The Hidden Earth Prophecy (chapter 1)

 

Order of the Orbs

(Part 1 of  3-part novella)

by Michael Mitchell Maxim

 

Chapter 1

Out of fear and necessity he chose not to write in the ordinary vein of black india ink. He chose instead to use his own formulated tincture of Englishpiglatin. A porcine tongue of the human variety.

The only sound in the room aside his words came from the man’s fingers scratching the heavy paper with a sharpened goose quill. And both sounds were confined.  Wrapped in the silent flicker of shadows cast upon the wall. Shadows cast by the candlelight dancing in the draft of his voice. He whispered his words without blinking, as if to conceal their presence. Completely unaware of the flickering flame. And completely unaware of the watcher.

The man spoke with hushed intensity, staring across the desk as though his dearest colleague sat mesmerized before him. But his captive audience was always the null set. No one was listening. He spoke only to himself. He paused his speech intermittently. To scribble his thoughts.

After each thought was written the man refocused his gaze on the wall and continued his lopsided conversation, leaning forward across the desk to give his words greater import:

     The first are Mars, Earth, Venus, and Mercury; in reverse order. Mercury is that closest the sun. It is the first of the first four. And the inner most wheel. The Creator Himself set all these spinning orbs in motion, as it were, wheels within wheels.

While speaking these words he had diverted his eyes to the model perched before him on the desk, and slowly pulled one of the wooden spheres with his fingertip to make it arc around its fulcrum toward him, reaching an interpersonal perigee. There he had begun pecking its surface with his blackened nail. He then lifted one of the Bible translations from the stack of books on his desk and began to flip its pages. Stopping, he repeatedly pecked his finger on the open page, then raised his gaze to the wall, and leaned forward to once again fill his words with greater import:

     The prophet Ezekiel used that term in describing God’s throne– “wheels within wheels.” And is not the Messiah prophesied to return to planet Earth to establish His throne over all the universe? Hence, would it not be logical to see the Earth as God’s throne; and our entire solar system as whirling wheels within wheels? With a fiery flame at its core. As it were, God’s chariot from which He rules. Having four wheels. Mercury, Venus, Earth, Mars. Each its own wheel within a wheel.

As he spoke he traced his forefinger in a circular path around the surface of Mars then continued to trace a larger circle following the path of Mars around the sun, outlining a wheel within a wheel.

     Four wheels on a galactic chariot of fire.

He extended his left arm before him with his palm turned upward and fingers forming the legs of a perch where the fireball rested. In his mind. Entirely under his control. He gazed intently at it and saw what no one else saw. Four wheels circling about. He continued.

     All of this was set in motion to establish a great cosmic clock that would declare humanity’s end… from the very beginning.

The man again lifted the text and pulled a ribbon he had lain between the pages as a marker, and with it flipped to another page. He then read a verse written by Isaiah.

     I am God, and there is none else; I am God, and there is none like me– Declaring the end from the beginning.

Ka chek. A light mechanical sound emanated from within the room, and the man froze. But not in fright. He hadn’t heard the sound at all. The watcher had maneuvered himself to a position on the right side of the man, beyond the desk, seated on a small stack of books atop a wooden chair. He had raised his right hand into the air and tapped an unseen board which produced the mechanical sound of a cassette deck as when depressing a STOP button. In that moment the speaking man had frozen. As had the flickering flame. And the dancing shadows on the wall. Time stopped for all but the watcher. The watcher finished writing his notes and stood from the stack of books. Everything silent. He then elevated his eyes and began speaking to his own unseen audience.

The unseen audience clearly heard and saw the watcher. When he wasn’t present they frequently commented about his behavior. And initially they simply called him what he was– Watcher. But shortly he took on the nickname, Jack B. Or just Jack. Some were sure the term came from the nursery rhyme Jack Be Nimble; because the watcher’s behavior reminded them of a child. But others felt the watcher had been nicknamed after the Hollywood actor Jack Black, who often played the part of a comedic buffoon displaying the antics of a child. It might be observed that the watcher did bear an uncanny resemblance to the comedic figure, awkwardly dancing on his hind appendages, while at other times lumbering on all four, especially if baked sweets filled the air or an unseen audience loomed nearby. But whether by two or by four, our dancing Jack– be not so nimble. One might even conclude that Jack was an overgrown nursery rhyme in adult form.

Immediately after the room froze, the watcher addressed the unseen audience.

     I’m a watcher. That’s what I’m assigned to do. I watch. And record. I watch the watchers. And document. And report back. Part of my job is to remain unseen and unheard. I never intervene; well, not unless given a direct command. I’m just a watcher.

     I’ve been assigned to watch a series of humans over numerous centuries. They’re a select group of men in their own club– I call it the Order of the Orbs. That was the title of my last report. I received over two hundred bonus points for that one. This Order of the Orbs includes all of the key watchers. Joseph, son of Jacob. Daniel the prophet. Ezekiel the prophet. The Apostle John. And… Isaac Newton.

The watcher was pointing his thumb over his shoulder at the man still frozen in time.

