A king has a troubling dream about a magnificent image . . .
The head of gold
The chest and arms of silver
The belly and thighs of bronze
The legs of iron
The feet a mixture of iron and clay
And a huge boulder that smashes the whole thing to pieces
What does it all mean?

A prophet offers an amazing interpretation . . . in turn, four kingdoms would conquer the world, and in turn, four kingdoms would fall. Never again would the world be ruled by one power, though many would try. . .until the very end of time.

There will be wars, the prophet declared. Crime, lawlessness, immorality, disasters of every description.

Then a superpower of unimaginable strength and influence will brighten our planet like a star bursting in the heavens, the prophet predicted, and it will last forever.

A dreaming king. An ancient prophecy, spanning 2,500 years, fulfilled in every particular–almost. Only the last event is yet to happen.

And you are sitting on the front row of the universe.