"Good boy! What else?"The Fatima Message 233"It would have to have the sixth next to his name,
right?"
"Right."
"I got it .... "
She sealed my lips with her index finger.
"Don't say it, or write it. Here's a puzzle that calls for
careful thought to solve. Let him that hath understand
ing count the number of the beast for it is the number of
a man."
I sat there speechless for a long time. I didn't say
anything, as a flood of mental images passed through my
mind.
It was past noon and very hot and dry. We were both
thirsty, and my head had begun to ache. I realized that,
up until now, my life had been simple, despite all the
hassles and problems I'd had. Now everything seemed
changed. I was part of Rama's plan. At some indefinable
point, I had accepted a task, a responsibility, and because
I now believed what she was saying, I couldn't turn back.
We got up and walked toward the swimming pool,
stopping for a drink of water. By the time we got out of
the pool, my head had cleared somewhat. Rama, sensing
my mood, was very quiet. Yet I'd never felt closer to her.
The one thing that intrigued me the most was this
man, the internationally famous world leader who was
to be what Rama called "the antichrist."
Finally, I could contain my curiosity no longer.
"Rama, what about this man? Does he know? He had
to have read the Bible at one time or another. Why did he
choose that name?"
"Don't ask me things like that. It's a whole mess of
ceremonies and barbaric rites that nobody understands.
As far as reading the Bible is concerned, I don't think he
realizes it. He probably doesn't even believe what's
written in the Bible. His thirst for power and wealth is a