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  I will open my mouth in parables; I will utter things which have been kept secret from the foundation of the world.

  —Matthew 13:35

  Give me a chance, just one chance that I can show you something that the world has never seen, that within these pages is something that you would have never expected. Not only will I show you many things about the ancients, including the angelic past, but indeed I will show you everything—every ancient mystery. I can say this, because I was there…I have been here for a long, long time…

  “Extraordinary claims require extraordinary evidence” —Carl Sagan

  The Book of Daniel

  And the Mystery of the Resurrection Machine

  Day of the Fallen

  Copyright 2019 /Daniel

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  Table of Contents

  GLOSSARY OF TERMS

  INTRODUCTION

  PREFACE

  I. The Genesis of an Angel

  II. The Seedling

  III. Ascending the Portal

  IV. The Sacrifice

  V. Flash Backs

  VI. The Great Wheel of God

  VII. The Chosen Ones

  VIII. Heaven and Earth

  IX. The Sacred Maps

  X. The Master Scrolls

  XI. Day of the Fallen

  XII. Images of Our Enemy

  XIII. The Angelic Evidence

  XIV. The Ancient of Days

  CREDITS

  Astrolabe: an elaborate inclinometer, historically used by astronomers, navigators, and astrologers. Its many uses include locating and predicting the positions of the Sun, Moon, planets, and stars, determining local time given local latitude and vice versa, surveying, and triangulation.

  Atomos: AKA; the God Element, God Particle, angelic-element or Faith-Element. The molecular structure of the higher string or dimension. It is an irradiant of the mind that is presently beyond the measures of modern science. The Atomos stores the God consciousness and can also super-charge the gas-layers of stratosphere which in turn produce a powerful aurora.

  Celestial Equator: a great circle on the imaginary celestial sphere, in the same plane as the Earth’s equator. In other words, it is a projection of the terrestrial equator out into space. As a result of the Earth’s axial tilt, the celestial equator is inclined by 23.4° with respect to the ecliptic plane. In practice it tracks the Earth’s rotation or spin.

  Dark Element: AKA; Satanic-element. That quantum of God Element that changed mental polarity and realization that in turn would destroy the portal and become master of the Earth. It melded into what would become the high-primates and, eventually, cohabitate within the human.

  Ecliptic: great circle on the celestial sphere representing the sun’s apparent path during the year, so called because lunar and solar eclipses can occur only when the moon crosses it. In practice it tracks both the Earth’s tilt and wobble.

  Grid: a circular half, either northern or southern, of the celestial globe. The view of any grid is from either the top or bottom of the celestial globe’s axis. Likewise its outer ring can represent the zodiac upon which the Sun, moon, planets and 12 constellation appear to travel.

  Grid System: AKA; Wisdom Wheel or Firmament. A collection of many grids that are arranged in a logical order so as to track the movement of the Sun, Moon, planets or stars.

  Ions: An atom or a group of atoms that has acquired a net electric charge by gaining or losing one or more electrons, thus forming either positive or negative ions.

  Magnetosphere: A region surrounding a planet, star, or other body, in which the body’s magnetic field traps charged particles and dominates their behavior.

  Tachyonic Particle: A hypothetical particle that always travels faster than light.

  The Ungrund: Or the “Ungrounded” reality. Coined by Jakob Böhme in the early 1600s. In essence the ungrund describes a mental state that existed before the formation of the physical universe. In concept it explains the big-bang theory, showing how all things came from nothing.

  Wisdom Wheel: AKA; the Firmament or Grid System. The advanced, multi-layered grid-system used by the magistrates of several ancient priesthoods by which to write sacred Word. It included a map-layer, a colored aurora-layer, grid-layer and a Word-layer

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  GOSPEL: OF ANCIENT ORIGIN MEANING, GOD-SPELL.

  “And he said: Go thy way Daniel, for the words are closed up and sealed till the time of the end.”

  The ruins of the megaliths and pyramids are but faint reminders from a forgotten age. They are battered remnants now, yet they still allude to something profound, a long lost wisdom of which we know very little. There are few details of who built them or why, but what we do know is that early man witnessed something; they scribed as best they could the lore and images of something miraculous.

  But the ancient past is so often shrouded in mystery; the voices that could tell us everything are long gone. Somewhere along the way something happened—a curse perhaps, some sort of decline. They fell, and with them their world collapsed into darkness. But that was long, long ago…

  Now, everyone loves tales of magic—great mystical stories set within the outer limits of our imagination. But all magic isn’t the same. There was a time when magic was real, and in this case the truth is more fantastic than fiction—to find in the end that what we thought was myth was, in fact, more credible than any movie, or even science could ever explain, -is about to happen.

