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■ Steven’s Amazing Adventures, and the Future of the World ■ (PART 13) - "The Antichrist" / “The Jungle” - (A STORY about the END TIMES, with Messages from God) (PART 13)

Steven’s Amazing Adventures,
and the Future of the World

(A Story about the End Times 
with Messages from God)

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(This story chronicles the adventures of Steven O'Neill, his wife Sarah, and their friends during the End Times. Judgment has already struck the U.S., and Steve and his friends have reached the vast continent of Asia. Witness the amazing things God will reveal about the coming kingdom of the Beast (or the Antichrist), the Mark of the Beast, and the Tribulation period. This story should keep you fascinated, as a realistic account of the future unfolds in the form of a fictional story.

But, this story is not just a story. It contains messages from God and prophecies that actually shall happen. It is written as fiction with fictional characters, but the message of the story is very real, and the cataclysmic events, touched on in this story, will actually impact this earth as God’s Holy Bible and its prophecies unfold. The world will soon enter a time much like that portrayed in this story. I encourage you to seek God about this to see what He will show you.)


PART 13: The Nature of the Antichrist"

What do you think of Guang Yan?” Steve asked Sergey as they sat underneath the shade of a bamboo umbrella at a circular, mahogany table in Steve’s back yard.

Spanish Ship
"...The Aztecs believed that their god Quetzalcoatl would appear as 
a white man and would come back to them at some point in time. 
The ancient Hawaiians also believed in a god, named Lono, who 
would return to them. ... When Cortez and the Spanish with him 
reached the Aztecs, some of the Aztecs thought he fulfilled 
the ancient prophecies for the coming of Quetzalcoatl.
Steven and Sarah’s single-story, two-bedroom house sat on a green patch of land where a small garden flourished. Several Japanese red-leaf maple trees dotted the yard. An electric lawn mower was parked in a small, wooden shed at the corner of the yard beside a white fence.

“He is a nice, godly man,” Sergey said, sipping iced tea. “After hearing his talk, I have determined to trust God and His Word. I could see that the young people in that group, which Guang was teaching, were determined to make the choice to trust God. And, they inspire me.”

Setting the glass of tea down, Sergey said emphatically, “I want to live like the Apostle Paul. I want to trust in God for what is humanly impossible. For, with God, all things are possible, if they are in agreement with His Nature.”

“Amen,” Steve said.

After a pause, Sarah said, “So, Sergey, how do you feel about returning to your village in Russia?”

“I have,” Sergey said, “a little reservation about it, but I want to go because I feel that the people there need to hear the Gospel and see the Gospel demonstrated.”

“God had shown us,” Steve said, “that we were to return there, but we didn’t know exactly when, until God spoke to both me and Sarah while we were having our personal devotional times with Him earlier.”

“When did He show you?” Sergey asked, leaning forward, placing his elbows on the table.

“Tomorrow,” Steve said. “Some time tomorrow we were supposed to be translated back to your village.”

“I will seek God about that,” Sergey said, excitedly. “Excuse me,” he said as he left the table and walked back into Steve’s Chinese-style house through the back door.

“He seems more excited than he’s been since arriving here,” Sarah said, glancing back at the door.

“He sure is,” Steve said. “I think he must have a heart of compassion for the people of Russia, his people.”

“But, Steve,” Sarah said, “the Russians have outlawed non-conformist Christians.”

“Non-conformist?” Steve said, trying to remember what that referred to.

“You know,” Sarah said, “they’re people who are not Eastern Orthodox or who are not attending Churches that are officially monitored and regulated by the new Russian government.”

“That’s right,” Steve said, remembering. “But, God will protect us.”

Leaning forward, he said quietly, “I can see that Sergey cares about his people. I feel led to pray that Sergey will grow more in God’s ways and in His Word.”

“You want to pray now?” Sarah said.

“That would be good,” Steve said.

Together, the couple prayed until Sergey returned outside a few minutes later.

