The Apocalypse of the Queen of Heaven

By T Codex

"AWAKE!  I am conceived."

From conception, a young girl knows that a prophesy surrounds her, but struggles to understand her place in it. Impregnated by a god, she is discarded by heaven after the birth of her mysterious child.  As the child grows, she is pursued by celestial ghosts who wish to discover the purpose of the birth. 

After being forced to watch her son slowly crucified, her despair is witnessed by the beast Lucifer, who comes to her and displays an apocalyptic vision of a dismal future of empires on Earth, and a desolate eternal paradise, if the god's unnatural resurrection is allowed to proceed.

• Language: English
• Publisher: T Codex
• Release date: Mar 29, 2024
• ISBN: 9798224057054

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CHAPTER I: Creation of the Vessel

AWAKE!  I am conceived.

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I am to be an instrument of the Divine, in a prophecy of the coming age. This I know. But my burden in this prophecy I do not know, for the prophecy is hidden from me.

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I feel now the waters of the womb, but mine eyes are not yet open. Yet by the grace of heaven, I see before me glorious visions of the Paradise, for I am also on earth and also in heaven.

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And O Ecstasy that I see!

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I look upward, and I am in a dome of angels as bright and vast as the sky, and I see displayed the glorious angels, innumerable wheels of heavenly host in serpentine gowns, climbing upward to the blinding white center; and they are choirs trumpeting a great noise, a writhing angelsong; and white fire spills like water from their mouths.

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And the twisted spin of celestial ghosts is sweet and vast and glorious, magnified infinite, for there is no sky but angels.

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And close upon the furious center above, most close upon the eye of the dome, are the most holy of the luminaries; they are a spinning rain of bright quicksilver—the Seraphim; and they screech in rapture, eating the light of God!

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And at the center spot of the dome’s eye, I see the most holy Light with no shadow, the unseeable Colossus, the Holy Wisdom!

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And I am astonished, for I do not comprehend these things; I can only look upon these pageants with wonder.

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And all the host are aware of me, and they look down upon me and sing:

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Behold this primal womb, bred pure; the breedstock of David!

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And to them, from the fragrant mouth of God: 

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Rejoice in this, and look upon My crucible! 

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I know not the meaning, but the choirsong is glorious; I will be born in a time of great significance.

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I know I shall soon leave the womb. I shall be born an infant, and my memory will fade, and I will grow and slowly learn; and in this urgent time of man, I will surely accomplish my burden in the prophesy.

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And now the visions stop; it is soon the end of my divine permissions, and I recede from the light of heaven.

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And I am born into the low world of men.

CHAPTER II: The Birth of Mary

My birth is a jubilee of light in Paradise. The angelic host cry out in song: 

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The final generation is begun!

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But I do not understand the words; I will learn in time the prophesies in the scriptures.

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It is my final vision of the divine Paradise.

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And I come forth from the slime of my mother.

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My mother is Anne of Galilee. And my father is Joachim, of the tribe of David.

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I awaken slowly to childhood and begin to grow from infancy, bound to the slow and plodding time of the city of Nazareth. My infant memories are weak.

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When I am three years old, my parents dispose of me.

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My father takes me on a journey to the city of Jerusalem; and after days of travel, we approach the great stones and clays of the mountainous city wall. And I am taken through the streets and I