I am a relic of days gone by, spanning the era of outhouses, ice boxes, and playing marbles.

Growing through those childhood years, there seemed to be no hope for a “better” life. Mom was a single mother with no resources, no savings, no Christmases or Thanksgivings, and no extended family members to rely on in an emergency. We were just too poor and therefore; we lived on what we had and what we didn’t have and … we didn’t have anything. Life was simple. A twin bed doubled as a couch, hardback chairs were arranged in a circle in the living room and sometimes we had a TV but couldn’t get any reception. For entertainment, we sang songs, played cards, told ghost stories, and used our imaginations to write stories and draw pictures. My memories revolved around places we had lived: One place was actually a barn, another had one room with a dirt floor, and another was inside a warehouse (but the warehouse burnt down).

Upon graduation from high school, I was able to work swing shifts and obtain government grants and a loan from my doctor to get my BA degree and engineering classes. Ultimately, life became much more than just survival.

Now, change is exploding in my head, charging at me like a bull at the speed of light. The first shock came with the concept of writing a check. I couldn’t fathom being able to write my own money. The next shock was when a man landed on the moon. I stood outside at night staring at the moon thinking how amazing it was that a man was standing up there staring back at earth. A mechanical dishwasher? Wow. Next, a microwave that cooks food in minutes instead of hours. I waited years before I used one in case it was determined to cause cancer. The next head-turner was the computer, followed by email, the internet, and programs that did amazing tasks. Grocery stores were using bar codes to “scan” purchased food.

Now, I listen to debates on the ethics of downloading a person’s memories into a computer, being “post-human”, evolving from a human being into an Artificial, Intelligent Robot with all the memories of the human; a cyborg, so to speak, but missing human emotions.

I consider myself a reader of biblical end-time events spoken of by the prophets of old, sitting by the window, witnessing prophetical events passing me by like the tornado that spun Dorothy around and around in The Wizard of Oz.

Therefore I will share what I see, what I hear, and what I give witness to.

The book of Daniel writes the least but reveals the most.

The explosion of speed, travel, and Information.

Daniel 12:12 seal the book until the time of the end; many shall run to and fro, and knowledge shall increase (explode exponentially in the Hebrew).”

Since time began man has cooked on fire and either walked or rode animals for traveling.

Now, however, no one can keep up with the universal knowledge on the internet. We no longer ride animals but saddle rocket ships to other planets. We create weird life with DNA. We use stem cell printers to print organs. We create energy out of matter and matter out of energy.

Earth is ripe for the picking, and the fruit is beginning to rot.

Now, I see “Time Counting Time” for…THE END.

Do You See What I See?

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What’s is Yet To Come? The Rapture for Believers, The Seven-Year Tribulation For Those Left Behind, and the Return of Jesus at the end of the Tribulation, for a one thousand year rule of