■ Steven’s Amazing Adventures, and the Future of the World ■ (PART 21) - "The Traitor" / "Communist Prison Escape"- (A STORY about the END TIMES, with Messages from God) (PART 21)

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.)

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Chapter Twenty-One

PART 21: “The Traitor”

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“The Prayer Meeting and the Traitor”

Miles away from the secret police headquarters, in the downstairs den of a 5-bedroom house, twelve Christians were praying and interceding for Karl the day after Karl was arrested by the secret police. It was a Friday when Karl was locked up. Now, on this Saturday, Toben Nenge, a Nigerian emigrant to Norway, led the prayer meeting. Standing beside him was Karl’s good friend, Felix Tangen, a tall, Norwegian man in his late forties, with brown hair and graying temples.

At the moment, Inga Jacobsen (a brunette, Norwegian, 22-year-old girl) was praying and asking her Father God to deliver Karl from prison. Though she disagreed with him on several issues, she liked him as a good friend, and felt some attraction to him, even though was ten years older than her.

“And Father God,” Inga prayed, “please deliver Karl from the jail, like you did for Daniel in the lion’s den, and Peter, who you delivered from prison by sending an angel. If you can have an angel unlock Peter’s chains, and release him from prison, surely you can have an angel, even the same angel, unlock Karl and release him. Let your best will happen, Father God. In Jesus Christ’s Name, amen.”

“I have a word from the Lord,” Toben said, looking around at the group as they opened their eyes.

“God wants me to speak,” Toben said. “He will speak a message through me. God says: ‘My children, your prayers are being answered. Just wait on Me, and you will see Karl delivered from prison. I will certainly bring him out, just as I did for Simon Peter. Now, rest in Me and look to Me. I will bless you and protect you as you look to Me. And, I the Lord your God and Abba Father have spoken.’”

“Wow,” Inga said, smiling. “That is exciting to me. God just spoke through you, Toben. And, He’s answered our prayers.”

“I believe God will deliver Karl from prison very soon,” Felix’s wife, Elise said.

Suddenly, a ding-dong chime filled the air.

“I better see who it is,” Felix said turning toward the door.

“Wait, Felix,” Elise said, with concern on her face. “Shouldn’t you seek God if you should answer the door?”

The ding-dong sound repeated.

“I’ll do it as I go,” Felix said before walking through the doorway and into a downstairs hallway.

He entered a staircase, which was nestled between two rooms to the left of the hallway, and quickly ascended the steps, taking stair steps two at a time. He opened the door at the top of the staircase and hurried through his living room until he paused before the front door, breathing deeply and quickly from the exertion. Then, he looked through a peephole in the door. A delivery truck started up and drove down the street, which bordered his small yard on the outskirts of Oslo, Norway.

Felix flung it open and found a cardboard package on his doorstep. Taking it inside, he set the box on his kitchen counter top and opened it with a knife. The box was about the size of two medium-sized novels placed side by side. He reached in and pulled out a paperback book and an empty prescription medicine container, which was capped.

Though he normally did not see plastic containers shipped with novels, Felix immediately knew what the container was for. The book was a fictional military thriller about World War 2, but it was of no interest to him. Felix noticed a slip of standard-sized computer paper containing the proof of purchase. Stapled to the receipt, a slightly smaller piece of paper caught his attention.

Felix examined it closely for a few minutes before he heard the sound of the stairway door opening with a slight squeak. He shoved the plastic container into his left pocket just before his wife came into the kitchen. As she was entering the kitchen and looking around, Felix quickly removed the attached piece of paper, crumpled it, and shoved it in his pocket.

“What is that?” Elise said, peering at the opened cardboard box and the paperback novel sitting beside it.

“It’s a novel I got in the mail,” Felix said, picking up the book and showing it to her.

“You seem kind of nervous, Felix. Are you okay?”

“Yes,” Felix said. “I might seem nervous because I had been concerned that the secret police could have been at the door. But, it was just a delivery truck. It’s gone now.”

“Okay. Don’t worry about it. God is taking good care of us. He promised never to leave us, didn’t He?” Elise said.

“That is right,” Felix said, nodding somewhat stiffly.

“Felix, who came to the door?” Inga said as she entered the kitchen a short time later, while he was placing the novel back into the box it came in.