The burly, middle-aged Russia appeared in the doorway. He tugged on a sleeve of his blue flannel shirt to roll it down. Then, he buttoned the cuff. His medium-length brown beard brushed against the shirt collar, bending it slightly at the edge, while he gazed out at the yard and at neighboring houses and gardens. Then, he casually placed a hand in a pocked of his wool trousers.

Sergey cleared his throat and said, “God has shown me that just you two, Jason, Alexei, and I will go. So, I wonder where Jason and Alexei are.”

“Let’s ask God to bring them over to this house. He will prompt them to come over if they should come,” Steve said.

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Together, they bowed their heads and prayed for the two men to be directed toward Steve’s house. After the prayer, Sarah got up and went into the house. Steve and Sergey talked about light things for a few minutes before Sarah appeared in the doorway holding an apple pie that had been freshly baked and cooled a little. Underneath it were three plates and three forks.

Sergey’s eyes perked up. “That looks delicious, Mrs. O’Neill,” Sergey said. He remembered hearing someone in the park address Steve and Sarah as Mr. and Mrs. O’Neill.

“It is my favorite dessert to make,” Sarah, said smiling as she set the plates and pie down.

As they began dining on the delicious pie, Sergey looked up in thought, holding a piece of pie in his fork. “Not to change the topic, but I wonder when the Antichrist will come and how he’ll come.”

“That is a different topic,” Sarah said, surprised. “What made you think of that?”

“I am thinking about Russia,” Sergey said, “and about the persecution that is intensifying in my country. I just wonder: when will the man of sin come into the world, or is he already here?”

Steve finished swallowing and said, “The Antichrist, God showed me, will come in the appearance of a man, but he will not be 100 percent man, like you or me.”

“What will he be then?” Sergey asked before taking another bite.

“He will be part human and part fallen angel,” Steve said. “The devil comes to kill, steal, and destroy. He has the power to engineer, with genetic technology, a hybrid which is both human and angel. By taking the genetic code of a fallen angel and combining it with DNA from a willing human, the devil has fashioned a creature that is a mixture of fallen angel genetic code and human DNA.”

Sergey opened his eyes, baffled. “You’re saying that the Antichrist will be a hybrid creature, and not a human?”

“That is correct,” Steve said. “The Bible refers to the Antichrist as the Beast in Revelation 13 and throughout the rest of the book of Revelation. Now, since God does not give such beings a spirit, the devil puts demon spirits into the creature to give it a type of ‘life.’”

“But, how could demons have technology? I thought they were spirits,” Sergey said, focusing on Steve, with curiosity.

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“Demons are smarter than humans and have influenced them for thousands of years. The Aztecs were influenced by their so-called gods to kill people in many ritual sacrifices. When Cortez and his men arrived in Tenochtitlan, the capital of the Aztec empire, the Spanish conquistadors were appalled by what they witnessed. Human sacrifice was rampant. At one point, the conquistadors, under Cortez’s leadership, attacked the capital and eventually conquered the entire city and the Aztec civilization.”

“The Aztecs,” Steve continued, “and ancient civilizations in North and South America had technological abilities and astronomical knowledge of the stars that could only have come from fallen angels. An example of the amazing technology these people were familiar with is the Inca fortress of Saksaywaman. It is an ancient fortress on the outskirts of Cusco, Peru. Massive stones weighing many tons were cut with laser-like precision and fit in place like a jigsaw puzzle.”

“What?” Sergey said, shaking his head in disbelief.

“Not only that,” Steve said, “but the stones fit so perfectly together that there are no gaps between them. Some have speculated that aliens built the structures at Saksaywaman, but I believe that fallen angels were somehow involved in the construction of that fortress complex.

“Angels are inter-dimensional beings. They can move from one set of dimensions to another, or from the second heaven to the first heaven. Revelation chapter 9 speaks of a time when evil creatures that have wings will actually emerge from a pit in the surface of the earth, and will fly out in swarms around the world. And, men will see them. They have the power to sting people with scorpion-like tails, which will cause suffering to people for a period of 5 months.