  Daniel was the last of the illuminated-ones and it was he who kept the ancient secrets. He also wrote the spell that would one day resurrect an ancient bloodline that came from another dimension. Remarkably, his work survived in an unlikely time capsule. It was in plain sight all along, right in front of us the whole time, yet hidden with a most ingenious cloak—a code that was truly unbreakable.

  But even the Bible says that Daniel would one day return and that with him the seals would be opened, and the mysteries which separate us from the past would be revealed. Now, no one ever knows where fate will lead us: the intersection of two worlds, the past and the present, the then and the now. But I can tell you this: something miraculous is coming back and it will change the world forever.

  Not every magician pulls a rabbit out of a hat, but there is one who can open a gateway to another dimension…Make no mistake; the God-Spell Prophet, isn’t coming back. No, he’s already here, and he’s come to finish what he’s begun. Now, we are all under his spell…

  This never-before-seen anomaly occurred in the aurora over Siberia on the night of October 25, 2017, still leaving scientists puzzled…Daniel knew what it was and what it is.

  It’s happening and this magic is real . . .

  O Daniel, whose name was Belteshazzar, master of the magicians, because I know that the spirit of the holy gods is in thee, and no
secret troubles thee, tell me the visions of my dream; the beginning and the end of all things.

  These are the memoirs of a magi-priest: And though he lived long ago, his connection to the past directly affects all of us today. Understanding, it seems, changes things: how we act and perceive the world in which we live. That is the point: that you should finally comprehend the secret that lies beyond the veil of what we presently think and believe.

  There is more than we know, more than most would dare to imagine about the history of our world. Certainly the amount of missing data about ancient cultures, their ideals and knowledge, is incomplete at best. What’s more, there has been a grand miscalculation about their level of intellect. We made the assumption that because early man lacked electronics and computers, somehow they must have been poor scientists as well.

  Yet I will tell you, and you will see, I promise, that we have pitifully underestimated the ancients’ ability to comprehend the world in which we live, to articulate information that modern experts, with all their gadgetry still haven’t rediscovered.

  The famous inventor Nikola Tesla once said,

  “The day science begins to study non-physical phenomena, it will make more progress in one decade than in all the previous centuries of its existence.”

  Indeed there is another form of science, one that we missed entirely, that the ancients didn’t. To say that it was profound in nature would be an understatement. Though the knowledge of this study was eradicated by time and purpose, it stands in scope and magnitude with any of today’s theories on energy transfer or dimensional physics. Far from being a scientific daydream on a chalkboard however, it was fully developed, articulated and employed among those who knew. It doesn’t border on super-science; it is super-science.

  If anything, it seems more akin to magic in that it has and will accomplish things that seem impossible to the rational human mind, something that modern science can never accomplish or even approach. But the fact is, this “magic” is still affecting your life today. It is, without a doubt, the single most powerful manipulation of physics in the universe—more powerful than the atom bomb, yet more unassuming than you would ever expect.

  Fortunately, we now live in the age of information in which our cultures can grasp concepts that even a few decades ago would have been impossible. That is why this wisdom is being released today instead of any other time in human history. Truly the veil that has hidden the “mystery of God” will finally be removed and the words comprehended to their fullest extent. To that end you are lucky.

  But it is more than just learning new information about the past. Now is actually the time to understand—the end times, in which all things will be revealed: the how, the when, and the why. It is not the end of everything, but certainly the end of life as we have thus far known it. Until now the words were sealed and the science was protected.

  You will learn not only of a formerly undisclosed ancient technology but of a well-hidden capacity buried deep within your very being. And with this we can go from where we are to where we were always destined to be. We live in a time of the great transition, an epic in which there is just enough education worldwide to allow this information to be understood.

  Yet education also brings its own assumptions. Therein we often suppose our own superiority based solely upon what we presently know, never believing that there may be more. Worse yet, much of what we believe is based upon what we were told instead of what we have found to be true in ourselves. We seek proof yet fail to realize that our standards were indeed the proof of others, with no more value than our own.

  I have endeavored for the sake of all readers to give them what they desire. There is a story, a true story, and a true science. Both are guaranteed to blow your mind, thus I have given the balance of both. No doubt there is far more science than what is provided, but I suppose this too will be revealed in its totality soon after this book is released. The story in itself however is enough to impress even the unimpressionable. Likewise the intellect of the ancients would have likely left Einstein scratching his head.

  With the information herein I will take you to a place in both faith and science that you have never been. Not only does it reconcile these seemingly polar opposite studies, but also it actually marries them into a cohesive and functioning union as they were always intended to be. It is the unbelievable story of one man’s journey through time and the formerly untold secrets from the ancient past he was given.

