And Jesus answered them, “Take care that no one deceives you
with carefully constructed government cover-ups and misinformation. You will
hear of gyroscopic propulsion systems and secret spy planes, but these are not
the end; see that you are not alarmed. Nation will fight against nation and
kingdom against kingdom using the advanced technologies but this is only the
beginning.
Then you will be handed over to be tortured by the FBI and interrogated before the Committee on Science and Astronautics. You will be hated and denounced as a whistle-blower, conspiracy theorist, lunatic. And many will fall away. Many false prophets will arise offering Communion; they will deceive many. But anyone who stands firm to the end will be saved. This good news of kingdom will be proclaimed to the entire galaxy as evidence to the species. And then the end will come.
So when you see the appalling abomination, of which the prophet D. spoke, flying over the windrowed heartland try to remember that you have a camera. But let the reader understand, you may see nothing more than a dancing blur of unfocused light, ill-defined shapes screaming toward the horizon. Escape to the mountains if you can.
There is evidence of galactic maleficence at work here. Alas, alas for those who have been abducted, raptured by large eyed demonic manifestations from space. Pray that you will not be among their missing numbers. For then there will be great distress – explosions of radio transceivers, lethal light beams and heat rays, colored lights that hypnotize and mass hallucinations – great distress unparalleled since the world began.
If anyone says to you, “Look, here are the crop circles of the Cosmic Christ,” do not believe him, or, “Look, he is in the desert of New Mexico,” do not follow. Because the coming of the Son of Man will be like lightning striking in the east and flashing far into the west. Where the corpse is, there the vultures gather.
Immediately after the distress of those days the sun will be darkened and the moon will be bloodied. Televised preachers will write books about the convergence of holiday festivals and lunar events and the power of reason will be shaken. He will send his angels with a loud trumpet to gather the elect, but a louder Trump will unleash great winds upon the land. Sky and earth will pass away. You don’t know when, but sky and earth will be burnt away.
As it was in the days of Deucalion, so will it be again: people eating, drinking, taking husbands, paying taxes, right up to the day Deucalion went up into that floating casket. And they suspected nothing. Then of two men in the fields, one is abducted and probed, one is left; of two women grinding their teeth, one is taken and impregnated with alien seed, one is left.
So stay awake, because you never know when the night is coming. It may already be too late. Get on your radios and sound an all points alarm. Block all highways, stop all traffic, and call every law enforcement agency in the state. They're here already! You're next! You're next, You're next...
Then you will be handed over to be tortured by the FBI and interrogated before the Committee on Science and Astronautics. You will be hated and denounced as a whistle-blower, conspiracy theorist, lunatic. And many will fall away. Many false prophets will arise offering Communion; they will deceive many. But anyone who stands firm to the end will be saved. This good news of kingdom will be proclaimed to the entire galaxy as evidence to the species. And then the end will come.
So when you see the appalling abomination, of which the prophet D. spoke, flying over the windrowed heartland try to remember that you have a camera. But let the reader understand, you may see nothing more than a dancing blur of unfocused light, ill-defined shapes screaming toward the horizon. Escape to the mountains if you can.
There is evidence of galactic maleficence at work here. Alas, alas for those who have been abducted, raptured by large eyed demonic manifestations from space. Pray that you will not be among their missing numbers. For then there will be great distress – explosions of radio transceivers, lethal light beams and heat rays, colored lights that hypnotize and mass hallucinations – great distress unparalleled since the world began.
If anyone says to you, “Look, here are the crop circles of the Cosmic Christ,” do not believe him, or, “Look, he is in the desert of New Mexico,” do not follow. Because the coming of the Son of Man will be like lightning striking in the east and flashing far into the west. Where the corpse is, there the vultures gather.
Immediately after the distress of those days the sun will be darkened and the moon will be bloodied. Televised preachers will write books about the convergence of holiday festivals and lunar events and the power of reason will be shaken. He will send his angels with a loud trumpet to gather the elect, but a louder Trump will unleash great winds upon the land. Sky and earth will pass away. You don’t know when, but sky and earth will be burnt away.
As it was in the days of Deucalion, so will it be again: people eating, drinking, taking husbands, paying taxes, right up to the day Deucalion went up into that floating casket. And they suspected nothing. Then of two men in the fields, one is abducted and probed, one is left; of two women grinding their teeth, one is taken and impregnated with alien seed, one is left.
So stay awake, because you never know when the night is coming. It may already be too late. Get on your radios and sound an all points alarm. Block all highways, stop all traffic, and call every law enforcement agency in the state. They're here already! You're next! You're next, You're next...
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