Rain-dropsfrom Hell:
Judgment Day begins in the USA!
Rain drops keep fallin' on my head; but, that doesn't mean my eyes will soon be turning red, cause, cryin's not for metho' rain drops keep fallin', they keep fallin' (or, something along those lines, from a 1970 secular classic by B. J. Thomas).
Birthof the death, of a global super-power: Bye, bye Ms. American Pie!
Thus, we conclude this study, in shall we say, virtual 'surreality'(?), on a note of more surrealism, featuring still the American and his dream-machine. In this 'machine', he rides the wave of modernism, at the crest of an unprecedented streak of applied ingenuity that is ultimately not of himself (although he will never see it this way, in this life, both his machine and the wave being without parallel, in human history). He begins each day blissfully submerged in a sea of innovation. Who could ever have envisioned that he would, at this momentat the same timebe perched so precariously astride the horn of an impending, piercing dilemma (all of this highlighted by a backdrop of a minimum six thousands years of bone dry, technologically barren landscape behind him, and, all of humanity)? No one, even now, can imagine thus so terrifying a dilemma being deliberately, specifically tailored and purposed intentionally so as to catastrophically shred him and his world, forever. Hence, many, many times removed from discrediting either God or His word by means of an intellect sharpened and honed through superior education and/or his new technologies (a.k.a., enlightenment, and, modernism), he by his industry has been a leader in the establishment of the reality and viability of creation's Intelligent Designer, and hereby, the credibility of His Bible, with all of its claims, including all of its last-days prophecies (each virtually as ludicrous, as it was untenable, prior to AD 1900!).
As one observes and ponders the predicament of his Divinely ill-fated but most blessed of nations, it is as if witnessing the American's dreamyesterday sweet, apparently eternal, treacherously his alonetoday turning sour, as it gives way now to an eleventh-hour, pot-bellied pregnancy. Fertilized in vitro on the sperm of a promise (well outside the womb of either practicality or reason), that pregnancy was canned, preserved until our times only within the beaker, of the prophet's sealed vision. Out of a two thousand year dormancy, from an embryonic past, that vision is an ancient impregnation that, having been borne to term (the beaker now broken), at this moment labors vigorously to birth of itself an assured, calamitous doomherein, here and now, duly noted to be fast approaching, yet, no less future. It is, moreover, like watching the slow motioned unfolding of a spectacularly nightmarish Hollywood portrayal starring a proud, highly successful, but, damned fool luxuriating, even as each step he takes, and his every breath threatens to make of him a macabre casualty upon a bed of thirsty, bloodsucking, ghoulish flames. To him, that bed is unrealizable (Ps. 51:1; Rev. 18:7).
For the aforementioned reason, then, like a Nabal-ic farmer (I Sam. 25:1-38), or, a rich man in a tale of Lazarus (Luke 16:19-31), the fool reaps with joy the benefits of all his fields. In arrogance, he acknowledges no authority, recognizes no power greater than that, such as he perceives in himself. Having sown his fields in delightful expectation, he has purged his mind of the reality of Godof any God, that is, beyond the tip of his nose. In so doing, he is therefore ignorant of the biblical tares of prophetic crosshairs subtly embedded within the fruit of all of his endeavor. They sprout like markers and beacons; like tracer-rounds they point to the Bible's Supreme Creatorthe Object, of his abject displeasure. Like sowing the wind, and reaping a whirlwind, so likewise, he has plowed the grains of his innovative schemes only to harvest unwittingly, in sheaths of circumstantial evidences, proteins of knowledge that confirm the scriptural prescription for his eventual demiseeach cross-hair therein being trained unwavering, without flagging, directly upon him. Everything he touches or produces proclaims, There is a 'Living God', before whomone day soonyou will give an accounting! The remainder of the world will be given the privilege of personal repudiation and a global, collective rejection of this God, upon the battlefield of Megiddo (Rev. 16 & 19)very much in keeping with Hollywood's blockbuster parodies like Independence Day, The Apocalypse, Armageddon, the Day the Earth Stood. The fool of Babylon, however, will be forced into an irreversible nosedive, wherein he will crash and burn before Him, without fuss, or, fight.
Raindropsfrom hell!
Thus, like a mutually despised puppet, Babylon's stuffed, overly satiated fool dangles precariously on the ends of his fresh, yes albeit, freshly worn-out strings. Wretched and rejected, a tedious sight to say the least, his visage turns even the stomach of Almighty God. Having served his purpose and outlived his usefulness, he is now himself, excessively ripened for a rude, perhaps, but truly great awakening. When finally jolted from his slumber of denial, a fleeting sight most egregious will hail him: His dream in hot retreat, as a shearing greeting written upon sheets of torrid flames from Hades races up to assail himflames that drop, out of clear blue skies, like rain-dropsfrom hell. From within thundering clouds of death, they will spring, strapped piggyback onto Magog's SS-18 SATANs, SS-24 SCALPELs, RS-24 Iskanders, SS-25 SICKLEs, SS-27 TOPOL-Ms, SS-NX-30s (sub-launched SS-27s). These will doubtless have as accompaniment a blazing hailstorm from ship-to-shore Shahab-3s and 4s (maybe some 6s, if finished), as well as those that pop out of suitcases, strategically dispersed in a 'coordinated' initiative within the geographical confines of this fool's Paradise.