“These creatures are described in detail as having heads of men with very long hair and crowns; breastplates of iron, proving that they have the upper bodies of men; lower bodies shaped like horses; and tails similar to scorpion tails. The fallen angel Apollyon is in charge of them, as their leader. The Bible does not teach that alien creatures exist. It only speaks of angels, humans, animals, or satanic hybrids, like the ones seen in Revelation 9:1-12 and Revelation 9:13-21.” 

“That is amazing,” Sergey said, setting his fork down. “I did not realize that the creatures of Revelation 9 were literal beings people would see. I thought they might be allegorical representations of military weapons.”

“If they were allegorical,” Steve said, “then they would clearly resemble machines or equipment that looked like actual weapons or military equipment, such as tanks, aircraft, rocket launchers, or soldiers. But, what we read in Revelation clearly describes their appearance in detail. There are no machines, drones, or vehicles on earth that resemble the creatures described in Revelation chapter 9.”

Sergey took another bite of his apple pie slice and thought for a moment. Then, he said, “So, why would God allow fallen angels to assist people in building those ancient structures you spoke of earlier?”

“The Bible says in 2 Corinthians chapter 11, verse 14: ‘And no marvel; for Satan himself is transformed into an angel of light.’ If the devil can look like an angel of light, then someone must be able to see him as an ‘angel of light’. The Aztecs believed that their god Quetzalcoatl would appear as a white man and would come back to them at some point in time. The ancient Hawaiians also believed in a god, named Lono, who would return to them. Ship logs from Captain Cook’s crew mention how the Hawaiian natives believed Cook was Lono. Returning to the Aztecs… When Cortez and the Spanish with him reached the Aztecs, some of the Aztecs thought he fulfilled the ancient prophecies for the coming of Quetzalcoatl.”

“So, the Aztecs must have seen Quetzalcoatl appear to them long before Cortez arrived in America,” Sergey said. “And, the Hawaiians must have seen Lono appear to them long before Captain Cook reached the islands.”

“That is correct,” Steve said.

“So, who would those gods be in reality? Satan?” Sergey said.

“Either Satan himself or another fallen angel,” Steve replied, before taking a bite of apple pie.

“I guess ancient people would have to see the devil then,” Sergey said. “The devil must then be able to come down and interact with people, and give them advanced technology or scientific knowledge.”

“That is correct,” Steve said. “The Bible warns us in 1 Peter chapter 5, verses 8 and 9, saying, [8] Be sober, be vigilant; because your adversary the devil, as a roaring lion, walketh about, seeking whom he may devour: [9] Whom resist stedfast in the faith, knowing that the same afflictions are accomplished in your brethren that are in the world.’”

“Now,” Steve continued, “the devil will only appear to people who give him enough legal permission by their choices. People who take part in sorcery, human sacrifice, and witchcraft can see the devil appear to them, but they are living in bondage and are in danger of eternal damnation.”

“So, the devil will use his advanced technology to make some kind of hybrid creature that will be possessed by evil spirits, and this will be the Antichrist?” Sergey said. “I still don’t understand how God would let this happen. It seems very strange.”

“It is very strange,” Steve said, agreeing, “but this Antichrist being will not have the full characteristics of a man. Revelation chapter 19 says how God will cast him and the False Prophet, who is also described as a beast, into the lake of fire at the end of the tribulation. This will happen before the rest of the wicked would be cast into the lake of fire, in Revelation 20.”

“Okay, that is interesting,” Sergey said, thoughtfully stroking his beard.

“You see,” Steve said, “about a thousand years after the tribulation ends, there will be a judgment before God’s throne. It is often called, ‘The great white throne judgment’. All those who died and went to hell are brought up to the judgment. The record books are opened. All whose names are not found written in the book of life are cast into the lake of fire.”

A light breeze cause branches to sway back and forth in the maple trees.

