Michael Gabriel & the 144,000

By Elisha James

In Book 2, US Navy Seal Michael Gabriel, has been captured and faces trial for treason and the abduction of the 144,000 FEMA victims from Hollywood headquarters, is caught by surprise when a familiar voice calls his name before his sentence of crucifixion under the New World Roman laws, Corpus Julius Civilius. Would there still be time to s

• Language: English
• Publisher: ElishaCindyDean
• Release date: Nov 15, 2023
• ISBN: 9798988925033

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Michael Gabriel

& the 144,000

(Book Two)

Elisha James

Copyright © 2023 Elisha James

All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic or mechanical, including photocopying, recording or by any information storage and retrieval system without permission in writing from the publisher.

ElishaCindyDean—Portsmouth, VA

ISBN: 979-89889250-6-4

eBook ISBN: 979-8-9889250-3-3

Library of Congress Control Number: 2023915388

Title: Michael Gabriel & the144,000

Author: Elisha James

Digital distribution | 2023

Paperback | 2023

This is a work of fiction. The characters, names, incidents, places, and dialogue are products of the author’s imagination, and are not to be construed as real.

Dedication

Greetings! I was released from prison before finalize Michael Gabriel and 144,000. I would like to dedicate this book to the book the human population and to let you know you are a mystery. A god being made in God's image literally speaking. You are fearfully and wonderfully made! Know the religions and governments of mankind will fall when God returns with all his Angels who watch over us now. Even the America government testifies to that! Watchers (UFOs) govern this planet and are in constant battle fighting self willed diplomacy making sure that Gods will be done in heaven (space) as it is on earth his footstool! His kingdom is coming though only a true Seeker can see!  I would also like to thank my mother Cindy. It was the pain of God's purpose, your death that helped me finish my series! And last but not least I want to thank the whole team of staff at New Book Authors for editing my life’s work!

Contents

Michael Gabriel

Dedication

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Chapter 13

Chapter 14

Chapter 15

Chapter 16

Chapter 17

Chapter 18

Chapter 19

Chapter 20

Chapter 21

Chapter 22

Chapter 23

Chapter 24

Chapter 25

Chapter 26

Chapter 27

Chapter 28

Chapter 29

Chapter 30

Chapter 31

Chapter 32

Chapter 33

Chapter 34

Chapter 35

Chapter 36

Chapter 37

Chapter 38

Chapter 39

Chapter 40

Chapter 41

Chapter 1

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he radio hummed static over the receiver, which was the last thing I remember before I woke up. It had been six long months since I was captured by the FEMA police awaiting to stand trial in front of the Chief Justice, in the New world Court! The holding cell was cold, so cold it went down deep into my bones. The cell was small, maybe 5'8" painted with four white glossy walls. The one wall had a stainless-steel sink and toilet bolted to it. Paint was freshly peeling off of the corners around the steel door that had a bulletproof glass window, but it had been blocked out by a canvas flap from the other side.

A prison guard pops the airlock latch at the touch of a button and my door was opened sliding over from right to left. The guard ordered out with a loud high-pitched squeaky voice amusingly coming from a barbaric size man. He appeared to be juiced out of his mind in a form of roid rage as he directed me to stand up to my feet from my steel bunk to follow him down the hallway. He had an electronic baton in his hand that looked like it could take down a cow. He smiled in displacing kind of way. As been routine I fallow him into the end of the hallway and into the interrogation room. The room was much larger than the cell and had a metal bed bolted to a concrete floor in the middle. The interrogating officers wore all black uniforms with the signature circular red snake with a green eye snitched on their arm; the serpent was making a depiction of everlasting life a symbol known as the ouroboros. Inside the circle was a set of scales representing the financial planning program with the Eurasian investors, it also was a token of gratitude between the princes of the East who signed the nuclear peace treaty with Antiochus Epiphanes. I sat shackled to a metal table and stared across at the two uniformed prison guards. Luckily so far, I got through this session unscathed and unharmed, so far so good. However, depending on who the prospecting officer was my stoicism drawing my poker face would normally have a negative effect. For some reason the senior officers always wanted to impress the green horn administering their violent interrogation methods.

