Chapter 8: A War In The Heavens
The Rolling Stones
Sympathy For The Devil
Please allow me to introduce myself
I'm a man of wealth and taste
I've been around for a long, long years
Stole million man's soul an faith
And I was 'round when Jesus Christ
Had his moment of doubt and pain
Made damn sure that Pilate
Washed his hands and sealed his fate
Pleased to meet you
Hope you guess my name
But what's puzzling you
Is the nature of my game
I walked along the beach, heading south into the sun, it was very hot, my arms, legs and face were red from the relentless heat, ahead I could see the grey-black shapes again, the ones I had seen a month ago when I first met Maggie, the sperm whales were back. I speeded up my walk. The sea was a beautiful deep blue, I looked up into the sky for the drones, the sun blinded me, I shielded my eyes from the sun, I couldn't see any drones.
As I approached the three sperm whales the smell made me reach and gag, I looked up and realised the biggest of the sperm whales was about to burst and I stepped back away from the water, I could hear Maggie in the distance calling me, I looked at my arms and legs, they were beginning to blister from the sun, the heat was incredible, I felt like I was going to pass out.
Maggie's voice became louder, I looked around, I couldn't understand why I couldn't see her.
"Cooper, Cooper, Cooper!" Maggie was calling but I couldn't see her, I had the strangest thought she was calling me from inside the whale?.
Suddenly the sperm whale exploded but not violently, its skin tore open rather than blew open and out plopped a foul stinking red vomit-like liquid, splashing around in the foul-smelling liquid was Maggie, "no, no" she screamed, "Cooper, Cooper!"
"COOPER, COOPER, please, wake up..."
I woke up in Maggie's arms, "darling, oh darling, you were having a nightmare," she said soothingly, "it's ok honey, it's over," she said.
I was shaking and wet through from sweating.
"Woah that was awful," I said.
"You was kicking and shouting," Maggie said.
I tried to calm myself, "Maggie, I dreamt you were inside a sperm whale," I said, shocked.
We laid there on the couch Maggie soothing me, I looked through the window, it was still dark.
We both woke up the next morning with stiff necks, we must have both fallen back to sleep on the couch, I laughed, looking at Maggie.
She looked in pain, "well it's your idea I sleep on the couch," I laughed.
She threw a pillow at me.
I'll make us some coffee I said.
After we had freshened up we drove into a small town called Alkmaar to do some shopping, it was Saturday and Alkmaar had a market on Saturdays, we found a cafe with a terrace and sat in the early morning sun drinking coffee and watching the various types of people milling around the market.
Two girls dressed in Dutch traditional clothes walked by giving free leaflets to visit the museum in the square. The town square was directly opposite us, people, mostly tourists were strolling around and examining the market stalls, German, Spanish, Italian, English, Czechs, Poles and Scandinavians mingled together enjoying the weather as they walked along in a relaxed "on holiday pace," seemingly without a care in the world.
A gang of boisterous Brits were drinking beer in the cafe next to ours.
On the outside of the museum wall, an enormous monitor was showing a beautiful Dutch lady make cheese. A couple walked by eating fries with mayonnaise, a Dutch tradition.
Two guys at a fish stall were eating raw herring and onions.
Maggie looked at me with her intense green eyes and said, "would you believe the world is on the brink of world war three?"
I sipped my coffee, "no way Maggie," I said.
"It is idyllic here," she said.
Suddenly the boisterous Brits started whistling and shouting at the two traditionally dressed Dutch girls as they approached the cafe.
"That is, apart from your British hooligans," she laughed.
I smiled at Maggie and said, "watch it mate," I said.
I paid the tab, we both stood up and began to mingle with the tourists.
After walking around the market for a couple of hours we decided to grab some lunch, Maggie had seen a quaint restaurant along one of the canals in the centre of Alkmaar, we decided to sit indoors because it was now too warm outside.
A wall monitor was showing the Dutch news, Iran had fired more rockets at Israel, however, Israel's Iron Dome defence system had intercepted all six Iranian Shahab-6 rockets.
Hezbollah had also launched rockets at Tel Aviv but thankfully these too had been intercepted.
