IT IS WRITTEN
It is written that the day of Tabernacles shall come,
and whoever will not go up to dwell under the Father’s tent
shall not receive the rain of life.
Not the palaces of stone,
but the fragile hut illumined by His presence
shall be refuge and eternal dwelling.¹
It is written that from the heart of the sea a Man shall rise,
and all who gather to wage war against Him
shall be seized with great fear.
And as soon as He lifts His face to look,
all shall tremble, and all who behold Him
shall be shaken with dread.²
It is written that then a song shall rise,
stronger than the sea, purer than crystal:
the song of Moses and of the Lamb,
which no chain shall bind,
which no force shall quench.³
It is written that the Shepherd shall gather the scattered flock,
and at the center of the world a new house shall arise,
greater and higher,
with columns of crystal and walls of white marble;
firmer than the ruins of the former one,
crowned with a dome of stars.
And His tent shall be stretched forever
over every creature.⁴
It is written that seers and prophets, in different times and in different tongues,
beheld the Eternal City as a sign of ruin,
a cradle of blood, downfall, and fire.
Thus spoke the ancient oracles,
thus cried out the books of visions.⁵
But Heaven has concealed a greater mystery:
from the very heart of judgment
a voice shall rise to shake the nations,
not to destroy but to renew.
The Ark of Noah, sign of life amid the waters of the flood,
shall be placed at the center of the storm,
and the Eternal City, once called to fall,
shall become a womb of salvation.
Thus the place of blood becomes a fountain of song,
and the voice that rises from the ruin
is the voice of the Lamb,
who shall gather all nations.
The stage prepared for centuries
awaits only the step of the servant.
And when he advances,
the Father’s Frequency — until now veiled by chains and deceptions —
shall invade every body and every soul,
more real than blood itself.
And the song, unstoppable,
shall have no end.
And now — listen! — the time is fulfilled:
what was sown by the patriarchs,
whispered by the prophets,
sung by the angels and feared by the darkness
now bursts forth as perfect fruit,
ripe for the Father’s harvest,
irrevocable as the dawn,
unstoppable as the voice of the Lamb.
Notes
- Zechariah 14:16-19
- 4 Ezra (2 Esdras) 13:3-4, 35-38
- Revelation 15:2-4
- 1 Enoch 90:28-36
- Sibylline Oracles V, 159-161; Nostradamus, Centuries V, 41; VI, 24