MathMan (30 Dec 2011)
"Ron Reese's Red Alerts - An Incredible Outline of Sudden Destruction (not EMP) as per Joel Rosenberg"


 Dear John G, Bill English & Doves, 

You both wrote excellent reasons why the EMP seems unlikely as the method of Sudden Destruction.  To reiterate, you indicated that, if electronics are knocked out for multiple years in the U.S.A., that there would be no way to see the Two Witnesses being resurrected.  My personal opinion is that Joel Rosenberg nailed the possible Sudden Destruction scenario in his excellent book “Dead Heat”.  If you have not read these series of amazing books, I HIGHLY RECOMMEND them.  Joel is a Messianic Jew who wrote about the plane crashing scenario in New York just months before it actually happened.


For your reading pleasure (though gut-wrenching to read), here is an excerpt from the 13th Chapter of Dead Heat, which I have repeated for educational purposes for fair use and discussion.  As background to this chapter, these missiles were fired from just off shore (just like the missile seen last year that was shot off the West Coast a year ago) from unmarked container ships, striking Washington DC twice, Manhattan Times Square, Seattle’s Pike Pine Market as well as Los Angeles:




Without warning, the capital of the United States was obliterated.


At precisely 9:12 P.M. Eastern, in a millisecond of time, in a blinding flash of light, the White House simply ceased to exist, as did everything and everyone else for miles in every direction.


No sooner had the first missile detonated in Lafayette Park then temperatures soared into the millions of degrees.  The firestorm and blast wave that followed consumed everything in its path.  Gone was the Treasury building, and with it the headquarters of the United States Secret Service.  Gone was the FBI building, and the National Archives, and the Supreme Court, and the U.S. Capitol and all of its surrounding buildings.  Wiped away was every monument, every museum, every restaurant, every hotel, every hospital, every library and landmark of any kind, every sign of civilization.  Every building was just gone, and every soul as well.


Across the Potomac River, the Pentagon shuddered violently from the blast wave and then began to partially collapse.  What remained standing was utterly ablaze, as was every structure not flattened for as far as the eye could see.


Howling, scorching winds soon began sweeping lethal radioactivity through the city’s northeast quadrant and into Maryland, surging through Prince George’s County and Anne Arundel County, as if they were following 295 to the north and Routes 50 and 214 to the east, through Capitol Heights and Lanham and Bowie toward Crofton and Annapolis.  Soon more than five thousand square miles of Virginia, Maryland, and the District of Columbia were contaminated with deadly levels of radioactivity.  And the nightmare had only just begun.


Moments after the first missile hit D.C., a second missile struck the CIA building at Langley directly, its superheated fireball and cataclysmic blast wave obliterating the nation’s premier intelligence headquarters in the tree-lined suburbs of northern Virginia and vaporizing every home and office building, every church and mall for mile after mile in every direction.  Those poor, unfortunate souls who didn’t die instantly suddenly found themselves blinded and burning and unable to move.  Some would hang on for hours.  Some would endure for days or even weeks.  But there was no hope of survival.  Nor was there any hope of rescue or evacuation.


The vast majority of those who didn’t die immediately sustained third-degree burns over most if not all of their bodies.  People’s eardrums were blown out.  Their hands and feet were blistered and bleeding.  And they would continue to suffer horribly, until they eventually succumbed to the most excruciatingly painful deaths imaginable; there was absolutely nothing they or anyone else could do about it.


Manhattan took the next hit.


The Scud C hit the heart of Times Square, and it, too, carried a nuclear warhead.  The effect was as ghastly as it was instantaneous.  The detonation eradicated every life-form in a half-mile radius within a fraction of a second.  Every building from the theater district and the New York Times Building to Grand Central station and beyond was vaporized in the blink of an eye, just as experts had long predicted and military commanders had long feared.  Even buildings miles away from the epicenter were flattened by the blast wave.  The firestorm ignited by the detonation spread at speeds upwards of six hundred miles an hour, and every borough was suddenly a raging, radioactive inferno that would blaze for weeks, if not months.


Apartments and office buildings began collapsing from the shock waves and the intense heat.  All but one hospital was incinerated or destroyed beyond recognition.  And then the Lincoln Tunnel imploded.  A billion gallons of the Hudson River – now superheated by the thermo-nuclear blast – surged into Chelsea, annihilated Penn Station, and boiled everything and everyone south of Broadway.


