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Date Posted: 16:26:42 12/13/17 Wed
Author: Jeffery (Flaig)
Subject: Book

Pages 1-20,
M206
Jeff Flaig

M206
Jeff Flaig

This is my story about a dream, one that I have been having for several years now. It is about heaven and a time period during the thousand year rule of Christ upon the earth.
When I ask friends or other people about heaven, I often get a blank response. That leaves me to presume that most people don’t have an idea of what heaven will be like.
Why is it important?
The world has sold us and our kids all these magical beings like Santa Claus, Easter Bunny, Tooth Fairy, Elves, and more. Kids want to believe in something magical, so do adults.
Imagine the wonderful things that we could tell them about heaven. Once we realize that heaven is much more than just a place to sit around and sing, play instruments and eat. We could find more “magic” to fulfill the wildest imaginations of our children for all of eternity. Yet, we don’t talk about it with them.
There are places and creatures there that will bogle the mind. It is only a matter of time before these things will be revealed to us.
This story is not to make you believe as I do, but to encourage you to think for yourself. What is heaven to you? What will you be and do there? God said that it would be greater than anything we can imagination. Imagine that.
God has said that man has not seen, heard, nor has it entered the heart those things that He has prepared for those that love him.
That tells me that it will be even greater, maybe different, than anything we can come up with in our own imagination.
The purpose is to make you think about heaven as our future home. Shouldn’t we be excited about that? Shouldn’t we make our children excited about that?
One day, if you are a true believer in Christ, you will physically be in heaven. You will see, hear, smell, speak, and touch everything there. If your children are saved, they will be sharing those things with you.
Perhaps, this is the most important reason to write this story. That is to encourage you to inspire your children to desire heaven more than they do the world.
Again, this is only a story about a dream that I have been having for several years. It has been a powerful dream for me. I hope that it will come true one day.
But should it not come true, it is no big deal. Undoubtedly, heaven will be the most wonderful place to be. For those who trust in Christ, it will be an eternity of wonder.
So, this is not doctrine or theology, just a story.
You may have your own story. God said that He would give us the desire of our hearts.
Not being a great writer, I hope there is a story here to tell. I am going to tell it to the best of ability. Consider mine and your future home in heaven.

I woke up to the sun shinning through the window. The blinds were halfway shut. So it was a mix of light and shadow. I love it when it is like that. It has been cloudy for weeks. Today was a nice change.
It appeared to be a nice spring day outside. The colors in my room told me this. Stretching and thinking about getting out of bed, with a series of long moans, you would think was coming out of hibernation. I wasn't going back to sleep even though I was old, retired and unmotivated.
So, I laid there thinking about what the day had in store. Nothing was planned yet.
The phone rang. It was my son Jesse. We talked for a bit. Our conversations always led to some doctrine or another. He kind of likes the fringe science when related to the bible.
I keep telling him that these things don’t really matter. What matters is that we are saved and we need to be telling others. He agreed and had to go. He said “love you dad, goodbye.” and hung up.
My main concern in this world is the salvation of my Children and their children. Yet, that does not diminish my passion for those who do not know Christ.
The world is becoming such a dangerous place, Because of that, Christ is coming back soon, and no one should be left behind, no one.
Unfortunately, these days, it seems that salvation has become less important to so many. The world has and is becoming deaf to the Word of God. His Word gives me a deep sense of yearning for Christ’s return and moving to heaven.
Again, several years back, I started having these dreams, day dreams about heaven and what it would be like.
Often wondering if that was because of my age with one foot in the grave and the other dangling in this world. Perhaps, just too much time on my hands, but quite certain that some of us will not be here on this earth too much longer. At some point, it became important to me to tell others of my thoughts.
I never thought of heaven to be a place where we sat around on fluffy white clouds contemplating life, singing and playing music all the time. I was guilty of always steering conversation to heaven and what my thoughts about it where. In spite of heaven’s physical attributes, the most important thing to me was that our families were there.
Thinking about Jesse’s and my conversation, I sensed that he got frustrated with me as usual. Then, said goodbye so as not to argue. I love that boy of mine, his brothers and sisters too.
They all, with exception of Sophie, had families. Sophie is only nine. I remarried after my first wife divorced me. I now have eleven grandchildren. They, unfortunately, are spread all over the place, from Oregon to Kentucky to Canada. I am longing for the day when we will all be together in the Kingdom of God.
