Gen X'ers see doom coming?

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I do chuckle at the notion.  For obvious and not, intricate, simple, and elegant reasons.  First, of course, every generation, as it ages out of society, sees that.  Some of it is a... reflection of the truth of their mortality becoming clearer to those individuals.  On a personal and peer level field.

Though, in some cases, it really is more than that.  Seeing technology mate with prophecy, the potential for Christian based ends times is here, or nearly here.  The mark of the beast, or the final one, can be, or is nearing the possibility, of implementation.  To control commerce in such a way is almost ready, just not quite yet, or not quite to scale.

They won't roll that out unless they can spring it fully onto nearly everybody before they can reason out of it.  The so-called vaccines were a test run.  A failure, but they learned.  They learned what breaks people, what carrot and stick combinations work best.  How to advertise.  Who to buy, sell.  How to ramp up fears, anxieties, other motivators.

Women are their drivers.  As with Mao.  As with Satan.  They realize who will become zealots, how they will push their families, and men, to do things.  The wrong things.  From their fear, neurosis.  The men mostly immune to this are generally speaking single.  Unimportant, generally.  As with the snake and Eve, fear, temptation, and a twisted tongue will lead her astray first.  Many men will simply follow her into oblivion.

Still?  And part of why I chuckle?  While we might be on that cusp.  And many see danger?  Most think the danger is secular... political, as in left versus right, economic, civil as in race/species issues, or such.  Even christians, most, no longer see what should be plain, simple.  Too busy sinning with a grin. 

Me?  I see it.  But worry less about bad things and hard times than the salvation of my soul.  They can have, take, my life.  Even torture may be an opportunity to sanctity.  I don't know if I can handle torture to the level of real martyrdom?  But I... would give it my best.  My body just doesn't seem to want to, be able to, die.  I may yet find out.  Even the prospect of a simple walk to the gallows can break some.  One never knows until they are in those shoes.  Ask the Rock, upon which the church was built, chosen by the Maker Himself.  Three times he denied our Lord.

Yes, I chuckle.  The Joker, Comedian, Loki, Trickster?  Accidentally transcendental?  Whatever.  Awake, aware, guided by Light.  I just know not to worry.  This time, if it is now and not just reflections of my own impending end, must happen.  And the elect will be further beset, and graced more for keeping their faith in the darkness.  The others are, were, and will remain lost, subject to His wrath, poured full measure for taking the mark.  Even more for turning in the holdouts. 

Chuckling.  Damned kids.  Later.