The Letter on My Activity in Calendar Time

I, Giorgi Ionta Hyperion started my religious activities in 1987, the 1000th anniversary of the Christianization of Russia. At the time, I went to Lavra of Zagorsk, and there I was given the cross of the Russian Empire. All the Kings, including Peter I and Nicholas II were anointed with this cross. To cut it short, the blessing cross of the Russian Emperors is with me, and I have been keeping it since September 1987 to this day. So I have been the Cross-bearer for 33 years.

In 1989, the Ark of Noah was passed on to me by this cross and to this day I have been the keeper of this gift, which people call the gift of God. In 1989, by the will and purpose God, I removed the first apocalyptic seal from the Altar of Noah. In spring of 1990, by the will of God, the sanctuary of the Holy Fathers, who were the custodians and keepers of the greatest mysteries, was passed on to me and I became the server and the sacred hermit in the caves called Berta Rock. I prayed and offered sacrifices at the Church of the Virgin Mary, located in the village of Nunisi, between Old and New Nunisi, where I spent seven years. In August 1990, an ancient civilization tomb located in the Lord Meadow near Berta Rock passed into my custody.

In spring of 1991, on the early summer, King the seal of King Melchizedek was passed on to me. Its last owner had been David the Builder –“the sword of the Messiah”. I have been the owner and server of this secret seal to this day (1991-2020). Since fall 1991 to 1994, I devoted myself to the secret of Rachel, the wife of Jacob. I "conserved" her secret, wrote down all the secret signs written on the stone tablets, deciphered them in time and space and kept them secret.

At appointed time of God, I left the Ark and traveled to Latvia, where I worked in Sigulda, a town near Riga. The other half of the secrets, written on the stone of a secret tomb, was in the Sigulda Forest. At that time, I was visited by Enzo Galina Galinno, the head of the Vatican Court (Judge) during the papacy of John Paul II. During his visit Rev. Enzo Galina Galinno left Catholicism and was converted to Orthodoxy by my ordination. After the baptism he became the bearer of my cross.

Soon afterwards, at his invitation, I traveled to Rome and visited John Paul II in Vatican. Before my departure, I shared the secret of the tomb in Latvia to Enzo Galina Galineno and he received the status of the first witness before God.

During a trip to Italy, to Nazareth, the Lord “presented” me with the stone of St. Peter, which was kept as a parchment in the Gospel, found by Apostle Peter. This stone fell into his hands when the Lord told Peter to throw a net into the sea. He pulled out a large number of fish; St. Peter put his hand into the throat of the largest fish and to his astonishment, took out a green-and-purple secret stone (a pebble). On the night before his crucifixion, Peter gave the stone to his wife in the cell. Unnoticed by anyone, she stole this treasure and escaped from Rome. The Samaritans helped her to hide, as she was made pregnant by Peter that night in the cell. She gave birth to the son of Peter in the emerald crypt received by the word of Christ.

Understandingly, the wife of Peter was “snooped around” in Rome, and the pursuers followed her, but by the grace of God she disappeared. It is still disputed whether his beloved wife gave birth to his son or not. As to me, the greatest mystery was revealed to me by the Holy Spirit and by the will of God I have “found” the holy blood of Peter and this mystery is buried in my heart and soul.

As I received the stone in Nazareth and after I finished my work in a secret tomb, all the servants of the devil stood up against me, because I was with the Intelligence department during the civil service. By the grace of God, I “caught” all my persecutors and “petrified” their intentions. On my way home, first to Moscow and then to Tbilisi, I had to abduct the people on board of a plane on a special flight, with the lawyer of President Yeltsin and his wife and up to 27 bodyguards and two pilots among them from an Italian airport. The airplane was followed by two military jets, but I finished all the negotiations in the sky and landed safely at the Moscow airport. Another great miracle of God was that I passed the local special services and snipers safely...

It is fall 2020 now and I am in Tbilisi. It is the birthday of Virgin in just two days.

