THE THIRD PROPHECY: Book 3 of The Second Seraph Trilogy

Chapter 1

The Rapture

The billowing fog of incense overcame me, reminding me of when I was a child attending mass – the mystery of it all encompassed me while the ambiance of the lighted candles soothed my energy and enhanced the beauty of the stained glass windows.

They are magnificent! I thought.

The old wooden pews, statues and the carved pulpit were barely visible through the veil of cloudy smoke – the Darkness observed in my peripheral view brought forth the hallowed Spirit within, in wanting to communicate with Heavenly Spirits… I anticipated a Divine realm about to unfold…

My portal paintings flashed in my mind.

A bell tinkled, distractingly, to see a youthful looking figure appear swirling the silver censer, a liturgical vessel that was responsible for the burning incense – magical and mysterious at the same time, it mesmerized me, until I became distracted by another figure stepping through the fog. Another followed by another and still others, as a choir was on its way to the loft.

A rapturous feeling overwhelmed me and I became meditative whereby I regressed further into the depth of my inner senses, wanting to sense whoever was near… on the alert, I was a clairaudient…

I listened only to the silence within and without.

The deep choral voices of men began to resound, joined by female voices singing in high soprano… all were in harmony, as they with us – in one mindedness of what I cannot say… only blissfulness registered.

I had to pull myself out of the altered reality I was seemingly under, becoming aware the service was nearly at end… I didn’t want to—

I was in attendance at a Compline Mass which is sung in Gregorian chant. It had started at seven-thirty in the evening – and funny enough I didn’t seem to have had any qualms about going out at such a late hour fully knowing that I would be making my way home in the dark of night – unusual for me, to say the least.

As I proceeded to walk to the back of the Church like everybody else about to depart, we were met by the ministers who greeted us shaking our hands in a friendly gesture, which pleasantly surprised me. I stood there wondering if everyone else had experienced the evening as what had happened to me – searching out their seemingly reserved demeanour.

While standing on the steps of the Church, about to leave, I took a deep breath feeling refreshed, renewed. And as I stepped off the steps into the night, I walked, as if on air, towards the bus stop with not a care in the world – I was still enraptured with it all.

•••

At the shop, the next day, I began speaking to Alicia about the evening spent in a billowing fog, oblivious to the world around me, when she surprised me; the conversation turned around by her talking about poltergeist activity – then about missing children, my never welcoming any discussion about this tragedy, nor my wanting to find them.

I was gobsmacked in wanting to remain in the mood of the evening before.

I decided to leave the shop earlier than usual to settle down and review the bills, when I was suddenly captivated by the breeze outside the window – I took a moment to watch how it caressed the trees, listening to the wind flowing through them, as if they were speaking to me, recalling my North American Indian Guide named Many Moons.

Listen to the whispers of the wind! he always said.

Someone’s trying to share, I thought.

Suddenly, I was pulled forward into a vortex of energy, when a menacing shadow appeared – the fear overwhelmed me.

A female child of the age of three came into view.

She is being raped, I thought.

My nerves were on edge wondering what to do…

Is Mommy here? was heard.

It was the child in Spirit.

Such a sweet child, I thought.

I could see a grandmotherly image approaching…

No, Sweetheart, but Nanny is! I replied.

Why is this happening to the child?

I shuddered.

I did the Keys upon her Light then hesitated to do them upon the menacing shadow. I forced myself—

I wanted release from the horridness. The realization that Earth was full of this began to fill my thoughts… my Spirit wanted to soar away.

You’ve seen the Darkness. Now, you are to see the Light in that Darkness, a Spirit voice directed.

Archangel Michael!

Nothing else was then said, disappointingly.

I called Alicia and explained to her what had occurred. And when she asked ‘why’, as I had – I heard the inner voice speak again.

The Law has been fulfilled. A karmic balance is restored, thus the cheek has not been turned.

I tried to see a degree of Divinity in that shadowed Soul who took her innocence… Then to ponder upon the fact: that missing children aren’t missing at all.

•••

A week later, Linden’s family held a baby shower for Alicia. Unfortunately, due to a cold, I couldn’t attend. But when she began to tell me what had occurred, I knew beyond a shadow of a doubt that the Higher Angels were aligning.

Linden’s cousin had a baby, Lori. Can you guess what she was named?

She smiled, teasingly. You’re not going to believe it!

Okay, I give up, what’s the name?

Gabriel! And there’s more…

More?

Angel and Gabriel talked to one another across the room. Everybody’s still talking about it!

Alicia, this signifies that the Archangels have met up or are about to… The timing is symbolic. The cycle may be upon us for Souls to link with their Kingdom of Heaven, their Divine Band.

Lori, Jesus said that one has to be born again as a child.

He was referring to the Divine one, Alicia! That higher portal of Initiation only opens after the passing of tests that try our patience.

Lori – Jesus said, it’s easier for a camel to pass through the eye of a needle!

She laughed nervously.

Anything linked to Ancient Egypt made Alicia’s eyes sparkle and held her captivated. The scarabs I had attained while in London hit the spot, along with the one I found in Angel’s basket. They linked her to the ancient world.

Finding the scarab in Angel’s basket signifies the continuation of that ancient pathway, Alicia.

