I’ll say this: If after reading the book you agree with this review, you can in fact evoke my “Burn the Book” guarantee. Simply print out the book, burn it, film the fire, and then send the video and the book ashes back to me and I’ll gladly reimburse you every useless penny you spent.
Despite this abysmal review, however, “The White Secret: Mysteries of The Holy Ghost Revealed” is now available for pre-sell for $33 (as in thirty pieces of silver, for you will undoubtedly be risking the betrayal of all you hold dead — by which I meant dear — in reading this book).
Once it is completed, it will be sent to you in a PDF. (The physical copy of the book, and the ability to purchase a physical deck of the cards as well, will be coming later this year.)
This book is a monstrosity. It is from the Future and all things from the distant future are by definition monstrous to us.
It is also a labyrinth. And a synchronicity spiral that reveals messages (yes, we here at The White Council wholeheartedly do believe that they are extremely important messages) about the future heaven-on-earth timeline that is in danger of being deleted. And why it is in danger, and whose fault it is, and what will happen if it is. (Nothing less than true love itself is in danger.)
And instead of trying to prove the authority of this message or its source (who is Saint Germaine), all I’m going to do is drop a plethora of “calling codes,” so you can beckon yourself inside the book all on your own.
Because really this is the only way it will call to you, if indeed you are meant to experience it and receive the messages it holds.
For days, weeks, months, years, and possibly even decades, you’ve been experiencing strange appearances of certain numbers, words, and phrases. They seem significant, but also unreachable, and any meaning they might have feels veiled from your eyes.
Or, if you feel you can grasp some aspect of their meaning, it still feels as if the deeper, more potent message is still hidden.
The White Secret is the first is a series of channeled works that will kid the veil from your eyes. (Which was supposed to be lift, but also kid. As in joke and also as in children, which is funny because of how significant the child/baby code becomes at the very end of the book. And because of how truth has always been veiled: in a joke. And also in the mouth of babes. And also in works of art. All of which — as the abysmal reviewer alluded to—this book is.)
It is here from the most improbable, impossible future that we did in fact win, but which was so impossible and improbable that it exists “in absentia,” hovering in a tenuous, fragile state that requires we walk it again in this lifetime (with walk-ins, which figure centrally in this new myth), to anchor it into existence. And so we have returned from the future, sending ourselves codes and clues into the present in the form of synchronicities that act as metaphysical breadcrumbs, leading us along the rainbow bridge timeline back to heaven-on-earth.
The codes are the clues, and the call.
If any of them hook you, you are called. The book is meant to be in your hands and will lift the veil from your eyes as to the meaning of the codes that have been reigning over, drifting into, and sometimes even assaulting you from the future. (And if none of them hook you, nothing I can say about the importance and magic of this book will matter. You might as well stop here and move on because for you, there will be no more colossal waste of time than reading it.)
And so without further ado, here they are...