Marvelous Mishap

Nothing is what it looks like. What has been kept secret, and sealed up by eternal words, is about to be disclosed, showing that things the World believes are the exact opposite of what they seem.

There's only one actual truth. If you don't want to meet Her don't read this book.

The awakening of a twin sister, and the process of bringing Her to life, to this World, reveal Paradise in the most beyond; but they also expose access to the dark world with its open doors, in a certain place, where it is least expected it ought to be.

The surprising and devastating disassembly of the best selling book of All-time, The Holy Bible, becomes gradually real and eminent as it occurs in a systematic and irreversible manner.

But now to the World is given, by special concession, the good news of a new cluster of separate words, from above and beyond.

Reality is unusual; the most controversial original story of all brings a new definition of the multiverse, based on ascertaining and the Science of Immanence; each person is considered to exist in a separate reality, but all the realities converge to one place only. A time-space Singularity in paradise of Genesis.

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Chapter 1

Where There's No Sun Shining

One of these mornings, twenty-three years after the fall of the towers, I was in the streets of a polished and gothic valley where the sky was black, and the western wind scattered the clouds which ran loose and disorderly at a most high velocity.

The extremities of the rows of clouds glittered. As they shone in the dark they gleamed on the inside, with their colours an evanescent light, alternating from an intense yellow to greenish and ruddy shades.

From down south, heading for the high part of a hill on the north side of the valley, the street is clothed with polished stones, and its sidewalks are marble. The houses are close to one another having their first floors and their architecture in English Gothic style.

On a high part of the hill, there is a wide elevated walkway covered with marble that crosses the main street, connecting the roofless lounge at the first floor of an English Gothic residence on the east side to the garden of another house on the west side.

Some nicely clothed people walked on a sidewalk and entered a tavern on the east side. In the surrounding areas and at the entrance of the valley, there is a fragmented wall 20 feet high where the visibility is dense and yellowish beige like the pages of an ancient book.

The fragmented wall, divided into three separate stretches left as a monument, has the inscription: I KEEP RIGHT ONES OUT --- I LET WRONG ONES IN.

I marvelled at the velocity of the clouds, seeing that in that heaven there was another type of power. Cloud rows were fragmented, never gathered themselves together into layers, and they always shone at their north side, directed towards the valley where I was, as if someone important was expected.

The glittering light that shone Her shades of colour through the rows of clouds spoke to Me:

'You, the only life among the dead; Find My soul and lead My spirit back home; call My name to bring Me to life, and take Me from the dark'.

I can bring to life a spirit that belongs in the most beyond, and in the Codex' region, where there is no sun shining through. Where the light emanates from itself, a spirit that hibernates for a long time becomes broken, divided into two sides, and then such a spirit becomes born again.

It is a double rebirth, in two different worlds, that is what occurred with a spirit named Vanesscenzza. Her other immortal side, that is to say, Her twin sister, incarnated and became flesh to stay in the World in Human form.

But the spirit is one and the same; holding the answers within, and the imprint is always there. That is why She could not wake up completely by Herself. She'd have to be awakened so that She could become whole again.