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By Fred Roe
June 9, 2016 — Weeks, no, months of preparation had been made for the Day of Declaration.  Elaborate celebrations, prominent politicians and economists all praising this international effort, the news media showing how even nations on opposing sides of the political spectrum were coming together to create a “greener” earth, peaceful solutions to ethnic and religious rivalries and personal stories of “heroic” efforts to bring the world together had been placed before the eyes of the masses.
    We had all been sold into this notion that we as the human race were at the top of our game, that we could solve all our solutions if we just all got along with one another.  We had been brainwashed since birth to believe in our leaders to come up with solutions and that we the people were eager sheep, willing to buy into their garbage about how they — the filthy rich leaders and corporate heads — knew better than us.
    That was all blown away June 6 on the Day of Declaration.  After all the dances, after all the parades and big show to woo and awe humanity, after the big put-on by Asa, I, Tabatha Riley saw the light.  The truth stared at me right in the face.  June 6 was the day in which my crucible was forged.  It was the defining moment in my life, and I cannot emphasize it in any different terms — the words simply elude me.  That is to say, I came to an understanding of who I am and my purpose in this world.  In an instant, I was transformed from who and what I was into someone entirely different.  As of yet, I am still sorting it all out and deciding my next step.
    While Asa was on that huge platform, making his speech about who was worthy to take the world as a single leader, there were dancers all around him, singing and giving praise to him.  He held up his hand, holding a scroll and asked who was worthy to accept the responsibility.  He said after about five minutes of silence, “There is only one man . . .” and he was cut off.  The TV actually went blank for about 3 seconds. 
    When it came back on, it wasn’t Asa.  It was two bearded men, wearing simple-looking robes.  The backdrop was the Temple Mount in Jerusalem, but the remains of the Dome on the Rock had been cleared, after it had been demolished by the earthquake a few months back.
    One of the men stepped forward, held up his hands and looked toward Heaven and proclaimed, “Hear me, O Israel!  We are the two olive trees beside the golden candlestick, the two anointed ones that stand by the Lord of the whole earth.  Worthy is the Lamb that was slain to receive power and riches and wisdom and strength and honor and glory and blessing.  And every creature which is in Heaven, and on the earth and under the earth and such as are in the sea, and all that are in them say, ‘Blessing and honor and glory and power be unto he that sits upon the throne, and to the Lamb forever and ever.  Amen!’  Sanctify yourselves therefore as the time of Jacob’s troubles are upon you!  Glory to God!”
    The scene immediately switched back to Asa, who was still mid-sentence, “. . . to receive such an honor.  One world!  One nation!  One people!  One leader!  Today, we stand at the threshold of a new, one world order.  One of peace.  One with a dedication to do good for the sake of all humanity, a kingdom that will last a thousand years under the rule of a single, worthy leader!”
    By now, the mass of people watching were cheering so loud, it was difficult to hear Asa.
    I blinked.  Yup, that was my reaction.  I blinked and asked myself at the time, “What did I just see?”  It were almost as if I had been daydreaming and I thought I just saw two Jewish guys come on TV and insert some speech.  Was it for real?
    A small, still voice inside me said, “Yes, Tabatha, I am real.”  And I instantly remembered my little prayer asking for God to prove if He really existed.  A shiver came over my whole body like an electric shock.  My legs gave way and I fell to my knees and began to cry uncontrollably.

Later — Ya, I was a mess.  When I regained my composure, I went to the bathroom and combed my hair, wiped my eyes and blew my nose.  I dug out some chips and dip and began gorging myself on junk food.  I popped open a can of Mountain Dew from the refrigerator and took a long drink, then returned to the sofa to continue watching that stupid TV with that stupid Asa wearing that stupid outfit making his stupid speech about some stupid person who was going to take over the whole stupid world.
    “FOOLS!”  I shouted, “You’re all so going to Hell!”

For links to previous posts in this series, go HERE.