Supernatural: A Fijian Experience

“By the blood of Christ and the oath of the Temple, let it be known: This house is sanctuary to the faithful, a fortress of the Cross. All who enter in humility and peace shall find rest in His embrace. But let no man defile these stones with the blood of the innocent. For upon such desecration, the Knights of the Temple—sworn in death as in life— shall rise from shadow and flame, to strike the blasphemer with steel unseen. His days shall be numbered, his body broken, and his soul cast into darkness without end. So swear we, the Poor Fellow-Soldiers of Christ, until the last trumpet sounds.” ⛓️ Inscription-Style Curse Latin Version (Templar tone): “Sanguis Innocentium hic non effundatur. Si effunditur, Milites Templi resurgent. Gladium invisibilem ferent, et vindicta Dei super impios cadet.” (“Let not the blood of innocents be spilled here. If it is, the Knights of the Temple shall rise. They shall bear the invisible sword, and the vengeance of God shall fall upon the wicked.”) Hebrew ...

Hidden deep in the forests of Eastern Europe stood an ancient stone chapel, known only to the villagers as  Kapell Sion . For more than three centuries it had kept its vigil, built by returning warrior-monks of the Knights Templar. Its round walls mirrored the Holy Sepulchre in Jerusalem, its altar aligned with the rising eastern star. Beneath its floor were hidden weapons—axes, maces, swords—consecrated with blood and prayer. Above its doorway, carved in Hebrew, was the warning: “Let not the blood of innocents be spilled here. If it is, the Knights of the Temple shall rise. They shall bear the invisible sword, and the vengeance of God shall fall upon the wicked.” For generations the villagers guarded this place in reverence. But peace ended when waves of refugees arrived. At first, the people of the village gave them food and shelter. Yet soon armed young men forced their way into homes, stripped crosses from walls, and declared Sharia law. To resist was mocked as hatred. Christia...

For generations the villagers whispered its name only in hushed tones— Kapell Sion . They said it was the northern echo of Jerusalem itself, a sanctuary built by warrior-monks who returned from the Holy Land bearing relics and secrets too dangerous for kings to keep. Its round stone walls were modeled after the Holy Sepulchre, its altar aligned with the rising of the eastern star. But it was not just a house of prayer. Beneath its floor lay weapons sanctified in blood and oath, and an inscription at its gate warned of terrible vengeance should innocent blood be spilled upon its stones. When Vera’s sacrifice stained the icon of Christ, the ancient covenant awoke. And from Kapell Sion’s walls, the Templar dead rose in spectral ranks, their vow renewed, their vengeance unstoppable. Hebrew Version (simplified, transliterated): “Dam ha-naki al even zo al yishafekh. Ki im yishafekh, anshei ha-heikhal yakumu. V’kherev Elohim yivla et ha-r’sha’im.” (“The blood of the innocent shall not be shed...

The road from Brighton to Wonthaggi was long and hollow that night. Penelope and Dassah drove in silence, the darkness pressing against the car windows like a weight. Their Aunty Anne had insisted they take a gift for their mother—a small, framed photograph wrapped neatly in paper. Anne’s hand had trembled as she’d passed it over. “She’ll know,” she whispered. Sleep dragged heavy at Penelope’s eyes. Just for a moment her head dipped, the car drifting before she snapped awake. In the rear-view mirror:  blue and red lights  slashed the night. Her pulse quickened as she eased the car to the shoulder. She nudged Dassah awake, both sisters sitting rigid as a shadow approached the window. The man was in uniform, but wrong. His hair waved in unseen currents, drifting like weeds underwater. His skin was pale and sunken, his eyes wide, unblinking. The nameplate on his vest glinted faintly: “Constable Ben Raloday.” He bent toward the glass, voice deep and hollow. “Do you know why I am s...

“ Silence the Debate, Collapse the Confidence in Law, Order, and Alliances” 🔱 REVELATION Revelation 13:5–6 “The beast was given a mouth to utter proud words and blasphemies and to exercise its authority for forty-two months. It opened its mouth to blaspheme God, and to slander his name and his dwelling place and those who live in heaven.” ⚔️ RAGNAROK – Völuspá 60 “Words are broken, oaths are false, the speech of men becomes poison. The wolf feeds on silence, and no man dares to speak truth.” 👿 THE DEVIL’S DECREE “Destroy the family and I destroy the future. Silence the debate and I silence the truth. For armies cannot defeat free men, but fear and doublespeak can enslave them without chains.” 🎯 OBJECTIVE Collapse confidence in governments, institutions, and alliances by: Striking the shepherds of speech. Unmasking dissent as “hate.” Fracturing families until no youth remains to resist. Turning universities into temples of doublespeak. The Devil does not merely seek blood. He seeks...

The storm rolled across the outback like a beast loosed from its chains. Rain hammered the red earth until it bled mud, the swollen river cutting me off from the road ahead. Soaked through, I stumbled on an abandoned shack. Its roof sagged, timbers groaning, but it was shelter. Inside, I lit a fire in the old hearth, the flames crackling to life and wrapping me in welcome heat. I found a battered chair and sank into it, glad to be out of the storm’s fury. That’s when I noticed him. A figure lingered by the door, just beyond the fire’s glow—an older man, grey beard under an Akubra, oilskin horseman’s trench coat dripping wet, jeans tucked into bloodstone boots. “That’s a fine fire you’ve started,” he said, voice calm and steady. Thinking him another traveler caught by the storm, I gestured to the empty chair. “Pull up a seat. Would be nice to have company on a night like this.” He smiled faintly. “Especially nights like these. They say this place is haunted. Always gave me the shivers, ...