     Sir Isaac was the sixth of seven watchers. All six watchers spent time watching the orbs. The Order of the Orbs is all about God’s great clockwork– our solar system.

The watcher was strolling about the room and at this moment in frozen time he touched his finger to the sixth orb of the model– the wooden sphere that represented Jupiter. With his touch a crackling sound was heard as the wood progressively transformed into a coconut covered pink SnoBall.® Followed by the appearance of four chocolate DingDongs® alongside. Ploop ploop ploop ploop. He continued.

     This cosmic clock is based upon a specific order. The heliocentric order of the orbs. That order is Mercury, Venus, Earth, Mars, Ceres, Jupiter, Saturn, Uranus, Neptune, Pluto, Haumea, Makemake, and Eris. A baker’s dozen– thirteen in all.

As he said these words he raised his right hand from Isaac’s wooden model of the solar system and displayed the pink orb covered in coconut, from which he extracted a hefty sample of its devilcake core. A soft muffled utterance followed from his overstuffed face like words spoken through a sponge.

     Mmmmphh. Hohh Thhts ghhhd.

Two crumbs fell from his lip corners as he eyed the ceiling and uttered more ecstasy. The watcher loved bakery. Especially cupcakes. He continued to indulge, two planets at a time just for balance. While all the room remained frozen. Then after adding a refreshing dose of warm latte to melt away the pink snow, Watcher spoke again to his unseen audience from behind his frosted lip.

     Ahhh. Coffee break.

     OK. Where were we? Oh yes. The thirteen orbs. There are 13 planets, but our man, Newt, only ever saw six.

Watcher raised an open palm to eye level.

     It would be another 50 years after Newton completed his watch before the seventh would be discovered.  And the first of the last five would not be discovered for a full century.

Watcher rippled 5 digits through the air to stress his point.

     In Newton’s search of the heavens, he was seeking clues to the second advent… the prophesied return of Jesus Christ to rule on planet Earth for one thousand years. Isaac Newton spent the last three decades of his life secretly attempting to calculate the year that God would begin His final judgment of mankind, sending interplanetary comets plummeting down to earth as instruments of punishment and destruction.

At this moment Watcher leaned against the far wall, pressing out with both palms, and shoved the wall open as he would a double barn door. Through the now wide open wall great balls of fire could be seen streaking through the sky and crashing on the valley below. Smoke arose from every direction. The distant rumble could be both heard and felt. Those unseen stood watching. Entirely mesmerized.

Watcher made an about face and continued, with the open view now to his hinder. The distant action underscoring his words.

     Newt believed our solar system was the cosmic clock that held the secrets to unraveling Bible prophecy. He also believed that He was God’s chosen vessel for deciphering this coded information.

Once again Watcher touched the wooden orbs of the model for emphasis. But this time none of the unseen noticed. All were transfixed with the view through the open wall, and all that happened there.

     Newton’s remarkable discovery of gravity was the direct result of his clandestine superquest: the quest to decipher Bible prophecy.  Newton needed to understand God’s great time piece. The solar system. Without this understanding the future of Bible prophecy could not be seen.

Watcher pivoted on one foot in a mock half pirouette and faced the open wall. He extended both arms, then folded both at the elbow, bringing both hands to his chest. Immediately the open wall followed his hands and began closing. The distant rumbles shortly dissolved out of sight. The unseen watchers forthwith turned to focus on Watcher, their view having been obstructed by his orbital form and the closing wall. Attention now acquired, Watcher repeated his words.

     Newton needed to understand God’s great time piece– the planets and their mysterious unexplained orbits around the sun.

Watcher began pushing the wooden orbs back and forth around the larger center orb and adding sound effects to the motion, wholly engrossed as with a new toy. He gazed upon the wooden contraption intently and asked three questions.

     What held these planets in place? What made them repeat their motions with perfect precision? Why didn’t they fly off into space… like rocks from a sling?

At this moment Watcher remembered the instruction from his lead minder and her encouraging words concluding his last session– “You might try reducing audience distractions by engrossing them with personal demonstrations within your presentation… Perhaps the use of a sling to demonstrate orbital dynamics.” At the time, Watcher thought that suggestion absolutely awesome.

Gazing at the wooden model, Watcher imagined this was the exact time to employ her suggestion. With the speed of thought, he instantaneously produced a leather sling in his right hand, with which he began whirling a rubber ball over his head. He had unilaterally decided that the implementation of rubber would be a better choice than stone, considering the great iniquities that might be suffered as a result of his masculine prowess. He circled the rubber sphere overhead just long enough to attain maximum velocity, his calculation being that of five orbits, before releasing the strap from his extended arm as the orbiting orb’s whistling sound reached apex. His intention therewith was to demonstrate a principle of physics: an object released from orbit will travel in a straight line. Unexpectedly the small knot at the end of said leather strap had lodged between Watcher’s fingers, therefore failing to release when Watcher opened his hand. The whirling ball thereby continued its orbit around said hand until the leather strap contacted Watcher’s forehead whereupon the rubber orb accelerated, adopting a new center of orbit– Watcher’s cranial cavity. (for the moment only partially occupied) The leather strap was just sufficient of length to afford exactly one and one quarter rotations around Watcher’s head, at which point the rubber ball made impact and reflected away from Watcher’s left cranial temporal bone, reversing rotation instantaneously and proceeding in counter rotation until wrapped entirely around the watcher’s overly curved torso. The only straight path displayed in this failed demonstration was the trajectory of words that came straight from Watcher’s mouth:

     Oowwwwww!! *&^%$#@!!!

