In A Barrel With A Sign

I tell you what, I'm gonna wind up somewhere on a downtown street corner, wearing nothing but a barrel and holding a sign. Crazy? Yes. Attention getting? Yes, in a myriad of ways.

The sign would not say: "The End Is Here!", instead, it would read: "Repent and Convert!"

My art is what it is. An effort to share something of beauty and goodness in a tangible and somewhat creative sort of way. Still, it's all secondary to the main focus of the mission.

The mission? The same as any other soldier put on watch. I am to give a warning when danger is coming. I did not sign up for this mission and I don't like it. So few humans give a damn, and far too many of us are a pain in the ass. I said US, I'm probably the biggest. I often ask forgiveness from my guardian angel (and my awesome family), I make his job so very hard.

Why do I bother? Because I freakin' care, I sure wish I didn't. Care about what? What am I talking about?

Like I said, I am a watchman and I am screaming the alert: "danger approaches and is here!"

Hell is real and I don't want anyone to go there. Even the people I may loathe most, and there are; I don't want them in hell. I don't have to like anyone. I have to LOVE them, and that is not a feeling, it is a choice. And I believe we all should love eachother enough to help eachother stay out of hell rather than jumping right in.

We must repent and convert. I didn't say them. I said we. I am just a banged up, scorched pot, calling all the kettles out. All of us. We must.

Or don't.

There it is.

The Warning is coming. The Anti-Christ will reveal himself. Chastisement is coming, if not already here. Our Holy Mother, our Lady, Queen of Heaven does not lie. Her Son, our Lord Jesus, The Christ, King of the Universe, who sent Her to us, does not lie!

Guadalupe, LaSallette, Fatima. The list goes on, fully approved by Mother Church. And a couple that will be; Garabandal and Medjugore.

We have been warned.

Time and time again.

We must repent and convert. Now. For even if no word of prophecy was ever to come to pass (it has, IS, and will), nor chastisements come forth (what do you think we are living through?), we are still going to die. Everyone. All of us. There is no getting out of it. It is merely transportation to the next destination and any one of us could be called to boarding at any moment with no notice.

Hell is so far beyond the suckness scale. No, we can't imagine it. It's way, way worse.

Choose the destination of love, peace, wonder, goodness and togetherness. Our home from which we came: The Kingdom of Heaven.

God bless you, God bless us all.

Christus Rex!