Introduction of my book, Atlantis in the Bible
All the hustle and bustle about a “book”
(Al Hillah / Babylon on the Euphrates, early March 2028)
Lois couldn’t believe her eyes when she saw the new library of Al Hillah / Babylon built in half a day. And that here on the Euphrates in the hottest part of the world. Construction of the city had already begun during the aftermath of the Third World War against Iran, China and Russia. Wealthy Russians, Chinese, Americans, British, Indians, Arabs and basically anyone who had too much money found it necessary to keep their assets safe in this ghost town on the Euphrates. Jerusalem had been under constant attack, so that the Jews in particular had fled to Babylon. Although they were adversaries in the war, they tried to work together as best they could in Babylon to at least keep their affairs safe. The collaboration had also been a step towards accelerating the end of the war. If people could work together on a small scale, then certainly also on a global level. The name of this city, Al Hillah, sounded like Allah. When Lois was here yesterday, the place was still a bare plain. But with a 3D printer, all you had to do was scan a model and enlarge it eighty times, after which a new building stood right in front of you. The other buildings were also built at a rapid pace as they were inflatable or also came from 3D printers. Nevertheless, Babylon was a “miniature city” built after the example of the Belgian Tomorrowland. Babylon was an amusement park rather than an adult city. Some have already compared Babylon to Mike Judge’s 2006 film Idiocracy. The mysterious pull she felt here may have been related to the confusion that she was Biblically seen in the north when it felt so eastern here. Jeremiah 46:10 at least taught that Babylon was to the north of Jerusalem. In the past, the enemy armies of Babylon attacked Jerusalem in a roundabout way from north. They could not go straight through the impassable desert. Hence, Babylon was called the north. But it was uncomfortable.
“You wait outside,” said her father … “Or go to Café Atlantis.” She didn’t like it. Her father was up to something that was against the law. Loïs looked around indecisively. Fortunately it was relatively cool here in this hottest part of the world. A system of mirrors and air conditioning had ensured that the climate here was mild. But summer was yet to begin. And it could always be even crazier. Because the intention was that there would be “snow” in the city. Babylon would become a fairytale city on the Euphrates with snow. As a result, Babylon had less and less in common with the rest of the region, Iraq for short. Loïs was terribly curious about the library. But she heeded her father’s request to go to the 24-hour Atlantis cafe. She reluctantly strolled in the direction of the Pub. In the distance she saw the Euphrates and the hill on which Saddam Hussein’s former palace stood. Now they were busy building an “ice palace” around it. This project was to be realized by means of a system of dark glass that was mounted over the hill and freezing elements. The Chinese had discovered a technique that allowed them to maintain ice above freezing for a while. They further developed this technique in Tel Aviv. But who went to live in this palace? That was the question. If the project was successful, much of Babylon would be turned into an ice city. Loïs felt displaced. Jews were despised here. Although no one could tell by her face that she was a Spanish Jewess from Cordoba, she was still uncomfortable. Everyone was curious about where outsiders came from. She had to lie very much if she wanted to make it clear that she was from Norway. All that protected her was money. Babylon would never have been rebuilt without Jewish money. And the inhabitants of the city knew this all too well. You quickly forgot here that you were on the Euphrates in Iraq. And here, of all things, her father wanted to find a book. What kind of a book might that be? And was the library already ready to borrow books? How was her father so sure that the book was here? She suspected he was going to “steal” something? Why else was she not allowed in? And “stealing” was not so wise in Babylon. There were high penalties for minor offenses here, despite the town being a rancid pleasure town. She tried to think about something else for a moment. From here she had a nice view of the city and the Euphrates. She was dreaming and forgot to walk. She felt like Alice in Wonderland, everything was so strange here. Unheimlich was a better word for how she felt. Best would go through them as soon as possible. But the city enchanted her so much that she stayed away from the place for a while. This experience resembled a sleep paralysis she had once had. Just as she regained control of her muscles and was about to continue walking, she heard her name calling. In the distance she saw her father. That was quick. She walked on slowly because she was afraid of getting back into such a paralyzing situation. “Stop”, her father shouted. Loïs turned around. She saw him reach for his heart. This was not a good sign. He ducked to the ground and just managed to break his fall. “Daddy,” she yelled. She looked around for help, but the street was still quiet. Everyone was reeling from last night’s umpteenth party. She ran to him. Her condition was bad. She rarely ran. But now she ran as fast as possible to get to her father. When she was with him, he had already collapsed like a pathetic heap. She grabbed him upset. “Daddy, Daddy.” “Get help,” he gasped, “copy the book and send everything to Jerusalem and the Jewish congregations in Turkey. It’s urgent.”
