THE Most Vivid "Dream" Ever (Pt. 2)

 So, I went to the gift shop . . . nothing I really wanted to buy . . .just kind of browsing for local trinket keepsake items.  There was a cashier, a young blond gal about 30-34, fairly pretty, but rough around the edges (like the type you oft may come across in family-run road houses/gift shops along the interstates and such).  And I could sense right away she was part of the family-run operation.  We had small talk, then she came out from behind the counter and led me back to one of darker areas of the ramshackle establishment.  And she started getting a bit too engaging (conversationally) . . . and then quickly a big bearded dude (I assumed, probably her brother, or cousin, also part of the family-run establishment) showed up, as if looking for what she was up to, as if she was "trouble" and there was also another rough-looking in-house dude following.  Regardless of these guys, I was already suspecting I was being led into some sort of a trap and was already pulling away and thinking about my little compact motor bike left down in that dark, overhung place/semi-garage dank ground level entry area where fellow travelers and locals were still hanging loosely about, and imagining I might need to make a getaway, though I thought about it . . . driving the lone, cold night roads, perhaps running out of gas and in bigger trouble, so decided to wait out the increasingly foreboding scene. . . .

Indeed, I was still concerned about getting on my way and increasingly nervous that the new transport team was never going to arrive.

I pulled away and went down to that hang-out area . . . and, of all people "Stuttering John" (an early intern and character from the early Howard Stern radio days . . . was there, also rooting and hanging about.) 

[sidenote:  "Stuttering John" Melendez . . . has become a bit of a thing.  It's called "The Dabbleverse" ... and I would really need to do a podcast interview or something like that to explain it.  But trust me, I wouldn't be "following" it, if there wasn't some merit in it.  BASICALLY.... he is a class-A "malignant narcissist" . . . alcoholic, "has-been" that never was.... OY it's a long story... Well, and my take on him (unlike any other takes that have been proffered) is that he is a concise specimen of a demon-infested, anti-Christ, lost, headed-for-hell self-centered, delusional, disgusting, blasphemous (like evil always is when it manifests) epitome/nadir of the typical Godless, God-hating, Jesus-hating fools that are in abundance, and have been since The Fall.]  

[I suspect you who are reading this have no knowledge of "the dabbleverse" or "stuttering john" . . . but just, for purposes of carrying on the recitation of this epic dream, know that he ("stuttering john") is a classic, text-book narcissist (well, and I have long thought that THAT term, "narcissist" is being thrown around way too loosely, just like "racist" and all the other lazy, weaponized social-distracting, disparaging terms.) BUT IN THIS CASE (and trust me, I have longtime experience sussing such people out, before it was "a thing") IT IS APT and informative where we have a perfect specimen of that growingly ubiquitous personality condition.]

So, turns out, "Stuttering John" was one of the various scruffy, greasy, loitering, slightly annoying characters who also was hanging around that station.  He was dogging me the whole time, coming up too close, sweaty, greasy, too manic trying to get my attention but having nothing relevant to say, and I  several times actually had to politely kick him in the chest away from me.  He took it well the first couple times, sorta playing along, yet he persisted getting too close, but on the third time--after I was fed up with his sticking around and following me, telling stories, trying to grab my hands, put his head close to mine with arm around shoulder, continuously glomming on me--I kicked him away and he suddenly became nasty, dirty, angry.  I was just trying to wait around for the next transport, amidst the others waiting around, but getting ever more having a sense that something was not right in the situation.

I finally got away from him, and went back to mingling with the other characters who were lolling about that under deck/garage entry of the old mill/station/hotel.  And saw my little fold-up mini-motorcycle, scooter thing there amidst the others' luggage and various old garage car parts, hotel appurtenances, miscellaneous items, still un-molested--thankfully! because I'm now starting to think I might need to gas it up and get out of that dusty old waystation, and try to make it back home.

Milling about, I suddenly noticed across the way, beyond the dirt frontage road and train tracks, I saw in the waterway a flurry of boats coming up, intent, fanning out.  A couple of the other wayfarers stood up and looked along with me.  Quickly I noted that they were not vacationers or random boaters, but were all of type, green uniforms, green boats, the "military-aged dudes" . . . were obviously something new blaring into the once traditional bucolic homeland rural area. 

I said, "those look like Chinese military."  Everyone took more notice and mumbling, seemed to agree it was a strange lot.  THEN, military style jeeps and vehicles were coming up the frontage road near us, jumping out and rushing toward and accosting any civilians that happened to be casually about.

