Here I Am: The White Book

By Marshall Schoenke

If you were to look around you, and I mean really open your eyes and look around, a revolutionary change is being prayed for before we destroy this world.
Jesus is back and he is preparing to take over the presidency, and run the most powerful military in the world. He is willing to jeopardize his life again, to be laughed at, spit upon, tortured, imprisoned, rejected, and murdered—again.
He wants you to know you are just as loved as he is, and he is not returning to be worshipped.
The Reality is Jesus has returned to Destroy death, as is the full prophecy of Immanuel found in Isaiah from the Oldest known remnants of ancient Hebrew Scriptures. Just who could this be who has known the oldest priesthood of the one and only Most High God Before Abraham?
If free will and free choice are to be kept sacred, then man still has to decide whether or not to follow His Love or the new dark Order. Would you vote for Immanuel’s Return?
Peace be upon you.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Marshall Schoenke
• Release date: Jul 27, 2016
• ISBN: 9781370180868

Marshall Schoenke

Marshall Schoenke is a musician/carpenter from Wildwood, Illinois who has had some startling spiritual revelations. He comes from a large religious family, and is married with two daughters, one step-daughter, and a granddaughter who has him wrapped around her pudgy little finger. He and his wife, Elizabeth, live in Lake County, Illinois with their dog, Amonte and cat, Amoshi. Since 2016 we add the grandchildren Jasey Rae Glorioso, Zoey Quinn , Landon Michael, and in Sad memory of Logan Thomas who went into the light at three months old while in my care. My heart has grown deeper.

Book preview

I dedicate this book to you as you are about to read this. It’s a story of a journey of exactly how the veil is not only ripped but torn away. A removal of the darkness that leads to fear so that one need not fear again. It’s the opening of a passage that leads to the light—the same light we all have buried deep within our souls and body.

This is not a second-hand story; it is a journal of what I was thinking about as I arrived at this point in time. I did sit and type this up with my own two pointer fingers. I hope you understand my frame of mind at every point. Like a roller coaster it is filled with ups and downs, twists and turns. In order to keep up with the times while I was opening doors and shedding light on the past, I have also hidden things within these pages for those who know. I tried to be clever and at least make you smile and forget about all your worries for a minute. We’ll take care of those and they’ll be gone soon.

The ends of the chapters have what I call my quotes that I have lived with and grown up with. They are actually songs from some of the greatest guides and musicians that I have had the pleasure of listening to. They got me through the hardest of times in my life and kept me company like best friends on this journey. These guys are truly the priests of the temples and have inspired me to love everything about life, music, and relationships. I hope you will listen to them and if the music isn’t your flavor, just read their lyrics. I feel they help to form my ideas in these chapters in certain ways. I personally thank all of you bands for keeping love alive and keeping me company on those lonely nights. Your works have given me hope, and in return I love you. So I salute you here in my book. Meanings of songs are in the minds of the listeners. I would just write the words down again, but these are for the memories. It was these songs that always reminded me of you, all of you.

Music Link to These Masters

I filled this book with many names of the all the angels I’ve encountered along the way. I have told a story, and I’m sure they have many more stories about me being good and some bad. I hope you will forgive me when they come to you my friends, and they will for more stories that you have shared with me. If you remember all the crazy things I tried to tell you and teach you (because I know many of you heard quite a few), please share the love. To all the band members I ever wrote with or played with, I just want you to know I loved every minute of our sessions, gigs and all those moments in between. You are special to me—nothing but love brothers and sisters—nothing but love for you and your families. Thank you for helping me to write and play the music. We jammed. It meant more to me than you know.

To my immediate family I’m sorry for any of the suffering we’re about to endure together but you know Marsh—crazy Uncle Marsh. I’ve excelled at being different but, you’re about to open this book to read, and hopefully understand the biggest secret I have lived with and can no longer hide. I tried to tell you all through round-about ways, talks, life examples, and much through my lyrics and music. This is my final release because it is time, and our country along with the world really needs this in order to have world peace. Some of you were with me when I passed but you’re all here with me now. I have envisioned this since I was three, and there is no other vision for me. I have been with you from the beginning, and believe you me there is no end. I’m exactly like you, for there was no other way to prove it all to you that you can do it all, too—even better if you have faith in yourself.

