Chamber of Candace: John and the Keeper, #1

By Bobby David

An intricately weaved tell tale though much and the more told: is more and the much hard to believe. About a man shunned by death, and bound by the earth's Armageddon. Sparked by the sobering incidence of a long asked question:

Is John the revelator indeed still alive?

Is thus abruptly answered when out of the blue a much marred and buffeted stranger assumes the stairs of a mission house. And there much laboriously announcing self as John before collapsing there under their pews and passing out.

Faced with the ideal of a choice to harbor him or disassociate self with his tall tales of the unending supernatural wars. The priest and his wife real quickly dispose him to a local hospital. Aiding set at one a new beginning of the sage and the keeper.

Twined by the desire to necessitate God's design for man. They thus patrol men's lives to avail an unhindered canvas where man can paint unpardonable choices loosed of the ills of darkness.

 

• Language: English
• Publisher: Bobby David
• Release date: Apr 8, 2024
• ISBN: 9798224012602

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Epilogue

There is a world set beyond our reach where the angels and a set of dedicated men serve God for us, in that world they are known as the watchers and the keepers. There in the shadows of our hectic lives, they toil with much zeal and anguish to encourage us and even to avoid catastrophies.

They are to right the errors of the eventual so that they may not spill on to the innocent. These men as the angels serve in the spiritual, these also are dedicated to serve in the hidden physical. Inspired by God’s desire to allow us to serve and do all according to our will through His will. Here they without acknowledgement serve going in and out of our daily lives to pave a way for the design of God for our lives  to come to pass.

For both the glory and vengeance of God to be manifest, he sends out one  or the other to our rescue. They are not a prayer team, they are who prayer teams cause God to mobilise when they enter the prayer oven. These are the answers to our prayers, they are exponents of God’s will, ravaging where ravage is needful and soothing where  solace is apparent.

Not supposed to be seen, these frustrate the intent  of evil and weave the will of God through the expanse of time. They climb the tassels of our anguish and join together the pieces to intertwine the weave of correlation in to being. So that the glory may reach our dear Lord, to Him and to Him alone be all the honour and glory. And here are their unsung stories....

468 Years Ago

"T he greatest mystery of this life is the act of war. That there is war in the spirit as there is war in the physical. The key attribute still is there was war before we were created and there is war even in our days. The enemy called sin cannot just give up. The haunt of desire, is the child of war. How did the created desire the eminence of the creator? It puzzles all,but none the less until the end of things we shall be at war.

War is not just in the scheme of things, but there is war in life and there is war in death. There is war in riches and there is war in poverty. There is war in education and there is war in miseducation. And where there is war in the field, we cannot end it until we find the controller of that war and that is why God has set watchers in the spirit, keepers in the physical, to curb and to design war, to build and to destroy, to uphold and to scatter, to eliminate and to nominate. And at the end of it all, He is the Man of war who creates both good and woe. Gentlemen only the good Lord can save us, and we need to look deep in to the word, Gentleman McLeauran gave this rhetoric to amend their deliberately damaged morale. Lets face this times with dignity, to say I tried and never gave up. To say I will wait no more, it is happening and in my time. The state of Christianity is a battle field, gentlemen we should wake up to the truth that the day we said we are born again we provoked an enemy. The day we said we shall praise Him, poor or rich we shall praise Him. Broken or happy we shall praise Him, with all joy, we took the office of a failed rival. And he is our arch rival, and over and above he is the enemy of our Lord. Gentlemen let us not lose hope, let us cling to faith though we do not see a thing."

A conclave was summoned because of a whisper of an elder about the alternative. The earlier clergy men content with the truce of the axe and the cross having a middle man were caused to slumber while the enemy searched the lines of the cross.

One fateful night they have struck the jesuits the world over without failure. The truth about the keeper of the oracle had to be revealed. A  rather chaste three months of utter torcher had luminated and passed since Elder Macron proved there is such a thing and he was a custodian. So the elite of the clergy men were summoned the world over to come and see a way out.

Neither three days of desperate and anxious fidgeting about the perils the fulcrum had to out do to reach the conclave, or the aimless chatter nor amount of waiting had availed the scroll keeper. The clergy men utterly resorted to the ideal of regaining the supernatural power that was seen through Christ but the optimistic among them desired the educated way of an investigation. Yet the investigation if revealed by any means will break the whole truce loose.

Only the book inside the book was the remedy. ‘The signs should follow them’ and they thought it was the only way to defeat the axe. Not just this instance but for good. Overcome by the clergy men’s impute Professor Paul full of scholarly rebuke emphatically uttered, That’s utterly insane empiricism Sir Morales, how can a book be in a book. Don’t the church council have any better things to discuss.

Saint Marcus smiled as he knew not only him but the oracle of the order was changed. If there was a pressing man to cancel the exhuming of the book from the book, the clutter would abate the reformation movement a while more. And the working of a hopeless religion will afford them the luxury of using men like Professor Paul’s knowledge to the good of the perversion. Having been tasked with the exceedingly hideous duty to nab the scroll from a twenty fourth generation Macron meant he had to do the unlikely, to reap it from immaculate consecutive succession.

