Broken Symmetries: Age of Illuminati (7 page)

“So does that mean ∞Illuhim∞ needs animal sacrifices?” Mark asked.

“No, not at all,” Hast said. “People tend to understand things step-by-step and that is why ∞Illuhim∞ reveals the truth about himself slowly. All I’m saying is that if we don’t take things literally, and if we understand the culture back then, it will become clear for us that Abraham didn’t sacrifice his beloved son. Instead, he freed us from human sacrifices and introduced animal sacrifices. It’s now our responsibility to take Abraham’s revolution further and free animals too from unnecessary sacrifices.”

Mark found Hast’s claims about the god who reveals himself in steps intriguing. “I have recently read a psychology book, and it claims that our brains are prediction tools. We tend to understand and see things that we can predict. If our brains cannot predict or comprehend something, it fails to see it even if it was all around us,” Mark said. “So do you think that we are unable to see ∞Illuhim∞ or comprehend his actions because our brain fails to predict it?”

“Yes, that is what I meant,” Hast said. “I don’t think ancient people who worshiped Human-Gods were wrong at their time because that is probably what ∞Illuhim∞ wanted them to do. God reveals himself to us from inside ourselves, and as time passes, our perception and understanding of him improves. First we thought God was a powerful king who needed human sacrifices, but then our perception of God advanced. We began to think that God was a powerful being in the sky, and he only needed animal sacrifice. Now our understanding has changed further and we started to think that God as an omnipotent spiritual entity that is everywhere and doesn’t need any sacrifices, and some Abrahamic sects even believe that God himself made a sacrifice for us not the other way around.”

“I love the symmetry in your description,” Mark said smiling.

At that moment the train arrived at Heathrow Airport, and they left the train and checked in for their flight tickets. Mark was set to go back to Interpol headquarters in Lyon, and Hast was returning to Erbil.

“I think I understood your point from the story,” Mark said before departing from Hast. “You think Mr.
Young Nimrod
is someone who admires Nimrod and tries to imitate him.”

“That is what I think,” Hast said. “In fact many theology scholars believe that Nimrod himself was the first Antichrist.”

“I get your point even clearer now. You think Mr.
Young Nimrod
could be the last Antichrist then?” Mark said.

“That is what I fear,” Hast answered.

“Let’s keep each other informed. I will try to look up this name in our database at Interpol headquarters.”

Then they both shook hands and went their separate ways.

Chapter 13

It was midnight when Hast arrived home. En route, he couldn’t stop thinking about the
Young Nimrod
. ‘What a dangerous time we are in,’ he kept thinking to himself. His wife, Nergz, was holding the baby in her arms as he arrived. He took the baby from her and held him in his lap kissing the baby’s forehead.

Hast had first met Nergz at college when he was studying theology eight years ago and she was studying history. They met for the first time in the library when they were both looking for a book titled
The Prophecies of Abrahamic Faith
, and since they bumped into each other while looking for the same book, they began to talk about it and soon realized there were so many similarities between them. It was as if they shared the same mind. Later on, Hast found that Nergz had the same views as him in regard to the end-days. Like Hast, she thought the Judgment Day was close and all the minor signs had already come true. The two like-minded people soon decided to develop their relationship to marriage.

After his arrival from the long journey, Hast knew that Nergz was eager to hear his news, so he first took a quick shower then came back to the bed holding the baby, the little Abraham, in his lap and kissing the baby’s forehead again. “I’m sorry my little angel. You are growing up in a very hard time,” he said in sorrow.

“What is happening? Is Doomsday close?” Nergz asked Hast.

Hast always felt that Nergz had a strong intuition about things, and when she felt something was going to happen she was always right. It was as if her brain had developed a sixth sense to predict danger. ‘If she thinks the Antichrist is close, then the end-days are close,’ Hast thought.

“A portable nuclear bag is missing and someone calling himself
Nimrod
is already working behind the scenes,” he said.

“Is he planning to ignite the third world war?” Nergz asked.

“Yes, I think so. The political tension between all the major powers is at its peak. Russia and USA are blaming each other over the missing nuclear bomb. All the European countries are now in conflict with Russia, and the current economic breakdown is threatening their union. North Korea already claims to possess nuclear power and is threatening the USA with it if dares to attack. The Mideast is in total chaos, and the polarizations between the West and East is like never before. It will only take a small step to ignite the next world war,” Hast said.