Just then, I remembered a table in the garage that needed to be refinished and sold. To accomplish that, it needed some materials from the hardware store, like sand paper and the correct stain. Now, with a bit of reluctance, I got up, dressed and headed out for the hardware store.
About halfway there, my car was blindsided by another car. The other guy hit me so hard that it knocked me out of the driver's side door.
I saw the car coming. It was moving very fast. The passenger side door came crushing towards me. It wasn’t necessarily slow motion but, every detail was clear. Glass was breaking all around. The passenger seat compressed like an accordion. Different parts of the sheet metal, like the hood, twisted and folded up. It was like a series of movie trailers.
My car was pushed up against the curb. With no seat belt on and the door unlocked. The door flung open and I was thrown out. Again, noticing every detail of the door as I passed through and beyond the sidewalk and down a grassy embankment.
It didn’t hurt, but I could feel every part of my body that touched the cement. I rolled past the sidewalk and kept rolling and rolling down that grassy embankment. All the while thinking to myself “This is odd!” How was this possible? There was no pain. It seemed like I must have rolled for several minutes, finely coming to rest. It was confusing as people were screaming. There was a faint sound of a siren in the distance. It was getting closer.
The screaming and the voices came to an abrupt end. It all went black.
I don’t know how long I was out. It must have been for some time. When I woke up, my eyes would not open. There was a sound of birds singing all around. It smelled of the forest, flowers, dirt and grass. The sun was warm on my face and body. Curiously, I felt like I had just woken from the most wonderful nap. “Was this all a dream?” It took a short while before I could open my eyes.
Lying flat on my back and looking at a very wonderful blue sky, I lifted my head slowly to have a look at myself. My body was still in one piece and, thankfully there was no pain. It was amazing. I moved my arms, my hands, my legs, and feet just to make sure everything was working.
Now, look back in the direction of my car, or where it should have been, nothing but forest, neither was there any people around. This in not where I am supposed to be. Both cars, other traffic, the street itself was nowhere in sight. Confusion set in.
In spite of this experience, I felt good and had this rush of energy. I sat up and found myself in a small meadow surrounded by trees. Then, I stood up and looked back to where my car was supposed to be, again, nothing but meadow and forest. There was a trail leading into the forest on the left. It seemed like a good place to start. I headed for it.
Thinking “This is impossible!”, I stopped momentarily to gather myself, trying to think clearly. This was not logical. It did not make sense.
I started walking down the path hoping that it would lead somewhere familiar. Each step came with a sense of caution. As time and distance passed, I began to notice how beautiful my surroundings were. It was certainly dream like. I put my hand against a tree and pushed, took a deep breath through my nose. It was real, and the smell of the forest was very strong. Can you do that in a dream? It was very real to me.
Well, dream or not, I had this overwhelming sensed to keep moving. And, I didn't know what else to do.
I started taking in the beautiful landscape. There was a small creek to the right, half shaded by tall trees and half lit by the sun. It sparkled as it flowed. It had that awesome sound of water rippling over the rocks. Beautiful rainbow trout and other small fish jumped out and splashed back in. There were ferns and small water plants all along the side of it. The forest, dirt, pine trees, water and plants combined to make a wonderful smell. Being more than fascinated, I began thinking that this was a perfect place to drop a fishing line.
I came to the conclusion that this was not a dream. For some reason I was moved from that accident and put here, or I died and this is heaven. Maybe someone kidnapped me and dumped me here. Why would someone do that? Who knows? At the moment, it seemed like the only logical reason. My kids, my family and friends, all came to mind. I immediately longed for them as I continued down the path. Those thoughts eventually faded and I was back taking in my surroundings.
The tall dense trees opened here and there into small meadows of flowers and bushes that were in full bloom. It must have been early summer. It was morning and quite warm already. At home it was still early spring. This was clearly not spring. I walked for at least an hour and eventually came out in a clearing with a large log cabin situated in the middle.
I stopped for a moment to see if anyone was around. The door to the cabin seemed to open by itself. So, I walked up the front steps across the big porch and to the door.
The inside of the cabin was very rustic. There was a very large fireplace just inside the door to the right. It smelled of fresh cut wood and smoke from a recent fire. I hollered out, but no one answered. There was a large table in the back just this side of some bay windows looking out the back of the cabin into the beautiful sunlit forest.
There was a glass of orange juice and some hot cakes sitting next to a bottle of syrup. “Is anyone home?” There was no answer. To the left of the living room was a hall leading to some bedrooms. I hollered down the hall“. Is anybody here?” Again, there was no answer.