Never before had any of the watchers of the oracle lost it. Infact only one clergy leader had the luxury of even eyeing it, let alone touch it. It  was the tip of epitome among the clergy men; like wealth, it made the Macrons the most envied in an exceedingly sacred way. Not that it was a famous thing but rather that it was the rarest of opportunities because it was the whisper of the uppermost clergy men, and every man that ever knew was sworn to secrecy until the inevitable happens.

Contemplation was an enough cause of excommunication from the high society, and a conspiracy would mean a planned doom for his entire family, for the sake of the cross. The noumenon is of the Macrons and the book in the book is of the church, and yet a  Macron had to open the scroll for all to start working at disecting the Bible, to get out what shall be called the Holy Bible.

A cast of jesuits were bred for the sole cause to act in the case of any move or the threat there of. If he was caught he was toast and if he prevailed he would seat at the head of the table for the old ones.

He could not believe how he was feeling. A nausea was bloating him giving a constant desire to relieve himself. It was not the meal, they had practically had the best epicurean dish ever, and all would agree it was much on the small side. He desired greatly to seize the scroll as much as he desired the oracle to disperse without it being visible. The discussion itself was so tense you could cut it with a knife. The desperate strive to ease self from the lying wonders of the perversion had debilitated the clergy men’s patience to none at all.

The conclumarance was not about stealing a prophecy, but the lust of power was the deeper motivation driving Marcus. The title Saint was not enough to set a decent meal on the table, let alone the weighter price of having to sacrifice his soul to the secret society’s elite, it was not just insane but also was beyond his wildest dreams. But to sit at the head of the table meant him and his generations will have it all, ruling this world behind closed doors.

Freemasonry was well known to be the grand scapegoat among the clergy men of the day since the times of King Solomon. He opened the door and in the alleys and deep ways, men congregated to intertwine the power of being a clergy man by day and a freemasonry by night. They even constructed the ideal of the axe and the cross working together. Despite the beauty of the fantasy, Marcus knew Macron would hunt him to the edge of the world, if he discovered he was even part of the planning team to swindle the scroll.

It has long been prophesied and it is in the interest of both the axe and the cross, that there is a book in the Bible that is the Holy Bible, gentleman McLeauran spoke staunchly without a wave of remorse or a weavering from the topic of discussion. Then he impressed on his opening statement. I am tired of shaking in my pants each time the axe is mentioned, astoundingly it was a definite practically for he was of the build of a rake. Skinny to the core, lanky is the most appropriate description of his stature and it was rather by design rather than a taunting, he was just a really skinny person and so he continued, I refuse to remain helpless for good. I sure must be a witness to the reformation. It does not matter the cost, the book must be found and we should no longer compromise for the sake of just living another day. If we perish for the truth let it be now Sir Paul, we have seen the best of our days any way.

No!, not me, exclaimed the young man who is there for the purpose of being a secretary though he was serving both the axe and the cross clergies. But Sir Morales warned him sternly , Quiet! young man, and be the scribe you were brought here to be. This is a gentlemen’s oracle you are exceedingly young to partake but for your young hands to hold the pen and write. Sirs consider and understand the perils of my journey to Rome or the knocks I had to endure of the carriage to be here. I wrote profusely refusing to make this journey but the head of the clergy insisted."

That’s just an axiom for self pity Sir Morales! I too had to face the perils of the high seas and the wild to be here, but none the less I wait, we know what has become of the Church of England, and his Majesty’s ways in it sir! Indeed Sir Morales, It is for the welfare of the church to step out of religion, to witness God walk in our midst. We should and must come out of the shadow of the axe, Sir McLeauran reiterated.

Saint Marcus yet saw an opportune time to cause them to throw more words at each other for him to drive the oracle to a standstill, and a possible nullification for a season. The nausea and the job he accepted condemned him raining a clutter of daggers to his conscience in such a way that he could no longer contain.

He was already handsomely rewarded for the possible dissolution of the meeting and a possible total abortion of the conclave would earn him a possible place just among the old ones. But he wanted it all, a seat at the head of the table and that meant producing the ‘legend’ of the high society, the book in the book oracle.  It was an exclusive honour that will resonate in his clan for generations innumerable in his cunning mind he had thought.

He had to be crafty to even move the gentlemen’s hearts an inch. For they had determined to no longer allow the prophecy to be a hearsay, but a movement they had assured   themselves will begin with them.

Gentlemen I have a preposition for you. There is a young prophet that I used to know, though he was banned by the clergy to continue his practices, I hope he would be of great use to us. I will say it again, may be, may be he will aid us unravel the mystery of the ‘scrolls’, He had Dimtiri in heart, he knew he would be able to annihilate their unity at the snap of a finger with his omens and he would bare all the glory. By the end of the day the organised chats would be a random warfare. And in the midst of the battle he would be able to secure the scroll of the oracle at least in the pretense of safe keeping.

Marcus being a keeper of the keys to the stone safe, he had the right to keep safe all valuables in the hands of the gentlemen. That is if they qualified as sacred articles and definitely the oracle scroll would qualify without a resolution having to be reached. But even more amazing it would bring in two or more guards of honour, of