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  ‘Because you can read his mind, and you have telepathic powers with which you can communicate with me. For the Prophesy of The LOST SCRIPTURES to be achieved in its entirety, the JIHADA must have either total control of my body and my mind, or have me eliminated. I should not have been here - the Christian God interfered - Allah is angry’.

  ‘Why should I be interested in the sibling rivalry between two brothers Michael, surely this is no more than a family matter, albeit a bloody messy and dangerous one’?

  ‘You have to be interested Sir James; to wave goodbye to the problem is to wave goodbye to life on earth.

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  CHAPTER13

  Sharia Law

  Theodore Warburton arrived first class at Birmingham International airport the next day after a four hour flight on one of British Airways new fleet of supersonic jets. The airport is situated on the Eastern outskirts of Birmingham, Britain’s second biggest city in the geographic centre of England, and is only a short drive away from the beautiful English Cotswold countryside. He was accompanied by two CIA agents throughout the flight. He was also accompanied by a thought; a probing thought. He had to constantly change his own thoughts. He was aware that he was being followed; not physically, nevertheless, there was a presence that would not leave him; it was constantly questioning the inner most reaches of his mind. As the plane neared England, the probing of his mind became stronger.

  Theodore silenced all talk between himself and his bodyguards; he needed to concentrate fully; he had to block all access to his thoughts; Michael’s safety was paramount: Theodore was aware of the fatwa.

  As he moved through the airport, accompanied by his two bodyguards, he became aware of the constant chatter that surrounded him; much of which was in Arabic: there was too much of it to isolate any one particular conversation, however it was all around no matter which way that he concentrated his listening. He probed minds; excited minds; there was no information to be gleaned, only recited verses of the Quran, repeated over and over again, interspersed with the phrase “Allahu Akbar”.

  He made his way to the toilets, his two bodyguards remaining dutifully outside the door, and proceeded to relieve himself of the countless cups of coffee he had drunk on the flight in order to prevent himself from falling asleep. He could not trust his sleeping mind to resist the constant probing that had become ever stronger as the plane crossed the Atlantic and approached the English coastline.

  As he crossed the room, he was suddenly aware that a great silence had descended on the airport. The sudden silence was deafening in its quiet intensity; he was also aware that he was not alone. There was no one else that he could see in the room, yet, there was someone there with him. He knew that the JIHADA was present. He felt the cold chill engulf him rendering him completely immobile and submissive. He felt his very mind being emptied of all thoughts; all knowledge. He felt the defenses that he had so effectively employed during the flight vanish into thin air. He was suddenly aware of an uncompromising and irresistible power; a power that surely only a God or a Prophet could possess.

  With his eyes closed, and a sharp violent shake of his head, Theodore Warburton regained his senses as the airport’s all pervading chatter and noise resumed, and as the foreboding chill and presence disappeared from the room and from his mind, he walked briskly to the toilet door and out to his two waiting bodyguards, who were by now amusing themselves observing several hundred passengers and airport employees spontaneously dropping to their knees and praying to Allah; all, aligning themselves to face to the East, - to face Mecca, - the birthplace of the Prophet Mohammad.

  ‘Was it just that time of day,’ Theodore thought, ‘or had they also felt the presence of the JIHADA’? If that was the case, did the death Fatwa also apply to himself? If so, it was time for a hasty retreat from the airport; but to where? He realized that to telepathically contact Michael now would almost certainly give away Michael’s location to the JIHADA: he had felt his probing, his questioning, during their toilet encounter and was relieved that not knowing Michael’s whereabouts had worked to his advantage. There was one other option, but he was not sure that it would work. He could try to contact Sir James McNaught; maybe, just maybe, such a contact would be able to evade the JIHADA’S probing thoughts.

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  Sir James McNaught was outside the cottage and beyond the reaches of the shield as the thought entered his mind. He was confused. Only Michael had ever entered his mind in this manner before, only Michael and that damned idiot at the White house.

