I'm in a building, but it's as though I can see through it now. We all can.
[font=georgia] The building is the construct of this modern world fed to us by the Media. For generations we couldn't see outside the building. A
tiny group from a previous generation broke into the domain of the techno priests and took the power to make windows for us. These days almost
everyone is starting to see through the whole building.
The massive light in the distance started getting closer and closer to us. A fog rolled in with it. And what looked like giant branches,
spinning from a tree so big in the mist that only it's giant branches would stick out of it as it spun.
The branch is possibly one of the most powerful symbols of all history. There is too much to go into here, and frankly I don't understand it myself.
I can only comment on the impressions this sequence leaves me with.
We're all supposed to be looking for someone. There are a lot of omissions in published history. The missing person is known as The one that
wrestled Jacob and named Israel, the right hand of Moses, The one that led the tribes across the Jordan, The one who shook the world
, and other
The spinning branches are the actual unpublished story of this family and it's impact on world history. Not the official version, but the
what-actually-happened version. The pieces of which are explained away as natural cycles, or hidden in the fog of terrestrial authority figures who
feel they have the final word.
The branches and the giant tree are the actual story of the human family tree. Instead of the usual diet of being told who we should mistrust this
week, and who we should buy from next week. The much talked about singularity. It is that moment when human kind, for the first time, has a clear
picture of its whole self. Instead of being told no no no, the next disaster is more important than knowing thyself.
The phrase most are familiar with is "Behold the BRANCH." Apparently there is a singular individual who will be revealed by this process. The powers
of this world have prepared a terrible reception for that person. He is to be labeled THE antichrist. Surprisingly the phrase "the antichrist"
appears nowhere in the scriptures. Antichrist always being used to refer to multiple peoples or a singular spirit of denial.
The only apocrypha I've can point to on this, so far, is Sefer Zerubbabel.
Here is the relevant section
A wind lifted me up between heaven and earth and carried me to the great city Nineveh, city of blood, and I thought ‘Woe is me, for my attitude
has been contentious and my life is at great risk!’ So I arose in distress in order to pray and entreat the favor of the name of the Lord God of
Israel. I confessed all my transgressions and my sins, for my attitude had been contentious, and I said: ‘Ah Lord! I have acted wrongly, I have
transgressed, I have sinned, for my attitude has been contentious. You are the Lord God, the One Who made everything by a command from Your mouth,
and with a word from Your lips will revivify the dead!’ [color=gold] He said to me, ‘Go to the “house of filth” near the market-district,’
and I went just as he had commanded me. He said to me, ‘Turn this way,’ and so I turned. He touched me, and then I saw a man despicable, broken
down and in pain.
That despicable man said to me: ‘Zerubbabel!? What business do you have here? Who has brought you here?’ I responded and said: ‘A
wind from the Lord lifted me up and carried me to this place.’ He said to me: ‘Do not be afraid, for you have been brought here in order that He
might show you.’ When I heard his words, I was consoled and regained my self-composure. I asked him, ‘Sir, what is the name of this place?’
He said to me, ‘This is mighty Rome, wherein I am imprisoned.’
The apocalypse of Zerubbabel
Official history is not faked, or false, or made up, so much as one key piece is always left out. And failing that; what was done by an individual is
attributed to nebulous forces, or what is done by a rotten group-spirit is attributed to one fall guy. For instance the loss of the Republic is laid
at Caesars' feet. But if this was the scheme of a lone mad man, why did the republic not return after his fall?
The spinning branches in the tree are the true human story viewed from our current perspective, as we start to see through the building, and still
believe in cyclic history. But it's the tree that doesn't spin, only our perspective of it. Being driven from even to event, from crisis to crisis,
our perspective of our human history and our place in it keeps spinning and spinning.
All of this got closer and closer until it reached us. And when it did, Jesus himself appeared in the light and stood before us all. He didn't
say a word. He didn't have to. Everyone immediately, almost zombie like (honestly I could taste the fear in the room) all just bowed before him
without question and without taking the time to even freak out about it.
