Lockdown Earth 730: Humanitas Exorkismus...The Yellow Fin Exorcism of an Age

By Emely Batin-Orillos

A sequel to the spellbinding sci-fi spiritual saga,MOON DAUGHTER'S REVERIES...THE APOCALYPSE,this book takes action right in Wuhan,China where the very ill visionary woman scribe,Emily Archangel is secretly hidden by the Armies of Light in an old asylum that houses the half-dead victims of the first wave of the Corona virus.St. Michael Archangel returns back to the planet to rescue his beloved from the devil disguised as a Hooded Dragon statesman and from a mad billionaire physicist,David Cheng who is as obsessed with the woman scribe.The captain archangel escapes from heaven and so,punished by God that he takes the persona of a convicted serial killer,the most handsome Prussian,Richard Lion Houdershell.As Earth is in the ultimate lockdown,Emily Archangel must secure God's postcript to save the planet from a nuclear apocalypse.A Yellow Fish lands into the plate of the very sick woman scribe one lovely December morning,and heaven's code does the spectacular fireworks right in the cradle of the Yellow virus,the Middle Kingdom,China,unsuspecting of the upbeat divine comedy of God the Father drinking Yellow tea and enjoying Mandarin pancakes.Planet Earth has never prepared for heaven's modern fiction.

• Language: English
• Publisher: AuthorHouse
• Release date: May 9, 2021
• ISBN: 9781665525053

Emely Batin-Orillos

Emely Batin-Orillos is a psychic and visionary. She has authored eight inspirational bestsellers, which include THE CAGE CLEANERS OF JERUSALEM, MOON DAUGHTER’S REVERIES ..THE APOCALYPSE,LOCKDOWN EARTH 730...HUMANITAS EXORKISMUS...THE YELLOW FIN EXORCISM OF AN AGE, LOST IN EREBUS...THE LONGEST PRAYER, BLAZING LIGHT ... IN THE GRACE OF ONE JOURNEY, BEAUTIFUL SIN OF THE LAST BRIDE... THE RETURN TO THE FATHER OF A LOST RACE. She co-authored with Frank T Villa the book, 75 YEARS OF JOURNEYING IN GOD’S GRACE. She lives in Ilocos Sur with her only son, JP and their little zoo while waiting for justice be given her late husband Lorenzo, a victim of medical malpractice.

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CONTENTS

Special Dedication

In the name of jesus

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Chapter Six

Chapter Seven

Chapter Eight

Chapter Nine

Chapter Ten

Chapter Eleven

Chapter Twelve

Chapter Thirteen

Chapter Fourteen

Chapter Fifteen

Chapter Sixteen

Chapter Seventeen

Chapter Eighteen

Chapter Nineteen

Chapter Twenty

Chapter Twenty-One

Chapter Twenty-Two

Chapter Twenty-Three

Chapter Twenty-Four

Chapter Twenty-Five

Chapter Twenty-Six

Chapter Twenty-Seven

Chapter Twenty-Eight

Chapter Twenty-Nine

Chapter Thirty

Chapter Thirty-One

Chapter Thirty-Two

Chapter Thirty-Three

Chapter Thirty-Four

Chapter Thirty-Five

Chapter Thirty-Six

Chapter Thirty-Seven

Chapter Thirty-Eight

Chapter Thirty-Nine

Chapter Fourty

Chapter Fourty-One

Chapter Fourty-Two

Acknowledgments

SPECIAL DEDICATION

LES VICTIMES DE HUMANITAS CONTAGIO,21st CENTURY My good friend,REYNALDO CABALO & my teacher,GIOVANNA

God grant eternal repose on your souls.

But if I with the finger of God cast out devils,no doubt the kingdom of God is come upon you.

[Luke 11:20]

"O Greatly Merciful God,infinite Goodness,today all mankind calls out from the abyss of its misery to Your mercy,to Your compassion,O God,and it is with its mighty voice of misery that it cries out.Gracious God,do not reject the prayer of this earth’s exiles.

Eternal God,in whom mercy is endless and the treasury of compassion---inexhaustible,look kindly upon us and increase Your mercy in us,that in difficult moments we might not despair nor become despondent,but with great confidence submit ourselves to Your holy will,which is love and Mercy itself."

