11:59

It is 11:59, and the midnight hour is approaching. I look out my window at a world that is silent. The silence is not the peaceful silence of sleep. It is not comforting. This is the calm before the storm. I can almost see the crackling of the energy in the air as I look to the sky. Heaven is turning. The world is preparing unknowingly for the events that will occur at the midnight hour. The world is waiting for midnight to strike and the whole world will change with the coming of that hour. The world has the knowledge of the change, but not the understanding. The waiting is almost over as the clock continues to turn.

It is 11:59. I think about all of the people that have not known the truth. I look to the street and see a few people walking by and a few cars pass. I wonder as I watch if these people know the truth. Have they been exposed to the truth? Have they rejected it? There is still time for them, though it may be short. I open the window and talk to them as they go by. Some of them stop and listen to me as they pass. I inform them of what I know to be true and tell them that time is short. Most people, however, keep on walking or shout insults. This saddens me for the truth can set them free. Time is still moving.

It is 11:59; the time has come to make a choice. This is the message that I relay to the people as they pass by my refuge. I reach out to them, letting them know that they have a choice, for many do not even know that. The choice itself is simple. There is a great change coming at midnight. There is danger coming, worse than any other that this world has ever known. I begin to raise my voice so that as many as possible can hear me. The clock is still ticking.

It is 11:59 and the people that know the truth must make the decision to act upon that truth. Again I am leaning out the window talking, pleading with people to hear me and make a decision regarding the truth. Yet, people are still not making the decision. The truth can save people from the danger that is coming, but it is their choice to accept it or not. There will only be one more chance to make a decision regarding the truth after the midnight hour. Time is running out.

It is 11:59 and many people are still rejecting the truth. There are some that say that the truth is actually a falsehood. I do not understand this. The evidence is all around them. They have eyes and ears and yet do not acknowledge what is right in front of them. The truth is a simple one. The power behind it is greater than anything on this earth. Yet, people continue to look at the effects of that power in disbelief or denial. How can they deny a truth that lives in all things great and small? The time races toward the midnight hour and people still will not accept the truth they can see.

It is 11:59 and time is running out. I again plead with the people as they pass. I try to let them know of the danger that is coming. I tell them that there is an escape. There are very few that listen to me now. Some even threaten violence upon me. They curse me and shout more insults. Can't they see that I am trying to help them? Why won't they at least consider what I am saying? All I want to do is save them from what is coming. I know the way. I know what can save them, but they won't listen to me. They get angry and hateful towards me. I notice the ones that were starting to listen have been scared away by the others. It is almost midnight.

I must retreat into my refuge, into my sanctuary. The people have become too violent and hateful and started to harm me for trying to help them. As I retreat into my refuge, I see a bright light. The light beckons me to come. It is time to go home. The midnight hour has come.