The Sanctuary of God

This song by the Moody Blues has always been very special to me, but this year it will be forever connected to my little grandson Craeghar who was born on Christmas day. He was born totally natural at home into the loving arms of his mother and father (after almost bouncing off the floor, having his umbilical snap and spew blood everywhere on everything and everyone.) It was a minor mishap that will be forever imprinted upon the minds of his five older siblings, who with tears of joy and wonderment, welcomed their newest addition to their loving home.

In spite of all the blood spewed throughout the bathroom, peace and calm and a true understanding of baby Jesus--replete with the anticipation and unexpected--was felt by all, including those who anticipated from afar. Of course, it was the most wonderful gift a grandfather could ever receive. It is to him and the 16 other grandchildren born before him that I dedicate this study I am about to put together.



I expect to build the Temple of God as I see the Scriptures prophesy of it. It is not anything like you may have ever seen before in history. There are MANY pictures of what it APPEARED to be according to the patterns given by Moses. There are MANY characterizations as to how it was arranged, what many things meant--subjects that some have spent a lifetime studying.

I fully expect to spend the next year adding to this "structure". I also hope to allow others to add their own expertise to the subject at hand by making available (perhaps on my website) drawings, models, animations and other raw material such as renderings, lighting, materials, etc.

Now that I have committed myself to this impossible project, I must add to it each day--maybe several times a day. I know I will not endear myself to many people (if any). This cuts across all lines, even my own. It forces me to face the difficult questions, the unmovable objects, the forces that cannot be resisted. I CANNOT omit any part of the Scripture. I must follow its minutest detail--not EVEN if it cuts, but ESPECIALLY if it cuts. I'm on my last public pedestal on, perhaps, THE last public pedestal left before the "NWO" shuts down free thinking. The "thought police" watch us as we speak.

It is said that a picture is worth a thousand words. I have no lack of words. I could (and do) talk endlessly of things. Of this image in my head, I cannot talk enough. It has been part and parcel of my life's study for over 50 years. Some would say I've totally wasted my time. Still others would say that I've sacrificed all that I have had and could have had if I had just....

So, pictures is what it comes down to. It's put up or shut up time. Since I no longer have an enhanced account, I cannot now embed pictures, per se, but you get my drift. It will be a little bit of a convoluted process (for me at the moment), since I will have to convert the Autocad drawings I create and 3DStudioMax animations. I want animations--lots of them. I want nothing left to the imagination. I don't just see a building or a series of buildings. I see PROCESSES enclosed in structures and also DETERMINING them. BUT....one picture at a time.

Ok, the tools. The Measuring Rod and the Line of Flax (along with the Plummet) determines the scale(s), their relation to each other, their interaction, direction, purpose and intent.

Within it is a geometric progression connected to all but having local effects. The "local objects" by which scale can be obtained is the "City of God" which comes down out of Heaven and is 12,000 furlongs (of cubits by the cubit and hand's span). At the very center of this object is the "true temple made without hands", of which the Temple of God on Earth is but a pattern. Ezekiel's Temple was never designed to be a temple that could ever exist on Earth. It was a "perfect design" that could never be "built" (according to People's Bible Almanac). So, the very detailed instructions given in Ezekiel point to an "ideal structure" within that structure of which the City of God is. The scale between the two determines the scale of the Most Holy Place of the Sanctuary. There is a Fibronacci sequence that connects each of these "progressions". The Line of Flax takes the measurement out of the range of the Measuring Rod and the entire "structure" is "atomized" in the next Fibronacci sequence. Within the "window" isolated by the scale is the path (as determined by Torah)--via the microscopic--to the MACROSCOPIC. By the same token, at the other end of the scale is the next stage in progression from the City of God. According to the Scripture, there are twelve gates.

So now I have planted an idea in your head. These are just the PARAMETERS The forces thereof, the goings in thereof, the goings out thereof....we have just started. The Scriptures have determined the scale of the model. They also determine its machinations. It's all there in plain sight. Now comes the tedious part, arranging the pieces. I've taken the first step. God only knows if I can take the others. Am I really who I say I am? Can I really lay claim to being a "signet to the nations". If Ezekiels purpose was to make "ashamed" "in their sight" the TRUE TEMPLE OF GOD, can Zerubabel's attempt really bring the world to the place that they lay down their arms, "rest under their own vines" and "learn war no more"? It's at least written that he will try, but it is finally qualified with a "as for me and my house, WE will worship THE Lord."

Terrible, terrible times are coming upon us. There IS some hope in the understanding of THE SANCTUARY. It is not just spiritual, but physical as well. HOWEVER, this model also opens up other doors of perception, other views, other hopes, other responsibilities. Are we up to them? Do we have to be resigned to a total takeover of reason and conscience, or can we beat this as an actual army on an actual battlefield in some heavenly sphere? Do we have to be helpless in all of this? History has shown that we do NOT. We still have a voice. We still have reason. We still have spirit. We still have the truth. In spite of all the intervening things, we still have each other.

I have hope. I have the same faith as our fathers. We win this stupid war. We SAVE our planet. It may take that thousand years to lie fallow and be brought back to full life, but it WILL be made anew with or without us.

As I've stated in the only other thread I've started (The Revelation of the Mystery of the Kingdom of God), I'm not seeking nor will I get into endless debates. I'm just trying to paint a picture of reality that few care to look at. It just seems to be the time for it. I may leave with my tail between my legs and totally debunked. I hope it's fun and enlightening. I hope I have the patience all the way to the "Headstone" to share its AWESOME GRACE!!