To all the religions of the world born of the spirit of One love. Peace

To all the priests in the line of Melchizedek its time. Isaiah 7 verse 18

This is the last piece I must add to my finished book. I really wanted my mother to read this book, but she has now entered into the light—that awesome light. She left right after I finished my writing, yet she already knew what was inside here. I told her everything; she lived through it all, and she always knew the truth about me. She kept it hidden and always worried about me a little more. She lost me once, and I came back. We had long talks about my future, and she gave me every gift she had to ensure my success. This woman was a guiding light of my life. It is a light I am sharing with you all. To the most wonderful mother I dedicate this book in your honor for without you the world wouldn’t be as bright. You held and kept the stars together.

To you my mom-my Darlene-my love forever-until later

The first song is Coming Back to Life by Pink Floyd.

Chapter 1

"In the Beginning…

…was the word, the word was with God, and God was the word. The word made a sound and that sound vibrated everything into existence. Everything you see, everything you know, everywhere you go in the light are the densities of the energies of sound.

It’s absolutely no wonder that when one finds the throne of God, they are engulfed in the sound of the music that surrounds God. You can hear them singing, Holy, holy, holy art thy Creator. The whole earth is full of His glory. Exactly as Isaiah brought forth for all of the world to know and understand. To make their hearts full, close their eyes and their ears to what and who is in control, so they may see inside themselves and listen inside themselves, then they can understand in their hearts and find their healing. They can truly find God within. To go against the world is what God asked Isaiah to do. God asked who will go for us? So Isaiah says, Here I am. Send me.

If any one were to ask, Who is the greatest of the prophets? The answer would be Isaiah. My spiritual father wrote these words in order bring back the love of God to the masses who are being oppressed and enslaved. These words were of that vibration of God that go back to 700 BC and have been the oldest unchanged writings kept by the disciples of Isaiah. Chapter Eight: Bind up the testimony and seal the Law among my disciples. I will wait for Yahuwah who is hidden from the house of Jacob and I will look for Him. Behold, I and the children God has given me are for signs and for wonders in Israel who dwells in mount Zion. If the world speaks not according to this testimony and the Word, surely there is no light in them!

Accordingly, Israel kept the words alive through writings and vocal transmissions. I say vocal, because most of the Hebrew writings were sung as well for the purpose of remembering. I know you understand that you can forget where you put your keys, or why you came back into the room, what you had for dinner yesterday, but I guarantee you remember those old nursery rhymes from your childhood, and you probably passed those same ones on to your children and grandchildren. When they found The Dead Sea scrolls, they discovered the oldest writings of Isaiah, which were unchanged from the beginning. This was a truly great find that was destined to be found and brought back in the last days of the end of the world (as you know it). No the world is not going to stop or blow up into tiny pieces, but it is going to change from its oppressive ways.

The Christians kept the original writings untainted and for great purpose. Without the writings of Isaiah, you could never ever have the introduction of Jesus (Isa, Yashua, Joshua—all the same in semantics and language and for our purposes—Shear-Jashub from Isaiah, Chapter Seven). The Suffering Servant and the Savior is the theme of Isaiah s writings along with the warnings of not listening to Jehovah. In the New Testament Jesus many times is found in the temple reading from the scrolls of Isaiah, and telling them that the writings are talking about him. The church could never defy the testimony of Isaiah, for they are using it to bolster their position on the validity of the prophecy of his coming. Because Jesus spoke the words while teaching, they are kept for the testimony of the church, and nothing can change them.

This book will bring you greater understanding of God and His never-ending love for all of us—not a few, but all. I will reference these ancient writings and show you God’s vision through Isaiah as you embark in the unfolding of Prophecy that is happening before your eyes in this world today. I will reference chapters for you to read in complete, as I will highlight the punch lines. I do not mean funny punch lines. I mean the lines that will punch religions in the gut, only to stop them from eating that which is not life nor gives life. The bread of life is with you! Immanuel oh Immanuel why do they not see? Like a box of Cracker Jacks, if you don’t look inside, you’re going to miss the prize as it is always in there. Yep, I’m older now, as if you couldn’t tell by that parable... If you have never seen or heard of Cracker Jacks it matters not. You are the box. Once you find what’s inside, you will be able to fully come out of the boxes in which you think and live and have love and life more abundantly. You will see things beyond imagination, and your imaginations with the mind of the heart will heal every one of your ailments and sicknesses.

