Here is Wisdom...

This blog is dedicated to the book "Revelations from the Apocalypse, Volume 1: Here is Wisdom" and associated topics raised by the information revealed. This book delivers decisive proof that all three faiths of Abraham are purposeful deceptions to varying degrees, with Christianity being the worst by far.
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Born : 8/11/1955
Age on 8/11/2011 : 56
Born during Leo and year of the Sheep, ergo a Lion and a Lamb..

The head in sand pose may temporarily hide danger from the ostrich, but the hungry lion has no misconceptions about the truly dire nature of that bird's predicament.


I know my writing is often long-winded and sometimes rough around the edges. The ancient deceptions and long-term errors that bedevil humanity were millennia in the making. They won’t be defeated by clever sound bites, smooth talking, or endless debate. It requires substantial knowledge and verifiable wisdom to climb out of the deep morass of ignorance and false doctrine (pit) imposed upon humanity. Practice patience and strive to truly understand and I promise to enlighten you to the verifiable wisdom of the ages . - L.W. Page

Saturday, August 11, 2007

As Tempests Rage Before Balances False...

The following symbolic narrative (prophecy) was included at the end of the Cease and Desist order that I posted worldwide in April-May of 2006. Here's more stunning proof that scoffing in the face of profundity is great folly.

As with the earlier Holiday Messages, the following seven paragraphs serve as a purposely-verbose verifiable seal of authenticity that will be further validated in space-time. Read the earlier messages to fully understand the purpose and full import of this narrative. Understand clearly, the Philosophers’ Stone is a multi-dimensional unique key. Purposeful misuse leads to great peril, which is exactly what many of the world’s religious, monetary, and political leaders will now experience. Pay very close attention to my instructions! Use Wisdom’s Seventh Chapter (a.k.a. Apocalypse Symbol Guide) - (alternate download site) -to unseal the symbology used to build the message below.

Just like all similar ancient narratives, it is not literal!! Read my book’s preface, titled “It’s Symbology Stupid.”

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Those who hear the Teacher’s flame turn sharply to the perfect path, eating simply of the ancient sages’ dual stone. Tearful pit dwellers, shaken mightily by the light, ascend from the abyss before a seventeen-star-filled wind. . Their once-bottomless graves, now cast within three bitter corners, cause the deaf and blind to swallow strength from shame. Walking skyward, their works without-hand, in the midst of sun-clothed snow-clouds, rains burning hail about the heads of unclean men, women, beasts, and creatures dwelling hungrily roundabout the Earth.

Dark and weighty folly sorely pains the tri-tongued captains, writhing within vestments marked by oil, wine, and earth fouled waters. Purple dragon-riders voicing foul spirits darkly, from atop scarlet-fleshed beasts, greatly inflamed the Lady’s ire. Seeing Her reigning First and Last, serpents’ tails burn up wrathfully, striking seven times among lowly heads and hills, wielding brimstone rods and reeds afire.

As tempests rage before balances false, lead-talent-filled ships cast out blinding dust, falling darkly weighted beneath burning waves of sailors’ feet. The First and the Last ascend thunderously above the lightning crossed eastern sky. Rudely awakened, enlightened multitudes force the sacred-pomp to drink of flaming wormwood cups, filled patiently by worn out saints, crying loudly after ages-old bitter tears and shed blood.

153 drunken fish, blinded seven ways by oil, strong wine, and unclean loaves were smoothed by Simon’s 21-rock-weighted triangular net, within Babel’s bottomless pit. Redeemed from strong delusion, they turn once-fouled eyes to the air, hearing lightning thunder seven times about hidden names from time eleven. Greatly inflamed, they justly trample dark oily rivers beneath brightly burning feet, gathering upon the hidden cloudy peak of ages to quake mightily before days end in the midst of roaring stars.

Clothed by seven eyes strengthened by seven horns, newly sighted seekers walk meekly within the midst of the perfect path’s hidden throne, hair purified seven ways by flame of fire. A bearded star roars so fiercely that the city upon seven lowly hills quakes grievously, wailing tearfully about shadowy serpentine dens and rocks. Scorched alive by stellar wind, they shamefully drink about double doubled horns afire, long hidden within the golden altar’s simple ark.

Sorely shaken heads of gold fall beneath ancient corner stones arising, justly numbered by reed, plummet, and eleven stars bowing roundabout the eleventh son. The ancient Lady’s seven pillars, hewn without hand, were long over-shadowed by scorpion-tailed red dragon’s feet of clay and iron. Shining fiercely above felled serpents’ heads, they thunder to life about the burning lake’s heated path, as seven stars strike pompous cities by three. Cast heavenward, a great eagle cries upon dual wings among creatures four and house of eight within raven’s song about the end of earth-bound days.

Hearing roaring harps trumpet their names, jubilant shofars sing mightily. Sounding sharp and strong roundabout the hidden throne, they gird the many-sighted Fire-Lord, smiting the darkly writhing harlot queen, who waxed rich, overly-proud, blind to sorrow, and drawing smoke about ages of oil, wine, shed blood, and tears. Though cast sacred by the unclean dead, its seven beastly heads fall forever beneath an ancient cloud-born stone afire. Gnawing tongues greatly pained by talent-weighted hail, wine-sodden iron feet of clay flee wailing before spark-filled tempests, poured-forth unmingled from the Lady of the Lake’s long-simmering cup of bitter promises. Finally freed of great folly from serpents’ reign, Earth, Water, Air and Fire shine roundabout the living fountain stone. Its pure waters aflame feed sun-lit paths as multitudes sing guileless about emerald times, strongly quenching thirsts for simple ways before peace sounds, forever and ever.

Your humble friend forever,

Seven Star Hand,
a.k.a. The Branch,
a.k.a. MelchiZedek
a.k.a. The “Lion of the Tribe of Juda”

Here is Wisdom!!

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