Chapter One: The Star That Broke the Silence. This story is inspired by the mysterious Star of Jacob and the wonders found in its prophecies.
Star of Jacob Comet 2024 – Seventy Days to Damascus Fall
On September twenty-seventh, twenty twenty-four, the sky lit up. Not fireworks. Not a rocket. A comet. And seventy days later, the city Isaiah named became a ruin. Christians, where was your countdown? I still remember the night. It was Friday—twenty-fifth of Elul. I stepped outside, towel around my neck, steam from the hot tub still on my skin.
The air smelled like fall. And up there—quiet, cold, impossible—was this streak of fire. Not a plane. Not a satellite. A comet. C/2023 A3 Tsuchinshan-ATLAS. The Jacob Star. Numbers twenty-four seventeen. Truly, that night was marked by the appearance of Jacob’s Star—a celestial sign with echoes of the ancient Star of Jacob prophecy.
Star of Jacob Comet 2024 – Seventy Days to Damascus Fall
A star shall come out of Jacob. A scepter shall rise out of Israel. The Zohar said it would blaze for seventy days. The sages said it would mark the beginning. That same night—same hour—Israel dropped eighty bunker-busters on Beirut. Three buildings folded like paper. Under the rubble: Hassan Nasrallah. Dead. The wild donkey’s first leg snapped. Seventy days later—December sixth—the comet faded.
Twelve hours after that, Assad ran. Rebels rolled through Damascus in eleven days. They didn’t knock. They kicked the door. Palace furniture out the windows. Gold curtains in the street. Hadad’s throne room—empty. Isaiah seventeen one. Behold, Damascus will cease to be a city, and become a ruinous heap. We saw it on our phones. Live. Raw. No metaphor. No spiritual fulfillment. Concrete, glass, and gunfire. In the night sky, the blazing star known as Jacob’s was a sign—the Star of Jacob—foretelling change.
Christian Prophecy Forums Lit Up
Now—here’s the part they won’t say. Christian prophecy forums lit up. Perry Stone, Charisma, Bearded Bible Bros—everybody yelling, End times! But where were you before? No one said comet. No one said Elul. No one said seventy days. No one said watch Nasrallah, watch Damascus, watch Syria flip like a switch. They read Revelation like a menu. Pick what fits. But the Torah? It gave you the calendar. What’s more, in all the wild interpretations, the Star of Jacob stays absent from their focus.
The sequence. The visuals. I was raised on Jesus is the star. They never told me the star had a date. They never told me about the donkey rides after the wild one falls. They never told me Damascus falls first. I asked my elders. They opened the book. They showed me. This isn’t theory. It’s footage. It’s history. It’s ours.
Your album stayed closed. Mine just played the track. Next chapter: three buildings fall. Amos one four. You’ll see. All these signs are interwoven with one ancient prophecy—the Star of Jacob.
Hazan Gavriel ben David