A sense of alarm picked up among us as we observed and tried to focus on what actually was underway.  I thought to grab my motor-bike and get away . . . but, there was not time for that, for within but a few minutes, they were now aggressively approaching and beginning to swarm the hotel/station we were at.

I bolted up the old stairwell back towards the lounge/gift shop/Mormon library room where the old owners had just been holding court, thinking to possibly hide. . . .

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[Sorry, lol, it looks like this will end up a bit of a novella!  I will continue through my roughly jotted notes, fwiw, and next we get into the part where the Chinese invasion and camps eventuated....]

THE Most Vivid "Dream" Ever Pt.1

 [Last night/early morning . . . I had THE most vivid and detailed and real-time, "lucid" dream I have ever had.  And that's saying something!  I've had a lot, but I've only just started mentioning these "new kinds" of dreams as opposed to the long trail of them I've had since a child; because since a few years ago, these dreams lately, as I've mentioned here before, are of a wholly different kind of style and nature.  Well, I've never been a fan of or interested in peoples' dreams in general, because there is so much room for self-serving nonsense and irrelevancy. I'm still not sure what to make of it, other than, I know it is unlike any I have experienced before, this particular dream, such that I took the time, about 3am to get out of bed and hurry and write down some notes while I could recall it.  I have some theories re this new kind of dream experience, but for now, I'll say they are just theories . . . nevertheless, these latest "lucid"-style dream experience is so new and unusual, that I feel it worth sharing here.  And without any analysis at this time I am just going to quick relate it in objective observant terms.]

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"It seemed I was out of town, job done, and needed to get back home.  Roughly, I was about a state away--what would normally, in other times, would be a 14-hour car drive, going south into the next state (as if working ie., in mid-Utah and was trying to get to mid Arizona, in terms of a geographical conception of the commute.)

I  had a sort of small "portable" motor bike type thing...like a "mini-bike/moped"--not big enough to make the full ride, small enough to carry on a train or bus along my way.  And so, it turned out, me and a couple other fellow familiar workers caught a designated, train that was part of a sort of community/public ride-sharing transportation system, and there were a couple of others, also boarding the train, also, worker-type dudes headed somewhere back home after a job or business of a some kind was over.  

The train was dirty, oldish--not a passenger train of any kind, solid and functional, but more of a generic day-today supply train carrying various things, products, BUT also would allow a few passengers included to take the ride (like in the old days--and, well, maybe even more nowadays!... when poor or frugal or spy people took rides on freight ships/trains, for a cheap price without any much luxury appurtenances, to say the least.  We were scruffy, tired, needed a change of clothes, each just plenty ready to get back to our unique homeward destinations; sitting on hard old wood benches, tired heads leaning, drowsing against the clanking, hard trainride-car walls. . . . [Well, and as I started getting slightly uncomfortable, I found myself floating outside, leery, and so, peering into the greasy old windows of the front main engine/locomotive compartment of the train, as it we were cruising along the tracks, and I saw about 3-4 dudes, in grey/blue  grubby, ruddy "department" uniforms, sitting on their bench/chairs, in a work-a-day somnambulistic glaze . . . just doing their job, half asleep, just wanting to get the shift over and get to their off-work destination.  They weren't at all concerned, because, as gritty as the system was, in general, things were automated, scheduled, and they expected the next shift workers would take over. . . .]

[As noted, we were headed south, but, as we rolled along, I felt "something" was not quite right, and then remembering, impressed that I had about a day or so of transportation time, hopefully, to get back  home, to my wife and family. The expectations was there were "Uber"-type characters who would and were suppose to show up to carry on the next phase of the transportation--either another train switch, or perhaps a bus, or a car.....]

Anyway, we finally came to the next scheduled stop, and we were directed to un-board and wait for the soon to arrive relieving transport. . . . But it was soon evident some kind of a screwup had happened--the next drivers/transporters were not showing up on time, nowhere to be found.  We were stranded now, at night, tired, and told to wait until "they" could sort it out.  Whoever was suppose to show up and take us along the next stretch of the route had missed their call.  There was a sense that it was possibly, stereotypical "millennial"-type "stoners", lackadaisical "government hires" . . . and that it might actually be many hours or more, or never, until THEY or someone else conscripted might show up to carry us on our way, according to schedule.

