Fight the Cosmic War: Speak Truth

The truth will always be worth living for and the light worth falling in love with.

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When you read about the Holocaust in history books,
what do they usually talk about?
Do they talk about the comedies of the theater,
the parties of the well-to-do, the entertainment of the era?


They talk about the battle between good and evil
and the heroes and villains who played their part in the outcome.
They talk about cosmic forces concentrated into human chapters.
We learn about heroes who healed, victims who were hurt,
and villains who propelled disaster into the pages of history.

The writers of the Holocaust don’t harp on high fashion or socialite gossip. They talk about the gory and gorgeous conflict between dark and light,
the shadows that shifted the sands of time
and the light that stilled them.

The humans of the future don’t care about Netflix. They don’t care about college booze parties. They don’t care about the $70 pair of jeans you just bought. They don’t care about the nice wax you got on your car to make it shiny. They’ll care about how you treated the world and ensured its safety. They’ll look back on their ancestors and judge them for their actions, for their beliefs, for their willingness to speak the truth and stand up for what’s right.

It’s not that I’m blind to the inappropriate nature of the discussion–raw truth is sometimes awkward and tactless and killjoy. But its chaos gives way to a kamikaze of catharsis, and that’s what matters. Because the truth is spiritual medicine and we have been ailing in the ICU of ignorance for far too long.

I want to donate my words to the whirlwind of social change and watch the drums of darkness get zapped into glittering windchimes. I don’t want this dystopian nonfiction novel our government is writing about us, and I don’t want to be their minion.

I want the children of the future to be born into a world where I stood up for them. I want the cities of tomorrow to be democratic metropolises and not the demonic madhouses they’re becoming today. I don’t want to side with the silent army, I want to fight with the furious one, the powerful one, the warriors of the world to come. I want to stand with those whose hearts flicker a flame kin to the inferno of Heaven’s hearth.

I am excited about this era in history. The forces of evil have finally shown their faces, and we are the heroes and heroines starring in the show. This is not a time to mourn, this is a time to marvel. Thank God, we can finally see the true character of our government. It is malevolent. It is forceful. It is cruel. And it has become shameless.

What we are witnessing in our world today is simply a muffled squeak compared to the bellowing symphony that is on its way. We are sitting in the front row seats of good and evil’s final showdown. We are watching what ancient biblical texts sing about. We are watching what freethinkers have dreamed about. This is the biggest battle between good and evil to ever set foot on the earthly stage.

I am imagining a revolution. I am imagining a revelation. This is the turning of celestial chapters and we are the fingers on the page.

The truth is tough to stomach, but when you finally surrender to its bitter strength, you couldn’t imagine a better ambrosia.

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Do you know the biggest difference between what happened during the Holocaust and what’s happening now?

The gas chambers are on our faces, and the targets aren’t only Jews.
It’s everyone.

Take the mask off, before it takes you down.

The coronavirus shutdown is a government takeover
disguised as a medical timeout,
and it’s time to take back our power.


An Open Letter
to the Heartbroken of Humanity

An open letter to the heartbroken of humanity:

There is absolutely nothing wrong with falling into the traps of evil
and being forced to face the darkness, yet rising up out of that smoke to meet a better human,
borne of bruises, beaten, blistered, and broken by the hands of unenlightened souls
but determined to make their fiery path brilliant again.
We have all been broken and somehow God still manages
to shine His warmth on our souls,
seal up our stitches with supernatural superglue,
and set us straight on the path to infinity in nothing short of a stardust-flavored millisecond.
I love you. I always have.
I knew you were making deep cosmic memories
when you were weighed down with the torrential storms of sin
and you would eventually find the light to set your own soul on fire
but that first, you needed to see how dark it could get–
to look in the mirror
and see the madness in your eyes that had to be evicted in order for you to be as
as marvelous,
as the studios of God and the pens of angels had written you to be.

You needed to stand alone in the shower,
broken and soaked down to the bone with the acid rain of censorship
to see how lovely it was
to own a voice.
You needed to watch your flag be burned
by the red, white and blue inferno of brainwashed fear,
to watch the pure, white stars shrink into chars,
in order to believe that the oncoming battle scars
are worthwhile of their earning.
You needed to sit in the pew of an abandoned chapel
and watch the shadows in your heart swoon at the sound
of the church bell
and your heart wish it could hear the roar of the preacher
because of the deafening silence and dust on the Book.
You needed to see evil
to see good–
you needed to hurt to heal.

Darkness is a subversive leech living off a sacred light source,
hate is a cockroach feeding on the flame of a holy candle,
and oh, how deeply necessary it is for you
to cut out those demons from the sacred fabric of your being,
to strip them from every inch of stitching
along the flesh of soul they infect
and rinse your mind of the muddy footprints
they left on the carpet of your conscience.
As you winced from the heatwave of volcanic transcendence,
I watched in timid assurance,
knowing a child needs to walk alone
to walk on its own.
You needed to grow a head of spikes
to supplement your heart of sugar,
you needed a little hot blood running through your veins
to make the halo over your head look tougher,
I knew you had to melt into a pool of gray
to fall in love with color again,
to erase your blood from the battleground
and trade pain’s ballistics for purity’s balm,
and to leave you standing
amidst an empty brotherhood,
defeating the darkness
with the light of God.

Your voice is a revolution,
your soul is a Renaissance–
your body is a romance
and your mind is riding on a cosmic orbit of circumlocution
yet you play this heavenly game
with such earthly nonchalance.
If history dares not remember you
for destinies to come
then I have one solution:
Whip around the gates of time
and remember your time
sitting on the throne of pollution.

But for the souls who snatch their axe
and join the fight in the forest,
even the trees understand.

Even though the whole world saw it as the love story between
what they thought was a forgotten nation and a faraway dream,
we turned out to be more than that.
And I always knew that among the mess of shattered memories and forgotten dreams
you still stood there with your kite kept close to the clouds,
gracing the air with a dance of love
like your life depended on it. It was more than that,
it was Source teaching you your own weaknesses.

And I knew you had to lose everything to gain back what little there was left of you
after the vice of life
had its predestined feast out of you
and you recovered from the mauling
in a cotton candy-coated cocoon
up in the hospital in the stars.
Once the dare of death has lost its black wings
and the grave its grayscale hunger pangs
and we all fight our mandated fist fights in our planet’s Hunger Games
and come out drenched in starlight and love
because we refuse to kill our brothers and sisters in God,
that’s when we will breathe.
And even though we’re still reeling in bloodstained leather
and the sound of bullets blasts through our brains
in an endless montage of PTSD images playing forever
like a perverse movie made just to murder our souls,
we must march on in the name of love because who else will build our ladder
and pay our tickets
to the more beautiful battle Above?

While we stood around sprinkled in the shattered stained glass
of our sacred church
and our enemies licked their lips
prepared to feast on a particularly strange meal
of souls
we refused to feed their hunger–
we put promises before the feet of swine and not pearls,
we put words before the mind of time and not worlds,
and because of the divine switcheroo
I saw how beautiful it was as you
once again gathered
those dirtied gems into your own treasury,
accepting yourself again.
You began to love you,
no matter how many times
you had been violated by hungry hands
or looked at by lustful eyes
or adored with the dirty touches of sick love,
the world wanting more from you
than it ever deserved,
as if the trust of We the People
is a voiceless, inanimate prize,
as if honesty can be won over with lies.

So sometimes, you have to be set on fire
to feel that the flames of life
are going flat.
Sometimes you have to feel cold
to crave heat.
God will drown you in light to show
how drenched you are
in shadows.
And this awning of ignorance that shades the feminine soul
is so apparent, so ironically comical.
As women, we grow up as little girls–
with Barbies in our hands and boys on our minds.
We were taught that makeup makes us pretty.
We were taught that straightening our hair
makes us neat-looking, polite. Curling it does, too.
Spritzing some chemicals on your neck
to make you smell like flowers
for hours
is better than smelling human.
Anything that changes you, that makes you less you, is better to this world.
We were taught that shaving all our body hair
until we’re bald as a molerat strutting down a catwalk–
getting as skinny as possible like an aspiring anorexic–
and presenting a submissive personality like a brownnosing geisha
will make us hot.

We all fall prey to this factory-made femininity
that is offered to our souls
by this fake society.
But we’re the same age,
and I grew up
watching you grow up because we were made
through the mating of infinity with illumination,
the marriage of wonder with the wilderness–
we are the Word and the Spirit’s creation
and we are cherished children
so you need a snack of inspiration
to give you a kick of epinephrine
so you can break the fast of lovelorn starvation
and bounce on to better days.
Sometimes a letter in a bottle sent from a stranger
on the other side of the sea
is the only message you’ll get that day.
I live across the world but words can traverse worlds
so I have something to say:
Darkness is a tick hooked to the skin of saints,
hate is a barnacle on the Titanic of your soul,
and the shadows in your eyes will turn a girl into a ghoul,
but the dewormer for both parasites is a hearty helping of love
paired with a heavy dash of divine humility
chased down with a shot of starlit espresso
sucked out from the electrical outlet
in the primrose and radiant
power plant of the heavens.

Your heartbeat is electric,
your lungs pure magic,
and your body is a supernatural juxtaposition
sleeping sweetly between
the mezzanine bridging the tranquil with the tragic,
the law and the love
with the life and the truth
and learning this sacred school lesson
may take your entire cosmic youth,
so remember to keep your dream pencils
properly drizzled in stardust
and your dare papers
furnished in neon lunar lamination
so that when Test Day comes,
you’re not grabbing at the tails of comets
to save you from the brightness
of His blue-skied illumination.

Ballroom dancing on the moon:
Lunar bride and solar groom,
grab your counterpart
and turn up the shimmering jazz,
dance around the starry room,
knowing that love is all that ever was
and we are kept safe within its womb,
relaxing in the pleroma of pure lux aeterna,
loved divinely eternal.

You taught me that girls can be different,
that they can dive into pools of plant medicine
and emerge from the smoky abyss
as soulful mermaids
crowned in seaweed, starlight, and ancient secrets.
You taught me that we come from the ocean and the best lotion
for city-saddened skin
is an elixir of sunlight and saltwater.
You taught me that freckles are life’s most original tattoos,
that komorebi is an actual thing,
that herbal tea and cozy fireplaces and plant medicine can be the necessary trinity of human healing
and it is a hospital held in God’s hands that is going nowhere.

You are God’s and His Light will protect you,
and no amount of bullying or ignorance from the general public
or censorship from social media and the government
can take away the fact
that your learning experience and relationship with life
never deserved to be the punching bag of the public
or the object of criticism and control from the government.
Your mistakes are not the circus act of the century.
Your soul is a heavenly star rising up out of an earthly penitentiary
to find rest in a world bursting with a psychedelic life that’s deliciously sensory.
All of the pain was never meant to hurt you,
it was only meant to teach you
that you were not supposed to be in the presence of that darkness.

as women we are taught that dainty petals are better than divine superpowers,
that skinny bodies are better than warrior souls,
that beauty is more valuable than honor, valor, and a vivacious way of living.
But being alive has never been out of style and I feel like tearing through
time and enjoying freedom for a while,
even if it puts me in exile.
Because when I get dressed in the morning and do up my hair,
the first thing I put on
are a few aquamarine splashes of flowery independence
on my neck:
the perfume of power, the cologne of legends,
the smell of victory.

