Birth of an Age

  BIRTH OF AN AGE

  The Christ Clone Trilogy

  Book Two

  (Revised and Expanded with Study Guide and Prophecy Cross Reference)

  by

  James BeauSeigneur

  Copyright 1988, 1997, 2000, 2001, 2002, 2012 by James BeauSeigneur

  ISBN: 9780965694810

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  Unless otherwise noted, Scriptures are taken from the HOLY BIBLE: NEW INTERNATIONAL VERSION®. Copyright © 1973, 1978, 1984 by International Bible Society. Used by permission of Zondervan Publishing House. All rights reserved.

  Scriptures noted KJV are taken from the King James Version of the Bible.

  This is a work of fiction. All of the characters, incidents, and dialogue, except for incidental references to public figures, products, or services, are imaginary and are not intended to refer to any living persons or to disparage any company’s products or services.

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  About the Author

  James BeauSeigneur is a former intelligence analyst for the National Security Agency (NSA), the Defense Intelligence Agency (DIA), and the Army Intelligence and Security Command (INSCOM). As an author, he has worked with the Department of Homeland Security as a participant in Terrorism Red Cells to speculate on possible terrorist targets and tactics. He has been a newspaper publisher, taught political science at the University of Tennessee in Knoxville, and in 1980 was the Republican nominee for U.S. Congress running against Al Gore. He is a member of Mensa and the Association of Former Intelligence Officers.

  For Gerilynne, Faith, and Abigail, who sacrificed so much to allow this trilogy to become a reality.

  But most of all for Shiloh, who sacrificed far more. May it serve you well.

  Acknowledgments

  While writing The Christ Clone Trilogy, I called upon the support of specialists in many fields of endeavor to ensure the accuracy and plausibility of my work. Others provided editorial direction, professional guidance, or moral sustenance. These include: John Jefferson, Ph.D.; Michael Haire, Ph.D.; James Russell, M.D.; Robert Seevers, Ph.D.; Peter Helt, J.D.; James Beadle, Ph.D.; Christy Beadle, M.D.; Ken Newberger, Th.M., Ph.D.; Eugene Walter, Ph.D.; Clement Walchshauser, D.Min.; Col. Arthur Winn; Elizabeth Winn, Ph.D.; Ian Wilson, Historian; Jeanne Gehret, M.A.; Linda Alexander; Scott Brown; and Mike Pinkston.

  Sincere appreciation to poet Nguyen Chi Thien for his unfaltering spirit; and to the staff of the Library of Congress; the Jewish Publication Society of America; the Zondervan Corporation; Yale Southeast Asia Studies; and the hundreds of others whose work provided background for this book.

  “Are these the shadows of things that will be, or are they the shadows of things that may be, only?”

  — Charles Dickens, A Christmas Carol

  “For false messiahs and false prophets will appear and perform great signs and wonders to deceive, if possible, even the elect. See, I have told you ahead of time.”

  — Matthew 24:24-25

  Table Of Contents

  Prologue to The Christ Clone Trilogy

  The Power Within Him — The Power Within Us All

  1 Birth Pains

  2 Closed Circles

  3 When Worlds Collide

  4 Eve of Destruction

  5 Alien Stone

  6 Cat Strike

  7 Wormwood

  8 God Amok

  9 Swarm

  10 Naorimashita

  11 The Source of These Powers

  12 What He Must Do

  13 The Avenger of Blood

  14 Dark Legion

  15 Avatar Dawn

  16 The Origin of God — The Destiny of Man

  17 The Hosts of Heaven

  Study Guide Notes

  Prologue to The Christ Clone Trilogy

  It was the worst of times.

  Twice in twenty years, nuclear war had engulfed large regions of the planet. A mile-wide asteroid struck the Pacific Ocean south of Japan, fracturing the Earth’s mantle, and creating massive earthquakes that killed tens of thousands. Mountain-like tsunami submerged hundreds of Pacific islands, stripped the coastal regions of four continents to bare stone and steel, and left the ocean’s eco-system uninhabitable. The fractured mantle ignited eruptions throughout the “Ring of Fire,” and volcanoes spewed ash and poisonous fumes into the atmosphere.

  And now, a demonic homicidal madness has left one third of the world’s remaining population dead — brutally murdered by their own family members.

  Truly, it was the worst of times.

  Never before had the world been so ready, so eager for a savior.

  And all of it was premeditated 2000 years before.

  Prologue to Birth of an Age

  The Power Within Him — The Power Within Us All

  The wilderness of Israel

  It was just after dawn. Robert Milner acted as navigator while Decker drove the rented jeep through the mountain pass on their way to meet Christopher. In the jeep, Decker had brought food, water, and a first-aid kit. His thoughts alternated between worry about Christopher’s condition and anticipation of what Robert Milner had told him forty days earlier. The barren countryside brought back memories of Decker’s own wilderness experience eighteen years earlier, when he and Tom Donafin had made their way through Lebanon toward Israel before being rescued by Jon Hansen. He recalled the powerful shift of his emotions in that moment as he lay on the ground, tangled in barbed wire, with three rifles pointed at his head, expecting to be shot, and then suddenly recognizing the UN emblems on the soldiers’ helmets and realizing that he and Tom were safe.

