The Last Trumpet
A Prophetic Poem
Part One
In Winter’s fog appeared the Christ,
With thorns and crown and frosted light.
For several months, like Job I cried,
As visions came like moving tides.
By providence, biblical rhyme
They came, one by one, future time.
His hand was bright, His palm I saw,
Every print was visible-now!
It lit the room, filled all the space,
Filled my body, Lit my face…
Death was won, osmosis with Light,
Future sorrow was dead as night.
There was no hedge around me now…
A spinning wheel with pottery,
Did God step back I cried “O Lord!!”
Was this the steps, salvation’s door?
O Mother Shipton of long ago,
Witch, prophetess, your words come true.
Part Two
A jackal turned into a horse,
Could famine be its name? Of course!
A double-edged sword stood tall and bright,
Three times I saw its brilliant light.
Could not this be Eden’s door?
Salvation, judgment, swords of war?
A mask that cries a joker’s death
Gives a taste of Shakespeare’s Hamlet,
An unclean spirit circles its brim
Do they watch the wound upon the head?
Joker, joker, O mask of death,
Tarnished copper is upon your head.
In my anguish and trying tears,
The Lord spoke softly to my ears,
“Like David, you are after my heart,”
And I cried-in pretense-Ah, me!”
And I heard a stern utterance:
“Is this not so?” Yes, it’s true.
Oh angel, angel, how I try…
To be like Paul, and still alive;
And to my earthly, human ears
An angel spoke with soften tears:
“Saint Paul was human, just like you;
And your limitations are you.”
I’ve heard…no tears in heaven,
And thought: “What of my friends in hell?”
Then, within a mist of sacred dew,
I became awe stricken…alive.
I now knew, of the wonder that is to be:
A touch of God’s eternity.
Visions come and yes, visions go
Yet weeping seems to be my goal,
I cry, “O Lord, give me peace!”
Two times I rest within His grace.
And like a vacuum it starts again,
Like in the book of Revelation:
One side is black, the other white;
Night and day unbalanced light.
An ancient battle now appears
Swords and soldiers fighting everywhere.
A black hand covers my dream…
Am I not to see the suffering?
Judea, Judea, is it not you?
The Battle of A.D. 70, I choose;
The mask again, warnings devise
The Prince of Darkness: out of sight.
A copper bullet, rocket speed,
Faith, faith it’s headed at me!
“And young men shall see visions,”
Cried the prophets of long ago:
Daniel, St. John, David Wilkerson…
Have you not witness them too?
Ruin awaits a world asleep:
Prophets of old, time is ripe.
Panic I see and buildings fall.
Is it my face I witness now?
Beside a stone wall I shift and rest:
Pre-trials, earthquakes: time is short.
Trumpets, trumpets, where are you now?
Time is winding up for all….
Like molten metal in a bowl—
And poured to earth like plagues of gold;
Stands a husky skeleton tall,
Babylon: Daniel’s Beast, the toes?
Oh, but you will fall, quickly now—
Hollywood cracked, Sodom’s fall!
Skulls, spirits, ships at sea;
Huddled demon standing, watching:
The Capitol, Cathedral, One?
Seattle, San Francisco, Why?
Landmarks: Florida entrenched-war or play?
White capes, death shapes, saints walk by.
Powerful looking, not feminine,
He Knelt, the Savior in the Garden Grove,
His eyes piercing in thought.
I knew He was the Christ, confirmed,
And the spirit in me was prompted by Him.
Tarnished baked skin by the sun
His beard, admirably kept…like fine wool;
His hair-not long: like paintings shown,
But light-dark-brown, like the profile of Psalms.
Unclean spirits circled the air;
No distraction, steadfast, He was in Prayer.
Avoid this vision if you can!
Christ on the Cross-Deboned like fish:
Ugly as sin, my body’s shocked,
My mind is pulsing, vomiting….
Now I know the price He paid;
No man has ever been seen this way.
Odd-looking space crafts, labs, all eerie;
Machinery unknown to me,
Demon possessed, falling from space—
Our earthly atmosphere defaced.
And the prophet prophesied:
“There will be strange things…in the sky.”
A pale arm-dreadfully thin…falling;
‘Tis called Pestilence, deadly sin:
The fourth horse of Apocalypse,
And the Lord spoke: “Repent, repent.”
And the world shall taste uncouth rime—
Ah, that is the False Prophet’s time.