“It was just a delivery truck. That’s all,” Felix said as nonchalantly as he could.

But, as Inga looked at him she thought he seemed to be slightly nervous.

“Is something wrong?” Inga asked. “You seem a little stressed.”

“I thought the person at the door could have been secret police,” Felix lied, speaking as calmly as he could. “That’s all.”

“Would you like to have lunch with us?” Elise asked Inga.

“That would be great,” Inga said. “I could use the encouragement. My roommate is a non-Christian, but she seldom is to be seen in the apartment we share. I think she does a lot of her studying at the University of Oslo. It can feel lonely in our apartment.”

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As Inga talked with Elise, Felix took the box with the novel and excused himself, saying he needed to run an errand. Opening a closet, Felix reached inside and drew out a green backpack. Then, he entered an attached two-car garage and started up his dark blue 2017 Volkswagen Tiguan.

After activating his garage door with a small remote, Felix brought the car up to speed and cruised through his neighborhood, heading toward a busy city park twelve blocks from his house. Tall apartment complexes, shaded by Rowan and Alder trees, gave way to a large city park, which was filled with conifer and deciduous trees, some playground equipment, and pavilions. Finding a parking spot, he slipped in between two cars and came to a stop.

He opened the box with the novel and pulled the book out. Then, he flipped through the pages. “Ah ha,” he said to himself as his eyes noticed some ruble notes. He pulled the notes out and added up the money he had received: 3,000 rubles.* A yellow slip of paper, sandwiched between two currency notes, informed him that 337,500 rubles* were located in a small safe buried in the park.

[* These amounts are about equal to $100 and $11,250 US dollars from the year 2017, respectively.]

[Note: The United States would already have been attacked and conquered by the time Russia takes over all of Europe, and turns the European countries into communistic puppet states. I encourage you to seek God about this, for I understand that this shall indeed happen in the near future.]

Moving over to the right passenger seat, Felix opened his glove box and found a paper notepad and a ballpoint pen within. He pulled both out and wrote on the paper as quickly as he could, while still being legible. He wrote down the names, contact information, and addresses of certain people he knew — 30 names total — and put an “x” beside several names, indicating their importance in the underground Church. Once he was finished, he glanced over it twice before breaking into a grin. 

Then, he removed the prescription medicine container from his pocket, tore off two pieces of paper from the notepad, and shoved the rolled up paper into the plastic container. A member of the secret police would later find the pieces of paper.

The instructions he had crumpled up also indicated that he would be paid another 337,500 rubles if all 30 people, who he was betraying, were arrested or killed by the secret police. But, a warning stated clearly that failing to cooperate fully meant severe consequences would follow.

As he exited the vehicle, with the cash in his wallet, and the green backpack on his back, Felix felt a sense of apprehension, mingled with glee. The fresh summer air invigorated him and the thought of what he was about to do increased his adrenaline levels. He reached into his left pocket, where he had shoved the paper that came with his receipt, and pulled it out. Unfolding the crumpled paper, he saw a map of the same park displayed on its uneven surface.

An ‘x’ indicated where Felix was to place his message. He strolled through the busy park, past a group of children playing tag, and up to a cluster of bushes at the base of some Grey Alder trees. As nonchalantly as he could, he reached in and placed the plastic container with his handwritten message into the depths of the bushes. He was standing right where the map indicated the ‘x’ to be. Then, he groped through the bushes until he found a metal object partially buried in the ground near the base of a bush. Dirt had been piled over most of it, except for two corners.

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Felix took a stick and dug around the metal box until it could easily be moved. After a little work, he removed a small metal case with a combination lock from the soil. The crumpled paper provided him the code for the safe. After a few tries, he had it opened. Neatly stacked, large-denomination ruble notes filled the safe. Without trying to draw any attention, he quickly pulled the cash out and shoved it into his green backpack, and placed the prescription container with the note into the safe. Then, after snapping the safe shut, he jammed it back into the ground and spread a thin layer of dirt over 90 percent of it.

Whoever was going to pick up the message would arrive sometime that Saturday, he understood from the crumpled instructions. As he left the place and walked down a mostly empty path, Felix hoped that his wife didn’t suspect he was not being honest with her. She seemed to know him well enough to tell when something wasn’t right, but if he did some good acting, he thought, she might not notice his unusual behavior.