So, myself and the couple other fellows I was loosely travelling with--waited, shuffled about on the platform waiting for an hour or so, in that dark, damp night . . . milling about that empty little station post for a while, until it became apparent, at least to me, that nobody was coming anytime soon or ever, and definitely not soon enough for the time-frame I was expected to fulfill to get back home in time.  

I decided to grab that little motor bike I had been packing along; and the other couple guys followed, and we trudged across the tracks to a nearby ramshackle, but at least, dimly lit and somewhat inviting and lively outpost.  

It appeared as an old-mill style or once historic miner-town wood-framed establishment/hotel (built circa late 1800s it seemed.)  In that late dark night, I could smell  the sense that it had been there for a long time, one of the various old weather-worn side-station hostels along the trail-line, with many a now-weary tale to tell.  

Me and the other couple of fellows straggling, entered the place, resigned that we must wait until the "next ride" finally came along the tracks or road so that we could eventually continue on our journey.

There were people there--sort-of creepy and twisted, degenerate locals and some other random earlier travelers who had perhaps just decided to hang out there for a while, finding themselves increasingly comfortable and lazy at that particular outpost.  

It was a dilapidated old affair, damp, with lurking, molting spooky rooms available or occupied on the upper dreary floors; but on the main level there was a funky, trinketry gift shop, run by one a 30-year old white-trashy, over exuberant blond (part of the family-run operation) and a side sitting room/library  with bookshelves containing the standard LDS book collection, and so, not surprised, I realized this was an old Mormon family-run establishment.  The elder grandpa and grandma couple, owners were there, overseeing things, in another adjoining "sitting room"/parlor, sitting in comfy old chairs and mindlessly, wistfully, casually recalling and sharing local town legends, history and family with some of the wayfarers who were hanging about.

I went to the gift shop, trying to kill time, waiting for the next transport (train, bus, car, whatever) but also slightly worried about and conscious of my little motor bike I had parked in the entry/garage area below where several other travelers and occupants were just lolling about, jawing, munching cheap snacks and drinking and smoking in the dark recess, ground level, of that area near the local frontage dirtroad.  The train tracks just beyond that and I noticed a river or wide canal just further beyond some field and marshy land, to the west, about 200 yards distance. . . . 

[Next, in part 2, is where things got weird and startling and intense.  A certain kind of military operation suddenly invaded the scene and it went from there in such detailed and nuanced ways . . . that when I happened to "wake up", I ran downstairs in my boxers, 3am, determined to quick write down some notes of this dream--THE most lucid and detailed and unusual dream I have ever had; such that I felt it important to get into words, before it left my memory.  I don't know if any or what significance it might have, but it was so unique . . . for what it's worth, if anything, I felt compelled to document/share it.  And so I will continue to sort through my hastily, determined early morning notes to recall and write it here.  Well, and the Chinese invasion element was particularly detailed and realistically portrayed, I'll just foreshadow here now. . . . ]"

Part 5 of encounters/Crawling over broken glass to save one soul

 From what I am yet still being shown . . . about the seriousness of our situation we are actually in . . . I am impressed to recall this quote of L. Ravenhill regarding one of those who find themselves headed to Hell.  

And I find myself nearly ready . . . to crawl across broken glass . . . on my stomach . . . for miles . . . if one soul could be saved. . . . . . . .

What HE suffered and took upon Himself to block the deserved wrath of The Holy Father, is something that I am just barely comprehending.  

I will and must tell you this. . . . GOD IS HOLY, HE IS JUST and this reality IS WHAT IT IS . . . for HE IS WHAT HE IS--THE GREAT I AM!!!!!!   The Truth is The Truth!  Take it or leave it.

The enemies of God hate that fact, truth.  They say "it's not fair" . . . and then delve into being "the victim". . . . And then the devil is ever ready to assist them in having a "pop", a "best life now" in this world (the world the devil is temporarily ruling". . . . . . . 

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"Charlie Peace was a criminal. Laws of God or man curbed him not. Finally the law caught up with him, and he was condemned to death. On the fatal morning in Armley Jail, Leeds, England, he was taken on the death-walk. Before him went the prison chaplain, routinely and sleepily reading some Bible verses. The criminal touched the preacher and asked what he was reading. “The Consolations of Religion,” was the reply. Charlie Peace was shocked at the way he professionally read about hell. Could a man be so unmoved under the very shadow of the scaffold as to lead a fellow-human there and yet, dry-eyed, read of a pit that has no bottom into which this fellow must fall? Could this preacher believe the words that there is an eternal fire that never consumes its victims, and yet slide over the phrase with a tremor? Is a man human at all who can say with no tears, “You will be eternally dying and yet never know the relief that death brings”? All this was too much for Charlie Peace. So he preached. Listen to his on-the-eve-of-hell sermon:

“Sir,” addressing the preacher, “if I believed what you and the church of God say that you believe, even if England were covered with broken glass from coast to coast, I would walk over it, if need be, on hands and knees and think it worthwhile living, just to save one soul from an eternal hell like that!"

