The Book of Daniel and the Mystery of the Resurrection Machine

by Holloway, Daniel;

  The magi were not known for partaking in human warfare. No-doubt however we would have been better strategists than our human counterparts, the kings, had we so chosen. Actually, that’s not entirely true: We were in fact the most devious and calculating of all warriors. The difference of course is that the battles we fought were for the angelic soul, which itself had been blinded from its own self-knowledge. We fought to outwit and defeat the evil one, the satanic-mind that is transposed across your own vision. Our weapons of course were faith, the magic of the Word, and your mouth.

  In context, our main control of the kings was by simply inflating their ego. Through the insinuation that they themselves were “divinely mandated,” we thus became entrusted advisors in nearly every facet of the kings’ lives. It was safer this way too as the kings were often killed in their countless conflicts, while the magi, seemingly harmless gurus of a non-violent nature, were seldom viewed as a threat and thus survived. Indeed, before the age of Pisces our wisdom was respected by all—only to be hated thereafter.

  It was in fact our shadow governments that avoided most ancient conflicts. Unknown to the kings, we sent messengers back and forth between the priesthoods; we communicated and devised in secret, a joint-plan of advice to both kings that often prevented war. The kings were unaware of our scheming, but that’s a good thing.

  Yet occasionally war was unavoidable. It was during those times that the kings would rush off to kill the “hated enemy” with or without our advice. As for the magi, we only cared to minimize the damage to our brethren’s temples regardless of the country in which we presided. Ultimately, we all had the same goal of escaping the human condition entirely.

  Israel, however, eventually became a protectorate of Rome under Herod. It was during this time that I found relative stability by which to expand the Temple in Jerusalem. By then, however, the tides were turning against the magi and with it came a growing resentment from those in power. I knew full well that the Romans wouldn’t tolerate my existence had they known. Thus I worked behind the scenes as a ghost, manipulating the cogs of the Jewish religious circles to my advantage.

  By using the diminished-priests of the Jewish priesthood as a front, I stayed out of sight and, thus, out of view of the Romans. That said, the priests used my wisdom only to the ends of getting a Temple design that they were otherwise incapable of accomplishing themselves. They were in it for greed and power, but I for creating a structure through which to employ the Word through the multitudes. So you can see how we used one another.

  That said, the Roman occupation allowed for better social structure amongst the Israelites and thus more Jewish adherents (more speaking mouths) by which to project the Word into space. Farms and towns became safer, which meant larger crops and even more people. These in turn flocked to Jerusalem to see the grandeur of the Temple and in turn became devout voice boxes of the Word.

  Eventually, however, the thoughtless actions and ego of the Jewish people and priests would assure their own demise. It wasn’t long before the priests became possessive of their traditions. Increasingly I was viewed contemptuously: “That wizard with the weird eyes,” as they liked to say—themselves arrogant in who they perceived themselves to be.

  As a result, I finally left. It was safer that way and assured I could continue to write scriptures elsewhere while in seclusion. You can bet, however, that I took the Wisdom Wheel and my trusted magic-wand with me! That and I always had one more trick up my sleeve by which to win the game of portal reconnection.

  Like all humans, the Jews were their own worst enemy. Their ingratitude for the peace and relative safety that the Romans brought, escalated into several rebellions that ultimately destroyed both themselves and my Temple, and led to the exile of the Jews and Judaism itself from the land of Israel. Good job! All that work brought to naught because of human ego.

  Fate and faith are funny things though, for while the Jewish priests were largely killed or exiled, humbled at best, during the Jewish revolutions, the way was now open for something new. The timing was impeccable, for in the decades just before the destruction of Judaism, the Wisdom Wheel had written the long-awaited extension of the older works. It had miraculously produced a divine solution by which I could now continue to distribute the magic Word.

  Even though this New Testament was encoded the same as the others, they thus gave a new chapter in the outer religious doctrine of the older Jewish scriptures. In so doing, I was able to set the stage for the single largest religious gathering of all time: the Christian religion that today contains over two billion speaking mouths. Thus I again gathered the mouths of humanity

  By about 95AD things had calmed somewhat. As it was safe, I sortied to Jerusalem, armed with these new scrolls. There I conveniently distributed the “lost and found” of the Word of God as I went. I found helpers for this task as well—a few former rabbis, who, with no job, again became useful. With their “normal” appearance, I employed them and they too were gladly employed to spread and teach the new Christian doctrine.

  Ironically, these scriptures were doomed to failure in the former Jewish culture of Israel that existed before the war. Now, however, Judaism was destroyed and thus the New Testament was received with open arms by a needy and unguided population. Christianity began slowly of course, also persecuted by the Romans, but to a far lesser degree than that of Judaism. Over time we infiltrated, via the message of hope and resurrection, not only much of Israel’s population, but practically every Roman state in existence, thus setting the stage for what came next.

