God's Unsealing of the Prophet Daniel's Math

By Bruce Edward Jones

This book, God's Unsealing of the Prophet Daniel's Math, reveals the mysteries of the prophet Daniel's math that has been sealed for over 2,500 years. The first chapter tells the story of the author's life and why God chose him of all people to unseal the prophet Daniel's math. Chapter 2 reveals the interpretation of Daniel's eighth chapter vision of the 2,300 days, making known the math to the date to when the end of times, days, or years, begins on earth, foretold by the angel Gabriel to Daniel. Note: "Days are years following the prophet Ezekiel's math 'that a day is a year'" (Ezekiel 4:6). The unsealing of Daniels math to the third chapter reveals the date to the 1,290 days (years) to the setup for the abominations of desolation, making known exactly what it is and why Jesus said, "To understand the words spoken by the prophet Daniel to the abomination of desolations will stand in a holy place." This chapter also reveals Daniel's math to the date when the seventy years of the desolations of Jerusalem begins on earth and the date when it ends on earth. During those seventy years, the prophet Daniel says, "The Lord will accomplish all his work on earth." This is the date when the seventy years of the desolations of Jerusalem ends and is the date that God has shortened the days from, or no flesh shall be saved, making known just how close we are to the end of the age of humans, as we know it, on earth. The remaining five chapters reveal Daniel's math up to the dates for the opening of the seals in Revelation. This tells us exactly the times we are living in the end of times on earth.

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• Language: English
• Publisher: Christian Faith Publishing, Inc.
• Release date: Apr 19, 2022
• ISBN: 9781639618194

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Godand#39;s Unsealing of the Prophet Danieland#39;s Math

Bruce Edward Jones

ISBN 978-1-63961-818-7 (paperback)

ISBN 978-1-63961-819-4 (digital)

Copyright © 2022 by Bruce Edward Jones

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Table of Contents

God’s Unsealing of the Prophet Daniel’s Math

The Interpretation to Daniel’s Eighth Chapter Vision

The Abominations of Desolation Made Known

The Opening of the First Seal in Revelation

The Opening of the Second Seal

The Opening of the Third Seal

The Opening of the Fourth Seal in Revelation

The Opening of the Fifth Seal

The Opening of the Sixth Seal

Contents

Acknowledgement 5

God’s Unsealing of the Prophet Daniel’s Math 7

The Interpretation to Daniel’s Eighth Chapter Vision 55

The Abominations of Desolation Made Known 96

The Opening of the First Seal in Revelation 125

The Opening of the Second Seal 149

The Opening of the Third Seal 180

The Opening of the Fourth Seal in Revelation 216

The Opening of the Fifth Seal 246

The Opening of the Sixth Seal 270

References 303

Acknowledgement

God’s Unsealing of the Prophet Daniel’s Math established the prophet Daniel as a true end-time prophet of God. I know God knows the end from the beginning of all things. God knew my parents Roland and Sara Jones would be with him before this book was finished.

I dedicate this book to my parents who raised me to be a believer. Their dedication to living a Christian life influenced me to be able to ask for the answers to my questions that led to the development of God’s Unsealing of the Prophet Daniel’s Math.

Chapter 1

God’s Unsealing of the Prophet Daniel’s Math

God created the earth with all its glory and splendor, with the rising and setting of the sun and the moon with the great oceans, the rising and lowering of the tides, and all the glorious trees, plant life, and animals, with the birds of the earth and the fish and sea creatures that live in water on earth. Then when God made Adam and Eve and placed them in the garden of Eden, this allowed us to know that God created the earth to be inhabited. Then when Jesus walked the earth, he made known to his disciples the age of the human race has a shelf life, and when he returns back on earth at his second coming, the age of the entire human race, as we know it, will end on earth. This book contains the mysteries made known to me by the will of God who has chosen to unseal the prophet Daniel’s math of the 2,300 days in his eighth chapter vision and the 1,290 days to the setup to the abominations of desolations and the 1,335 days when he that waited and cometh to shall be blessed and the seventy years of the desolation of Jerusalem when the Lord will accomplish—and accomplish, that pertains to work—so the Lord will accomplish all his work in those seventy years during the desolations of Jerusalem along with God’s decoding of the hidden math in of the 2,300 days in Daniel’s eighth chapter vision to the dates for the opening of the seals in Revelation. These are the hidden mysteries in the end of times, and to understand how important the prophet Daniel is to the end of times is in Matthew 24:15:

When you shall see the abomination of desolations, spoken of by Daniel the prophet, stand in the holy place (whosoever readeth let him understand).

Daniel is the only prophet in the Bible that Jesus said to understand his word will stand in a holy place, and the holy place is the holy sacred knowledge from God given to the prophet Daniel to the end times.

I am the middle child, having an older brother and a younger sister, and we were blessed with wonderful Christian parents that loved the Lord, each other, and their children with all their heart. Our parents took us kids to Sunday school and church every Sunday, and during summer vacation, we went to Wednesday night service and also our church’s annual two-week summer revival every night. I did not remember much about what our preacher preached about in those days, but the one thing I do remember our preacher saying at every church service without exception: We are living in the end of times, and the Lord could return at any moment.