I grabbed Maggie's hands and looked into her beautiful green eyes, "Are you ok," I asked, concerned?
"I'm always ok when I'm with you Sir," she smiled.
We ordered a traditional Dutch homemade meatball with gravy and fries and two cold beers.
On the TV monitor, a familiar street came into view on the screen, the boulevard underneath my apartment was behind the head of a reporter who was talking into a microphone I looked at Maggie and she looked at me, the newsman was warning swimmers not to go into the sea after a 12ft blue shark had bitten two kite surfers, the blue shark was a long way from home and it was very unusual to see one in Dutch waters, the kite surfers had been rushed to hospital.
The waiter brought the meatballs, "eet smakelijk, (enjoy your meal)," he said and placed the plates before us. Outside we heard shouting, through the open door I could see a drunken Dutchman who had taken offence to a Muslim woman who was wearing a niqab which is banned in Holland, the woman was dressed from head to foot in a black gown with an open slit for the eyes.
The drunk was calling the woman all kinds of racists names and his friends began to follow suit, the ladies husband confronted the drunk, telling him to stop but the drunk lunged at him and the two began trading punches.
One of the drunk's friends pulled the Muslim women's niqab from her head who screamed something in Arabic at the man.
Another man of Middle East appearance attacked the man who had pulled off the woman's niqab.
Other people joined in the melee and soon the street had turned into a mass brawl.
Maggie and I watched the proceedings while eating our meatball.
"You sure know how to show a guy a good time," I said to Maggie smiling.
Outside the Police had arrived in super quick time and were busy arresting the offenders, a huge crowd had arrived to watch the melee.
"Here comes the cavalry," Maggie said.
"We had better wait here until the coast is clear," said Maggie.
An ambulance arrived, I asked the waiter who had been outside during the fight why an ambulance was needed, he told me the drunken man had stabbed the husband of the Muslim woman and he was bleeding very badly.
"Oh my gosh, "said Maggie, shocked.
"Is he going to die," I asked?
The waiter didn't answer.
We decided to leave the cafe about half an hour later, we stepped outside into the heat, it was like we had stepped into an oven. Blood stains had turned the pavement into a deep red and people were still gathered around, smoking cigarettes and discussing the fight they had just seen, a policeman was taking a statement from a witness. These kinds of racist attacks were becoming more and more frequent in European cities. The general feeling was that many Muslim citizens were not interacting with their European neighbours but I felt a little sorry for the Muslim people because many Dutch people didn't try to interact with the Muslim community, so an "us and them" type scenario was causing tension especially in the cities.
I took Maggie's hand and we walked toward the car. Pleasure boats filled the Alkmaar canals, some of the boats were so overcrowded with people they appeared to be in danger of sinking. other people sat on terraces of the many cafes and bars, while others strolled slowly along, window shopping, summer had arrived, the atmosphere was relaxed, the tempo, lazy. We entered the refreshing coolness of the parking garage, which, was actually under one of Alkmaar's canals. Inside the car, Maggie ramped up the airco and we headed back to the coast.
The roads were busy with tourists, cars and campers with foreign registration were causing congestion on the roads, this part of Holland was now preparing for the busiest time of the year, as the Dutch people were planning to leave for their own vacation in other countries many European nationalities were coming here, it reminded me of a song, I believe it was called we go over there and they come over here.
Maggie looked at me and smiled.
"Do you want to drive up the coast," she asked?
"We could, it's still early," I replied.
"Ok," she said.
I had a question for Maggie.
"Maggie, I have been thinking about 1914 quite a lot since our discussions last month and it led me to do a little research on the internet."
"Oh yeah, honey and what did you find," asked Maggie.
"Well, quite a few influential people at the time claimed the world changed forever in the year 1914," I said.
"Yes, I know," Maggie agreed.
I carried on, "for instance, one of my favourite writers George Orwell wrote in his book, Coming Up For Air, people living up to 1914 had something never prevalent again, ever, after 1914."
"He also wrote, before 1914 people didn't think of the future as something to be terrified of like we do now, and life was much harsher before 1914 for most people back then."
"Yes, people, on the whole, worked much harder, more people were living in poverty but life was much better, somehow," agreed Maggie.