Then I saw a High Priest of sorts,
With a robe of precious stones,
Purple, prayerful—with jeering tones;
What church? Nimrod! Satan’s Prince?
“The wheat and tars shall grow together,”
Cries the Rapture and heaven’s quest….
Then I saw an eagle, a dragon—
The eagle hurt, falling from the sky!
Dragon, with a grin, abnormal—
Teeth like sharks, moping, passing by.
Oh! Darkness will befall the earth,
The Abyss is open 12:03, the curse.
Visions come and visions go,
The spiritual world is becoming real;
Current events—unraveling time,
Hell’s Abyss is alive!
Symbolic signs of Revelation,
Are but future Tribulation.
“Run to the mountains and the dens,”
Cries the scriptures and friend;
For death will have its sting to see
The latter days are nearing.
Reality with life’s visions
Are witnessing Globalism.
Was it hell or the “Lake of Fire?”
Prophecy, reality, ‘tis true.
As I viewed this vision, I wasn’t told—
He was preserved, consumed, and froze.
O but a joke, scorn, or jest
Is a far cry from this quest!
Oh, but this age in which we live,
Truly, this era is different, we sense;
A polarization of all things,
Neutrality doesn’t exist—
Time, relativity, the present;
Satan will soon wage war in Heaven.
The universe, like a body of cells,
Cascading like the gates of hell.
And so the science of physics
Whispers to thermodynamics:
“God’s spiritual breathe gives life…
Like the cell that subsides and dies.”
I saw Egypt, Russia, U.S.A.,
In different ways and stages, readying!
And Ezekiel cried from Scripture:
“Fire rains down on the coastlands.”
Israel, Jerusalem—You!
Two wars: China and the far North.
Two planets close to each other I see,
One like our moon the other like Mars?
A third object a comet-speeding
Through its channel, it’s leaving.
Another object, smoothly carved,
Headed towards earth’s atmosphere.
Disaster rides the horse of red:
Three times I saw Washington’s death—
Buildings, houses being attacked,
Jets, paratroopers, ablaze!
There on the coast sits Master Frog,
A satanic spirit, New York’s god.
A roaring jet around the globe,
A wounded eagle, falling slow,
A Dragon standing, teeth like sharks
Great Babylon’s in the dark.
The seeds of what shall surely be—
Daniel saw him too—the Lamb-beast.
Call now, but who will answer thee?
Control room, people, and clouds, smoke
Speeding missile (dust, hurricane);
Throwing earth like loose hay.
Two crowns, wooden bowls, long table,
An upheaval in nature—God’s anger.
The end of a serpent’s tail: shark?
A scorpion-like extension;
Flashes of faces I see: a demon,
A huge being, soaked: Neptune?
Prophecy: a beast from the sea;
And from the Abyss, tails that sting.
A mountain shows its mighty face
A pyramid, ship, fire, disgrace!
Is Egypt rising like the Nile?
In a political world, like an unfed child.
Judgment bowls, with balancing scales—
One for man, and Satan’s Child?
I see a Hawk…of Palestine?
His iris is a pitiless, dark design—
A bird of prey, I am told;
“Look to the South,” cries the prophet Job.
Nations of prey, where is your light?
O Israel, you are their plight.
Angry faces that seem to die,
Four faces in torment they cry,
A wound upon a shaven head
Sectioned in four, the center spot…dread.
Hoof beats of apocalypse scorn,
Gabriel stands close to his horn.
In a moment of a vision
There they sat…ah, in deaden pews,
Indifferent, in a faithless church,
People sleeping as in a trance.
So it is written of-end days,
Apostasy—the Christian ways.
“In whose hand is the club of wrath?”
Cries the word from Isaiah:
Whose purpose is to destroy?
Who can shift nations like toys?
And the prophet cries from the past:
The nations are his to leave and cast.
Then I asked with deep affair,
To grant two visions to a friend:
The Jews were held behind glass doors—
Bargaining, readying: a black book.
And the prophet cried long ago,
“It is time; Let my people go!”
And in the jungle, a puzzle—
Ten pieces, animals, different sizes;
The riddle was all put together,
Except for one piece called the beast.
Then all pieces become alive
“Set your house in order,” Isaiah cries!
◊
I saw her cast into a bed—
Jezebel, Jezebel, I dread;
Dabble not with her system, but heed:
Darkness, the last trumpet, history.