Usually, I would endure Marathon beatings consisting of brutal punches, elbows, kicks, and head butts. They used every torture method under the sun they even hooked me up to a shock therapy machine sending four hundred volts of electricity throughout my body shocking my nervous system and stopping every minute and hoping to get me to tell them where the 144,000 were hiding.

One day this new recruit was given reigns to interrogate me. He told me that his father used to be in the Marine corps and when Antiochus was able to work out peace with his father thankfully, he did not have to go to war. He said his father knew a savior had come to the world. He then called me a bad man, a terrorist, he spit on me and ripped a piece of my beard out of my face and sealed the bleeding wound with his cigarette cherry. Though, I spoke not once when they made daily accusations against me, calling me the Antichrist!

When they told me of the abduction of the 144,000 saved FEMA victims, I was encouraged to hear they had escaped. Though I would take that secret down to my grave. One thing I learned on the SEAL teams was death before dishonor. I knew Uncle Al had opened the doors of the old, abandoned Megiddo nuclear testing base that ran along the walls of the Mexican border that Donald Trump had erected. The old real estate tycoon from New York had been wise enough to know that it was only a matter of time until Latin America allowed its Pope to influence them to open their doors to unite Europe and to come and attack us in our backyard. And the border walls were not finished. I commended Trump for trying to make America great again though Joe Biden from the Democratic party rigged the election and deceptively took authority and passed the torch back to Marc Anthony, kanya west didn’t stand a chance.

Once the left had the majority in the houses and Hellen Epiphanes had her seat in the supreme Court where being a conservative began to grow non-existent. You can say the spirits in the airwaves have been planning and preparing for Antiochus' reign. Making its way into its complete and final rotation hoping to destroy the prophetic millennial reign.

Night spent in the brig were dreadful and dark. I missed Bonnie the team and Jeb my dog. I had not seen, heard, or read anything about them or the New world order since before my capture December 25th, 2025, the zodiac transmigration had taken place and my worst fear had come alive. I did not know if my family was wanted Dead or alive. I wondered if Bonnie got captured or if Gus was searching for me or if the media covered my so-called act of terror against the New world order and attempt to kill Antiochus Epiphanes.

Though I had not seen, heard, or read anything corresponding to the treason. A FEMA guard told me the world considered my attempt to assassinate Antiochus a work of the devil and that the headlines deemed me to be the Antichrist. The night after a vicious interrogation where I was beaten within an inch of my life, I put my brain in overdrive drawing up plots and parallels between the past and present cataclysmic world crumbling events seeking God's face and his purpose in them. Because I told Bonnie whose mother my wife Katie had told me right before she died that everything happens for a reason and God has a reason for everything and that not a single hair would fall off my head without a purpose being served. From everything that happened up to that point it seemed to me the concealed visions of the prophets have been revealed in these last days. It was not up until about 4 years ago that I started to catch on and begin putting the pieces of the puzzle together. From what I remembered my father David's Bible teaching on prophecy is that the Bible was like a jigsaw puzzle and needed to be carefully put together piece by piece line by line and precept by precept. And that the Christ the revelator had to do the revealing.

Chapter 2

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he Bohemian supercontinent Eurasia had been on The rise building a network of infrastructure. capitalizing from Tokyo to Lisbon and every small country in between.  The Eurasian countries were pompous and pressed on every side and in great spiritual, physical, and financial need! The people were sick and tired of Russian socialism, China's communism and the second rate third world gorilla governments of the Middle East who of which American soldiers had toiled endlessly to raise democracy for peace but the radical Islamic States always refused it.  Three years before we pulled out troops about when the Iraqi president fled his own country turning it over to the Taliban insurgents of the Islamic slums. The covid-19 virus had swept across the Nation few far and in between making it overseas to the land of the free. While people were sick and dying the underground stockbrokers and corporate shareholders were funding money for research work and to hire doctors, lawyers and scientists to work out legalities an find the antibodies to produce a vaccine to savagely tax our economy through their legislation to provide the sick and suffering the opportunity the chance of a life-saving vaccine to fictitiously help afford a non-curable disease.