“The Antichrist thrives on chaos,” Nergz said. “The survival instinct will urge people to seek safety, and they will be vulnerable to anyone providing them with hope. The Antichrist will be the only one who can provide them with this hope but it will be a false hope.”

“His power is mind control,” Hast said. “So he takes advantage of anything. Technology is now so powerful that scientists are able to control the brain directly and there are several ways to do so. I think the Antichrist is already using some of these techniques.”

“Do you think the Antichrist is a scientist working for TNARK?” she asked.

“I think so; I wonder what you think?” Hast asked trying to get his wife’s opinion.

“I tend to think that the Antichrist is a famous person who has a lot of followers,” Nergz said. “He might use scientists to achieve his goals though.”

“A famous person! You mean like a singer,  movie star or even a religious preacher?” Hast asked.

“Or a corrupt politician who tells a lot of lies and is able to convince a lot of people,” Nergz replied.

“I would guess he is a charismatic person, smart with mind controlling abilities and people tend to follow him,” he suggested.

“According to the prophecies, he can also heal people from diseases,” Nergz reminded Hast.

“Like a doctor or a scientist?” Hast queried.

“Or like a faith-healer,” Nergz suggested.

Hast suddenly felt he caught the tail of an important clue after hearing the word ‘faith-healer’.

“You are right! How did I forget that!” Hast said. “Faith-healers are the best candidates for becoming the Antichrist, since many of them are charismatic religious preachers with lots of devout followers.”

“And the scientist who is helping him could be the false prophet,” she suggested. “However, a faith-healer can only be the Antichrist if he declares himself to be God. Are there any faith-healers demanding their followers to worship them instead of ∞Illuhim∞?”

Hast found her suggestion really good, so he opened his laptop and entered  ‘faith-healers’ into the search engine. He found a Wiki page detailing the meaning of the faith-healing and countless many other pages, however, what caught his attention was an article by BBC News on their news page. This piece was published one week ago and it was about a faith-healer in India who was able to heal any cancer within a short period without any complications!

Although by 2060 scientists had found radical treatments for many cancers with 80% survival rate, patients still had to undergo a tedious protocol of chemotherapy for years and still suffered from its side effects before they could be cured completely. The BBC article claimed that the faith-healer’s healing rate was 100% and without any side effects. This was something beyond conventional medical science at the time! Hast began to read in more detail about the faith-healer. His name was ‘Padsha Mali’ and he was 55 years old from a small town near New Delhi. When Hast entered the faith-healer’s name into the search engine, he found many results about him. Seemingly, he was already famous and there was even a Wiki a page about him.

“Wow, this guy is really famous and can heal cancer,” Hast said to Nergz showing her the articles and pages he found about Padsha Mali.

“Look at his Facebook, Twitter, and Zanzor pages! He has more than one million followers already! I have never seen such popularity for a faith-healer,” Hast said admiringly while peeking through the posts. “Oh, my God! He is even blind in his left eye!” he said while browsing through his images.

“What does he mainly preach about in his social media pages?” Nergz asked.

Hast begun to read through some of his page posts and the videos made about him “He seems like a devout follower of Abrahamic faith. In most of his posts he asks people to return to their true God, ∞Illuhim∞!”

“We don’t know what is in his heart,” Nergz said. “He may be trying to gain people’s affection by healing their loved ones and preaching for Abrahamic faith. He might show his true face once many people fall under his spell,” Nergz said.

“You are right. After all, his main power is mind control,” Hast continued. “But how come I haven’t heard about him before?”

“Maybe he became famous recently, or maybe he just recently got his cancer healing powers,” Nergz suggested.

Hast looked at the news articles from the BBC and the information on the faith-healer’s Wiki page. They stated that Padsha Mali had realized his cancer healing powers just a few months ago!

“Wow! According to these articles, the news about this guy only got viral recently!” Hast said.

“This means his followers and his fame will increase even more in the upcoming months,” she said.

Then out of interest, Hast put the combination of words ‘Padsha Mali, the Antichrist’ into the search engine, and to his surprise, he found several posts from writers and bloggers claiming that Padsha Mali could be the Antichrist!

