Thanks for the response Nitelion. But I am very skeptical, not so much about your prophecy, but of your ability to see it through the last days.
I have not expectation of dealing with the pretenders. If you want anything from me you got to jack it up and become Zion within your heart by the power of Christ and the promised recreation of heart from the Father. I would be willing to set up a school to teach people how and hold them to the standard of Zion. I think that would be thrilling, if there were faith enough for people to regularly get it right.
I would have no problem dealing with what ever comes up if there are true saints around. No dead weight, unless they are somehow connected to a true saint, eeeesh that could get cumbersome!
You're revealing your inability to lead zion right here. What, you think Moses just had all the fun of Going up Mt. Sinia and then layed down on a couch and spoke profound truths to an easy audience? Did Lehi have the luxary of family and friends who all just hung on every word he said?
Of course you're willing to sit around and let the masses come to you and annoint your feet, make you their leader, and gasp at every word of wisdom out of your mouth all while they figure out all their problems of survival on their own. That's just a typical male fantasy, particularily typical of artist/musician types or sci-fi dudes who have difficulty on a social level or dealing with the mundane reality that usually comes with striving for success.
You apparently have a huge problem dealing with whatever might come along. The first part, to get Zion to listen to you, follow you, get along with each other, and get themselves out the door to begin their arduous trek is half the battle.
If you were a Lehi, a Moses, or a Joseph Smith, (or even a Morpheous!) you'd be pleading with the Lord at night and wetting your pillow with your tears in desperation over getting one or two Saints to listen. You would feel pain when you are rejected for the sake of what the soul has lost. Your every concern would be over how you might gather your people.
The trial of Zion has always been a fallen world and the trial of a true prophet, a fallen Zion. Put away your guitar, buy a gun, man up and go out and get Zion and lead them to the top of Mount Olympus. Wear out your life serving the people that reject you, that scorn you, that are rebellious and won't listen to you. It's your responsibility, if you can't do it, if you won't even try and just expect Zion to come to you, then all you are is another poet/sci-fi geek loner with a fantasy of greatness doomed to fail that allows him to justify avoiding the responsibilities of a family, a job, or otherwise anything that looks remotely like hard work where one might break a sweat from time to time.
I think you're the latter. I've met your kind many times. If you're really a prophet, prove me wrong and start acting like one instead of an angsty teen playing his guitar in the park hoping people will notice his great gifts and fall at his feet.
