What is history?
Is it a sequence of events, determined essentially by chance, in which human ambitions and power structures have from time to time left their footprint—a footprint that is increasingly erased over the centuries, like a trace in the sand, until it vanishes completely? Is historiography merely the human attempt to research, describe, and render accessible once more a long-past reality out of increasingly decaying ruins and fading information?
If so, then this reconstruction is condemned to imperfection. It is distorted by unprovable assumptions and willfully falsified and rewritten by the ruling powers of the day and their ideologies.
What would be the consequences if there were an absolute, incorruptible, perfect, truthful record of history, free from all unintentional or intentional distortions and interpretations? A chronicle that has been preserved over centuries and millennia, having withstood all the storms of time and the attacks of the enemies of truth?
The consequences would be a great blessing for all who seek and love the truth, a remedy for our times which are sinking into ever greater confusion, but also a danger for those who have erected their power, their status, or their intellectual worldview upon lies. For falsehood will melt like ice in the sun.
But how can such a chronicle be preserved over the course of time despite changing power structures and ideologies that were sometimes friend, sometimes foe to the truth?
To mention just two obvious possibilities:
The first possibility: This chronicle was hidden and has only now been discovered. While this is a conceivable option, there would always remain doubts as to whether the find is genuine or a forgery. There would be a fundamental problem in proving its authenticity.
The second possibility: The chronicle has been right before our eyes the entire time; it was repeatedly copied, disseminated, and preserved over the course of centuries and millennia. It was able to survive the eras of changing regimes because it was not understood. The chronicle was encrypted. Not entirely encrypted, otherwise it would not have been further noticed and passed on, but rather it contains two levels: one comprehensible level, even if its interpretation is not always clearly and unambiguously defined, and a second level—encrypted, inaccessible, unnoticed, kept safe until the appropriate time when it is to be revealed. In this second level, the interpretation is not ambiguous, but dictated with mathematical precision; not open to debate, but immovably postulated.
It is this second possibility that enables the existence of a truthful chronicle, and which has actually come to pass.
Which is this chronicle of truth? Who is the author of this chronicle?
The chronicle of truth consists of several books. Holy Scripture is among them, yet it is not the only work. The books do not need to be rewritten; they have already been here for centuries, only the key needs to be made available.
The time of great revelations has come. Rejoice, Christians, for the author is none other than God Himself. Our Lord, Jesus Christ, reveals Himself, allowing us to partake in His mysteries. He manifests Himself as the absolute Lord and writer of history. A history written not with letters on paper, but with life; a history that was prophetically announced with mathematical precision within the encrypted, unrecognized level of the scriptures. A history that must inevitably also be a judgment, because it causes all edifices of lies to crumble into dust and ashes. Rejoice, Christians, the time has come to learn God’s version of events.
Prophesied, fulfilled, and irrefutably recorded by God Himself.