MARVELOUS MULTIVERSE

Nothing is what it looks like. What has been kept secret, and sealed up by eternal words, is about to be disclosed, showing that things the World believes are the exact opposite of what they seem.

There's only one actual truth. If you don't want to meet Her don't read this book.

The awakening of a twin sister, and the process of bringing Her to life, to this World, reveal Paradise in the most beyond; but they also expose access to the dark world with its open doors, in a certain place, where it is least expected it ought to be.

The surprising and devastating disassembly of the best selling book of All-time, The Holy Bible, becomes gradually real and eminent as it occurs in a systematic and irreversible manner.

But now to the World is given, by special concession, the good news of a new cluster of separate words, from above and beyond.

Reality is unusual; the most controversial original story of all brings a new definition of the multiverse, based on ascertaining and the Science of Immanence; each person is considered to exist in a separate reality, but all the realities converge to one place only. A time-space Singularity in paradise of Genesis.

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Chapter 1

Where There's No Sun Shining

One of these mornings, twenty-three years after the fall of the towers, I was in the streets of a polished and gothic valley where the sky was black, and the western wind scattered the clouds which ran loose and disorderly at a most high velocity.

The extremities of the rows of clouds glittered. As they shone in the dark they gleamed on the inside, with their colours an evanescent light, alternating from an intense yellow to greenish and ruddy shades.

From down south, heading for the high part of a hill on the north side of the valley, the street is clothed with polished stones, and its sidewalks are marble. The houses are close to one another having their first floors and their architecture in English Gothic style.

On a high part of the hill, there is a wide elevated walkway covered with marble that crosses the main street, connecting the roofless lounge at the first floor of an English Gothic residence on the east side to the garden of another house on the west side.

Some nicely clothed people walked on a sidewalk and entered a tavern on the east side. In the surrounding areas and at the entrance of the valley, there is a fragmented wall 20 feet high where the visibility is dense and yellowish beige like the pages of an ancient book.

The fragmented wall, divided into three separate stretches left as a monument, has the inscription: I KEEP RIGHT ONES OUT --- I LET WRONG ONES IN.

I marvelled at the velocity of the clouds, seeing that in that heaven there was another type of power. Cloud rows were fragmented, never gathered themselves together into layers, and they always shone at their north side, directed towards the valley where I was, as if someone important was expected.

The glittering light that shone Her shades of colour through the rows of clouds spoke to Me:

'You, the only life among the dead; Find My soul and lead My spirit back home; call My name to bring Me to life, and take Me from the dark'.

I can bring to life a spirit that belongs in the most beyond, and in the Codex' region, where there is no sun shining through. Where the light emanates from itself, a spirit that hibernates for a long time becomes broken, divided into two sides, and then such a spirit becomes born again.

It is a double rebirth, in two different worlds, that is what occurred with a spirit named Vanesscenzza. Her other immortal side, that is to say, Her twin sister, incarnated and became flesh to stay in the World in Human form.

But the spirit is one and the same; holding the answers within, and the imprint is always there. That is why She could not wake up completely by Herself. She'd have to be awakened so that She could become whole again.

'I was broken, until I had no strength. Till nothing has been left; till all I am left to feel is a cruel wanting. Make me whole again.'

Waking Her up was something to be done on the inside, staying with Her in the Codex' region, the place our spirit goes during hibernation.

Where time runs in simultaneous and immediate sequence; a place where it is neither day nor night, and reality is unusual.

Besides the fact that bringing Her to life is waking up the spirit of a potentate of the archangels kind, the ones who bear the twelve-point star, the superior powers of Paradise Third Heaven.

'There must be something more'; 'I must be woken up inside; I've been sleeping a thousand years; wake me up inside'.

'As the light that shines in the dark, I do not belong here';'I'm not Human; the only way you can beat Me down is by denying the truth'.

In the World, Her other side, Amy, could not go on without Her, trying to believe in something so distant, that She would be alright and not alone among Humans, as if She were Human.

The feeling of hopelessness and the pain of missing Her other immortal side have proved to Her that the light She is made of is the evanescence of Immortality Herself, who has been left alone, lost, and forgotten in Paradise.

The spirit that takes over Her breathing, Vanesscenzza, is on the way. It is glimpsed in Her eyes, Immortality Herself holding the past that still exists. It is an intense, scintillating yellow flame that endures eternally, and it is gradually becoming flesh in the Human form.

Once She is awakened out of the dark and free from shadows, She has the power to gather the All. Being the second in command, the Paradise keys are engraved in the palms of Her hands.

We came from the light, from the place where the light emanates from itself, and its evanescence is simultaneity; it is movement when it is still motionless, like a fading effect.

Not belonging in the World, a twelve-point star archangel is not made to be deemed fallen any longer.

We can stand and spread our wings still up high. We are not made to be lower than the light. Now it is time to rise in Paradise.

'I know a secret, something immortal still belongs to Me; you can't kill the Me in you';

'What is birthed in you cannot die; you may beat Me down by denying the truth, but you can't kill the Me-the immortality in you'.

And as the spirits are entitled to immortality, there's something immortal; your spirit, which is birthed in you. And it still belongs to Her, Immortality Herself.

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