"It's like they had a piece of mind, a feeling of security, they didn't know the order of things could ever be changed and nearly everyone had a religious belief and went to church," I added.
"And then, a young teenager changes the world forever, he changed the world, everything, forever, what did George Orwell write in his novel 1984, oh yes, I remember, if you want a picture of the future, imagine a boot stamping on a human face—forever and, it has been so since 1914," I said.
"But he also wrote we shall meet in the place where there is no darkness, " Maggie laughed.
"Love will conquer all," I added.
"Yes, if you ask people now if they are scared of the future almost a hundred per cent would say yes," Maggie said.
"I did a Google on life before 1914 and life after and there was something like 49 million page results," I said.
"There is no doubt whatsoever the world changed forever in 1914," Maggie replied.
"Another astonishing fact is the explosion of technology since then, for almost 6,000 years the best way to get to anywhere was on a horse and then technology during WWI exploded. we saw the introduction of mass man-made machinery and weapons and for the first time ever in the history of mankind, people could be slaughtered on an industrial scale," I said.
"The technology explosion is insane," I said, "if you think, the first people to fly a plane was the Wright brothers in 1903, just 66 years later we landed on the moon and just a 100 years after that historic flight a spacecraft had visited every planet in our Solar System."
"And it's not just space travel which has accelerated at mind-blowing speed," said Maggie.
"She continued, a guy called Buckminster Fuller created something called the Knowledge Doubling Curve."
"He noticed that until 1900 human knowledge doubled approximately every century but by the end of World War II, knowledge was doubling every 25 years," she said.
"We are now doubling our knowledge in less than a year but, according to IBM, the tech company, we will soon be doubling our knowledge every 12 hours," Maggie said.
"And, the military is supposed to be years ahead of the rest of us," I said.
"All that knowledge and we can't rid the world of poverty, wars, corruption and murder, in the West, criminal activity is rising just as fast as knowledge, its a paradox, most of the people want world peace but it remains as elusive, the smarter we become, the more dangerous we become," I said.
Maggie pulled into a small coastal resort called Callantshoog about an hour north of my apartment and parked the car, luckily under a tree out of the sun. It was still hot but a little cooler than earlier, we found a nice terrace in the shade and down and ordered two cold beers.
Callantshoog was a strange resort in many ways, it is small and quaint but one can't see the ocean, the small town is protected from the sea by a large dyke, probably because Callantshoog is under sea level, about one-third of the Netherlands lies below sea level, with the lowest point being 22 feet (6.7 meters) below sea level. So the only way to reach the Callantshoog beach was by climbing a flight of stairs over the dyke.
Maggie lifted her beer and said, "Cheers," "cheers back," I said.
"To us," I said smiling.
"We are so lucky," Maggie said.
"I know," I said smiling.
"It's not the first time in history we have had a technology explosion, honey," said Maggie.
"What do you mean," I asked.
"There is a passage in the Bible, it can be found in Ecclesiastes 1:9, which claims there is nothing new under the sun," explained Maggie.
"Yes I know but what does that have to do with a technology explosion," I asked.
"Well in about 500 years after creation, two hundred angels decided to break away from their first estate, (heaven), they left their own habitation and came down to Earth," Maggie explained.
"They were called the watchers, the leaders of this band of rebel angels are called Semyaza, Arakibal, Tamiel, Ramuel, Danel, Ezeqeqeel, Barakel, Asael, Armaros, Batraal, Ananel, Zavebe, Samsapeel, Satarel, Turel, Yomyael and Sariel."
Maggie continued, "each of the two hundred angels took a human wife with whom the angels mated with, however, the offspring turned into giants, some up to 45ft tall about 14 metres."
"Wow," I said.
"Anyway, the angels didn't just mate with the women they also brought with them technology unknown to humans."
Maggie went on, "for instance, Azazel taught men to make weapons and armour and taught the women how to make jewellery and to beautify their eyes with makeup."
"Which of course led to fornication," I offered.
"The other fallen angels taught mankind Astrology, Astronomy, sorcery and how to predict weather patterns amongst many other things."