  And while I could always cover the shape of my head with a hood, my eyes were always a problem; the glow that once commanded such awe from early humans increasingly made them suspicious and untrusting. This was directly due to the diminishing within them and, to a degree, within myself. My power of presence, though still intimidating, was nowhere near what it once had been. I experimented with darkened glasses to cover their glow, but even then, the truth was always evident, always face to face. People could always tell that I was different even by the way I spoke.

  Things were changing rapidly. The more the God-Element became dormant in humans, the more the dark-element became overtly hateful toward my existence. More times than not, people saw me as a threat. The dark element had always been stronger in the humans, but was now overpowering. What had once been a lopsided spiritual tug-of-war within them, was now a spiritual-route in which people became increasingly vile in their minds.

  Even I struggled with the diminishing at times, feeling the tug of doubt and disbelief within my own mind. I began to dream at night, often tormented with visions and temptations that I’d never had before. However, those images, those lies, could not overpower as I was still far too strong in Element, but the evil one certainly did try.

  Accordingly, the wisdom schools found it increasingly tougher to find intellect. The angelic genius became ever more dormant, and with it, fewer potential candidates from which to choose. One such student from Greece was Pythagoras. This of course is the famous philosopher who is credited with great advances in both music and mathematics, including the well-known Pythagorean Theorem.

  The fact is however that Pythagoras inherited 100 percent of his “theories” from the Egyptian magi, including the concept that each of the seven celestial spheres emitted its own sound and frequency. I had used this truism as well in the development of the Wisdom Wheel; the gravitational influence of the sun, the moon, Mercury, Venus, Mars, Jupiter, and Saturn calculated within the words of the scriptures.

  A sphere’s orbital location acted much like the frets of a musical staff upon which their harmonics and relative gravitational values were harvested and then injected into the matrix of the Word itself. Just as a guitar produces many different notes that combine to make a singular song, so too do the relative positions of the aforementioned bodies produce a unified effect in Word production. Thus when their timing and interaction were converted to letters, the resulting Word reflected a
perfect celestial note that would impact the Earth’s alignment accordingly. Think of it like this: when you speak our sacred scriptures, you are literally singing the actual planetary vibrations that we integrated within them. It was simple math—for us at least.

  Understanding the notes of the heavens: The gravitational-pull and frequencies of the sun, moon and planets were used to calculate the Word solutions of the Bible. The Wisdom Wheel actually compensated for the direction and magnitude of each sphere’s pull within the sentence structure of the verses. The end-product that you spoke had to be perfect—and it is.

  The lesser Pythagoras gladly took credit, however, impressing the Greeks with his musical and mathematical knowledge in an effort to bring healing for the body. This of course was a total misuse of the angelic wisdom. To us, healing the human body is a moot point, a temporary fix to a temporary container, and likewise distracts us from the real point of our eternal self. I understand the human desire to live comfortably, of course, but the magi held themselves to a higher standard and application of the angelic arts. Rather than enjoying pleasures on Earth for a season, we instead chose the work of God set before us.

  That said, music was very important to the magi and I personally fancied its usage. The stringed instruments of our temples were in fact developed according to the lunar, solar, or planetary reverberations that they were intended to mimic. Much of our music and psalms were admittedly bland and devoid of harmony, yet they none the less always served the mechanical purpose of correcting the earth’s magnetic properties.

  Likewise, the participation of our congregations in singing was limited by their inability to carry notes, hence the priests would typically sing the psalms for them, thus instilling those grid notes within their subconscious. These in turn were verbally and mentally projected into space with an agreeable “amen” from the worshipers. It was like hitting the send button on an email that then relays all the information and intent that is contained therein. Meanwhile, flat amplitudes such as the Lord’s Prayer could be verbalized en masse and were equally effective in function.

  Lucky for us all, these “resurrection” scriptures would eventually span the modern world in the form of the Catholic and Protestant religions, thus assuring the verbalization of the Word over the next 2000 years. Though I’m often critical of modern religious institutions, I must give credit where due: There are many religious leaders and adherents who are well intentioned. More so, without the massive “word power” of the world’s big-four religions, the day of resurrection would not be possible. Knowingly or not, they have all contributed greatly to the expression of the séances of the magi. They all heard, read, and repeated well.

  Resurrection and/or rebirth is a common theme even in the outward doctrine of the religions we created. Though it is most obviously portrayed in Christian doctrine, it is absolutely part of Judaism, Hinduism, Islam, ancient Egyptian, and even ancient Greek and Babylonian schemes. Again, the magi designed those belief systems; so the connecting thread is there regardless of the outer or literal facades.

  However, a major realignment of our comprehension is both unavoidable and knocking on our door: Religion without the leadership of the wise is like having sheep without a shepherd. Yet once the spirit of wisdom returns, the leadership will come from within, not without. We will understand that we are not on separate teams and that one religion is not preferred by God above the others. There is one end-goal and it is the same for all.

