It’s like the beginning and the end are real and everything else in between is entirely fiction. But that’s the subject for a whole other slew of videos. My point is that Christianity adopted far older texts and rewrote them into the garb of the Book of Revelation. The sibling oracles and much of the content of the ancient Greek and Roman prophecies became what is known as the Book of Revelation. The seven seals, the seven vials, the seven thunders. There’s so many earths, the seven-headed dragon. There are so many things that we find in more ancient writings.

But not in the Old Testament or in the New, just in Genesis or Revelation. The sibling oracles are mysterious, and of course many of them are lost. But through Tacitus and Tatian and so many other ancient Roman writers to mention them and tell us about the books of the prophecies of the Sybil, we have some of them today. We also have the Book of Revelation, which tells us quite a bit. And the mysteries that are attached to Serenthius, who is attributed to have provided much of that material. Not John the Apostle, which was later Christian cover story.

Enjoy this presentation. This is about the legacy of the Sybil that was passed on to Rome and how Rome preserved it. So what we have today is the Book of Revelation. The court of Tarkinius, the seventh king of Rome, was frenzied with activity. The news had spread like a plague of the trade waves from Khumai. Knights, men-at-arms, acolytes, servants, mercenaries, foreign dignitaries, all together in a train, a huge escort ensuring the safe passage of the Sybil. The prophetess brought old books to Rome. The visit was 515 BC. Very ancient prophetic traditions from the era of the goddess were preserved among the temples of Ionia, the Aegean, an ilium of Trojan fame.

The Hellespontine Sybil preserved many in the temple of Gurgis, as did the Urethrae, the Urethraean Sybil. The Khumaian Sybil visited Tarkin the Proud in Rome. Among her writings were very ancient fragments from the Delphic and the Pythian Oracles. A host of silent observers gathered to see the Sybil, they gazed upon her austere servants, each holding three ancient books reverently. Hundreds of pairs of eyes stared at the wondrous tones, full of the secrets of the past and future. The Greek prophecies did not bow to the region of Rome. Instead, slowly, she spoke in Latin.

I bring unto you something more important than the future, she whispered. As she spoke, a servant’s torch kissed, a brazen altar, and the flames danced up toward the dish. What gift you have for the king, asked a servant, a thin man descended from a once wealthy Etruscan family who had lost their estates to equestrian class Latins? I bring no gift. The court stilled, only the fire filled the silence. The king stared hard at the Sybil as she continued. In ancient days, we set the thrones. Our vision saw the coming of kings. The fall of the sky, cities buried.

We hid the words of the mother. We have gathered the books of Ugarri, of Ionia, the Minya, Makan, and Shekalish, the secret Sybil. We have seen our fall, the darkness in Ileum, barren fig trees in Kumai. The court listened, understanding that the Syrus was revealing the fall of the Sybil. But she stood majestic as she continued. You shall pay ten talents of silver, one talent gold, and one bolt of fine cotton from Gupta in the nine mows king of the seven hills, she whispered, as the eyes of the steward widened.

The price for the Sybil’s books. Tarkan leaned forward, this clearly betraying the mold of his mind. He spoke, I’ll pay nothing. The court hissed when the pale tattooed arms of the Sybil grabbed the three holy books in the first servant’s hands and tossed them into the fire. They crackled and burned quickly to the shock of the congregation. The servant collapsed to a knee crying, You witch! The king of Rome stood gazing into the flames. A thousand years of prophecies and secret codes and hopes cast into the fire. He sat down slowly as her words sliced quietly over the crackle of the flames.

You shall pay ten talents of silver, one talent gold, and one bolt of fine cotton from Gupta in the nine mows king of the seven hills, the price for the Sybil’s books. The king said nothing. The steward opened his mouth, but Tarkan silenced him right hand raised, staring angrily at the Sybil. She waited only for the space of a breath. The second servant whimpered when the seerus snatched three books out of her grasp and thrust them into the cauldron. The fire hissed like a devouring serpent as the people in the court raised their voices in awe, in disbelief and protest.

A twitch of fear passed over Tarkan’s face. The third servant girl stepped backward in terror of the Sybil but backed into two large sapphic knights, protectors of the Sybil. The prophetess of Kumai took her books and turned to glare defiantly at Rome’s regent. You shall pay ten talents of silver, one talent gold, and one bolt of fine cotton from Gupta in the nine mows king of the seven hills, the price for the Sybil’s books. Several shouts from the court. A woman in the crowd begged the king to pay. Another voice cried out that he would pay three ships of sponges from Sardinia and twenty ingots of iron for the remaining books.

Someone else yelled they would give her a vineyard estate for the remaining works. Tarkan said nothing and the Sybil did not hesitate. She cast three more books into the fire as the third servant girl fainted. Several moans cries of surprise. An old woman in the back of the court wept loudly. Body wracked with shutters. The king stood and descended three steps. The sapphic knight stepped forward. The capitoline guards raised their shields and worried, knowing of the fearless valor of the oath sealed warriors of the goddess that had attained knighthood. The Sybil said nothing as she gently took the tenth and final book, the largest, from the hands of a fourth servant girl.

Her head bowed, tears on her cheeks. The Sybil walked up the steps toward the king and thrust the book into Tarkan’s hands. When she whispered, he was the only one who could hear her. You shall pay ten talents of silver, one talent gold, and one bolt of fine cotton from Gupta in the nine bows. King of the seven hills. The price for the Sybil’s books. Tarkinius was forever known as the Proud, Tarkin the Proud. He paid the Sybil. The last book of the Sybil in Oracles was treasured by Rome, copied, preserved, and consulted by the Roman senate.

Libraries throughout the later republic and then the empire were filled with passages from the Sybil’s books. The Sybil walked away knowing that nothing had been lost. For the fourth girl held in her grasp the whole of what the nine were but parts. The ancient Greek prophecies were adopted into the writings of the Roman church. In this way, we have much prophetic material preserved even today in the form of a prophetic text you know popularly as the book of Revelation. The church never stamped out the goddess. It adopted her.

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