[A Prayer For Divine Mercy]

IN THE NAME OF JESUS

For 75 years so it shall be.For a dozen years so it shall be.There are 730 days left and only one can decide.Multitudes cannot do it.Only one can.She has to win the battle.Her stars have all the signs.The grandmother knew it upon her birth in a sunlit sirok,full of yellow corn,an old baul,and a secret three women would share:the woman with the ules,the woman with the beautiful kallugong and Spanish forbears,and the woman who wanted to be a saint but alas,a serpent watched over her indayon and took her away at the perfect time of death of a holy man on the Mountain of Skulls.How to save this woman from herself is heaven’s duty but the holy firmament cannot be on Earth,there has to be help.If love were good for the woman,let it rush upon her door yet love might destroy her at a time she is most vulnerable.What can be better then than love to make this woman drink from the cup of sacrifice?The mission is reserved just for her,just for her…And while heaven resolves the riddle,millions die.This is the tragedy of the woman’s birthmark for her birth was not only heaven’s doing.The enemy saw the child bathed by the blazing sunlight in that underground as it crawled unnoticed by the divine in the secret man-made hole,and the serpent intervened in the story of the end.A man of science had a vision of this future world though he did not see it well.He wrote not of the woman as the anointed of heaven but as the mistress of a great kingdom.He made her his whore while he worked in his laboratory and pursued her in the land where nothing remains untouched by the genius of men.He worshipped her in that world where the end begins in some age.The woman became a legion and the legion gave birth to a cursed race.And the man failed to understand his role in the history of extinction,merely his brilliant science that he sold to a stranger.The serpent paid him with a book of three million words.

CHAPTER ONE

‘P ater,dimitte illis,quia nesciunt,quid faciunt."

The sirens are deafening,explosions and fires are everywhere but no one has a moment to be frightened.Everyone has to kill to survive.Strong and weak,kins or strangers,it no longer matters.There is no more safe place.Earth has turned into the cursed planet.The virus has totally mutated into its worst variants and people are starved beyond limits.Human beings?They are almost all extinct except for the lucky ones and their families…the chosen people of the New Jerusalem.The sacred purple flowers in the care of the unyielding and indefatigable elder,Estela Nike Sampaguitasilverpurple keep the hymns of the secret destined paradise awaiting God the Father’s flock and His armies of light.And who keeps the list but a woman who has the crescent moon on her skin.She warned the planet but nobody believed her except for angels.Today is never wished.Yesterday should have prepared for the worst…

What is today but the future.It is the year of the dead planet.Earth is absolutely in the final ultimate lockdown.There is no mercy but death…yet,a little notebook keeps the code to freedom,to a promised land…the place of salvation.A good wandering soul chants in the African wilds the clues leading to where this notebook safely rests…

Did the prophet Ezequiel speak of its trees

Did Jeremiah entrust the little book to kings

Did Solomon wish for two mothers for the child

But for every mouth of the last frontiers!

CHAPTER TWO

"O my child!What has come upon you that you preach to the elders here in the temple of God?Come,little Jesus,come with me and let’s go home to your father!This isn’t your business saving the world!O,you fool Galilean!Mary,daughter of Ann from the house of David and Joachim is full of doubt this time as to her son’s mission for God the Father.Mother,who is this woman looking for a lost coin?She seems very sad!Let’s give her some bread!Here,woman,what is your name?The child watched by angels lovingly helps the widow up to her feet as tax collectors knock on doors.My name is Emily!Am I in Jerusalem?"As the woman speaks,the shepherd with his bleating sheep passes by her singing words of praise and thanksgiving for a brand new day while the dogwood tree’s flowers form the crown of thorns and the cross.

She was there.She met Him.He was twelve.The First Century A.D.

And what about the lost years?Two good souls chant by the Holy Thorn Tree of Glastonbury,Southern England as the faithful make the Visitation of the Cross.

Fizz!Whoosh!Boom!Wow,what extravaganza!So spectacular!Aren’t those fireworks lovely,my love?Shhh,darling,you might awaken the baby.Oh,didn’t you get him a golden crib?It has to be bright like Bethlehem!Shhh,the Three Kings are here!But wait…is that a shooting star?No way!That’s not Cassiopeia not even Eridanus,Fornax,Horologium or Triangulum up there in the north and southern skies and those horsemen aren’t the wise kings!Why…oh God!The little book falls on the cold wood parquet flooring.A thoughtful gecko pulls it underneath an olive green rug to hide its title but struggles to remember it.That night the adventitious celestial pet keeps the mystery of the Yellow Fin while Alejandra the ancient owl is perched on a tree in the Paektu Mt. of the Baekdudaegan and Changbai ranges.