Tears, let him hear who has an ear,
A child in prayer, and a soldier’s gear.
Am I alive, in a womb…Dead?
In the sky by an angels breast?
Smoke, smoke, lots of smoke I see:
Jerusalem’s looking at me.
You’re illuminated? The White Knight’s
Untouchable in this darken night.
Egypt, Paris, fields of wheat;
Spacecraft falling, machinery;
Life or death, an egg in a hand:
Starvation, war, global plans….
The bowl of judgment has arrived—
Anger and plagues are inside.
Florida, you’re dusty and dark…?
China, you’re in the news…:
People reading papers (a world event),
Poland’s red tapestry, Java, etc.
Interplanetary gloom-woe!
The blood of Armageddon.
Part Three
And now a verse of present rhyme,
The Middle East is losing time;
Believe in the Lord…His prophecies.
Do not shun them deliberately.
And from the Hawk and ships at sea,
The thunder of war is readying!
Behold! Tonight I see the Christ,
With an aging beard that wasn’t right.
Had I not been warned years ago?
Do not tread the ground that’s old.
Then I saw a Hawk, descending,
Claws, wings, expanding, readying,
And yes, I asked for prophecy,
A sign that all would know, I believe;
The shroud, the shroud: three times I see,
The Shroud of Turin a mystery.
Birth pains of Apocalypse, I see,
An eagle stunned (the U.S.A.),
A woman, standing by a desert…Why!
Eight Angel, Israel…let her by.
Visions come and visions go, be blessed;
Revelation declares this so….
٠٠٠
I can't start to tell you the history behind this poem: but what I can share is this, it was made up of 50-visions, Dennis had in l984 (7-months of visions, and 18-months in writing the poem), and he gave the Manuscript [MS] to two clergy, and one died, and that MS got lost; and the other one lost the manuscript likewise, and he lost his. Then for 13-years no one could find the third MS, his personal one, then it was found (misplaces), and Dennis put it into a book form. If asked, and he was: "Did God tell you to do this, get it out to the people," he'd say 'no,' and add, "I wanted to do this, He [God] just gave the visions, I suppose out of love to convert me, and he did. (And He told me so…what I’m telling you). And for whatever reasons I put them in a poetic form, and gave them away; and thus far, they've all come true. It’s funny, all to convert one person." 1/14/06 Rosa
A Prophetic Poem
Part One
In Winter’s fog appeared the Christ,
With thorns and crown and frosted light.
For several months, like Job I cried,
As visions came like moving tides.
By providence, biblical rhyme
They came, one by one, future time.
His hand was bright, His palm I saw,
Every print was visible-now!
It lit the room, filled all the space,
Filled my body, Lit my face…
Death was won, osmosis with Light,
Future sorrow was dead as night.
There was no hedge around me now…
A spinning wheel with pottery,
Did God step back I cried “O Lord!!”
Was this the steps, salvation’s door?
O Mother Shipton of long ago,
Witch, prophetess, your words come true.
Part Two
A jackal turned into a horse,
Could famine be its name? Of course!
A double-edged sword stood tall and bright,
Three times I saw its brilliant light.
Could not this be Eden’s door?
Salvation, judgment, swords of war?
A mask that cries a joker’s death
Gives a taste of Shakespeare’s Hamlet,
An unclean spirit circles its brim
Do they watch the wound upon the head?
Joker, joker, O mask of death,
Tarnished copper is upon your head.
In my anguish and trying tears,
The Lord spoke softly to my ears,
“Like David, you are after my heart,”
And I cried-in pretense-Ah, me!”
And I heard a stern utterance:
“Is this not so?” Yes, it’s true.
Oh angel, angel, how I try…
To be like Paul, and still alive;
And to my earthly, human ears
An angel spoke with soften tears:
“Saint Paul was human, just like you;
And your limitations are you.”
I’ve heard…no tears in heaven,
And thought: “What of my friends in hell?”
Then, within a mist of sacred dew,
I became awe stricken…alive.
I now knew, of the wonder that is to be:
A touch of God’s eternity.
Visions come and yes, visions go
Yet weeping seems to be my goal,
I cry, “O Lord, give me peace!”
Two times I rest within His grace.
And like a vacuum it starts again,
Like in the book of Revelation:
One side is black, the other white;
Night and day unbalanced light.
An ancient battle now appears
Swords and soldiers fighting everywhere.
A black hand covers my dream…
Am I not to see the suffering?
