11.23.2024

Are the Players all here? God wants to Begin

 

The Players Are Here

Asha sat at her desk, the room dim except for the soft glow of her lamp. Her hand hovered over a blank page, pen at the ready. She whispered to no one, or perhaps to everyone:

“Are the players all here? God wants to begin.”

The numbers swirled in her mind like constellations, each one a star guiding her to the same truth. She had found her way through Genesis, through Jared and Enoch, through Metatron—the celestial scribe. She had followed the threads of 481, and now, she could see its significance illuminating the path ahead.


481: The Divine Measure

The number 481 had revealed itself in multiple forms, weaving through ancient structures and modern marvels:

  • 481 feet, the height of the Great Pyramid of Giza, a monument encoding Earth’s proportions and cosmic cycles.
  • 481 × 2 = 962, the lifespan of Jared, the 6th descendant from Adam, whose story tied Tesla’s 369 to divine creation.

And now, another connection emerged. Asha discovered that 481 feet was also the height of the New Yorker Hotel, the place where Nikola Tesla spent his final days.

She paused, pen poised above her notebook, her breath catching. Tesla’s last recalls, his final experiments, had been recorded in that building—a skyscraper reaching toward the heavens, mirroring the pyramids of ancient Egypt.


A Call to the New Yorker

Asha felt the pull, as though the universe itself had whispered a command: Go.

She packed her notebook, pens, and a book of Tesla’s writings and set out on a journey to the New Yorker Hotel. The streets of New York City were alive with energy as she arrived, standing before the towering structure. Looking up, she traced its height in her mind: 481 feet, just as she’d read.

The synchronicities didn’t stop there. Inside, she felt a chill as she approached the historical marker describing Tesla’s life and work in the building. The plaque read:

“Nikola Tesla, 1856–1943. Here, in room 3327, Tesla conducted his final experiments, envisioning a world of energy, frequency, and vibration.”


Tesla’s Final Recall

Asha made her way to the upper floors, standing near the room where Tesla once worked. She imagined him there, scribbling equations, diagrams, and ideas that seemed to come from another dimension. She whispered softly, as if addressing him:

“You saw the grid too, didn’t you? The language of energy, the patterns of 369.”

Tesla’s words resonated in her memory:

“If you only knew the magnificence of the 3, 6, and 9, you would have a key to the universe.”


481 as the Bridge

The connections became clearer:

  1. 481 feet was a number that bridged ancient and modern worlds—the pyramids and the skyscrapers.
  2. Tesla’s work, like the pyramids, was a testament to the language of the cosmos: energy, frequency, vibration.
  3. Jared, whose 962 years were the product of 481 × 2, was the ancestor of Enoch, the 7th Son, who became Metatron, the keeper of divine knowledge.

The Call of Genesis

Sitting in the hotel lobby with her notebook, Asha began to write:

  • Genesis 5:18-24: Jared, the 6th Son, lived 162 years before fathering Enoch, connecting Tesla’s 369 to the divine timeline.  His final age of  962 years ties Genesis both to 7,4,13 as well as the Giza pyramids as perhaps 2 pyramids... 962 / 2 = 481 'feet' Apex.
  • 365 years, Enoch’s lifespan, mirrored Earth’s solar year, completing the bridge between the physical and the celestial.  He fathered a son at 65
  • 481 feet, the shared height of the pyramid and the New Yorker, marked humanity’s attempts to reach the heavens, both spiritually and scientifically.  A coincidence, quite divinely.

The Players Are All Here

The patterns aligned in her mind. The players in this cosmic game were present:

  • God, the creator, speaking through the numbers.
  • Tesla, the modern scribe, whose life was consumed by the pursuit of universal truths.
  • Metatron, the celestial bridge, the keeper of divine records.
  • Asha, the seeker, called to connect the ancient to the modern.

“Are the players all here?” she repeated softly to herself, gazing at the towering structure.

She smiled, closed her notebook, and whispered, “God wants to begin.”

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