  ‘Sorry Sir James’, came the response, ‘I was that damned idiot; where are you, I need to get to you urgently and get you out of the country before they find you both; you are aware of the Fatwa’?

  Sir James McNaught was only too aware of the Fatwa; he had almost been on the receiving end of it on two occasions, brought about by that damned meeting with Sir Rupert. Damn Sir Rupert and his blasted club. It had been his own vanity that had got him into this mess; once Sir Rupert had compared the young magician’s skills to his own, pride had taken over. How dare he compare the magical skills of a boy with those of the world’s greatest magician?

  ‘This is what you must do Sir James’. A simple plan was hatched for Theodore to find the cottage without in anyway utilizing the thoughts and mind of Michael.

  ‘Tell Michael that you must both remain behind the shield at all times’, and suddenly, like the end of a telephone conversation, both thoughts closed down simultaneously as McNaught re-entered the cottage and the protection of Michaels magnetic protection shield.

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  The American Embassy car pulled up outside the little Cotswold cottage, and Theodore Warburton climbed out, together with his two bodyguards, and the American Embassy driver. Only Theodore was unarmed. The four men were met by Michael’s driver Achmed and ushered inside.

  Five minutes earlier, a massive explosion had destroyed a substantial part of the Great Mosque of Mecca in Saudi Arabia, - the oldest and largest Mosque in the world, - Islam’s holiest shrine, - the most revered site in the Islamic World. It was the last day of the Hajj, and thousands of Muslim pilgrims had died.

  Inside the cottage, there was silence as the news flash hit the TV screen followed instantaneously by graphic pictures of the carnage that the blast had caused.

  ‘It is starting much sooner than I thought it would; my brother has been busy’.

  ‘This was the JIHADA’S handiwork Michael? - Are you sure’?

  ‘It was certainly orchestrated by him Theodore, but he would not have carried it out himself. He cannot take a life; that is against the Rules of the Universe; that rule applies to both of us; it also applies to the Gods; my brother has to arrange for others to take lives’.

  ‘What about the cruise missile that destroyed one of our ships, he took over 3000 lives there’? Frank, the taller of the CIA men spoke.

  ‘I cannot answer that one; he could not have caused it though; it is not within the rules’. Michael paused for a few seconds before continuing. ‘The most likely cause of the explosion was sabotage. The Muslim world has been planning for this moment for many years; your world has been blind to the danger; sleepwalking to its own destruction; oblivious to the rising power of Islam. Ever since the word of my brother’s birth filtered into the Islamic world, Muslims have been taking control of the major governments throughout the world. Your inaction may well lead to your own destruction’.

  ‘What even Britain’? McNaught laughed as he spoke.

  ‘Especially Britain Sir James, and for you and everyone else it is now too late to prevent it; you cannot turn back the clock, the rising tide of Islam is unstoppable’.

  ‘And what about Parliament Michael, only Parliament can pass laws; if they think that Islam poses a threat to the country’s stability, laws will be put in place, they already have a blasted inconvenient stop and search policy in London directed at anyone with a beard’.

  Michael started to smile as he an
d the rest of the people in the room stared at McNaught’s own grey speckled beard.

  Still smiling and shaking his head he dropped the bombshell. ‘As I said Sir James, since my brother’s birth, the entire Muslim world has been planning for this moment. For the past 15 years, virtually every new Member of the British Parliament has been a Muslim. Not one that you would recognize as a Muslim, there have been no beards or Islamic dress, perhaps better to describe them as closet Muslims, never the less, still Muslim. How do you think that the suicide bomber gained admission to the Aspin club despite having obvious Arabic features and no proof of membership’?

  ‘I was wondering that myself’, McNaught replied at the same time scratching his chin through his beard. ‘I would guess that you signed Abdul in as part of your protection’.