  Don’t misunderstand; as long as we are human, religious divisions, corruption, and wars will exist. In fact, not until the new mind comes will strife end, but when it does, we won’t be human any longer either. So, as we have borne the image of the earthly, so too shall we bear the image of the heavenly. With it comes the new mind. For right now, however, our focus should be on accomplishing what we can, that is, speaking sacred Word to the end of reopening the portal.

  As you see, the allegories of the ancient scriptures were engineered to hide their true content. It was this literary camouflage that kept our secret safe until today. For generations we gave humanity what they could handle, what they could understand, but now the entirety of our code and its purpose is to be revealed.

  It is said that numbers don’t lie but liars use numbers. This is true, of course, at least to a degree. But rather we allowed humanity to lie to itself, to see only that which it could see via its own amnesia and lust for the outer world. And to our own end, humanity, in its sleep-state, unknowingly labored for the goal of the angels. It spoke the magic spell we created, the séance of God. In so doing, the Word will bring the awakening of the sons of God from within the human creature.

  That said, the clues are there to see: the pyramids, the Nazca lines, the symbolism of the Templars and others. We left evidence for you in the hopes it would survive the age of intolerance and ignorance, a time that we knew must come before the day of resurrection. In the end these accounts would be testaments, witnesses that you could one day understand as the Atomos awakens within.

  When you bought or borrowed this book, you likely didn’t do so for the sake of a college course or documentary. Thus I have limited the content of this writing to only the introductory levels of the angelic-science that can be understood through the images we created. Enjoy then, what I have been allowed to share: the lesson that there is more than humanity would have ever expected and that, maybe, just maybe, there is a new understanding upon the horizons of your mind.

  These revelations were given to me and now they are my gift to the world. Though the luminaries were charged with protecting this message until the day of resurrection, the onus of interpretation, that is, decoding, is now entrusted to only the true magi priests. It was we who built the megaliths to remind you; it was we who wrote the ancient scriptures. It is I who will loose the seals of those secrets that you may know the truth.

  “For as an excellent spirit, and knowledge, and understanding, interpreting of dreams, and shewing of hard sentences, and dissolving of doubts, were found in Daniel, whom the king named Belteshazzar: now let Daniel be called, and he will show the interpretation.” Daniel 5:12

  “Knowing this first, that no prophecy of the scripture is of any private interpretation” 2 Peter 1:20

  I stand before you, called of God…

  The Ancient of Days

  Building a house is both a creation and an evolutionary process. The finished product doesn’t happen overnight; it takes time—months and sometimes even years to complete. Likewise along the way, day to day, a builder will experience many sub-chapters in their work of which people living there many years later will never remember nor be aware. None the less, in the end, we don’t call a house a “work of evolution” but a “creation”. In finality we say; “This house was built in 2019.” Indeed, we do not experience it in its past or creative timeline but presently.

  Likewise building the human creature was the same way. It happened as fast as possible, but still very slowly over the ages. We were in fact, the solution to the equation you are today. We saw, we gave of ourselves and it was so. The timing mattered not. How long it took to accomplish was irrelevant, but this is how we created, with our minds.

  Along the way there were many bumps in the road. It was by no means simple, clear cut, or without failures. There were many subspecies that preceded who you find yourself to be. Yet in the end, here we are: the final-tally of a blending of two dimensions. That said, how many of you remember the transition from the lesser life forms from which you came, to that which you find yourself now?

  In this case however, you are very lucky. We gave you the history of your making, of your evolution, of your creation. The code, rather the facts beneath the code, give us the lost timeline of human construction. By them we can place the age of the fall, the melding, the magi and thus the angelic journey through the ages. These eras and epics are confirmed via archaeology, anthropology, paleontology and even geology. Indeed the ancient polar-shifts, many of which are tracked
within the scriptures, have been confirmed separately via the magnetic patterns locked within rock formations, thus providing the timeline in which they occurred.

  There is also the issue of my story, my memory. Do I actually remember everything from that long ago? No, of course not, at least not directly. I do see images, but at some point it is impossible to date them. Whether they be 10,000 or perhaps 40,000 years ago I couldn’t say.

  Other times however, the images are strong; I not only see them, but feel them as well. It would be moot, however, to try to place myself in history, as perhaps I was never there at all. Mental images are that way; they are undated pictures from the past no different from flickers from your childhood. You may understand a general timeline in which a memory occurred but seldom an exact date.

  Something, somehow, however, has revived this information in my vision. I don’t know how or why it happened, but the evidence, especially that of the Grid System is real and undeniable. Admittedly I too would judge someone as a bit “touched” had I heard the same claims without such evidence. What I can say for sure is that my knowing is somehow linked to that little old man.

  As stated before, sometimes I see no images at all, yet instinctively know just the same. One can’t prove an instinct nor that it is correct, but I feel it within, an energy in every fiber of my being. I know the truth when I see it; I feel its inspiration. Perhaps maybe you can either confirm or disprove my claims. I must afford you that freedom, to believe or not to believe what I say. Look into it yourself. Don’t take my word. Heck, don’t take anyone’s word. Seek and find the truth, whatever it may be…