The Twilight Friend: Journey with Hannah, #1

By italo oliveira

This is an eschatological book, and it is quite innovative because it presents the biblical truths of the mankind future as if it had then happened within the "memories" of those who "experienced the story." 
Here's how a plot of how it is built: Hannah was sitting by the border of Percy Priest Lake in Tennessee, the USA, then abruptly became more and more transparent... 
Immediately she rose off of the ground and start to levitate upon the air... The celestial castles were extraordinary, and God's Castle filled the whole scenery, the name of the Antichrist was Daniel Cerxov Natahs, I played the maths by mind and in Roman numerals his name matches, D = 500, C = 100, G = 50, X = 10, 6 = VI = 666. Yet Natahs means Shatan overturned which is Satan in Hebrew... Shortly we would return to the earth.
 

• Language: English
• Publisher: italo
• Release date: Aug 29, 2019
• ISBN: 9781393647201

italo oliveira

The Author is a government employee, 57 years old, married for 27 years his wife is Adriana, his greatest friend.  He has two daughters Sara and Hellen, and his central interesting is ancient Greek, Hebrew and biblical Latin, the main interest is eschatology mainly to the understanding of symbols.  He is a minister of a Church called IMPAR where he has taught the main concepts within this book.  He became a writer in 2017 his first book was named:  O Terrivel Segundo maior poder do Universo (in Portuguese), which is not available now in this book he studies several psychological tools that Jesus has used and delivered upon his followers, his second book is named Viagem com Hannah do Éden à Eternidade (in Portuguese), this present book is the third one is an English version of the last book.

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World rights reserved, in Portuguese and English, by Italo.

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ISBN: 978-1-79139865-1

Any references to historical events, real people, or real places are used fictitiously. Names, characters, and places are products of the author’s imagination.

Front cover image by Artist.

Book design by Italo.

First printing edition 2018.

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Prologue

Project: Lost humanity

The humanity had been wiped out almost completely, it was known at that time that it was reduced to forty percent of the beginning of the great tribulation, two years before and five years after the Rapture of the church.

The world Interventor was especially furious that day.

In his whole wooded wall HQ, Daniel was very impatient like a caged animal. He was waving out from one side of the room to another.

Through the clear glassed–in window made of two layers of kevlar, where we could see the beautiful, leafy Westeinde Avenue.

There were one of the most refined hotels which were also the GGD Haaglanden, in the city of The Hague in the Netherlands.

There was where he usually met the presidents of the countries under his intervention for the ultimate adjustments.

– To the dissidents the capital losing. – that was the name he gave, as a joke to the punishment of beheading that he imposed after noting that the firing squad was too expensive.

To the resilient: the spectacle, flattery, and money. –  he thought as he looked cynically at every face of those zombies who sold their countries, their friends, and their souls.

After the end of each meeting with black caviar, he enthusiastically toasted champagne with a bottle worth two million Euros, saying:

– To the friends: everything!

On that day, however, the sight of that bucolic landscape of Westeinde Avenue did not soothe her anxiety.

He hated God with all the fibers of his hybrid body–half–man–half–demon. For God had made Mother Nature become a shrew, fueling the human race for questioning his competence as the administrator of the world.

– Everything was doing so well.  – He wandered, lost in thought, staring out the window.

After recovering from the lucubration imposed by his half–human side, which still prevailed over him at such moments, he went to the social networks and the television broadcasting to rage, mainly against the criminals Christians, and to insult them and to despise them, saying that they were ignorant and obtuse.

He threatened them, spat wasps, and returned to his lair. – They all were a constant torment in his life, for they stubbornly disobeyed his orders to worship him instead of his God.

After leaving the room his German–born, five inches tall, green–eyed, twenty–two years pale thin skin secretary Gertrude  –  Getta as he used to call. 

He locked himself once again in his office and went back to the same window as before.

Getta was sit down at her chair typing something in her computer; she was the only daughter of a businessman who sale war weapons to the governments' whole wide world, he was tuned with the money of reborn New Roman Empire.

He made a slight sign of fingers and immediately two demons materialized at his side, one on the right and one on the left.

They were transfigured into human beings as not to call attention, though the window in front of them had the glass with vision only from the inside out.

They wore suits of blue swamp silk, much used by the security guards and the Dutch secret police, with golden details, very touchy.

On print of the pectoral coat of both, there was a subliminal inscription of the Dictatorial Government Interventor: Jesus is buried – Rome lives.

Daniel, without even moving his eyes to them, whispered the orders, hissing like a rattlesnake, they nodded at once with their head and then disappeared.

The curfew was already in force for three months; anyone caught in the street after nine at night would be arrested and thoroughly investigated.

The religious police, upheld by the world’s dictator, searched wildly in every suspicious house, vestiges of Christendom; the bible was the bluntest sign of transgression to the new order, if found one, the penalty of execution was drawn up at once: The whole family was executed the knife in the same place.

The Internet had become the most efficient tool for insurgent search, using a modification of the old Google program and the GPS of the few satellites still working, was crucial to get the position of each person on the planet.

