The Room:

It was a warm reunion as we gathered around what looked like a campfire in that desolate area. Old friendships were renewed as stories wafted up in the smoldering remains of a once brilliant campfire. It was a time of consolidation, reminiscing and friendship. 

All that changed as as the scene now shifted to a large room where many there were who habited its confines. Very little pockets of individuality remained. Now it was all conformity where an individuals uniqueness was taboo and forbidden and an anachronism of the past. The collective ”whole” was now in vogue. Someone else would do your thinking.

I remembered I still had a “desk” of sorts where work was to be done. They would respect this. They wound not take this away...

The scene then changed to another part of this large container room where I was with a non pretentious black man who was my friend. They had selected him for an advertisement along with two other black men. I felt happiness for him much like when you would see your friend get promoted.

We then found ourselves in a helicopter flying close to the ground. My friend was being lowered and was going to be detached from his tethered rope in order to parachute. He was looking up and was smiling. I kept telling him to look down because the helicopter kept descending and he wouldn’t have enough time or space to open his chute. He still looked up and kept smiling thinking that all was all right.  

The next day I was told my friend had been killed and I was quite angry since I knew that those who flew the flight had caused his death.

The scene quickly changed to a much larger room where there were thousands of beds where people could sleep and they were all perfectly aligned in this enormous room for all its inhabitants who were soon to arrive. I was at the entrance to this door and could have escaped but wanted to quickly get back to what remained of my desk which was now way at the other end so I could do more work.

The people would soon be arriving to sleep in their beds... 

(and their caretakers were smiling)

Scott Sepanek

TheRaptureCult.com

All, there is no money involved with this. Pls pass on to someone who you care about. Jesus Christ is the answer and no other. Leave the world religious and political institutions and get out into the desert with the Lord.

It is your only chance of survival.

Do it now.

Pass it on.

(and stay awake)