Judea, Judea, is it not you?
The Battle of A.D. 70, I choose;
The mask again, warnings devise
The Prince of Darkness: out of sight.
A copper bullet, rocket speed,
Faith, faith it’s headed at me!
“And young men shall see visions,”
Cried the prophets of long ago:
Daniel, St. John, David Wilkerson…
Have you not witness them too?
Ruin awaits a world asleep:
Prophets of old, time is ripe.
Panic I see and buildings fall.
Is it my face I witness now?
Beside a stone wall I shift and rest:
Pre-trials, earthquakes: time is short.
Trumpets, trumpets, where are you now?
Time is winding up for all….
Like molten metal in a bowl—
And poured to earth like plagues of gold;
Stands a husky skeleton tall,
Babylon: Daniel’s Beast, the toes?
Oh, but you will fall, quickly now—
Hollywood cracked, Sodom’s fall!
Skulls, spirits, ships at sea;
Huddled demon standing, watching:
The Capitol, Cathedral, One?
Seattle, San Francisco, Why?
Landmarks: Florida entrenched-war or play?
White capes, death shapes, saints walk by.
Powerful looking, not feminine,
He Knelt, the Savior in the Garden Grove,
His eyes piercing in thought.
I knew He was the Christ, confirmed,
And the spirit in me was prompted by Him.
Tarnished baked skin by the sun
His beard, admirably kept…like fine wool;
His hair-not long: like paintings shown,
But light-dark-brown, like the profile of Psalms.
Unclean spirits circled the air;
No distraction, steadfast, He was in Prayer.
Avoid this vision if you can!
Christ on the Cross-Deboned like fish:
Ugly as sin, my body’s shocked,
My mind is pulsing, vomiting….
Now I know the price He paid;
No man has ever been seen this way.
Odd-looking space crafts, labs, all eerie;
Machinery unknown to me,
Demon possessed, falling from space—
Our earthly atmosphere defaced.
And the prophet prophesied:
“There will be strange things…in the sky.”
A pale arm-dreadfully thin…falling;
‘Tis called Pestilence, deadly sin:
The fourth horse of Apocalypse,
And the Lord spoke: “Repent, repent.”
And the world shall taste uncouth rime—
Ah, that is the False Prophet’s time.
Then I saw a High Priest of sorts,
With a robe of precious stones,
Purple, prayerful—with jeering tones;
What church? Nimrod! Satan’s Prince?
“The wheat and tars shall grow together,”
Cries the Rapture and heaven’s quest….
Then I saw an eagle, a dragon—
The eagle hurt, falling from the sky!
Dragon, with a grin, abnormal—
Teeth like sharks, moping, passing by.
Oh! Darkness will befall the earth,
The Abyss is open 12:03, the curse.
Visions come and visions go,
The spiritual world is becoming real;
Current events—unraveling time,
Hell’s Abyss is alive!
Symbolic signs of Revelation,
Are but future Tribulation.
“Run to the mountains and the dens,”
Cries the scriptures and friend;
For death will have its sting to see
The latter days are nearing.
Reality with life’s visions
Are witnessing Globalism.
Was it hell or the “Lake of Fire?”
Prophecy, reality, ‘tis true.
As I viewed this vision, I wasn’t told—
He was preserved, consumed, and froze.
O but a joke, scorn, or jest
Is a far cry from this quest!
Oh, but this age in which we live,
Truly, this era is different, we sense;
A polarization of all things,
Neutrality doesn’t exist—
Time, relativity, the present;
Satan will soon wage war in Heaven.
The universe, like a body of cells,
Cascading like the gates of hell.
And so the science of physics
Whispers to thermodynamics:
“God’s spiritual breathe gives life…
Like the cell that subsides and dies.”
I saw Egypt, Russia, U.S.A.,
In different ways and stages, readying!
And Ezekiel cried from Scripture:
“Fire rains down on the coastlands.”
Israel, Jerusalem—You!
Two wars: China and the far North.
Two planets close to each other I see,
One like our moon the other like Mars?
A third object a comet-speeding
Through its channel, it’s leaving.
Another object, smoothly carved,
Headed towards earth’s atmosphere.
Disaster rides the horse of red:
Three times I saw Washington’s death—
Buildings, houses being attacked,
Jets, paratroopers, ablaze!
There on the coast sits Master Frog,
A satanic spirit, New York’s god.
