The Grand Sign in Heaven

Why I Watch the Sky | Manny Volynsky

They’ll say I’m mistaken. That I’ve confused symbolism for science, myth for metaphor, prophecy for poetry.

Let them.

Because I know what I’ve seen. I know what I’ve studied. And I know what I feel rising in my bones every time I look at the sky — especially now.

There is a planet coming.
Not a rock. Not a lifeless orb. Not a chunk of ice from the Oort cloud.
But a living world. A companion to Earth. A twin. A witness. A remnant of the beginning.

And it is returning.

Not to crash, but to come alongside.
Not to destroy, but to disrupt and declare.
Not as an invader — but as the Grand Sign Joseph Smith said would precede the return of the Son of Man.

“Then will appear one grand sign of the coming of the Son of Man in heaven. What will the world do? They will say it is a planet, a comet, &c.”
— Joseph Smith, History of the Church, 5:337

He said the world would mock it.
Call it a comet. A flare. A trick of space dust and sun glare.
They’ll feed you NASA press releases and polished explanations.
But that won’t stop it from coming.

Because it’s real.

This isn’t something I believe because I read it in an obscure paper or followed a conspiracy thread.
I believe it because I’ve studied what the ancients carved into stone — stars with streamers, gods riding in celestial boats, beasts and wings and wheels of fire.
I believe it because I’ve read Joseph Smith — not just his canonized revelations, but the words from his own mouth, passed down by those who heard him say it plain:

“Two planets… will come together. Not squarely. But in their rolling motion, they will touch… and the Earth shall reel to and fro like a drunken man.”

That’s not metaphor.
That’s orbital mechanics.
That’s history repeating itself.

But there’s more. There always is.

Because this planet — this returning orb — it’s not just a sign. It’s a home.

I believe, with everything in me, that Zion — the City of Enoch — is aboard.
And maybe the Ten Tribes, too.
Maybe those who never bowed to Babel, who were preserved above, as Enoch was, until the day of restoration.

“And the day shall come that the earth shall rest… and Zion shall come forth out of all the creations which I have made… and we will fall upon their necks, and they shall fall upon ours, and we will kiss each other.”
— Moses 7:63

That’s a reunion. A docking. A celestial embrace.

Enoch wasn’t taken away to a spiritual abstraction. He was taken to a place — a body — another world prepared and preserved.

And that world, Zion, is coming back.

Some say this is fringe theology.
Some say Anthony Larson was too imaginative, or that Joseph’s words were misremembered.

But I’ve learned to listen where few are listening — to temple walls, to ancient facsimiles, to the recurring dreams of prophets and poets.
They all say the same thing: the heavens declare.
Not just beauty — but warning, and hope, and the promise of return.

I am watching the sky.
Because something is coming.
Because we were promised.
Because He is coming.

And when the world trembles, when the sea lifts, when the powers of heaven shake and the governments of men fail to explain what’s plainly above them…

…I’ll be watching.

And I’ll say: He told us. And now it begins.

— Manny