God is love and He made you.
I hope that you continue to play your divine instrument of love–
Your Soul–
to this silent orchestra
submerged in fear,
splashing this world in awestruck wonder
and making everyone’s wanderlust kick into colorful gear,
drawing love out of lamentation and peace out of desperate prayer,
and that you never let go of the Hand that’s been holding you through it all.
You are here for a reason.
You are a rose presenting her summer petals in this cold winter season.
You are to be clairvoyant in a world of creatures
whose souls are still trapped
behind the prison bars of unawakened consciousness,
to be a sister and brother to other souls who feel just like you,
and to be a pilot on the passenger train to infinity,
spreading light as we ride through the stars on our way Home.

Jesus said in 1 John 3:13, “Do not be surprised, my brothers and sisters, if the world hates you.”
Do not be surprised if people stagger back in covetous stupor when they see your light.
Do not be surprised when lustful men long to destroy your honor through bullying
or wicked women crave your attention so much they consume you.
Keep your power and share your pearls but never cast them before
the fangs of swine. Evil still enjoys the decadent beauty of the good and it will not
hold back from dipping its fingers into the thick icing
and stealing all your sweetness for itself, so lock the doors to your bakery
at night and remember: your light is your light.
Thank you for speaking up. Thank you for being silent.
Thank you for your soul.
Thank you for you.
Thank you for having something to say,
because saying that you don’t mind government surveillance
because you have nothing to hide
is like saying you don’t need freedom of speech because you have
nothing to say
so thank you for having something to say.
Thank you for stubbornly insisting that your sacred fire
never be smothered by the jeering of a juvenile crowd.
Thank you for slamming the weak-willed jabs of the passive enemy
on the cold hard cement of reality
and saying exactly what you think,
giving the masses a taste of true groupthink
and a clarity-crowned window into all that is reality:
A control-based government, a world devoid of light, a hive of lobotomized honeybees
whose souls have been combed through and through by legal laserbeams
and dunked in the bythos of gin and gall
and no longer feel anything loving at all.
That is what they plan for us,
so if you’ve ever made such a true claim,
on the hero bulletin in Heaven,
plan to see your name.
Thank you for showing us the intensity of this iniquity
with such unabashed red-blooded honesty
and thank you for doing it with a smile.
You have matured.
You have become marvelously full of God’s light.
And your hunger for free speech will be fulfilled
through the fire you have for speaking it.
If you stand for freedom and speak even a word on its value,
you have given a great gift to mankind and your work will be remembered,
for we fight this battle of freedom not as outnumbered victims
but as destined children heir to the throne of infinity,
and the clock starts now.

Today is the day of salvation.
I love you.


Unmask Your Mind
and Unlock Your Inner Ninja

Why is the government so interested in your opinions? Why are they so curious about what you’re thinking? Why is it that every inch of modern life is smeared in pixels, dripping with data, our houses and devices animated by artificial intelligence and our cities dominated by an underlying darkness?

Why does it seem like the government is Edward Scissorhands and he’s in love with your consciousness, trying to pick it apart with his silver fingers and figure out the code behind your I.Q.?

Why does it seem like the government would put your soul on a disc if it knew it could?

Because intelligence is the gold of the twenty-first century world and the hottest commodity in our economy right now, and they would love to cram us all into jars like a pack of pickled cranberries, cut off the cord hooking our hearts to God, and just call us a neutralized crop, but the virus of victory has swept through the camp, all the soldiers have set down their bows, arrows, and animosities and traded them in for leatherbound Bibles–now, we’ve lost our craving for blood and want beauty! We want a Renaissance, a Revival, to pick up a paintbrush and color an Eiffel–we want to pick up love and put down our rifles!

So why do tech companies want all your data, to own everything your brain has ever brought into being? Why does it seem like we’re in a fight to save our souls from the ravenous vortex of a data-eating vacuum?

Because minds make money. Every top dog in a tuxedo is eager to get his bureaucratic wallet in line to invest in a human soul. A better word for intelligence is consciousness, and its creative capacities are the silk and frankincense of today’s spice trade. Consciousness is the cream of the Matrix crop, the caffeine to a college student’s pumpkin spice latte, the organic gold in a corporate harvest of chemical gray. It is the luxurious purple scarf, the glittering neon spice, the opulent jasmine perfume of the world resource system. And yes, I said RESOURCE, muchacho. It’s on the same level as water and petroleum, produce and land. It is the foundation for all human thought.

But what it can do is even greater: It can connect us to God, and God is the Great Consciousness, the Anima Mundi, the Infinite; His Spirit, the energetic womb from which we all sprung. God can change our lives and transform our souls, and when we connect to Him, He gives us consciousness. Consciousness can awaken us into greater creations. It can inspire blossoms to burst out of impoverished shells, petals to puff out of piles of pollen, building messes into beautiful maturity and crafting healed adults out of hurting avatars.
God creates champions out of cowards.

Consciousness creates brilliant thinkers out of bitter thespians, authentic souls out of shallow acts, singing stars out of broken earthly sagas. It melts our royally rude ice castles into tropical oases where ukuleles get tickled under the temperate Hawaiian sun. It creates wonders out of wounds, listeners out of liars–it creates fireflies out of fire. It creates explorers out of existential crises, hippies out of housewives, wild nomads out of landlocked shut-ins. God creates freemen out of slaves, and the sacred consciousness that is lit up within us when He loves us is what sets us eternally free.

When you send that first text to the aether antenna, you are accepted like His long-lost kid who went off into the world, bumped shoulders with too many shadows and decided to come back to bask in your Father’s light. So don’t be ashamed. The Great Light loves helping His little candles burn brighter.

And the love with which He loves us is what makes the wheels on this psychotic bus go round and round. Love is what makes life worth living. Love is what gives life to life. Love is the salt and pepper to our boring potato soup. Love is the iron waffle that is birthed from the waffle iron. Love is the spectrum that splashes the rainbow arch of humanity in buckets and buckets of liquid smiles, sweet honey water pulled straight from the village water well of Heaven. It’s ambrosial Gatorade from the lemonade stand of pure Fatherly love, and these electrolytes will send you FLYING. Not with a jetpack over the neighborhood, but with angel wings through space.

Love fills our flames with forest logs and sets the fireplace aflame with a heavenly burn hungry for righteousness. Love is the warm milk that hushes our hissing hearts until we’re murmuring sleepyheads wrapped up in starry blankets. It is the big, bright okay painted across a stormy sky. God and His love is the sought-after thumbs-up we’ve all been waiting to see.

However, consciousness is one spicy trade alright. The wolves of the world would love to set this place on fire, but my Father is a consuming fire, and He rains joy on the just and brings justice to the oppressors. Mankind would love to capture the minds of other men to do their own biddings and bow down to their own gods, but this is one of the greatest crimes anyone could possibly commit toward one another. Censorship is always a failed attempt at assault. The human spirit was made by God, and when you assault the human spirit, you insult its God–and thus, its God will then assault you!

The merchants of consciousness are madmen–you cannot chain God. You cannot put into a casket that which broke it into pieces! You cannot trap the Soul inside a tomb who made its boulders nothing more than the paperweight holding back a Book that, upon its reading, would rewind time and make us reborn, forever freed from the gravity of the void and given the keys to chesed, to gnade, to ahimsa. You cannot insert death between the Father of life and His children who live within His light.

The experts of technology and trade want to trim down our spirits to bite-sized clouds, but our characters are being chastened into Christendom, our spirits trained for higher states, our chaos used in the construction of a heavenly city and we have a lot of space to fill with our new souls! The Love cannot be broken or bribed out of the hands of the beloved. You cannot take the Being out of His little beings if they believe in Him.

Our society is a stage, a platform on which we are tested through trials. Tribulations are our tests, and we are the students of spectacular teaching. God can even give lessons in catastrophes. What can we learn from what our society does to us, what its bawdy billboards advertise, what its idols praise? Materialism. Focus on the appearance. Loving the shell more than the soul who fills it–loving the vessel and not the water that’s in it. Satan would like to dehydrate the wells of watery illumination within us, to parch the still-growing streams that come from One who speaks with the voice of many waters, to shackle the spice in the salt of the earth, to take the war out of the warrior and the wonder out of the wanderer.

Materialism is a way to swallow spiritualism, because matter distracts from spirit. The more our society can draw our attention away from the divine and drag it into the gravity of everyday affairs, the more insulated we become in our own evils and the more blind we become to our need for a Healer. A sick society sings to us through media that focuses on matter, because if our hearts’ love was reignited within us, it would burn the temples of sin and consumerism down to the ground and a garden of change would sprout from the soil. It would remake our minds in the light of the miraculous Son, His roaring river of a living voice ripping through the chains braided throughout our beings, eating up the darkness that consumes us and consuming the darkness with a light that fills us.

He desires to connect with us, He desires to parent us, just as a Father desires to guide His child into the best life they could possibly live. Our Father wants us to be the best souls we can be, while helping us work through our earthly selves and learn our allotted lessons here. The lessons might be bloody. They might be awkward. They might fill you with pain. But at the end of this terrestrial tunnel lies a heavenly light the golden color of God’s eternal Love.

God is Love, so we shouldn’t wonder why our society encourages shallow living. Beneath our hearts in the code of truth that this world was built upon, the beauty plotted to unfold within our hands before the foundation of the world is a love greater than we can house in our own hearts. It is a Love which spills out of everything that holds it and kisses whatever it touches, that cures curses and washes away sins like rinsing spiritual shampoo down a cosmic drain. Slip into the waterfall and let your worries fall away. Dive into the oasis and listen to the symphonies of Love that pour from the Rock–sing along to the loving song of He whose voice sounds like many waters! Be baptized in His beauty, awash in His wonder, renewed by the timeless One who was and is and is to come.

The people in our society who encourage materialism are often ignorant of the spiritual role they play, but there are a good percentage of this army who know exactly what they’re fighting, and they are brutally determined to lead you astray. They make alluring political agendas, arresting politically-themed art, soul-absorbing music, and irresistibly thrilling movies with political undertones. Who are “the merchants of intelligence”? They are the people whose every act possesses a dark agenda behind it, and I think you can feel who I speak of.

The merchants of intelligence are the people working in the technology, psychology, and advertising departments of society who direct what we see in media. They have mapped out the ways we think, who we are, and why we do what we do. Their goal is to create what producers want: consumers, the citizens of an industrial culture that has been industrial for so long, it has become part of the society’s traditions. Human nature has been hijacked by the freakishly attractive gimmicks and gizmos of our geeky world, yet its geeks are not the precious, naïve characters they seem to be at first sight–they are not the socially awkward computer geeks who wear blocky glasses, wool sweaters, and slouch a bit too much.

Many of the forerunners who brought the brightest bombs to the technology boom and the science show-and-tell of the twenty-first century have morphed from meek, marvelously gifted minds to criminal masterminds who spend large amounts of time building situations and crafting circumstances to carry out sinister, self-serving ploys, who devise destructive plots to gain more power, who race to trump everyone in production and often do so unlawfully. They do this to claim the world as their own. The rich believe they are the deserving heirs to the crown of Planet Earth, that they are destined to be granted gladiator status for killing the most slaves in the ring.

