Treatise and Testimony

Part I

Perspective

The time is the night of December 31, 1991. Twilight has come. The stars have appeared. I look back into perhaps 20,000 years of recorded history, back unto the seed of Adam. I feel reverent and think of the changes brought about by the presence of the Holy Spirit. I think about the ancient Sun Kingdoms, and their theology that: "Now is a continuous, eternal moment." The host of heavenly influence has brought new understanding to the mold of mankind, and the world.

The observations I have installed in this later section entitled Treatise and Testimony, are my own. The treatise and testimony section is offset to purposely avoid interference with the calendar mathematics explained in the first portion of Calendars of Creation. I have striven to surgically excise calendar information from various Biblical accounts. Of course, this written work should not be construed as any Biblical substitute, nor even used conjunctively with the proper Biblical narration without due concern that all information is taken out of context. In the fashion of cultural anthropology, applications of calendar mechanics connote Biblical implications required to extrapolate a more detailed viewpoint of very early civilizations. The tremendous expanse of time involved designates the Bible as primary contributor to this work. Personal examples cited portray significant turning points that compelled me to probe deeply into calendar research and analysis. Spiritual influences that combine emotional status, direct intention, and dream comprehension are intangible human traits that have fostered abstract speculation about the nature and use of time. I respond to questions of how and why I chose to pursue near academic levels of calendar science and esoteric study. Multiple observations serve to inspire accurate descriptions and aid recognition. I indeed have outlined my personal experiences, dream involvement, and associations with the supernatural in order to objectively select the most directly related situations I have encountered.

In our modern world, there are two schools of thought concerning the origin of mankind. A sometimes heated debate exists between notions of creationsism , and evolutionism . I believe the Holy Spirit of God comes to where and when it is needed. People who consider themselves creationists subscribe to the ideology of Adam and Eve as the first male and female pair. Adam and Eve were the ancestors for the rest of the human race. I offer creationists, a view of knowledge of lunar/solar calendar systems, and direct their attention toward other works of Genesis. In contrast, evolutionists have the opinion that mankind descended from other forms of life. To those people adhering to evolutionism, I also offer the book of Genesis, and the fact that it contains the oldest written information known to mankind. The manuscript records of ancient people are the best vestige foot prints that we have today. The tabulation in Genesis was written from a perspective that we can only wish to completely understand. This information was serious knowledge. The ancients wrote Genesis and the genealogy of Adam for a reason.

Almost eight thousand years and ten Generation Cycles of 800 years passed from Adam to the Great Flood of Noah. On a single page of the Bible is encapsulated what God and time once meant to people. Imagine the births, deaths, wars, floods, famines, and hopes for a better future that have passed. A calendar system that accurately extends time in a floating chronology, over days and years, is but a fragment of time that actually passed. Like tree ring dating methods, this piece of time would require many, many thousands of years to develop. A lunar/solar calendar came about from observation of the sun, moon, and stars. Religion was the framework wherein daily operations of the heavens were observed and written. People of that primitive era had to be accurate, specific, and have a language highly adapted to counting days and years. Expression of the heavenly, celestial motion day after day, year after year, was passed down from one generation to the next. To miss a single day due to inclement weather, or for any unexpected reason, would spell catastrophe to a calendar system so precise and definite as the genealogy of Adam recounts. Knowledge of lunar/solar time reckoning was gathered over eons too immeasurable to record.

In addition, the ancient people had a religion and a God that reigned supreme enough to monitor and bind a society together. Written miracles of the Old Testament include stories of Noah, Abraham, Joshua, Moses, and many others. Kings and their descendants are mentioned throughout the Pentateuch, or Torah. Remote prehistorical culture was far more specialized and evolved than most scholars grasp. Modern science and technology compares to measured differences between lunar and solar calendar years, the Biblical version of paradise, and early opinions about God. God still dispenses the purest reasons for humanity, enduring all history. Science must be directed for right and good purposes if we are to control the infinite future. The tasks of mankind must be delivered with forethought and positive intention.

I do not answer either theory of creationism or evolutionism; rather let the Holy Spirit come between them. To say that mankind originated from extraterrestrial life is the easy way out. Let He that has no name be the eternal God, without beginning or end. To those without God in their lives, my work will stand as religious and a beacon for them to follow. To those with God already in their lives let their faith be magnified in the glory of God. Everyone is concerned with the domain of time.