“But,” Steve continued, “the Antichrist, or Beast, and the False Prophet both were to be cast into the lake of fire long, long before the great white throne judgment happens. They are not human beings, and they will not be given the same judgment as humans are given at the end of the one thousand year rule of Christ on earth. Now, at the end of the thousand year rule, Jesus will destroy this old earth and make a new earth in which we Christians will dwell forever. That is what the Bible teaches. You can read about this new earth in Revelation 21.”

“I would like to study that,” Sergey said. “That is interesting what you’re saying, even though I can’t completely understand it right now, but I will look into it.”

Sarah stood, taking her plate, and said, “That’s pretty mind-blowing isn’t it?”

“It is,” Sergey said. “I would like to talk about this topic more, but I think I’ve heard all I can handle for now. I need to get some exercise. Would you both care to go on a walk with me?”

“That would be fun,” Sarah said.

“I’m up for it,” Steve added.


“The Jungle”

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A dense jungle surrounded him on all sides. Stump-tailed macaques and other macaques hooted and shrieked as they climbed through the tree tops high above. The monkeys sometimes could be annoying, the young jungle traveler thought, wishing they would stop their cries. The dense, rainforest vegetation kept him from seeing too far in front of him as Hu Zheng followed an animal trail through a jungle in Yunnan Province, China. As he walked, carrying a backpack filled with supplies he had saved up for his trip, Hu glanced over his shoulder from time to time. He had prayed and fasted for a couple days before he set out on his journey, leaving everything behind.

Hu pushed aside vines hanging from the branches of towering kapok trees. Wax jambu trees and Malabar-almond trees drew his attention whenever he saw them, but he knew that he would have to wait for the fruit to develop since it was winter and the rainy season was just about to start.

Hu’s parents had said he should renounce his faith in the God of the Christians. But, Hu could not do that. He loved Jesus and did not want to forsake His Lord, Savior, and God. His relatives were atheistic communists and his uncle Bo was animist. It was his uncle who had told Hu that if Hu ever thought of becoming a Christian, he would put a curse on him.

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Hu reached for a stick which poked out from under the leaves of a large fern plant. Using it, he climbed a steep hill, stepping over dead, fallen trees as he walked.

Hu knew that the blood of Jesus protected him from all curses. But, what concerned Hu was that his dad’s sister had threatened to tell the communist authorities of Hu’s decision to become a Christian, unless he quickly renounced his faith. He knew that Christians who were arrested were thrown into concentration camps where prisoners were worked to death, unless they renounced their faith, or changed their political beliefs. The camps were just as bad as the concentration camps from the ‘70s after the Cultural Revolution happened in China, some had told him.

Shortly after his 24th birthday, Hu began fasting and seeking God what he should do. He felt God speak to him and show him to go into the jungle in southern Yunnan. Now, Hu had been traveling through the jungle for two days. He had covered a little less than 40 miles during that time and had faced mosquitoes and snakes. But, when he prayed, trusting God’s power and love, the creatures had left him alone.

A snapping sound came from the forest some distance away, causing Hu to turn to the left quickly. ‘What is that?’ he wondered, gazing into the dense undergrowth, but the jungle was too dense to see through. The bushes a stone’s throw from him began to rustle, but Hu couldn’t see what was causing the stir. Then, a branch snapped loudly and fear shot through his body. Hu felt he needed to find a place to hide, but if the thing causing the snapping was an animal, like a tiger, it would likely detect him if he were to move now.

Hu froze for a few seconds before he decided to hide in a cluster of bushes. Once he was concealed, he waited. The snapping sounds continued, followed by more rustling in the bushes. At last, the creature making the sounds came into view, partially concealed from Hu’s view by his hiding place. A man shoved bushes out of his face and stepped onto the animal trail Hu had just left.

