There was a rich and powerful man that had always lived the life of favor. This same man was charismatic and well educated, but he chose to give way to the things of this world and the pleasures of the flesh. In some ways he was not unlike most men, save for his wealth and power which brought him no joy. Something happened inside this man one afternoon. Something not easily explained. But one thing was sure; the world would never be the same again.

One early afternoon this man awoke in a brothel off of the streets of Bombay. He heard the unmistakable sound of a crowd of people as if in a heightened state. The discord and repetitious ranting came from the streets below. This man stepped toward the balcony and looking down, he witnessed a procession, a terrifying celebration of the Crucifixion. Men in great mass marched through the streets as they flogged themselves with all manners of torturous devices. Other worshippers hung themselves, nailed to wooden crosses, while still others drove the nails. Numerous others forced hooks through their flesh as a disturbing form of devotion toward their Christian God, Jesus of Nazareth.

This one man was so moved by this act of devotion that he weeped greatly. He looked into the corner of the room and saw the prostitute’s young daughter fast asleep. He felt more shame than ever before in his life. The woman tried to console him but he pushed her aside, then apologized exceedingly. He ran down the steps from the brothel and joined the mass as the cavalcade proceeded through the crowded streets. Weeping terribly with tears streaming down his face, he ripped one of the whips from a man’s hand and began to flog his own flesh, tearing it open as he continued to perform this odd self-inflicted propitiation. He cried aloud for forgiveness with a repentant heart but felt his words fell on deaf ears. The procession continued to make its way down the saturated streets of Bombay.

A while later the man’s unconscious body was found by police as he lay in the gutter of a deserted street. He was mistaken for a drunkard and the police prodded him with a billy club. They turned his body and discovered his self-inflicted wounds. They carried him away in a police vehicle. Hours later he became conscious in a large cell that housed many inmates. He was being held in the police stations holding cell. He watched how the guards treated the poor. They were beaten and even robbed of what little they had including their dignity. They were jailed while the rich were released almost apologetically. "Money is surely the root of all evil!"

Shackled hand and feet to other inmates the man was brought before a judge the next morning. His powerful western lawyers appeared on his behalf. They apologized for inconveniencing the court and placed a hefty envelope filled with money on the judge’s desktop. He was to be immediately released. "And what of these?" Pointing to the poor. "They have no money so they must stay?" "How much to release all of these men?" The judge looked perplexed. "How much?" "I will pay for each of their freedom!" The attorney’s tried to intervene but he pushed them aside. "How much?" The judge and the attorneys reached an agreement. The prisoners were to be released at once.

As this man was ushered from the station the men followed after him, thankful and grateful for their newly obtained freedom. The man was then whisked away by his entourage. He took in each man’s expression and held it to his heart as the vehicle pulled away. The people ran along side of the car until they could keep up no more. "Have you gone mad?" "What has come over you?" But it was too late, the man’s countenance revealed that he had found his calling. He desired to be the man of the people. All people. He vowed unto himself to do all he could to save the kinsmen of this world from greed, poverty, and injustice. Realizing that there was only so much one man could do, he grieved. "Order a meeting with the board." "I will immediately liquidate all my holdings in the company." One of the men bitterly tried to argue his point. "It is not in your best interest." "It is not in the best interest of the shareholders." "I will not allow this!" "You are not in a right state of mind and therefore the other members will agree with me." "My mind is made up." "I ought to do what must be done."

This one man stood before his partners of a huge conglomerate. An alliance that had systematically destroyed rival corporations and even managed to eradicate the economy of the European Community. This corporation was one of the few organizations to remain in the entire world and this one man was the most powerful of all. His corporation’s presence was felt throughout the entire business world. It’s existence crucial to the survival of the market as it had been known.

