Jihada: The Lost Scriptures Page 14

  The by now petrified CIA passengers and the restrained co-pilot screamed simultaneously in terror as the plane tilted onto its’ side and disappeared into the open mouth of the erupting volcano. Items flew around the cabin and cups of coffee emptied themselves over the seated, screaming men. Only Michael, Theodore and McNaught remained silent and outwardly calm.

  The gamble worked. The plane was now back at 35,000 feet and flying over the Atlantic Ocean on its way to America. There was no spilled coffee, and everything else in the cabin was in its’ rightful place.

  ‘Your brother Michael’? asked McNaught calmly.

  Michael nodded.

  ‘So it didn’t really happen then, he simply took over control of our minds and we thought that it was reality. His powers must be limitless’.

  ‘No Sir James’, Theodore interrupted, ‘his powers are not limitless and it really did happen. Furthermore, he does not have the ability to take over your mind; both Michael and I have tried that; you have the power to resist; soon, you will have far more power than even he can imagine’.

  As he spoke, Theodore took from his pocket a small battery operated dictaphone, and played back the screams of the CIA men. It did happen gentlemen; it was very, very real’.

  Frank, the wounded CIA operative, looked deeply into Theodore’s eyes; Frank could not read minds, however years of training and CIA work had taught him never to leave a question unasked, particularly one as perplexing as this one. ‘How did you know that we wouldn’t all die Theodore; we flew straight into the mouth of an erupting volcano; I could feel the heat, furthermore, I am still sweating and was pretty much on the verge of literally shitting myself’?

  Theodore smiled as he saw the other men in the cabin smiling, and paused for a few seconds before answering. ‘I have been into the JIHADA’S mind Frank when his guard was down; only for a split second, maybe even less than that. It was long enough; I have an eidetic memory, and at a glance, I read the whole book of his mind. I know everything about him from his childhood to his plans for the fulfillment of the LOST SCRIPTURES. He does have limits to his powers. He cannot kill. He can only control people to do his bidding; as long as our plane was pilotless and not under our control, he was unable to crash it. That would have meant killing us. Michael is exactly the same; I haven’t needed to enter Michael’s mind; he told me so’.

  ‘What about Allah Michael’, asked McNaught, ‘if we pose such a threat to the LOST SCRIPTURES, why didn’t Allah kill us’?

  ‘That would have been against the Rules of the Universe Sir James; the Gods can only create—they cannot destroy; they leave that to whatever dominant species evolves on the planet’.

  Frank looked at Michael, and then at each of the other seated men in turn before speaking. ‘Michael, I am not too sure that I believe in any of this God thing, but you seemed to be implying that there are other inhabited planets, with your references to dominant species in the plural’.

  ‘Of course there are other inhabited planets’, Michael seemed genuinely surprised at the question, ‘you didn’t honestly think that out of the billions of planets in the galaxy, life could only evolve on one of them, did you? The Gods create the planets and then evolution takes over, the Gods then play no further role in the future of the planet’.

  ‘Why then are they interfering with our planet Michael’? McNaught asked.

  ‘There is a very complex answer that will cover a very simple question, Sir James’. Michael stroked his chin as he replied, ‘Since before time began, the work of the Gods has always been usurped by evolution. The Gods have no control over evolution. It just always happens whenever conditions allow it to. Sometimes it takes billions of years for the first and most primitive of life forms to appear; and billions of years for a destructive dominant species to evolve. Without exception though, a dominant species has always emerged that threatens the very existence of the planet. Millions of planets have been destroyed by the emergence of that dominant species, either by the invention of weapons that have run out of control, - computers or artificial life forms that have taken control,- the creation of biological or chemical agents, - the depletion of natural resources; - even the destruction of atmosphere’

  ‘What about things like volcanoes, earthquakes, tsunami’s; why not create more of those to reduce the dominant species’? McNaught, like Michael, in an involuntary motion, scratched his bearded chin as he spoke.

  ‘These are natural events that the Gods have no control over Sir James, the Gods cannot kill; that is against the Rules of the Universe, and that is why the JIHADA was returned to the planet, his job is to prevent the human race from destroying itself and the planet. This will be achieved by arranging for most of the dominant species to do the job themselves; you have just witnessed the beginning of such an action; ultimately this action will save the planet. The LOST SCRIPTURES are the means by which he will achieve this’.

  The men all sat in stunned silence before McNaught finally spoke. ‘Where do you fit into all this Michael, the theory of the LOST SCRIPTURES saving the planet seems to be pretty sound to me even though I may not agree with the methods chosen or the religion that it leaves behind’?

  Michael looked around the cabin with a smile on his face before he spoke. ‘Gentlemen, the Gods recognized the problems facing this planet a little over 2000 years ago and tried to correct them. You did not listen. They had seen the early warning signs of a species of immense intelligence and creative ability, yet a species hell bent on self destruction.

  There was nothing new to them in what they saw; it was simply a repeat of what inevitably happens to every planet at the end of its life. The dominant species always eventually self destructs and takes with it all other life forms. The dominant species on this planet cannot stop breeding and commandeering more and more of the planet’s surface at the expense of all other life forms and the planet’s resources. It is unable to control its numbers and has to be culled.

