Nostradamus Reveals

Lewis Philips

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Did Nostradamus predict who would would enter the new city? Find out if Lewis Philips is the one in his latest book:
Nostradamus Reveals.
From the octagon tower, a story unfolds about a group of surfers gathering for adventure, friendship, and adrenaline. Bear, LP, Mason, Brownie, George and their friends, a testosterone-amped community of surfers and bikers, live on the dangerous side of the law, both by choice and by necessity. But what happens the next day has nothing to do
with surfing. A chance discovery is about to change their lives... and end a few of them.
At the Bora Ring, an ancient Aboriginal ceremonial site in Outback Queensland, a Scroll awaits to be found. In the discovery, each man faces his own curiosity. Has the Dreamtime seeped into the world?
Can they trust Tibrogargan, Brownie’s folklore ancestor? What messages are the women trying to share, and are the women real?
That night, the men find more questions than answers. Their quest for understanding takes them on a journey spanning over forty years and venturing around the world.
Mysticism, spiritualism, drugs, love, and violence are but distractions to save and deliver the Scroll. In the year 2010, the Scroll will give up one of its many secrets, and when one of the men realises a quatrain from Nostradamus foretold his participation in the journey, they’ll learn that their adventure is far from over.

Sujets

• Fiction
• Fantasy

Informations

• Publié par: Balboa Press AU
• Date de parution: 16 août 2018
• Nombre de lectures: 0
• EAN13: 9781504313995
• Langue: English

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NOSTRADAMUS REVEALS
WHO WILL ENTER THE NEW CITY?
LEWIS PHILIPS


Copyright © 2018 Lewis Philips.
 
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The author of this book does not dispense medical advice or prescribe the use of any technique as a form of treatment for physical, emotional, or medical problems without the advice of a physician, either directly or indirectly. The intent of the author is only to offer information of a general nature to help you in your quest for emotional and spiritual well-being. In the event you use any of the information in this book for yourself, which is your constitutional right, the author and the publisher assume no responsibility for your actions.
 
Cover image © Fotolia
Certain stock imagery © Lewis Photography
 
 
 
ISBN: 978-1-5043-1398-8 (sc)
ISBN: 978-1-5043-1399-5 (e)
 