But mortal blood cannot buy immortal truth, and human love cannot transform graveyards of death into gardens of life. God trumps all, even Trump. Just because big men with big wallets own companies that became successful, doesn’t mean they are the designated overlords of the little people. They may be kings ruling on cushioned thrones, but they are not the chosen of Christ. When it comes down to it, the 21st century is a battle between the elect and the elite–dark light versus the Light. They think the masses to be a wealth of dimly lit minds whose suppressed, sickened Light is an acceptable fuel to feed into their money machine. Society inserts souls into slot machines and out comes a bleached droid, brainwashed by Druid teachings. They have unwrapped the wiring of the human brain, unwound its electric wealth into written word, and whipped the dream-drenched organic data into dried-up textbook techniques. The forces of evil and exploitation and the experts within these supernatural subjects have mapped out our minds, surrounded the castle of our skulls, and besieged our souls.

Human consciousness has been captured by the addictive rhythms of algorithms, snagged in the sentience by the metallic talons of our timelines, and lulled to sleep by the immediate gratification of social media. The enemy became a worm of addictive behavior, and our souls are the apples whose crisp, rosy flesh gets eroded with its starving corkscrew exploration, its irksome entry into our inner beings, this invisible beast who swallows our family albums, stalks our shopping habits, inspects and diagrams our personal photos and tags people independent of our permission, this twisted American knockoff of what was supposed to be tucked away far into the future, inside the snug pages of a science fiction book, never to set foot in reality. But we have cameras drooping in front of us like jungle flowers with fat, venomous petals, their black, glassy mirrors absorbing, assimilating, adapting, and declaring themselves the alpha over us. We are watched, 24/7. We are studied. We are the experimental chimps in the government’s psychology lab and our screens are the windows into our primitive worlds… or so they thought.

They sprinkled birdseed on the keyboards of our computers and expected us to cut off our wings to give Facebook flight, to carve ourselves out of our identities and deliver our souls on a silver platter to the salivating fangs of YouTube.

The puppet string pullers thought they’d caught the marionettes in their last dance.

They thought the internet would be the quicksand that consumed the unthinking masses. They didn’t know it would be the match that kickstarted the fire in every forgotten hearth, the flourish of sacred electricity that would set our souls alight–some for the first time–or the deluge of deluxe irony that washed the world in satire, sarcasm, and spurred on the rising of rebellious opinions.

Social scientists slithered into our minds and studied us down to our bones–then they tried to tie us up and cram us into time capsules. These time capsules are our timelines where each of us is trapped in perpetual being, a state of constant announcement, a place of endless preaching. It is a world where we are our own audience and producer, our own speaker and listener, Lonely Person 1 and Lonely Person 2.

The artificial intelligence machine, fueled by the nefarious knowing of men like Zuckerberg (a kind of elite aristocratic genius who only exists in the hundreds, the 0.25% of the 1%) deems our timelines to be the cages in which our consciousness is suspended like debris floating at the bottom of a redneck’s beer barrel. The government thinks its morass of syrupy lies will swallow us into media and keep us stuck like carnivorous flies feasting on publicized vice. And the more perversion we allow on the internet and the more addicted we get to its algorithms, we become trained in the same way that the famous Neo of “The Matrix” was trained: in a bed of embryonic sleep, his mind the meat of a dead machine that could only be fueled by organic consciousness.

We are the gasoline that makes the internet go. Without the substance of the masses’ and their combined sentience, the internet would fizzle out like a soda pricked in the side spits out a sea of sweet carbonation. Our knowledge is what furnishes this library and its static-filled shelves. We are the spiders whose silver silk spun this web. We are the souls whose energy electrified this aerial arena. We are the bartenders of the world’s best wine, information. We are the cultivators of a garden of consciousness whose leaves descend from the misty zenith of Google down to the tiniest blog site situated like an English cottage in a low valley, the fields flowery, the sun singing, and the land luminescent with life.

The government thought they left us perched in the airy hangar of the internet, edited versions hovering in eggshells, souls muted by censorship, faces muzzled by masks, smiles kept smothered inside thumbnails. We were beautiful storms of chaos trimmed into cookie cutter cutouts sliced from the rugged cloth of humanity–born raw, processed and programmed, and sold in Saran wrap like store-bought androids. The government took our souls, painted them silver, poked us through the skin with a hammer and nail and drove the point home that we were now slaves. We own all your data, the government says. We know where you live. Your neighbors will tell on you if you do the wrong thing. Your Facebook account will get suspended if you speak up. Well, guess what? We are warriors fighting the battle of our eternal lives, and the enemy would love it if we never opened our eyes from our earthly nap. But the sedative isn’t working anymore.

Social media was the bait, but when we got caught, we wrestled with the hook so well, we took over the fishing process itself. Social media was meant to be a trap, yet it has instead become a treasure trove of alternative thought. It has become the modern school of philosophers, full of sh!tposting Platos and arrogant Aristotles and people who flip so many tables, Jesus would be proud of them. So what do the schoolyard bullies do? They turn this arena into a playground of backstabbers and quiet schemers. They take their scepter of delusional power and they set up house as watchdogs, burning a censer of censorship in the sanctuary of our souls, stabbing us in the sentience with their virtual book burnings whenever we speak up too much in the online communist classroom.

The media is after its rebellious scholars like medieval dogs on a hunt. We were the students the evil teacher taught too much, the pupils who outgrew their tutor, the masses the media couldn’t keep muzzled. We saw through their plots like eyes see through a worm-eaten sheet of paper, and thanks to the grace of God, their lesson of lies was lost on us. But why is consciousness such a sought-after substance? Why is it so wildly full of worth?

Consciousness and what happens in the here and now determines infinity. It decides history. So if you’re the kind of leader who wants to control the outcome of history, you’d better invest in controlling human consciousness. What you think, you do. What you do, you become. What you become, a part of the world becomes… because YOU are a part of the world, and a beautiful one at that! Your actions are a story on the grand scroll of human history. Whether you like it or not, your name is engraved in the hieroglyphics of humanity.

Our planet has a whopping six billion or so individual minds. This is not just a humming hive, this is a honeybee symphony and we could be hurtling toward cosmic harmony if we got the right level of critical thought going.

You are part of the world and affect its occurrences, and what affects your actions the most is your own day-to-day state of mind. Your state of mind changes the state of the world; in fact, the human state of mind is the first step in the creation of the state of the human world. Your thoughts are the pollen that fertilizes the concepts suspended in the hive’s neuronal honeycombs–you are the caffeine that kicks human consciousness into action, the flower water that nourishes the petals of a sorrowful people, the honey that sweetens the dried-up hive.

We need your mind. The government never asked for it and tried to take it anyway, because that’s the way the forces of evil play this game. But the forces of good choose free choice as their first governing law, and that means we ask questions before we take liberties. Before your liberty is taken, ask yourself this question: Will you take your mind back?

Because most of all, the twenty-first century anthropologists, our society shapers, have discovered that we are delightfully weak in the image department. Images are to the human brain as the earth is to the sky. They go together like predestined shapes in a sacred diagram. Our genius is susceptible to falling in love with images, and the images will be especially influential if they are fed into our minds in rapid succession. Think: fast, bright commercials, super dramatic TV shows, image-saturated social media pages.

Images are the steaming branding irons that stamp our soft brains into cemented structures. They can be the flint that sparks the fire of a brilliant furnace, the catalysts for stellar creativity, or they can be the tattoos that are planted in the skins of slaves. Your mind is the sponge, and whatever it soaks up, gets wrung out by reality in the form of your personality and its powers.

Why are images so impactful? Well, we humans have this superpower inside us called “imagination,” the ability to create new images within our minds. Much of our imagination is our personality, and the extent to which we can create new concepts/images determines the majority of our intelligence. Albert Einstein said, “The true sign of intelligence is not knowledge but imagination.”

What is a thought, anyway, but an image, or the image of a word?
What is memory but a collection of images?

The merchants in media have tried to coax us into quietness with foreign images to hijack our God-given gift of creativity. This is why most of American entertainment is just one big long episode of much ado about nothing–intellectually bland conversation, spiritual blind content, violent and perverse behaviors, shallow soap operas and overdone dramas, all to stimulate and sedate the mind in all the wrong subjects to create a docile sentience that has been desensitized to the most atrocious things a human can commit. This makes him easier to control. If a man doesn’t believe in the existence of corruption and doesn’t care if it crawls across his television screen and slips into his soul, why would he care if it writhes within his government? within his heart? within his family?

If his brain cannot feel compassion or outrage for the wounded actors on his screen, why would he feel anything for the victims of government corruption–himself? If he cannot stand against corruption on his own television screen in his own home, he cannot stand against corruption in this world. The forces of evil do not have to be forceful to make you evil, they often so do charismatically through the voices and behaviors of your favorite actors. This is the main reason media is so evil, fiction so horrific, and the news so full of negativity and shameless deception… because your consciousness is a sought-after creature.

The human imagination is the most powerful tool on the planet, and if you can bog this boat down with enough tsunamis, a sea of images can swallow a soul’s imagination. The system will consume the system-maker, meaning that the society we–the souls who fuel the society–have created may be consumed by what we created. WE are the system-makers, and we are being threatened by the very system in which we operate and work. We fed technology like we were taking in a stray cat for the first time. We thought it was beautiful, fascinating, and so brand-new! We fed it treats and gave it hours of our time. We showered the system in hours. We soaked it in our dreams. We gave it gifts of our time. And in return, it took our lives and called them its own. And suddenly, we forgot how to be free. Had we not been free the entire time? In a mere mind-blowing instant, we saw how enslaved we had become.

After all, who owns the businesses in our cities? Regular, normal, hardworking and innocent people. Who teaches in our schools? Regular, normal, hardworking and innocent people. Who works in the stores? Who makes your local paper, who is behind the cash register, what kind of creatures are working inside the cubicles? Regular people. Good people. The 1% thinks it is so powerful, its penumbra of darkness can eclipse every little candlelight under their control. But guess what? They set up the shadows too fast and our Light saw through the charade of smoke and mirrors.

If you take a human mind and expose it to a marathon of images, and give the series of images a well-developed theme intended to persuade the viewer into believing a certain concept as true, the viewer will either believe your suggestions or reject them. If they believe them, you can manipulate their minds into a predesigned mold. With the right set of ideas, true or not, you can corral their consciousnesses into cages completely without their consent. You can jail their beings without even putting them behind prison bars.

If the lies are powerful enough, repetitive enough, and persuasive enough, you can make a system of public opinions based solely in myth that requires little to no effort on your part to further manipulate, as you’ve now tweaked reality itself. Reality is perception.

With photoshop, you can fabricate a new reality. With newscasters who agree to keep quiet, you can form a narrative that has nothing to do with what is actually being narrated on the battleground of Earth, a story of stolen rights and smothered voices, a world where we own little, do little, and know even littler–a world where the 99% work for the 1% as if we worshipped them, as if Earth itself had been made for them all along, as if every inch of land God had delivered into their hands Himself.

