State of Division
Now, about pulling back that veil. We begin with this book, which comprises letters, notes, articles, stories, and journal entries documenting a series of calamitous events spanning the three-and-a-half-year period to the present “state of division,” as I call it.
But I am getting ahead of myself. We must first rewind the clock nearly twenty-five years. We’ll start about a year before the Great War began with excerpts from an open letter released on Threader, one of the most prevalent social media platforms of the day.
The “letter” was disseminated as a series of short posts under one main thread titled, “Lost Sheep: to the People of this Once Extraordinary Nation.” Reading the posts now, the thread reads more like a prophetic warning.
“I have a frightful vision of the future where our world has become unrecognizable. I hesitate to share it, partly out of fear of being called a fool, but more from the fear of it coming true. But the vision feels so real. As I type, I feel the ash on my skin and smell the smoke in the air. So, I write with reluctant hands. This is a vision that needs to be heard. To he who has ears, let him hear.
In the not-too-distant future, our world is in utter turmoil. Darkness covers the face of the once blue planet as a sickness infects inhabitants, twists minds, and hardens hearts. Acts once outlawed are commonplace. A great deception implants batches of wicked men and women into high-ranking positions. They use their ill-gotten power to manipulate the masses and to bring immeasurable suffering to the nations. There is no hope in sight.
The interference of those rulers, powers, and dominions and their conflicts jeopardizes reality itself. There is no reset button for what the wretched leaders unleash: “The End War” a war to end all wars.
But how did we get here? Deception comes naturally to us. Some even say, “It’s in our blood! How deeply it runs!” Once the minds of men are poisoned, once men harden their hearts―it’s over. Ultimately, years of arrogance and the complete absence of compassion for others birthed an apathetic and self-centered society. War was the inevitable by-product. And all wars are costly; but this time, the cost was humanity itself.
The war spawns an influx of experimental new biowarfare and unspeakable abuses on a cellular level. These are initially seen as technological “advances” and eventually appear to end the conflict. But it comes at a heavy price for the survivors left behind. This triggers mankind’s greatest trait: adaptation. People can become accustomed to almost any condition as long as they embrace this gift of flexibility.
Left under the shadows of the densely packed clouds looming above, a constant reminder from the final onslaughts of The End War. Most attempt to bury the pain of lost parents, spouses, children, careers, dream homes, and the like. They keep their heads down and toil away, scraping together a meager existence. Sadly, without change, they are doomed to repeat the cycle, if not spiral into something worse. Some dub this cycle “The Blindness.”
For the opportunists, land and power are ripe for the taking. Regions will fall prey to transient anarchistic rule almost weekly. Only a handful of established nations remain, and the bulk of them are ruled by a new brand of hot-blooded tyrant. Once dominant countries, proudly touted as world superpowers, are relegated to nearly deserted wastelands.
Few will recall what led to the unholy war in the first place. Even fewer will remember what life was like before it.
The specific chain of events remains shrouded to me, but it is clear that if things stay on their current path, this future is inevitable. Those whose heads are buried in the sand will not escape. The future will be their reckoning.
I should mention that not everyone will accept the new order of things. Not everyone will lie down. Some will choose to stand. They are the remnant. There is always a remnant.
I hope and pray with all my heart that this vision of the future is avoidable. Sadly, I fear that it may already be too late. However, though this future may be fixed, one element isn’t: you. Your choices will affect your place in the future world.
So, choose well. Watch for the signs. You do not want to be on the wrong side of the future.
-WisdømSpeaks ENTRY #86
These excerpts were initially scoffed at, but once hellfire began to fall from the sky, people’s eyes were opened to the unavoidable truth. Of course, by then, it was already too late.
Entry #86 was followed by “The Second Woe,” WisdømSpeaks’s very last post on record. Even more cryptic than the previous. The Threader account was promptly banned thereafter, and the entire social media platform removed from the internet without a trace—except for backups secretly made to analog sources, much like these clippings.
[ for more pick up a copy of "The Revelations: Trials + Tribulations" book coming soon ]
The following excerpt is from The Revelation's narrator, Mr. Bramble.
He gives his unique first-hand account perspective, along with the recorded testimonies of people who lived in and through the last days for our readers to gain a better description and fuller picture of the yet future events of these "end times".