A roaring jet around the globe,
A wounded eagle, falling slow,
A Dragon standing, teeth like sharks
Great Babylon’s in the dark.
The seeds of what shall surely be—
Daniel saw him too—the Lamb-beast.
Call now, but who will answer thee?
Control room, people, and clouds, smoke
Speeding missile (dust, hurricane);
Throwing earth like loose hay.
Two crowns, wooden bowls, long table,
An upheaval in nature—God’s anger.
The end of a serpent’s tail: shark?
A scorpion-like extension;
Flashes of faces I see: a demon,
A huge being, soaked: Neptune?
Prophecy: a beast from the sea;
And from the Abyss, tails that sting.
A mountain shows its mighty face
A pyramid, ship, fire, disgrace!
Is Egypt rising like the Nile?
In a political world, like an unfed child.
Judgment bowls, with balancing scales—
One for man, and Satan’s Child?
I see a Hawk…of Palestine?
His iris is a pitiless, dark design—
A bird of prey, I am told;
“Look to the South,” cries the prophet Job.
Nations of prey, where is your light?
O Israel, you are their plight.
Angry faces that seem to die,
Four faces in torment they cry,
A wound upon a shaven head
Sectioned in four, the center spot…dread.
Hoof beats of apocalypse scorn,
Gabriel stands close to his horn.
In a moment of a vision
There they sat…ah, in deaden pews,
Indifferent, in a faithless church,
People sleeping as in a trance.
So it is written of-end days,
Apostasy—the Christian ways.
“In whose hand is the club of wrath?”
Cries the word from Isaiah:
Whose purpose is to destroy?
Who can shift nations like toys?
And the prophet cries from the past:
The nations are his to leave and cast.
Then I asked with deep affair,
To grant two visions to a friend:
The Jews were held behind glass doors—
Bargaining, readying: a black book.
And the prophet cried long ago,
“It is time; Let my people go!”
And in the jungle, a puzzle—
Ten pieces, animals, different sizes;
The riddle was all put together,
Except for one piece called the beast.
Then all pieces become alive
“Set your house in order,” Isaiah cries!
◊
I saw her cast into a bed—
Jezebel, Jezebel, I dread;
Dabble not with her system, but heed:
Darkness, the last trumpet, history.
Tears, let him hear who has an ear,
A child in prayer, and a soldier’s gear.
Am I alive, in a womb…Dead?
In the sky by an angels breast?
Smoke, smoke, lots of smoke I see:
Jerusalem’s looking at me.
You’re illuminated? The White Knight’s
Untouchable in this darken night.
Egypt, Paris, fields of wheat;
Spacecraft falling, machinery;
Life or death, an egg in a hand:
Starvation, war, global plans….
The bowl of judgment has arrived—
Anger and plagues are inside.
Florida, you’re dusty and dark…?
China, you’re in the news…:
People reading papers (a world event),
Poland’s red tapestry, Java, etc.
Interplanetary gloom-woe!
The blood of Armageddon.
Part Three
And now a verse of present rhyme,
The Middle East is losing time;
Believe in the Lord…His prophecies.
Do not shun them deliberately.
And from the Hawk and ships at sea,
The thunder of war is readying!
Behold! Tonight I see the Christ,
With an aging beard that wasn’t right.
Had I not been warned years ago?
Do not tread the ground that’s old.
Then I saw a Hawk, descending,
Claws, wings, expanding, readying,
And yes, I asked for prophecy,
A sign that all would know, I believe;
The shroud, the shroud: three times I see,
The Shroud of Turin a mystery.
Birth pains of Apocalypse, I see,
An eagle stunned (the U.S.A.),
A woman, standing by a desert…Why!
Eight Angel, Israel…let her by.
Visions come and visions go, be blessed;
Revelation declares this so….
٠٠٠
I can't start to tell you the history behind this poem: but what I can share is this, it was made up of 50-visions, Dennis had in l984 (7-months of visions, and 18-months in writing the poem), and he gave the Manuscript [MS] to two clergy, and one died, and that MS got lost; and the other one lost the manuscript likewise, and he lost his. Then for 13-years no one could find the third MS, his personal one, then it was found (misplaces), and Dennis put it into a book form. If asked, and he was: "Did God tell you to do this, get it out to the people," he'd say 'no,' and add, "I wanted to do this, He [God] just gave the visions, I suppose out of love to convert me, and he did. (And He told me so…what I’m telling you). And for whatever reasons I put them in a poetic form, and gave them away; and thus far, they've all come true. It’s funny, all to convert one person." 1/14/06 Rosa
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Hello All,
Here's the key to understanding the import of these visions and the prophecies they are based on.