Thinking outside of the box, what a term. You may know the meaning in which a person is made to think by a set of regulated parameters where information and knowledge must conform to the ideas of those who built such boxes. Many know that boxes can be like corrals (like the rails you hold on to while walking a path) leading the blind masses to their slaughter-houses (boxes). There is a society death cult which has created the grandest of all boxes. I’m sure you’ve heard of them or seen their symbolism. If I remember correctly there are like some bones in it, and oh yeah there is also a skull, I believe, there. I see they even have a college to promote out of, while they have placed themselves in every aspect of your governing bodies. They have taken truth and twisted it. Their lies have controlled the masses for thousands of years—giving you bits and pieces of the truth to bring you in (corral you), and paint it with lies to entrap you in fear and disparity.

Every sale is increased when you are led to believe you can’t live without it; or eat, drink, and be merry, for tomorrow we die. You have to save for your death and must worry about yourself and do for yourself, because you only have one life. You’d better get all you can, take even if it is from others. What the secret is, is if you tell on us we will kill you, and you will die and you don’t want that. And so the fear grows, handed down from generation to generation. And to keep the secret a secret they built the last box for you to believe in and fear from the womb. I’m sure you guessed by now that box is your coffin. They misled you about your own return and created the lie in which they shoot the body up with preservatives and lay you in a box in the ground to preserve your body for the last day when your spirit will take back up the corpse and live again only on that last day. Oh yeah, so you’re just going to have to wait and suffer till we say it’s the right time to call it the last day. They say let us make them comfortable as they lay in their prison coffin boxes. Let’s sell them insurance and we’ll call it life. Even the society of death just can’t get it together. It is either the end and final, or you come back the last day. Ah it’s all phooey, and just prison guards living off the prisoners.

My brothers and sisters, I can assure you on your last day when you pull your spirit from that flesh, you will not suffer that box. You will finally see you will be thinking outside box.

You will eat with Gods.

Most priests/preachers use the Bible, which is very much the basis of the law, incompletely. They only use scripture that suits their immediate needs, and never come full-circle to the very meaning of simple verses such as I will show you again. (John Chapter Ten) Jesus answered the Jews who were about to stone him for saying, God and I are one [blasphemy]. Is it not written in your law I said, ye are gods? If he who receives the word from God, called them gods, say ye of Him, thou blasphemes because I said, I am the son of God. (Psalm 82) God stands in the congregation of God. He judges among the gods. I said ye are gods and all of you are sons of the Most High.

I need you to find these and in finding these you will have to do much reading, and thus I can get you to see for yourself. Do not take it for granted just because I’m telling you. There are many of you but there is only one Most High Creator. Point being even the term Elohim is used singular or plural they say. But how it is pronounced is very much the same as Allah because if you know that when reading Hebrew, the m on the end of the word is there only for mouth position as it means the lips should come together but there is no sounding of the m consonant. So you get Elohi, and what do you expect from the children of Abraham but relativity in semantics? Do you see then under one Creator we are all equal and should be in all judgements and statutes? In the beginning there was a priest/king who spoke of the El Elyon, the God Most High.

Let’s add some reasoning to our knowledge of The Most High God our Creator. We know certain things about God—he is omnipotent and omniscient. These mean that He is all powerful and all knowing. Now if He is all knowing, this would mean that in the very beginning God would know everything, and that would include the beginning through to the end. Can you please see then that in the beginning The Elohim knew you and that means you are very much part of God? You are loved and have been from the BEGINNING.

Let me finish this chapter the way I began it.

In the beginning you were, God was with you, you are in God, God is in You.

Now that is Omnipotent.

The song is Amen by Kid Rock

If you ask me why I chose this song well I will tell ya Only God Knows Why.

Chapter 2

1969 The Summer of Love

The time was right. Soldiers were still returning from the manipulated jungles of a faraway country. The peace sign was emblazoned on tie-dyed shirts, and the youth of the United States were all joining together to protest the war. They were countering the rhetoric with music of love and peace—positively comforting music. But the tempo was picking up, and the vibe was increasing, and they were making a huge demonstration—finding the lead position in the news. What was going on? What were they really doing?

