Predictions and prophets have been around as long as God has been speaking to mankind. It’s the basis of most religions. But not all prophetic statements are made by godly men. Why is that?
Perhaps, God really is speaking but they don’t recognize his voice. Perhaps these visionaries receive the message in spite of their personal beliefs. Who is to say, really?
Think of Nostradamus and Rasputin. Many a naysayer have claimed to disprove their predictions — but many other support these men as mystically accurate over the course of centuries.
Whatever their medium, the predictions and forecasts of oracles remain long after those who spoke them have returned to the earth (“dust to dust,” as it were). Their words haunts those who are left behind, to wonder their meaning and how it impacts each century to follow.
Perhaps the moon is an omen and the warnings have been given. Deja vu is real. A prophet spoke of it long ago. It’s something to think about.
“The moon is chief over the night darkness, rest, death, and the waters.”
Thoughts ~ Time wreaks havoc upon the crew and myself. Some days seem to drag out forever – others pass by faster than I’m able to complete even the most mundane of tasks. Still, I wonder how my voyage would redirect itself should time be measured as the currents of the sea – constant, changing, unending.
For now – I choose to count my time by events, adventures that create strong men – events together make up the life of a PIRATE.
9 O’clock post meridiem ~ I have been voted Captain of the great merchantman, titled the Revenge. She was intended for other purposes but now sails the Caribbean seas – a vessel used for purposes which some would call ill and foul intent. I call these activities for what they are, governed under civil practices by those who call themselves crew – the Captain included. Our purpose is survival, a quest for discovery of uncharted seas and bounteous treasure (mind you, not all treasure is gold and gems). Indeed, we are free men and as such have awarded ourselves a unique title – a title which all men may call us…PIRATE.