The False Prophets
A new novel by
B. J. Boltauzer
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B. J. Boltauzer is a Freemason, a Royal Arch Companion, and a member of a Masonic Rosicrucian college. His empathy with the love of Christian mystics for the Creator, his studies of Cabala, and his understanding of the Sufi philosophy have formed his knowing of Being.

Pacal Votan

The 7th century Mayan prophet Pacal Votan, known as Time’s Special Witness, left this warning for future generations of humanity:

"If Humanity Wishes To Save Itself From Biospheric Destruction It Must Return To Living in Natural Time."

He foresaw our accelerated technological society, and the resulting damage of our collective divergence from Natural Law in exchange for materialistic values.

Pacal Votan's prophetic warning is alerting humanity of today that our biological process is transforming. It should be approaching the culmination of a 26,000 year evolutionary program. We should be soon ready for the return of universal telepathy, heightened sense capacity, and self-reflective consciousness.

This grand cycle of evolution is due to culminate on the day of winter solstice, December 21, 2012 AD.

The question is whether we shall be by then ready to forego the materialistic values in order to embrace the true values of less egocentric humanity, based on realization that life and all its diverse forms is indivisibly One.

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SYNOPSIS
The False Prophets
A Novel By B.J. Boltauzer

The world as we know it will end in the year 2012, according to Mayan astrologers. Set in December of 2009, “The False Prophets” is a thriller about a conspiracy to co-opt the unfolding of the prophecy for sinister purposes, and the surprising mix of people who become caught up in the battle to stop this from happening.

Hiding behind an international oil and mining corporation, the neo-Nazi Thule Society is about to unleash the first of three large-scale disasters that will culminate in the establishment of a new world order under a white-supremacist dictatorship. At the precise moment of the winter solstice, they plan to destroy the island of Great Britain with an earthquake. This will be induced mechanically with sonic oscillators placed in strategic locations along the ley lines of the island and aided by occult powers.

Enter retired British schoolteacher Paul Francis. Paul stumbles across the knowledge that an evil group is going to try to usurp the re-birth of the world.
Paul’s best friend is murdered by the conspirators, while Paul is in the hospital, a victim of poisoning. Paul’s wife Mary rushes to her husband’s side, along with their two children, who quickly become involved in the quest to literally save the world.

The main adversary of the evil Thule conspirators is a mysterious mystical Circle of Light, a small but powerful group of seven mystics of various religions, which is composed of a Jesuit priest from the UK, a Sufi Shaykh from Turkey, a Tibetan Buddhist monk, a Hindu yogi from India, a Wicca priestess from California, a Masonic Rosicrucian magus from Canada and a Cabalistic rabbi from Boston, Massachusetts.

This group acts behind the scenes of the world’s stage and has existed in some form for almost 300 years. The ultimate goal of the Circle of Light is to enlighten mankind and bring the whole world together in mutual love, understanding, tolerance and harmony.

The confrontation between the Thule Society and the Circle of Light, with the assistance of the Francis family, takes place on the world stage. The seven mystics successfully organize widespread economic upheaval and civil unrest, targeting the ruthless oil and mining corporation behind which the society is hiding.

The final confrontation takes place in the UK, which is the designated target of the first stage of the Thule program. Occult powers are used by both sides. Law enforcement agencies are involved. The book ends at the precise minute of the winter solstice. Who is the winner? Who is the loser? Is this the beginning of the end or is this the beginning of the necessary enlightenment of mankind? Find out for yourself.

A Novel by B. J. Boltauzer

Chapter One THE WHITE MACHINE And the beast was taken, and with him the false prophet that wrought miracles before him, with which he deceived those that had received the mark of the beast, and those that worshipped his image. These both were cast alive into a lake of fire burning with brimstone. -Revelation 19:20

It was just after six o’clock in the morning. Two black Range Rovers steadily churned the thick mud on a narrow track winding through the misty Cornish countryside.

