The fall of Jerusalem - July 70 AD

The fall of Jerusalem – July 70 AD

The Temple Mount,  enveloped in flames, boiled over from its base. The blood seemed more abundant than the flames. The numbers of the slain were greater than those of the slayers. The soldiers climbed over heaps of bodies as they chased the fugitives. The smell of burning flesh and black smoke filled the air as the flames of hell engulfed the city.

Cloaked on the astral plane, Ezekiel stood in his single man craft made of gold. The Atlas circled the torched city of Jerusalem. The messenger of God gazed through the crystal Lux portal, a doorway that opened to the inner dimensions of light. Judea was in a battle for its life against Rome.  The Traveler of Light and Wisdom had to keep the contents of the Ark safe. Resolute, he tightened his grasp on the controls of the Atlas, “I must secure the Ark before it’s too late.”

Ezekiel had drawn the plans for the Temple of Solomon. He knew in which secret tunnels lay the Arc of the Covenant.  The Holy of Holies had been 40 cubits square. Its walls once lined with cedar, burned.  Overlaid with gold stood carved figures of cherubim, palm-trees, and open flowers. Chains of gold became puddles. The bracelets leaked through the incinerated floor of the Holy of Holies. Through the gaping charred holes of the once olive-wood door sat The Arc of the Covenant. On the alabaster altar, it lay untouched. Hidden within the gold-plated acacia chest rested the Shamir stone. Next to the supernatural,  god stone lay the Ten Commandments. The tablets of Moses received from God. The blue cloth covering the twin-winged cherubim still intact.

Before the Arc stood a living Draco Reptoid, a lean towering Angel of Darkness. Twelve feet tall, his thin, bony wings furled midway up his back. Between his brow and the top of his skull, two fleshy horns. His canine teeth were wet with anticipation. His glowing red reflective eyes riveted on the Arc. The Dark Angel snatched up the Arc.

Ezekiel arrived just in time as he uncloaked The Atlas, exposing its light from the Holy of Holies.  The demonic Angel of Darkness sneered. He turned from the Light as Ezekiel called forth his request. The traveler beckoned. “I ask for God’s Light of The Holy Spirit to surround, fill and protect this Arc of the Covenant and all its contents.” The Angel of Darkness dropped the Arc. He raised his clawed fist in indignation spitting fire in contempt. His crimson wings furled. The dark angel cursed , “I will covet the Arc. Remember what I did with Thera (Atlantis).”

Ezekiel touched the screen of the Crystal Lux portal to steady the Arc. The holographic portal opened, the illumination beam pulled the Arc through the astral door. Distracted, Ezekiel did not see a small round brass object with twelve gems fall out of the Arc. The golden ship vanished. The tiny, brass temple treasure tumbled below into the dark abyss of the burning ruins of the Temple.