“Wow! There are other people like us who suspect him of potentially being the Antichrist,” Hast said.

“This looks clear cut,” Nergz said. “I suspect something is tricky going on!”

     Hast always hated the literal interpretations of the holy§cript and its prophecies, but this time the signs of the Antichrist were so evident in Padsha Mali and everything matched so well with literal interpretations of the holy§cript. Hast hated to admit this but how could the signs of the Antichrist be so simply evident and yet people were being deceived and were following him!

“Everyone following Abrahamic faith will be able to tell he is the Antichrist if he ever declares himself as a god,” Hast said. “I wonder how can he deceive us?!”

“Isn’t his power in mind control?” Nergz reminded Hast.

***

The next day, Hast dialed Mark’s number to tell him what he had found, and after four beeps a voice answered.

“Hello.”

“Hi Mark, I think I know who Mr.
Young Nimrod
might be
,
” Hast claimed. “He is a famous faith-healer living in a small town near New Delhi, and his name is Padsha Mali.”

“How can you be so sure?” Mark asked.

“His physical features match exactly with the prophecies. We need to go there and make sure that he truly has these extraordinary healing powers,” Hast said. “If he is truly healing cancer, then I suspect he is the guy we are looking for!”

Chapter 14

      Bakir was a 28 year old man who worked as an accountant for a small private company, and his life had changed one year ago when his 61 year old mother was diagnosed with stage four inflammatory breast cancer with wide spread metastasis to her lungs. The condition has made her breathing eventually more and more difficult, and it was as if she was gradually drowning, even a slight exertion made her suffer from breathlessness. She endured all her chemotherapy sessions, but unfortunately there was no response. Her cancer was out of control, but Bakir didn’t give up and took her to many doctors, but they all told him that her cancer was unfortunately among the most aggressive breast cancers and the survival rate was very low. At her stage of the disease, it was not curable and all they could do for her was to give her pain killers to alleviate her pain and suffering. She would also need to be admitted to the hospital to administer oxygen everytime when she had attacks of breathlessness. Bakir had to move to live with his old, diseased mother to take care of her; after all, he was her only son.

            This was now Bakir’s new life. He took his mother at least twice a week to the hospital because she was having sudden attacks of shortness of breath due to the accumulation of a fluid around her lungs (pleural effusion). The accumulated fluid in her chest made her feeling choked unless the fluid was drained out by a doctor, the process called thoracentesis, however, the relief only lasted for a few days and the problem returned.

              The frequency of her breathless attacks increased with time, and her son started to skip work because of her. As a result the company he was working for fired him because his numerous absences.

Bakir’s mother realized that her son no longer went to work and she saw the distress on his face grow by the day.

“Why are you not going to the work?” his mother said to Bakir.

“Don’t worry mother. I’m on a paid leave for three months, and I can be with you now all the time,” he said smiling to her trying to hide the facts. He thought telling her the truth would only make her sad and worsen her condition.

The mother felt she was a burden on her son and she wished to die, but because of her religious beliefs she couldn’t commit suicide. “I wish I could die soon so that you can enjoy the rest of your holidays,” she said.

“Don’t say that, mother!” he said. “I can’t enjoy the holiday without you.”

    The next night at 3:00 a.m., Bakir’s mother had another acute attack of breathlessness, so he took her to the emergency ward again, but this time a young junior doctor seemed to be in charge. He looked like he had recently graduated from the college of medicine and appeared inexperienced. When the junior doctor examined Bakir’s mother, he was hesitant to act. He made some calls and consultations before he came back to Bakir and his breathless mother.

“I’m sorry for this, but I haven’t done thoracentesis alone before, so to be safe, I have called a senior doctor to come and assist. He will be here shortly,” the junior doctor said.

Moments passed, and Bakir felt his mother was deteriorating so he urged the junior doctor to do something. The junior doctor put on a pair of gloves and took some antiseptics with a large bore needle and a catheter and tried to empty the fluid in her lung alone. He demarcated the site of the needle insertion, before he advanced his hand began to shake. ‘I can do it. I have done everything correctly according to the textbook,’ he recited to himself to increase his confidence but then his courage left him.

“I can’t do it alone!” the junior doctor said. “There is a risk I might induce a pneumothorax, which is dangerous and could take her life, so I think it’s better to wait until the senior doctor arrives,” he said.

