Revelations’ Echo

By Daniel King

This book is about a religious experiencea vision that happened three times (like Fatima) forty years ago. I include the vision, how it astonished me, and what I think it is about. Recently, with all the earths changes going on and the search for planet X, my vision is relevant to the times.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Xlibris US
• Release date: May 17, 2017
• ISBN: 9781543422016

Daniel King

I am a house painter, retired. I studied English Literature at UT Austin for 4 and a half years before I ran out of steam. Now I play Santa at Christmastime for my basic allowance during the year. I live in Fort Worth.

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Chapter One

The Vision

I went swimming at the ole Indian initiation grounds and sacred springs. I got the cold sweats. It was hard to swallow. I couldn’t breathe. I biked home. The sky darkened and the winds were blowing.

Just as I stepped on the porch the wind swept a spider plant off the bannister; I dove and caught it in my divine grasp.

I laid my body down. My spirit was whisked into rapture. Bees honeycombed my veins in an excited state, stirring the nectar in my cells to fax the chi of my chokras. Ka-ching! the seven centers of consciousness aligned.

A voice started speaking in my right ear. (This visitation happened three Saturdays in a row. No coincidence.) A clear, strong voice:

So! Pay attention. Arriba. Escuche. Never had I experienced such a rush. I am one eighth Cherokee; my great grandmother was full blood.

I’d taken the sacrament of the American Indian church. This Medicine opened some invisible doorway existing inside the mind. A kind of ecstasy suffused my body; my girlfriend arrived and morphed into a bare breasted Sphinx. She could not meld into the riddle that snagged onto my inner sight because, even though we shared bodies we didn’t share minds. Soon the Sphinx left me and my mystery cloud to puzzle out the Infinite alone.

An electric storm raged outside the room. Tree limbs waved. Endor- fins cut the air. Leavened by divine yeast I trembled, speechless and caught up in the seventh sphere of heaven. Tears flowed as my brow plowed the astral wind. My joy was bottomless. It was pure love to the tenth degree. It seems a celestial message was waiting for me.

My first five senses hiccupped, then they were obliterated. I felt so pumped, then . . .

My third eye had opened. I picked up the phone as it were. It was my wake up call. The ocean of consciousness parted before my flounder sight. The mystery of higher consciousness ascended through my marrow.

The music of the spheres played in the orchestra pit of my lungs. I was a star dust fractile born of quasar rage, raised in a quagmire of a super nova’s milky rays, youth spent in a cosmic cyclone spun by jeweled lightning, sent to tunnel through a black hole’s gravity waves along a sunny beach of an azure atoll. Then slung towards Earth from a distant star system with a unknown mission to accomplish . . .

I witnessed my soul sap rise, living and dying thousands of times.

I had been a cardinal, a Druid, a soldier, and a gypsy thief. I was an onion with many layers. My puny worth compared to the Universe was as a grain of sand on the beach. I was infused with warmth; third eye deevolved into an octopod with radiant tenacles doing hand-stands in the surge.

Here’s what the Voice said: A war is coming. A war is coming. A war is coming.

In my mind, I saw this cloud in the sky appear; out of this cloud two Hands emerged, two Hands belonging to The Great Spirit.

They started massaging my brain. Any and all imperfections in my synapses were healed; my nerve endings were warped, but soon those pathways mended. My imagination’s canals now repaired, I perked up.

"Go to India.

This war lasts twenty years. It continues until the women of the world rebel and take over politics.

They are better suited."

(I chugged a tumbler of water. Each swallow made a cascade of thoughts and images tumble through my cortex.)

I heard the Archangel Michael driving the divine chariot; his horses’ hooves echoed.

The iron Voice commanded me: Take up the authority of the King of the World and rule the nations once again. You must lead many peoples, lands, languages, and powers. Wear the mantle of king. Grab the crown; it’s yours.

My consciousness went universal. Then there was this global spasm.

There came a storm in space. The earth went into some great travail.

An immense flash erupted. And in that flash moshed foul, dread death.

A psychic scream rent and vibrated through the World Mind. In a flash way over half of the population of the globe was annihilated. To me it was like a woman giving birth or a hart being mugged by a bear.

All those souls who could not peacefully advance spiritually in this realm, were whisked off to another dimension to continue their path as orangutans. At last, the Divine Farmworkers threshed the fields of our Lord. The grapes are full; the arbors sag. It’s time to stomp the wines of enlightenment. And tap the cask of God’s Will.

The echo of this psychic anguish reverberated through the heavens.

"The entire galaxy will come under the influence of a cosmic rebirth.

Many natural laws will be superseded by the control of unknown forces.

The ring of fire will erupt. The wobble of the earth increase. Waves of insanity will sweep across the United States. Neo-nazism will rear its reptile head. Patriotism will launch a ship of fools. A freaky skirmish in the Middle East will suck the United States into a war that will last decades. Honor, pride, and egotism will be the three-headed monster to avoid. Turn away and live. People will kill for a sandwich or ego rush, only to die the next day. Women truly hold the keys to survival. Enslaved scientists unleash a sexual disease that infects mankind, but its effects backfire. Governments swallow patriots. The rite of dueling amongst men to settle differences, will resurface.

There will be strange changes everywhere. Mountains will fall, islands will rise. The seasons will slide. After this storm in space and after the global wobble gets worse, Earth’s rotation totally stops. Then the globe spins the opposite direction. (‘And there will be time no longer.’) Everyone will be warped as the globe and its shaking crust.

Continents will calf and split. Tsunamis rage. And the Vortex will twist and slither as the World Mind tries to deal with its spin, its imbalance, its woggling electromagnetism.

"A mini-ice age ensues. The poles will shift. The basic electric polarity goes from negative to positive due to a cosmic shift that permeates all the galaxy. The oceans freeze. How long this ice age lasts is going to be the hottest topic for generations. The weather smoothes out; it changes again. It turns from artic to temperate.

The weather in future will be even more temperate than it is now.

Siberia will become the site of the next great civilization. When these new poles are planted and fixed, the great expanse of Russia will inhabit that sweet spot for farming and agriculture that was once held by/in the Mid West of the US and the Amazon. There will be twelve bodies that round us to match the signs of the zodiac. The result being that many advanced and trusted souls will choose to incarnate thereafter. It will be a time for champions to be born; to flourish; to uplift the common man and enrich the rare woman.

A new Age of Venus and the greening of the earth is what transpires after all this upheaval. A new day dawns.

Because nuclear knowledge threatens to warp the genes on our planet, this scenario is absolute. In fact our advance as a civilization has come to an end; it’s been decided upon by the Council of Twelve, fey Masters whose focus is to ensure that our planet Earth survives and continues to be a place where simple souls thrive.

There will be a moratorium on nuclear energy’s use.

We won’t need it because of the renaissance in science that will be inspired by future events and the great souls that radiate. Science will undergo a transformation when we realize new sets of laws. All our relevant learning will be scrapped in favor of better understanding of the universe and what really applies