I was beginning to feel like it was the twilight zone. There was another door to the left of the fireplace. It was slightly open. It opened to a small dark library. Certainly, nobody was home.
I felt very nervous and decided to go outside and wait for someone to come. There was an old rocker on the porch. I sat down and waited.
There were no roads leading up to the cabin. To get here one had to hike in. They probably had to take the same path that I did. So, I kept an eye on the path.
Across the yard that was in front of the cabin was a small lake. Its beachfront came right up to the yard. It was smooth as glass until a flock of Canadian geese swooped in, along with a couple of large white swans.
I began to think about fishing again, as there was a small boat pulled up and tied off on the shore. I sat there for hours thinking that someone was sure to come by. I waited on the porch into the night, but no one came. I wasn’t going to sit there all night.
So, I went inside. I walked over to the table to see that the orange juice still had a chill on the glass and the hot cakes were still warm. “How odd” I thought to myself. I was hungry, and took a drink of the orange juice. It was the most refreshing and best tasting orange juice I have ever tasted. The hotcakes were excellent with the syrup, a perfect maple flavor. I ate it all up, all the while thinking it might be someone else’s meal.
After eating, I built a fire. Now being certain that no one was coming tonight, I made myself at home.
There was this strange fridge in the kitchen, which was full of different kinds of juices. I poured myself another glass of orange juice. The fire was nice and warm.
I pulled a small loveseat up to it and had a seat. I then found a pillow and laid it at one end of the loveseat. It was just big enough to be comfortable. So, I put my feet up on the other end.
I still had no clue where I was. Was I alive? I drank my juice, and settled in for the night. I fell asleep and woke midmorning.
Once fully awake, I got up and decided to check out the small library, hoping to find out something about the people that lived here, anything about where I was.
The library was mostly dark with the exception of a high window where the sun was shining through all the way to the floor. There was a bit of dust floating in its beam. It was surreal. The walls were lined with bookshelves that took on the appearance of a colony of shadows. The shelves were full of books, dark books you had to squint to see them. It had the musky smell of old damp paper, ancient books. I was certain that I could spend hours enjoying the atmosphere, reading and thinking. There were two wingback chairs sitting in front of a small desk in the middle of the room. The desk itself was full of papers and notebooks. On the other side of the desk was another chair. Sitting down in that chair, I looked down to see a notebook with my name on it. What in the world is going on? Now, feeling a bit paranoid, I just stared at it for a little while. Once I calmed down, I did what seemed natural, opened the book. The first page displayed the title “Sierra”
Surprised, I got up and hurriedly walked out the front door and yelled for anyone to answer me. I went over to the rocking chair and sat down and began rocking, all the while mumbling to myself that this was not real. Someone was messing with my head. What an elaborate joke! I yelled every name I could think of, everyone, who had been within earshot of hearing me talk about heaven, racking my brain trying to put all of this together.
Sitting there for a while, I concluded that it was only a title. Perhaps, it didn’t mean anything. It could have been a coincidence. It could have been about something completely different than my story. There could have been a million different reasons that name was there. “What an idiot!” I went back into the library and sat at the desk to investigate.
I opened the notebook to find the pages were half written and half blank. That was interesting. The title still read: Sierra. The subtitle on the next page read: To the Dreamer Jeff Flaig. OK! “Stop!” I thought about all my steps since the day before and how that this is impossible! Confusion set in. Sitting back in the chair, I thinking of how to proceed. I wasn’t even sure if I should. Clearly, it was put there for me to read. Assuming, that was the plan, I started to read again. The body of the book read as follows: Jeff, don't be surprised at the things that will happen. This book is full of general instructions and information to help you complete this adventure. All of your duties as a Watcher are suspended at this time. In case you don’t remember, blah, blah, blah, and you forgot what a Watcher was. Please read the following. “It is an office like a governor, senator, or a janitor. Watchers clean up messes. They are tasked with solving problems and advising others how to solve their problems. They do this through observing day to day life and consequences of ordinary people, communities, cities, local and national governments. They then advise or instruct on various courses of action depending on whatever circumstances, politically speaking. That is what they do in an officially capacity. They are not bound by individuals, local or national governments, but rather one central government in particular.”
In my dreams, that was my profession in Sierra. Sierra was where I lived during the Millennium. It was a region in space that included five galaxies and one hundred thirty six inhabitable planets.