  Evolution has created a species so advanced, that they can now control all forms of viruses and diseases, and at the same time are eliminating most other life forms that help to maintain a sustainable balance. The Gods created a religion 2000 years ago that initially resulted in a limited form of culling by means of fear of the unknown, followed by persecution and warfare. A rival more animated and uncompromising religion was created 1500 years ago to plan for this moment. The human race is now embarking on its own culling program without being aware of why it is doing it. In fact, it isn’t even aware that it is doing it.

  As to the question as to why I am here; The Christian God refused to accept the one sided nature of the culling; I am here to prevent the excesses of my brother; Allah is not pleased. Whenever the Gods need to cull a dominant species, they always observe the Rules of the Universe, and present a counter balance to ensure that the rules are never broken or biased in favor of one God. It has always been so since before time began’.

  Everyone in the cabin sat in silence for quite a considerable time, each man trying to digest the information that Michael had passed over. Both Theodore and McNaught felt that he was holding something back.

  Theodore probed Michael’s mind; Michael blocked him. McNaught took the opportunity to enter and suddenly jumped back in his chair, shouting, ‘Jesus Christ, you have both been here before; that means that the JIHADA is Mohammad and you are----oh no please tell me that all this is just a dream’.

  The plane flew on towards America.

  The JIHADA was listening in to the conversation; both Theodore and Michael had dropped their guard as their minds fought each other. He had entered and moved on unnoticed. He had not been able to enter McNaught’s mind but as he had probed the minds of both Michael and Theodore; McNaught had seized his chance. A clearer picture of the JIHADA’s plans and intentions was beginning to emerge. McNaught’s powers were now increasing exponentially.

  It would not be long before McNaught would have control over Michael, Theodore, and the JIHADA; at the moment,
he was unsure of his next move once he had taken control. He was also unsure of where these powers were coming from. ‘There is no magic’ was now a redundant expression: there was magic, and he was now the one on whom the greatest powers of magic were bestowed: but from where, and by whom? What was the purpose of these powers? Were they being dispensed by Allah or by the Christian God?

  Could there possibly be more than the two Gods as Michael had implied? Every civilization since before records began had worshipped a multitude of Gods. Were all these Gods for real; if not, why had every civilization worshipped them; there had never been any logical explanation other than the theory of “The God Gene”.

  What if all of these Gods really existed; where exactly did he fit in? Deep down in the deepest and darkest recesses of his mind, he knew that there was an answer to all of these questions, however, some force was at work that was preventing him from accessing this information.

  CHAPTER 20

  On Home Soil

  The Presidential plane landed at Andrews air force base close to Washington, to be met by a bullet and bomb proof limo. Theodore had planned well, and never left anything to chance. Shots rang out as the limo left the base, and sniper bullets bounced off the bodywork and windows. Well positioned military snipers were quickly in action, and a half dozen would be assassins soon lay dead. The enemy were already at the gate but were unidentifiable, their only break from the normality of American life being an affiliation to a secret 1500 year old religious script; an allegiance known only to a handful of the faithful.

  The CIA men in the limo were confused; how did the snipers know where and when the plane would be landing; there had been no communication between the aircraft and the military base throughout the journey until a few minutes before reaching the American coastline? Both Theodore and McNaught read and understood their confusion, themselves being unable to answer the question. Michael smiled, the answer was quite apparent; Theodore had “told” the JIHADA during the flight when he had entered his thoughts, as both he and Theodore had fought to block each other. Both Theodore and McNaught nodded as Michael flashed the answer to them.

  After a short journey under armed escort, Theodore, McNaught, Michael and their two CIA bodyguards were ushered into the White House and the President’s personal “safe room”, where the President and Mario Molinari were already seated, and deep in discussion. Both men stood up to greet the new arrivals.

  The President viewed the party for a few seconds before speaking, and looking directly at Michael said, ‘I presume Theodore, that this young man is Michael, the magician that can perform REAL magic; show me some magic please Michael before we sit down, I do need a bit of convincing before I am prepared to accept all these stories about the Gods and what they intend to do with all of us’.

  Michael walked towards the President and without taking his dark, soulless eyes away from the President’s eyes, handed him a wallet and spoke quietly.

  ‘I believe that your credit card expires at the end of this month sir’.

  An open mouthed President took possession of his own wallet, that seconds before had been in the inside pocket of his jacket over the back of a chair some 5 yards away: he opened it and checked the expiry date on the credit card. His eyes widened and his jaw dropped even lower in disbelief.

  Theodore and McNaught smiled at the look of shock horror that appeared on the President’s face; it was not a condescending smile, it was a look of genuine pleasure and an expression of relief that from now on, a very stubborn and head strong President would be receptive to much of the information and counter measures which they were about to propose. Bringing the military men on board would be considerably more difficult; being in control of the worlds’ most effective and destructive weapons often gave off an uncomplicated yet uncontrollable feeling of omnipotence. There was never a problem in their own particular world that could not be resolved by either a military threat or response.

