, who has the
power to stop this kidnapping and butchery that’s been going on for several decades
now…like the human abductions and cattle mutilations associated with the flying
saucer stories…yes they were true."
The room grew silent again. Everyone in the room had overheard what the General had told
the Colonel. They too, were stunned at what they had just heard from the General.
"So what do we do now?" asked the Colonel.
"Colonel,"…the General again paused for a long deliberate breath. He then
turned around and looked directly at the ‘big board’ before looking down to a
phone on a nearby desk… "It is time to call the President."
The scene shifts to Brussels, Belgium. There the President of the United States has been
engaged in an emergency meeting with NATO leaders concerning the mass disappearance of
millions of people on the prior Sunday.
The White House Chief of Staff answered the phone and turned it over to the
President… "It’s for you, sir. U.S. Space Command Center in Colorado."
The President takes the phone… "Yes, General. Uh huh. I see." The room grew
silent as the President listened intently to the voice on the other end of the phone line.
"You’re sure it’s an invasion force?… What? You are telling me that
you can’t even count them all? … I see. Thank you, General. Stay in touch with
the Chief, and uhh, standby to reroute a signal to the Operation Haarp Command
Center." The President slowly replaced the phone in its cradle.
The President turned to his advisors. His face turned ashen. It was apparent to everyone
in the room that the President was shaken by the news he’d just been given. The
President somehow mustered up the resolve to convey to his six staffers in the room the
news he had just received.
Gentlemen, the United States is coming under attack from some alien military force from
outer space, just as we had feared. Our only hope for defense is our H.A.A.R.P. project.
If it doesn’t stop them, nothing can. The entire world future rests in our hands, and
right now, mine have gone limp. I don’t know what else to do."
The President’s Chief of Staff spoke up… "Mr. President, let’s turn on
CNN and see what they’re showing." The TV set is turned on and CNN coverage had
just begun with an interruption of regular programming.
"CNN has just learned that UFOs have begun appearing all over the country. In all
major cities and even in the rural areas. Here in Atlanta, incredibly huge saucer type
objects are hovering over the city. It’s all very eerie and reminiscent of the
Hollywood movies about invasion from outer space. We are standing by with our Washington
Bureau, but we are experiencing technical difficulty with our satellite link. Reports are
coming in that, in some cities, the objects have begun to engage in warlike
behavior…with beams of light reportedly destroying buildings in New York City. One
unconfirmed report indicates that the Statue of Liberty has been destroyed."…
"Mr. President, we have the G-10 ambassadors in the next room waiting to meet with
you sir. You are the leader of the ‘free world’ sir; you need to advise them
about this. Hopefully we can unite the whole world to fight this invasion sir. They look
up to you for leadership, guidance and inspiration. Go in there and reassure them."
The President’s Chief of Staff somehow evoked a fire within the President’s
soul. The President’s mood changed to one of determination. He’d go in that next
room, and rally the allies. He’d convince them, that he was the man to lead Earth's
defense. The whole human race needed a leader now, more than ever, and he figured he was
the man for the job. The President rose up out of his chair and strode confidently through
the door into the next room, and on into destiny.
Excerpted from
America, The Babylon: America's Destiny Foretold In Biblical Prophecy
Volume 1
Pages 9-16
Copyright © 1998, 1999, 2000, 2001
and
Copyright © 2002
by R. A. Coombes
Replication of this material is strictly prohibited without prior written permission |
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