Despite all the hours of research I did, all the books I read and the countless hours spent in the library chasing down the information I seek - the biggest clue comes to me in a dream, several nights after I first read the cryptic passage in the Book of Enoch.
I write the dream down in my notebook the next morning - this is what follows.
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The dream begins with fear. I am cowering in the entrance of my family’s wigwam, my younger siblings held tight against my chest as we look up in horror at the night sky.
The sky is burning.
The jet black dome of the heavens is being torn in two, as a streak of golden fire falls down from above, blazing through the darkness.
This is no falling star - despite my youth, I know that well. In the distance, the racing flames reach earth
