First off, I guess I should give you the link that just turned everything upside down for me.
The Destruction Of Babylon
If you haven't read this, I suggest making the time to do so even if only to humor me or enjoy some interesting reading.
Now, before I just dive into this discussion I'd like to have with you guys, I'd like to give a little bit of background so you may have an
understanding of my viewpoint on this subject. For the sake of everyone's interests, I'll try to keep it short
My father started taking me to church when I was in the 4 grade, i believe. Before that I had very little knowledge of religion or any strong
influence of it. My mother was an atheist so, you know.
Anyways, church became a regular part of my life. We TRIED to attend every Sunday, Wednesday and any other day that was available. Now, I have always
felt a "tug", as I'm sure you've heard it called, that definitely made me feel the need and want to believe in something bigger than myself.
Something that was revered as the ultimate Father. A Father who loved the truest version of who I was unconditionally. That was the ultimate pull that
I felt and I'm honestly only just now admitting that as I type out this post.
Truthfully, my dad was the definition of a hypocrite. He was an alcoholic. Drinking made him very violent and abusive. He was a pathological liar.
Manipulative. The list goes on. My point, he made mine and my older sisters lives pretty damn miserable for quite some time. Because of him, I was
constantly fighting that tug that never failed to present itself at any possible chance.
It's funny now when I talk about this but between the age of let's say maybe 9 and 17 I tried to get "saved" over 10 times. I went to a Baptist Church
so we had those sermons that focused on the eternal damnation of the nonbelievers and ended with that "Jesus is a'knockin on your heart. Will you let
him in" prayer. And I couldn't tell you HOW many flippin times I truly felt like I needed to recite that prayer and ask him into my life before a nice
lady came to me, that look of pitied sympathy on her face, and said "honey, you don't have to go up there every time you know"
I felt ridiculous. Embarrassed. Like they'd been laughing at me. Felt like I'd completely screwed up and I lost a little hope, honestly.
I guess you could say that could've been a participating factor in my refusal of faith. There has been a constant battle within my self on this, guys!
No joke. From when I decided to quit trying completely when I was 17 to about an hour ago at the age of 23, that annoying little tug that I'd gotten
good at metaphorically slapping away had always been there.
The crazy thing is that you always hear people say they had some kind of moment that truly opened their heart up to him and it was undeniable. And
they just BELIEVED. Well, that's all I've ever asked for. Some kind of revelation. And boy did I ever get slapped upside the head with the actual book
of Revelations. Haha! That's actually quite hilarious....
Anyways, to bring my very first, incomplete, but testimony all the same to a close. I'll share with you what just happened.
It was the flippin elections. Laying in bed with My husband, I was having a minor little freakout about the foreseen outcome and how I was truly
wondering what the heck going on. Husband's laughing at me and then decides to pull up this article about Pepe the Frog and the connection it had to
Trump and possibly his winning the election. I'm very familiar with Pepe, and Rollin for dubs and all that nonsense because well, I can't say, but
that's besides the point.
This knew, delicious slice of conspiracy pie only made my little freakout teeter on that line before the anxiety kicks in. Luckily, I eat this pie on
a daily basis so it's more of an exciting kind of freakout rather than a freakout kind of freakout.
Anyways, hmmmm. That got my ever wondering mind shining pretty fast asking myself what does this MEEAAAN!? Trying to get the answer to the meaning of
life. My mind jumps around pretty fast I'll tell you the way it went.
•Pepe is an Egyptian god that was somehow brought into existence because of a bunch of idiots using what's commonly known as the powet of prayer?
•Used the constant supply of election news to bring about Trump's victory.
•Trump is now the 45th president.
•Wait, didn't my dad tell me a couple weeks back about some crazy shniz about the Bible and end of times and how there isn't supposed to be a 45th
Hmmmm. Then a simple Google search was all it took. Why did I pick the third article from the top? Couldn't tell you. But its instant kind of in your
face attitude intrigued my already spinning mind and I began reading aloud to my husband into he fell asleep and continued on in silence.
Now begins the discussion i'd like to partake in.
I will not deny that the information and scripture she seemingly spot on prophecy detailed on this site truly scared the croc out of me. I was very
much so trembling in fear. now, I realize that the site does in fact sell the survival books. I also realize that I could have been a true victim to
some insane fear mongering. But without going into any proof of the scripture or interpretations I need to point out one more thing.
I didn't hesitate to put in a payment for the survival guides. I have a family that I really do want to protect regardless of a possible apocalypse.
Couldn't hurt to see the price. I only have a limited amount of money on a card I JUST loaded the other day to pay a storage fee only to be informed
by the counter lady that my bill had been already been paid. Turns out a friend decided to help me out. Go figure.
Price of survival stuff=$46. But wait THERE'S MORE!! Site then offers a premium package that ensures of my becoming ultimate survivalist. Well, they
aren't forcing it so with a strange feeling building up in chest I check out the over all price of everything
Huge sobs just flew out of me as a huge sense of.. I'll but quite sure what it was but it was very, comforting.
Would you believe that my card has exactly $60 on it?
It's been awhile for me. So I'd like some SERIOUS, only POSITIVE HONEST opinions of my little experience. I've been completely honest with you and
have shed some tears in the making of this so please take it easy. Which truthfully means lay it on me hard. I'm finally listening now..
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