  Since the beginning of human civilization until now, there has never been a book written like the one you are getting ready to read. This collection was designed to be pictorially rich. Pictures speak a thousand words, and will help you grasp the science, -the magic, of which I speak. From this point forward, however, you will begin find yourself in another world, the world of an ancient magician. Your life is about to change.

  This information was first revealed in the summer of 1989. Since then the divine path has built and matured my life to the end that you might also understand. I will show you for the first time since the beginning, the real secret of the ancients.

  And the angel that talked with me came again, and waked me, as a man that is wakened out of his sleep. Zechariah 4:1

  As I neared the elderly white-haired and partially bald fellow, I reached out and gently touched his shoulder, speaking only loud enough to gain his attention without frightening him:

  “Can I help you with something, sir?” To which, at a distance of about two feet, he turned, looked me right in the eyes, face beaming with the brightest of light and said,

  “You must be Daniel.”

  The Genesis of an Angel

  The Little Old Man

  It was early morning on July 1, 1989 just after 5a.m. As I leaned against the logs of the cabin, groggily peering into the predawn sky, came a deep sigh of exhaustion. I stared blankly into the heavens, contemplating the day ahead, no doubt in delay to what I knew must come. The dog also resisted the transition from sleep to sober; he too stretched and yawned, then tilted his head, awaiting an explanation for our early rise.

  Yet I knew I must awake. Thus with one last rub of the eyes, we began our hike to the far end of the farm. The trek through the darkened woods resembled a horror movie more than a walk to work. Covered from the waist down by the low fog, my legs felt like rubber. I staggered like the undead from tree to tree, the howl of my invisible hound eerily echoing beneath the mystic mist.

  Groggy or not, however, I was conscious enough to appreciate the incoming clouds. They rolled in like piles of cotton, still plainly visible against the reveals of intermittent moonlight. Good! I thought. They’d make the heat of the coming day a bit more tolerable.

  Within the firmament overhead was a dance of celestial timing. The contrast was spectacular: a full moon descending in the west behind the incoming puffs of white strata, while the opposite horizon, still clear, showed hints of sunrise just beneath the morning star. But even in the low light and half-asleep, the scene that mother-nature displayed was beautiful.

  The corn was getting taller and this would be our last chance to fertilize the fields: “knee-high by the fourth of July” as we used to say. I sighed upon viewing the wagons, their frames sagging from the countless bags of ammonia nitrate. No doubt they were a testament to the lifting I’d endure that day and the next, and I was only too familiar with the back-breaking chore.

  Regardless of this, the rural lifestyle was a labor of love. I enjoyed the freedom and solitude of the farm, escaping the noise of humanity and, of course the fresh air. Likewise, the backdrop of the hills and hollows added to the serenity. The view was magnificent and allowed me to collect my thoughts in a way that was otherwise impossible. And though our farm would never make one rich in dollars, the true wealth it brought in heart was immeasurable.

  This day, however, the smell was a different matter. The strong scent of ammonia was something to which you never really became accustomed and the air reeked with its vapors. Upon pouring
the first bag into the hopper, I bolted from the toxic odor, accomplishing in an instant what a pot of coffee hadn’t for an hour before.

  But as I turned to catch my breath, the shadow of a large bird flying just overhead caught my eye. It interrupted, even in the low light, the lunar rays that now showed through a hole in the clouds. An owl perhaps, but as I peered upward the portal gravitated my attention. It had a grandiose, almost supernatural appearance and I marveled as its bluish-white streaks irradiated the ground below. Like powdered sugar, it softly decorated the landscape with an almost surreal glistening.

  I pondered its design as if I’d seen this visage before. It was somewhat familiar, peaceful, but powerful-looking. The audio was perfect as well—the wind mystifying the picture as if the universe was telling its secrets through the word of the whispering pines. I couldn’t help but wonder if such things had a deeper meaning and how profound a mere image could be. Oddly I felt a brief kinship to what I saw, as my imagination wandered into some long-forgotten bond.

  Within a few moments, however, reality brought me back. The clouds thickened until the visage was gone and so my work began. It was two full days before I finished the task, during which time I thought about everything from hunting deer to paying bills. One loses oneself when riding the endless rows of maize for hours at a time. Labor? Yes, but as well a time when every farmer can contemplate his world, his life and his family.

  I also pondered the most bizarre dream of the past three nights. It was of a great white serpent, indeed the greatest serpent that has ever been. Before I continue, you must know that I truly hated snakes. We used to kill the poisonous ones regularly on the farm and were all too glad to do so. To me however, all snakes were creepy. I didn’t like the surprise of finding them in the garden nor their slithery nature, which reminded me a bit too much of a politician.