Then bureaucrats pass bills for covid relief stimulus checks depleting our federal reserve’s two times over and costing our American economy four times as much money that our government spent in world war II. Just like our feeble second rate and third world countries we once again were digging in our enemies supporters pockets. Making the old saying ring true, keep your friends close and keep your enemies even closer.

The investment Banks were built to better grow and expand poor economies and if only took it face value it seemingly was for the betterment of mankind. By uniting smaller Nations within the supercontinent of Eurasia that once had been divided after the Cold war influenced the prince of Russia to premeditatedly invade Ukraine in hopes to take back the oil fields that were lost. He knew his neighboring Chinese financial lenders were becoming super corporate lean holders and would not become the next world leading superpower on his watch, not alone that is.

The Ukrainian invasion imposed a threat on surrounding European borders uniting the smaller countries into ten super States led by the King of the North. The German strongman Ivan Denisovich, the German chancellor. Thereafter the ratifying and fortifying United Europe the King of the South leading the third world radical Islamic State Muhammad Salam threatened the 10 European superstates imposing sanctions to the declining payments of the rising price of their oil. The chancellor calling his bluff instead sent a nuclear warhead ballistic missile from an old NATO military operation satellite and killed two-thirds of the Iranian population and savagely leaving the remainder to lick their wounds while they died from radiation.

Iranian Muhammad Salam quickly surrendered over his Islamic banner and was forced to unite with the ten super states of Europe for the first time in decades Europe and Asia were joined together. Though China had taken the lead amongst the latter of the trading nationalist after the Russians stole the Ukrainian oil fields China United with them calling themselves the princes of the East. These nations worked overtime to network effective trade routes by convincing the poor countries to join them in their time of need and in great crisis Eurasia was able to build roads, railways, bridges, ports, pipelines throughout their lands and most importantly unite the cybersecurity systems fix for online trading and global banking.

When the war was complete the ancient silk road was running through Eurasia once more. It was established in stone to facilitate the flow of commerce not just with the biblical prophetic Kings of the East Chittim, China, and Rosh, Russia; but with United Europe conquering the Black Horn of Africa and the highlands of India and with China's control over the Panama canal the United European alliance with Latin America the prophecy known as the ‘Mart of Nations’ was taking its place. These nations joined forces and took over 66% of all global gross and were working side by side with the Latin American Pope Francis who was in office at the time. It was because of him that the alliance was made and once the beast took out all the pawns it moved aggressively to the king and queen of Great Britain demanding the coronation chair in Westminster Abbey.

However, the day Italy a member of the G7 economical inclined super  nations had traded on the US by allowing China to park at its Roman ports Britain, America, Israel with its Canadian, South African, and Austrian allies called the thunder then by surprise and then the nick of time Antiochus Epiphanes first year law graduate was promoted attorney general and worked out a so-called diplomatic solution to persuade the world court at the United Nations to disarm our nuclear arms under the condition that the thirty trillion American debt accumulation be paid to the Eurasian investment Banks. This was a new way of peace, love and harmony for the American people and its allied forces. A second chance. Antiochus managed to do what no man has done before however I knew this so-called rewritten last solution for America was a hoax, a ploy, a counterfeit peace treaty to uproot the United States Constitution and throw it away forever. I knew this direct assault against the Bride of Liberty and God's true church opened the doors to the Great tribulation we were living in the last days. Two FEMA prison guards have been assigned to direct ops the morning of my trial. I had been transported to the supreme Court in Washington and awaited my trial in the holding cell outside the courtroom. Nine Chief justices along with the twelve delegated emissaries which included Antiochus formed a hedge around the back wall all seated in their half oval shaped benches.

They were all wearing their black chambermaids gowns. I noticed upon the back wall the Great seal of the US of the bald eagle bearing the motto E Pluribus Unuin, meeting out of many one, had been taken down and replaced with the bronze cast image of an everlasting ouroboros signifying the cycle of life; nor was there an American flag but a Vatican flag representing the universal rule of the church and state sitting beside the new world order flag. Antiochus had succeeded in overthrowing the United States government becoming the stone the builders accepted.