--from Leonard Ravenhill's "Why Revival Tarries"

Encounter Pt. 4 (Word to the wise and humble)

What I've called "the great dressing down" ("born again" initial experience/vision/encounter) happened, if I recall correctly, April 16th 2004.  Then, there was a second hammer of realization hitting the nail on the head within several months afterwards, where I saw that EVIL is real, and that if there is EVIL, there is GOOD.  AND THAT, evil is best described in specific terms IN THE BIBLE.  AND, I had a vision of JESUS gigantic in "space" above the world, above all, in His Hands, and I Heard "I Am The Way, The Truth, and The Life."

I was on a job, outside someone's house, painting their deck and railings, overlooking the city valley.  But the vision was within, what I Saw.

Afterwards, I called my wife driving home, in tears, saying, "It's Jesus!  It's the Bible!"--which was poignant at the time, for I had been studying and practicing one of the last (of the many) Hindu belief systems/religions (Vaishnavism) that I had long sorted through.  (Well, and that's after having sorted through Advaita Vedanta Hinduism, Buddhism, Zen, Sikhism, Sufism, Taoism, Mormonism, Yoga, and about 20 or so other isms and wanna-be prophets and mystic gurus/leaders of every kind. . . .) 

Anyway, so, I broke the news to my family, calmly, quietly, gently, and humbly--"It's Jesus!"  [Well, and this is after a many, many years of searching every religion worth searching for The Truth.]  I NEVER rejected Jesus, or The Bible, but was just searching to make sure I hadn't missed something.  Also, having been raised in a Mormon culture, my idea of "Christianity" was tainted. . . .

Oh, I could carry on for chapters re that whole spiritual journey... BUT, I want to get to the 4th encounter.

[Time is short, and what I am being Shown now in The Spirit is so intense and visceral and critical, that as long as able, I feel impressed to cut to the chase, while the opportunity is still available.]

[Well, and I'm not going to mince words, so forgive me if the recitation is a bit terse and not extra nuanced.... but, if opportunity comes up, I am happy to delve deeper.]

So, back to the story (which happened circa 2005-6), TRUE STORY!... I've seen that JESUS is God, evil is real, and the Bible is true....!  Meanwhile, I still had to go to work--do my basic labor job, painting, with a 35-45 minute commute on the highway, I15 corridor.... I'm driving, and the little demons who have been hanging around start to get alerted--"we've got a runner!" (meaning.... I am NOT going with the devil, the dark side and they have been casually hanging around, attached as can be, and now they are alarmed and alerted that GOD is coming to rescue, yet again, one of His own.)

SO, caught off-guard, startled, they double down (note: in the spiritual realm various levels of demonic entities are assigned to everybody, just like in an army--they have various menial tasks to do, like attach, harass, obfuscate, confuse etc., on basic levels)... BUT ... when angels at the behest of The Lord are sent to rescue, OR, The Lord Himself suddenly comes in, comes to task... THEY (the demons) get alarmed (because THEY have to answer for their assignment... and in Hell and amidst the demonic, they do not want to be on the bad side of Satan, having failed in their task of torment).

SO, now The Lord is present.  They scatter.  BUT, they still stick around hoping that I may fail again and then they can just get back to sleepy evil guard duty. . . . HOWEVER, NOPE!  JESUS, outside of time, and, of course, outside of any of MY ability or merit, INTERVENES and SAVES and protects.

I am driving in a car, going 60-80mph . . . day after day, headed to my daily work...but now very well aware that I am under spiritual attack.  One wrong move, one wrong lane change at the wrong time etc., can end up in a tumultuous, deadly crash and mortal death.  And THEY (the upset, now startled attending demons) begin to cause any harm or accident or mistake that they can . . . . . . AND I can See and feel them angry and wanting to do just such!

SO, I find myself . . . praying for protection, seeking, yearning for The Lord to cover me amidst the angry onslaught. . . . . ("they" ---the demonic assigned tormentors actually try to tell me to just drive into an abutment, or swerve, or make some dumb mistake)  BUT, I'm not falling for it.  