This is why the government puts so much effort into stopping the spread of critical thought and encouraging a state of heightened negative emotion. The intelligence of the masses is a brilliant beast that is waking up from its den of blindness and about to roar with all the Light that’s in it, and the government has decided to terrorize the kitten before its birthday so it cannot become a tiger.

They have not tried to stop the spread of the virus nearly as much as they have worked to terrify us of it. Fear is the best fence to keep a human soul tame and content to carry on at the human farm. Fear is the name of the herding dog, Tim McTerror the farmer, and every time you try to think for yourself, fear comes waltzing up to the fencepost and demands to be let in to beat the bovine citizenry. There have been no government-funded seminars or speeches about boosting our immunity and living well; instead, they lectured us about social issues. They shut us up and shut society down, making us all weaker to their attacks. The government said, “People don’t need immunity-boosting sunshine, they need their favorite local stores to be closed. People don’t need fresh fruits and vegetables, they need curfews and chemicals.”

Everywhere there should have been color, 2020 was hopelessly gray.

They funneled toxic levels of fear into media and blasted it in our faces 24/7, with no end in sight to the constant disaster, emergency after emergency waiting for another poor person to turn on the TV and die a little inside, hoping to cinch our souls into submissive postures and stunt the flourishing of free thought. The media became the stepdad who walked through the door drunk every night, beating us over the head with fear. They became the monster that made the children cower in corners. Do we deserve this? NO! But do we stand up against this, even though we’re still a little shaky from the last blow? YES.

Because this isn’t the headline we want to see when the humans of the future print us in their history books.

We don’t want to see this: With subtle media programming and successful propaganda, the elite powers of 2020 slipped society into a silent mental stranglehold.

We want to see: With absolutely stupid media programming and gloriously lame propaganda, the whole world grew a brain as large as an antediluvian cabbage and threw their TVs out of the window because they were no longer okay with getting walloped with lies everywhere they turned.

Let’s make THAT the headline of 2020!

Or how about: The government had become so vast, so vertical in its isolated hierarchy of corrupt power, that when it tried to slam the trapdoor over the world’s consciousness, the bang was so loud it woke them up from their sedatives.

How about that?

So with that said, let’s ask more questions, because the more questions you ask, the more heebie jeebies Uncle Sam starts to feel crawling up and down his spine and the more steam hisses out of his scarlet red ears, so let’s sip this warm cup of cheap vengeance in honor of our war against the communists and treasure the monumental moment when the liar’s pants really DO catch fire, because the truth cannot be hidden–and it’s also explosive. It will come out like always, tearing across the field to the frontlines of the battle to fight the griffins of ignorance like the epic Narnian unicorn of the wintery universe it is. Truth is awesome. Embrace it. Let it hug you like your large hipster uncle who smells like vanilla hugs you on Thanksgiving Day. Let it hug you like a tiny kitten snuggles into your warm shoulder on a chilly autumn night. Let it hug you like the minty buzz of your morning tea caresses your esophagus in herbal reality. Well, you get the point. Truth is awesome.

More questions: Why does it seem like artificial intelligence is dominating natural intelligence? Why does Facebook spend so much money fighting free speech by interjecting fact-checkers that the users end up swatting away like tsetse flies, anyway? Why does YouTube zone in on small, helpless channels and zap their videos into nothingness with the lightning bolt of censorship like Zeus in a communist tantrum, simply because they “violated” their community guidelines–when “the community” actually loved the content?

Could it be that the popular narrative of lies is losing its grip on our minds, and the slavemaster is getting nervous? Could it be that we are breaking free?

When the number of whips on our backs matches the number of escapes we’ve attempted, that is when we’ve earned our wings.

The human brain is humanity’s most powerful weapon. When it comes to the tools that will predict your eternal fate and decide your earthly survival, it is not your pistol that will do the best job of saving you. It is not the pepper spray in the pocket of your pants. When it comes to that point, the argument is over–and it is now a war. Wars involve death, the end of human lives, and where is consciousness then but returned back to the invisibility of its essence, no longer contained within a warrior and able to be put to use?
Before it becomes a war, ask yourself: will I change my mind, or will they?

There comes a certain point in your paddling through the ocean of terror when you realize that the water around you isn’t saltwater, you’re in a vat of liquid propaganda and the government is drowning you.

Freedom is the fuel of the human soul.
Fear is the muzzle of the human mind.

Turn your TV off, before it turns you off.

If the truth doesn’t set you free, it’s not the truth.


Mutating Mankind

This is a cover for a National Geographic magazine printed in April of 2017.

What most people do not realize is that the liberal belief system is simply a system of beliefs that inevitably leads to a slavery in which you have no identity.
No race, no gender, no religion.
All one race, all one gender, all one religion.

A completely unified, centralized, and standardized set of bio-androids whose occupations, educations, and health decisions are all made by the state, for the state, and to further the success of the state.

A medicated colony of castrated creatures. A flock of Frankencitizens–no genius, no genitals, and no God.

It sounds like a crude joke, but it’s tragically accurate about the goals our government has for us. The UN, or the United Nations, is a system of nations who are united in their common goals, which means they are all working together. The United Nations’ ideas for the future are a secular sociopath’s fantasies, a world where the 99% live as worker bees inside well-controlled smart cities and the elite live in organic bliss, tucked away in countryside estates while the rest of humanity is hooked up to 5G inside electric farms like electromagnetically powered ants or something. Their dream is to create a genetically modified one-size-fits-all slave class.1

It is about the hive and how well you handle your honey here.
It’s all about the mind and how much money they can make by manipulating it, and it seems like they have lost the desire to spend any more time training and taxing the peons, but now desire to wipe us out exterminator-style like roaches in a run-down kitchen.

The Georgia Guidestones affirm the same sentiment of totalitarian top-down deity-like rulers who live in harmony with nature and live by the mantra, “be not a cancer upon the Earth.” They also affirm the possibility of depopulation, as it states in eight languages that only 500 million people should live on the planet: English, Spanish, Russian, Chinese, Arabic, Hebrew, Hindi, and Swahili.

The content National Geographic is producing, the goals of the United Nations as evidenced by Agenda 21 and 30, the Sustainable Development Agendas, the Great Reset, and the Georgia Guidestones are all strong pieces of evidence for the puzzle of depopulation.2

The only way we can take down the gaudy throne our government has set up in our homes is to declare ourselves the sole kings and queens of our own realms.

This body is your castle, act like it!

In the same way that it is completely wrong for a man to go into a woman against her will, not a single soul has the right to inject you with a vaccine against your will. There will be no vaccine passport entry cards. Travelling on this Earth shouldn’t make you feel like a powerless minor who has to show their card to every club they enter. America will not be a maze of medical toll booths–we will not be taxed for the mere existence of a vaccine-free body. To hell with that!

These are dark times. This era is the Dark Ages of medicine.

So we have the blessed responsibility of responding to this attack on our temples, our bodies, the vessels of our souls. What does the word “responsibility” mean but the obligation to respond to something? Response+ability=responsibility. The ability to respond is what responsibility really is.

We have the honor of honoring others, but most of all, we have the blessing of a singular mind. Be of one mind. Be a unified soul within your own self. We are too distinct to be tamed, we are too beautiful to be harvested, we are too magical to be monetized, we are too wild to be caught and sold like brainwashed sliced bread. No one has ever deserved to be a slave, except in the instance that he refuses to think for himself when he knows his attacker is trying to outsmart him and knows that it is indeed possible for him to fight back, yet says and does nothing to stop him.

As with all abusers, they will try to convince you that you are helpless to their beatings. A bully loves to make its victim feel small, to shrink at the mere sight of them, to shiver at their sheer touch. But let’s face it: We outnumber the 1% who control and preside within secular, corrupt agencies like the United Nations by not just millions, but billions. We are in the BILLIONS. They hardly have enough people in their tribe to do their acting jobs, which is why Soros and other men like him have had to hire people to carry out false flag operations and inside jobs throughout the years!

Yes, the elite see us as a plague upon the Earth, but does God see us that way? No. Are there ways to heal our planet, help our societies, and make it possible for seven billion of us to live peacefully and sustainably here?

Yes, I believe there are.

You deserve freedom, no matter how crowded this house gets.

Planet Earth was made for people, and we can do better if we decide to change. You are the adventurer in this forest, you are the nomad in this desert, you are the chef who’s steaming up the place with beautiful spice. YOU are the captain of your helm. Wake up to the ship you’re steering.

The only reason Covid was ever invented was because humanity had reached the edge of its century-long sedative and had begun to see the land of the free and the home of the brave as the labyrinth of slaves and temple of the depraved, and the government didn’t like its clones to go beyond their predesigned code. Humanity has begun to wake up, so our captors keep slapping us in the face with toxic puffs of media-flavored Chloroform to keep us all asleep in the slumber party of American materialism and spiritual ignorance, smothered by a pillow of pride and living by the law of lies.

The bullies are getting so far up into our grills, they’ve barbecued our brains to charred mega-computers that cannot compute for the life of their power source! We are blind to our own brokenness! We are clueless about our own dying characters! We are ignorant of the nothingness that our gnosis is. We cannot see that we have been sedated and enslaved because we have been sedated and enslaved.

The very people who watch, control, and corral us into new ways of living that we never wanted in the first place are telling us that we’re not being watched, controlled, and corralled into new ways of living that we never wanted in the first place. Here we are, with pillowcases over our faces, struggling to breathe, and we think we’re not being controlled? If it were really up to you, would you wear one?

Elon Musk talks openly about transhumanism, of merging the human with the robot. Mice get injected with human DNA. Leaves get their chlorophyll sucked out and infused with artificial blood. Artificial flesh flourishes like mutant meat in petri dishes. Humans are injected with animal, plant, and foreign human DNA. Foods are injected with animal and foreign plant DNA. Do you know what this means? I read the Book of Enoch and it talks about why God sent the Flood. Do you want to know why? Because they were doing the exact same things to their world that we are doing today. In Enoch chapter 7, it expresses genetic modification in an interesting sentence: that humans learned the “cuttings” of roots and trees, and in another version it describes it as “the dividing of roots and trees.” This is a very simple way to say that humans began to isolate natural compounds and use them for unintended and inevitably destructive purposes—immensely destructive purposes. To alter DNA is to doom creation.

The “root” of a plant is its DNA. The “root” of a human is its DNA. The “root” of an animal is its DNA.

When scientists merge the plant with the animal, the animal and plant with the human, and manmade technology with God’s technology, they are doing exactly what the antediluvian people did that heralded the wrath of the Deluge.

But as the days of Noah were, so also will the coming of the Son of Man be.


In fact, they are doing exactly what will make this verse come true:

And unless those days were shortened, no flesh would be saved; but for the elect’s sake those days will be shortened.


Could this be our world now? When scientists start splitting and splicing and sewing cells together as though they were little gods studying hell’s home economics, they create systems of sorcery. They create creatures of chaos. They create a broken world that cannot be put back together. Once you have mutated the genetic foundation of a form, you sabotage any future symmetry, symbiosis, or homeostasis it could possibly have. If you mutate the root of a being, it cannot BE the way it was created to be, nor will its descendants be the way they were created to be, nor will their descendants or the descendants of their descendants. If you poison the core, the crust dies. If you poison the root of a tree, the branches wither. If you alter the DNA of a man, you change the rest of his lineage for all eternity.