Early Research and the Supernatural

I write now the following testimony. As a youngster, I had always dreamed the future. I have seen that which shall be for me. I cannot change what shall happen, for I seldom know when exactly, or where the scene shall come to pass. I simply see a picture in my sleep, and at some time undetermined, later it shall be so. I do not know all the future, nor can I voluntarily and consciously make myself see the future. Suddenly when the future happens as I had seen it before, I am left to remember that I saw it that way. Practice and knowledge of feeling has improved my sense of accelerated futures, as I call them. Sometimes I see, and I can estimate if the glimpse I have seen will be that day, or within a few days, or within a few weeks. This phenomenon is an extension of the deja-vu kind. Ordinary science could not answer my questions about time. Ordinary religion could not answer my questions either. I was fascinated with time. Time became an obsession. I had to seek answers elsewhere. I wanted to know where it came from, how it was measured, and what the results of time with society were. I began my involvement with the occult in college. I was introduced to the tarot card deck. The so called ability to foretell the future intrigued me. I was trying to understand my existence, and also became interested in the works of Jesus Christ. I wanted more spiritual information, and neither could I openly accept miracles done by Jesus Christ. Although I was a confirmed Lutheran, as a young man I never fully accepted supernatural acts of God. After college, I went to Phoenix, Arizona and became involved with metaphysical interests. While in Phoenix, the local folklore regarding Native American culture prompted me to visit museums and ruin sites. History began to interest me, and I read about the ancient Sun Kingdoms of Central and Southern America.

I noticed parallels between stepped pyramids of the Yucatan Peninsula and early stepped pyramids of Egypt. The stepped pyramids of Egypt predated the later sloped pyramids, with which most people are familiar. The famous Great Pyramid of Cheops is the most prominent example of the sloped pyramid. Traces of stepped pyramids and sloped pyramids abound in Egypt. Ceremonial practices of the ancient kings and other treatments of the religion were beginning to connect for me. Stelae, or standings stones, as some Bibles call them, held critical information about the people of the Middle East and Middle Americas.

I started linking 19 and 20 year cycles of lunar/solar time reckoning and the calendars of the Sun Kingdoms. Definite calendar agreements had attracted my intuition. Previously, I had not studied any of the mechanics of the Jewish Calendar. At that time I knew very little about Judaism, or its associated calendar. I had only read that it was extremely old. I wanted to see if there were relationships between the Jewish Calendar and those of the Americas.

I was working with occurrences some 7,000 years in the past. My ordinary world came to an end when an entrance to the pure supernatural happened. My God blew a hole through time, and I have since walked with Him. On September 27, 1981, I entered a bookstore in Phoenix, Arizona, with the clear and definite intention of researching the origins of the Jewish Calendar. Several books on a shelf dealt with Judaism. I randomly selected one entitled Judaism, with a pink paper cover, and turned directly to the index . Running my right forefinger down the index list, I stopped at the entry: "calendar - p. 97". I leafed back to what should have been page 97. There was a page 96, and it ended normally. The next page was completely blank. There was a page 98 and it commenced normally.

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At that moment, a sudden and great wave of fear passed through me. My heart sank to the pit of my stomach, and I felt nauseated. I exclaimed aloud, "No! What? It can't be!" Frantically, I turned to the front of the book. I flipped through the pages, looking for evidence of a misprint. There were no torn pages, no other blank pages, nor binding errors of any kind. I turned the pages one by one from cover to cover. The book was otherwise perfectly and totally intact. I was stunned. My mind boggled. Fear became anxiety. Mumbling something about a misprint, I showed the blank page to the checkout girl. I gave her the book, and promptly left the store. Time had changed reality, even to distort it. I personally witnessed an unexplainable, mysterious result caused by my intentions. Until then calendar methods were a special field of interest that were isolated from intangible faith. The calendar is the potent avenue through which all, "signs and wonders" are feasible.

