The Return of Nouriel – Chapter 1

Has the revelation continued?
Has the mystery progressed to a more critical stage?
Have more harbingers now manifested on American soil?
Is America closer now than ever before to judgment?
Could this explain what has been happening in recent days?
And what lies in store for the future?
The Harbinger II will open up the mysteries of the Watchmen, the Half Moon, the Day of Tammuz, the Parchment in the Ruins, the Tree, the Inscription, the Image, the Eastern Gate, and much, much more. It will ultimately lead to mysteries concerning the future, which include the Window, the Island, the Other Mystery Ground, and the Prophecy.

Chapter one, the return of Noriel.

Where do we begin?He asked how about at the beginning, she replied, with the seal, you come into possession of a small clay seal with ancient inscriptions.
You have no idea what it all means. You begin searching in the midst of your search.
You come across a mysterious man. You don’t know his name or where he comes from.
You don’t know how he knows things he shouldn’t or couldn’t have known you speak of him as the prophet.
He tells you the meaning of the seal.
And so the mystery begins, how am I doing so far Noriel perfectly.
I don’t think you have any need of me.
He gives you a second seal in exchange for the first.
You have to try to unlock its meaning until you see him again.
Your encounters with the prophet happen by what appears to be coincidence or some supernatural agency.
But one way or another, he’s always there at the exact time and place.
And in each encounter, the full significance of the seal is revealed, each seal leads to another revelation, another puzzle piece in a still larger mystery altogether.
There are nine seals, nine mysteries and nine revelations keep going.
He said the mystery centers on nine harbingers, nine warnings of coming judgment calamity and destruction, the signs that appeared in the last days of ancient Israel.
But the mind blowing thing is that those same nine harbingers have now reappeared in modern times on American soil.
Some in New York City, some in Washington DC, some involving objects, events, utterances, even American leaders and with eerie precision and without anyone orchestrating them.
And as in ancient times, they give warning now to America, she paused for a few moments waiting to see if he would interject, but he was silent.
So she continued at the end of all the encounters, mysteries and revelations, the prophet reveals that you were born for a purpose now to be fulfilled.
He charges you to spread the word to reveal the mystery, to sound the alarm, the call of the watchman.
He replied, and that’s where it left off what you told me that night. Yes.
And you did what the prophet charged you to do. You spread the word of it.
You committed the revelation to writing in the form of a narrative.
The narrative was your idea, Anna to change the names and details of what happened until it became a story through which the mystery would be revealed and the warning delivered.
And you had never written a book before.
No, I had no idea how to do it, but it was as if the book wrote itself.
The words just flowed onto the pages. Most books never get published. But yours did.
I never heard how it all happened.
The week I finished the manuscript, I was scheduled to fly out to Dallas.
The flight had a layover in Charlotte, North Carolina while waiting for the connecting flight.
I closed my eyes, bowed my head and prayed for God to intervene, to send the message to the world.
And what happened? I opened my eyes. There was a man sitting to my left.
He wasn’t there when I closed my eyes. He turned to me and said, so what’s the good word?
A bit mystical for an opening line? A bit mystical of an encounter? He replied.
So what did you talk about? It was small talk at first, but then his tone changed.
He stared intently into my eyes and spoke with a sense of intense urgency, Noriel.
He said, God has given you a message and a book it’s from Him and he’ll send it forth to the nation and to the world and your life will be changed and you’ll be known.
It sounds like your encounter with a prophet. She said, it’s what you wrote about in the book.
At the beginning of the story, you are sitting down in a public place with a man sitting to your left.
He turns to you and starts a conversation.
Then he speaks to you prophetically and it leads you to bringing a prophetic word to the nation. Yes.
Except this happened after the book was written and he couldn’t have known.
No said Noriel, no one could have known no one had read it yet.
So who was he a man of God, a believer who just happened to have been scheduled to be on the same flight and who just happened to sit down next to me the moment I prayed that prayer.
But how could he have known what he knew?
She asked, how could the prophet have known what he knew?
Did he ever tell you why he gave you that word?
He told me that when he sat down next to me, the Lord told him to give me a message.
He was reluctant but finally spoke. And what happened next?
Not long after that encounter, I received a communication from the president of a publishing house.
He told me that the man at the airport had shared with him of the encounter and of the book I had just written, he had no idea what it was about, but he was interested.
And that’s how the book went out to America and the world, not by the hand of man, but by the hand of God.
So it was by a supernatural encounter that the revelation became a book and went forth to America.
So how many people read it? Many, how many I’ve been told millions and everything changed for you?
No, just as the man in the airport told you it would suddenly you’re known you’re speaking across the nation, you’re being interviewed, you’re appearing on television and all over the web.
You’re in Washington DC, speaking to leaders in government, pretty heady stuff. We could make one forget his humility.
No, he said, I know it’s not my doing. If anything, it humbles me. That’s good.
She replied because it doesn’t just happen.
A man who doesn’t know how to write books, writes a book about nine harbingers of judgment and millions read it.
It doesn’t just happen. None of it just happens. He replied, but it had to.
She said it was what the prophet told you would happen.
It had to happen because the word had to go forth as it did in ancient times.
And then she was quiet as was he, she reached over to grab a cup of coffee that was resting on the edge of her desk, brought it to her lips and began sipping on it.
But she didn’t take her eyes off of him.
She was hoping to see some reaction, some trace of an expression that would convey more than she was getting.
There was a cup of water on his side of the desk, but he wasn’t touching it.
He was staring into the distance as if deep in thought and then finally he spoke okay, Anna.
Y why, what, why did you ask me to come in all the years since I first came here to tell you what happened, you’ve been reluctant to broach the subject I didn’t want to get in the way.
What do you mean? The whole thing was so beyond anything I had ever heard of it was like dealing with a sacred object.
I felt I shouldn’t touch it but I watched everything from a distance. I read your writings.
I watched you on television. I searched for you on the web.
I just felt I couldn’t approach it all the more it begs the question. Why now?
Because she said I had to know you had to know what you did, what you were supposed to do.
You completed the charge, the word went forth.
So what now what, now the book revealed the signs and warnings of a nation in danger of judgment.
It was the beginning. There has to be more, where are we now?
You want me to reveal what’s not in the book? Have there been other revelations?
Nothing other than what the prophet told me? And you haven’t seen him since then?
And there have been no more mysteries. No more revelations.
He didn’t answer that but put his left hand below his chin and looked downward.
His lack of response intensified Anna’s interest. She held back from saying anything waiting instead for a response.
But instead of answering her, he got up from his chair and walked over to the huge glass window through which the light of the afternoon sun was streaming in and just stood there staring out at the skyline of the city.
So there have been no more revelations. She asked again.
I didn’t quite say that he said without turning his gaze from the window.
Have you heard from him Noriel? Since you finished writing the book? Have you heard from the prophet?
It was then that he resigned himself to the possibility that telling her might be part of the plan.
One might say that he replied, one might say that yes, how she asked.
Finally, he turned to her. He returned chapter.