"Slowly society crumbled, the world became wicked and God had no option but to destroy it," said Maggie.
"Just as now.
"Yes, it is happening again, as prophesied, just as the days of Noah," said Maggie.
We finished our beer and decided to head off home, we were tired.
We had dinner in the fish restaurant below my apartment and later sat outside on the balcony watching the sun go down.
"Maggie," I asked? "In Revelation 12:7, John speaks of a war in heaven which resulted in the devil being thrown down to Earth, is there any evidence," I asked?
"In our Solar System," she asked?
"Yes," I said.
"Well that's great question honey but the answer is no, but, it would be a no, in brackets," said Maggie.
"No in brackets," I asked?
"Yes, there is no concrete evidence of war in our solar system but a hell of a lot of speculation," she explained.
"Can you explain," I asked.
"I can tell you some of the speculations for sure," she said.
Maggie went on, "Jupiter's moon Ganymede has a line of 13 craters on it, all joined together in a perfectly straight line, the line of craters is 120 miles long, almost 200 km's, at the end of the line, is what appears to be remnants of a massive blast area at the end of the line, the whole thing resembles a line of enormous bullet holes fired from some kind of space-ship, NASA calls these lines crater chains and incredibly this one is only one of many."
"NASA considered these crater chains as very mysterious until someone came up with a theory, in 1994 astronomers watched a torn comet called Shoemaker-Levy 9 slam into Jupiter, five enormous rocks were filmed smashing into Jupiter, NASA had their answer but, the rocks hit the planet hundreds of miles apart and were nothing like the straight line joined up craters on Ganymede, many people in the no believed it was a NASA cover-up," Maggie explained
"Wow," I said, "and just how many crater chains are there," I asked.
"They are everywhere in the solar system," said Maggie.
Callisto, another moon of Jupiter has a crater chain called the Gipul Catina which is about 620 kilometres long, almost 400 miles and 40 kilometres wide, all 13 craters are joined together in a perfectly straight line, honey, perfectly straight lines are not found anywhere in space, just like nature, it doesn't happen."
Maggie carried on "the planet Mars has far more crater chains than anywhere else in the solar system that has been explored to date, a certain Professor John Brandenburg claimed that the Martian surface and atmosphere had suffered massive nuclear explosions, he presented evidence in a paper titled, “Massive Thermonuclear Explosions in Mars Past, The Cydonian Hypothesis and Fermi’s Paradox,” "He also claimed an ancient Mars civilization was wiped out by massive nuclear explosions."
Maggie went on, "in October 2014, a huge mushroom cloud allegedly captured by India’s Mars Orbiter Mission was said to be proof of a huge nuclear explosion which NASA dismissed."
"The images, allegedly captured by the Indian Mars Orbiter Mission’s (MOM) Mars Color Camera (MCC), were posted to the website of the Indian Space Research Organization (ISRO)."
Maggie took a sip of wine then carried on, "in the late 1800s and early 1900s astronomers led by Percival Lowell, who, later went on to discover Pluto and Giovanni Schiaparelli another astronomer claimed to have discovered canals on Mars."
"Oh yes, I have read something about this," I said.
"Ok," said Maggie, she went on, "many astronomers confirmed these canals and also noted seasonal changes on the surface which suggested Mars had possible vegetation and an atmosphere just as Earth."
Maggie went on, "in 1894 Percival Lowell claimed he saw a yellowy-brownish dust cloud which he estimated to be about 300 miles long on the surface of Mars."
"By 1909 just a few months after the Tunguska event, by the way, no more signs of the canals existed on Mars according to astronomer Michael Antoniadi, since then NASA and ESP along with many astronomers have seen and filmed huge dust storms on the surface of Mars.
Maggie let out a big sigh.
"That's a lot of info," I said.
"And Maggie, what is your take on the evidence of war in the solar system," I asked?
"I'm going to sit on the fence on this one, I will say something though, I have seen pictures of the crater chains and no way have they been created by torn comets, a friend of mine once said, go to the beach, get a handful of pebbles and throw them into the sand see if you can create a crater chain, believe me, it is impossible," Maggie smiled.
She pulled me toward her kissing me.
"I'm off to bed," she said.