The man carried a backpack, a walking stick, and a map. He wore a blue workers’ billed cap and a rain jacket. It was obvious that the man was trying to navigate the jungle, but he appeared to be somewhat new to the task. He stopped, dropped his staff on the ground, and unfolded the map, peering at it for a few minutes before he stooped down and set his backpack on the ground. Opening a pocket, he pulled out a compass and began trying to find his bearings.

Hu listened closely from twenty feet away as the man said, in Chinese, “Dear Heavenly Father, I don’t know where to go next. I am lost in this jungle and this map isn’t helping me. It doesn’t show where I am. Will you help me to find the way?”

God’s loving voice suddenly spoke to Hu: “My son, go over to that man and tell him that you are a Christian, and that you are also escaping from the communist government in China. I will guide you in what to do. That man is a Christian who is escaping from China. Do not fear. I will be with you. And, I the LORD your GOD and Abba Father have spoken.”

“Yes, Abba Father,” Hu said as he started to push through the bushes.

The man looked up suddenly and turned toward Hu, with fear on his face. “Who are you?” he said.

“I am a Christian, and you are a Christian too, I understand,” Hu said.

“How did you know? Are you a spy?” the man asked, anxiously, standing.

“No, I am a Christian,” Hu said. “And, God told me that you are one too. You can trust me. I am escaping from China and going where God sends me.”

The man closed his eyes briefly and appeared to be praying. After a few moments, he opened his eyes again. “God has confirmed to me that you are a Christian indeed,” he said. “So, I will trust you. You are escaping from the communists?”

“Yes,” Hu said. “My aunt threatened to report me to the authorities if I did not renounce my faith, but I could not. I sought God what to do and He led me to flee into the jungle. I have traveled for two days. How long have you been journeying?”

“I have been here for three days,” the man said, “but I started traveling from northern Yunnan after I felt God showing me to go into the jungle. God had told me the government was going to start thoroughly searching through Yunnan towns and cities for any Christians that could be found. So, here I am.”

“Do you have any family such as a wife or children?” Hu asked, noticing that the man appeared to be in his late thirties or early forties.

“I left my wife behind,” the man said, “because she did not want to come, and she is not a Christian. My son and daughter are young and have not yet made Jesus their personal Savior and Lord. But, I had to leave because I knew I would be taken from them unless I left.”

“That is sad,” Hu said. “But obeying God’s call is far better than compromising with the world.”

“You are right, my brother,” the man said, smiling briefly. Then, after hesitating a moment, he bowed slightly toward Hu. “I am Cheng Yuan,” Cheng said.

Hu responded by bowing slightly before he said, “I am Hu Zheng.”

“Did you know if other Christians are out in the jungle, hiding away from the communists?” Cheng asked.

“I don’t know,” Hu said, “but I assume there are many that have gone into hiding in the jungles. I have heard that in some villages dozens of people are being arrested for being Christians, and are disappearing.”

“I pray that our brothers and sisters in Christ will listen to the Lord’s call and will go to places of safety,” Cheng said before he pulled out the map and pointed at the colored sheet. “I wonder where we are in this jungle.”

Hu stepped up to the map and scrutinized it for a while. Then, he said, “I cannot tell you where we are because I found this animal trail yesterday and have no map or compass with me. I am just going where God shows me or where he puts on my heart. But, I trust that He is leading us because God said in His Word, in John chapter 16, verse 13, that the Holy Spirit will guide us in all truth.”

“Do you remember the exact words?” Cheng said.

“Yes,” Hu said, squinting in thought. “It says, ‘Howbeit when he, the Spirit of truth, is come, he will guide you into all truth: for he shall not speak of himself; but whatsoever he shall hear, that shall he speak: and he will shew you things to come.’”

“That is very comforting. The Holy Spirit does lead me. But, I want to listen to his voice better,” Cheng said as he closed his eyes to think and remember scripture verses he had memorized.

Rainforest birds chirped and peeped from high branches in kapok trees. Distant monkeys shrieked and hooted, and their calls echoed through the forest. In the distance, dark grey clouds began to approach, floating over the tree tops, threatening to unload their water payloads on Hu and Cheng. Hu noticed that the atmosphere felt like it would feel before a downpour, where sheets of rain would drop from the sky. Hu was concerned his gear would be soaked, including his Bible, which he had placed at the bottom of the backpack.