How odd. The next sentence said “Jeff Don’t get distracted by the sunbeams”. At that moment, I strangely turned my attention to the hypnotic dust that was falling through the beams. Someone knows me quite well.
I was beside myself because of what I was reading. I began having one of those surreal feelings that I often got when dreaming of heaven.
This is who I was when imagining myself in heaven. I knew that this is not the way people go to heaven when they die, or are raptured. All the first steps were missing. Yet, here I am, and there was no one around to answer my questions.
As I continued reading, I realized that this book contained bits and pieces of my thoughts and dreams about what it would be like. Certainly, this was something supernatural. I moved the chair back and sat there for about an hour contemplating my situation, and whether to keep reading or to stop. Being overwhelmed, I went and got another glass of orange juice and walked out onto the front porch.
A few hours later, I went back into the library, opened the book and began to read again.
"This is the story that you must tell Jeff.” This is unbelievable! Every paragraph made me so emotional that I wanted to scream from the intense excitement. In spite of that, I continued reading.
"From the start and prior to the great war, the world was in chaos. All of its governments were no longer strong, nor rich enough to pull it back together. America was in shambles from corrupt politicians and three short failed dictatorships. The America that you knew, the one that was the light of the world, had virtually digressed into a feudal society. Economic times were so bad, that many families were living on the street, roaming from place to place just trying to find something to eat. Unfortunately, Suicide became the number one cause of death throughout the world, then starvation. It was heart wrenching to see whole families take their own lives. Worst of all, the world was lost in a state of profound indifference towards one another."
For some reason I felt compelled to stand up. As soon as I did, I was no longer in the library, but in a house. In front of me was a young man. He made me think of a cop, or detective. He wasn’t wearing a uniform, but jeans and a sweatshirt. He was about six feet tall, dark hair, and in very good shape. Well, as best as I could tell. His voice sounded familiar, but I could not place him. “Hi Jeff, how are you?” he asked. I tried to explain my situation when he cut me off and said “We are not here for that. This is the story. You must follow it” An officer in uniform came walking by and said “Hello Jack.” He replied “Good morning.” OK, his name was Jack.
We were standing in a large dim hallway. I felt a little dizzy from just popping in. He then gave me a serious look. One of those looks that says pay attention. I looked away from Jack and started to observe the surroundings. There was a wonderfully designed carpet which ran down the middle of the hall. Paintings were hanging from one end to the other on both walls. There were several intricately carved wooden doors on either side as well. Jack began to give details "We are in South Carolina. This place was once a beautiful plantation, full of light, gardens, fields and life. We walked down the hall to what appeared to be a child's bedroom. Inside was a small child, dead, lying on her bed. The sun was shinning through the windows of her room. Stuffed animals were piled next to her. She lay there silent in the middle of them. She couldn't have been more than six years old. I gasped and said "What is going on!" Jack basically ignored me and continued "Seven children lay about this house. Each murdered by their parents." We walked the other way down the hall where other bedrooms were and each was as disturbing as the first. We went down the stairs at the end of the hall into a dinning room. In the dinning room, the parents were both laying on the floor. They had taken their own lives.
Jack went on "I considered this particular incident to be a statement against the failed efforts of the world during the Great period of tribulation that came upon the whole earth, brought on by its leaders, and the vile sins of mankind. There is no other way to explain it. This scene would be played out all over the world.”
Then he walked out the front door. I followed him. As soon as we went through the door, we were on a dark street. It looked like a middle class neighborhood. It was abnormally silent. No lights were on in any of the houses. I could see only two dim street lights that were on, of about a dozen or so, down the street. A couple of blocks over you could tell that there was a fire burning as you could see the flickering light in the background against the black sky. A pack of dogs came running out of the shadows. As they passed us you could tell that were mangy and starving. Fortunately, they just ignored us. Jack just kept speaking as they ran by. "It was unsafe to be out at night as dogs and wild animals roamed the streets, killing anything that moved. Many pets had been abandoned and left to fend for themselves. They were starving as well as their owners." I became a bit nervous. We walked a couple of blocks and turned the corner to where we could see the fire. I could see a barbwire fence between us and several bonfires that were burning on the other side of it. As we got closer, I felt sick to my stomach when I saw the bodies stacked against the fence and people in uniform carrying them and tossing them onto the fires. Jack continued "People were dying everywhere. These fires were burning constantly." The air was filled with a putrid smell of burning and rotting flesh. "Men desperately attempted to curtail diseases brought about by the rotting bodies. Unfortunately, many got sick and died from those diseases. Things were no better anywhere else in the world. Actually, in some places, it was much worse."
