How Degeneracy will kill Civilization,https://youtu.be/cTDTVbourzU?si=ik6Xd09X_ZNeYF1i

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(I am my only editor - first draft) I found myself in a house with many floors - the home made of pale stone, on a hill, in an old fortified style, with a pyramid like roof of slate. It was in a suburban like setting, idyllic even. My wife (deceased) was there with me, as was my brother-in-law, Raethan - who was busy and coming and going, while my wife and I were discussing issues of our life together... reassuring me that she was with me and no other. The interior of the house was rather turn-of-the-century modern and yet antique as well in decor, but dark, deeply shadowed, the curtains all closed up. There was a heavy oppressive energy and presence, as an old dark and angry spirit had taken up residence within it. Beyond the walls, a parking lot like driveway, but with only a couple cars (room for many), though people were coming and going from the house, few would stay long. Across the way, across the street, a marshland, but with many people wandering about within it, seeming to eek out a living there, and I referred to this region, as "India." Walking through my house, I confronted the entity darkening it, and spoke very clearly and powerfully, "This is my house, and I lay claim to it, in the name of Yahweh-EL, and by Im-Anu-EL (Immanuel) I lay claim to it - and it is mine! You are dead and have no claim here any longer. You are welcome to stay or go, but this is my home and you will be at peace, or you will depart at once." Immediately the house brightened, the curtains seemed thin and light shown through them, the very air felt lighter and breathing was easier, moving was no longer as if moving through density. Going outside, my attention was drawn to the marshlands (India) and I crossed the street and went out into it, and began to try and talk to the people - who were in a panic. The waters of the marsh were rising, not from rain, as there was no apparent rain, the skies bright, though somewhat clouded. No, the waters were just rising, and the people were panicking. Running here and there, worried, fearful, and they were praying for it to stop, and trying to figure out the cause, and make plans, but forced, as it slowly but steadily rose, to retreat. My mind shifted back to the house, unconcerned with the slow and seemingly minor flooding in the land across the road - it seemed disconnected from me. I ascended to an upper floor, a clean, bright, and well-ordered room, as one might find in a retirement home (so it reminded me), and within it, an old woman of seeming hispanic heritage, sitting in the center of the room alone, bundled up in a native blanket. She looked up at me with sad eyes, and I told her, "I love you, grandmother," and she brightened and smiled so wide, and I leaned in and hugged her... her demeanor lifted and she hugged me back. This was the spirit of oppression that had filled the house, the brooding elder... and I went over to the window, and drew back the pink curtains and opened the windows, and the sun shown in, and the stale still air was shifted and freshened, and the day outside was bright and full of birds tweeting and sunshine. She was contented and at rest, and knew she could move on, or remain in peace... the way to the Light was opened to her. Yet, I heard a commotion and turned to the back of the old woman's room, and went to look out the window, at the land across the road, and saw that it was gone... replaced by a boundless sea and that only a few of its inhabitants had made it out. To my horror, the road itself was gone as well, and the sea was lapping at the boundaries of my property. The house now stood on a white rocky tor, amidst a quarry of white stone, with high sides, that were somewhat holding back the waters, and people were gathered in the shallow quarry, but few could climb up onto the tor or rocky high ground where the house stood above all else. I went out and called to them, but they could not hear, amidst the tumult and the panic. The sea closed in around the quarry, and then the hill, but found its level, and the house, and it's hill became an island, and there on that island I was stranded and yet, content. In another scene, I saw a city of white stone, on a river, amidst rivers, and the waters were rising and raging, and torrents rose and were washing out the bridges, and the people were running to and fro in a panic. Multitudes of Muslims were throwing themselves at the waters in rage and fury, as if to make war upon it, and drowning anyway, sinking down and down into bottomless depths... and I saw them, these masses drowning, multitudes beyond counting, and saw some among them instead surrender to death with prayer and opening their hearts unto God - and they were illuminated and rose toward a light, as sun shining down into the depths from above and were taken up and out into the sunlit skies, while the vast majority sank down and down into the darkened deep and the dark abyss thereof. Randomly, saw this, today, after this vivid/lucid dream of the night: https://youtube.com/shorts/6WCu2M1Jrak?si=HlDTIvc5DDdsiaPQ Though there are several other possible meanings, that I noticed this, and it's obvious relevance to the dream, is noteworthy.