WELCOME TO 2015, THE YEAR HELL BARES ITS FANGS (just a little something to cheer you up)

To successfully fear-monger you need people who can be made afraid. Hopefully you are past that. If not, don’t read this.

Delusional, duped or low information, one would have to be, to envision a better 2015 (on a whole) than 2014 was.

As to personal evolution (which happens automatically BECAUSE of life experiences) it’s ongoing and doing just fine (if life was an endless parade of comfort and pleasure, fools, not wise men, would be the fruit).

(With that said, there is nothing more valuable than to work purposely on your own evolution–the benefits go with you).

NOW THEN:

2015 will be hell on wheels testosterone greed survival fueled devastation in nearly everything that affects life. In other words, it will be one hell of a wonderful experience (though you may not so conclude until you are dispatched to the other side for tea and Crumpets–hopefully you like tea and Crumpets). When you focus on the BIG PICTURE, you enter a whole new dimension of reality.

BACK TO THE LITTLE PICTURE:

I look down upon the earth and the people mourn, but soon their tears will be dried, for in death they gain understanding.

What comes, comes unawares on the innocent and unlearned, but for the knowledgeable, they see the footprints in the sand, yet their ends are the same.

The future is bright for planet earth, and more bright for they who leave it, regardless of how they leave it. Your hopes and dreams continue, bear fruit, but not here. The threshing machine comes to gather the harvest. No fields remain untouched.

Some say there will be no world war three. If you were in a land now at war, you would not so speak. Soon your land will be a war land, and then you will be silent. It comes as sure as Winter follows Fall.

There will be survivors, few, and births many, upon a new land, in a new world, a new Eden, and a renewed people–a new beginning. It is the cycle of ages. It is life.

As the story of the Jews wandering for years that the old die and only the new enter the “promised land”, and as the story in Noah’s day of devastation when few remain, are our days.

Infrastructure will crumble, economies will implode, needs will not be met, and wants fulfilled will be but treasured memories. You cannot prepare temporally for such a day. Your best efforts may prolong your demise, but the end is sure, whether soon or thereafter.

Enjoy the time you have left. Even now many are at peace, untroubled, unknowing, and yes, sometimes ignorance is bliss, thus few desire to know the day of their rebirth upon a new plain.

And THAT was the good news. nem
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