When Bakir’s mother heard the words ‘pneumothorax take life,’ she looked at her son’s face who looked very tired, pale, and lifeless at the same time! ‘My son needs to enjoy his holidays. I’m burden on everyone,’ she thought before looking at the other patients around her. ‘They deserve more attention than me. I’m of no use. I’m just a burden and pain to others. The pneumothorax could take my life and I would not remain a burden,
’
she said to herself. She hinted at the junior doctor trying to tell him her thoughts, but her voice didn’t come out. ‘I need that pneumothorax. Please give it to me, as it’s the best cure, not only for me but for everyone.’ At that moment she thought of an idea. She could commit suicide without doing it by herself, and this way she was not violating the commands of the holy§cript! She began exacerbating her symptoms hoping the junior doctor would try and give her the cure she wanted. She started to pretend she was choking and gasping to death. The junior doctor realized the need to act immediately, so he collected all his courage and inserted the needle straight forward into the patient’s lung with the hope he had done it correctly. A moment later a sigh of relief came to him as he saw the watery fluid was coming through the needle to the catheter powering it into the collecting bladder. Her vital signs and the oxygen concentration started to come back to normal ranges again.

“That is great. I have done it successfully,” the junior doctor said smiling.

“Thanks a lot doctor,” Bakir said with relief as he watched his mother starting to breathe again at a normal pace.

    Bakir’s mother shed a tear of sorrow as she thought, ‘I haven’t got the cure I needed today.’

***

A few weeks later, Bakir saw the news article on the BBC about a faith-healer called Padsha Mali who could cure cancer effortlessly and he was only 200 miles away from Bakir’s town. Without a second thought, he took his mother to the faith-healer in the next day. When Bakir arrived, he saw a huge crowd of people from all races queueing before the faith-healer’s house. Because his mother seemed so unwell, the guards who were registering people’s names and arranging the queue gave Bakir’s mother a quick pass; otherwise, Bakir could have waited days for his mother’s turn to come!

During the meeting, the faith-healer told Bakir’s mother to lie down on the ground. He then put his hands into a bucket of water while reciting words from the holy§cript before scrubbing his wet hands on her face. Once finished he looked toward Bakir. “It is not me who is healing her, it’s ∞Illuhim∞, and you should be thankful to him not to me,” he said.

A few days later, the miracle happened. Bakir’s mother walked up the stairs without feeling breathless, and she started to get better day-by-day. One month later, her x-ray results showed shrinking tumors in her chest. The doctor who was following her case was speechless after examining her medical tests. No chemotherapy he had used before could do such amazing work without hurting the patient! It became clear to Bakir that his normal life was now back, thanks to ∞Illuhim∞ and Padsha Mali’s blessed hands.

***

The following week after the good news about his mother’s shrinking tumors, Bakir went to a fast food restaurant to have a quick sandwich during his lunch break. He heard two voices behind him talking about the rising faith-healer, Padsha Mali.

“Did you hear about Padsha Mali?” one guy said.

“Yes, I’ve heard about him, and what is wrong with the social media these days? I keep seeing posts and videos about him and many of the posts are sponsored!” the second guy wondered.

“That is because he looks exactly like the Antichrist! He is blind in his left eye and has a reddish face and frowned eyebrows!” the first guy replied.

“But he doesn’t claim to be God,” the second guy said. “He himself is a devout preacher of Abrahamic faith.”

“I guess he is trying to control our emotions through curing diseases and preaching for Abrahamic faith. I saw a viral post yesterday, and someone had taken a close shot of Padsha Mali’s face. The wrinkles on his forehead show the figure of triple 6s in Hebrew!”

“Wow!” the second guy responded.

Bakir bit his lips from rage while listening to them as he really wanted to punch them in the face as hard as he could.

              “I really pity those who follow this faith-healer,” the voice behind him continued. “They have to be very ignorant of Abrahamic faith to not know the signs of the Antichrist!”

       That was the straw which broke the camel’s back. Bakir stood up and turned to the two guys grabbing their table. He lifted it and turned it upside down so that everything was thrown on the floor. Angrily he shouted, “If you suffered from cancer you would understand the truth better.”

Other people in the restaurant grabbed Bakir from behind and tried to calm him down.