We walked up to a gate in the fence. Jack opened it and we walk through. Once through, we were immediately standing in an old broken down cement building or warehouse. There were a couple of people there speaking Japanese. The only light was a large candle that cast their eerie shadows against the walls of the room. I could barely see what they were doing through the flickering shadows. Apparently, they were praying to some god and were preparing to eat. As my eyes adapted to the light, I noticed what their meal was. It was the human arm of a man, or a woman, maybe a child. Then I noticed how thin they were. They were crying, and then sobbing, as they began to eat the flesh. Jack looked at me with tears in his eyes and said "Often, cannibalism followed the meal time prayer." We then walked down a shattered hallway through a door and found ourselves standing in the middle of a bustling open air market.
Jack walked up to a vender and ordered a couple cups of tea. He handed me one and said "I thought you might need this" "I think so" I replied. We sat down and he again started to speak. "While the whole world was in turmoil, there seemed to be one bright spot in the darkness.” He took a quick look around and turned to me and said “Welcome to Israel! This is the old city Jerusalem. Israel was the only real prosperous country left in the world, prosperous in spite of many attempts to destroy it.
The Jews had been driven out of every country on the planet, and this was the only place they had to go. There was drought and famine everywhere. Yet, Israel managed crop yields that grew in astronomical terms. They tried to help the rest of the world, but it made little difference, and almost every other nation secretly hated them for it. Clearly, it appeared to be unfair to the rest of the world.
Although, and prior to this God given prosperity, this country was continuously attacked by the surrounding Muslim nations. They wanted the oil and natural gas that Israel had recently discovered. It was one of the largest natural gas and oil deposits in the world. Those same resources were being depleted in these other countries, and that made this small country a target. Israel amazingly defeated them every time.
Each time Israel gained land.
Eventually, they would push their borders into land that was previously controlled by many of these Islamic states. They prospered at every turn and with every attack by its Islamic neighbors.
Israel developed a fertilizer made from minerals that were found only in the Dead Sea. That fertilizer helped them turn the arid land into a lush garden of farms and orchards. So, while every other nation on earth was in decline, Israel entered an era of tremendous growth."
We stood up and were promptly standing on a hill over looking miles and miles of farms and orchards. Jack reached up grabbed a fig from a near by tree and handed it to me. "I don't like figs" I objected. "I know" he replied. "I didn't either until I ate one of these." So I made an attempt to eat it and it was horrible. "Well, I still don't like them." He laughed and said "Ya, me either."
As we were looking over the fields Jack continued "That especially angered Russia and the larger Muslim nations like Turkey, Iran, Libya, Sudan and a few others. They not only wanted to destroy the Jews for what they kept doing to the surrounding Islamic nation, they desperately wanted all of this fertile land along with its natural gas and oil that was under Israeli control.
They formed a coalition and set about developing a plan to conquer Israel with the soul purpose of wiping the Jews from the face of the earth".
When he said this, I could see a black cloud beginning to form on the horizon. It got bigger and bigger until it almost covered the whole horizon.
All the while, Jack was speaking "When they moved to accomplish that plan, it ended with an unfortunate catastrophe. All the different invading armies could not get along for more than a couple of minutes without fighting and killing each other."
As he said that, I could now see that there were tents down in the valley we were looking over.
Men were running out of the tents and fighting each other. There was a lot of noise, but I could not tell what anyone was saying. Although, I could see that they were killing each other.
Then, out of the sky came great hail stones and fire. They were raining down on the camps below. I saw men falling and their bodies burning. It smelled like sulfur. Men tried to run, but it made no difference. I believe that whole army was destroyed. I could not take my eyes off of what was happening to those men, and their camp.
Jack was still speaking over the noise "Israel took a defensive position, but ended up sitting back and observing as the Russians and the different factions of Islam turned on each other and were destroyed by God supernaturally."
Right then, I noticed this old man dressed in a long robe or garment walking our way, slowly bearing a cane which made a slight sound every time he took a step. That was odd because of all the noise coming from the valley just below us. He walked up to us, looked over the valley, and said "Those silly Russians! When will they ever learn?" Then he turned and walked away, slowly. There was something extra ordinary about him. I just stood there and watched him as he walked away.
Jack commented "You catching flies?" I closed my mouth as he continued "They barely made it to the walls surrounding Jerusalem. In the end, the invading armies were unsuccessful.” Well, that seemed obvious.