The first one stopped in front of a sturdy twelve-foot-high iron gate which looked very much out of place in the middle of nowhere. Equally high fences with coiled razor wire on top flanked the gate, disappearing into the mist in both directions.

Thin, ice-cold rain permeated everything, including the expensive garments of the three men who climbed out of the first vehicle. Two of them helped the third one along as they approached a gate-side steel box with a closed circuit camera on top. After placing the palms of their right hands on a screen within, the men climbed back into their Range Rover and both vehicles proceeded through the now-open gate, which closed immediately behind them. There was a sign affixed to the gate facing the outside world. ‘Property of ORMUZD LTD mining company,’ it proclaimed. ‘This area is guarded. Trespassers will be prosecuted.’

The narrow track changed as soon as it rounded the bend, becoming wider and paved. The Range Rovers picked up speed and within minutes reached what looked like an old tin mine. In fact, it was one of a group of three seemingly disused tin mines with two or three adits each. Near the old lift towers there was a very new metal building about the size and shape of a small aeroplane hangar, with six white Land Rovers neatly parked alongside.

Well armed guards were visible on the platforms of each of the three headgear towers around the metal building. Out of sight were the well camouflaged armed men lying in five shallow dugouts within the security perimeter encircling the cluster of disused mines.

Also out of sight was an ancient-looking man, wearing a black habit of a monk, who sat on a rock beneath a gnarled and wind-bent tree on a hill about one mile away from the fenced area, facing the old mines. His hands were tightly clasped over a wooden equilateral cross, which he wore on a long chain of prayer beads. Eyes closed, he was in deep meditation. His mind slowly moved away from the rock in the direction of the fenced-off compound, while his frail old body remained seated on the flat rock.

The door of the metal building was open. The three men from the first Range Rover and four from the second went inside. All were white and between fifty and eighty years of age. They were well groomed and wore expensive clothing.

A white machine, lying on its side, took up almost the entire space inside the building. The machine, a turbine of sorts, was twenty feet long and ten feet wide. Uniformed men, six on each side, flanked it, each armed with a Heckler Koch machine gun.

An older, white-haired, slight man stepped out of the group and approached the machine. With a confident and commanding voice coloured by the steel-blue accent of an expensive private school education, he asked one of the guards: “Do you have anything to report as far as the security is concerned?”

The black-uniformed man, like the other guards, looked like a retired member of the SAS or the Marines. He answered: “Nothing to report. Everything is in order, sir.”

The old man said: “Take your men out of the shed and to their quarters, Barter. We shall call you in about half an hour.”

“Very well, sir.”

With that, the guards left the building in single file.

The old man now turned to a tall, athletic man with a crew cut and said: “Pearson, go ahead.”

Pearson stepped forward and wordlessly pulled a radio transmitter-scanning device from a black briefcase. He proceeded to scan every part of the building and machine. In the ten minutes it took him, the rest of the group waited patiently, studying the turbine.

“All clear.”

The white haired man now turned to another of his group, a bespectacled and nervous-looking middle-aged man, and said: “Drexler, the stage is yours.”

Drexler stepped toward the white machine and said in a slightly trembling voice: “This, gentlemen, is one of the thirteen oscillators we’ve constructed from scratch, using Tesla’s blue prints. Reproduction of this apparatus has been attempted before, but never on this scale. Of course, every component had to be tooled as an original. We tested the first prototype five years ago, in the Indian Ocean, within our deep-sea explorations. It worked wonderfully. A very natural tsunami was the result. Are there any questions, gentlemen?”

The old, white-haired man said: “There are no questions at this stage.

Thank you, Drexler.”

Then he added: “Time to go. Pearson, tell Barter to place his men back into their positions.”

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...More teasers,  
(Chapter excerpts, almost enough to write a book report.)

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Publishing information:
ISNB Numbers:  978-0-595-43401-5 (pbk)
                      978-0-595-87726-3 (ebk)
Publishers: iUniverse

Copyright © by B. J. Boltauzer, 2007, all rights reserved.