And I turned I saw seven lamps In the midst was one like a son of man
with a long robe and a golden sash around his chest. His head and his hair were white as white wool, like snow. His eyes were like a flame of fire. His feet were like burnished brass, as if it had been refined in a furnace. His voice was like the voice of many waters. He had seven stars in his right hand. Out of his mouth proceeded a sharp two-edged sword. His face was like the sun shining at its brightest. Don’t be afraid. I am the first and the last. Write the things which you have seen. I fell down before him.