  Quite so Sir James, as did all 5 of the MP’s sign in the suicide bomber, knowing full well that they were all going to die in the explosion; this should give you some idea at the penetration of Islam into British politics. No one in Britain outside of the Muslim faith is even aware of it. Whenever they wish to show their hand, they will have a substantial majority in the houses of Parliament. They will be able to pass any law that they wish, and with the dissolution of the House of Lords, there will be nothing to stop them. Sharia law is already on the agenda, only to be exclusive at this immediate point in time to all Muslims in the country; who is to say where they will go next? They might easily make it the law of the land. As most Christian churches are now closed, or have been converted into housing through lack of support, I rather think that soon you will be hearing the call to prayer in every town and village in the land’.

  ‘Surely we can rely on the police or even the military if that is the case’? McNaught sported a worried frown, and once again began to scratch his chin through his beard.

  ‘Same scenario I’m afraid Sir James, an officer can reach a pretty high rank in 15 years in both the police force and the military; who knows what specialist skills he has acquired, or what depth of penetration he may have achieved. In a way, this brings us back to your exploding Cruise missile Frank, how many closet Muslims were aboard your ship? They would not necessarily be sporting bushy beards and have black or brown faces; - I would still say that sabotage is the most likely answer to the problem; maybe the sabotage happened long before they were even loaded onto the ship, perhaps even during their manufacture’.

  Michael, the boy magician, was now exhibiting immense maturity and knowledge for his tender age. The rest of the men in the room listened intently to his every word. They did not doubt what he was saying, but the magnitude of it all was just too much to take onboard in such a short time. Their jaws physically dropped as he told them of the soon to be Islamic takeover of most of Europe; - of how both the President and the Prime Minister of France had become secret Muslim converts over a decade ago; - of how Italy had only 5 Mosques 30 years ago, and now had over 50; - of the religious genocide that had been and was still being committed throughout Africa; - of how Christians throughout the Arab world were being secretly driven into the desert to be beheaded or simply left to die, all in the righteous name of Islam.

  The men in the room turned their attention to the television; more pictures were now coming through of the Mecca bomb blast, many of them much more graphic than had ever been seen before on British TV. Images of broken and dismembered bodies should not have been shown on British TV; they had never been shown before. The British public had almost always been spared the sight of blood, so why were pictures of people with no arms, legs, and heads now being broadcast into people’s living rooms?

  The TV controllers could not prevent them being shown; something or someone had taken away the control from the controllers.

  A message flashed on every TV screen on every TV channel in the land:-

  THERE WILL ONLY BE ISLAM

  ALLAHU AKBAR ALLAHU AKBAR ALLAHU AKBAR

  A knowing smile crossed the face of the young magician as he turned to look into the disbelieving eyes of Sir James McNaught. ‘Maybe now Sir James, you will perhaps believe in the power of magic; maybe not an earthly power, never the less, the antithesis of your much vaunted laws of Physics. What you see before you will have been accomplished without any cameras, electrical disruption, or human interference. All accomplished by a thought Sir James; all accomplished by magic’.

  McNaught looked away, slightly to his left, meeting the gaze of a smiling Theodore, who began to laugh quietly as he spoke, ‘A little like the disbelief that you felt at the White house 4years and 17 days ago sir, surely you can remember your utter disbelief at the time? The only thing that I could read from your thoughts was, “there is no magic---there is no magic”. You kept repeating it over and over again like it was a religious mantra; I was beginning to doubt your sanity’.

  ‘And I Theodore was trying to decide which one of you to thump when the trick went wrong; - the moment that the entire contents of the glass emptied over the First Lady’s dress’. All the men in the room burst out laughing as McNaught continued, ‘I do not forget Theodore; neither do I forgive. I am also much larger and considerably more vindictive and sadistic than you are’.

  ‘Converting to Islam and joining forces with the JIHADA has suddenly become a very attractive proposition Sir James’. Theodore scratched his chin as he spoke, mimicking McNaught’s actions without the beard.