Balboa Press rev. date: 08/03/2022
CONTENTS
Foreword
Introduction
Acknowledgements
Book 1
Past
Present
Future
Book 2
Image of the Past
Book 3
New Amsterdam
New York
New Babylon Falls
Book 4
Archaea Rising
FOREWORD
What the author reveals now, is stranger than fiction, and the book you are about read will leave readers thinking, is it more than fiction . Much of the book was inspired by actual events and in the end the book became the story.
What happened in April 1996? Well, it’s rarely repeated, because it gave the author goose bumps when spoken. These few words are what inspired the author to write, and now’s the time to reveal how a phone call set off a chain reaction one day in April, when a young lad got involved in a car accident. Jay was riding his friend’s push bike when the brakes failed and the bike went hurtling down a steep hill, even as a van swerved into Pakenham Street, Aroona, causing a high-speed impact, sending Jay smashing into the windscreen. Sirens could be heard from Phil’s home one street away as ambulance, police, and emergency services began to arrived.
Jay was rushed to Nambour Hospital and moved quickly to intensive care, where he was placed on life support. His injuries were critical, and his parents were informed that his chances of survival were slim and dependent on the outcome of emergency surgery, but unfortunately, there was no surgeon capable of performing this operation at Nambour Hospital.
To make matters worse, the boy’s injuries were such that he could not be moved to Brisbane’s major hospital, Royal Brisbane.
That day, while staying overnight on a business trip in Toowoomba, Phil’s wife Betty updated him on Jay’s condition. Throughout that night, he had difficulty sleeping, tossing on his bed; he remained positive that a strong young lad like Jay would eventually beat the odds. He must know he was in good hands with doctors doing all they could for him.
The next morning, Betty called Phil to tell him that Jay would undergo a major operation which, if successful, would save his life.
When Phil finished seeing his business contacts in and around Toowoomba, he would drive the two and half hour trip to the Sunshine Coast, north of Brisbane. By late afternoon, he was ready to drive back home, first heading west and then north-west, followed by a sharp right-hand turn at Yarraman. That was a shortcut route back to the coast.
Toowoomba happens to be the largest inland city in Queensland, perched high on a mountain range of red soil, which in part is an extinct volcanic crater. From the crater rim at Highfields, one can spot the road cutting eastwards to the coast, the route most travellers followed to the west or east.
Heading west, he turned right to Kingsthorpe on to Goombungee, and from there, left to Quinalow, Maclagan, and Cooyar. He continued along sharp winding bends, cutting a path heading down The Great Dividing Range.
Phil’s thoughts were still focussed on Jay, who he hoped would recover fast, while trying to concentrate on his driving. One more dip in the road, and then it was almost a straight drive to Yarraman. The only intersection coming up was one minute away, and as Phil thought of Jay, tears welled up in his eyes.
His thoughts flew back to old school days, when students were taught that God is omnipotent and omnipresent. He recalled a saying from the past: “May the healing spirit of God rest upon you.”
At that very moment, something unexpected happened at the intersection, which he had crossed several times before. Seemingly from nowhere, a red sedan appeared, speeding into the junction from left field. Drivers on the main road had right of way. There was also a Give Way sign to remove any confusion. Phil braked hard, allowing the speeding sedan to just brush past without crashing.
A wordy duel followed, when suddenly his eyes fell on the sedan’s number plate: JAY16. Phil’s first thoughts were, Oh my God, this could be an omen. He somehow knew that if he left this sign behind, he would be abandoning Jay.
From that moment on, Phil followed but tried not to shoot past the red sedan. When they started approaching the town of Yarraman, the vehicle continued into town as he turned right to the coast. However, that was not the last time he got a sign.
On arriving home, he shared this incident with Betty. He then asked her, “How old is Jay?”
Betty answered, “Fifteen.”
“Well,” Phil said, “he’ll make it to his next birthday.”
Lying down, he explained what had happened, and that’s when an image flashed before his eyes from a painting hanging on the wall.
From these unexplained events, a mantra evolved, and he settled on the final words based on number 23; twenty-three letters in the first line, twenty-three words in total, delivering within what he called the Scroll.
They dropped in on Jay at the hospital a few days later and found him in good spirits, sitting up in bed and greeting them with a cheerful smile. As with everyone who has had an operation, Jay showed his battle scar. His wound looked almost healed.
Phil reflected back on the chain of events that led to Jay’s recovery: how paramedics arrived first on the scene, and how a top surgeon was flown in on a helicopter from Royal Brisbane Hospital to Nambour Hospital; it seemed no less than a miracle.
So the journey begins, to save and deliver the Scroll, but first we have to go back in time. The year 1973.
INTRODUCTION
I think the best way to describe this read is a journey of discovery to find answers to some of the perplexing issues facing the world’s population, both physical and spiritual, and our place in the universe. Does this book have the answers? I leave it up to readers to decide.
I Am the 0ne - Lewis Philips was published in 2014 and includes, past publications - Past, Present, Future - Image of the Past & New Amsterdam, New York, New Babylon Falls. The new title, Nostradamus Reveals completes the series and includes the final chapters in Archaea Rising .
ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS
I would like to thank my family for their support over the past few years with my obsession to write, especially Betty, who at times thought I was too consumed in writing these books. For our sons and daughters, we hope they find insight in our journey through life. I acknowledge and thank them for their support and encouragement.
I am concerned about our environment and believe that primates of Sumatra and Borneo need our protection from habitat destruction. A percentage of profits from this book will be made to organisations that protect the orang-utans.
BOOK 1
PAST
PRESENT
FUTURE
PAST
1
Perched high in a gum tree two eagles watch over their domain - The Glass House Mountains. The spiritual home of the Kabi Kabi people, custodians of this ancient land. Atop Wild Horse Mountain, one hundred and twenty-three metres above sea level, a lone figure, stands motionless, wearing a black Driza-bone waistcoat and hood. Hands are on the central platform, as he looks to the horizon on sunset bursting into colour. Lightning strikes are seen; looking eastward, and gusts of rain push through the wooden structure without walls. It doubled as a fire observation post, and communication receivers dot the tower roof.
One can only guess what he’s doing.
Suddenly the octagon tower shakes, as one aerial on the roof takes a direct hit, and the eagles take flight across a large pine plantation, heading south through this ancient land. Streams of vehicle lights lead to an old rundown homestead; better known as a Queenslander resting among weeping willows on the swollen banks of Enoggera Creek, Brisbane, in the year 1973.
Flashes of light reveal a Kombi flanked by Harley-Davidsons in a misty driveway. George, the driver, was paranoid about knocking over any of the bikes. He did well, considering his pounding headache from a bender the night before.
As the guys lined up in the back, heads bowed, Bear pushed open the Kombi side door with a