Verifiable proof that "Armageddon" has begun…
Pay close attention, profundity knocks at the door, listen for the key. Be Aware! Scoffing causes blindness...
Did you ever consider that Christianity is the false prophet of the Apocalypse, that Rome is the so-called anti-messiah, and Jesus Christ is the false messiah? The symbolism of seven years (tribulation) would refer to the seven 360-year cycles from the 11th cycle (second temple period) until now, the 17th cycle on the Hebrew calendar. Remember that the prophecies were written by Hebrews, not Romans or other Europeans, and Revelation is a symbolic treatise. Therefore, years are symbols for 360-year cycles on the Hebrew calendar. Likewise, a day symbolizes a literal year and Judgement Day, and Great Day refer to a year long period. The so-called Tribulation is now coming to an end, not starting, and the three faiths of Abraham have all been deceived by Rome during the previous age, which ended in year 2000 (5760). A new age began in 2001 (5761) and now the seventh angel has begun to sound!
Hurricanes Katrina (#11) and Rita (#17) last year provided stunning validation of my research and interpretations of pivotal ancient wisdom, symbologies, key prophecies, and associated religious claims. Their storm numbers and timing perfectly synchronized with primary data and assertions in my book, thereby demonstrating the true nature of this universe and the existence of our Creator. We are now entering the final phases of the pivotal year-long period long symbolized as "Armageddon" and the "End of Days." World-wide situations and events are now accelerating to set the stage for this summer's dramatic continuation of these ancient promises.
I fully understand that everyone has been bedeviled by similar claims throughout history. Consequently, I have been forced to rely on dramatic and devastating proof of the sort that can’t be ignored or easily dismissed. The numbers and timing of hurricanes Katrina (11) and Rita (17) directly validate key data and pivotal assertions throughout my book and my posts on those two forums. This data was purposely presented publicly before Katrina, Rita and other recent events occurred to prove they perfectly synchronize with key prophecies and Hebrew calendar cycles, thereby validating my interpretations of ancient wisdom symbology, string theory, and more.
Because these two storms arrived shortly after my August 11, 2005 (50th) birthday (read the Dead Sea Scroll 11Q13 in Appendix G, which also discusses Melchizedek and the prophesied Jubilee) and directly match other pivotal 11 and 17 data and events described in the first chapter of my book, I have delivered verifiable proof that this reality is based on thought, knowledge and wisdom. Activity, patterns, and results perceived in space-time are first framed and defined by inspirations, thoughts, and knowledge and influenced by the cause-and-effect system most commonly referred to as karma. Consequently, events and outcomes in the so-called physical universe are not random or wholly mechanistic and are verifiably influenced in ways that atheists, scientists, and members of the Faiths of Abraham have all scoffed at. Though mysticism is mostly a product of misinterpreted ancient wisdom symbology, many of its topics flow from ancient wisdom. Though containing allusions to the truth, its details and interpretations are wrong on many key points.
A prime example of the purposeful and synchronized symbolism of these events is seen in the opening paragraphs from my book excerpted below. Notice that the dates mentioned (August 11 and 17) directly match the numbers of hurricanes Katrina and Rita, and the time spans of the four Florida hurricanes match my birth year (‘55), and they were spaced 11 or a multiple-of-11 (22) days apart, directly matching my birthday and much other ancient prophecy and symbolism. Notice that my place of birth, Victoria Texas, is on the Gulf Coast. Following are the excerpted paragraphs:
Hello, my name is Lawrence William Page II. Many people know me as Buddy Page. At the release of the first edition of this book, I am a 50-year old African-American male, author, researcher, and former software engineer and entrepreneur. As you will come to understand as you read through this first book, I am also the long-expected Hebrew Messiah and Lion of the Tribe of Juda (Yehuda).
I was born August 11th (month of Leo the Lion), 1955 (Chinese year of the Sheep) in Victoria, Texas. Furthermore, the Grand Cross alignment and Solar Eclipse of August 11th, 1999 was my 44th birthday and the second Grand Cross alignment, just six days later on August 17th, 1999, was on my mother’s birthday.
