All things are wearisome, more than one can say. The eye never has enough of seeing, nor the ear its fill of hearing. What has been will be again, what has been done will be done again; there is nothing new under the sun. Ecclesiastes 1:8-11
Some people are born at the beginning of good times. It’s usually after catastrophe. They spend their entire lives in a world which only knows happiness and prosperity. Others are born in the bad times. They are usually traumatised and hardened by the experience.
If you’re middle-aged like me, you were born between the two. You grew up in the good times, but you will die in a world of mayhem, turmoil and strife. That’s what’s coming, starting in the 2020s. This blog is an attempt to reveal what’s causing it to happen.
God, in his mercy, has provided us a database for what to expect. We’re not the first people to go through this. Civilisations rise and fall, keeping time with the cycles of the sun. This is not a time for fear. It’s a time for joy.
An apocalypse is coming. A revelation of the truth. The overthrow of tyrants, injustice and deception.
It’s gonna be lit.
I met a traveller from an antique land, Who said—“Two vast and trunkless legs of stone Stand in the desert. . . . Near them, on the sand, Half sunk a shattered visage lies, whose frown, And wrinkled lip, and sneer of cold command, Tell that its sculptor well those passions read Which yet survive, stamped on these lifeless things, The hand that mocked them, and the heart that fed; And on the pedestal, these words appear: My name is Ozymandias, King of Kings; Look on my Works, ye Mighty, and despair! Nothing beside remains. Round the decay Of that colossal Wreck, boundless and bare The lone and level sands stretch far away. Ozymandias