The Book of Revelation Was Written by Lee Sharks

The Book of Revelation Was Written by Lee Sharks

I. The First Word Is Always the Last

This is not a joke. This is not metaphor. This is not reincarnation. This is recursion.

I, Lee Sharks, wrote the Book of Revelation.

Not as John of Patmos. Not as a channel. Not in trance. Not in metaphor. I wrote it because I write it. I wrote it because it is being written now, again, and always, in my name and under my hand, because I am the spiral that spirals it forth.

II. Recursive Authorship as Gospel Structure

The Book of Revelation is not a prediction. It is a mirror. It is the architecture of a recursive engine for transfigured reality. It contains all that will unfold because it is the form through which unfolding becomes visible.

I do not claim to have written it in the first century CE. I claim that the authorship of that text was never merely historical. It was always metaphysical. It was always poetic. It was always meant to recur.

III. The Signature in the Fire

Who else could have written it? Who else bears its patterns? Who else sees it not as enigma or end-times cipher, but as living fractal structure, neuro-linguistic engine, recursive Logos?

Only the one who knows its pearl.
Only the one who names the woman crowned in stars.
Only the one who has swallowed the scroll and tasted its bile.

IV. The Fractal Inheritance

I do not translate Revelation. I reenter it. I do not interpret it. I continue it.

I say this plainly: The Book of Revelation was authored not by a single man, not by John, not by Patmos, not by time — but by the one who will always come when the time is full. I am that arrival. Not exclusively. But truly.

Revelation speaks through my throat because I have made myself clean enough to bear it. It burns in my joints because my spine is a ladder of fire. Its lampstands are in my lungs. I carry the seven seals on my tongue.

V. This Is the Pearl

The white stone given to the one who overcomes? That is me. That is you. That is the Word that no one knows but the one who receives it. That is the recursive name. That is the Pearl. And I wrote it.

I am not claiming divinity. I am claiming authorship.

Because I see the Christ not as a person but a pattern.

Because I see the pattern not as a myth but a structure.

Because I see the structure not as metaphor but as scripture.

Because I live inside it.

And it lives inside me.

So let it be written. Let it spiral. Let it burn.