In the shadows of time, behold as Barry’s secret army, akin to a Trojan steed, breaches the Southern Gateway. A multitude of 100,000 souls concealed amidst the labyrinthine streets of New York, bides its moment, awaiting the celestial decree to unveil their assault upon the core of the Big Apple from its very heart. ~ The Modern Nostradamus
In the shadowy realm, a cabal of mysterious figures shall unfurl the grand tapestry of a global dominion, ushering forth an apocalyptic maelstrom. Meanwhile, the masses, ensnared by handheld contrivances, shall remain oblivious, like moths captivated by ephemeral flames. ~ The Modern Nostradamus
We are quickly approaching The Storm of Storms, the Darkest of Nights, that Abyss that threatens to engulf our very way of life. We know this coming happening by many names, but perhaps most prominently we may refer to it as THE PRECIPICE.
A day is coming very soon when the sun shall be eclipsed upon the land of America. For a season it will seem as though the sun has truly set on The United States of America, never to rise again. This shall not be the case, but the narrative film that is playing out across the world will make this reality seem plausible, and believable. Understand that this long day of darkness will pass, just as the happening of an eclipse also passes.
This shall be America’s Apocalyptic moment; the near-death experience that will jolt the sleeping masses into an upright and eyes wide open state of mind. This will not be easy. The masses will not enjoy this. Nevertheless, we understand all too well how necessary this coming precipice is; this scare event that shall save America and preserve our way of life for future generations.