Everything was foreign to me, I was sworn in under the new world decoration, and I was told I would have to represent myself. My cheeks were sunken, and bags were under my eyes and bruises  and cuts on my cheeks. The two Barbaric guards took a hold of each of my arms and led me to the middle of the courtroom. They told me to take a seat, so I did. From out of the corner of my left eye I noticed the tyrannis Hellen Epiphanes who stood on the left side of the table running parallel across the room. Though she was not wearing a chamber gown, but a woman suit and carrying a clipboard down by her waist. She clearly had taken up the defense for the prosecution. The atmosphere was dreadful though I felt a gust of Peace weep over me and my eternal voice all-encompassing told me everything would be okay. If God before me who could be against me, I told myself. I heard people in the pews whispering then I heard the entrance doors closed behind me, and my commander Master Chief brushed by me and his whites that was ribbons and metals glimmered off his chest I noticed the New world seal was also pinned to his sleeve. Antiochus came from out the chambers and was whispering with his mother, then he had a seat in the middle of the justices.

The prison guard stood.

All rises.

The other guard ordered me to my feet quietly. Antiochus voice was charismatic and enchanting speaking a language all on its own pulling the attention of the courtroom in like gravity. I turned my head leftward and caught Hellen’s Hasty gaze. She clearly wanted to issue out a dark sentence against me. I stood to my feet respectively with my hands beside my hips. Antiochus had eyeglasses tipped down to his nose and was reading a piece of paper. When he looked up I could see something or someone had caught his attention. Then I felt the presence of someone coming up from behind me. Antiochus expression whimsically seem to be intoxicated at the site.

My heart pounded in my chest I felt an almost uncontrollable urge to call out her name, but I was no idiot she wore a white hat with the DA. It was Angel Faith. I wonder did she join forces with the dark side. I was not sure. After putting a stack of files on Hellen’s table she approached the bench and gave Antiochus a piece of paper then said something, but I could not make it out. When she turned around, we traded glances her mannerisms were restrained. I was clueless and Antiochus spoke.

Please be seated. My knees buckled underneath me and I intensely took my seat. Hellen pretentiously walk to the center of the honorary bench spinning around and flipping her hair out. Her expression Grimm though she smirked making direct eye contact with me. She flared her nostrils with anger seemingly to want to kill me Right where I stood.

Raise out your right hand up and tilt it 45° outward and state your name please. I did not even flinch and stayed quiet as a church mouse and saluted American patriotic 45° salute bending my elbow and raising my hand above my brow the good old American Way. I noticed my command. master chief pretending not to notice. I knew he had to be feeling some kind of shame. There was no way in hell I was going to surrender under oath using some kind of tectonic medieval Nazi salute.

State your name sir, she asked a second time. Okay how about I state your name for you! Michael Gabriel.

I said nothing, and the examination began. The tyrannis took the floor.

Michael Gabriel is it true that you served under special forces with the Navy SEAL team six of Little Creek amphibious Air Force Base?

Yes, I said boldly and then cut a glance in my commander Master Chief and looked the way. I looked back at my accuser.

Did you not swear to defend your country?

Rightly so, I did.

Right. So please can you tell me why your commander Master Chief who was with us today. She paused and beamed over at him. Please Commander be acknowledged. He did. Come forward please?

He did though timidly looking upon me. I once was honored to serve under him. He is the one who taught me to be a man of principal and now I am the bad guy. Hellen looked at him then went back to Antiochus. I cornered my eye and my socket wrenching to see Angel. She looks scarcely nervous.

Commander Master Chief, when the United States president declared martial law after Antiochus application with the world Court did you or did you not receive an executive order to assemble your team in Little Creek Virginia?

Yes, ma'am I did.

And did Michael Gabriel Master Chief do so?

No, he did not, he answered slowly.

And exactly what did you do when he did not report?

I personally called him and when his house phone disconnected, I drove to his home in Pungo, Va.

And with Michael there at his residence in Pungo, VA?

No, he was not.

In fact, is it true that nobody was home not even his son Bonnie or his dog?

It is, nobody was there.

Tell me was there even a trace of him having been home at all?

No ma'am there was no trace of any kind of evidence that he was home.

Tell me sir, how did Michael respond when you told him the Constitution was being revoked for purposes of peace with nuclear threatening governments?

