Writing 101 wanted us to delve back into our scrubbed drafts in order to mine for hidden gold and recycle some of our words for poetry. There are at least 3 drafts that I really was passionate about writing and then for whatever reason (lack of time/energy, forgetfulness, life) I never completed and did not post. Abandoning these three disappoints me because they represent some of my BIG thoughts and important moments in my life since beginning this blog. Below you will find a first draft of some BIG thoughts I was trying to tackle in a post and wish I’d kept on with and published properly.

I am not tonight in the mood to rip apart old material. This piece got lost and off track and certainly needed more draft revisions. However, I am going to share it with you as is… unrefined, unfinished and incomplete. Just because, well, just because I am choosing to do so. Perhaps I’ll do the assignment eventually. Perhaps not. They did mention a cool little app that turns your tweets into poetry (but my tweets didn’t turn up anything worth sharing) called Poetweet. You might like to check it out for yourself if this topic doesn’t float your boat or read that brief little post of mine which I just linked from ten months ago. Whatever. I’m just glad you dropped in.

Heaven, I’m in Heaven… or is this Hell? Living in Biblical Prophesy

Dust off your Bibles! The news we are following in our papers, on our televisions and across the Internet are clearly spelled out within its pages. It is not a book of ancient fairytales but a historical reference and a guide for modern day on who, how, and when the horses will ride, ushering out the Church Age and delivering us to Armageddon and Rapture and never-ending grace.

I was a child of the 70s and I have very distinct memories of doing Nuclear War drills in elementary schools.  Hide under your desk and cover your eyes… giving us hope that we would survive a blast — I mean, they were telling us we had to be careful not to go blind after all!  They were telling us that hiding under a tiny little desk that was open on all sides but above would mean the difference between life and death.  These were supposedly “tools” that would keep us safe from harm but in reality it was mass brainwashing of an entire generation of children.  

I understand that the fears and wounds of WWII were still fresh on the minds and hearts of the adults.  But for me, what those safekeeping tools did was create hysteria that lasted into my 20s. I grew up in the small city of Eureka, California just a few short miles south of town was the Humboldt Bay Power Plant and so when the and in 1983 the graphic and disturbing made-for-television movie, The Day After aired. And everyone in America watched in fear and silence and perhaps to learn more so they could be prepared. I still remember sitting their at my aunt’s house in Illinois (I was visiting over the Thanksgiving week). If I hadn’t been traumatized enough by all of the war drills I’d been forced to participate in during elementary school, this movie solidified my fears. No one in Eureka had survived. Not a single soul. Yep, my Eureka. Eureka, California was nuked in the movie because we had a power plant. From that night on I knew I was doomed. It could happen any time. Every time an air horn sounded (which was probably bi-weekly, or I heard the sound of planes flying overhead in the middle of the night I began sweating and shaking uncontrollably I was triggered: This was it! The bomb was about to be dropped. I was as good as dead.

Now I wonder whatever happened to all of those old air horns. I haven’t heard one sound in decades. I don’t know how I’d react if I heard one, especially if it blared in the middle of the night. I know that when I hear airplanes in the sky I still look up at night and if they awaken me in my sleep as they so often did in my youth, it still evokes fear in me.

Now I view the world as a much, much more evil and hate-filled place. And I do not think it is because I am an adult trying to compare the world of today to the world of a sheltered child. People ARE different. Children ARE different. The World IS on a slippery slope into Hell.

I was not raised with a strong religious background though I have always believed that God has been very active in my life as Jesus also watches over me. And I was never exposed to Revelation prophecies. Until recently, I thought the End Times prophesizers were zealous religious wackos. But as I watch and read the news each day I am becoming more and more convinced that The Bible, the book we think of as past history — if we are among those that view at as having any truth or value at all — is telling the story of what is happening in our world today. All nations are coming together against Israel. Earthquakes are occuring.  There are beheadings in the streets, heads on spikes, earthquake swarms at key supervolcano locations and people are holding or wearing signs saying they disavow their God… The world we live in today is scary to think about and Biblical requirements for the coming of the anti-christ and Jesus himself are coming into fruition at an astounding rate.

Pestulence
Sons killing mothers, children shooting children.

This post is dedicated to the children of the world, the sweet innocent ones as well as those poor children who are themselves soldiers in a religious battle that’s tenants they do not understand, a battle between Good and Evil, God and Satan, a battle that will come and go in the manner God has foretold us of.  God is timeless therefore he knows the past, the present and the future all at the same time.  And as scary as the world is today I am coming to understand that these horrible atrocities we humans are committing against one another and our children must come to pass in order for true peace, harmony and grace to be delivered.  I am finally going to be baptised and ask my Lord and Savior, Jesus Christ, to shower me with his gifts and blessings. I hope that you too will keep your eyes open and your lanterns filled.