  In the past, when Decker had recalled that moment, he’d thought of it as just another case of being in the right place at the right time. Now he couldn’t help but believe it was much more. Had it not happened, he wouldn’t have met Jon Hansen, and he surely would never have become his press secretary. And had Decker not worked for Hansen, who later became secretary-general, then Christopher wouldn’t have had the opportunities he did to work in the UN and later to head a major UN agency and then become Italy’s ambassador serving on the Security Council. Surely this was more than chance.

  It occurred to him that this chain of events hadn’t started on that road in Lebanon. There was the destruction of the Wailing Wall, and then he and Tom were taken hostage. And even before that, had he not gone to Turin, he certainly never would have been called by Professor Harry Goodman on that cold November night to come to Los Angeles to see what Goodman had discovered on the Shroud.

  As he continued to think through the chain of events that had brought him to this point, he tried to find the single weakest link, the seemingly least important circumstance that, had it not occurred, would have averted any of the later events.

  “Some things we must assign to fate,” Robert Milner said, breaking the silence. It was as though he had been listening to Decker’s thoughts.

  “Uh . . . yeah, I guess so,” Decker answered.

  The days leading up to his return to Israel had been some of the most anxious of Decker’s life. At times he could barely concentrate on his work as he counted the days until Christopher’s return and anticipated what would follow. Milner had talked about a time so dark and bleak that the destruction of the Russian Federation and the Disaster would seem mild by comparison. Somehow the horror that might otherwise have consumed Decker at such a thought was mitigated by the hope that Milner also foresaw. Certainly,
to this point, nothing cataclysmic had occurred, though the unrest in India and Pakistan might well foreshadow such events. Decker realized he would have to accept the bad along with the good. He just didn’t want to dwell on it, especially if, as Milner indicated, such events were inevitable.

  Ahead on the trail, a shapeless form began to take on definition. Had Decker noticed it before, he would have thought it was a bush or a tree stump or perhaps an animal, but until this moment it had blended so well into the background that it seemed an inseparable part of its surroundings.

  “There he is,” Milner said.

  Decker pressed a little harder on the gas pedal. As they got closer, he began to wonder again in what condition they would find Christopher. In New York, Christopher had told him he was beginning to wonder whether in the final analysis his life had been a mistake. Now, just forty days later, he was — as Milner averred — the man who would lead mankind into “the final and most glorious step in its evolution.”

  In another moment they could see him clearly. His coat and clothes were dirty and tattered. He looked thin but strong. Over the forty days his hair had grown over his ears and he now had a full beard. When Decker saw his face, he was startled for a moment by the astounding resemblance to the face on the Shroud. One thing, however, was very obviously different. The face on the Shroud was peaceful and accepting in death. On Christopher’s face was the look of a man driven to achieve his mission.

  Milner was first out of the jeep. He ran to Christopher and embraced him, patting him on the back and causing a small cloud of dust to rise from his clothes. Christopher then went to Decker, who reached out his hand, which Christopher refused, hugging him as well. He smelled awful, but Decker didn’t care.

  “Are you all right?” Decker asked.

  “Yes, yes. I’m fine.” Then turning slightly to address both Decker and Milner, he continued. “It’s all clear now. It was all part of the plan. I’ve spoken with my father. He wants me to finish the task.”

  “You mean . . . God?” Decker asked. “You talked with God?”

  Christopher nodded. “He wants me to complete the mission I began two thousand years ago. And I need your help, both of you.”

  Decker felt as though he was standing on the crest of a great tsunami. Suddenly his life held more meaning than he’d ever imagined possible. He had believed what Milner told him about Christopher’s destiny; if he hadn’t, he never would have left Christopher alone in the desert. But then it had all been cerebral. Now he was hearing it from Christopher’s own lips. This was a turning point, not only in the lives of these three men, but of time itself. Just as the coming of Christ had divided time between B.C. and A.D., this too would be a line of demarcation from which all else would be measured. This undoubtedly was the birth of a New Age. Decker only wished Elizabeth were alive to share it with him.

  “What can we do?” Decker asked.

  “We must return to New York immediately,” Christopher answered. “Millions of lives are at stake.”

  * * * * *

  Before leaving New York, Decker had arranged for the loan of a private jet from David Bragford, telling him it was for Milner. As planned, the jet and crew were waiting at Ben Gurion Airport when they arrived. Decker had brought clothes and a shaving kit for Christopher, but though he eagerly took advantage of the shower on Bragford’s plane and welcomed the clean clothing, Christopher decided to keep the beard.

  Three hours into the flight, one of the crew members came into the cabin, obviously distraught. “What is it?” Decker asked.

  “The captain has just picked up a report on the radio,” he said. “Apparently, the war in India has just gone nuclear.”

  “We’re too late,” Christopher whispered to himself as he let his head fall into his open hands.