Back then, I had an informational correspondence with General Shalikashvili. The letter he sent me is kept with Givi Alaznispireli (Rikiashvili). Although the information was known to the people from the local newspapers of the time, such as: “Asaval-Dasavali”, “Noah”, etc. Around 1994, Givi published the first of five volumes: “The Greatest Discovery of the World (which will change the thinking of Mankind)” with reference to me and my information. I was in the woods near the tomb of Rachel when he presented the published book to me.

In November 1994, I was passed on the secret of Mount Dedabera. I explored the tomb and a heart-shaped cup of Communion of the Biblical Kings was passed on to me. From that day on, I became the Father of Custodians of Holy Grail and the patron of the gates.

In May 1995, a great burden fell on my shoulders: I started working to discover the gates of the hidden city. The secret names of this city are: St. Cattle Shed, Jebusi, Salem and Jerusalem. At the same time, I worked covertly to discover and open the inner gate of the city, which I did with absolute precision, discovering the entrance to the gate and stopped digging. It was 27 meters deep; I dug an internal tunnel and reached the boulder of the front gate. It was by the word of Lord that I carried it out. It was a cave covered with a huge boulder depicting the combinable faces of a human and a lion. The gate of Jerusalem is still in the same condition today.

Time is known to all. Our Lord pointed out to us the star gate of Heaven appearing in the sky.

In 1997, due to the great invasion of devils, I closed the secret entrance of Sigulda in Latvia, too.

In July 1998, I took a small sculpture of the head of Moses in Vardzia and have kept it in secret to this day.

By the will of God and the love of St. Virgin, in fall 1998, the main archives of the Russian Empire were passed on to me at the behest of the great Holy Father Seraphim of Sarov. Meanwhile, a friend of mine and I went to Siberia to meet Rev. Leonti, the last Orthodox Patriarch of Russia, “the Heaven Keeper”, who, by the grace of the Holy Spirit, had already been revealed the story of my arrival.

On the way back, I met the greatest Magi of recent times, Nicholas Kalert. Just as Rev. Leonti had been informed by the Holy Spirit, so was Nicholas Kalert, who had been anticipating me for a long while. About seven of us visited Nicholas, along with the Guardians of the Holy Grail, a large fraternity called “Saulis Gatve”. On that day, as he handed me the ancient “Book of Nebrot” and told me: bless me, for the time of my departure is at hand.

Now all the treasures are in Georgia stored in a cave to which only I have access and from that source of knowledge I present the wisdom to my nation by the name of "Ecliptical".

When the Kurban Bayram in Mecca was destroyed by the fire, a great prophecy was fulfilled and by the will of God, I was sealed as the last Mazar.

The story of my life is full of adventures. Here, as in Italy, the pursuers chased me but I brought all their intentions down to nothing: I just paused for a second and prayed to the Lord: "Neither Heaven nor earth will shake; I promised to bring the seal to Georgia."

And so it happened: the ring and belt of Mazar are in Georgia. When it was all over, I lit a candle and sang an old Arabic prayer in my mournful voice at the grave of Agar, the mother of Ishmael (whose grave was taken under the custody by my ancestors and I am still its keeper) and at last my tired shoulders found shelter at the rocks.

I will not bother you for long; I will just tell you that my family name, Maziashvili is directly related to Ishmael, as my great grandfather was his son-in-law.

Now I am sitting at the waterfront with my eyes full of tears. I am old now, growing old is hard; it is the biggest plague of all.

“And calls me Avtandil to hunt - I still think he is a hero. All my deeds still cry. I felt the sweetness of love and I am tightly bound. My name is Giorgi and those, who do not believe in me, are donkeys. The world calls me Jirji; cast off your burden! And I appeal to all the mothers: please, grow sweet little ones.

However far away I may be, you will not miss my wave energy. The waves sing nicely, the moon has the path of Light and all the birds sing about it”.

Giorgi Ionta Hyperion