“Dear Father God,” Hu prayed, closing his eyes, “I ask that you will prevent the rain from soaking us. I know that you kept the fleece dry, and the ground wet, when Gideon asked, so he could be sure you were speaking to him. But, now we have the witness of the Holy Spirit to guide us. But, Father God, I ask you to keep us dry, while the forest gets rained on. And, I ask you to keep the ground dry where we will be sleeping tonight. In Jesus Christ’s Name, amen.”

In the distance, thunder boomed.

“I have a tarp we could hide under,” Cheng said, reaching for his backpack, which still sat on the ground.

“I feel that God is going to do something awesome,” Hu said. “Even with a tarp, the ground will get muddy, and our backpacks will get soaked through from the mud. God will do for us what He did for Gideon He will give us a ‘dry fleece.’”

Cheng frowned, trying to figure out what Hu meant, but then he said, “Oh, you’re saying God will keep us dry while the area around us is wet?”

“Yes,” Hu said, looking up at the approaching clouds.

About thirty minutes later, the clouds reached them and began to cover the sky directly overhead. Hu had been praying all that time and Cheng had been viewing his map and pouring over scripture he had written down in a small notebook. He didn’t have a Bible of his own. Someone had let him borrow a Bible for a few days, long enough for him to copy portions of it down.

“Maybe I should get my tarp out?” Cheng said.

“Just watch and see what God will do,” Hu said. As he spoke, thunder boomed powerfully from two miles away. It sounded like an explosion had gone off. The sound of rain pelting trees from a few yards away reached Hu’s ears, but he continued to put his trust in God.

Just as the rain was beginning to fall on the trees a few yards away, wind began blowing from the opposite direction, and the clouds started departing to south, moving away from Cheng and Hu’s position. Not a droplet of rain had touched them.

Seeing the clouds drift away, Hu raised his hands toward the sky and ecstatically praised God for His goodness and love. Cheng stood to his feet and gasped, looking at the departing clouds, which were swollen with potential rain water.

“Praise God! He heard our prayers!” Cheng shouted. “This is a miracle!”

After worshiping God some more, Hu sat down on a rock. He was feeling a little tired and in need of a nap.

“Do you want to stop here for a short nap?” Hu asked his new friend.

“I’m fine with that,” Cheng said, “but where do we go when night falls? I have a tarp. Do you have a tent or anything?”

“I brought a sleeping bag and a tarp to sleep on, but I have no rain tarp. I trust God will continue to protect me from the weather,” Hu replied.

Suddenly, bushes twenty feet behind Hu rustled and a few twigs snapped. Hu turned quickly to see what it was and his eyes opened wide.


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... Mark picked up an extra food bag and set it on the cargo bed of a dark blue Honda Pioneer 700 ATV. Then, he hopped in, started it up, and the gasoline engine hummed to life. Shifting to drive, Mark pulled out of the field and accelerated, passing around the large white barn and down the graveled path that led from the barn to the farm house. He could see two older Mitsubishi cars, which appeared a little rusted and worn, resting beside the house. One was red and the other was tan. As he drew closer, Mark could see that both cars had a few dents and scratches in their surfaces and some small cracks in their front windshields.

The people who owned them were not rich, Mark realized, feeling a little relieved that they couldn’t belong to the thugs he encountered a couple days ago.  Those thieves had a newer Nissan Titan pickup truck and a brand-new motorcycle on a trailer behind it.

Parking beside the Mitsubishi cars, Mark jumped out and headed toward the house on foot. He knocked, but the door remained shut. His heart rate increased slightly as Mark felt that something might be wrong. Perhaps the cars actually belonged to criminals Mark had not met before. Could the Mahlangus be held hostage? More seconds passed. Mark decided to knock again. ...

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