They were consciously coming together to promote love in every dark hole of America. It’s almost as if they were calling into existence something they wanted more than they had. They wanted to be free from the control of a government heading off the tracks. The government was meant to protect them, yet everyday their family—sons, brothers, husbands, fathers, sisters and daughters—were being brainwashed into thinking a war in another country was protecting America and our freedoms. So the lion in charge was gnawing at the bones of his very own pride. He snuck in while everyone was sleeping and had his way with the camp. Night after night he plucked them out of the nest, and no one was there to put him into check. None fluttered or chirped. The eagles were crying because their wings were slowly being plucked and clipped. The country was becoming a no-fly zone for the spirit.

This was the preparation for something big for the elite and rich bankers, but little did they know that what the young Americans had done was going to really call back into the world the spirit of love. The awakening would begin, and through music it would spread like wildfire, and the land would see the rebellion that was long overdue. They lifted their voices to heaven in the hopes of an answer or at least a change, someone to hear their quest for Love.

Thomas Schoenke a young man from Waukegan, Illinois, married to his beautiful wife Darlene Dembinsky finally moved to their home in Wildwood, Illinois, along with their three little children Sheryll, Michael and Russell. The beginning of the summer would herald the entry of the spirit of love for Tom and Darlene as their love for one another would bring about the newest edition to the Schoenke family. (Schoenke is a Germanic name meaning the beautiful family.) (Ok we’re not talking looks but our love for one another and others is beautiful. Our noses may be big, but they’re never up in the air or looking down on others.)

The very spirit of love is now in Darlene’s womb and is alive and the child is forming. That is always the beginning of life of our children contrary to today’s abortion laws of legalized murder.

Tom drives trucks both locally and over-the-road, and he is a powerful man with strength beyond strength. He was raised in the catholic religion and was serious about having his children follow the church and grow up with the morals of a One God way of life carried down through the years from the Elohim of Abraham, Isaac and Jacob. He was really good in baseball, the all-American sport, and if you were alone with him on the weekends you were also going to grow into a die-hard Chicago Cubs Fan. No choice for the kids, but that’s alright we loved them win or lose. Then from the little bears you were also a big die hard Chicago Bears fan. It’s easy to see in families where the child is raised with a father figure they get to pick up and inherit some of the greatest things in life. They inherit a way of life and that I believe is the definition of religion. Remember there will always come things to try and change your way of life and rip apart your family if successful. Tom would come across those times and show his family exactly how hard work and determination could overcome those tragedies, as they would encounter more than a few. He left at one in the morning most times not returning home till five in the evening. He would then come home and read, eat dinner, watch TV while reading, and then go to bed and read a book to get to sleep. Another great gift he gave us was the love of reading.

He drove home the need for respect for Mom and their values. He survived through layoffs, sixty-plus hours a week, loss of body parts, and the pressures of everyday life on the road of a truck driver dealing with crazy drivers always cutting him off. He supported a family of seven, and he was the model of a hard worker with his nose to the grindstone. He always said he did this so none of us would have to. He knew we were all born with special gifts, and he wanted each of us to achieve our own perfection. He, too, started out in construction but found more stability in driving a truck. One thing that always stuck with me was how he gave directions for anywhere from Green Bay to Indianapolis. He could give you the street names, but more peculiarly, he could give you a land mark that you would see when you needed to make a direction change. (A first understanding of reading the bible is that it has these everywhere for guides)

Darlene was the darling Mother of all mothers, for there wasn’t a single thing she wouldn’t do for her children and all the children in the neighborhood, friends her kids brought home, or in their schools. The list of attributes of this woman are as follows—the best mom, school teacher, artist, organist and pianist, executive secretary, accountant, tax accountant, ceramics teacher, florist; she ran for county board, fought the city water works to fix the system; was a chef, religious educator, carpenter, architect, taxi driver of children to everywhere, nurse and sometimes doctor for the kids, waitress (and not just for the kids), homemaker, and the one who would not go to sleep until all the kids were in the house (and that better have been before the street lamps turned on.) This inheritance from Darlene is absolutely rich with gifts, talents, and abilities. And all her children received these for it seems that there was absolutely nothing she couldn’t do. She taught us how to question everything.

Darlene’s parents were very wealthy but they didn’t like Tom, so she was blacklisted in the family. Tom and Darlene got married and had the reception in the basement of her parents’ house—not fancy at all, and pretty much a kick in the face compared to her siblings. Tom and Darlene didn’t let it get them down, and it didn’t deter her from her decision to marry him. In fact, it was the breath under their wings that made their decision to not accept the money and gifts in later years, because they wanted their children to learn the ethics of hard work