It has been months but the woman in Rm. 505 hisses endlessly.Nothing seems to abate her sorrow and anguish.Her body is too frail and the solidago or golden rods,those salal lemon leaves,canary yellow daisies,the eucalyptus spray mums as well as the carnations in the mason jar are wilting and drooping too no matter how freshly picked they are from the Yuanjiang savanna while the aromatic candles on a little coffee table fail to charm what spirits dwell in corners.The still life canvas of Zen stone art hangs uncomplimented on the rose-colored wall.Cruel but the draconic malevolent monotony of the woman’s existence appalls the unfeeling,ambitious and arrogant king sun betraying the planet of the living in earnest.Her adversary or ally,the old Black Serpent tries to crawl into her memory while she languishes somewhere in Limina,Sicily before the statue of St. Philip of Agira. Indeed,her present world has ripped her apart her eyes devoid of that beautiful soul that prevented the first threat of an apocalypse.Her little silvery black book drove the evil curse away.At least the armies of light know that in their hearts.Emily Archangel fell very ill after the burial of her secret lover,the man with whom she bore a child the good nuns have taken with them in an undisclosed place but where a thousand oak trees and sunflowers guard and surround it with a unique body of water keeping the paradise mirthful,its physiognomy of biogeochemical is a resplendent mineralization or calcification site.Lawrence Zebus Prometheus is gone back to heaven as St. Michael the Archangel,and he could no longer come back to help the mortal woman who captured his heart.That by decree of God the Father.But the mission is half-finished.The only thing that the captain archangel can do now is to look for his suitable replacement to assist the woman scribe in the divine dramaturgy and rescue the human race from falling into the devil’s trap of a nuclear holocaust.Yes,Lucifer has rebooted his handsome playboy Count Vhanderike image into a respectablestatesman,a diplomat and without raised brows,the nuke honcho game changer with his legions well in place as in time immemorial in mainstream politics,also in the military and health departments not to mention his mistresses sitting poised,polished and pretty in airconditioned offices as they flout and flaunt with economic theories and gorge with fanciful art.Well,that Evangeliego among his wretched mistresses is most vain she robs even the poor widow of her midnight oil just to replenish the luster in her fornicating flesh!cries the most saintly of Oriental immigrant witches searching for Nora Daza’s cook book at the HODGES FIGGIS bookshop in Ireland so she can copy her yummy baka kaldereta, pata tim,at ginataang kuhol.To be expected that the smartest of the devil’s squad,the hard and soft thinktanks dominate in the scientific,technological communities,and intellectual societies.God the Father knows too well what the devil has in mind and keeps His own version of a gray zone warfareplus His LAC or Line of Actual Control.The South China Sea dispute excites the Prince of Darkness as it is too tempting to use it in launching a nuclear armageddon under the noses of impulsive and aggressive world leaders especially the Sino-state claiming 90 per cent sovereignty of the major international waterway.However,Satan also has unfinished business with Emily Archangel.He wants to sire her his most powerful heir to take his place when he retires in an island somewhere in the communist turf,perhaps North Korea’s Ibiza or in the bohemian paradise,Mexico,even maybe the Karalyb.He has heard of course of the one billion-pound 18-deck high Royal Caribbean’s Wonder of the Seas,the world’s biggest cruise ship that will debut by 2022,thankful that the 130,000-gross ton giant yacht still floats dry in Chantiers de Atlantique in Saint-Nazaire,France and he would like to be in that historic most luxurious sea voyage with no other than the woman scribe of the Crucified Christ,the woman of his ultimate desire.How he envies his cousins,the Sengoku Basara for all their pleasurable adventures so he sets a boho lifeline for himself upon retirement,and that would be after World War 3 which must be massively lethal but short and quick.The war though should preserve the places where he would like to honeymoon with his lady love.The dark angel has come to realize that having his own offspring would secure more strongly his throne and kingdom into eternity having heard of the multiverse blueprint.The British monarchy,in his mind,sets the exemplary legacy.Hence,Emily Archangel,both mortale et animalis has to carry his beautiful children,and the first babymoon would have to be that El Caribe or les Caraibes Wonder of the Seas cruise.He has seen so many cross-breeds,the multi-racial or the mixed race and how these beings conquer all possible constellations aside from making the millions and billions,the fame and the fortune rolling so nice and glitzy on the tongue,oh!says squeamishly the hooded crow feeding on some anonymous cadaver by an English pond.The devil has been looking for the woman’s whereabouts after his failed third tryst with her in that farm house of Gothic red brick,the white horse flying Emily away to dip her in the Tibetan cleansing river of Dai Lama then to a top secret hideout of God’s armies of light.Unknown to the devil,his love interest for thousands and thousands of years has succumbed to a serious mental illness,unable to accept the death of her beloved Lawrence Zebus Prometheus.She has somehow found herself a new world wherein to write her prayerful epyllions and where no traitor could sell her tears but in there are no lovely trees of the Evergreen,the Japanese Maple,and the Rhododendron except for the cursed Dragon Blood Tree which knows not of the peculiar pride of the Socotra Island.Is she now the Queen of Erebus?Emily is at the very center of life,right at the axis mundi.At least in the monitors of excited brainy witches led by Lulu,the Queen of Book Rats and Margot,the Baroness of Yoga,this extraordinary legion of bookish blue witchcraft who dwells in the world’s most beautiful library,at the El Ateneo Grand Splendid in Buenes Aires,Argentina and who worship the immortal playwright of Warwickshire henceforth flying by night to Shakespeare And Company in the immortal city of Paris.Well,over the ages,witches have also upgraded themselves and found the world of a bibliophile more exonerating than scrumptious men they fry in boring caves.From Argentina to Paris,Paris back to Argentina,oh,these unexpected radical yet elegant feminists just cannot have enough of print.Emily Archangel is but their obsession to read but where are her little books with the secret recipes for salvation,and oh,the best chicken sandwiches and those bizarre yet heavenly dessert,and where has she been writing them?Their ageless compass and magical mirrors show the woman in some Disney world at the center of the universe.In reality,the percipient triumvirate of good priests,Fr. Bienvenido Holygraille,Fr, Leonard Crossword,and Fr. Ubaldus Sacredchalice has hidden the woman scribe in the most unexpected place--Wuhan,China.

