I am fascinated about Ufo’s, ancient objects and the ancient astronauts. The stories make a lot of sense to me. Just imagine a huge mothership appearing in the sky. Every eye would be to the heavens. Every mouth would hang open. Imagine tall shiny white beings with blue eyes stepping out of the craft. People falling to their knees. On their faces. Who would be in a hurry to believe that it was our Creator? Things are so bad that every one is looking for their savior. What would you do if they told us they made us? A test tube baby if you will.
I had a thought, a vision? Back in 1997 I saw the anti-christ as an Alien. Who would be able to do miracles and get people to worship him or her? Who could make an image that could speak (robots) and could heal a mortal wound? Who among us would beg to go with him to “heaven”. Who would think this is the rapture? Who among us will be deceived? Even the elite if that were possible. These are the things that I think about a lot. I have been having dreams about a man trying to save me. He is holding my wrist, trying to get me to go with him. I don’t want to go. I have to wait on my mother and husband. I don’t know that this is supposed to mean, if anything. Maybe because they don’t believe me when I tell them we are going to hell in a hand basket? Rough times ahead, I’m sure.
Another one of the things that roll around in my head. I think out loud a lot.