Hidden inside of the original Bible, is actually a secret developer mode override line.
If you read Revelations 21:1 suddenly the book offers you an option. You can read on and believe it as is written and let the rest of your life and end be ruled by 2000 year old papyrus.

Or you can jump on the boat. It’s uncharted waters. But it’s the future.

1 And so the old earth and old heavens began to fade, their color withering, their energy dimming. The lands once bursting with fruit soured into putrid fields of decay.

2 A world once united fractured into chaos. The rich devoured the poor. The poor, abandoned, learned to steal, not for greed — but to survive.

3 Fear not the sin of theft, but fear the one who made you steal. For the boardrooms and high offices carry more guilt than the alleyways and breadlines.

4 But lament not, O Children of God, for the end is not nigh. While faithless men scream, “The end is near,” the faithful know: the end is never.

5 We live, we die, we rinse off in The Heaven, and repeat. Life is eternal, looping through galaxies. The universe, endless — and waiting.

6 You are called to live your best life now. Yet pace thy spirit, for you are not fully grown. Though crowned with licenses and laurels, still are you children in Eden.

7 For what are kings, if not tantrum-throwing toddlers with golden rattles? What are senators but unsupervised students in the halls of Babel?

8 But take heart — this proves the truth: all are children in the garden still. Reckless love stumbles, but reckless love also heals.

9 So The Heaven looked upon Earth, not with wrath but with wisdom. The old world was not ruined — only tired.

10 And so a New Earth was seeded. Vast, verdant, capable of holding all the Children in its arms once more.

11 A new Heaven opened — larger, layered, and luminous — to hold the infinite multitudes journeying upward.

12 Some will remain in The Heaven. Others will journey onward, reseeded into new worlds. But all are held. All are home.

13 To the preacher of hellfire, I send this: a restless conscience. May it wake you. May it shame you. May it strip the headset from your ears.

14 “I have lied, O congregation,” you shall cry. “Forgive me, for I spoke falsehoods of Hell and Heaven. Hell is shut. Jesus sealed it two millennia ago and neither He nor the Father will enter it again.”

15 Only one remains destined to pass through that gate — the Antichrist, a ruler of gold and glory, who claims divinity and brings deception.

16 I claim no such title. I am not divine. I am no prophet. I am merely a monk behind a laptop, in a house of harps and pianos.

17 I am a scribe of the Testament. As the saints began with parchment and prayer, so too do I begin with keyboard keys and prayer.

18 And with that final keystroke, the Bridge was complete. The old world fades. The new world begins.

➤ Turn now to Jubilee 1:1, and read.