Hopefully the blood moon hubbub is now over. There have been so many voices drowning out that of my Fathers on this subject. I tried not to let it bother me, traveling on two of the blood moon dates, much to the dismay of my mother. “You can’t go to Africa during the blood moon!” Is there a safe place to ride out the apocalypse? I dunno.
It wasn’t until the night of this last blood moon that I believe I heard God on the matter. I said “I know it’s to mark times and seasons… People think this is the end…” He said, “It is the end. The end of this season. This is your harvest moon.”
Nothing will ever be the same again.