EPILOGUE
Next Step — If you skimmed the chapters or lost the fire from 1 to 7, no sweat—this is your lifeline. Those head-twisters we kicked off with? Here’s where they settle, carved from the Seals’ roar.
No one made God—She birthed gods we pinned as Her. Man twisted the Bible; She burns uncreated, beyond ink and idols. The Bible’s a map, not a trap—split to breathe love, not choke on rules. The real Bible’s etched in hearts, sifted past men’s scrolls. All faiths graze good, but truth narrows past creeds, wide as heaven allows. From the sun’s rise to its set—a new ‘Job’ shines; the moon renews—another ‘Enoch’ dances with Her.
Death’s no burning hell—a refining wheel spins ‘til love shapes us whole. Satan’s Leviathan—fallen, then sent, God’s rebel turned tool. The mess? Genesis loops ‘cause She permits it—chaos sifts wheat from tares, forging souls. The abyss? A cage trapping stars who missed their rise, twisted by the Trinity’s sham ‘til Leviathan’s gutted—the father of lies and his host snuffed, the loop resets. Nothing new under the sun.
This is my shout—Matthew 10:27’s call. Galileo flipped the sun; these Seals shatter the cage. Abraham to Jesus, one tune rings: Does it breathe love? The Elect gagged on pride—you don’t have to. Life, existence, afterlife unfold on this narrow path few find. Ambitious? Hell yes. Time’s thin. The Kingdom rolls—choose good or bad; life spins again for those who need it.
If all fades, grab this: Love. I could speak tongues of men and angels, pierce the unseen, give everything—without love, it’s noise, nothing, ash. Love’s patient, kind, never bitter or proud. It lifts, gives, roots for truth. It shoulders all, hopes fierce, never quits. Love stands, outlasts, never fails—and that’s the fire that burns forever.
Editor’s Notes
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God as “She”: “She” names the true God—genderless, beyond “He” or “It” (Greek autos flexes either way). “She” births creation, guards Her fold, cuts the lower gods’ squabbles—clarity over confusion.
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Second Resurrection: Rev 20:5-6 splits two risings—first for overcomers, second after another epoch. This age closes, but Satan’s release (Rev 20:7-8) waits—Azazel or another, testing the next wave. Rise now, his grip weakens; falter, the wheel turns again—your fate, your road.
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Humanity’s Destiny: No script’s fixed. You forge your path—divinity’s begotten through fire, not handed out.
END OF SEAL 7
THE END OF 7 SEAL SERIES
1st DRAFT - 1 April 2025