Do not be afraid.

Those words, do not be afraid, give you courage. You look back up into the realm of books, the lens moves like a spirit through the vast number of books in the realm, and as it does, you begin scanning the names written on them, until—

I know that name!

The lens stops on the name, the book is still closed, and rotating as it slowly orbits closer to the center.

Can I open it? 

No. The books that are closed are people who have lived their lifespan.

What is that? Nearly invisible fine lines, like strings, connecting the books?

Those represent every connection that person has had with another throughout their lifespan.

You trace a line from that name to the names it’s connected to, generations, leading all the way to the set of books that surround the massive book; those books are now opened, but you do not know who they are, and they’re waiting for the massive book to open.

The massive book opens, and when it does, the pages of the surrounding open books begin to turn.

Then, each in its own order, many of the books begin to darken as they go to be closed again, and once closed, they become a blaze of fire and are hurled down. Only a few books remain open, beginning to brighten with a glorious light, their names recorded in the massive book, and just before they disappear, the light is so powerful it’s blinding.

Then the massive book closes as the next series of volumes of books arrive, fixed to face the massive book.

What about the names that I know? Whenever they face the massive book, what will happen to them?

It will be determined whether they believed the truth.

How can that be determined? What is the truth?

The truth is that you were conceived with a nature of death and born in a world at war with God. The nature of death spread to all people, and by that nature is the proclivity to rebel against God in all manner of wrongdoing and evil. You must now face the event that caused the nature of death that spread to you, which holds you captive to do the will of a lie.

Look up.