THE DEDICATION.
Save for the Bible record of the opening of Solomon's Temple, Cohen and
his colleague-priests, had no precedent upon which to base their order
of procedure as regarded the official opening of the Temple, and the
consequent re-commencement and re-establishment of the daily sacrifices.
Then, too, the ideas of the Jew of the period, as regarded worship,
were more or less of a hybrid character, while the modern repugnance to
blood-shedding, and all the consequent unpleasantness of the
sacrificial ceremonies, caused the Jewish leaders to construct a very
much more simple ritual than anything approaching the original Mosaic
standard.
One thing had been decided by them in council, that was, to make this
great epoch in their renationalization to synchronize with their New
Year, which would properly fall the next month, on October 2nd, to be
correct. The usual New Year's ceremony of Shophar-blowing would be
observed.
Cohen, and his fellow priests, were early at the Temple, and long
before the hour advertised on the programmes--7-30, every arrangement
(from their stand-point) was complete.
At seven o'clock, sharp, the gun was fired at the "Palace Apleon," and
the great silken flag, with its "Covenant" sign, flew out upon the
breeze. The whole city and its suburbs were astir.
Suddenly a burst of brazen music rent the more or less silent air of
the city, and Cohen and his fellow priests knew that the procession had
started from the Palace. Soon it was in sight. Oh the wonder, the
gorgeousness, the BLASPHEMY of it! Riding on a white horse, there came
first the standard bearer. The heel of the standard pole was socketted
in a deep barrel of leather that ran from the saddle to the stirrup.
The rider was a man of enormous strength, and he had need to be, to
bear the strain of the breeze that tugged at the many square yards of
white silk, of which the standard was composed. Like the flag on the
place, like the brand on the brows and right hands of many of the
multitude, the "_Covenant_" sign appeared in the centre of the standard
borne aloft by that mounted bearer.
Behind the standard came the band, fifty mounted players. Behind the
band there was a gap of sixty or seventy feet. Then, alone, proud,
regal, handsome, mighty of stature, noble in pose, mounted on his
jet-black mare, and attired as he had been overnight, rode Apleon, the
Emperor--Dictator of the World. After him, but with fifty feet of
space between, rode the ten kings, then their respective suites. Then
came the Babylonian merchant princes, and others.
It was a triumphal procession for Apleon. For it was _his_ name that
filled throats of the acclaiming multitudes as they roared out their
"Huzzahs!"
The scene in the Courtyard of the Temple was one of wondrous pomp, and
of even deeper significance. As Apleon rode in, a fan-fare of trumpets
gave him greeting. Then when the last intricate brazen note had
sounded, the mighty multitude drowned even the memory of the trumpets,
by the deafening roar of their Huzzahs!
Ten bugles sounded "Silence." It took a full minute for the command to
pass from lip to lip to the uttermost reaches of the people. Then, in
the comparative stillness, Apleon dismounted from his horse, took the
diamond-studded key from the hand of the High-Priest, opened the door,
flung it wide, and proclaimed The Temple opened, "in the name of
Apleon, Emperor--Dictator of the World."
That opening word truly translated, meant, "in the name of the Devil,
by the person of his Anti-christ."
The High-Priest, standing on the top-step of the wide flight that led
to the porch, faced the people and priests, and began to recite
selected parts of Solomon's prayer at the Dedication of _his_ Temple.
These finished, he cried, with a loud voice:
"It having pleased our God to restore us, His chosen earthly people,
the Jews, to our own land, and to our own beautiful Zion," joy of the
whole earth, "we make the occasion to be as the beginning of a new era,
a new year. And as the Lord spake unto Moses and Aaron, in Egypt,
saying: 'This month shall be the beginning of months: it shall be the
_first month of the year to you_,' so we proclaim to _our_ people
today, this month shall be the beginning of our New Year, and of a New
Dispensation to us."
Dropping his proclamation loudness of voice, he slipped into his
synagogue recitative tone, as he went on:
"On the first of the month, shall be a Sabbath, a memorial of blowing
of trumpets and holy convocation. Ye shall offer an offering unto the
Lord."
