The Sun Also Falls: Jerusalem

The Sun Also Falls: Jerusalem



“News Report!” flashed on television, “Israel bombs nuclear site in Iran!”
The Israeli prime Minister already knew it, and so did the President of the United States, but this time, the disaster could not be avoided, but the President was now thinking, could retaliation be averted. He had offered five- billion dollars for Israel to sand down, not much in comparisons to what they had been paying out in the previous years, but 2009, was different and 2010, would be even more so.
Chick Evens, saw the morning news, it was Sunday morning, and he was working on a book in Lima, Peru. He had a vision that evening (he had had many visions in the 1980s, all turned out to be truths. He was praying this one would not materialize).
“Is there something wrong?” asked his wife.
“Yes,” he said, loaded down with thoughts and images, “I saw in a vision, in a dream vision that is, the retribution Iran is planning for Israel?” She knew he had visions, and his mother who now had been dead going on five years, told his wife many times, “Delia, all his visions come true, take note of them.”
That week there was much activity in Jerusalem; hundreds of cars were inspected hourly. Chick Evens, wrote a note to the Prime Minister, but it was ignored, as often such things are. And during this time, night after night, after night, he saw in his visions, more details. He saw men working in tunnels, wet, sweating, hard to breath, sucking for air, but they continued like rats to dig, and clear out pounds and pounds of dirt. Then they had three cars that approached the tunnel’s entrance, avoiding the police, and soldiers. The cars were packed with explosives, there was two Syrian bomb experts on hand, one Iranian driver, a Saudi Arabian driver in the second car waiting, and many soldiers digging, and during all this, the police spokesman for the city of Jerusalem, assured everyone things were tight, secure, as an Iranian Spokesman, assured Israel, there was a plot going on to put them under their heels, meaning, to have the whole Islamic civilization topple onto them, like locust.
A small explosive devise went off near one of the Christian sites, and that brought bomb disposal exerts by the dozens to its location, and the Israel police and the Army likewise. This was all telecast on television, worldwide, but Chick Evens, was still trying to get a hold of someone, anyone in the Israeli Cabinet to listen to him, that this was all a diversion.
Part of Evens’ vision was, caution, should he disclose his information completely, to the wrong person, it would be either overlooked, or perhaps he’d be put into harms way, if not in jail for inciting, or misleading, but there was no time for investigation before the incident, it had to be resolved quick.
Speaking at a weekly meeting, at the Israeli Cabinet, on the affairs and state of Israel, one of the members brought up to the other members, that Dr. Chick Evens was an acquaintance by mail to Ariel Sharon. And that he had information of an impending terrorist attack. As far as the Cabinet was concerned, they were aware of all such actions, that they did not need clairvoyance to pinpoint the next attack. The Cabinet member assured the group he was a reliable source, “Then you go and check it out, and let us know,” laughed one of the members.”
During this time, more visions came, and they were filled with hundreds of causalities, images, and an aftermath.
Nobody had really taken Evens seriously, not even the spokesmen that at first felt there might be an incident in the makings that they did not know about, he had retired that thought. We shall call this Cabinet member, Allen for lack of an original name.
During the next meeting, he assured the Cabinet all the security forces were ready for the capture of any perpetrators.
Said the Cabinet member that had rebuked him last time, “Did you ever get back with that Evens guy?”
“Why, no,” he said, “you made me look silly and with no sophistication, so I dropped the matter as I though you wanted me to.” Everyone looked at the outspoken Cabinet member that had attacked Allen in the previous meeting.
“Why do you ask,” asked the Prime Minister.
“I couldn’t get to sleep since that last meeting, every night, night after night, it was disrupted by forces unknown, as if there was an echoing in my brain from this Evens, saying ‘Prevent this attack…Iran will blame you…!’ over and over and over.”
Then all of a sudden there was a tremendous uplift of the earth, an upheaval that knocked everyone off balance. Everyone looked at one another, surely thinking: what just took place; with their very nature they knew it was close, and big. Everything and everybody went on high alert, then a General entered the room, almost out of breath, rushing into the Cabinet meeting circle, whispered to the Prime Minister, “It was, The Dome of the Rock, they destroyed it…! It’s blown off its infrastructure. It’s nothing but rubble.”

3-22-2009