Seattle was next in line, mere seconds after Manhattan.


The missile seemed to emerge out of nowhere.  Launched from a ship several hundred miles off the Canadian coastline, it quickly arced over Victoria, over Port Angeles and Olympic National Park, on a direct trajectory into the center of the city.


Ground zero was Pike Place Market, and when the fifty-kiloton nuclear warhead detonated, it instantly and completely vaporized anything and everything for miles in all directions.  The Space Needle.  The aquarium and the science center.’s headquarters.  Safeco Field.  And every Starbucks in between.  All of it was gone in the snap of a finger.


None of the city’s twenty-one state-of-the-art air raid sirens went off.  They had originally been installed in the early 1950s during the Cold War.  They’d been cosmetically upgraded in 2006 at a cost of $91,000.  But they’d been useless.  No one in the mayor’s office or the police department or the fire department knew the missile was coming.  No one knew the threat that was inbound.  Thus no one had activated the sirens.  But even if someone had, would anyone in Seattle have known what to do or where to go?  Would there have been any time to seek shelter?  No one was left to ask the questions, for now the air raid sirens and the city they were designed to protect were gone entirely.


Untold thousands lay dead and dying.  More would join them soon.  Indeed, the death toll in Seattle alone would soar into the hundreds of thousands within hours.  An enormous mushroom cloud, crackling with toxic radioactive dust, now formed over the city.  Those not blinded by the initial blast could see the lethal, glowing plume from miles away.  It was certainly seen on the Microsoft campus in Redmond, just ten miles away, and as the killer winds began to blow, death and destruction soon followed.  It was only a matter of time.  There would be no escape, and no place to hide.


Surely first responders would emerge from surrounding states and communities, eager to help in any way they possibly could.  But how would they get into the hot zones?  How would they communicate?  Where would they take the dead?  Where would they take the dying?  The power grid was down instantly.  All communications went dark.  The electromagnetic pulse set off by the warhead’s detonation had fried all electronic circuitry for miles.  The electrical systems of most motor vehicles in Seattle – from fire trucks and ambulances to police cars and military Humvees, not to mention most helicopters and fixed-wing aircraft – were immobilized completely or, at the very least, severely damaged.  Most cell phones, pagers, PDAs, TVs, and radios were rendered useless as well, as were even the backup power systems in hospitals and other emergency facilities throughout the blast radius.


The same was true in Washington, D.C., and New York.  No amount of emergency planning had prepared anyone for something of this scale.  Raging fires and radioactive winds were killing everyone in their paths, yet fleeing for safety was difficult if not impossible.  Shock paralyzed millions.  The lack of electricity paralyzed millions more, as did the inability to communicate.  What had just happened?  What was coming next?  Where could one go to be safe?  And how in the world should one get there?


And then the City of Angels became the City of Demons.”


Ladies & gentlemen, fellow watchers, the common interpretation will be that we will be Raptured and that many will have a chance to read your documents and be saved during a time of supposed peace.  However, Ron Reese has written out a compelling case that this will not be the case and that the Rapture and Sudden Destruction will happen almost simultaneously, with us, His loyal followers, removed just before the sudden destruction.  If Ron is correct about January 28th being just this date, we don’t have much time to get the message out.  Once fried, your eternal destiny is sealed.


In the book, “Dead Heat”, as quoted above, it was later determined that North Korea was responsible.  Perhaps this will be who could be blamed by the New World Order if the above scenario was to take place, but there is compelling reason to believe that it will be the New World Order itself that would take on this diabolical task of bringing down the U.S.A.  Quite simply, the establishment of their long-desired World Government requires the U.S.A. being brought down to its knees.  For Israel to be TRULY ISOLATED, it requires the U.S.A. being brought down to its knees.


I apologize for the bluntness of this message, but time is rapidly running out.  All of the Middle East is a keg of gasoline simply waiting for a spark.  The elitist Illuminati are at the doorstep, anxiously awaiting the day they can put their man, Barack Hussein Obama, into power as Henry Kissinger said they would multiple times.


It’s all lined up, we are at the brink and Ron has presented compelling evidence that we may now have less than 30 days.  NOW is the time for action.  I know that those who are reading this are already doing more than their fair share of this compared to other Christians, but NOW is NOT the time to relax, for we are rapidly approaching the finish line we have all been praying so fervently for.


To God be ALL the glory!!!  He is at the door!!  Maranatha!!


YbiC, MathMan