I don’t think people realize today how mind-blowingly dangerous laboratories have become, or how mad the scientists of our societies have become. Mad scientist is no longer a humorous, mythical stereotype. We have scientists trying to turn animals into humans and humans into animals. We have scientists trying to mix plant roots with human roots, and then we wonder why cancer is such an epidemic! Cancer is the mutation of cells… could our society suffer from so much cancer because we are CONSTANTLY MUTATING OUR CELLS? Could our cells be mutating because we eat mutant food and are injected with mutagenic cells?

Are we mutating in a mutant world? Are Jesus’ soft-spoken words getting louder?

Altering DNA is like crash-landing Planet Earth into a casket of rapidly sped-up cellular degeneration. We already degenerate quite quickly. To add additional genetic mutation to an already mutated world is to murder creation.

Man does not know every in and out of the universe, nor why it was put together in the ways that it was—why animal is meant to be animal, why plant is meant to be plant, why human is meant to be human. The technological entrepreneurs of our time are like little boys who walk into a toy store full of amazing, wholly unique gadgets, but instead of appreciating, working, and playing with that which already exists, they start slicing and dicing the stuffed animals, beheading the Barbies, and decide to start World War III with the G.I. Joe’s. They take whole forms and mutilate them. They take creation and castrate it. They take wholeness and fill it with holes. Scientists and their love for warping the cell is what will create the world of death that Jesus says will be created in the Last Days, and look at the world now!

It has been done.

Our world suffers; our bodies suffer. All of creation groans, as it was eloquently put in Romans chapter eight. We suffer from heavy metal toxicity, petroleum, plastic, and paraben toxicity, of oceans littered with trash islands, of landfills whose decaying juices leach into drinking water, of big-box corporations that pour poison into beautiful rivers. It’s a world where needles’ and their chemical contents send people spiraling into seizures, a world whose medicines cause mental breakdowns and their home remedies have black box warnings, a world where their poisonous medicines are labeled in skulls and crossbones and their medicinal plants are illegal—this world is becoming terraformed to the extraterrestrial angels of death, and they are feasting on our flesh and banking on our ignorance.

When man starts messing with the foundation of existence, life, and reality as we know it–the cell–that is when God no longer can resist intervening. We can expect more chaos if we do not respect what God has created.

The scientists must be stopped, or the scientists will stop us.

If it were up to the government, they would have painted us silver, installed genetically modified hard drives into our hearts, and planted pixels in our brains by now.

But it’s up to us. It always has been.
Will we take back our faces? Will we take off our masks?

Will we take back our freedoms?




Choose Love

When someone is unkind to you, it has nothing to do with you. It has everything to do with them. It is their character flaw, not yours. It is their darkness, not yours. They can harbor as much toxic negativity as they desire, but it is up to you whether you let that energy into yourself. We all are spiritual doctors and we are constantly giving out mind-altering substances to every single person we meet. This mind-altering substance is the way we treat one another, and it is the most powerful drug in the universe.

Our actions affect the minds of others on a deep and profound level. The reality is, whether you care or not, you are causing change in this world as a spiritual being. Your actions blend with and bind to the quintessence that comprises the blood of the universe. Your existence is a factor in the very force that fuels the existence of existence itself. Your mental energy either propels the mental health of society forward into healing or backward into hurt. Whether you know your power or not, you are powerful nonetheless. And it is this power within us that makes human interaction innately divine.

We are soundboards of energy, the mirrors that echo reality, bastions of higher intelligence concentrated into fleshly avatars and crafted to change the universe. 

When interacting with hateful people, know that the reality they are living is a dark one, and love them. Love them, because it is clear that they are starving. Their souls are dried-up, their purpose unknown–their entire existence a mere guess. They know not where they came from nor why they are here, and they don’t even know that hate is a poison and, if left to brood too long in the heart, will eat its way through the muscle like pure acid and permeate their being with the ghostly smoke of death itself. Hate is death. It is only the living who do not know that.

Never let the darkness of death poison your love for life, and never let the transience of Earth bruise your faith in eternity. It is up to you whether you let that soul’s poison mingle with your soul’s medicine.

With spiritual viruses like hate, it is unlike material viruses that physically affect the body. You can deflect it and defend yourself with your mind and its conscious thought, and it never needs to spread. Hate can be neutralized with the universally potent power of love, and especially so when this energy is strong within the mind. Love can overcome hate in the confines of the skull, within the most intimate and visceral elements of the psyche, within your very thoughts. 

With the power of critical thought and the healing warmth of empathy, your consciousness can rise into a weapon of brilliance and you can charge forth in this battle of truth with the beauty of love on your side. You can fight the seeds of corruption before they sprout in the soil of society. How you eradicate the pandemic of evil is love, love, and more love. It stops the beast in its tracks before it blossoms into the nightmare it is. 

And not just silly love. Not easy love. Not flattery, vain appreciation, immature infatuation, or a love without borders or judgement. Be wise. Be sharp. Be still. Love within the law of truth, God’s truth: the Ten Commandments. The law is the love, and the love is the law.

Humans who live by the law of hate and use this rulebook to punish and humiliate others think they are the alpha dogs, the tough ones, the guys and girls who have worked their way to the top and earned the right to bite and snarl at any weakling they choose, but they’re living a lie. 

In the spiritual world, the otherworld, the universe beyond our five senses that our sixth one secretly knows about, the toughest and biggest and richest and rudest are the lowest ones. Those bullies? Their souls are not matured, their spirits are stunted, and they are the mess–not you. We are all cold, and naked, and hungry. Behind the beautiful pixels and squeaky-clean screens of this Matrix system, we are all just souls on life support, born to die. Love each other through Earth’s hospice. This place is a growing chamber, a laboratory of moral development and we are the seedlings of our higher souls, the inheritors of a heavenly crown, but first we have to put on our hardhats and get to work. Laboring in this labyrinth for the goal of a greater character is a bloody and vicious debacle but it gives way to a vastly worthwhile oracle. Our time in this planetary gladiator ring is a short and sweet Hunger Games, but it ends in the unboxing of nirvana, the ultimate Christmas–round two, if you will. (The Second Coming.) 

And because nothing matters more on this planet than the precious people we share it with, we ought to love the mean ones, because they’re the ones who don’t know that the scroll of time is getting shorter and God’s ink pen is going dry. The angels have been recording our actions for centuries, and the books are filling up, the pages thick and the lines packed with letters, regaling the worlds of our world and the wilderness that it is, and recording the actions of we warriors into the books of eternal decision. 

Don’t bow down. Don’t volunteer to be the world’s doormat. But be their advocate. Be their loving brother. Treat souls like the nobles they could be, and honor them with the gift of humanity, despite their lack of it. Their obnoxious mess may spill onto anyone who gets in the way of their corrupted path, but it is up to you whether you react to their energy by building it up and making it stronger with more negativity, or you neutralize their darkness with the power of love. Hate cannot heal hate, only love can heal it. Adding darkness to darkness will never change the amount of light in a room, only flipping on a switch or lighting a candle will. 

Human identity is dependent on the flesh, and the flesh is a corrupted material destined for death and rebirth. The material world is awaiting a God-given deadline for self-destruction, and every single material thing you can imagine is scheduled for a season on the chopping block of cosmic change. The clocks of the Earth and the spans of our lives are awaiting the moment when every eon and every era come screeching to an eternal stop and all of this–plant, animal, and human alike–are reformed, renewed, and flourish into a fresh infinity. Sin will evaporate like a symphony of secrets into the books of nothingness, never to be heard again.

Earth is awaiting evisceration at the end of time, yet with love, we will not be. 

This is temporary. This is a passing chapter in the celestial encyclopedia and these bodies are the sacred houses for our travelling souls. They are the vessels that harbor us, not the shapes that hem us into their finite expanse with no exit door in sight. 

We only have about seventy years on Earth, eighty if you’re healthy. That is seven decades, and decades flutter away like the leaves of autumn. The exit door is getting closer and closer every day, and though this sounds threatening, it simply means that your part in the theater is only being transferred to another realm until the time of time is fulfilled. But you can only do so much with seventy years, and some don’t even make it that far. Be kind. Be loving. When we look back on our time on Earth, we will wish we chose love. Over and over and over again. 

In this world of hate, exercise your free will and give love freely. Forget about caste. Forget about status. Forget about rules. What makes you feel alive? What makes your heart melt and your soul sing and your mind feel like it’s rising past the sky and up into the stars? 

Do that. Do it until the barbed wire within your being evaporates into liberty. Do it until the prison bars embedded in your brain crack into a plain of open borders. Let the fence that trivializes the territory of your mind crash down into a free-range field of consciousness. Smash the barriers that categorize love as a thing you only give to special people. Let love surge like a newborn river, roaring out of the ocean of apathy, rising into living water. Freedom comes when you stop caring about what others think, and start caring for others. 


2020: The Year of Chaos

Everything feels so monochrome and melancholy, so wonky and wild, it’s like Tim Burton designed 2020.

I feel like I’m in the audience of one of those high-end fashion shows where the models look like they just got off the set of “The Wiggles” and got tangled in a dangerous nest of tie-dye clothes, and even though it’s insane, everyone loves it. They just eat it up like a small but obese chihuahua hoovers an entire chimichanga that’s fallen on the kitchen floor through the sheer force of his Aztec ancestry. I mean, the show looks like a 21st century circus on a terrifyingly barbaric alien planet in which the humanoids behave like pompous French princes with the personality of heathen peacocks, and the crowd of socialites just clap and clap, acting like they’d all just discovered a new species of sweater.Half of America is hiding in a toilet paper hut shivering like the cast members of “A Quiet Place,” expecting any minute to get snatched up, salted, and munched by a mega-fast mosquito on spooky stilts and the other half is running around like a gang of untrustworthy Judases just ready to betray the best out of everyone, making the ghosts of the gestapo proud with their snitching expertise.

It’s like kindergarten on steroids and everyone’s inner child is screaming with the full wrath of the terrible twos. 2020 is a hard plate to stomach, full of garlic and the grandeur of dystopian drama with a touch of oregano and apocalypse. Who knew lunchtime could get so feral? Someone’s setting the stuffed animals on fire, another is hardcore bingeing on muffins and some poor child is creating a pyramid of blocks for his tomb because he is positive the teacher is never coming back and they’re all going to die. He’s even engraving little ankhs into the blocks and encrypting doom for anyone who dare remove him from his resting place.

And over there, coloring up a storm of chaos with her fruit-scented crayons?

That’s me.

I’ve decided to soak this emo scene in some sunshine. I’m going full-blown office ape in this place and I’m taking the coffee machine with me. It’s time to sweeten up this crime scene with some emotion candy. It’s time to soak this burn in the warm, slimy aloe vera juice of soulful rejuvenation. It’s time to slam the fast-food burgers from the human farm straight into the trash and go straight for a slice of brilliance pie.