“Which book?” It was probably in his bag. She had little choice. She had to step into the first store or bar to get help. What was she supposed to do now? She couldn’t leave him alone, could she? “Daddy, Daddy,” she said. She had to choose. Upset, she grabbed his bag. She wanted to get help but she didn’t know where. For a moment she couldn’t choose. For a moment her gaze crossed the gaze of a weird guy standing thirty yards away. He was dressed in black and wearing a black hat. And he wore sunglasses that looked more like camouflage than sun protection. On his chest was an emblem with the face of “Spiderman”. Really weird guy … It seemed he was looking at her father in a sinister way. It didn’t even occur to her to ask him for help. And so she left her father alone. Potjandorie. Most stores were still closed due to the past holidays. That had to happen to her again. Every other day everything had been open long ago. The streets were exceptionally quiet, especially by Babylonian standards. Her father couldn’t have figured out a worse time to have a heart attack. But Café Atlantis was certainly an exception to the situation. She had to walk for a few more minutes. Of course she had her cell phone with her. But she had no idea who to call? Her mother was no longer alive. She could call her family. But then she wouldn’t just cause panic; it wouldn’t make much sense either. Potjandorie and typhus that this must happen to her now. Good thing she came along. Running had never been her forte. Her fitness was behind schedule and she couldn’t run in her sandals anyway. What an incredible shitty situation. Indeed Café Atlantis was open. The bartender looked like a head banger. The problem was she couldn’t get a word out. She was out of breath and the worst part was she blacked out. All typhus, what should she say? “My father”, she stammered, “telephone please”! “Shall I call an ambulance”? the bartender answered alertly. Apparently he already knew what time it was. Besides, people regularly became unwell in Babylon. Sometimes this was due to the heat, but often also to drug use in combination with too much partying. “Yes yes yes yes …” she said. “My father” she cried, “heart attack”. The headbanger had quickly hit nails and was already on the phone. After some unintelligible Arabic chatter, he hung up again. “Ambulance here in 5 minutes,” said the headbanger. The many head banging had made him alert. She thought for five minutes. If you had to wait for it, five minutes was way too long. She was terribly opposed to leaving her father alone. Maybe he was beaten up? Last week a tourist was beaten up here. She involuntarily reached into her father’s bag. That weird melancholic song in the background only made matters worse: “Little Drummer Boy”, by Boney M. It had become the national anthem of Babel in the corridors. Rivers of Babylon was also played often. And it didn’t fit in this bar. Why was this song on the radio now? Those were questions that had to do with the mystical. Besides, just like her father’s sudden heart attack. Did it sometimes have something to do with that weird bitch with those scary glasses and that Spiderman emblem? She parked that question for a moment. She took the book out of the bag with trembling hands. “Wow” she thought. Her father had cut the barcode off. That was the first thing she saw. The headbanger watched with curiosity. Loïs read the title, Tzafon, Midnight: Atlantis from Jerusalem to Babylon… by Leon Elshout. Was this Dutch? But she understood what the title was about. Go ahead, Atlantis. Had her father risked a heart attack for this? And what a fluke to discover this book here.
God is calling me
1 God is calling me
On June 4, 2007, American pastor Rich Nathan gave a historic speech at the Sojourners forum (Nathan in Sojotube, 2007). This speech was on the occasion of the US presidential election. But his words unfortunately passed the ears of the general public. Rich Nathan’s kick-off was not bad. He compared the fall of Rome in 410 AD by Alaric’s army to the September 11 attacks on the World Trade Center in New York (Nathan in Sojotube, 2007). After the fall of Rome, it seemed as if the future of Christianity was directly at stake. But it was Aurelius Augustinus who wrote his book, the Civitate Dei (City of God) in response to this event (Nathan in Sojotube, 2007). This city is mentioned in Revelation 21: 2. Today, it seems that Christianity is in the doldrums in the 21st century. But Rich Nathan’s speech might have kicked off a restart of Christianity (Nathan in Sojotube, 2007)? One glowing comment he made was that the secular left and the orthodox right have fallen into the same dead end (Nathan in Sojotube, 2007). The secular left denies that the City of God exists at all. The religious right believes that the City of God and the worldly City are the same city. Do we have a glimpse of Atlantis here, which was a contradictory island? The island closed itself off from the outside world and had everything in abundance while a moment later it argued with the whole world. The twin kings of Atlantis and the dualistic “Saint and Peter” Pillars of Hercules suggested that Atlantis consisted of two opposing cities rather than a single island. Are Jerusalem and Babylon these two cities? Both cities were called a mountain (Psalm 24: 3 versus Jeremiah 51:25) and were the blueprints for other mythical mountains such as Troy, Asgard, Olympus, Mashi or the central hill on Atlantis (Kritias 113). With the earthquake in Revelation 16:18 that fell End-time Babylon and with the temple of the antichrist – Poseidon / Atlas – that will soon be in Jerusalem (Matthew 24:15), we already have two symbols with which we can make a first sketch. Had the mysterious Python ghost in Acts 16:16 forged both cities together to make a fictional island of Atlantis? We will keep this option. With my Atlantis book I hope to do the same as Augustine intended: to give a new impulse to Pauline Christianity in the short time that remains until the End Times. Atlantis has everything to do with the approaching End Time. I did my homework and pierced the deeper layers of Plato’s Atlantis story. Atlantis is a theological and not an archaeological concept. After all, what about Heracles, Zeus, Poseidon and Athena. They were idols. We will see that Heracles came from Tire, a city that was a trading rival to Jerusalem in the Old Testament. While Poseidon and Athena were also known in the Bible, namely Dagon (Judges 16) (Elshout, 2018-f / g) and Astarte (1 Kings 11: 5) (Elshout, [phthalo blue], 2018-c, reaction: May 6 2018, 14:42). Atlantis is not about undersea ruins at all. We will see what Atlantis is all about: about the fall of world capitalism. After all, capitalism is also a religion, namely a Mammon religion (Luke 16:13).