Godyssey A Young Mans Proof of Gods Existence by Jess Fein With illustrations by Lawrence M. Medeiros
The most electrifying event in human history.
Unexpected, dramatic, inconceivable, miraculous. Revolutionary in its consequences, the information communicated in Godyssey could be the spiritual equivalent of television, quantum mechanics or E=mc2. A book which will spark a cosmic revolution in the mind of every reader.
God revealed.
Authors Advisory: Godyssey contains never-before revealed, monumentally stunning and graphic information which will forever alter and expand ones consciousness. Your world-view, and therefore your world, will change. You will never be the same person again.
However - and I wish to strongly emphasize this point - do not purchase or read this book unless you already have an open mind, a compassionate heart and a courageous soul. On August 22, 1994 free rights to reprint and broadcast 20% of the content of Godyssey were offered to every major television network news group in America, along with The New York Times, The Boston Globe, Time Magazine, The Oprah Winfrey Show, Larry King Live, Nightline, Eye to Eye and other selected groups and individuals throughout the United States.
As of the third printing of this New Edition, not one news organization has determined the revelation of the existence of God to be newsworthy.
Their conclusions for not announcing this news, may be due to many of the aforementioned reasons, and I am, therefore, including this advisory.
If Godyssey and its contents only become widely known 1000 years from today, it will still be as revolutionary as it is now, if only presently for a limited readership. Jess Fein
If you had a mind-opening, electrifying proof of Gods existence, if your spirit had somehow realized the ineffably powerful magnitude of His Being, if your heart had been touched by His Mercy, if your soul had been illuminated with His Light, if you had been changed forever...how would you go about telling others of this inspirational and miraculous experience?
On September 16, 1974, a young man entered into a time-warp which catapulted him into the next dimension. The dimension of Heaven and Hell. Above and below. Over & out.
At the climax of a severe nervous-breakthrough, Jess Fein encountered what he believes to be the very Spirit of God, which motivates him, to this day, in his efforts to communicate a story of hope and faith to others.
I assert that the cosmic religious experience is the strongest and noblest driving force behind scientific research. - Albert Einstein - Your hand, O Death, has been stayed. You can no longer inflict oblivion, Or doom to full disappearance Those who were life of our life. They live and move within us, In spheres beyond your dominion We thank Thee, O God of life and love, For the resurrecting gift of memory Which endows Thy children fashioned in Thy image With Godlike sovereign power To give immortality through love. Blessed be Thou, O God, Who enablest Thy children to remember. - Yizkor Meditation
FALLOUT/9:05 AM MONDAY, SEPT. 16, 1974
Time is falling out of step! I did it! I did it! I dont believe it! Holy__! It cant be!
The usual stream of clichs, descriptive of utter disbelief, came into my mind and out of my mouth.
Am I dreaming? Am I dead? Is this really happening? A titanic shock of electricity was igniting the neurons in my brain to light up a Christmas tree in my mind. Had there been a power blackout? Were the clocks and my watch wrong?
Im either in heaven or hell; thats crazy, I dont believe in heaven or hell. But still, how can I explain this? I have somehow changed the world; my world anyway. Maybe the world is just an illusion! Ive broken through the eggshell!! Jesus, all it takes is a little irrationality. But, WHAT IN THE WORLD IS GOING ON? I stared at my watch. I gazed at the upstairs clock. I looked at my watch again, then the clock again. Laughter. Absurdity. Incredulity. Disbelief. Shock. Laughter. Singing. ...I retreated into the shower. ...I decided to test it.
Ill stay in here for about ten minutes, I said aloud, possibly to the mirror, or what used to be ten minutes, anyway. Then Ill see if I really stepped into a time-warp. ... Im in Heaven ...I sang in the steam.
'This is totally idiotic. I must be rationalizing, ...I thought... But Im still apprehensive. Remember, though, theres nothing to fear, Ive probably died somehow, anyway, so what could happen?...This is either heaven or hell; what else could it be? Ill look outside...theres no one out there...its damn quiet...its probably always this quiet. Im just blowing everything out of proportion. My imagination is running away with itself, thats what is... No, its not!
My consciousness seemed to be raising itself, as I alternately interrogated and cleansed myself in the shower. The urge to purge. The yearn to learn. - Cleanliness is next to Godliness. - A little Johnsons Baby Powder under the arms.
I must have been in there for a good eight or nine minutes. Not looking at my watch on top of the toilet, I stepped out, into the bedroom... The digital clock read 9:06, then flipped to 9:07.--WHAT? IVE BEEN IN ALMOST TEN MINUTES. My watch read 9:07 . Holy Christ. GOOD GOD!
THE CADENCE OF ABSURDITY
In a highly-controlled state of frenzy, I tried to think in normal tones. It was difficult. I decided to experiment with my immediate surroundings.
If time really has slowed down, then how will that affect the record player? I advanced on the phonograph in the corner of the living room. I dont notice any reduction in the speed of the turntable. Well, here goes... Lifting a stack of 33 1?3 RPM albums into position, I set the tone arm down within the margin of the first record. It happened to be Close to the Edge by the rock group Yes. Intensely inspirational chords and lyrics fell out of the stereo speakers. Holy...!
Immediately, a deep, mellow resonance, such as I had never heard before, echoed into my eardrums. The walls, floor and ceiling were reverberating with the most beautiful, rumbling bass tones that you could imagine. No matter how I tried, I could not measurably change its frequency...
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