He signed to the Tokeang--the Shophar blower--and instantly the weird,
curious, quavering, vibrating sounds broke on the still air.
As the last note of the shophar died away, Cohen cried:
"Let all the house of Israel, sacrifice unto the Lord!"
Lifting his hand as he spoke, a turbaned priest led a lamb to the foot
of the altar. A gleaming knife, snatched from his girdle flashed for a
moment in the air; there was a swift movement of the sacrificial
priest's arm, a gurgle from the silent lamb, and the little fleecy
thing sank dying upon the grating before the altar.
Only those immediately near could see all that followed, until the
moment when the carcass of the lamb was reared to the grating on the
summit of the altar.
A strange stillness rested upon the people gathered, as another
turbaned priest brought a torch to fire the wood beneath the altar.
Before he could reach the altar, the voice of Apleon stayed his feet.
"Let no fire be brought!" he cried, in commanding tones. "I will
consume the offering!"
He stretched his right hand forth, the fingers closed. Then opening
his fingers, he drew back his arm suddenly, sharply, then jerked it
forward again--it was the old mesmeric pass of the magicians.
Instantly, the interior of the altar blazed with long, fierce forks of
many coloured flames, and as they finally resolved themselves into a
blood-red fiery cloud that hung over the sacrifice, the "_covenant_"
sign floated in white amid the blood-red cloud. Another movement and
the red cloud melted away, but like a quivering golden light the "Sign"
remained an instant hovering over the altar. When that, too, melted,
it was seen that not a vestige of the lamb was left.
Awed and silent, the onlookers wondered! For a moment George Bullen
was puzzled. Then he recalled the words of prophecy, as regarded The
Anti-christ.
"_His coming is after the working of Satan, with all power and signs
and lying wonders . . . And he doeth great wonders, so that he maketh
fire come down from heaven on the earth in the sight of men, and
deceiveth them that dwell on the earth by the means of those miracles
which he had power to do._"
The greatest tribute that could have been given to the supernatural
power exhibited by Apleon, was the awed silence, and the bowed heads of
all who had witnessed his satanic miracle.
Its effect upon Cohen and the rest of the Jews, was, if possible,
greater than upon any of the Gentiles who had witnessed the wonder.
Upon the awed silence there suddenly fell a deep growl of thunder. The
startled people lifted their heads. With almost an instantaneousness,
the heavens darkened. It might well have been a moonless midnight, so
dark did it suddenly become.
The thunders roared and cannonaded, while fierce lightnings, like
liquid fires, raced earthwards down the blackened heavens. No one,
native of the land, or foreigner, had ever known thunder or lightning
such as now broke upon them.
For days afterwards men were as deaf as though born thus, stunned by
the thunder; and scores lost their sight from the lightning's flash,
never to recover it again.
As sudden as the darkness, there now came a hurricane blast that tore
at the Temple walls as if it would hurl its gold and marbles into the
valley below. No man could keep his footing in the courtyard or on
that summit, and everyone flung themselves prone to the earth--save
Apleon. He stood smiling his sardonic, contemptuous smile.
Cohen and a few others crawled towards the wide, folding-doors of the
Temple. But the hurricane was before them, and the doors slammed to,
and, in some way jammed.
The horses started in stampede, terrified by the storm. Apleon spoke
the one word "Soh!" and they stood absolutely still, save for a long,
shuddering kind of shiver that ran through each beast at the same
instant.
Now, for a few minutes, the thunder roared louder and deeper, until it
drowned the thunderous roar of the wind. Peal followed peal with
hideous, horrible swiftness. The lightning was a succession of fierce,
white ribbons of blood-red flaming fire.
For ten minutes this extraordinary storm raged. There was not one drop
of rain. Then, with a suddenness only equalled by that of the starting
of the storm, it ceased. The blackness of the heavens rolled away like
mist before the rising sun, and while all the western horizon suddenly
glowed with the fierce red glow of a furnace blaze, the sun appeared
once more over-head shining as though nought had happened.
