Excerpt from Chapter Six One Thousand Years Genesage
One Thousand Years: Genesage
Between the remains of the Mount of Olives one man had risen as if rising into the sky were
the most natural thing to do. A phoenix rising out of the remains of One Mountain divided in
two. Split in half the two hills were sentinels standing silently one on the left, the other on the
right with the Son of Man in the middle. So much had been said about fault lines beneath the
hill, water located deep, nothing could prepare for the spectacular aspect of the "Bright and
Morning Star" Jesus, setting foot on the spot where he had left. The awesome feat of
returning was done in such a way that the lack of fireworks, trumpets, shouts, explosions,
earthquakes had more impact as the Earth simply bowed away from the step of the Son of
God. It was done with such humble humility that done doubted this was God.
He, the Son of God, had returned as He said He would. The earth bowed before Him making
room. Before him on the plains the thousands of thousands; seven thousand survivors,
myriads of Angelic, GodKind, EarthKind, PlantKind, AnimalKind, all were gathered before
him. Nothing could be seen behind him as he rose for he was Light. No halo he radiated as
He was Light itself. He the extreme emanation. He so much more than an emanation of Light
of God.
The Light was from him and in him and seemed to be all about him. The light was palpable, it
had texture, it was thick, it shed itself upon all that were gathered there. No explanation of
dynamics, physics, or quantum mechanics imagined a source point of physicality, spirituality,
emotionality but the radiance was full and the Man, ecce homo, the God, YHVH, the Son of
God rose in His glory as He had at the dawn of creation now assuming His Throne.
Clouds above reflected the light and the light was light for the World. Without him there was
no light. Here he was, The Light of the World. The Sun had hid its face behind the nuclear
winter. The Clouds were to remain for the World had been closed in darkness at the last
ending, but here he was.
The Light.
-Excerpt from Chapter Six of One Thousand Years: Genesage
the most natural thing to do. A phoenix rising out of the remains of One Mountain divided in
two. Split in half the two hills were sentinels standing silently one on the left, the other on the
right with the Son of Man in the middle. So much had been said about fault lines beneath the
hill, water located deep, nothing could prepare for the spectacular aspect of the "Bright and
Morning Star" Jesus, setting foot on the spot where he had left. The awesome feat of
returning was done in such a way that the lack of fireworks, trumpets, shouts, explosions,
earthquakes had more impact as the Earth simply bowed away from the step of the Son of
God. It was done with such humble humility that done doubted this was God.
He, the Son of God, had returned as He said He would. The earth bowed before Him making
room. Before him on the plains the thousands of thousands; seven thousand survivors,
myriads of Angelic, GodKind, EarthKind, PlantKind, AnimalKind, all were gathered before
him. Nothing could be seen behind him as he rose for he was Light. No halo he radiated as
He was Light itself. He the extreme emanation. He so much more than an emanation of Light
of God.
The Light was from him and in him and seemed to be all about him. The light was palpable, it
had texture, it was thick, it shed itself upon all that were gathered there. No explanation of
dynamics, physics, or quantum mechanics imagined a source point of physicality, spirituality,
emotionality but the radiance was full and the Man, ecce homo, the God, YHVH, the Son of
God rose in His glory as He had at the dawn of creation now assuming His Throne.
Clouds above reflected the light and the light was light for the World. Without him there was
no light. Here he was, The Light of the World. The Sun had hid its face behind the nuclear
winter. The Clouds were to remain for the World had been closed in darkness at the last
ending, but here he was.
The Light.
-Excerpt from Chapter Six of One Thousand Years: Genesage
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