He didn't say much at all.

Did he say that he would report?

No, he just said that it was the straw that would finally break the camel's back.

I know the phrase well.

Command Master Chief was Michael Gabriel your commanding point man and sniper?

He was and having 127 kills through 4-year tours in the Middle East.

And were you proud of his bravery when he was awarded with the medal of Honor for saving his brother in arms and taking on gorilla opposition?

I was.

How do you feel about him today? he spoke nothing. Commander Master Chief how do you feel about him today?

I don't feel proud none the least. he glared at me confused with hatred.

You may be seated Commander Master Chief. Hellen paced the floor collectively.

Michael Gabriel, Michael, Michael, Michael. Tell me do you hate your country?

I said nothing.

Let me rephrase that do you hate Antiochus Epiphanes who will be judging you today?

I spoke, I hate no one, hate is a strong word! And if I hate something I would have had to loved it first to learn to hate it.

She chuckled and the courtroom remained quiet. Why were you found in Liberty crown with a military issue sniper rifle that was pointed at Antiochus Epiphanes the night of the precision December 25th, 2025?

I remained stoic and said nothing.

Guard please bring out the evidence. She snapped her fingers, everyone moved there eyes on the guard who brought out the rifle.

Is this your rifle, Michael Gabriel? I nodded slightly but said nothing. Antiochus peered up at me sharply speaking out in rage the examination was personally getting too close for his comfort knowing I might have killed him execution style.

Are you incompetent or just plain stupid? Angel flinched in fright, I traded glances with him; his eyes were dark empty and depraved of love. Hellen’s dark expression spoke on its own.

Mr. Gabriel, I believe you're wasting this Court's time. How do you plea on the charges of treason and the abduction of the 144,000 FEMA subjects from Hollywood? Hellen said clearly.

Look at him not the slightest bit of remorse. Antiochus continued under a chuckle.

Do you have anything to say before I sentence you here today, Michael Gabriel?

I said nothing but held a gaze of indifference.

Very well on behalf of the New world order I hereby sentence you to death by crucifixion!

I swiveled my head on my shoulders.

Yes, I know, it's our newest statue from our oldest playbook, a new Rome needs to rule Roman law.

I traded glances with Angel who nodded with a look of approval. It seemed to me she had in fact joined the dark side and I was without hope and America was without a helper!

Chapter 3

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he two guards grabbed me up forcefully back through the wooden trap door connecting to the bullpen and locked me in the back. It was about an hour later that a different prison guard opened the steel door. He shackled my hands and feet and then escorted me down the hallway. I heard a lock click and then a door opened. The guard told me to watch my step as I crossed over the gaping threshold to a concrete parking lot outside the building. The warm spring breeze felt good on my skin. I saw a white Ford van pull around then turned back and crossed over the other side. Before I can make out the driver the guard put a black blindfold on my head and I begin to have a flashback when I was in Fallujah the so-called jihadist safe haven west of Baghdad. It was 6,000 Marines and soldiers who are assaulting the city and I was covering the unit bravo compromised of 180 Marines. The plan was to push from the northern edge of the city to its southern end where it emptied into the desert. As I crossed over a litter-filled street a band of Hilux came from behind killing two marines only 18 years old who I met earlier that day. I took cover behind a car and had been left behind when I was dropped by a blunt force and fell to the ground. Before I could stand up a man blindfolded me and others grabbed me, and zip tied my hands. I could smell the diesel from their Humvees. The men were screaming Jang, which means war. I was taken captive. I remember thinking I was going to die. That same stitch of burning diesel crept up my nose. A door open and I heard a man shout.

Michael Gabriel for transport. his voice sounded familiar I knew I heard it before. The guard told me to step up and he guided me into the back of the van and pushed me back against the wall and shackled my hand to the seat. Everything was closing in and spending around and around. I kept thinking of the last words Antiochus said, a new room needs to rule new Roman law!

