Pre Script: To God be all the Glory and Praise, in Jesus name amen.
The sky had begun to peel open.
Not with thunder or fire at first, but with a silence so vast that even the birds seemed afraid to disturb it. Daniel stood on the ridge overlooking the valley, clutching the worn leather Bible he had carried since childhood. The sun dimmed as though someone had placed a trembling hand over it.
He felt it before he saw it—
that stirring in the soul, the one he had tried to ignore for years.
A whisper. A nudge. A command.
“Go.”
Daniel swallowed hard. Obedience had never been his strength. He had avoided every calling that pulled him out of comfort. But now the air itself vibrated with a presence he could not deny.
Clouds spiraled, parting like a curtain drawn back by invisible fingers. Wings—vast, white, and burning with gold—unfurled across the heavens. A figure descended, neither male nor female, robed in light and shadow.
Daniel’s knees weakened.
He knew the Scriptures. He knew what this meant.
The angel’s voice was not loud, yet it rolled across the mountains like a tide:
“The seals tremble. The hour approaches. And the Lord has chosen you to stand.”
Daniel shook his head. “Me? I—I’m no prophet. I’m no warrior.”
The angel stepped closer, and the earth did not dare to move beneath its feet.
“Obedience is greater than strength. Willingness is greater than power.
The world needs one who will listen.”
A tremor ran through the valley as the distant city flickered—the first sign that the old world’s foundations were cracking. Yet a warmth settled in Daniel’s chest, not fear, but something more ancient: purpose.
He looked up at the angel, the sky glowing like a living flame behind it.
“I’m afraid,” Daniel whispered.
“Then walk with fear,” the angel replied, “but walk in His will. That is all He asks.”
And as the first trumpet’s distant echo rolled across the horizon, Daniel took a step forward—
small, trembling, obedient—
into the beginning of the world’s last revelation.
Divine Revelations 
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