Adam Marshall Dobrin

Just like me, and just like humanity... a Golden opportunity is being handed to you on a silver platter.  All you have to do... is act.

I need your help to save the world, we say "God works in mysterious ways," I know I have to remind you that this is not the most mysterious of ways that the Second Coming might start--it's going to be controversial, and that's inherent in his design... its easing in to what is without doubt the most pivotal moment in all of human history.

Get an Eschatology expert that is not tied to a single religion, talk to me, and I guarantee that you will be the most famous journalist in all of history.  There is zero doubt in my mind, this is really what I am telling it is--and the sooner we get started, the better... for everyone--really.

There's no doom and gloom coming, just an awakening--one that we desperately need.

-a

Just for an example of what I see, how this feels to me... I've been signing my emails like that for two decades; before I had any idea ... not a little inkling ... that this was going to happen.  About a week ago, I randomly found the name of the New Testament in Hebrew, the Brit Hadasha (sic).  It might not seem like much, but there's thousands of small details just like that; things that tell me clearly ... I'm right.

Here's my solution to the "ineffable name" a link between Adam in Eden, the two most sacred Hebrew names for God, and ... an American war cry; this is the kind of thing that should floor a theologian that has a clue.  http://bit.ly/22NrSF0 .. in a 30
second YouTube video.

Of course, I've been aware "Ha" jokes for a while, http://bit.ly/1rLXtM9

This is it, it will stand the test of time--surely this Revelation is at hand.

THE SECOND COMING

    Turning and turning in the widening gyre

    The falcon cannot hear the falconer;

    Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold;

    Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world,

    The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere

    The ceremony of innocence is drowned;

    The best lack all conviction, while the worst

    Are full of passionate intensity.

    Surely some revelation is at hand;

    Surely the Second Coming is at hand.

    The Second Coming! Hardly are those words out

    When a vast image out of Spiritus Mundi

    Troubles my sight: a waste of desert sand;

    A shape with lion body and the head of a man,

    A gaze blank and pitiless as the sun,

    Is moving its slow thighs, while all about it

    Wind shadows of the indignant desert birds.

    The darkness drops again but now I know

    That twenty centuries of stony sleep

    Were vexed to nightmare by a rocking cradle,

    And what rough beast, its hour come round at last,

    Slouches towards Bethlehem to be born?

We are literally one blog post, or article away.

adam5@protonmail.ch