Stay put! The guard grunted in a chuckle and slammed the door. My mind raced and the van accelerated over a speed bump and blessed through a set of gates. I counted a few left turns and we were on the interstate what I thought to be the Metro beltway just outside of the state's capital but I did not know which direction we were heading. I kept flashing back to the Fallujah; my ears were ringing, and the enraged men were screaming to kill me. As the vehicle span its Wheels out down the bumpy Street, we suddenly started losing speed and I felt a warm liquid spray on my face. I was alive! My commander Master Chief had pulled up in the Nic of time and I was saved by grace. Later that night I thanked him. He told me that I did not need to thank him because he was just protecting and serving his country. He spoke that I was the best man on the team, and he was not about to try to win the war without me.

Then suddenly I flashed back to the courtroom when Hellen was examining him. I recall an emotion of guilt for a split second, I thought maybe it was me, was I wrong or was that a lie from hell? Though it was discouraging to feel like I was the bad guy. If that courtroom full of people had rocks, they would have stoned me to death. As the wheels kept turning, I closed my eyes and drifted into a sleep.

I was not sure how long we drove until I woke up bound hand and foot bouncing uncomfortable on the hard steel. I was restless, hungry, and scared to tell you the truth. I could tell by judging the motion of the van bouncing and turning of the tires that we had come off the interstate and down an exit ramp. We drastically begin reducing speed before the van cut a left turn down and gravel road. I figured we had arrived at whatever federal prison compound I would be held at. The van had come to a sudden stop and the driver stepped out and began walking along the side of the van I could hear the rocks crunching underneath his feet. The door opened and the guard pulled off my blindfold. I was blinded by the sunlight and humidity permeated on my skin.

The heat was thick, so thick you could see it.

Michael. The guard said.

Michael. He spoke. again, trying to make out what he said and still blinded by the sun unable to see. I tried to focus in making the adjustment squinting my eyes.

Michael it's me your cousin Nick.

My heart raced I thought I was dreaming. Nick?

Come on we got to hurry there's not much time. A wave of relief washed over me. I asked again to be sure.

Nick, is that really you?

My vision came back to as the sun was slightly obscuring by a moving cloud. It was him; it was really him.

Unbelievable, but how?

Ask me questions later, hurry up and step out so I can unshackle your hands and feet. He ordered. I hunched down wobbling out of the door and into the light. The blue sky big was bright. I was out of confinement. I saw a buzzard circling in a field as Nick pulled out the key to uncuff me.

Where are we?

North Carolina a little place called Knotts Island. Bonnie will be here in a minute to take us over the ferry Gus has a helicopter waiting for us and in a county on the other side."

Currituck, that's where the monster truck shows used to be at.

The grave digger exactly! I looked to the horizon and a black sedan was coming down a gravel road. As it approached closer, I could see through the glass windshield it was Bonnie and tears began to drip down my cheeks.

Hurry come on! Bonnie exclaimed while rolling down the window of the truck. I made haste and we got into the car with Bonnie and we were off down the old gravel road. We crossed over the water on a ferry and drove to the back of this monster truck station.

Who's going to be flying that bird?

Me, Gus said. As he stepped outside of a parked car.

I got my license with the CIA paramilitary. It was protocol for me to learn. I smiled my team had come for me they had rescued me out of the arms of the tyrant. In the sky I watch down as the pine trees gave way to cornfields we went Southwest and through the deserts of the flyover states. I remained quiet staring at Bonnie sitting in front of me.

Where exactly are we headed? I broke the silence.

Uncle Al's, where do you think? puzzled, I asked.

How did you get through the new world of security? Nick sighed.

When you got captured, I had one of two choices, let you perish under the tyrant or join the New world order become one of them and set you free.

Nick put his arm out revealing his wrist.

You took the mark of the beast?

I had no choice it's my zodiac sign of the bull but do not worry as long as we can kill Antiochus, we can reverse the effects.

Right and if we can't?

Be optimistic everyone's been working around the clock to get you out of that god-forsaken prison.

I know, thank you cousin. Where is Angel Faith? Is she okay?

Yeah, she is, Bonnie said lightly while studying the desert below.

She's the one who set this up. I smiled as a ray of warmth touched my soul. Maybe she did not join the dark side after all?

Bonnie by the way, what happened to you that night I was captured?

I didn't know what to do so I called Gus and he didn't answer so I called Angel.

You did?

"Yes of course I did she helped me out I stayed awake