I find myself, after earnestly seeking and praying, with JESUS . . . IN THE SPIRIT . . . on a rock . . . just up the beach sands a bit . . . the ocean is there roaring like it does... but about 20 yards away.... 

He is sitting on a crag of a rock, in the sand, in His robes, casual, but earnest and loving and all there deeply, as He is.  And I am just kneeling, crouched in the sand, crawling....... and desperately reaching for even the hem of His garment, His robe.... 

The first time, I was actually sitting next to Him on the rock.  But as the attacks went on for days.... I found myself a foot or so away.... yet I could reach out my arm . . . just to touch the very bottom of His robe... AND THAT WAS ENOUGH! .... 

Well, and that went on for days.  Just even barely grasping the hem of His garment... with the tips of my fingers.... was enough to save and protect me from the alerted multitudinous demonic attacks.

Yes, there were waves against the shore and there was lively salty mist in the air; but the sun was always out--we were alone together.  He didn't say anything through these times.  He was just there, lovingly, knowingly, acceptingly . . . on that rock . . . being a comfort.  He DID give a beneficent glance and slight gesture (which comforted me to no end!) .... However... we didn't talk.  I wasn't actually asking anything, just needed some triage immediate comfort and protection, and that's all and what He provided. . . .  WHICH WAS ENOUGH FOR ME TO REMEMBER TO THIS VERY DAY, I must say!

This went on for about 3 weeks.  No words.  It was all mind to mind, heart to heart communication--ME, simply being in desperate need of GOD and we both knowing all the past history and meaning, both personal and macro.

This fourth "encounter" . . . . . . . . . I will describe at base, is simply.... His Presence and Love and All-knowing connection..... (sorry, "words" fail to convey... BUT the Spirit WILL convey, I dare say!) .........................and it was simply enough . . . just to TOUCH the hem of His garment/robe--on that salty, windy, ocean beach rock--for days, and days . . . . 

He is beyond all measure.  He IS lovely and love and all-saving. . . and a mystery to us mere mortals....

Fall down, drop down, crawl, plead for, pray for, and thus, endear yourself to having a desperate sincere spiritual craving and need for THE LOVE OF GOD!

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[Well . . . and looks like there may be a part 5,  I didn't intend that, BUT, He is, and I suspect He still wants to reiterate the import of realizing the reality of Hell. . . . 

What I have continued to be shown about it . . . should . . . scare the Hell out of you! God Willing!!!!]

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back in a bit... fwiw, I must continue this ongoing iteration.... The Hell part is no fun.  But I must and will relate what I've been shown--word to the wise, chosen, and humble

Encounters With Jesus pt. 3 (asking Him my question)

 This picture is almost exactly a depiction of the scenario when I had my first striking, personal, (near physically present) encounter with Jesus, in His bodily form.  [I told my wife about it soon afterwards, and she loves the re-telling of it to this day; because His sense of humor was involved amidst a brief, profound simple statement, and everyone has a sense of this aspect of His personality, whether they consciously know it or not.]

A couple of small differences (re the above pic) is that we were at the TOP of the rugged, rocky mountain crags, tip-top of the peak--and I was located about where this pov is coming from, looking at Him about 4 feet away. . . . It was also colder looking than this pic--barely any scrub vegetation, more austere, there was a brisk, bracing high altitude wind. . . . He was sitting on a rock, just like in that pic above me.  I was half-sitting, crouching against the sheer precipice . . . asking him my question. . . . 

It seemed to me at the time and in memory, that it happened to be atop my favorite mountain in the land where I grew up ("Mt. Olympus" in Salt Lake City).  

[Actual pic of Mount Olympus, winter SLC, UT--We were just barely

below and behind that far left-side side of the peak.]

[I had many other early continuous experiences, communications, and "shown-things" from GOD,  before this, as I was a neglected child of divorce, broken family, Mormon surroundings etc.; and found myself made early to seek the meaning of life, thus seek God.  And there have been several angelic protections/interventions I have perceived all along The Way, I believe.  But THIS humble missive is about JESUS deigning to appear and meet, when implored--so merciful is He . . . for one such as me!]  