  The crewman continued, “The Islamic Guard have detonated two nuclear bombs in New Delhi. Millions are feared dead.”

  For a long moment they sat in stunned silence, then Decker turned to Milner. “This is what you were talking about in Jerusalem, isn’t it?”

  “Only the beginning,” Milner said sadly as he reached over and hit the remote control to turn on the satellite television.

  Immediately the screen showed the mushroom cloud of the first atomic bomb set off in New Delhi. The billowing cloud of debris seemed to roll back the sky like an immense scroll of ancient tattered parchment.[1] Two days after the Pakistani Islamic Guard first warned of hidden nuclear weapons, the news network had set up remote cameras outside the targeted cities just in case the Guard carried out its threats. Even from ten miles away, the camera began to shake violently as the earth trembled from the blast’s awesome shock wave.[2] Several hundred yards in front of the camera a small two-story building shuddered with the quake and then collapsed. An instant later a bright flash on the screen marked the second explosion.

  “That was the scene approximately one hour ago,” the network anchor said, his voice registering his horror, “as two atomic blasts, set off by the Pakistani Islamic Guard, rocked the Indian subcontinent. According to sources close to the Islamic Guard, leaders of the Guard were convinced that UN special forces were close to locating the bombs, which would have left little to prevent India from expanding its invasion of Pakistan.

  “Within minutes of the explosions, the Pakistani government strongly condemned the action by the Guard who, they repeated, are rogue forces not associated with Pakistan’s government. But by then India had already retaliated, launching two nuclear-tipped missiles on Pakistan. Apparently prepared for such a response from India, China immediately launched interceptors, which successfully brought down the Indian missiles before they could reach their targets.

  “Prior to that launch, China had attempted to maintain a neutral position in the long-running conflict between its neighbors. That neutrality was frequently called into question, however, because of Chinese arms merchants who served as the main source of weaponry for Pakistan.”

  As Christopher, Decker, and Milner watched, new information poured in at an incredible rate. In a matter of only a few hours, the entire war was unfolding. In response to China’s action, India launched a conventional air attack on the Chinese interceptor bases, while simultaneously launching five additional missiles on Pakistan. Three were intercepted; two reached their targets.

  Pakistan then responded to India’s attack by launching a volley of its own nuclear weapons and within minutes, the Pakistani Islamic Guard set off the six remaining bombs they had planted in Indian cities.

  In a temporary lull, the picture switched to a satellite feed from a camera mounted on top of a remote-control all-terrain rover, which showed the first horrifying scenes from the suburban areas of New Delhi. Fire was everywhere. Rubble filled the streets. The sky was filled with thick black smoke and radioactive fallout, which blocked the setting sun as though it were covered by a loosely woven black cloth.[3] Scattered around the landscape were hundreds of bodies. Immediately in front of the vehicle, the mostly nude body of a young Indian woman lay twisted in the street. All but a few scraps of her clothing had been burned away. On the less charred parts of her body, where some skin remained, the flowered pattern of the sari she had been wearing was seared into her flesh like a tattoo.

  Sitting on the street beside her, a girl, three or four years old, looked up at the rover. The bombs had not been so merciful to her as to her mother; she might languish for hours before life released its grip on her. For a moment the camera dwelled there, studying the numerous open blisters that covered her skin.

  Christopher turned away. “I could have prevented this,” he said. It took a moment for the statement to sink through the horror and register with Decker.

  “There’s nothing you could have done,” Decker assured him.

  “But there is,” Christopher insisted. “I told you Faure was going to do something that would lead to an unimaginable catastrophe, and that I was helpless to stop it.” Christopher paused. “But it wasn’t true. There was on
e thing I could have done. And now, because I hesitated, millions have been killed and millions more will die.” Christopher shook his head. “Even after the war is over, the fallout and radiation will continue to kill. And unless the UN acts to provide immediate relief, millions more could die of starvation and disease from the rotting corpses.”

  “Faure may not have intended this,” Milner interjected, “but his ceaseless quest for power, his criminal neglect of the WPO, and his appointment of corrupt men like General Brooks created the environment where this war could happen. Then in his lust to become secretary-general, he pushed the combatants over the edge.

  “It was Faure who put Brooks back in control,” Milner continued, “and it was Faure who directed him to issue the ultimatum to the Chinese. He was hoping to end the war quickly in India’s favor. In return, he expected to gain Nikhil Gandhi’s support for his bid to become secretary-general. When the Islamic Guard complicated things, General Brooks assured Faure that the Guard couldn’t possibly have nuclear weapons.”

  “But Faure knew the risk he was taking,” Christopher declared. “If Brooks was right, then by continuing to enforce the ultimatum, he would call the Guard’s bluff and bring the war to a quick close. But if the Brooks was wrong, Faure was willing to risk a nuclear exchange because it would so destabilize India that Gandhi would return to rebuild his country, and Rajiv Advani would replace him as primary on the Security Council. Either way, Faure calculated that he’d benefit.”

  Decker couldn’t believe that even Faure would be willing to sacrifice so many lives. “Christopher, are you sure about all this?” he pressed.