I heard these words so many times I had serious doubts if I would ever graduate from school before the Lord would return. I grew up in Wilmington, Delaware, during the early sixties, and I can still remember the air raids that took place in our elementary school with our teacher leading us single file down the steps to the lowest level hallway in the school. Then we would sit down with our backs to the wall with our heads between our legs for a few minutes, and when it was over, we headed back to class. The air raids in the schools back then were in response to the Cuban Missile Crisis because people believed nuclear war between Russia and the United States was a real possibility. The Cuban Missile Crisis not only was solely responsible for the air raids in our schools, but it was also responsible for causing Christians in our church to believe they were living in the end of times and the Lord could return at any moment. I can still remember one Sunday morning our preacher saying, The Lord’s return is so close I could not guarantee that the Lord would not return before I finished my sermon.

When the Cuban Missile Crisis was resolved, that ended the air raids at our school. This was the first time I realized the world was not going to end, and it was not the time for the Lord’s return.

I always considered myself to be blessed because I discovered with irrefutable proof in 1969 there is a God who was real and hears and answers our prayers. It was not because of going to church, reading the Bible, or our parents telling us God is real but because of two miracles I witnessed with my own eyes along with my parents, grandmother, my brother and sister. I knew the two miracles were impossible to have happened without a supernatural power that could have only happened by the hand of God.

The first miracle happened, when I was fourteen years old, to my grandfather who was my mother’s father in 1969. Our grandparents, when they were eighty years old, in excellent health, moved in with our family out of Wilmington, Delaware, to live in the country in Maryland, 1967. I learned a lot about my grandparents when they lived with us such as how, during the Great Depression of 1929, my grandfather worked for the telephone company in Wilmington, Delaware; and during the Great Depression, he still was able to work four days a week. That allowed him to be able to preach at a place called the Thompson Sunrise Breakfast Mission in Wilmington, Delaware, for free every Sunday. The Sunday morning services at the mission started at 6:00 a.m. and ended sometime around 8:00 a.m. The lion’s share of the people there came to the mission because they had lost their jobs, savings, and many even their homes during the Great Depression, and these people had little food and were hungry. They went there knowing when the service ended, they would be fed a wonderful all-they-could-eat breakfast for free, cooked for them by the mission volunteers in the mission’s kitchen.

My grandmother was a volunteer at the mission that helped with cooking the breakfast every Sunday morning at the mission. My grandmother told me during the Great Depression, people came together and helped one another. The people that had jobs would come by the mission to give money to feed the people and also to help buy food for people in need. She told me how blessed they were that my grandfather worked for the telephone company, and even though his hours were cut by the phone company, he still worked four days a week—that was enough to take care of his family, which was why he always refused to take any money for his preaching on Sunday at the mission. My grandmother told me during the Great Depression a few times a week three of four people would come to her house and asked me if she had any extra food they could eat because they were hungry. She told me how she would bring them to the back porch to sit down then fixed them an extra-large plate of food and a beverage, usually hot coffee or iced tea, and they would eat everything on their plate then thanked her for her generosity.

My mother was a young child during the Great Depression, and she told me there was always enough money to pay the mission bills and keep the doors open with enough food to feed the hungry people every Sunday. I asked my mother once did she or the volunteers ever eat breakfast at the mission.

She told me, Never. It was only for those in need!

I realized my grandparents were real Christians not only in words but in deeds, having compassion for others in their time of need during the worst depression in American history. There was never a day at our house that my grandparents did not talk about the Lord and the blessings they had received from the Lord throughout their lifetime.

I will never forget the day in 1969 when I was dropped off by the school bus at our home and saw an ambulance in the driveway and ran into the house to find out what had happened. My mother said, Your grandfather is very sick, and he is being taken to the hospital to find out what’s wrong with him.

I watched two people from the ambulance bring my grandfather down the steps into the living room on a stretcher, and as they were heading toward the door, our preacher came in the front door, to our surprise. He said to my mother he had seen the ambulance in our driveway and came in to see what had happened and if there was anything he could do to help. My mother quickly told him what had happened when he stopped the two men carrying the stretcher then asked my grandfather would he mind if he prayed for him before going to the hospital.

My grandfather said, I hoped you would.

When our preacher finished praying for my grandfather, he then told him he believed everything would be fine. My grandfather was then taken out of the house and into the ambulance, heading to the hospital. That night, our parents came home and told us kids our grandmother is going to spend the night at the hospital. The hospital early tomorrow was going to run tests on Grandpop to find out what was wrong with him.

The following day, when the school bus dropped me off at home, I went into the house and knew instantly something was seriously wrong with our grandfather because both my mother and grandmother had been crying. My mother told me, holding back her tears, Both of your grandfather’s kidneys had stopped working and he is dying of uremic poisoning and he is not expected to live through the night.

I was in shock, along with my brother and sister that had just arrived, when she told us our grandfather’s condition.

My mother told us, The hospital had done all they could do for your grandfather, and we were given the option for him to die in the hospital or be taken home to die. We decided for him to die at home around his family, and he is being transported from the hospital as we speak.