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“Karl’s Escape” / "Communist Prison Escape"

Karl awoke and sat up in his hard, folding bed. He was in a cell in the headquarters of the secret police of the communistic, Norwegian puppet government, which was secretly controlled by Russia’s revived neo-soviet empire. He heard his heart beating in his ears.

After Russia had been greatly provoked by the United States, it retaliated with a massive strike on the U.S., knocking out cities and military bases with fury and bitter hatred that resulted from America’s surprise attack on Russia.

Once America was blasted to rubble, and the weakening NATO alliance was crippled, the neo-soviet Russians concentrated on conquering Europe, country by country, with the help from Belarus, and central Asian countries, which were allies of Russia. In a few short years, Europe was completely under the control of the neo-soviet government of Russia, which had become strongly communistic.

Karl looked around at the dark room, realizing it was still night time. He could only see some dim light squeezing through the small gap between the door and the linoleum floor.

The neo-soviet Russian government set up puppet governments in all the countries it conquered, and made sure those countries walked in step with its central government. Prison camps and death camps were starting to pop up all throughout Europe as the communistic puppet governments and Russia dealt with insurrectionists, criminals, terrorists, and aggressors. But, sadly, among them many, many Christians were captured and imprisoned.

Stepping onto the cool surface, Karl stretched his arms and wondered why he had woken up so suddenly.

The neo-soviet Russians and their puppet governments promoted state churches, which were liturgical and lifeless, but banned any church denominations which did not fall under the control of the communistic governments. Members were to be registered with the state, and the distribution of Bibles was banned. Christians who did not succumb to this were subject to persecution, confiscation of property, and the removal of Bibles. But, eventually, they were arrested and thrown into prison camps.

As Karl’s eyes adjusted to the dim light coming from the hallway outside his door, he realized that the room was not empty. He felt a presence of someone standing not far away from him. Then, the ceiling light suddenly turned on and Karl saw a man, dressed in white trousers, a white shirt, and sand-colored boots, standing in a corner of the room.

“Who are you?” Karl asked, surprised, blinking in the light.

“I was sent by the Lord to deliver you,” the man said simply. “Come with me. You will have no harm come to you.”

The man had brown hair, was clean shaven, and had a medium build, but Karl had a feeling that this man was not a human.

Karl said, “May I ask you a question, sir?”

“Yes?” the man said, smiling kindly.

Squinting at the stranger, Karl said, “In the book of 1 John chapter 4, verses 1-4, we are told to test the spirits to see if they are of God. Do you confess that Jesus Christ is come in the flesh?”

“I do indeed confess that Jesus Christ is come in the flesh, and I am a servant of God,” the man said, still smiling warmly.

“You must be an angel,” Karl said, feeling amazed at what was happening to him.

“I am sent by the Father. Now come and follow me,” the man said as he walked toward the door of the cell.

He pushed the door open as if it had never been locked, and Karl’s mouth dropped open. ‘This is a miracle,’ he realized, still somewhat dumbstruck by the fact that an angelic being was leading him out of his cell.

They entered the concrete hallway, which was illuminated by white LED ceiling lights, and walked down it for some distance. As they took a right around a corner, Karl stiffened. A security guard, armed with a tactical shotgun, was standing in this new corridor. The man in white gently took Karl by the arm and kept him walking toward the guard.

“He will see us,” Karl said, fearfully.

“Do not fear or be concerned,” the man in white said.

The guard suddenly turned their direction and walked toward them. Karl cringed and prayed fervently but remained as silent as he could manage as they approached the guard. Every footstep felt like one more step toward a concentration camp, to Karl’s mind. The seconds slowed down as the guard drew very close, but then, Karl noticed that the guard wasn’t even looking directly at him or at the man in white.

In seconds, the guard swept past Karl and continued walking down the hall, acting as if he never saw them at all. As the footsteps receded, Karl realized that the guard had not actually seen him. God had miraculously made Karl and the man in white invisible to the guard.

Now, they approached a security station where a guard sat behind bullet-proof glass, keeping an eye on computer monitors. But, just as before, Karl and the man

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in white slipped by without the guard noticing them. The stranger escorted Karl toward a heavy security door, which could normally only be opened remotely by the push of a button from within the enclosed guard station. But, the man in white just pushed the metal door open as if it were never locked, like he did to Karl’s cell door.