This implies that the reason "no man knows the hour" is because even the missing branch doesn't know when they will be found, and the searchers don't
know if they will ever find that person. Surprising isn't it. All these centuries and the secret rulers are still halfheartedly looking. I used to
wonder why it was so important for this to be kept a secret, surely everyone knowing would make it go quicker, but then I realized they would be
trapped in the desert of imposters.
For instance with the advent of the telephone the entire human family could have been mapped. But who to believe? Countless people would be claiming
that they were Napoleon. And for some reason it was deemed unacceptable to let them be part of Napoleon's family. How a person defines them self is
not important to the existing world order, and people must be _told_ who they are.
The image of Jesus: It's really really hard to put this into words. It was not what I would have expected. It was very strange. Full of
symbolism. The images of Jesus alone will take some time to sort out. I will try to describe it. His shape and 3d appearance looked much like a
Michelangelo painting. But his surface texture looked as though it was made up from pages of the bible. Text and images. Black and white. All wrapped
around him. I'll be honest, as art... it was brilliant. It was amazing.
A very nice description of the secret name of Jesus. "The word of God". Or "Beginning". Genesis reads differently when the word 'Beginning' is
taken as a proper name and not just a noun.
In the beginning God created heaven, and earth.
Despite all the symbolism applied to him, all the visuals of him we are told to believe in that were commissioned by men and made by genius like
Michelangelo, despite all the pages written to paper him over; somehow you can still see who he is, as he defines himself.
It's the age old obfuscation of first causes, completely muddled by legions of philosophers and authorities of letters. The “who created the
creator” word game. Consider one house is being built by a carpenter and that carpenter is presented with two foundations. The beginning of that
house is not the foundation that was laid, it is the choice of which foundation to build on.
Say a person decides to build a house on a plot of land. A foundation is laid. That person comes and inspects it and rejects it. The foundation is
broken up and a new one laid. The beginning of the house is when the foundation is chosen.
Take a house off its foundation and move it to the wilderness where a new foundation is built for it. Is that house now younger because it's on a new
foundation half it's age? Or is the beginning of that house still when the first foundation was chosen for and it was constructed.
These are simple things to understand and they can be explained to a seven year old. But our young are taught about punishment, and fault, and who is
to blame. Who got in trouble is the most interesting subject and not “look what I made over the weekend.”
If the day ever comes where every single crime is confessed without fear and without reprisal, we may find that we didn't really know people like we
thought we did. That some we are told are horrible are not really as bad as we thought, and some who are righteous are actually quite twisted.
Everyone was a stranger to me. Although Patrick Stewart was sitting at a table reading. He looked unaware, or uninterested. Everyone else was
just moving around. Going about their daily activities maybe? Everyone just seemed unaware.
This may very well have been The Branch, reading the book of life. The book contains A lot of crime and confession which people will learn not to
hold against each other. The day may come when people will no longer celebrate notorious deeds, or whisper of them from ear to ear. And everyone,
instead of grouping up to celebrate blame, will be interested in beginning their own creations. [/font]
Anyway I hope that helps. And please someone else do a better job of interpreting than I did. This stuff is all so subjective. Member "Under Water"
may be shaking their head and thinking how wrong I got it all. But either way, it's one of the best apocalypse dreams I've ever read.
The little known secret about the existence of Cities and their relationship to the law is that cities are where a person is to flee who has committed
a crime. Even accidental manslaughter. They are to present themselves to the high priest of the city and to be protected from the vengeance of the
victims families. A city was intended to be where one goes to face judgement, and the chains of reprisal are to be broken. The person has to labor
for or serve the city until the High Priest passes away. The casting of stones was designed to encourage people to flee to the city for safety. It
was never intended that cities should swallow the whole world and people to labor in them for generations without end.
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