In my dreams last night, they were attacking and blowing everything up. I found my way through a hole in the wall, then down a long hall way, littered with debris, making it nearly impossible to pass, with people chasing me and blowing up everywhere I have been.
I found my way into this small room that felt like it was a part of an abandoned building. It certainly did not look like it would withstand the next blast, which was to take down the entire building, but I found myself in a type of cocoon .
I got all wrapped up in it, it was soft and set up like an inflatable raft, wherein I was told to crack a seal and the membrane formed around me, filled up with air. It felt like I was inside the raft and the atmosphere was design to support and protect me from the blast and also maintain me until I could re-enter the fallout.
I could feel the blast happen, I was shaking and could see the fire and the destruction. I could feel the power of the blast, but was protected in this bubble.
It was a long dream that had to do with false evangelists, gangs and other entities that were intertwined with these forces.
The entire time I was running, I was trying to protect my family, but ended up in the cocoon by myself.
I do remember picking up family members along the way.
Maybe they were there with me and I just could not see them.
There was way more to it than expressed, but to tell you the truth, most times I awaken so distraught that I purposefully reject my dreams, so as to forget most of it.
Evolution is the only true growth and is the only way <GOD> moves.
I wish I could get Man to understand and accept <GOD> and take the evolution, in lieu of creation.
Creation presents as growth, but as we create, our creations create, their creation create and so on and so on.
In the end it looks like expansion, but what has really manifested is millions and millions of splinter cells, that see themselves apart from the whole and are only focused on their own survival.