This company and its threadbare tuxedos need to break free of the metropolitan stronghold over their brainwashed beings and rip their ironed straitjackets of domesticated humanity into cottony shreds, blooming like light-filled giants into the hairy-chested Tarzanian manhood they were always destined to attain.

Let the cathartic effervescence of spiritual clarity and the ice-cold awesomeness of critical thought give you a breath of fresh air in this suffocating time.

This world needs a dash of caffeinated pixie dust right to the inflamed nostrils and a vanilla latte of vavavoom straight to the parched esophagus because we have been thirsting for release for far too long. Pin a plot twist onto the tail of the government donkey and see how we escape the devil like Mary and Joseph, riding away into Bethlehem like the bosses God made them to be. This world needs a hardcore snuggle followed by a warm grandmotherly hug and a cup of therapeutic sweet tea. And don’t forget a hearty helping of 100% organic Southern twang!

Mazel tov! L’Chaim!

It’s time to put down the apocalypse venom and pick up a refreshing slushie of shining joy. Be playful. Be open. Smile and sing! We are not ruled by the Prince of the Power of the Air, but the Prince of Peace, and it’s time to stop suffocating in our sins. Talk to God. Speak to the One who made you. Break free of your bondage and hook up your heart to the Healer of the cosmos. It’s time to stop chugging the pagan brew of deception and drink the fresh spring water of Truth.

There is more to this world than just the stresses within it, and I think we forget the power we have, and oh, how much power we have!

Divine power. It is power created by the choosing of love. Choose love, choose love, choose love, and watch how helpless and powerless evil becomes in the energy of chosen Love.

We have the power to change our lives, the power to be peaceful, the power to love.

We have the power to speak, to rip off the mask and sing, to BREATHE. Yes, we still have that power. Shhhh… don’t tell anyone, they’re not watching you. It’s all a mythical illusion of peer pressure hyped up to such a hot, steaming pile of propagandized you-know-what that it becomes hard, if not seemingly impossible, to wake up and smell the dump our government’s taking on the dessert table of our freedoms. But let me tell you, that is one fiery feast of lies and I advise you to avoid taste-testing it at all costs. Don’t fall for the agenda. Don’t give in to the fake statistics and don’t believe the pictures on mainstream news. This is an era of Photoshop and propaganda, and please believe that.

We have the power to be kind and to let people know there’s something beyond what lies tangibly at our fingertips. There is a Reality that goes beyond our human senses, something that escapes even the gravity of stardust.

It encompasses all that is or ever will be, and it is Love. It is Consciousness. That energy within our souls, within our minds, within our pineal glands? That is Consciousness, and Consciousness is the most powerful force on this planet. The mind is God’s greatest earthly machine. With our Consciousnesses in harmony with Christ, we create gnosis, and with gnosis, we have gnade (meaning “grace” in German). Jesus was a gnostic Jew, and we are adopted into this awakened Family through His sacrifice. Consciousness is the DNA and blood of this Family; we are adopted into the sacred circles of the universe and into the bosom of God Himself, like a Father! When God breathed the breath of life into Adam, Adam became a child of God. And when Jesus died for us, we got even closer. Closer! How wild and wonderful, how spectacular, that we are called sons and daughters of the Creator of the universe! What an honor! So remember: When Jesus said that the kingdom of God is within you, that’s what He was talking about. The kingdom of God is Consciousness, and the national language is Love. We are soul citizens of a country we have yet to physically contact, but to which we can now spiritually connect. Connect to Source. Connect to the Creator. Set the mask on fire. Your breath comes straight from the lungs of God.

After all, you never know how soon you may get to meet Him. We’re all scheduled for a blind agape love date with Jesus, and we never know when He might show up with a dozen roses in His hands and raise us to life. Are you ready to breathe anew? to be born again? Rise up and look to the horizon, there is hope for tomorrow.

From larvae to butterflies,
from Earth to Heaven;
From hate to love,
from death to Eden.

From man to God,
from God to man,
Came love infinite
from infinity’s Hand.

From curious to cursed,
from knowing to clueless;
From fruit came knowledge,
and from knowledge came death.

From knowledge came ignorance,
From illumination, darkness;
From abundance, sacrifice;
From soul, subconscious.

From knowledge came life,
And this knowledge was Love;
And from Love came life, and life gave worth–
Love came and healed Earth.


Wake Up

All around the world at Christmastime, there are evergreen trees in people’s living rooms, and no one knows what it means. They stand there shining beautifully, and no one knows what it means. People hang golden bells on the tree’s branches, red ribbons around its waist, and top it off with a crown, a star. They furnish its earthen underbelly with gifts to be born, preciously wrapped in paper and waiting to be revealed. They honor the birth of Christ, the mind-blowing fact that God came to Earth and walked among us. We feast like kings and queens, swim in seas of wrapping paper, snap photos like paparazzi, smile for the camera, sip the eggnog, and at the end of the day when the eve has worn her way into the deepest depths of the ink-black night, we wonder why we still feel empty, the evergreen still standing awkwardly in our living rooms. Perhaps it is because we refuse to use the ink in our inkpots to write the stories we were destined to live.

So we live in an ink-black night, our senses dulled by the timeworn traditions, our bellies numb with food, our hearts cold with unknowing, and our Eye?


America is a hospital full of patients with no patience for their healing, demanding to celebrate life when they are nearly dead. Not physically dead, not mentally dead, but spiritually dead. Our hearts are hooked up to monitors, but it’s not the right Monitor–we are hooked up to machines, to material things, and the mammon is killing us. We gaze at Christmas lights when our Light is out. Our souls have gone dry of their sight! Our hearts have turned to stone. Our cities are full of souls whose heartbeats have flatlined and the only statement echoing from their spiritually dead bodies runs long into the black hole of silence, screaming out to Heaven, “Third Eye blind! Third Eye blind! Third Eye blind!”

When Jesus walked among us, He was the best teacher to ever set foot in the educational arena. He came roaring out of the cosmos with a genius that couldn’t be caged, not by death nor by human life, preaching to us about spiritual truths that are socially forbidden today… and scientific truths about our own biology that are also socially forbidden today.

The lamp of the body is the eye. If therefore your eye is good, your whole body will be full of light. But if your eye is bad, your whole body will be full of darkness. If therefore the light that is in you is darkness, how great is that darkness!


Notice that He did not say “eyes.” It is not plural. It is eye. One eye. The eye within our brains, the pineal gland. This Eye, colloquially called the third eye and medically termed the pineal gland, is named so for the gland’s textural resemblance to pinecones, hence the name “pine-al” gland. Philosopher and scientist Rene Descartes called the pineal gland “the seat of the soul.”1
He was also the man who said the famous words, “I think, therefore I am.”

God calls Himself the Great I Am. Jesus said the kingdom of God is within us, a massive statement to describe men. The kingdom of God is within me? Me? What is it? Where is it? Is it an organ? Could it be possible that the soul is contained within an organ?

Science tells us to laugh in the soul’s face. Science says there is no spirit. But before there was science, there was conscience. And before the natural world was spoken by God into existence, there was the supernatural world. Before a pristine lab coat was ever bleached, starched, and ironed, Jesus took our rags, bleached them in His blood, and hung them up to dry in Heaven. Will we wear the clothes They have set out for us? Will we don our God-borne gowns or will we dance to this world’s dying waltz?

Will we make our decisions, or will we miss the chance to sign up for the field trip? Are our Eyes too dim to see the party that’s coming?

You cannot serve God and riches.

No one can serve two masters; for either he will hate the one and love the other, or else he will be loyal to the one and despise the other. You cannot serve God and mammon.


We are mammals addicted to mammon, poor men addicted to riches, patients in a planetary hospital who think they’re living the good life.

All of Heaven looks down on us and cries because we do not see what’s coming. They cannot peel your soul back and insert sight into it again. You must look up from this world’s ritzy magazines and look to royal Majesty! You must tear your attention away from the thrills of the theater and act your part in mankind’s grand history! You must take your pen and make your mark on the parchment of eternity! You must wake up! You are in line to inherit infinity. Will you take the key and unlock your crown? The key is Consciousness.

The Christmas tree has long been seen as a religious symbol with pagan undertones of fertility worship, but quite frankly I think that limits God’s power in symbolism. God is a Being of infinite intelligence, working worlds into being with His sacred synergy of math and language, the Spirit and the Word, the Law and the Love. He is the Creator and Conceiver of the universe, all the way from the cathedrals of the cosmos to the cabinets in your kitchen, from the schoolyard of the angels to the slums of demons. He rules all, knows all, and loves all, endlessly–after all, He holds the space-time continuum in His grasp, all of our breath in His gasp, and all knowledge in His studied clasp.

He sees. Jesus saw, and sees. Jesus IS God.When we were created, Jesus was there. He was the Word, and the Word was with God, and the Word was God. When God said, “Let there be light!” those words were Jesus, because He is the Word. It is a mystery. All the best things are.

Our Father is the Great I Am, and we are His children, the little i ams! God is El, and we are the elohim! God is the King, and we are……….. THE KINGDOM. This Kingdom is within us. This Kingdom is contained within a living organ. The Kingdom is the pineal gland.

This Christmas, there is a different way to see the tree.

Let us see it as symbolic of what Jesus has done for us! Jesus came to Earth to wake us up from our sin-heavy stupor in the simulation of earthly life. He was the glass of cold water God sent down to splash on our sleeping faces. Jesus is who gives our Eyes Light. He is the alarm clock who awakens us to our forgotten scholarships in the school of Earth. We all come here to learn something, to accomplish a purpose. We are works of art crafted in God’s art studio, living, breathing, loving beings, the little i ams whose breath was given to them by the kiss of a Father to lips made of clay, whose souls were zapped into life by His hands’ electric touch, whose Eyes were designed to see the spiritual world in which they had been placed.

Can we see? Can we see how dark this era is? This is an evil generation, even more so than in Jesus’ day!

We epitomize the social darkness described in the book of Matthew, when Jesus speaks of the suspicion and accusatory energy that would thrive in the last days.

And as He sat upon the Mount of Olives, the disciples came unto Him privately, saying, ‘Tell us, when shall these things be? and what shall be the sign of Thy coming, and of the end of the world?’
And Jesus answered and said unto them, ‘Take heed that no man deceive you. For many shall come in My name, saying, I am Christ; and shall deceive many. And ye shall hear of wars and rumours of wars: see that ye be not troubled: for all these things must come to pass, but the end is not yet. For nation shall rise against nation, and kingdom against kingdom: and there shall be famines, and pestilences, and earthquakes, in diverse places. All these are the beginning of sorrows.’

MATTHEW 24:3-8

All of these things have already happened. The wars, famines, and natural disasters are obvious, but the false prophets, not so much. I think we all expect to see someone pretending to be Jesus, but that’s not what He was talking about. False prophets do not have to deceive others through warping Christianity; false prophets can come from other religions, too–sometimes even ones that seem to celebrate good things, like nature. One of the greatest “false prophets” to occur in our world has been the New Age movement of self-enlightenment and gnosis, as though sacred knowledge can be obtained by the self, isolated by the self, and owned by the self. Only God can give sacred knowledge. Only God can enlighten us. Only Jesus has the Light.