CHAPTER THREE

S r. Sarah hurries to close the huge Warner Friedman Chinese windows of the patient’s room.These are modern rectangular sliding dark windows with heavy black iron grills.When the sun is up,they are kept open so the cool yet comfortably warm air can come in to replace the fug and refill the continuously depleting good energy in the fourty-eight-square meter-bedroom.The tan curtains have just been replaced with white ones as the patient kept hoofing and squeaking the previous days for her granny’s finely crocheted crown cortinas .Did she not prance and dance,dance and prance,swirl and swirl with the most beautifully sewn and hand-embroidered flaming red and bright orange dragon curtains as well as royalty delicate dark blue,midnight blue,and handsome blue in her childhood summer afternoons imagining she was slaying all kinds of dreadful beasts that fed on children and drank their bottles of fresh cow milk?Today the female patient is very quiet,seemingly back to her old self but her eyes are still lifeless as they look outside the century-old building sitting beside a mysteriously quiet but sparkling lake,the Yanxi known as the Lake of Pretension and behind an abandoned ancient Chinese temple,the Temple of Hebo or River Lordwhere,surprisingly and oddly,a male scarlet tanager sings in melancholy on the rustic chimney,sympathetic of the woman’s inner lockdown,her rebellion to the tragedy of her fate.The sanctuary for the woman scribe of the Crucified Christ is not actually distant or remote from the center of human activity as it is only a three-hour drive from the commercial center of the controversial Hubei Province.The shrewd trio of good priests knew Emily Archangel would be safest in the most dangerous place on Earth,in Wuhan where an old mental asylum run by underground Christian missionaries never gets major attention.Of course the priests are no less print addicts than the quirky and wise Argentinian feminist-tenants of that most wonderful old regal theatre as they adore imaginative worlds too though being friars,they are true holy gluttons of historical novels like The Women of Chateau La Fayette by Stephanie Dray.Whoever berated of sacred men’s inner drives for feminism?The fathers likewise felt all along the secret healing miracle of the remaining thirty lakes of what has been called the city of lakes with a total of 127 in the ‘80s but which has turned into a Sponge City.Water is therapy to the soul!"they exclaim with Chopin’s G minor Trio and fabulously stylish Manang Cori Quitoriano-Perez from Caoayan at the grand piano,Emily’s favorite performing artist who wears a sentimental pale flowered Thai silk whenever she lays her dainty fingers on the magical keys and who seems endlessly enamored with the Tuk Tuk of Bangkok and the classic floret obra of an Ilocano painter from the beguiling and serpentinely grandiose Vigan for the Asian Literature in her music.Of course,there is the brilliant and lovely Manang Juliet Etorma-Herrera,generous patron of authentic Philippine art and a bloodline of the woman scribe.Passion for indigenous craft is the inextinguishable fire in every blood vessel of the family lineage.Oh,back to the asylum,there are a few British and Australian sisters with the secret religious group disguising as full-time health workers.The devil will not look for Emily in his dirty kitchen,the trio must have joked with their holy conspirators,the good and charming persevering women of Christ,much like their French women counterparts of WW1 in Dray’s epic saga celebrating the beautiful courage of women at the height of a world war.These brave nuns,young and past their ripe,with the hazel and the almond eyes,the inverted triangle and the heart-shaped face, the oblique and the rectangular ears,the slender and the short necks,the long limbs and the bow legs,the plump and the curvy bodies,the warm and the goofy smiles,dare confront in careful discreet movement the red country which has turned worst of a scarlet land by its merciless creation of the deadliest microbe of all time.These noble women’s underground work is to bring back humanity to the victims of evil science.However,it is no easy task to awaken a body with the gruesome imprint of human cruelty,the soul made a cheap bargain of filthy factories and seething black laboratories.The pitiful half-dead survivors of the first wave of the Corona virus are all fully strapped on their cold dull beds and kept at least breathing in this drab and dejected utterly muted world.When compassion,philanthropy,and charity do not have much choice,life must thrive even