It is an honor to have you as a member of our subscription service! Share today. #27 Johnny: River Euphrates Dries Up“My lords,” the messenger gasped, his voice trembling, “the Euphrates River… an overpowering bolt of lightning has struck it and… and it has instantly dried up!”New to Johnny? Read all episodes HERE.
Listen to the dramatic version of this episode by storyteller Angelica. A Dinner of DestinyThe room was dimly lit, the flickering candlelight casting long shadows on the walls. Johnny sat at the elegantly set table, his fingers drumming nervously on the polished wood that once held the body of the Hebrew God’s Son. Across from him, Apollyon, with his piercing eyes and enigmatic smile, seemed unfazed by the ominous rumblings outside. Thunderous warnings echoed through the night, shaking the very foundations of the epicenter of the world Chancellor. The windows rattled as if the heavens were issuing a dire prophetic proclamation. Yet, within the confines of this room, a strange calm prevailed. Johnny cleared his throat, attempting to mask his unease. “Quite the storm out there,” he remarked, his voice betraying a hint of apprehension. Apollyon leaned back in his chair, a knowing glint in his eyes. “Indeed, Johnny. But sometimes, the most profound revelations come amidst the chaos.” As the storm raged on, the two men shared a meal, their conversation weaving through mundane and apocalyptically mystical topics. Outside, the world seemed on the brink of upheaval, but inside, a different kind of tempest was brewing—one that would change the course of their destinies forever. Johnny’s voice trembled with urgency as he leaned forward, his eyes wide with concern. “Apollyon, you must listen! The Hebrew God is pouring out the relentless bowls of wrath. Each one brings devastation and suffering. We cannot ignore these signs!” Apollyon chuckled softly, a bemused smile playing on his lips. “Oh, Johnny, always the dramatic one. You worry too much. These so-called ‘bowls of wrath’ are child’s play to frighten the gullible. Let us enjoy our meal and leave the divine theatrics to the gods.” Johnny’s heart sank as Apollyon dismissed his warnings with a wave of his hand, the storm outside growing fiercer with each passing moment. The heavy wooden doors of the dining hall burst open, and a breathless messenger stumbled in, his face pale with shock. “My lords,” he gasped, his voice trembling, “the Euphrates River… an overpowering bolt of lightning has struck it and… and it has instantly dried up!” The room fell silent, the gravity of the announcement hanging in the air. Johnny’s eyes widened in horror while Apollyon merely raised an eyebrow, a skeptical smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. “Well, it seems the divine theatrics have taken a rather dramatic turn,” he remarked, his tone laced with depraved irony. It is time for the frogs, said Apollyon. What do you mean? Johnny pleaded. An eerie silence enveloped the room as the messenger’s words hung in the air. Suddenly, Johnny and Apollyon convulsed without warning, their mouths opening wide. Instantly, frog-like spirits began to shoot forth from their mouths, croaking and writhing as they filled the room with an otherworldly presence. Johnny’s eyes widened in terror, while Apollyon, for the first time, seemed genuinely expectant. The spirits, grotesque and unsettling, leapt and danced around the dining hall, their croaks echoing ominously against the walls begging for Apollyon’s command. After taking a deep breath, out came a loud command from Apollyon, Rise and perform great signs, go abroad to the kings of the whole world, to assemble them for battle in the valley of Megiddo, the great land of the Hebrew God. Empower the kings to bring their warriors across the dry bed of the Euphrates to front the land of Israel from the east. Go now! Myriads of demon frog spirits departed the room with an energy that shook the walls of the hall. Apollyon looked over at Johnny with disgust. I thought I asked you to assemble the great army of Lucifaria? Apollyon shouted. Johnny rose above the table, suspended in air, filled his lungs with fiery breath and said, How dare you raise your voice to me. For I am the great prophet of doom. I proclaim this day, that our days are numbered, our doom is eminent, and we will burn eternally in the hands of the Hebrew God. Apollyon trembled uncontrollably! For he knew he angered the spirit of Lucifaria. Johnny and Apollyon heard the sound of reverberating etching. On the east wall of the dining hall an invisible hand engraved these words, Behold, I am coming like a thief! Blessed are My pure bloodline Jews who remain awake, keeping their garments on, that they may not go about naked and be seen exposed to the Beast’s wickedness!”
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