I sank deeper into the hot tub, the water’s heat seeping into my bones as the steam rose like incense from an ancient altar. My mind wandered back to the Temple days, when the high priest didn’t guess at God’s will—he consulted it directly. The breastplate, the hoshen, with its twelve stones glowing mysteriously.

Exodus 28:30: “And you shall put in the breastplate of judgment the Urim and the Thummim, and they shall be over Aaron’s heart when he goes in before the Lord.” Urim—lights. Thummim—perfections. Divine oracle, letters illuminating answers to kings and commanders. Questions of war, peace, succession—all revealed through the ephod’s gleam. No ambiguity. No interpretation needed. God spoke through the stones. Fast-forward to today: no Temple, no breastplate.

But Rabbi Matityahu Glazerson sees the codes as our modern Urim and Thummim—hidden matrices in the Torah text, glowing with prophecies for our generation. And they’re speaking loudly: October 7, the comet, Gog’s wars, Damascus’s fall. All clustered in the letters, waiting to be uncovered.

The End of The Darkness

Glazerson’s work isn’t fringe; it’s rooted in tradition. The Vilna Gaon himself delved into codes, seeing them as layers of divine wisdom. In videos like “The Seventh of October in Gematria & Bible Code” (March 2025) and “For the Anniversary of the 7th of October in Bible Code” (October 2025), Glazerson lays out matrices from Deuteronomy or Ezekiel where phrases jump out: “Seventh of October,” “Simchat Torah attack,” “Hamas invasion,” “Gog Magog begins.”

Exact matches, skipping letters in precise intervals. He ties it to the holiday’s haftara—Ezekiel 38-39 read during Sukkot—showing codes for “Iran orchestration” and “multi-front war.” Russia (Magog) arms links, Yemen drones, Lebanon rockets—all encoded. And the comet? Matrices with “Star of Jacob Elul 25,” “seventy days visible,” clustering near “Nasrallah fall” and “Damascus heap.” It’s not random; it’s revelation. Like the high priest’s stones lighting up for Saul or David, these codes illuminate for us—an end-times roadmap straight from Torah.

The Zohar (III 212b) amplifies this: the Star of Jacob signals Ishmael’s decline, wars stirring, a fiery leader rising. But how do we know the details? Codes fill the gaps, functioning as the evolved oracle. Palvanov, in his lectures, nods to this mysticism: the Zohar’s prophecies align with Glazerson’s findings, the comet peaking on September 27, 2024, kicking off seventy days to Assad’s December 8 fall.

Codes even predict the “political earthquake”—matrices with “Assad flees,” “palace looted,” near Isaiah 17:1 phrases. We saw it: rebels storming Damascus, furniture flying, selfies in the throne room. Amos 1:4’s fire on Ben-Hadad? Codes cluster “bunker-busters Nasrallah,” “three buildings collapse.” Visuals encoded millennia ago. The Vilna Gaon warned: Gog starts Tishrei, around Hoshana Rabbah. Codes confirm: “October 7 Gog spark,” tied to Sukkot vulnerability.

Where Is Christianity?

Christians? No equivalent. They pray for signs, interpret dreams, and claim Holy Spirit whispers. But no systematic oracle like the breastplate. Revelation’s symbols—seals, trumpets—are poetic, not precise. No matrices spelling “October 7 attack” or “comet Elul.” Perry Stone or Charisma speculate coalitions, but miss the codes’ pinpoint accuracy.

Messianics add Hebrew roots, but retrofit: October 7 as “birth pang” (Matthew 24), without the holiday flag. You celebrate Tabernacles, but ignore the haftara’s Gog tie. Why no living text oracle? Torah’s letters are infinite; yours static. We consult elders (Deuteronomy 4:9, 13:1-5); they showed me codes as Urim’s heir—lights revealing truth.

This chapter sealed my return. Christian prophecies felt vague; Jewish ones were visual, verifiable. Codes predicted the sequence: October 7 spark, comet ignition, Nasrallah rubble, Damascus heap, Ishmael waning. By 2026, Iran’s nukes degraded, protests boiling, Trump-Netanyahu pushing deals or strikes. The oracle speaks: redemption nears.

My Christian friend, my Messianic brother: Codes glow with October 7, Damascus—where’s your oracle? Why no matrix warning the holiday spark? Ours did. This is the call—see the album we didn’t lend.

Next chapter: Where’s Your Cyrus? Isaiah 45 calls.

Hazan Gavriel ben David