I think that to proerly understand the days and the seasons one must examine the types and thereby gain insight into the antitypes.
Let our own dear brother Chuck Russell be a type.
He chucked (pun intended!) out on Halloween, 1916. Certainly then we faithful must endure only a little while longer. Wait patiently for the end of the month and then the end (of the month) will be suddenly upon you!
Also note that it has been - or will be - 89 years since "that servant," brother Chuck, the "laodicean Minister," descended into the abyss to meet the White Worm. There must be significance in that, but we leave it to our advertising agency to work out the story line.