The Outer Limits of the Twilight Zone
Like a 'dead man walking' who has fallen unexpectedly into the grave of his worse nightmare, suddenly aroused, the American will discover too late that he has been dumped from his dream world onto a slate marking the twisted ending of a perceived (by the ancients) but unfathomable fairytale existence; one set to finale, as if it were in the 'Outer Limits' of a 'Twilight Zone'. He will realize beyond redemption, recall without Hope, that he was ever near in the sights of an angry Godwho would gladly, no less, have lovingly snatched him into the warmth of His saving embraceyet thenceforth, so far away from the consolation of that soothing grace. There will be no time allowed to acknowledge wrongs; no time left to recant; no time to repent. With each hellish rumble of Hades' heartless thundering, cold-hearted firestorms raining all around, and, although there will be plenty of reasonas an entire civilization and culture disappears relentlessly behind the unquenchable bite of multiple toothless conflagrations, each highlighted by billowing tresses of thick smoke and black sootthere will be no time permitted even for crying. He will be given but one last hour to suffer then, the pangs and the ravishing pain of the realization of his hopeless, helpless, unredeemable plight.
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It is a plight, one might add, that some even now, dare to believe can never be! Such thinking will, therefore, serve well as the catalyst that heightens the drama of his sudden, cataclysmic downfall! Irony of ironies, is it not, that this hellish grasp for souls in shock and awe will, in turn, set the stage for a bountiful harvest of souls worldwide, where his preaching has only assured their loss!
Like the bus carrying the baseball players from a college in Ohio, which plunged, at high-speed, over the end of an off-ramp overpass that dead-ended without warningkilling the driver, his wife and some of the players (03/02/2007, or, 2008?)so this one-of-a-kind Union of States has been on a deadly collision course, locked at loggerheads, with its Maker and Founder, from its beginning (popular evangelical/fundamentalist romanticisms aside).
He who turned the tables in Babylon, so as to pit hypocritical American northern WASP against neighboring, hypocritical American hell-spun, southern Celt during the Civil War (bloodying the nose of Uncle Sam, freeing African slaves, at a cost of 691,000 livesthanks to the wisdom of the Celt); He who tore down a one hundred year tradition in the form of a subsequent, substitute evil (against the newly freed Africans), tore down a tradition, that is, of a law-sanctioned, white racism and white supremacy called Jim Crow (US brand apartheid, which though checked and constrained for now, yet lives on), by black hands wielding a Bible (as opposed to machetes, bayonets and bullets), in addition to simultaneously raising the status of women to levels unknown anywhere else in the world; this same Sovereign Lord, the Self-Existing Eternal One (Jehovah Elohim, the Son), is standing by, poised, patiently awaiting the day when He will once more, for the final time disappoint the expectation of the arrogant of prosperous Babylon. He will squash without mercy the haughty doubters and scoffers of an American society loathed from its roots upwards. He will insist, as He has commanded (and, as Able Archer almost commissioned in 1983), that nothing be left in the wake of its horrific crash that will ever revive beyond the smoldering of its fading, red-hot embers, that glow even now, on the strength of a fertile and fervent anticipation.
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He who having erected a defense against any future possibility of a God-sanctioned division within the corridors of Babylon, retaliating by teaching a different Christ, salvation, and prophetic message than that of the Bible, masquerading before the world, pandering and disseminating denominationalism and sectarian thought as if it carried the weight of gospel truth (when the Book of Truth even his church will not study!), will be brought low, and reduced to nothingness, perpetually. The targets of His wrath will be the un-churched, of course, as well as the churchedbut not savedof whatever persuasion, of whatever race; no matter his socio-economic status; his easy-believism is damning; his church membership cannot save!
From Fiction to Fact!
Although it was spun like fantasy and for two thousand years resembled an intellectual syndrome symptomatic of an over-clocked mind's eye, carrying a weight no greater than that of an imaginary tale, The Revelation of Jesus Christ is not the stuff of science fiction. As it joins ranks with all end-times Bible prophecyfrom both the Old and New Testaments, predating either practical science or its nemesis in fiction by up to 2500 yearsit's 18th chapter relates a God-devised, God-sanctioned threat that is very much real; the extreme danger of a HEMP lay-down/HPM-strike to this country equally as much imminent. Since the opening of Pandora's
Box and the dropping of the first fruits thereof, the world's only remaining super-power in Babylon the Great (not Babylon, Iraq!) has been strong (yes!), yet, no less naked to its coreby no means, impregnable (consider 9/11, per the Trojan Horse Affair, pp. ). By expose' of its well formed, now vulnerable, tender Achilles heel, the greatest of them all isat this very momentvery much susceptible to being brought down, and, she will be brought down hard, in the biblically mandated span of only one hour. She will collapse, drenched, as if showered in blood brought by rains dropped, but, straight out of hell itself! In this way, God will see to it personally that these United States of America, will forever cease to be.
Herein then, for the inquiring mind, lies the best explanation as to why she cannot be found on either side of the spectrum during the relentless, overwhelming Russian orchestrated and led European/Muslim assault upon Israel according to the prophet Ezekiel (chap.s 38 & 39; detailed in the book Prelude to the Apocalypse, also by this author), or, following the third global war in the opening chapters of the Revelation (chap. 6). The Melting Pot of the World will not exist, as, Babylon the Great (#2) will have been reduced to rubble and ashes, on its way down to the ever-lasting Lake of Fire (Rev. 20:11-15), by way of a millennial hell (Luke 16:23-31; Rev. 20:5, 6b).