He went on “Israel was left with the gruesome task of burying all of their dead, as lifeless bodies littered the countryside, and just outside the walls of Jerusalem. There was a benefit though, many of the weapons those enemies used were made of a wood and oil based products. Israel found an economical way to use those weapons for heating fuel. They didn't really need it, but it was inexpensive, environmentally sound, and it helped to clean up the mess.
Because of the growing prominence of Israel, Israel became the focus of many old and new emerging world leaders. Either they had a platform of hatred or one of flatteries. Well, that is how some presented themselves in public. They all actually hated Israel.
Regardless, Israel was always a topic of discussion. Many of these hopeful world leaders gained a bit of a following, but many of them would just disappear or be murdered in the middle of the night. Conspiracy theories abound as to why this one died and who would be next. Stories could be written.
One in particular, who spoke kindly of Israel, emerged out of Europe. He called himself Mr. Smith. He said that that name represented the common man and he would be a lead the world for the common man.
As we turned to walk away, we were among a crowd of people. They were surrounding a man and shaking his hand. He walked up to us and grabbed my hand and said "Hello, I am Mr. Smith." As soon as he grabbed my hand, I sensed death, a deep dark feeling as if something evil had just danced atop of my grave.
Jack speaking very loudly to be heard over the crowd went on to say" Mr. Smith made things happen. He prospered and caused everyone around him to prosper. The world spoke well of him, particularly Israel." Everyone was holding fists full of currency. Some were dollars; some were holding other national currencies. As they did, with big glossy eyes, they were smiling these big greedy smiles.
They all faded into shadows as we turned to walk away. I found myself back in the small library in the log cabin.
Sitting down and looking down at the book, I realized that I had just read all of that.
Trying to go with the flow now, and not really knowing what else to do, I questioned myself “Did that just happen?” I was just a bit dazed.
I read on “Mr. Smith rose to power and made a peace treaty with Israel to protect them from any remaining hateful nations, that in return for a cheap price for their natural gas and produce. He place security forces around the outskirts of the country as a sign of his intent to defend Israel against any and all remaining hostile nations.
China was not happy with the treaty. They were angry because they wanted those resources for themselves and every treaty they previously presented to Israel failed to gain the support of the Jewish people. China needed to support a very large military and desired those commodities to power its military vehicles and feed the troops.
Unrest was growing in the streets all over Asia. That unrest spawned an outbreak of massive riots over the frustration brought about by the conditions of this treaty. The Chinese instigated most of that unrest. They wanted to stir the people up against Mr. Smith and directly against Israel. It was not safe any longer to be a Jew and visit Asia.
Meanwhile, Mr. Smith continued to be very friendly towards Israel. Israel involved him in everything they did. He became a regular guest of the country.
One day he was asked to visit the rebuilt temple. One of the stipulations of the treaty produced by Mr. Smith allowed for the Jews to rebuild their holy temple. Something China had refused to do because of Indonesia's large Muslim population.
The Dome of the Rock was destroyed during a conflict with one of the surrounding Islamic countries. But, according to Jewish law, they could not rebuild in place of the Dome. Afterward, and as a condition of the treaty, that law was overturned in face of public outcry for the holy temple. So, the temple was built within six months of the signing of that treaty.
The finishing touches took the craftsmen an additional three years. Well, Mr. Smith was invited to the temple when it was finally complete. This was a big deal to the Israeli government.
But, behind the scenes, Mr. Smith was secretly frustrated with Israel's refusal to come into his world courts and under his control. He held secret meetings and was effective in turning, again, the rest of the world against them. All done behind closed doors, without Israel's knowledge. He was being two faced.
So, he was invited as a special guest by the Jewish government to the dedication of the temple. Publicly, they said that it was because of his humanitarian efforts and friendly attitude towards the Jewish people for the last three and one half years.
Unfortunately for Mr. Smith, and according to Jewish law, he being a gentile, was not allowed in certain areas of the temple. When he headed for the holy of holies, he was stopped and told that he was not allowed to enter because gentiles were not allowed. That angered him and publicly embarrassed him. The world was watching, and it was a major media event that would help him promote his self importance.
He was so insulted by this that he cursed the Jews and their God and used his security guards to force his way into the holy of holies. "Where is your God now?" he proclaimed once inside.
Even though, he already had secretly planned to take over Israel, this insult to his ego forced his hand at this time.

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