  The rest of the room was enjoying the exchanges until Theodore’s voice took on a serious tone. ‘We are going to have to make a move shortly, I have had the President’s own personal plane flown into Birmingham, and it is ready to take off whenever we arrive’.

  Michael suddenly jumped up from his chair and switched off the television, just as the writing on the screen disappeared and turned into a faint ghostly human image. ‘He is searching for me, his powers are now far greater than I imagined. Perhaps I wasn’t quick enough, he may well have spotted either Sir James or myself‘.

  ‘He has already introduced himself to me at the airport Michael’, Theodore was grinning triumphantly as he spoke, ‘what he does not know however, is that the event was not quite as one sided as he imagined it to have been. He was unaware of my psychic abilities, and as I appeared completely submissive, he lowered his guard and I took the opportunity to have a look around his own mind: very interesting indeed it was: not quite as invulnerable as he thinks. I spotted a few chinks in his armor that I think we can use to our advantage’.

  ‘Come on then Theodore’, McNaught said irritably, ‘for God’s sake, ‘don’t keep us guessing’.

  ‘To which God are you referring Sir James, our God or the JIHADA’S boss’?

  ‘Theodore’, Sir James said sternly, ‘does the word “thump” ring any bells’?

  A grinning Michael interrupted, ‘Come on ladies, put your handbags away, we had better get out of here and do it quickly, I have a feeling that this cottage is no longer safe; it is almost certain that we were spotted; I feel that his powers are now growing as we speak. If I saw him, it is almost certain that he spotted me’.

  ‘You saw him Michael’? McNaught asked, ‘what does he look like’?

  ‘Exactly like me Sir James, - exactly like me’.

  CHAPTER 14

  Sir James McNaught

  Sir James McNaught was universally regarded as the world’s greatest magician. No one ever challenged or doubted this honorary title; no magician in the world could fathom out let alone repeat many of his magical tricks and feats. To many people, he performed magic – real magic. To McNaught, it was nothing more than sleight of hand, illusion or hypnosis. Deep down, he always suspected that his magical powers were other than mortal powers: a scientific mind knows that everything has a reason or an explanation; he simply hadn’t discovered it; someday he would. Little did he know that sometime in the near future, the discovery of the source of his powers would be way beyond the comprehension and understanding of mere mortals.

  “There is no magic”, he would inwardly repeat over and
over again during his stage act; at times his spellbinding tricks fooled even himself; “it cannot be magic – there is no magic”. There was magic; he simply refused to accept it.

  Sir James was a tall, broad and imposing figure with a substantial grey/black beard. The first thing that people noticed about him was the eyes; those steely blue eyes that penetrated into the very soul of a body when he steadfastly fixed them with his deeply hypnotic gaze. There was an aura that surrounded him; it accompanied him where ever he went; people often felt a strange sense of power whenever they were in his presence; some people were deeply disturbed by it, others totally unaffected. When succumbing to his hypnotic powers, people described the experience as “an electric blue flash of light”, followed by total oblivion. The eyes; people always remembered the eyes as they entered their hypnotic trance; they seemed to change from their steely blue to a deep, deep blue; a blue so deeply magnetic that their very soul was absorbed; and then came the electrical flash. No one ever returned for a repeat hypnosis; one session would leave them so drained of energy and thought that many people believed that Sir James had stolen their very soul.

  Sir James McNaught never stole a soul. Sir James McNaught stole only memories and thoughts. He could never fathom out why he stole and stored these memories and thoughts; there was something about his past that confused him; there was a reason for retaining this information; a reason that was always just out of reach; the deep, bottomless recesses of his own mind was the only one that he could never unlock and penetrate.

  Following a perfectly ordinary childhood, McNaught began to realize that he was different from other people during his teenage years. With little more than a stir, he could reduce drunken and aggressive young men to quivering wrecks, seduce ordinarily unapproachable young women, and sail through exams without any prior knowledge of the subject matter.