||The Relevation to Johannes
||His hair was white as wool, or as snow, and his eyes
blazed like fire.
||His feet shone like brass that has been refined and
polished, and his voice sounded like a roaring waterfall.
||When I saw him, I fell down at his feet like a dead
man. He placed his right hand on me and said, "Don't be afraid. I am
the first and the last."
||"I am the living one! I was dead, but I am alive forever and ever. I have authority
over death and the world of the dead."
||"Write, then, the things you see, both the things
that are now the things that will happen afterwards."