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As I sat in the Temple of Kings, in the darkest of the night, my spirit calm and at peace, the Temple started to vibrate for a few seconds, and then stopped. The room took on a clarity never before seen with my physical eyes, I knew then that I was seeing through the eyes of my spirit, the magic circle at the centre of the Temple started to glow white, the divine names in the circle as well as the creation symbols seemed to burn with this white light, it continued intensifying until it became a solid column of light stretching from the floor to the ceiling and beyond. The light extruded such an abundance of love that there are no words to describe the feel of this power none. In my spirit the power of the love was calling to me, it was like it was calling me home, I stood up from my asana and walked into the light, as I stood in the midst of light the intensity decreased and the light faded leaving me standing on a great expanse that seemed to stretch out to forever. As I turned to my right I looked up and saw a golden light coming down from the clouds and on that golden path was a speeding white light and both came to an abrupt stop right in front me. The white light solidified before me and lo it was my friend of ages Ark Angel Metatron who’d come to greet me, my spirit enlivened in his presence with a greater love. He spoke to me and said that he had come to show me some thing a bout the Ancient Storm’s, and that we had to journey back in time to witness this legendary occurrence in spiritual history. Meta spoke a word and everything around us started to spin counter clockwise until everything around us was a blur, it felt like we were going back eon’s the blur had now become deep purple then started to slow down until it stopped and then dissipated, leaving us standing on a hill top over looking a sea, and below us a beach. Meta said this sea is the sea that is above Hades the prison of the beast, we must now travel to Hades that you may understand both sides of the story. Next thing I know I am standing next to the beast and even though there is no contact between us because I am an observer and not a part of that timeline, the level of darkness and unfettered evil present about him left me frighten and wanting to run, I turned and saw meta who calmed me down and said listen and watch, here is the account. Before the dawn of humanity the beast rose up a great war against the forces of light, the forces of light defeated the beast and bound him for a time and a time and a half down in the fortress of Hades. We have entered Hades some two hundred years into the beast incarceration. One day the beast decided to take a trip from his inner sanctum and up to the main gates, upon his arrival the beast was in shock to see the main gates slightly open, he immediately suspected it was some sort of trap but something inside him said have a look outside, so he popped one of his ten heads outside to see, and to his bemusement no one was outside, no guards no force field nothing. The beast still not convinced decided to return to his sanctum. (What the beast did not know was that another war\had risen up and the forces of light had engaged leaving Hades defenceless). After the beast had spent a long time in his sanctum some millennia by our time scale, he returned back to the gate to find it still open. This time the beast pushed open the gates and stepped outside, he felt his powers rushing back into him filling him up with unimaginable power even more powerful then when he first rose. If the beast were this powerful the first time, the forces of light would have been defeated. The beast now charged with this power and a burning desire for revenge against the forces of light starts his accent from Hades to the surface. As the beast was rising, walking on the beach purely by chance (or was it divine providence) were two angels reasoning with each other about the holy flame and its effect on creation, the sun was shining the sea was calm they came to a stop at the waters edge and continued talking. All of a sudden the skies grew dark just above the horizon, a menacing darkness which soon took over the entire sky blotting out the sun completely anti-lightning and thunder flashed and rumbled and the sea became turbulent and rising, then a powerful explosion and the beast rises out of the sea. He towers above the shore line; he looks down to see the two angels standing on the beach. One of the ten heads bus out a laugh so hard it cracked the sky because the beast in his first battle had dispatched legions of angels, and now their last line of defence is these two, who art thou that would stand before the sum of all evil and darkness, cried the beast, but the angels never answered. The beast got angrier and the sea rose to a monstrous size, the sky became black and filled with anti-rain. It is said the angels only spoke once to the beast and warned him that he was out before his time and that nothing in creation can be allowed to be out of balance, and that he still had to finish his appointed time in Hades. Well the beast had heard enough and launched an attack against the angels of such ferocity that a legion would have been wiped out completely, but the angels were still standing. The legend speaks of the beast onslaught lasting a du-scuart (200 days) until the angels defeated him on sacred morn. What the beast didn’t know was that these were not of the same order of angel he had fought before; these two were the first of the Ark Angels born for another purpose imbibed with the full power of the almighty to keep the balance through out creation, and up until the sacred morn, in the battle their power had been veiled holding back their true intensity. On that sacred morn the angels dropped their veil and the heat and light that came from them evaporated the whole sea in an instant, the dark clouds vanished and it rendered the beast weaker than a kitten who then collapses on the beach. The angels take the beast back to Hades and sealed him in; inside a force can be heard asking the beast who had defeated him, the beast can be heard saying an Ancient Storm, Flames of Fire. And that is how these two angels became know as the Flames of Fire and they ushered in a new generation of ark angels who were called Ancient Storm’s or Vanguards of Light, these beings are undefeatable and all powerful. Meta spoke again and we returned to the expanse, I sensed a slight sadness coming from my friend, and I asked him why, he said our time working with you has come to an end, we’ve been called to take up our positions ready for the advent of the great devastation which is soon to be upon you. In my heart I now felt sadness, for we have worked together for many many years on all manner of spiritual and creative works. He said I leave thee now young storm but this is not our end, for one chapter is closed and a new one begins, we will meet again storm on the day of Mezla (waters of peace) and we shall drink from the chalice of peace. I said Meta what shall I do now my old friend, he said look to the staff young storm, look to the staff.