Watcher took several seconds in frustrated squirming to extract himself from the leather squid which had become his captor. Whereupon he slammed said leviathan on Newt’s wooden floor and demonstrated a second stream of linear projectiles.

     Mother…

“Ding dong.” A pleasant and soft sound emanated from above before Watcher could complete his expletive. It was a reminder from the minders. Watcher, realizing the situation, immediately concocted an alternate stream of epithets.

     Hubbbbaaard!!! Mother! Hubbard! O’ Mother Hubbard! Oh Fuuu… bertygibet.

Watcher compressed his palm to the left side of his head and bent over, repeatedly tapping the toe of his right shoe into the floor. Then sank to his knees, whereupon he heard the familiar “ding dong” tone once again. Without raising his head, Watcher arrested his animation and managed a soft response.

     I said Hubbard. Mother Hubbard. And… fubertygibet.

Then an authoritative female voice emanated from above.

     Fubertygibet is not a word.

     Yeah it is. It means foolish female. Like… Mother Hubbard.

     No. That’s flibbertigibbet. I distinctly heard you say, O fuuu… bertygibet! Which is clearly another disguised form of the F-bomb. As you know, all incendiaries are prohibited.

The soft feminine voice continued.

     Accordingly, your score has been adjusted four points.

Almost immediately the floating digital scoreboard appeared overhead, lit up in digital neon presenting the numerical adjustment. Watcher did not look up, but only mimed the pounding of his head against a brick wall. The female voice concluded her intromission.

     Please continue your training.

That seemed an oddly curious command.  Was Watcher doing the training?  Or was Watcher being trained?  The watcher seemed to have entirely missed this double entendre.  He simply proceeded as instructed, gathering his thoughts scattered by the impact, and continuing his words.

     Newton believed our solar system was designed by God to be a perfect time piece that held the keys to understanding God’s declaration of the end from the beginning; His foretelling of the future as recorded in Bible prophecy.  Understanding the time piece meant understanding time… which would reveal the future.  Isaac did become the first mind to unwind God’s planetary watch.  The first to understand the driving force behind its elliptical motions.  He called that invisible driving force gravity.  But Isaac feared a far greater gravity.  He feared the end of days and the judgment of God, the prophesied year-long Day of the Lord.

With these last words Watcher rolled his eyes upward without tilting his head.  And without noticeably interrupting his narration.  Watcher was recovering (from his sling fiasco) and settled in with a less risky presentation.  Still looking upward as though expecting some interjection from above, he continued slowly:

     Newton’s cryptographic notes, thousands of pages written in his own secret code, reveal an ultimate conclusion in his quest to understand– the year 2060.  Newton came to believe that as described in the book of Revelation, Jesus Christ would complete his judgment of man and return to rule the earth for one thousand years establishing the Kingdom of God.  All culminating in the year 2060.

A sound emanated from the background overhead.  This wasn’t the familiar “ding dong” Watcher knew so well.  It was a repeating pulse of three.  One tone pulsed three times, recycling until Watcher responded.

     Upt.  Sorry.

Watcher raised his hand and tapped the unseen board.

     Gotta go.  Duty calls.  Party of 4 wandering off the path in hall 9.

The watcher began to exit the room with haste, but then abruptly came scampering back.

     Here.

He began moving his hands, touching the unseen screen.

     You can watch this ’til I get back.

Watcher ejected the first video tape using the touch screen, (the tape of Isaac Newton) then began a second tape.  The floating screen displayed the text:  Tape 2– Max’s discovery.

     Be back shortly.

Watcher walked out of the showroom where Isaac was still frozen and into the main concourse, then made a sharp left.  The unseen watchers followed right behind.  But there was no doorway to exit the showroom, for there was no wall. The showroom had only three walls, being open to the concourse on the back side.  After only a few short steps down the concourse Watcher duplicated his left turn, making a second turn, and began walking toward the marblewhite wall that formed the left side of the concourse.  As he walked into the wall the unseen stopped abruptly, expecting to see Jack Not-so-Nimble plow his nose into the marble surface.  But as Jack continued walking forward, a wide portion of the white wall recessed in front of him.  As Jack walked forward the wall proceeded before him staying just one step ahead.  The wall’s retraction formed a second showroom directly adjacent to the showroom Jack and the watchers had just vacated.

Immediately inside this showroom the watchers saw and heard Max making his symposium presentation, with the watcher watching backstage.  This was Max’s first presentation near Four Corners before he had the opportunity to refine his presentation. This was where six became seven.  The 3D player playing the recording made Max’s presentation like a trip through time.  Like being there in Max’s audience.

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