The Artificial Intelligence (AI) in that program could read the data in milliseconds, comparing the patterns; when it had the confirmation of it; it immediately gives a sign of potential mischief.

Thousands of miles from that imposing modern, silver–blue building, there was another building, also from government, but more discreet, it was placed among residential buildings.

The front was simple, painted beige and half brown, seemed to fall to pieces, the painting was missing in some places, there were also some different colors; Somehow it seemed uninhabited.

But all this was a make–believe wall.

That careless appearance was purposeful; the government did not want it to be visible, to stand out in the landscape all around, because it was the spying headquarters of Antichrist; it was the main head of the operation center for the destruction of Jesus kingdom.

Inside, there was a huge room; there were hundreds of people walking in all directions, others looking at their monitors, each facing each other, separated only by their monitors.

They were wearing headphones on their ears, white grimy from the massive use of the device.

They looked like an assembly line, other hundreds of ones looking at a five–by–fifteen wall with hundreds of monitors connected to street cameras, squares, malls, shops, trains, buses.

On another wall, another gigantic mural of monitors with scenes of people in their homes, bedrooms, and even toilets, who did not imagine they were being spied.

In that room, supercomputers processed billions of terabits of data per second, generated by the world re–registration, made in the early days of the anti–Christian dictatorship, shortly after the rapture, and constantly updated those using microphones and cell phone cameras.

One of the guidelines of the AI program was to map agglomerations.

When it detected that pattern, it makes a sign of breaking of law and order: In fact, it hunted signs of worship or prayer group, this was considered a serious crime since it was done without supervision or the government's endorsement.

Immediately it turns on the microphones and cameras of the cell phones from that gathered around and start digging to their words, trying, by predetermined comparison standards to find out if they were praying, preaching or speaking any of the forbidden words: evil government, Antichrist, dictator, enemy, God, Jesus, faith, salvation ... meanwhile, the monitor from that area blinked frantically and call up the attention of those around there.

Any of the chiefs who wandered around could take control from that, interfering if necessary in the decision taken by the system.

Usually, a local police contingent was fired for investigation, even the designated police officers were monitored by the same AI.

The Antichrist had good eyes and ears all over the world.

The vast majority of people had that handset given freely from government to keep them in touch with their president – they said it, but in fact, the purpose of it was quite different: It mapped the locations where they were, what they did, what they were talking about, how long they were standing or where they were going, how many people were together, twenty–four hour a day.

Hannah was looking lost at the heavenly horizon, her heart was full of regret, it was still hard for her to accept that things had to do that way.

Sitting next to her, there was the young Jesus, dressed in his work garment, a khaki social shirt, slightly crumpled on the sides, out of his trousers, shod jeans, on his foot, seemed to need a few hours in the sun, white as paper, worn yet comfortable Roman type sandal.

Pointing on to that sandal, He pinned his mate Hannah saying.

– See the contradiction!

She looked at him tenderly, but without much enthusiasm, and realized that he shared the same pain she felt about the trouble moment earth was passing through.

Accessing his mind He said in a monotone voice: "My father loves freedom, and the human race needed to have contact with it.

– I know. –  She said it sincerely.

– Now I understand it.

Summary

Initial considerations 

Hannah and Marcus, unite tales, different ends.

The rapture by the sight of those who stay.

The rapture of the church, by the sight of those who are taken.

The gates of heaven are colossal.

The Omnipresent God right before me. 

Me? Did I help God to raise His Kingdom?

Should I be hacked in heaven?

The divine Mathematics.

Walk around in the Heavenly Palace – my first time.

I was a Helpmate of Christ. What an honor.

The second trip. 

Hague International Court of Justice – Antichrist's headquarters.

I went there in hell – the devil's command center. 

The fix is in, the devil wins this round.

The Devil's merciless punishment to the simpleton demon.

At home with Jesus.

Hague Committee – Now stage of the Antichrist.

How is the earth at this time?

The first holy Heavenly Supper.

The white stone as my new old name.

The first night in my heavenly mansion illuminated by the New Jerusalem.

First day – the first year the New Jerusalem.

The mansions of the Eternal City.

The mathematical science of Christ – maddened the Ph.D. 

The end of the first day – Holy feast with Christ.

Day Two – second year – a conversation with the saved ones.

Christian ate by the lion over the Roman arena.

The Last Supper to the beloved brother.

Why are jeans is so ubiquitous?

The spectacular wife of the first Adam.

Their differences and equality.

Jehovah – Adams twilight friend.

The differences between Adam and Eve.

The effective absence of suffering.

Eva creates a new type of cataloging. 

I went in the woods from Gods Castle – there are no parasites.

Real friends are those who don't imprison us in their dungeons.

Day Three – third–year Eve of the most lurid events of the human race.

Journey to the Center of death – the greatest suffering day for mankind.

Day one – the beginning of the great tribulation.

Day Four – Four years have already past, following the advent of the Antichrist.

My chat with Paul of Tarsus.

What these guys smoke before the service?

As always, Jesus served our meals.

I met Isaac, Jacob, Elijah, Joel, Methuselah, David, Daniel. 

The seventh–day.