You’ve been unfolding the Apostolic connection, Lori… You were stripped like Jesus when at that Tenth Station of the Cross – you now know you’re Veronica.

You can’t hide it from the world either… it’s one of Master David’s Keys.

The Seventh Veil came to mind.

Alicia, Veronica is connected to the Seventh Veil.

She is also connected to the Black Madonna, that is to say me, Lori!

Alicia, Veronica knew about the prophecy surrounding the birth of Angel in our times. It predicted that you were to become the Black Madonna.

Lori, she was also aware of those other mysteries – those six veils… the planets.

John the Divine knows about them, Alicia. He was Jesus’ most beloved Apostle. His most trusted. While in trance, my regression revealed that Veronica had seen him approach Mary on the Crucifixion hill. I have to ask myself, why John had been there—

An intuition flashed.

Alicia, he took charge of something…

I’m getting goose bumps, Lori – and giant ones!

I laughed.

John knew about the veils and planets, Alicia. It was the topic of conversation at the Last Supper. Veronica is a Subtle link to John and an extended link to Jesus.

Further secrets are to unfold, Lori. I’d like to know about those other six veils and those planets.

Alicia, there’s another veil to fall and John is involved with it all.

Mary must have also known about all this—

The door handle rattled. We put our insights on hold.

Hello there, Mr. Walsh! Alicia welcomed.

How are you and your beautiful daughter, Alicia?

We’re fine, thank you!

And you?

Good so far!

He laughed.

Some bookcases just arrived, Mr. Walsh. You might be interested in them—

I must look like the bookworm that I am! he said, laughingly.

There, in the back, Mr. Walsh.

We accompanied him to view them.

They’re very similar to the ones my father had! In my younger days, I had scratched my name underneath one of the shelves. I got myself into a lot of trouble.

He laughed as he placed his hand under a shelf and showed us where the wrongful deed had been done.

His face flushed.

I can’t believe this! he exclaimed.

What’s wrong? Alicia asked.

It might be my imagination, but I think these are the same bookcases!

He knelt to get a better view of the scratches underneath the shelf.

This is incredible! he laughed.

Then, they’re the same ones, Alicia remarked.

Yes!

Have I made a sale, Mr. Walsh? she asked, grinning her Cheshire smile.

He looked at the price tag. I think the price is right, he replied, laughing.

Alicia winked at him – So do I, Mr. Walsh!

As he left the store, we knew he would be doing a lot of thinking, for a change of consciousness was at hand… a new perception was upon him concerning his dad.

It was an end to a perfect day and on the following, when at the shop, Alicia and I resumed our conversation about abused children, shedding a wider perspective upon it all—

Who are these abused children in our time, Lori?

Alicia, these children are the Christians who were abused during the Roman Era. We are now in the midst of a Universal reciprocal karma.

Herod! Alicia exclaimed.

I felt a chill run through me.

All those innocent ones are now the persecutors, of course, and copy cats are hiking up the numbers.

First born males were massacred! she whispered.

The proof is still hidden, Alicia.

These predators do have the Subtle possibility of turning the other cheek and absolving the debt.

Lori, they’re not doing this!

It’s time to work towards understanding the Universal Truths, at least for sanity’s sake, Alicia. The lower animalistic behaviour in our times is becoming a plague.

She walked over to a little artificial flower on the desk. She handed it to me.

This belongs to you, Lori. I want you to have it. I hope it opens a reserved memory – an illumined one!

The tiny artificial flower had caught my fancy when it first entered the shop. Alicia remarked that it looked tacky. I, on the other hand, found it rather delightful and thought it represented childlike innocence. The little human face in its centre reminded me of the Divine Child we were on our way to achieving.

Chapter 2

The Keeper of Secrets

Sitting at my desk wearing a helmet similar to the one worn by that statue in the shop, I knew he was an Archangel.

Who are you? I asked him.

I am the Keeper of the Secrets.

Secrets!

I have the Knowledge of the Ancients!

Where are you from?

Kumulipo – Betelgeuse, in the Orion Belt.

Orion!

I was invoked, he said.

I didn’t do it, I thought.

A rainbow appeared. A tribal Priest, an Elder, was calling upon the Heavens. The face of Derek, my boarder, flashed.

Your Light shall touch many with healing Light, the Keeper of Secrets said. You will recall who I am—

He crossed his arms and broke the energy, disappearing suddenly.

Derek had already left the house – I would catch up with him later.

As I picked up the newspaper on my desk, the headlines flashed: Satan has been located – missing girl!

Looks like Satan is here! I thought.

The phone rang, startling me. I listened to a lady who sounded tense.

Can you help us? the lady pressured, seemingly desperate and wanting to see me.

My Guides inspired me to welcome Mrs. Smith who had called earlier and was now at my front door.

Your ad says that Angels channel through you!

Yes, they do. Please come inside.

I noticed her observing my ninety-nine cent version of Archangel Michael placed on the television.

She must be Catholic, I thought.

I also have a statue of Mother Mary, Mrs. Smith. It’s packed in a box in my former city waiting to be shipped.

She smiled. Timidly, she handed me the newspaper.

You’re the morning’s headlines!

Yes, unfortunately!

I presume you are a Catholic, Mrs. Smith. Where’s the Exorcist… your Priest?

"Yes, I am Catholic. He’s the