The procession now re-formed, in the order in which it had arrived, and
to the lilt of the gay music of the powerful band, the volatile spirits
of the multitude revived, and the loud "huzzahs" rent the air as
Apleon--the Anti-christ--passed through the waiting masses of the
people.
George Bullen contrived to keep Apleon full in view. In a general way
no item of the procession of the ceremony at the Temple, or of aught
else had escaped him--but it was _in_, and _on_ Apleon that his special
attention had been concentrated.
He watched the procession sweep through the great gate-way of the
Emperor's Palace. Then, when the last of the guests had passed in, the
huge folding gates closed, and the multitudes began to disperse.
The vast bulk of the people were lodged _out_side the city, and now
poured out through the gates--for, with the practical re-building of
the city, the exits had been made very numerous.
Bullen was lodging with a Christian Syrian about half-a-mile outside
the city. He moved on in a line with one of the exodus streams.
As he cleared the city, he became conscious that just ahead of him
there was a great and ever increasing gathering of people--a mighty
throng, in fact. Arriving at the fringe of the crowd which grew closer
and closer, as well as greater, every moment, he was amazed to see two
very striking looking Easterns, clothed in sackcloth, and standing high
upon a mound of stone. The appearance of the two men was
extraordinary. The face of the elder of the two was cast in a
wonderful mould.
George Bullen was fairly well versed in the facial characteristics of
all the known races--_past_ as well as present. But this man's face
bore no relation to any type he had ever seen depicted. Eastern, it
was, it is true, but unlike, and more beautiful than anything he knew
of. The calm of it was wondrous, and George involuntarily found
himself saying over: "Thou wilt keep him in _perfect peace_ whose mind
is stayed on Thee," and instantly there flashed upon him, in connection
with that word, one other: "Enoch _walked with God_, and was not, for
God took him."
"He might be Enoch returned to earth," he told himself.
The other man was a different specimen. His features were strongly
Jewish marked. There was a fierceness of eye, a power for a blazing
wrath in his deep-set orbs. Not that the first man's eyes and face
were incapable of fiery indignation, but they gave indication of having
been schooled by long intercourse with the divine keeping power of the
God of Peace.
The men were evidently preachers--prophet-preachers. They spoke
alternately, their voices clear, far-reaching, their tones perfectly
natural--there was no raising of the voice--yet reaching as far as the
farthest listener.
Their message was a Testimony to God, to His power, His might, His
Holiness, even to His mercy. They told of judgments, near at hand,
upon all who would not cleave to God in righteousness. Then in deeply
solemn tones, they spoke of the presence of the "Mark of the Beast,"
upon the persons of so many thousands of the people, and warned all who
would not discard the badge, and throw over their allegiance to
Apleon,--"The Anti-christ--that they would presently share in the awful
destruction which should overtake Anti-christ and his followers."
A roar, savage and full as from ten thousand lions, with the snarl of
wolves in it, greeted this last part of the testimony, while a thousand
throats belched forth the cry:
"Down with them! murder them!"
There was a savage rush towards the sackclothed prophets. But though
the multitude of would-be murderers swept over, around, and past the
mound on which the two faithful witnesses had been standing, and though
they did not _see_ them disappear, yet they were not found.
"_And when they shall have completed their Testimony, the Beast that
cometh up out of the abyss shall make war with them, and overcome them,
and kill them--._"
"Yes," mused George Bullen, "when they have completed their Testimony,"
and not an hour, or a day before. For these are evidently God's two
faithful witnesses, Enoch and Elijah, the only two men who never passed
through mortal death, and hence are the only two saints who can become
God's witnesses, in this hideous Anti-christ time, for, as witnesses,
they must be slain in the streets of the city of Jerusalem--"_where
also their Lord was crucified_."
There was much angry talk, and savage swearing among the enraged,
mystified, disappointed multitude, at the loss of their vengeance upon
the witnesses, but, had they known it, they had come off very lightly
in being only disappointed, for God's witnesses had the power "_when
any one willed to injure them, to send forth fire out of their mouths,
and to devour their enemies_," and in the days that were to follow this
first encounter with them, the multitude would learn this to their cost.