And it was not long before my grandfather arrived home. When he arrived, they took him up the steps and into his bedroom and put him in his bed then gave their condolences to both my mother and grandmother then left. When I went upstairs and saw my grandfather in his bed, he was so weak he could hardly talk above a whisper. There was no doubt he was dying, and I knew he would soon be gone home to be with the Lord. It was not long before my mother and grandmother left the bedroom, and I followed them downstairs into the kitchen. My mother called everyone she knew to pray for her father, and she even found an old A. A. Allen magazine and called their prayer line number.

When she finished the call, she said, Mom, Rev. Allen’s sister answered my call on the pray line, and when I told her about Dad, she said her brother is praying for people right now during his service and she would go immediately and take my prayer request to her brother Rev. Allen to pray for Dad.

My grandmother then said to my mother, Sara, our only hope now is the Lord.

When a couple of hours had passed, my father came down the steps and said to my mother, If you are going to pray for your father tonight, now would be the time to do it because I don’t know how much longer he has in this world.

Then everyone gathered around our grandfather’s bed, holding hands as my father anointed my grandfather’s head with oil and began to pray for him. I was surprised how powerful and emotional my father’s prayer was that night.

We all knew that prayer reached the Lord because within half an hour after my father finished praying for my grandfather, he said to my mother, Sara, I have to urinate.

My mother said, Are you sure, Dad?

He said, Yes, I am sure.

When I looked over at my grandfather, I noticed the color in his face appeared to be coming back, and he sure was stronger when he spoke. After my mother, sister, and grandmother left the room, my father and brother helped our grandfather out of bed and onto the portable toilet that my father had quickly brought down from the attic that he had for a couple of years in case he ever needed it and cleaned it up for our grandfather to use.

When Grandpop began urinating, I asked my father, What does this mean?

He said, We will just have to wait and see.

When he finished, my father and brother helped him back into his bed, and I noticed instantly how much stronger he was with his legs moving when they put him back into the bed. When my mother and grandmother came into the room and were told what had just happened, they began thanking and praising the Lord. Then within a couple of hours, our grandfather went again; but this time, when he finished, he was able to support all his body weight on his legs as he walked with help back to his bed. That was when we all knew we were witnessing a miracle.

Then later within a couple of hours, my grandfather said, I have to go again, but I believe I could make it into the bathroom from my bed without help and to all of our surprise, he did. When he returned, he sat in his bedroom chair because he was tired of being in bed. He walked with help over to the chair and sat down with all of us being amazed and his first words were Praise God, the Lord has touched my body, and I am being healed, and we all knew he was. We all stayed in the bedroom for a couple of hours, talking until our grandfather said he was tired and wanted to go back to his bed to get a good night’s sleep and a good breakfast in the morning. When he went back to his bed, to our surprise, he did so without help.

The next morning, I went downstairs, and I was shocked to see my grandfather sitting at the kitchen table, having just finished his breakfast.

I said, Grandpop, how are you doing?

He looked at me and raised his right hand unto the Lord and shouted, Praise God, the Lord healed me! Then he stood up from the table and walked into the living room, just like he always did, and I knew I had seen a living, walking, talking miracle of God.

Later on that morning, my mother received a telephone call from the doctor’s wife and my mother was close enough to me that I could hear in part their conversation. She had asked my mother if her father had passed yet, and my mother told her, Not only did my father not die last night, but the Lord healed him and his kidneys are working great and he is doing wonderful and he has finished his breakfast.

When my mother finished talking to the doctor’s wife, she said to her mother, Mom, the doctor’s wife wants Dad to go immediately to the hospital while his kidneys are working to run tests to know if Dad needs medication to help keep his kidneys working because she said if his kidneys stop working again, they will never again function.

My grandfather said to my mother, Sara, the Lord healed my kidneys last night. I do not see why I should go.

My mother said, I know the Lord healed Dad’s kidneys, Mom, but she wants to take Dad for tests in the hospital, so let us go with Dad to the hospital and show them the healing power of the Lord, and grandmother said, It is not me you have to convince but your father.

When my mother told my grandfather all that his doctor’s wife had said, he refused to go, saying, It is a waste of time. The Lord healed me.

My mother said, Dad, this is the opportunity for you to show the hospital the healing power of God by your kidneys being healed, so let’s go.

I was a little surprised when my grandfather agreed, and later on, they went to the hospital to have the tests done. When my grandfather came back from the hospital that afternoon, his doctor’s appointment was the first appointment on Monday morning when his doctor would have the tests results. Our mother allowed all of us to miss school and go with them to the doctor’s office to hear the results of the hospital tests for our grandfather. When we all arrived at the doctor’s office, we were all instantly escorted into the waiting room to see the doctor.

When the doctor walked into the room, the first thing he said to my grandfather was, What happened to you, Mr. Simonds?

My grandfather raised his right hand and said, Praise God, the Lord healed me, doctor.

The doctor said, "I knew something happened to you because you have made medical history. You are the first person in the history of medicine to have