  McNaught was introduced, and his special qualities explained, qualities that did not in any way compare to the Magic that Michael had just performed. A thought was suddenly flashed through his mind. ‘Oh yes you can Sir James’. Michael had spoken without speaking. Theodore confirmed, also without speaking.

  With a follow me hand gesture, President Michael Kenneth Steinberg beckoned the party to sit down, a new found confidence suddenly engulfing him. He had felt naked and vulnerable without the presence of Theodore; now he had new allies; - allies that he felt he could trust; - allies that he felt may just allow him to turn the Islamic tide in his favor. Events were moving along at a frightening pace, and at the moment any thought of a proactive plan was redundant before it could even be discussed; all that he had at his disposal was a pretty ineffectual reactive damage limitation program.

  ‘What the fuck is going off Theodore’, the President asked, ‘what is the grand plan; things are moving much too quickly to be just spontaneous; is this JIHADA fellow orchestrating all of this’?

  ‘Pretty much so sir, but the grand plan is relatively simple. It involves the elimination of all people on earth that are not Muslim. There will only be Islam is what is written in the LOST SCRIPTURES, and the entire Muslim world is interpreting this literally’.

  The President looked at Michael as he spoke, ‘Can your brother achieve this Michael without destroying all life on earth. Can’t you fucking speak to him; there must be something that the richer nations on earth can give him in order to stop him? What exactly is he after, money, power, world domination; have we got another fucking Hitler or Stalin on our hands’?

  ‘I can speak to him anytime that I wish sir, even now. There is no power on earth or material wealth that interests him; he answers only to Allah. If only one person survives on earth sir, and that one person is Muslim, then the Prophesy of the LOST SCRIPTURES will have been achieved. It is not about numbers; numbers are irrelevant in the grand scheme of things. The Christian God brought me back again in order to prevent such an outcome’.

  President Steinberg had a very sharp brain, and responded immediately. ‘Brought you back again Michael? You mean that you have been here before’?

  Michaels’ dark and deep soulless eyes penetrated inexorably into the President’s eyes and inner thoughts. The President understood; he did indeed have a very sharp brain.

  The President and Mario then filled in Michael, Theodore and McNaught with all the up to date information regarding the ever escalating world turmoil.

  Theodore broke into the conversation. ‘That wasn’t the JIHADA’S plan sir; - the idea was for a nuclear first strike on Israel before she could fire off any of her own nuclear missiles; that then would have opened up the whole of the Middle East and the eastern Mediterranean, and totally destroyed the world’s financial system; the whole world would have virtually reverted back to trading in colored beans. Every country would have become totally ungovernable.

  ‘How the hell do you know that Theodore, did he tell you’?

  ‘Well, yes, I suppose he did at the airport sir, he just wasn’t aware that he was doing it at the time, and by the time he discovered my intentions, it was too late, I had extracted and retained everything relating to his future plans’.

  President Steinberg rested both his elbows on the desk in front of him, clenched both his hands together, and rested his chin on them. He then closed both of his eyes and said in resignation, ‘ OK Theodore, and exactly what other useful information did he volunteer that might just save me from having to grow a beard and never eat pork chops and bacon sandwiches again’?

  Everyone in the room smiled. Theodore was never sure whether the President was joking at his expense or not; he had never seen the funny side of any joke that he had ever been told; they all seemed so pointlessly irrelevant and illogical; where he came from, no one ever made jokes; there was no such things as jokes; he knew though to laugh when everyone else did as he didn’t want to stand out too much. His enormous intellect and his eidetic memory were already enough to se
t him on a different course to everyone else.

  Theodore started to speak, at the same time, looking upwards as if seeking divine inspiration. ‘Firstly sir, the JIHADA is modifying his plans as events unfold. He did not expect Michael to live through the explosion at the Aspin club back in England, and now Michael presents a serious threat. His powers are still well in advance of Michaels’ as he has spent his whole life in preparation for this moment. He is also now confronted with the minds of Sir James and myself. The three of us together represent the most serious threat that he is likely to encounter. For that reason, our lives will be in constant danger. Soon though, the growing power of Sir James will far outstrip any earthly powers that HE possesses; he is aware of this and is beginning to accelerate his plans. He is also plotting to kill Sir James before it is too late’.

  ‘Wonderful news’ McNaught interrupted.

  Theodore smiled on seeing everyone else smiling and continued, at the same time wondering if McNaught had just made a joke. ‘What the JIHADA cannot do sir is take a life himself, neither can Allah; he finds this a constant source of irritation and frustration. For that reason, he can never turn any of our weapons on ourselves; it was however probably his “creation” that allowed the Iranians to explode our missiles. The one that exploded on board was an act of sabotage by one of our own sailors, a Muslim sailor.

  McNaught recognized that Theodore was lying. Theodore tried to block him. He no longer had the power as McNaught probed his mind for information. McNaught discovered that the JIHADA had nothing to do with the exploding missiles; he could not however discover the true culprit. Theodore closed down his mind; he brought down the barriers that prevented him from both thinking and reasoning, and carried on speaking without activating his thought processes.