The New Age movement perfectly satisfies what Paul said in the book of Romans, that women especially have begun to worship the creation rather than the Creator. We constantly see the glorification of stones, gems, the moon, trees, and the sacred nature of animals in social media. It is “cool” to be a witch right now. Our society watches so much content that is based solely in supernatural dark arts, “Harry Potter” being the biggest one. It is not wrong to love what God has created. But once you step over the line from loving the Creator to loving the creation more than the Creator, and teach others to do so, that is when you become a false prophet.

Jesus continues to describe our time:

Then shall they deliver you up to be afflicted, and shall kill you: and ye shall be hated of all nations for my name’s sake. And then shall many be offended, and shall betray one another, and shall hate one another. And many false prophets shall rise, and shall deceive many. And because iniquity shall abound, the love of many shall wax cold.


This has already happened to the maximum level of accomplishment. Sin has flooded our planet and our hearts have bled their love into its hungry gravity, draining our souls of their life force. Believers in the East are persecuted, burned alive in their churches, jailed, assassinated. Believers in the West are brainwashed, silenced, censored, assassinated. We have open persecution in the East and secret persecution in the West. Whistleblowers come out and speak Truth to the public–singers like Avicii and Linkin Park’s Chester Bennington–who warn us about child sacrifice occurring in Hollywood and the upper class, and they “commit suicide,” we forget about it, and their messages are never heard again.

When we hear about child sacrifice, we confine it to biblical times. We think that that sort of evil never occurs now. Only the ancient people partook of such things. But this could not be further from the truth. 250,000 foster children “go missing” every year. And everyone knows Epstein didn’t kill himself.

Lucifer was the angel of music. The reason America’s singers are so corrupt is because of this. They worship him. You can get on YouTube right now and watch Lady Gaga state openly and in plain terms that she “swears to Lucifer.” You can read Billie Eilish’s music and she sings about Lucifer. Sacrificing children to Baal did not end in biblical times. And this is why God is about to pour His wrath on the world, because we have not seen what was put before our eyes. We have not opened our Eye to it. We have seen the symbolism in the music industry. We have listened to its satanic lyrics. We heard about Lolita Island. And we know foster children don’t just “go missing” in the hundreds and hundreds of thousands! The ignorance and evil has to stop!

I brought you into a bountiful country,
To eat its fruit and its goodness.
But when you entered, you defiled My land
And made My heritage an abomination.
The priests did not say, ‘Where is the Lord?’
And those who handle the law did not know Me;
The rulers also transgressed against Me;
The prophets prophesied by Baal,
And walked after things that do not profit…
As the thief is ashamed when he is found out,
So is the house of Israel ashamed;
They and their kings and their princes, and their priests and their prophets,
Saying to a tree, ‘You are my father,’
And to a stone, ‘You gave birth to me.’

JEREMIAH 2:7-8 & 26;27

Why do we honor the Christmas tree, and not Christ? Why do we listen to music made by those who worship Lucifer? Why do we not rise up against those who sacrifice our children?

How can you say, ‘I am not polluted,
I have not gone after the Baals’?…
For though you wash yourself
with lye, and use much soap,
Yet your iniquity is marked
before Me, says the Lord.

JEREMIAH 2:22-23

We are a nation obsessed with washing our hands. We are afraid of germs. We cover our faces with thick masks, hoping to stay *safe.* We wash our hands with harsh antibacterial soaps, hoping to stay *safe.* We drench our bodies in sanitizers, sprays, and bathe our buildings in bleach, all to stay *safe.* Safe is the word of 2020, and safety could not be further from what is about to happen because of God’s wrath! Our society is corrupt, and the cup of vice is flowing over! Perhaps we feel the need to be clean on the outside because we know we are dirty on the inside.

Woe to you, scribes and Pharisees, hypocrites! For you are like whitewashed tombs which indeed appear beautiful outwardly, but inside are full of dead men’s bones and all uncleanness.


We keep crying out for safety, because we know what we have allowed in our society makes us unsafe–spiritually unsafe.

For when they say, ‘Peace and safety!’ then sudden destruction comes upon them, as labor pains upon a pregnant woman. And they shall not escape. But you, brethren, are not in darkness, so that this Day should overtake you as a thief. You are all sons of light and sons of the day. We are not of the night nor of darkness. Therefore let us not sleep, as others do, but let us watch and be sober. For those who sleep, sleep at night, and those who get drunk are drunk at night.


We are wrapped up in an endless night within our minds, because our Eyes have become sons of darkness, pawns of chaos, assistants in the spread of evil.

Every time we support the upper class (buying their music, watching their movies, idolizing their public image, etc.), we kindle the fire and stroke the storm of darkness that is to come. Just as God was infuriated when the Hebrews began to sacrifice their children–as was the case in Jeremiah’s day–He is just as ready to rip these predators to pieces–and their supporters, too. Silence is a statement, and willful ignorance is a spiritual death wish. If you want to bask in the nothingness of the abyss, keep consuming American culture. But if you want to escape God’s righteous destruction of what was never meant to be, you know the end days fire drill: Come out of Babylon, My people!

Babylon is us. We are the city of riches who will be ruined in a day.

After these things I saw another angel coming down from heaven, having great authority, and the earth was illuminated with his glory. And he cried mightily with a loud voice, saying, ‘Babylon the great is fallen, is fallen, and has become a dwelling place of demons, a prison for every foul spirit, and a cage for every unclean and hated bird! For all the nations have drunk of the wine of the wrath of her fornication, the kings of the earth have committed fornication with her, and the merchants of the earth have become rich through the abundance of her luxury.’


What nation imports the most goods? What nation makes other nations rich through its opulent consumption? What nation has a culture that declares that sleeping with as many people as you want is not a problem; what nation’s actors and models are puffed up, half-naked proselytizers of perversion, who champion the satanic motto, “Do what thou wilt,” whose songs and advice never cease to contain the phrase, “Do whatever you want and don’t let anyone judge you”? What culture do other cultures attempt to copy, and suffer from the consequences of that ill-fated and amoral mimicry? Who installs our fast food chains into their ancient cities and then suffers from chronic first-world diet-related diseases? Who trades their time-honored herbs for our chemical-based pills? Who becomes Americanized and then begins dying from it?

And I heard another voice from heaven saying, ‘Come out of her, my people, lest you share in her sins, and lest you receive of her plagues. For her sins have reached to heaven, and God has remembered her iniquities. Render to her just as she rendered to you, and repay her double according to her works; in the cup which she has mixed, mix double for her. In the measure that she glorified herself and lived luxuriously, in the same measure give her torment and sorrow; for she says in her heart, ‘I sit as queen, and am no widow, and will not see sorrow.’ Therefore her plagues will come in one day—death and mourning and famine. And she will be utterly burned with fire, for strong is the Lord God who judges her.’


What nation is known for its indulgence? What nation is known for its lavish lifestyle? What nation has called itself “Great,” over and over and over again?

The kings of the earth who committed fornication and lived luxuriously with her will weep and lament for her, when they see the smoke of her burning, standing at a distance for fear of her torment, saying, ‘Alas, alas, that great city Babylon, that mighty city! For in one hour your judgment has come.’


What nation is known for its partying and its boastful upper class? What nation’s singers are constantly singing, “I party as much as I want, have sex as much as I want, drink as much as I want” and we call these brainwashing curses “songs”? What nation is the place other nations go to get drunk and have a good time? What nation do other countries depend on to buy their exotic and expensive products, to tour their natural landscapes–what fat cat is fed and fed into obnoxious oblivion through imports from other lands?

And the merchants of the earth will weep and mourn over her, for no one buys their merchandise anymore: merchandise of gold and silver, precious stones and pearls, fine linen and purple, silk and scarlet, every kind of citron wood, every kind of object of ivory, every kind of object of most precious wood, bronze, iron, and marble; and cinnamon and incense, fragrant oil and frankincense, wine and oil, fine flour and wheat, cattle and sheep, horses and chariots, and bodies and souls of men.


Not only does Mystery Babylon buy loads of luxury goods and live like depraved royals, but they also peddle “the bodies and souls of men.” This verse is talking about abortion, the sale of infant stem cells and organs for vaccines and research, and child and human trafficking. This verse is talking about a highly advanced society that lives in lawless abundance. How many more synonyms for the U.S.A. do we need?

Then a mighty angel took up a stone like a great millstone and threw it into the sea, saying, ‘Thus with violence the great city Babylon shall be thrown down, and shall not be found anymore.’


Isn’t it interesting how consistent the Bible is with its symbols? Jesus also said that anyone who hurts little children would be better off if they had a millstone tied around their neck and they were thrown into the sea. Now, an angel is taking “a stone like a great millstone” and throwing it down upon Babylon, the nation where the most babies are sacrificed. God can handle putting up with a lot of human chaos, but when evil gets its hands on the babies, that’s when He no longer holds back His wrath.

And they have built the high places of Tophet, which is in the Valley of the Son of Hinnom, to burn their sons and their daughters in the fire, which I did not command, nor did it come into My heart.


And because of the evil in the music industry, its songs will be as dead as its singers:

The sound of harpists, musicians, flutists, and trumpeters shall not be heard in you anymore. No craftsman of any craft shall be found in you anymore, and the sound of a millstone shall not be heard in you anymore. The light of a lamp shall not shine in you anymore, and the voice of bridegroom and bride shall not be heard in you anymore. For your merchants were the great men of the earth, for by your sorcery all the nations were deceived. And in her was found the blood of prophets and saints, and of all who were slain on the earth.


When it says the merchants of Mystery Babylon were the great men of the earth, it is talking about our politicians, our businessmen, our tech leaders, and our bioengineers (like Bill Gates). It’s talking about Mark Zuckerberg, Jeff Bezos, Elon Musk, Anthony Fauci, Donald Trump, Joe Biden–the list of rich monsters goes on and on, and these are the merchants of Babylon. They are the great men of the earth whose sorceries deceive the world. In the Bible, “sorcery” refers to pharmaceutical agents being used on humans. The official Greek word for “sorceries” is pharmakopeia. The nations of the world have been polluted by American allopathy. And its damage is evident, its dangers obvious. One of the leading causes of death in America is medical error.

And why is the blood of the prophets and saints found in her? Not only that, all of those who were slain on the earth was found in her. Well, think about it.
What nation’s leaders are so murderous, their name becomes a joke (Hillary Clinton’s nickname, “Killary”)?
What nation is known to assassinate its natural doctors?
What nation is known to assassinate its whistleblowers?
What nation is known for going to war and killing millions for no other reason than drugs, or that they “suspected” the countries had “weapons of mass destruction,” and what country just never stopped the kill fest?
What country has military bases in every country?
What woman sits on seven hills? Who is called the modern Sparta?
America, whose military power marks all seven continents.

We have rejected the Light. We have not mourned the whistleblowers’ deaths. And what is a “whistleblower” but another word for those who sound a trumpet?

The trumpet has been sounded through many a song, through the mouths of America’s desperate singers who know what is happening in the music industry. The trumpet has been sounded through many a song, through the awkward writings of who you called “conspiracy theorists.” The trumpet has been sounded through many a song. And the music is about to get loud.

