I thought it was a fantasy novel, the first in a series that I'd never come across before. It was strikingly presented in a well illustrated jacket, but on opening, it had ever so slightly the look of a self published affair - just not quite the same as 'normal' books if you will - but as it was only a quid to buy, and the first two books were there, I picked them up.
The story turned out to be a dramatisation of Bible story, or perhaps more that of Milton's Paradise Lost, in that it featured the Halls of Heaven, the three angels Michael, Gabriel and Lucifer (with their accompanying dramatis personae) - all richly described, along with the creation story, Eden and the full shebang.
The first book was okay - quite fun actually (the battle in Heaven, the fall of man, the casting out etc) - and only took me a day or two to read. By the end Noah had done his thing and mankind was, much to Michael and Gabriel's consternation, up to his old tricks. Via a story line that involved the nephilim and the 'consorting' of the Watchers and what have you, God decided to send one of his tripartite aspects down to purchase back the immortal souls of mankind from Lucifer (who now had pretty much full sway down on the earthly plane) and so Christ, the second Adam, was born.
By now I'd done a bit of research on the publishing house and had discovered that it was essentially a Christian based affair, specialising in religious productions for theological students etc, and who had publishing the works I held, presumably as a bit of light relief, as dramatic and exciting read for recreational purposes.
At the start of the second book, we had the young Christ, first secreted away in what is now an ancient coptic monastery in Egypt, then, around the age of eight, removed to Nazareth, from whence his sobriquet, the Nazarene, is derived.
Through out all of this the main focus is on the Halls of Heaven, and the Palace's of Hell, meetings between the agents of both and the politics and machinations of the agents therein as the worldly events unfolded. I was beginning to tire of the story by now to be honest. I could see it for what it was, pretty much end of days storytelling, fast paced and not badly done, but designed perhaps more for the adolescent youngsters of (perhaps) American families of a deeply religious bent. Reading it had been an interesting experience, but I'd essentially decided to call it a day shortly after beginning book two, but pretty much as this decision popped into my mind, I happened to read a passage on the youthful Jesus, who at this point happened to be up in the mountains of northern Israel, and looking down on the plains below. I'm going to quote the next passage exactly as it appears in the book.
Shall we look at some of today's headlines:Finally he stopped, gasping for breath, having reached the summit of the eastern slope, the soft breezez ruffling his long dark curls, his bare feet sinking into the thyme and mountain flowers beneath him. Staring.
Staring at the Great Battlefield of Israel....Esdraelon, the Valley of Jezreel. Armageddon.
Far away in the distance across the fertile valley, stood two imperial figures: Michael and Gabriel.
"He sees the future," Gabriel whispered..."The final war. Armageddon."
Jesus stared at the great plains before him, now filled with a vast multitude, every nation represented in the violent, bloody panorama before them. Chinese, Arab, European, American, African, Australian soldiers, their bloodthirsty cries of battle mingling with the agonising screams of the dying. The Prince of Peace watched, pale and silent, as the Son of Perdition and the great kings of earth gathered with their armies, a great and terrible multitude, two hundred million strong.....waiting.....
The Telegraph. "Israel vows to destroy Lebanon if war spreads."
The Mirror. "Fears of an All Out War."
The 'i'. "US and UK in race to prevent conflict spreading. "
The FT. "US warns Iran not to escalate war into broader conflict."
Last night I heard the Prime Minister of Jordan saying that the chances of preventing such an escalation were slim.
Now I recognise the nature of coincidences, they happen. But the chance reading the above passage, bang on the day that the events I report above were occurring - now that's enough to make you think!