1-The Ancient One 2-Flames of Fire3-Metatron Ark Angel 4-Jah Light 5-The Fire Lord 6-Rolling Thunder7-Stormbringer 8-Ancient Bingi9-We Abide For-iver10-Papyrus Armageddon

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Many moons after my encounter with the light celestial my mind was still troubled by what mettatron had said about the so called Angelicalstone. In all my searching I have never come across any reference to it in ancient or modern text. I knew that to find any answers I would have to travel to the Celestial Heights. So I retired to the temple of kings to prepare myself for the journey. Under deep meditation I slackened my astral matrix and found myself standing on the astral plane, I quickly conceived that I was standing in mid astral but needed to be in the upper astral. As I thought this a golden path appeared about ten feet in front of me, I stepped on to the path and followed it to the end. The path stopped at the end of the astral plane, and before me stood the mighty Celestial plane billowing and powerful in its vibration imbibed with a myriad of colours each colour being a plane unto its self with life abundant within them. As I stood before this powerful living energy my knees were as jelly, there is no way you could walk directly in to this plane the astral body would be torn to shreds and death would ensue. So you have to accumulate the vibration in your astral form of the plane you wish to enter in too, in my case Zion which is a vibrant crimson red colour. The colour must permeate every part of your astral body, to achieve this, astral medi is required which is not easy given the Celestial bilboa and turbulence around you, but if successful you will find yourself standing on the plane of your accumulation. So in my astral form crimson red is imbibed and I find myself standing in port Watson on the bank of Lake Celerium and rising up before me the mighty Krystal Mountains, heading out to the east. I start my assent up the mountain after some time I reached a summit and as I stood there looking out over billons of miles of the Krystal Mountain, I saw a bright light way in the distance, it was like it was signalling me to come forth. The distance was too great for me to astraly walk so I used will power and was there in seconds, only to be slammed into a brick wall of light, I found myself at a dead stop at the very boundaries of the light unable to go any further. The intensity of the light started to recede and I moved forward with it, until it laid me to rest on another summit I could now see the core of the light it was still burning like a sun. Bit by bit it began to recede and I could just make out a figure standing in the midst of the sun whose back was turned to me, the light was then pulled back into the figures robes which then shone like crystal fire. The figure then turned around and faced me, and it was my old friend Ark Angel Mettatron., who said “Hail young storm let this be an example to you on what we mean by the term veiling for what has been shown to you is minuscule in comparison to that which must veil the power of the One in creation, less creation dissolve under his intensity”. He then placed his hand on my shoulder and said “Come storm, let me show you the true force of what we call the Stone of Antiquity or in your tongue Angelicalstone”. Boom in an instance we were floating about 10, 00000 miles away from the stone, my astral body now felt under immense pressure, making the astral form transient, moving it in and out of existence in a state of flux. I knew my limit to the proximity of the stone had been reached and withdrew a few metres; I have no words to describe this colossus stone and its immeasurable veiling properties suffice it to say, it does what it says on the tin. The love you feel in this place is overwhelming a depth of love that makes you understand why all of creation forever sings his name and give him glory. Metta dropped my back to the temple and his parting words were, this is the first of the hidden knowledge, first of the Ancient Storm, let it be known.

1-Tablets of Stone 2-El Shaddai 3-Crimson sun of Zion 4-Rock of all Ages 5-The Armour of Jah 6-Angelicalstone7-Song of Lalibela8-Rally the Father9-Blood from a Stone10-Systems Down