Mere words cannot express what went through my mind then. A mixture of anxiety and starving curiosity would be my fate for the next several years. The abnormal incident at the bookstore had caused a major upheaval of my religious faith, and my way of thinking toward all of time research. This situation was novel to the area of calendar science. As far as I knew then,and understand now, no one had ever attempted to connect the Jewish Calendar to the ancient Sun Kingdoms' Calendars. Nor had any formal work been accomplished that ultimately focused with the Egyptian Calendar. I had broken new ground, and found myself groping for some sort of concrete ideology that explained time. I knew I had discovered the joints, or seams, that bridge time patterns together. In these gaps of one day being decided from the next, or one year being decided from the next, or one calendar system being decided from the next, the supernatural, heavenly realm is brought into everyday reality. The continuum of time is discontinuous by virtue of calendar changes. Had the anomalous situation been typical regarding that particular book, that is to say, opening a book to read someone else's explanations about early calendar patterns and shared characteristics; I would have blindly skipped over the bookstore incident. I would not have pursued my later cross-examinations. I may have become a somewhat dubious believer of many Biblical stories. Looking back, an alternative future had been chosen especially for me by a higher authority than myself. I had instead become the object of immaterial experimentation. I found myself absorbed into the main dynamics of an elastic realm called time. I knew the path of my immortal soul had been irrevocably altered. In this unique way, God had revealed His presence to me. A personal covenant had been established. I started thoroughly studying the early Biblical history. I concentrated my efforts on numerics of the genealogy of Adam, and in particular the patriarch known as Enoch. The God of the Hebrews, had led me to know Him.

I decided to consult with a Rabbi. I called a local synagogue to learn more about Old Testament calendars. The voice answering invited me to come down and talk. I had never been to a synagogue, however I felt driven to share my thoughts and experiences with an authority on the Old Testament. I stepped into a large lobby at the synagogue. On my left and adjacent to a long hallway was a table covered with holocaust memorabilia. Walking into the hallway, I stopped and stared at the only authentic Nazi swastika arm band I had ever actually seen. I stared at the tattered edges of the arm band, while my recollections summoned up old World War II movies, and ideas of American liberation. I gazed attentively at medals, a book opened to concentration camps, and genuine yellowed photographs of loved ones. Despair was on their faces. Barbed wire fences, trains, and those in typical black and white striped prisoner garb were pictured. My curiosity and enthusiasm were thawed by a rather dull, pall of gloom. I shook my head in disbelief. Automatically, my feet were moving down the hall. Across the floor alone, those few footsteps sounded like drums. I stopped in midstride, when a large banner caught my eyes. "We will never forget", it declared in white letters on a lavender tapestry. Feelings of fear and anxiety came rushing back. "Whoa! You're messing with their religion. - They died for that stuff!", raced in my head. "What are you doing here?", was my next thought. That sign had stopped me dead in my tracks. Several months had past since the bookstore event, and I had confirmed the use of the 19 year lunar/solar cycle in Judaism, with other calendar systems. I was grappling with myself in a dilemma. I knew what I could tell the Rabbi, and wanted to, may very easily be misunderstood. I had been trained in the technical sciences with a background in mathematics. Things learned in school as solid fact and truth had been absolutely shattered. I was a non-Jewish believer, whom had been weaned on Christianity. I was crossing that border into Old Testament theology, not through standard religious channels mind you, but by doing calendar research. While my faith was scripture grounded, my views began to tilt from the typical. "What business do I have here?" I checked my reasons. I looked both directions down the hall, and heard voices coming from the other end. Little did I know then what I had tapped into.

I visited the synagogue library, and was told the Talmud was very complex. I gave the librarian the name Enoch, and he told me he would look it up. Later that day, he phoned me at home and in an excited voice, he exclaimed: "He's wicked and evil!" I calmly replied: "There's bound to be some of that," and thanked him. Following casual calendar interests had unknowingly submerged me far more deeply into serious theology than I had ever suspected. My ingrained convictions were inadvertently flourishing to better equip me for the internal struggles that lay ahead. I felt I should not return to the same synagogue, to avoid making a scene. I desired to go deeper into ancient Hebrew theology, and visited the university library in Tucson to study the Encyclopedia Judaica and other Jewish materials. There I found references to all three works of Enoch, and the use of the 364 day calendar year. Seventh patriarch from Adam, the books of Enoch I, II, and III are discussed earlier. Through tenacious effort, I acquired copies of all three books, and compared them to one another.