The board members argued that to liquidate his shares would jeopardize their holdings and bring financial instability, if not complete ruin, not only to their corporation, but also to the world’s economy. He would not be moved by their words for he knew of their desire to influence world trade and even their desire to one day, control the world. "When a man makes a great mistake, he realizes it." "Having realized it, he admits it." "Having admitted it, he corrects it." "He considers those that point out his faults as his most benevolent teachers." "He thinks of his enemy as the shadow of himself." His most outspoken opponent cursed him to his face. "This man is a traitor and will be the ruin of us all!" They did attack him, beat and spit at him as he left the room. That same outspoken opponent made slanderous references toward him, calling him an Ischariot and a Brutus. But this one man who wanted nothing to do with these men would eventually learn who was to be the neoteric Judas.

He began to give all that he owned, his possessions and his soul to the poor. He had found a great inner peace in these selfless acts of kindness, a peace he had never known before, but this peace co-mingled with culpability, a reproach he associated with these selfless acts. He wanted to find a way to give even more of himself.

The world of finance and the ruling powers that had been became very unstable.

The lone man wandered the world and became overwhelmed with his love for the people. He was filled with compassion for the sickly, and the lost, and the starving, and the poor and the down hearted, and the lonely. He wished he were Jesus, Moses, Allah, and Buddha. He would die to save the world and felt remorse and profound guilt forever imagining that he, himself could be worthy of washing their feet with the tears he shed.

Some began to whisper that he was the Messiah. But there is only one true Messiah and this man was not Jesus, Moses, or Allah and he knew this to be true. "How many messiah’s must sacrifice their lives and to how many god’s so that these god’s might hear the cries of their children?" "And how many sons must die on the cross, or prophets left to wander in the wilderness before they rest in the land of milk and honey?" "How many of his children must perish for God to make himself known to mankind?" "We are as mother’s without children, breasts to nurture and none to feed." "We are the mentor with no instructions to give." "Teachers with no students to learn!" "Vast empty fields with no fruit to yield unto the harvest." "We are the womb that never bares children, yet are desirous of a full life."

His words would not fall on deaf ears. Now, he began to be obsessed with saving the world. "There must be a way to break through?" "There must be a connection to man and God!"

He traveled to Israel in search of this answer while the border wars over her territories continued to rage on. He had himself baptized in the river where John had baptized Jesus of Nazareth. Others flocked to him wishing to be baptized by his hands. "The old man is buried and so the sins that have past are washed downstream." "You are now raised a new man." He goes to the Wailing Wall and begins to teach on the glories of heaven. He is received well by the people but the religious leaders mock his words. "By what authority do you come to us?" "Are you not a sinner?" "You blaspheme the God of Israel." He replied; "The oceans isolate the lands and borders are made to divide and to separate." "There is no unity in distinct nations." "Government’s stockpile weapons of mass destruction while they should be building tractors for harvest and school houses to enlighten." "Take heed in what you teach." "For your own words are as a venomous snake which will strike out against you." The religious zealots mock him again; "And you shall tread upon this serpent?" Again he spoke to them; "For whoever is given much, much is expected in return." "And as you judge, so shall you be judged." "Therefore I say, stand not in judgement." He turned to walk away as the religious zealots laughed him to scorn. Some of the crowd who had gathered during this disputation began to follow this one man.

Soon the whole world began to hear of this one man. Muslims, Christians, and Jews believed he was Moses, Jesus, and Allah. His fervent love for the people had somehow given him enigmatic powers to heal the lame. They too believed so much in this one man’s message and their level of faith escalated so greatly that he did appear to be the catalyst, which brought forth healing. Their iniquities were removed, their loneliness and suffering, gone forever, simply by reaching out and touching his garment. He became the chosen one, the messiah the world had desperately awaited. But he knew he was only a man and not a descendant of the god’s.

And the masses kept drawing unto him, into the hundreds of millions now. And on and on it went.

He traveled into the desert by foot as many worshippers followed. He prayed for strength and fasted for 40 days, and the spirit of God fell upon him in a hallucination. He was tormented in a dream, knowing full well what was to befall mankind. Images and visions of his own demise begin to fill his mind. He saw the earth spinning through space as a lifeless void. "Must we drink from this cup?" And still the people flocked to this one man.

