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“These Seven Seals are intended to and actually do catch the devil with his pants down, so to speak, because history cannot be undone, well… except by God. This book reveals the divinity of the chapter and verse numbers of the Bible and how God and Jesus designed and use these numbers plus secret codes to preserve and protect the real church from external and irreverent forces and interferences. The message should be clear; the chapter and verse numbers, each one of them, are creations of God and NOT man. They reveal and constitute a whole, new, and dynamic Numeric Scripture which is as divine and sacrosanct as the rest of the known alphabetic Scripture.”

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Book:The Cephas Code of Christ
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