In another situation, I again encountered a spiritual, supernatural experience. On a short vacation to California, something strange happened. I and my traveling companion had stopped at a motel for the night. I had been thinking about the Sun Kingdoms' Calendars, and she knew of my interests. While we were getting out of the car, I nonchalantly said: "Lets play a little game. Let's try to guess the room number." Thinking of the 260 day sacred year, I jokingly said "I'll take the number 260." Knowing the year pattern of the 260 day sacred year, plus 105 days, and thinking along the same lines as I, she said: "And I'll pick 105." Together, we walked away from the car, across the parking lot, and into the motel office. There were two men inside. One was standing behind the counter in front of a pigeonhole lattice where the room keys were kept in marked locations. The other man was standing across the counter, checking into the motel. We had not met, nor ever spoken to either man before. I stood patiently behind the man in front of the counter while the clerk reached for the customer's room key. The clerk handed the man key number 105. She and I looked at each other baffled. That customer then exited the motel office. The clerk caught my attention, and reaching for another key, he quickly asked, "Need a room?" I nodded yes, still reeling from what had just happened. He pulled out the key from the wooden pigeonhole, and laid key number 260 on the counter. I tried to control my expression while I finished registering with the clerk. She and I left the motel office bewildered. The concussion of heaven as I call it; is awesome. I solidly knew that this encounter was more than a coincidence.

Another unusual experience was linked to depression. My sadness over a broken relationship had been very great. She and I had wanted a little girl, and chose a rather uncommon name in hopes of having one. As a couple, we were disappointed not to have a child. Our grief was demonstrated when the breakup came. My heart was broken and I was in emotional despair. Within about five weeks following the breakup, I had the opportunity to meet three women, all of whom were attractive, single, and had young daughters by the same uncommon name. My emotional state was delivered through time, to the spiritual realm. The pull came about and returned to the unseen spirits of the women. Knowledge of the calendar and time had given my hopes and prayers that were once joined, to those of another person, an increase in speed, direction, and purpose. The induced emotional trauma of my desires had accelerated the goals of my spirit. Praiseworthy is the enhanced efficiency obtained that was an improvement over similar prayers absent of the calendar involvement. The calendar and time served to effectively "grease the skids."

Deep anxiety and emotional disturbances in my personal life also played a role in my research. To my knowledge, no one has ever studied time in quite the way I have. My results have been astounding. I had become a power hunter. Living forever means worshipping an eternal God. If I have not broadened the conceptions of ordinary science and religion with the reader by now, I hope my further testimony and witness certainly will.

By midsummer of 1982, I felt God wanted me to deliver His message to the people of the world. In the manner of the clergy, I felt I had been called. I thought myself inadequate to convey such an enormous moral obligation. I felt humble in the eyes of the Lord. I knew time was the ultimate force of power. If mankind could learn to harness time, we could have the destiny of humanity at our fingertips. I knew past recollections and future plans could be instantly altered at the continuous moment of now.

Prophetic Visions

I had a dream in which a spirit in white put a white golf ball on a tee. I then dreamed I was driving my car, and this being swung and struck the ball. I then saw the ball slice, curving toward the car. I dreamed the ball was coming directly toward me, and at the last moment before impact, I ducked to the right. The ball smashed a hole in the windshield on the driver's side of the car and the dream ended. The dream was practically forgotten by late afternoon. I pulled my car into the parking lot at the college where I attended classes. I parked without thinking about the dream at all. I turned the motor off, looked up, and directly in front of me was another car with a golf ball size hole in the windshield. The hole matched the shape and size of what I had seen in the dream the night before. "Oooh!", I said, and softly: "There's my hole in the windshield." Quite peculiar was that the hole was on the opposite, passenger side of the car in front of me, whereas I had been the driver in the dream the night before. I was searching for the spiritual answers to where all this would lead. This aberration of my future trek reflected a more distant scenario. A partial commitment was not sturdy enough to prepare me for the practice of divination. Swept into the mainstream calendars, I was negligent toward minute traces of disbelief. Although faint, learned doubts and excessive inquiries can only be obliterated completely through asking total redemption and forgiveness. Failures in our faith are dangerous. True mental precognition, or forecast prophecy, into future time layers demands an unwavering purity. I had not sanctified my faith in the Lord enough to accommodate the gift of total fulfillment by the Holy Spirit.