All of the world's religious leaders feared this one man. The likes of he the world had never seen. "The Muslims, Jews and Christians have denied there God's and turned to this one man." "The return of the Messiah?" "Is he to be the new King?" "Is this the new world order?" "The second coming of Christ!" "The return of Moses, Allah!" The world rejoiced. The religious leaders did not, and so they became more devisive. And the more he denied being the Messiah the more they clung to him.

The religious heads began to hold secretive ecumenical counsels to decide what to do with this man whom the people called their Messiah. The chosen one. "What shall be his fait?" "He is a threat to out traditions, our governments, our religious leaders, the world order." Political leaders and warring factions agreed this man is dangerous, so they follow the advice of this one man’s most outspoken adversary. "He is the antichrist!" And they begin to speak of his wealth; his power and his hedonistic past and the media began to reveal who this man once was. But the people would not hear these words. Still this one man became more powerful and fervent with his new found zeal.

The few who would not hearken unto his words of wisdom began to plot his dissolution. But the throngs of people would not let anyone close enough to harm him. His adversaries had do devise a plan, they needed someone who could carry out their contrivance of murder. The only man who could stop him was his old business associate who by now had lost all of his fortune to the whims of this one man. The neoteric Judas would do anything to stop this one man, even if it meant becoming his closest ally. So he went to him, falling at his feet and begging forgiveness. The lone man lifted him, took him into his arms and welcomed him.

And his fervent teachings made him one with God. And he was declared the Antichrist. And they had secretively chosen his adversary to lead the way and bring him before the world leaders, to finally save the world from this false messiah. So he was captured and brought before every tribunal and religious faction around the globe. He was found guilty of unspeakable heresies by every religious sect and would surely pay for his deceit. He was declared to be Satan incarnate and he was condemned to death by all powers that be. "You have shouted from the hilltops and whispered in the ears of all men that this world is filled with division." "Let it be known on this day forward that this world has agreed in one mind and one accord that you are the false messiah." "And you will pay for this deception with your life and this act of necessity will bring peace and unity back to this world." "For if you are truly the Messiah, then you will surely not die." "For the last Messiah is to bring peace to the world and you have brought forth nothing but division." "And if you are Satan himself, as we contend you to be, then the world will finally be rid of you and this will be your final undoing."

The whole world watched images beamed into their homes as the last Messiah was brought to his place of death. Crowds of evil doers tortured and tormented him as he was led to the place he would die. This last Messiah was tortured on a grand scale. The likes of which had never been seen before.

He was relieved at his death and wanted to carry the sins of the world with him in his departure, but he knew that he could not do this because he was not the Messiah. He knew he was just a man, merely a victim of the religious leaders and their superstitions. "The whole world should take notice that the Antichrist is dead." "Be deceived no more!" But peace did not come to the world, only more division.

Many of the masses that followed him turned away. They were cheated once again as it had been done numerous times in the past, deceived in the name of their God.

Remnants of the masses that mourned him in death remained loyal. They too were put to death. "Turn from this man and live, remain here with his lifeless carcass and you too shall die." Wholesale massacre occurred as the faithful freely gave their necks to the sword. To the gun. To any manner of sin available.

The lost souls initiated wars and endless rioting. The world was in worse shape than at anytime that had past in the history of mankind.

The man that was chosen by all religious powers to topple the last messiah would be the only one who could stop the endless carnage. The religious rulers all agreed. Finally, the unity they had sought for countless generations. "Only he could bring peace and sanity back to the world." They had unknowingly chosen Moloch, the true Antichrist as their savior. They had chosen Lucifer over the last messiah.

Satan stepped from a balcony with the Pope and other world religious leaders at his side. Millions of people that filled the streets below watched in harmony as the neoteric Judas began to tell of his plan to bring peace once again unto the world.

The crowds cheer was so resounding that it pierced the heavens.