And, just to note, I am focused on, and relating this small/profound experience of presence of God, because I am focused on the Eternal!--NOT the current hyperbolic news re events of the day.  The Way, is Spiritual, Within! Above all--with personal relationship with GOD!  I am well aware of all the "news of the day" and that people are thirsty for distraction from THE TRUTH of the Actual situation OF WHERE YOUR SOUL GOES AFTER DEATH! AND that GOD IS GOD!!!  YOU are not!  Submit, and seek and implore, repent, strive, persevere, DESPITE the constant attempted distractions, whether worldly or familial or any other iteration that the demonic imps can cause some stupid chaos...

 SO . . . it as actually before I consider my "born again" beginning (June 2004) "dressing down" 4-hour vision experience.... But, as I said, I had always been seeking and praying and meditating and seeking God.  

I was in a serious, desperate moment, and, yet again, beseeching God to show me The Way--The One True Way--and He arrived.  He was sitting on a craggy rock across from me, He was in His usual looking robes, and looking up at me with a sort of "you called me here and what do you have to ask" expression, slight, gentle smile, but intent.

I basically emoted--for talk in the spiritual realm is more "mind-to-mind", not physical mouth speaking--that I was in troublesome, besetting circumstances, at the "end-of-my-rope" . . . and astonished nevertheless to meet Him here and available.

I "said", "how can You have any intimate knowledge of and care for my small, meager questions and solace, when You have SO much and SO many others and issues to deal with at this very moment, let alone, throughout all past, present, future attention, intervention, consolation?  How do you have the TIME to sort out everyone, let alone ME with my petty concerns at this moment?"

HE lightly chuckled! (This is the part my wife loves in the story). He looked down away briefly, then looked up sweetly, wryly, but eye-to-eye . . . and said "I AM time."

He paused.  I was given a quick vision of the fact that HE is the Creator of Time and beyond time.  He said "I have all the time in the world."

Time is different in the heavenly realms.  It is not so linear.  It is (if I could put it into words) the all in all.  It is one thing.  It is all at once, yet there is an element of trajectory... but, ah, words fail.  BUT He showed it to me in my mind.

And it was a big relief!  He has "time" for EVERY SINGLE BEING AND PART OF CREATION, no matter how small and seemingly insignificant. "Not a single sparrow can fall without your Father knowing it."  

That is basically what He conveyed.  

Up there in there eerie heights, just the two of us.  HE deigned to answer that wondering question!  Well, and I know that many suffer from the sense of "why would God care about little old me?"

He is so vast, so involved, so intrinsically invested, yet Holy and apart, yet also loving and merciful.

God is Someone to love and to strive for and please and cherish and be grateful for, beyond measure.

There is no measure to Him.

Hence, He is God.

[Looks like there will be a part 4, as I get to more ongoing meetings on the rock, on the beach, with surging ocean, holding His hem, when the demons attacked..... ]

If You Are With God

 [. . . . Just impressed to share a quick note before I get to part 3 of my encounter experiences with Jesus. . . .]

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Above all, regardless of striking events going on, or about to go on,--know and recall that many such astonishing things have happened before, all through this story of mortal time we find ourselves within, throughout history.  A simple directive I feel impelled to relate at this time, as we see signs and reports of signs and amidst the general sense of dire import in the air:

If you are with God, and if God is with you, no matter the details of how this fallen world affects and ends your physical, mortal life, ALL IS WELL!  

THIS life is a vapor; a very intense, God designed and crucial vapor, yes--but then I thank God for every breath, for every sip of water, for sun and rain and light and earth and creatures and for even the base experiences of this existence, as a single soul, being, individual amidst other such souls . . . though it is fallen, with tormenting attributes surrounding and impinging, threatening. It is indeed a fearful and awesome bequest granted, directed and intended by The Creator which we find ourselves subject to.

Meanwhile, the intent of The Distractor/Tempter/Evil One is to so confuse the soul with worldly mis-direction--such that the prized soul never knows about, or ever realize and see the slightest glimpse of the profundity of this creation by The Creator--in order to drag that soul to the pits of Hell along with the rest of the lost and those who love darkness more than light/evil more than good.

Whatever "events" befall--in any age--if YOU are with God and God is with you . . . all is well.  The details of a dispensation or a time or various worldly machinations/events . . . can go to Hell, and be burned in the lake of fire, as they will.  If you are with God, against all the arrows and darts and subterfuge of the wicked one, and He is with you . . . then all is well . . . and the rest can and will be damned.

SEEK while it is still "day" to be with God The Father, with King Jesus, with The Holy Spirit, and pray that He is with you as you strive in repentant, worshipful, mourning, excitedly expectant, soul and spirit.