The Twelfth Insight - James Redfield [91]
Closer to us, Wil was still sitting in the same place. But he had managed to free his feet and hands in the confusion, and at his side was the briefcase, now open. Four or five pages of copy paper were scattered beside it. Our eyes met, and I instantly knew the pages belonged to the Twelfth, and that he had already read it. I noticed, too, that my hands were shaking again. I had lost much of my Connection in the face of the conflict. Still locked in Wil’s stare, I went deep into Agape until I began to feel the point of Connection again.
Right away, I realized Wil was trying to tell me something again, but I couldn’t hear him amid the shouting.
“Be prepared to detonate,” Anish said, gathering everyone’s attention. He seemed to have regained his calm determination.
I looked at Wil. He was still looking at me intently, sending me a message with his eyes. Behind me were Coleman, Tommy, and his mother. The rest of the group were several paces behind them. Down below, I could see the crowds still pressing against the soldiers’ barricades.
Anish squinted with final resolve, about to order detonation. I looked at Wil one more time, and finally got it. Rachel. He wanted me to tune in to Rachel. Immediately, I felt her saying, “Let go! You’ll be shown the way.”
“Wait a m-minute!” I stammered at Anish. “Can’t you feel what’s happening here? You had the Twelfth Integration the whole time. You must have read it!”
Anish shook his head. “The only thing I feel is the end of time approaching.”
“But that’s just it! Something is approaching, but it’s not what you think. It’s something you have to feel inside.”
Anish looked at me askance.
“Ask yourself,” I continued, “why you formed this group in the first place, including both Eastern and Western traditions. The members were all mortal enemies and you brought them together. Was it the Twelfth Insight that gave you that idea? You began a reconciliation of religion. And you continued to look for more of the Document for a long time. Why? Maybe you knew you weren’t going far enough.”
He looked away, shaking his head.
“Why did you name your group the Apocalyptics?” I continued. “Don’t you know the word apocalypse means revelation? We can have a revelation about the real meaning of the end times. I tried to tell you. The prophecies are meant for all of us. If all of us are engaged in one Rapture, then we can all be spared Armageddon. We get the Return without the war. We’re already sensing …”
I stopped. I still couldn’t explain this point of Connection we were feeling.
“No,” Anish screamed, looking again at the man with the detonator. Again he appeared to be ready to order the detonation.
Someone to his right yelled, “You must stop!”
Joseph’s brother, the general, was walking up to Anish now, Joseph at his side.
“You know you and I both read those words,” the general continued. “We laughed and ridiculed it at every page, but it was touching us all the same.”
Anish became enraged and pointed a finger at the general. “What has happened to you?” he screamed. “You know our plan is foolproof. A nuclear blast here in Sinai and the simultaneous destruction of the Dome of the Rock in Jerusalem will push Iran to blow the canal. Saudi Arabian missiles, under our control, will fly at Iran. Our people in China will take the opportunity to disable the American capability in that region. And then everything will blow! Nothing could contain it, not even Peterson. It would be the end we’ve all been praying for.”
“No,” Joseph’s brother said firmly. “The prophecies are all saying the same thing because they come from only one Divine source. I know that now! There’s only one Creator, and only one Rapture: