John Milor - The Eaglestar Prophecy: A Seekers Revelation

I was 12 years old when it happened the first time. I was taken in the spirit to the Kingdom of Heaven, where I encountered God. During this first encounter, God didnt tell me to do anything, nor did He even speak to me. He simply touched me in a unique way, which imparted a revelation to me about His personality.

I recall entering the Kingdom of Heaven through a massive gate, where I saw grassy hills and trees inside, as far as my eyes could see. Everything was crystal clear. The green grass wasnt just green. It was really green unbelievably green. Everything was so unimaginably colorful, just to gaze about was a pleasurable experience.

A tall entity stood behind a podium on the right side of the gate, just on the inside of the gate. On top of the podium was an extremely large book. As soon as I showed up, the being referenced something in the book.

This being was wearing a robe, and his face was somehow obscured so that I either couldn't see it, or I can't remember it if I did see it. All I remember about this being is that he found something of interest in the book, perhaps my name , and then motioned for me to enter through the gate.

As soon as I walked through the gate, I was immediately saturated with the essence of pure love. My self-awareness dissolved, and was replaced with a simple blissfulness of an incomprehensible peace that permeated the atmosphere of this place. Ill never forget it. God was near.

The first thing I noticed apart from the countryside, and the peace I was experiencing, was a man with a Spanish sombrero draped over his face. I never did see his face. He was sitting, leaning against a tree, playing a guitar. I approached him and listened to him play. The music had an extraordinary effect on me. It was harmonizing with something in my body. Each cord reverberated through me, as if I were one with the music.

While listening to the music, I suddenly felt a strong urge to look up in the tree. When I did, I saw the most magnificent bird I've ever seen in my life. It was an eagle with glowing electric blue eyes, and it had electricity pulsating throughout its feathers. That was one powerful looking bird. The cover graphic on the front of this book is my best attempt at depicting it.

When we made eye contact, it lifted its wings, and a four-pointed star of light began to form in the air between the tips of its wings. When the points of this star increased in size enough to touch the wings, the star of light shot toward me and struck me on the forehead like a bolt of lightning.

Pure love flowed throughout my body. I cant say for certain whether or not I was in heaven. Im not 100% sure about the identity of the entity, the man with the sombrero, or even the eagle, though I have my suspicions. But one thing I do know, the power that struck me was the power of God. It was His love that flowed through me. I already felt His presence in that place, but when I was blinded with that light, the intensity was unparalleled. Never in my life have I ever felt so loved, not because I did anything to deserve it, but rather, simply because I existed.

So much meaning was conveyed to me through that divine touch. Within it, I came to the explicit knowledge that I was specifically created for the sole purpose of being loved by God. And I knew in a way that could never be unlearned, the fundamental fact that the heart of God is pure love. I knew God. I knew what He was like. I understood His love to such a degree that it was frightening, for thats the kind of love that would sacrifice a son for me. Thats the kind of love that would create a place called hell for those that defiled it, for the greatest fury is spawned from love betrayed. As General Wallis said in the movie Brave Heart, its well beyond rage. The power of that kind of love is untouchable unfathomable stronger than death, and eternal in magnitude. Its the source of all Gods miracles.

Have you ever cried? Have you ever fallen madly in love? Do you remember the magical moment when someone special let you into his or her heart? Can you recall contemplating someones face that you so adore? Have you ever lost a loved one, and a wave of sorrow enveloped you? Have you witnessed the birth of your child? Have you lost a child? Has someone violated someone you love, and the anger that overtook you swept away all your sanity? The root of that anger is love. All of the most intense emotions spawn from love. Thats the kind of love Im talking about. Its all there. I felt it. Everything, all at once.

When I awoke from this dream, I immediately drew a picture of this eagle with the star. All throughout my childhood, I continued to draw pictures of this dream. I didnt have much definition to my faith back then. I believed that God existed, and I thought about God quite often while growing up. I suppose one could say I was spiritually inclined. I asked questions. But I didnt know God not until I had this dream.

1 John 4:7-8

Beloved, let us love one another: for love is of God; and every one that loveth is born of God, and knoweth God. He that loveth not knoweth not God; for God is love.

Why?

Why am I here? Why do I exist? Whats the point?

All things are composed of countless numbers of microscopic spheres spinning around each other in numerous orbital configurations. Atoms bind into atomic clusters called molecules, which bind to create all the various structures of the material universe.

I consist of 100 trillion molecular structures called cells, which are a special type of molecular structure referred to as living matter. Living matter is unique, because it struggles to resist the first law of thermodynamics. Each cell renews itself, resisting the natural degradation that attacks all matter. It does this so that its own existence might be perpetuated, or at least prolonged.

Why? What is it about life that struggles to remain in existence?

I sit, aware of my own sense of reason my emotions, my thoughts. My brain thinks about how it is capable of thinking. I wonder why the thought of no longer existing is so disturbing.

I live stuck to a spinning ball, (called Earth) , which spins about 15 thousand miles per hour, rotating around another much larger spinning ball of burning, liquid, gaseous fire. While spinning and rotating on my planet, I am guided in an elliptical orbit by an unseen energy, floating in a void called space, which appears to be endless. Are these facts not strange?

I cant see all of these things, but I know about them. And those that I can see, Im not even sure how I can see them, because no one can explain how the light that transmits the images of them to my eyes works. Is light a wave, or a particle? How can it be both?

Through science, weve learned a few things, yet we seldom contemplate how bizarre they are. And the more we learn the more bizarre reality becomes.

Why?

Why do they spin

And circle again

What is their source

The unseen force

They are so close

And yet so far

The planets were on

The atoms we are

Does existence not hold some mystery that roars out in silence? What is it telling us? Might there be something important? Should we strain to hear?

These are the kinds of thoughts that used to go through my mind when I was very young. The more I learned about my universe, the more it fascinated me. And behind it all, I always felt there had to be a reason. I couldnt fathom the extravagant vastness of my creation all being for absolutely no reason whatsoever.