TEOTWAWKI – Friday the 13th, 2020

Updated: May 25

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The loud clap of thunder jarred me out of a deep sleep at 5:00 am this morning. Lightning flashes danced around the sky. I wondered if it hit our transformer. Peering out the window, I saw the outdoor security lights still shining and was grateful we wouldn’t be without electricity. Rumbling through, the predicted thunderstorm rushed on to awaken other families from their slumber. Nineteen minutes later, the crickets chirped into the night, and TEOTWAWKI intruded into my thoughts where it had been living for the past four days.

For those who do not travel in preparedness circles, a definition is in order. TEOTWAWKI:










For the United States, last Friday’s presidential press conference altered our American world. Actually, it changed the whole world. It was as big as 911—maybe bigger—which bestowed the gift of the Patriot Act and all its modifications to our lives.

We don’t yet know the upshot of the Coronavirus Pandemic. It has certainly shaken our Normalcy Bias to the core. I make a prediction: whatever draconian measures are instituted in the name of preventing deaths from the virus will never be completely rolled back. The world as we knew it in the U.S. has changed.


Al and I live seventeen miles from the nearest large town and needed to run a few errands yesterday. Everywhere I went—to the insurance agency to pay my auto insurance premium, to the grocery store to pick up a few items (which weren’t on the shelves), to the store where ladies drop off their sewing machines for Al to pick up and repair—the conversation was about the craziness of our now-reality. Everyone has a sense our lives will never be the same.

Its impact hit me when I walked into our local Walmart last Monday and saw aisle after aisle empty. Not only the paper goods display racks, but eggs, lunch meat, pasta, cereal, and other staples—gone. In the past on TV, I had seen stores with empty shelves in other states. Florida usually has a long lead-time before hurricanes hit their shores, and folks clean out the grocery stores in advance. In Oklahoma, we get an occasional ice storm prediction that sends people scurrying for milk and bread to hunker down for two or three days. Ice doesn’t last very long in the southern part of our state, so we don’t usually pick a supermarket clean in preparation. We don’t have enough advanced warning to stock up before a tornado.

So row after row of empty shelves and aisles was sobering.

For those of us who are mindful of biblical end-times prophecies, we can’t help but think this may be a precursor, the beginning of dire things to come. In my opinion, this is a practice run for the real deal. There may be a few more incidents like this one before we are lured into the tight places where others are trying to corral us.

Rabbis in Israel believe we are in the birth pangs of Messiah time frame. I believe it myself.

Fortunately, we were given a guide book. Maybe this is a good time to become better friends with Daniel, Isaiah, Ezekiel, and their fellow prophets. Don’t forget the Revelation of Yeshua.

Tom Horn, CEO of Defender Publishing in Missouri, wrote a book titled The Wormwood Prophecy, which came out a couple of months ago. He did not put it out through his own publishing house. Charisma House Publishing, a sister company of Charisma Magazine, printed it. You can find it here if you want to buy it.

People from many ministries have interviewed Tom about this book. You can find some of these on YouTube. Just type in Tom Horn Wormwood Prophecy.

As Tom tells it, the gist of the book reveals a dream/vision he had in January 2018 about an asteroid’s hitting the earth. As he awoke from the dream that he recognized was from the Lord, he sat down to write and heard one word: “Apophis.” Doing research, he discovered an asteroid that NASA has been tracking. Guess its name. That’s right—Apophis, named after the ancient Egyptian god of chaos.

NASA predicts this asteroid will strike the western side of the United States on April 13, 2029—ironically, another Friday the 13th. It is the day before Passover on the calendar, which is sometimes off by a day or two according to the cycle of the moon. It is possible Passover will be on the 29th.

As an aside, Tom has discovered many of the prophetic revelations given to him occur on biblical festivals. He is a former Assemblies of God minister, not a Messianic believer. He does not observe the festivals, but he cannot deny he is intrigued about how they pop up at the oddest times.


Planning to post a blog about organic farms in Jordan, I couldn’t bring myself to finish it after completing my research. As fascinating as they are, the irrigated green, polka dot patches of produce in the Wadi Rum wilderness cannot compete with Covid-19.

I am mostly self-quarantining this week, having been laid off my office manager job for a local transport company. In twenty minutes I am going to set off on a pock-marked road that calls itself a highway to the tiny town from which we receive our mail.

Dollar General instituted a new policy to allot the first hour they are open to the elderly so they (we) aren’t exposed to the general public and its germs. I say, it’s jolly decent of them to help us that way. I know the supply truck comes this morning, so I hope to snag a package of toilet paper. We have a supply that will last until sometime in May, but who knows how long this situation will continue? I’ll only buy one. There are other ways to clean one’s bottom.

It may come as a shock to our first-world system to hear that 70 percent of those living on the planet don’t use toilet paper.


Al and I spend quite a bit of time isolated on our five-acre rural property dubbed “The Five.” It is not a hardship for us to be quarantined. We rather enjoy solitude.

We will miss observing Passover with our children and grandchildren this year. We have all decided to stay put rather than making a four-hour drive to be together. Most likely, we will meet a month later since the Bible gives an option to celebrate then if it is impossible to do so on the actual date. Who knows what will happen by the first of May?

I will finish my blog on organic farms in Jordan and post it in a few days. In the meantime, here are links to a couple of videos from a British woman who married a Jordanian and blogs about her life in Amman. She posted two videos recently about what is happening there in this new viral reality. See them here and here


Just got back from Dollar General. The manager met me at the door warning, “The first hour is reserved for seniors to shop.”

“I qualify,” I assured her. She made my day.

Immediately, I inquired if there was any toilet paper. “A few rolls in the back,” she said.

"Woo hoo!" I beelined for the treasure and read the sign “Limit 3 Packages.” What could I do? I placed three packages in my basket. Thirty minutes later and sixty dollars lighter, I rolled my cart out to the car, confident we can wash clothes, sanitize with Lysol, have enough paper towels and toilet paper for the duration, and eat well. I hope we don’t have to go to any store for at least a month.

Yesterday as I pushed my cart up to Aldi’s produce section to buy 89-cent cantaloupes, I caught the eye of a young woman perusing the cheese selection. Noticing my advanced age, she said softly, “Take care out there.”

I laughed and tossed my hair. Saying loudly enough to be heard at the check-out stand at the front of the store, “This is a scam. I’m not afraid. Ask yourself the question, ‘Who is benefitting from this scare?’ Follow the money and follow the power over people.”

She stared as though I was in the throes of dementia.

Since October 1, 2019, until today, almost 55,000 people have died in America from the seasonal flu. Where is the uproar? Where is the government imposition of martial law for that? Where is the free money? Why the pandemonium now?

Ask questions.

"The few can only enslave billions if the billions acquiesce. Through fear, billions are acquiescing to the few." David Icke

And that is what I leave with you.

If you are afraid, listen to this.

Postscript: This afternoon as I was trying to post this blog, stormy weather kept knocking out the electricity. My poor computer didn't know whether it was coming or going. I looked out the back window toward the east to see if there was a storm, and all I saw was blue skies smilin' at me.

I opened the front door, and the western sky was a solid angry black cloud bank moving quickly toward us. Before long, it engulfed us with pounding rain and raging wind. It was a metaphor for the time we are in. Look one direction, and everything looks normal. Look the other way, it's menacing and frightening.

I turned off the computer and went to bed for a nap. When I awoke, it was blue skies all around, the sun lavishing itself on everything.

A perfect metaphor.

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