PROLOGUE
He was dressed in a black suit with a black overcoat echoing the black shadow cast at the Wall in front of him. He was astounded that he had never once bothered to visit this place all these years and overwhelmed by façade of the Wall, extending a whopping nineteen meters over him. Solemn faced he braced himself to close his eyes and absorb all the godly vibrations around him. Yes indeed this place had some inexplicable power which radiated through the tips of his fingers to his core. In the five hundred meter stretch he could easily see hundreds of devotees all basking in the divinity of the Wall.
As he made his way through one of the Western Wall tunnels, he placed his hands into his pockets and fished out a neatly folded paper. Enormous stones king-sized, he had read plenty about the Great Course, now that he was actually seeing them he acknowledged that it was most certainly architecture that befit a kings era.
He finally found his spot - a tiny crevice at the edge of the ten meter long stone and deposited his paper now wet due to the sweat from his palms. He stood for a moment against the wall and could hear their voices... ’Joe save our little girl’...‘Daddy save me’... ‘I’m scared’…Faces yellow with fear and ashen grey from death...
He realized that 'He' is different. He is here for a different purpose - it's a call from above. He had greater responsibilities to fulfill. He opened his eyes with a new vision, far different from any he's ever had and he knew that he had to lead them all and save them all.
