CIRCLE BACK

August 10, 2021:

"There you are!" Michael announced his presence as he made his way toward Gabriel; weaving among the throngs of doctors, demons and the dying on the most recently filled Covid ward of Tel HaShomer Hospital in Jerusalem.

Gabriel didn't say a word. He just stood staring down at a sedated and ventilated teenager.

Michael paused a moment to take in the scene; as rows of compressed air and bubbling saline sucked through the tubes into these machines pumping into 16, 17 and 18 year old lungs. All the while, the cardiac monitors beeped in the background of some indication that the breath of life still remained in these fading boys.

"Pandemic of the unvaccinated ehhh?" Michael just folded his arms and shook his head.

Gabriel began to quote:

The most dangerous pandemic is propaganda from these clowns.

Only mask that's gonna save us, is duct tape on they mouths.

Don't speak! We don't need to defund police,

Need to defund the media, who lies through they teeth; like!

Big pharma don't cure you dog, cause every patient that gets cured is a customer lost."

"Tom." Michael confirmed. "His new rap; Brainwashed."

"Yeah, it drops this Friday." Gabriel remarked. "Not sure how much is left in the Vault of History that hasn't happened yet?"

"Well, at least of the big events yet to come." Michael offered an unsettled nod. "It's coming."

"Is this how it all ends?" Gabriel looked over at Michael. "Antibody dependent enhancement kills 4 billion people?"

"Well…. not exactly where it ends." Michael replied. "Looking more like where it begins."

"Do you think all those… rogue doctors… are right?" Gabriel posed his next question.

"That most of the vaccinated are going to be dead in three to five years?" Michael replied. "Don't know? You've spent more time in the Vault of History than I have. And besides, what's HE… still got up His sleeve?"

God of Your promise. You don't speak in vain, no syllable empty or void.

For once You have spoken, all nature and science follow the sound of Your voice.

And as You speak; a hundred billion creatures catch Your breath.

Evolving in pursuit of what You said.

If it all reveals Your nature so will I.

I can see Your heart in everything You say.

Every painted sky a canvas of Your grace.

If creation still obeys You, so will I.

"Delta….. Evolving in pursuit of what He said." Gabriel declared the stark reality.

"If creation still obeys You, so will I." Michael amended. "Coronaviruses… gonna be coronaviruses."

"And experimental…. vaccines still kill… the lab rats." Michael noted… as the demons came running… while one more of the…. fully vaccinated… flat lined.

October 2019:

"OK, Why do I keep losing you?" Michael grumbled at bit; somewhere between confused and annoyed.

"Wuhan Institute of Virology". Gabriel read the Chineses characters on the building's face.

"Level four bio lab." Michael noted the 'small print' as he peered a cautious eye at Gabriel. "Alright, out with it. What'd you find now?"

Gabriel held up a finger and looked at his imaginary watch. "Wait for it." He replied. "Four, Three, Two…."

BOOM!

"What the…." Michael swung around. "Was that?"

"5-G." Gabriel answered dryly. As the alarms began to sound and people flooded into the streets.

"Awwww… Smack?" Micheal remarked. "That can't be good."

Sizzle, crack, spark, spark, spark: Transformers blew and… the lights went out in the city of Wuhan.

"Power grid failure?" Michael surveyed the scene.

"Yep!" Gabriel nodded.

Hello darkness my old friend, I've come to talk with you again.

Because a vision softly creeping, left its seeds while I was sleeping.

And the vision that was planted in my brain, still remains.

Within the sound of silence.

Restless dreams I walked alone, narrow streets of cobblestone.

Beneath the halo of a street lamp, I turn my collar to the cold and damp.

When my eyes were stabbed by the flash of a neon light, that split the night.

And touched the sound of silence.

"How long do you suppose this is going to take?" Michael's question split the chaos as he gestured at the lab.

"According to a newspaper archived in the Vault of History; by March of next year, they shut down the entire planet." Gabriel relayed.

And in the naked light I saw…. ten.. million people maybe more.

People talking without speaking. People hearing without listening.

People writing songs, that voices never share.

And no one dare…. disturb the sound of silence.

Fools said I, you do not know. Silence like a cancer grows.

Hear my words that I might teach you. Take my arms that I might reach you.

But my words, like silent raindrops fell; and echoed in the wells of silence.

"Do you suppose this really isn't an 'accident'?" Michael puzzled a bit.

"Come August of 2020 two educational movie presentations will come out. One traces all the pattens on coronaviruses, dating back to 2013." Gabriel answered. "When you hold pattens on a bio weapon. That's not an accident."

"Guess you're right on that one." Michael reluctantly agreed. "That would be a plandemic."

"Yeah, but not quite… the whole of it." Gabriel added. "Wait till they roll out the cure."

November 2020:

"You saw that right?" Gabriel poked Michael as they stood watching the ticker in Time Square.

"What, that they just flipped a bunch of votes right there on live TV?" Michael nodded. "Yeah, I saw it."

"Dominion, offloaded to Germany, Spain, Italy…" Gabriel made a funny face.

"Rome 2020; an empire bought and paid for by China." Michael replied. "So what was hiding in the Vault this time?"

"Oh, just the failure of the Supreme Court." Gabriel replied.

"Welcome to the Great Rest?" Michael peered suspiciously at Gabe.

"Oh, you aint seen nothing yet." Gabriel folded his arms and shook his head.

"The southern boarder? Afghanistan? Vaccine mandates? Health passports?" Michael grimaced and shook his head.

"They're coming for the kids." Gabriel answered.

"In a nation of what; 330 million people and they estimate 393 million civilian owned fire arms?" Michael commented dryly as he glanced around them. "The… great awakening or World War III?"

"I'll have to circle back to you on that one." Gabriel lent a half hearted smirk. "Caesar can't find his way out of the basement."

"Yep." Michael nodded. "Yep."

I breathe the air of freedom in, knowing my life, is better off in Your hands.

The past is gone, what's done is done. Now I'm alive; and I'm never gonna look back.

I can never be, never be free, without You.

I can never be, never be me, without You.

This is the sound of chains breaking. This is the beat of a heart changing.

This is the song, of a soul forgiven. This is my freedom hymn.

My freedom hymn.

My freedom hymn.

Who the Son sets (free);

Is free indeed.

Who the Son sets (free);

Is free.. Indeed

Who the Son sets

Is free.

I'm FREE; OH!

To be continued: