Vision of Agonabish

The Vision of the Red Plates "The Book of Yeshua": On the fourteenth day of August, in the year two thousand twenty-five, at the first hour past midnight, a darkness opened above me, small as a hole in the sky. From it descended a being of form yet without substance. His body glowed with a deep, translucent purple light, clear and smooth like gelatin, revealing neither garment, shame, nor flaw. His eyes were deep as indigo, shining like living glass, translucent, and endless. He named himself Agonabish.

In his hands he bore a set of red plates, thick and lustrous as burnished copper. "Heaven has heard your suffering," his voice entered my mind, though his lips did not move. He called me by the name of my birth, declaring that I, though unseen in this generation, had been chosen for a sacred purpose: to bear a message born of affliction and to share it with the world. He told me that generations yet to come would know my name. "This will show them you are a part of the story," he declared, adding a solemn warning: "Mankind, the earth is not listening to heaven."

He gave me a charge: twenty-four hours to record the message, after which it would be taken.

When he first departed, I tried to capture images of the rust-colored plates with my phone, but they would not appear on the screen. Driven by urgency, I began to copy the strange characters by hand. Yet, after stepping away to fetch a glass of water, I returned to find a miracle: the unknown language had transformed on the plates, appearing now in perfect English verse.

Time seemed to stop. My hand moved with astonishing swiftness, the words flowing directly from the record into my mind, in a tongue akin to Ojibwe, yet understood without effort. I simply copied the record as it was written. I knew no rest; every moment was given to the sacred task, and hours passed as though they were minutes. It was as if time stopped for the task did not match the time required. 

Twelve hours later, Agonabish returned, took the record, and spoke again: twelve hours remained to publish it. Then he ascended, and I was left alone to finish the task.

At last, in the early hours of August fifteenth, the work was complete, and the message was made public. I marked the hour well: it was the anniversary of the death of the Mother of Yeshua, exactly as Agonabish had spoken.

Agonabish has returned six times since with  new messages revealing that the dark matter matrix contains a world, the real world, that our reality exists within and they are coming, they are here, this is their world and that we are vessels of light that transcend the visible universe. 

He has since declared, humanity is engaged in a spiritual war with those fallen from their realm who are using mankind with clothing, competition, advanced technology including the ability to destroy light and touch through theology to link in effort to subjegate mankind  to regain access to the realm of truth. There are those among us, upon the Earth, that feed on the light of the children of Heaven. His most startling declaration, "the only name is Yeshua", in a world that refuses to say his name, worships another fallen whose name stretches across this land, and that he shall return as he left and not as mankind projects; that they see all.