Yes, it is not fiction. Our city shall descend on a renew earth. Yes, the earth shall blow up just like the Ancients have prophesied it shall be. It will happen. Despite the multitude of brilliant scholars insistent that all is well and bragging about the amazing accomplishments of mankind, this corrupt world shall come to an end.
No, I am not a Doomsayer! I am proclaiming the after doom! Yes, doom shall be for whoever chooses doom instead of the blessing of the power of love and wisdom from on high descending upon us all. It never fails. It always avails. It will avail whomever chooses it.
Even so, this matter is not anything that I or any of us inheritors of this power can grasp in its totality. So much the reason to reconsider our grownup life styles and become as little children and let the Father/Creator drench us with His loving care and protection.
Here I am. Skipping and dancing in the rain. Joyfully, fearlessly. Clad with my childhood dream of that freely dress with parasol and shoes to match. Come, my dear Reader, come! Let’s us skip and dance together to the tune of our Father/Creator’s love and protection.
His love in my heart for all, thiaBasilia.