They were now in a parking lot within a fenced-in plot of land. The secret police headquarters sat behind Karl like a sleeping dinosaur, ready to awake and attack its next victim. That thought kept his heart beating fast. By now, the security team should have seen Karl leaving, since tiny radio frequency identification chips were placed into each prisoner’s orange uniform, in unknown locations.

The night sky was full of stars which sparkled in the vast distance like a field of diamonds on black velvet. Buildings and trees kept him from seeing across the town, but Karl knew that he was some considerable distance from his apartment. He knew he couldn’t just get a taxi or anything like that since he was a wanted man. And, he couldn’t call a friend to pick him up because he had not cell phone.

The man in white reached over and touched the orange hem of Karl’s shirt sleeve. Suddenly, the surroundings changed, and Karl instantly found himself inside an apartment or a small house. The lights were off, except for a blue night light in the living room beside a bedroom door. The blue light would automatically come on in low light levels. Seeing the night light, Karl recognized his own apartment.

“How did I get here?” Karl said out loud, amazed at what had just taken place.

He was standing inside his living room, beside his brown three-person couch, and was facing a row of artificial plants in ceramic pots, which he had placed in front of a kitchen table to mark the boundaries between his small living room and “dining room.” Like the living room, the dining room area was also carpeted with an off-white carpet, for some reason.

“My son, you were translated,” Father God’s loving voice said to Karl’s soul and spirit. “I delivered you because you trusted in Me and you loved Me. I allowed that to be a test for you to see if you would follow Me to the end. And, I see that you are bearing good fruit. There is a good heart within you. Now, go to bed and rest. I have deactivated the tracking chips in your clothing. And, I have sent the clothing you lost back to you, along with your personal items. You are safe in My hand. And, I the Lord your God and Abba Father have spoken.”

“Thank you, Abba Father,” Karl said, closing his eyes and smiling. “I am so glad to have you as my loving Father and God. No one loves like you do.”

Karl stepped into his bedroom, which lay to the left of a guest bedroom in his two-bedroom apartment. It was somewhat small, but it had a closet on the right wall and a comfortable bed beside a reading desk and computer chair. He had spent a lot of good time with God before that desk meditating on God’s Word, the Bible. But, now, Karl wondered if he could really sleep in his own room. Wouldn’t the secret police be searching for him high and low? It seemed like his apartment would be the first place they would look.

“Should I stay here or should I go somewhere else?” Karl asked his Heavenly Father.

“Stay for tonight and rest,” Abba God said. “You do not need to fear the authorities. In the same way that I protected you and kept them from seeing you and the angel, I shall also protect you here. Now, rest, My son. And, I the Lord your God and Abba Father have spoken.”

“Yes, Abba Father,” Karl said, letting himself relax.

Karl flipped on the overhead light and had a quick look around to make sure everything was as it should be. But, his eyes suddenly latched onto a pile of items set on his bed. Walking over to it, he picked up his jeans and shirt, which he wore the day of his arrest. His cell phone, wallet, keys, and other items he kept in his pockets were all present. God must have had an angel take them from the prison to his apartment.

After he put the items away, Karl reached into a secret storage area in his apartment and pulled out a precious copy of the Bible, which the communistic puppet government had banned. Going to his desk, he switched a lamp on and began reading from the Bible in the book of Psalms, chapter 91.

Karl came to verse 15 and read aloud: “‘He shall call upon me, and I will answer him: I will be with him in trouble; I will deliver him, and honour him.’”*

[* Note: The pronouns referring to God have been emphasized by adding bold font.]

After talking more with his Father God, Karl plopped into his bed and fell asleep. Outside, while Karl slept, the headquarters of the Norwegian secret police was waking up to the reality that one of their important prisoners was missing.

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[Footnote: The Chinese are not the enemy, neither are the Russians. Both are people just like you and me. But, God will use Russia and China to judge wicked nations, which will not repent from their rebellion against Him. And, the devil will seek to stir up men to persecute the Church. But, God will deliver all who seek Him and trust in Him.]

EXCERPT from Part 22:

 ... Major Lukas Grieg was running, or he felt like it. He had just gotten out of his car in the parking garage of the headquarters of the Norwegian secret police, and was heading toward an elevator at a quick walking pace. ...