The next pioneering experience was related to my unprepared, personal life, and happened on March 23, 1982, near the date of the spring equinox. About one hour after awakening I began to notice a small hole in my vision. The hole was actually a blind spot, or an absence of visual information without physical pain. As the day progressed, the hole gradually enlarged. By mid-afternoon, the entire right side of my vision was blinded. Normal vision was on the left, and as if my sight were cut by a knife, I was blind on the right. There was never any associated physical pain, although my distress over this visual disturbance was great. I saw different types of doctors, including those that specialize in visual disorders of this nature. Medicine is sometimes an inexact science whereby doctors cannot eliminate the problem. My disorder had rarely been seen. I did learn it was linked to severe emotional stress. I tell this portion of my life not as confession of impiety, rather to underscore the anxiety I felt regarding my interests in time and the supernatural. I had not conceptualized that the calendar numbers, the mechanics, were actually bending the overall path of my life. The integrity of my research was deeply affecting my everyday world.

Six months later, on September 23, 1982, or near the fall equinox, again I dreamed. I felt I was penetrating the distant future with what I mentally pictured. I vividly remember the dream to this day. There was a sea of darkness all about me. Coming into view, I saw a pink colored ring. The ring lay flat, horizontally spinning without direction. The ring was in of front me, and below me at a four o'clock position. I watched and it began to draw closer. While spinning, the ring moved closer, and began to change color. The ring was lifting up, rolling toward vertical to be parallel with a line of sight, and still to the right. The ring darkened from pink to crimson red. The ring was becoming larger. The ring rolled to standing upright vertically on edge and parallel within the line of sight. The ring had moved level with me to my right. The position of the crimson red ring had changed ninety degrees from lying horizontally flat, ahead and below me, to vertically upright, and level with me on the right.

Rings Vision

At that instant, I suddenly perceived an attractive blonde haired lady. Visions of the ring and face faded interchangeably with each other two or three times. I felt deep desire for her, and knew that we were close. I awoke alarmed in a cold sweat. I did not know consciously who she was. I met the lady about two months later. In talking to her I found out her husband had gotten interested in prophecy, and in particular, foretelling the future. I asked her if she was religious. She said she believed in God. She told me her husband was seeing a different woman, and that woman had told him they knew each other in a before time. I replied I was very involved with time. I sensed she was extremely saddened by his actions. I could not tell her all of what I had seen in the dream, only bits and pieces. She had no way to understand the gravity of the forces that I was dealing with. I had seen her through his eyes, felt his emotions for her, and knew what he knew. I felt it was my obligation to teach her about the true Holy Spirit, and how it works with love. I felt deep and abiding affection for them as a married couple, and could not come between them. With what I had told her, she returned to her husband with new understanding. I had indeed seen more than the future, perhaps two years distant, with remarkable precision and clarity. I can only attempt to rationalize, and estimate the time span involved. I and the couple had reached a certain level in heaven, to become co-eternal with the Holy Spirit. The emotional situation of the couple had drawn myself to them in the dream state. The passage of days, weeks, even months, would not alter the eventual outcome. Her husband's intentions and my interests into calendars had bonded. Looking back, their future and mine converged in a way that I do not completely understand. Time seemed compressed. Time combined our fates; myself and them as a couple. I left with vast knowledge. I did not know what, how, or why exactly I and they had this experience. Knowledge brought about more questions. Following that transaction, I began reading the works of Carlos Casteneda.

Some call the books written by Carlos Casteneda secret knowledge of the Mesoamerican religions. Some call it sorcery. One thing outstanding was true: that no organized church that I was familiar with ever taught this sort of information. The ring I saw was the couple's joined soul, or a described second ring of power. For me, time is in the crack between heaven and earth, flowing like a river. The past and future are divided at the point of now. Time divides all things, the two worlds of good and bad, two kingdoms, even heaven and hell. The Holy Spirit divides these two kinds of eternal life. My visual disorder was recovering during this period. The endless healing mercy of the Lord permitted my whole sight to be restored. People familiar with metaphysical teachings had told me "the eyes are the windows of the soul." By the age of thirty I had seen more unusual circumstances of magic and power than most men see in their entire lifetimes.

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