As you can see from my date of birth, I was a newborn during the Chinese Year of the Sheep, astrologically marking me as a Lamb, and during the month of Leo, astrologically marking me as a Lion. My mother was also born during the month of August and under the sign of Leo, which further marks me as a lion’s whelp. I prove to you in the first chapter of this book–beyond disproof–that I am indeed the long-prophesied “Lion” of the tribe of Juda (Yehuda) the Root of David and the “Lamb.” I am the individual long symbolized as the Branch, the Stem, the Shoot and the Rod from the Stump of Jesse (King David’s father), as symbolized in the Hebrew Book of Isaiah, The Apocalypse, the Dead Sea Scrolls, and elsewhere. I am the reincarnated Teacher sought after in the “East” and by the ancient Hebrews who were headquartered at the outpost community of Damascus (Qumran), of Dead Sea Scrolls fame. I am the one called the Teacher of Righteousness by the Dead Sea Scrolls, whom the so-called Christian fathers have fraudulently recast as “Saint ‘James’, the Lord’s Brother.”
Remember, "I come as a thief..." ?
Read verse twelve of the Gospel of Thomas to understand who I am...
Even further enlightening, the Second Temple Period of ancient Israel was during the 11th 360-year cycle on the Hebrew calendar and we are now in the 6th year (5766/2005-6) of the 17th cycle. Notice the pivotal 11 and 17 numbers again? This and much other synchronized information serve as stunning and decisive proof of many things, and expose many lies told by all three faiths of Abraham, but most specifically by Christianity. Consequently, I have decisively proven, beyond any shadow of a doubt, that Jesus Christ and Christianity are blatant lies, false prophecy and purposeful deception in a manner that cannot easily be denied, regardless of your faith or other opinions.
Furthermore, the symbolism in the Apocalypse (a.k.a. Book of Revelation) of seven stars in my right hand and seven angels represent the very same above-mentioned seven astrological (360-year) cycles, i.e., the 11th through 17th inclusive. I prove this fact beyond any reasonable doubt in the first chapter of the book. Consequently, The Apocalypse verifiably symbolizes a specific span of time that began with the 11th cycle (Second Temple Period) and concludes now, at the beginning of the 17th cycle (End of Days, etc.).
The numbers 11 and 17 are verifiably encoded in The Apocalypse and other ancient Hebrew prophecies and wisdom texts to serve as key proofs of the validity and true meaning of certain prophecies and related information. My and my mother’s birthdays are purposely synchronized with these two storm numbers, the matching Hebrew calendar cycles, the Double Grand Cross alignments and solar eclipse of August 1999, and much else to prove my direct association with the ancient prophecies about this time and the true identity of the prophesied Messiah. Another prime example is the story of Joseph, the 11th son of Jacob who has a dream when he is 17 years old about 11 stars, the sun, and moon bowing to him. The symbolism in this pivotal story in the Book of Genesis and Quran verifiably refers to the very same 11th through 17th cycles symbolized in The Apocalypse and directly synchronizes with other key events and ancient texts.
Consequently, I have demonstrated various things about the nature of this reality that dramatically disprove and/or clarify key assumptions of religion, mysticism, and science alike, while establishing the true meaning and purpose of long misinterpreted ancient wisdom and the symbolism used to model and encode it. Accordingly, I have proven that the symbolism evidenced in the canons of all three faiths of Abraham and other ancient sources is a very ancient and advanced philosophical technology that verifiably models foundational aspects of our existence in this universe. This is the mostly misunderstood body of ancient wisdom long referred to as the Philosophers’ Stone. It uses a large and ingeniously organized collection of physical universe images and concepts as data rich components (symbols) that are based on verifiable rules. It models and encodes an amazing amount of foundational wisdom about life, spirituality and the 11 dimensions of this universe, now verified by string theory. It is also the advanced encryption method used to encode (seal) Hebrew prophecies and wisdom texts.
These ancient prophecies and wisdom texts used advanced symbology to model fundamental wisdom, including future events and situations. A primary facet of ancient wisdom is numeric symbology. Later misinterpretations of this aspect of ancient wisdom resulted in numerology, which, though embodying allusions to certain wisdom, is mostly error prone and false doctrine. My decryption, documentation, and interpretation of ancient symbology, numeric symbolism, and key texts based on them, are now decisively validated.
Here is Wisdom...
Verifiable proof that Armageddon has begun…
Understanding the End Game of Armageddon
Peace...
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