Another Normal Day?

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It was a day like any other day. Nothing out of the ordinary had happened; not since Noah started building that monstrosity of a thing he called an “Ark”. That was, let’s see, at least ten years ago. Back when there were a lot more trees in the area. Before the animals started acting goofy, hanging around Noah’s acreage like it was some kind of a zoo. His whole side of town looked like some strange menagerie.

Everyone thought the world of Noah and his family; until he started with his “God talk.” I mean, we didn’t mind him doing his own religious thing. Whatever tripped his trigger was fine with the rest of our town. Hey, we even volunteered to help him with his Ark. But none of us could stand to hear him preach.

Apparently he had some sort of visitation from his God or something like that. He started talking about this thing he called grace, and floods, doomsday, and that thing he said he was to build.

On and on he’d talk; yammer, yammer, yammer. God this, God that. Evil this, evil everything. You know, he was really getting under our skin. He’d ruined the neighborhood with his “calling”, and his holier-than-thou attitude was ruining his long time friendships.

I’ve never said this to anyone else, but for a while his preaching made sense. I could almost feel as though his God was trying to communicate with me, encouraging me to believe what Noah was saying. But then he’d mention the thing he referred to as judgment; it would make me mad and I’d walk away.

Hey, nobody likes to be preached at!

I’d be the first to admit I’ve got a wild side and my language isn’t the cleanest (though I do try and clean it up when I’m around women and children). I don’t chase after women, but there’s no harm in checking out the market, is there? I’m an adult, and all adults should have the freedom to act like they want to, as long as they aren’t hurting anyone in the process.

Now there ARE some really big and bad dudes around. HUGE men! Men that are a good 2-3 cubits taller than most men. And UGLY; my are they ugly. They do anything they want, to whomever they want, whenever they so please. I’m really afraid of them. I just hope I never have a run in with them. They LOVE to smash heads, break legs and arms; even kill people just for “fun”.

At least I’m not THAT bad.

Like I said, it was a day like any other as I walked down the street towards Noah’s place.

Funny thing, though. Where there were usually tons of animal noises, hammering, barking of orders; now almost complete silence. Kind of an eerie feeling, if you know what I mean. Everywhere else I looked, things seemed normal. Stores were all open, with people buying and selling as usual. But not over by Noah’s place. No animals could be seen, and neither were any of Noah’s family out and about.

The one thing I did notice was the Ark’s huge door closing on its own; as though an enormous, invisible hand was pushing it shut.

Yes, it WAS a day like any other until I began to feel the earth shake and quake under my feet. All around me buildings were reeling and rocking, falling in ruinous heaps in just moments. People were running without a destination; just running, trying to escape from something, anything.

Then it happened. With a force I’d never witnessed before, tons and tons of water came bursting through the ground. Mud and debris began flying everywhere, and there was no place to hide.

This wasn’t supposed to be happening! Noah couldn’t have been correct! Every one of my friends knew he was a kook. Fanatical, nutty Noah is what we called him. This COULDN’T be happening!

Then the skies seemed to open, as a deluge of water started dumping upon us with such intensity, no one was able to stand. The earth was being inundated as water from beneath and above pronounced the Day of Judgment’s arrival. Doom’s Day had come.

The last thing I remember thinking, on that day no longer called “normal” was, “I was wrong.”

“For as were the days of Noah, so will be the coming of the Son of Man. For as in those days before the flood they were eating and drinking, marrying and giving in marriage, until the day when Noah entered the ark, and they were unaware until the flood came and swept them all away, so will be the coming of the Son of Man. Then two men will be in the field; one will be taken and one left. Two women will be grinding at the mill; one will be taken and one left. Therefore, stay awake, for you do not know on what day your Lord is coming. But know this, that if the master of the house had known in what part of the night the thief was coming, he would have stayed awake and would not have let his house be broken into. Therefore you also must be ready, for the Son of Man is coming at an hour you do not expect.” (Matthew 24:37 – 24:44 ESV)

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2 Comments

  1. Have you ever heard of the Epic of Gilgamesh? Well, it’s identical to the Genesis flood bedtime story… but written about 2 to 3 thousand illusory-like years before the handbook of predictive programming called the ‘Old Testament’ started its circus show.

    ‘Utnapishtim’ became the flood hero ‘Noah’ in the newer version.

    By the way friend, predictive programming is found in ditties, myths, songs, shows, art, movies, science, and religion. The subtle messages program the subconscious mind, nudging you to focus on an event, so as to increase its probability it’ll occur in the ‘future’. One who experiences the event thinks it’s a natural occurrence, instead of recognizing it to be as staged as the Ginsu Knife sales pitch.

    There’s a coastal water event that is being planned by those who are directing both mainstream and alternative media. Since most carnival patrons don’t control their attention, it’s highly likely it just might occur.

    The arc of angles assists in creating the perception of ‘things’. In essence, the ArcAngel is the ‘Arc of Angles’ (created by the mixing of the 3 energies that are subjectively interpreted as colors red green blue when they come together to make the first Hexagram).

    An Archon creates using Angles.

    The arc of archeology brings the illusory-like past and presents it as real to those in the present.

    The arch connects duality, and presents it as one. Two bull horns of bull.

    The ark is the arc of electricity that El-ectrifies, and provides what is wrongly thought of as ‘life’. All brought to you by Elhohim (the Elected Hebrew name for God).

    • Bed time story? I must say, your command of the English language really impresses me. But why are you so against faith and “religion”, as you call it? I discovered something 39 years ago that wasn’t what you call predictive programming. It was an encounter with Jesus Christ. Not only did he change my life, he keeps changing mine and others. Maybe you could ask him to change yours?

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