Christ is what endows our pineal glands with Light. This Christmas, when you look at the Christmas tree, you are looking at yourself.

The pineal gland is formed like a pine cone, and within it, there is Light–the tree was birthed from a single pine cone, a small seed, and around it, it has been decorated in light. Let your Eye be full of Light this Christmas season. Open it up and let Jesus in. Let the Word wash you of your sins. Instead of tuning in to Hallmark, tune in to Heaven–your name may be marked in its halls.

And the gifts beneath the tree? They represent your works. A good tree brings forth good fruit.

What gifts has your Eye brought forth?

Take heed that you do not do your charitable deeds before men, to be seen by them. Otherwise you have no reward from your Father in heaven. Therefore, when you do a charitable deed, do not sound a trumpet before you as the hypocrites do in the synagogues and in the streets, that they may have glory from men. Assuredly, I say to you, they have their reward. But when you do a charitable deed, do not let your left hand know what your right hand is doing, that your charitable deed may be in secret; and your Father who sees in secret will Himself reward you openly.


Our works don’t need to be fancy. They don’t need to be adorned in flowers or furnished with jewels or sprinkled in glitter or be worth 1 million bucks. We don’t need to look like a million bucks to be beautiful to the Lord, and sometimes the most beautiful thing is simply following in our Father’s footsteps–He is the Law and the Love, so we should follow the Law and live out the Love. Within those two Words lies the universe itself.




Ballad of the Buffalo

Photograph captured in the mid-1870s of American hunters with their dead herds; the mounds of buffalo were killed through the greed-fueled homicides of power-hungry men.

In the single year of 1873, the American government killed 1.5 million buffalo.
Buffalo, gone.

Because they wanted to have a worldwide barbecue, hence the name of the restaurant Buffalo Wild Wings.
History is interesting, huh?

No, I’m just kidding. It was because our government felt threatened by the rising number of buffalo that were slowly devouring the country with their rapid reproduction rates, and also the fact that the buffalo were secretly conspiring with each other on how to take down human civilization and establish their own empire. All you could see, for miles and miles, was the auburn fluff of the buffalo afro, blanketing the land in chocolate-colored cashmere. America was being turned into a tapestry of cocoa puffs and it didn’t mesh well with the government’s architectural fantasies. How are they gonna put down the foundation for New York if there’s a herd of bison already housing it?

Nah, that’s also a joke. It was because the buffalo had eaten one too many indigenous weed plants and had begun smoking their own homegrown kush, so much so that the neuroprotective and neuroregenerative effects of cannabis began to spark new brain growth. Soon after delving into the deep green sea of psychedelic serenity, the buffalo emerged from the waters of transformation a new species, fit with a brain twice its normal size and a comprehension out of this world. Legend has it that they even hosted their own chess tournaments and the nerd version of Woodstock.

Another legend says that they began their own advanced civilization, and used technology similar to the kinds of our time. Buffalo walking the streets with smartphones? God forbid. Our government was doing us a favor… right?

No, not really. The truth is that our government murdered one and a half MILLION buffalo because if the buffalo were gone, they could do what they wanted to the Native Americans. They removed the Native Americans’ food source so they would become more dependent on government support to survive. It was to usher this once-free people into the confines of government care.

It was to enslave them.

Not much has changed in the United States’ political personality. Our government is still a control freak, a dominance addict, a tyrannical beast that thirsts for nothing but power, because power means money and money means power, even if it means hurting the planet and its creatures. Even if they need to kill 1.5 million buffalo.

They will pollute and destroy, if it makes a profit, if it means they’ll be kept at the top of the food chain, if it means they’ll be the top dog. They want to be the massive Mastiff and us to be the shivering chihuahuas, too afraid to stop paying taxes, too afraid to cease the slow bleed of our bank accounts, so afraid that our barks aren’t equal to our bites that we never manage to voice our thoughts. But asking questions isn’t a revolution.

It’s just simple research–it’s natural to observe your environment and study certain aspects of it. There is no danger in asking questions. There is no danger in going out on the limb of knowledge and grabbing the juiciest fruits for yourself. There’s nothing so fresh and satisfying as a sweet fruit salad of conspiracy theories. There is no danger in venturing farther into the facade instead of staying rooted in face value. There is no danger in going deeper into the lake of forbidden lore when you know how to swim. All you’re in for is a better adventure, and those who shift about aimlessly in the shallow end will be envious of your freedom.

So think outside the box–contemplate life outside your prison cell. Ask yourself why your government is trying to mandate vaccines.
Why do they want power over your body? Is it really a mystery?

We live in an age of corporate feudalism, in an age of technological enslavement. They use our health as a way to control us. They use poisons to balance power, medicine to keep people under their watch. They use healthcare as a way of leveraging the liveliness of civilization, to keep revolutions at bay, to keep questions quiet, to keep the people paying.

If you don’t have enough energy to stand up and say something, can you really change the world?

If you don’t have enough strength to fight back, can you truly oppose something?

If you don’t have the intelligence to understand how the government functions and figure out a way to participate in it, is the government run by the people and for the people or is the government running on its own?

You see, the health of the nation is an indicator of the government’s power. If you have a nation of weaklings, you have a very strong government. If you have a nation of cowards, you have a very strong government. If you have a nation of people who are not smart enough to ask questions, who are not even smart enough to think that there could be a reason to ask questions, you have a very strong government. A strong government, without strong opposition, can do whatever it wants. It can raise taxes, and there won’t be a tea party to reject them–they’re all stuck at home, chronically ill, glued to the television hoping for a better life. It can make laws that benefit itself and harm us, and if no one shows up to protest its passing, it will pass without a problem.

If we are so deeply engulfed in the effort of staying afloat, they can drown the world and we won’t possess the strength to stop the massacre.
So can you see why the government would use your health against you?
It’s to control you.

So let me ask you…
Why do you not ask questions?
Why do you not think twice?
Why do you entrust your life into federal care, as if these cold-blooded authority figures will somehow become kinder if you give them more control?

Do you think that they’ll care for you,
just like they did with the Native Americans?
Just like they did with the Jews?

Has history shown that if you bow down to a bully, he will cease his beatings?
Or has it shown that if you bow down to a bully, he will take the final blow?

Each and every time a nation has trusted its government with all its heart, the government has eaten the nation’s heart in a heartbeat. They killed off and enslaved the Native Americans. They killed off and enslaved the Jews. It’s clear that if you depend on the government, or if they force you to depend on them, they will take advantage of you. They won’t just take advantage of you, they may even take your life. They may euthanize you in the millions, just like they did to the buffalo. Just like they did to the Jews. Just like they did to the Native Americans.

And isn’t it suspicious? Isn’t their slowly-creeping crawl getting creepy?
Why do they keep trying to establish themselves further and further into our lives?
Do you ever wonder why the cat is so friendly with the mouse?

Do you ever wonder why the abductor offers candy to the kid?
Do you ever wonder why our government is offering us so many convenient little things if we just let them one more inch into our lives?

The government does not want to care for the world, it wants to control the world by caring for it. They do not want to care for you, they want you to pay them to care for you.

They want to make you a customer not only FOR life, but of life. A customer OF life. A customer who has to pay them money in order to live their life.

A customer who needs a license to do anything from starting a lemonade stand to driving a car. A customer who needs to pay them money for permission to act like an adult. And most of all, they do not want to increase your health, they want to increase their wealth.

We are what we ingest, we are what we inject, we are more the product of nurture than of nature.

Our efforts are only as good as the energy that backs them. Our results are only as good as our intentions. If we are sick and have poor energy, our efforts will be poor. If we are weak, our efforts will be weak. If we are not independently-minded, our minds will be dependent on something, whatever that is. If we do not think for ourselves, others will think for us. It’s all on purpose. Why are we always so surprised when a sick lifestyle leads to sickness?

If we’re eating mutagenic and carcinogenic food and being injected with mutagenic and carcinogenic substances, why are we surprised when we get cancer? If we’re eating diseased food and being injected with disease-causing substances, why are we surprised when we get diseases? If our bodies are constantly being attacked with poisonous food, poisonous water, poisonous air, and poisonous substances, is it really that crazy to think that the poisonous substances might be the culprit if we experience symptoms of poisoning???

Poison is the power play of today. Poison keeps peasants controlled within their caste. Poison keeps the plebs at their level. Poison ensures that the immoral empire continues to flourish without moral question. Poison keeps the lies alive and the opposition barely audible. Poison keeps the kings and queens on their thrones and the peasants in their plagued huts.

In medieval times, the longsword and lance were popular weapons. In the Civil War era, cannons and guns were popular weapons. Today, chemicals and poisons are the weapons of choice. It’s ingenious, if you really think about it. With a longsword, lance, cannon, or gun, your victim has the chance to defend himself because it’s obvious your weapon is dangerous and he may fight back with one of his own.

With a poison, your victim has no idea where it came from, how to cure himself of its effects, how to lessen his body’s toxic reaction, or how to escape and fight back. He may not even know what it is, and the toxic effects could be so potent that it may render him instantly defenseless. It’s not a fair fight, but they do it anyway.

Why? Because they’re smart. If you can chemically turn the agile alphas into brainwashed betas without anyone noticing, you can paralyze your opposition without laying a finger on them.

Oppression without the wait or weight.
Domination from a distance.
World control from a chair.
Long-distance chemical control saves them time and money, and defeats a rebellion without the exhausting rowdiness of a tangible war.

And then, to top it off, they’ve nearly erased natural medicine from public knowledge, so if your body’s been chemically clubbed to near death, the only method of healing that the average person is aware of, is found in the same hands that hurt them.

The government has infiltrated the medical establishment so well, that they’ve become a single entity. They’ve morphed from distant cousins to siblings. The government mandates the toxin, the medical establishment offers the antidote that fixes it just enough to get your mind off it, but not enough to cure your mind of it.

It’s a system so complex it mimics its own cosmos. It’s a vicious roundabout black hole and you’re the tiny star of the show.

It’s a cyclical labyrinth, where the end you’ve just found leads to the beginning you’ve just escaped, where your attacker poses as your advocate, where the leviathan that threatens to crush you is the same hand that lifts the weight from your chest.

Why do you think that “conspiracy theorists” are so desperately impassioned?

Do you think they talk about this stuff for fun, because it comforts them, because it’s entertaining, because it’s better than vegging out on Netflix?

No, I’d rather be napping right now or feasting on a platter of spinach pizza. I’d rather coast along the lukewarm lazy river of mainstream thought just like anyone else and get that nice tan of tranquility that everybody boasts. I’d rather shut up and be popular, but no, I say these things in hopes that my obnoxious bonfire of incensed language will spark a little candle of change and bring light to our blinded world. Why? Is it because:
a. I enjoy being hated, shunned, rejected, and humiliated for my ideas–it’s like 50 Shades of Conspiratorial Kink,
b. Because this world is insane, I’m tired of people not seeing the connections, and it hurts me to watch them slowly kill themselves?
I think the answer is B.
Why do you think they’re trying to take away our weapons?
Force vaccination?
Chemically inundate our world?
Alter the genetic makeup of insects and plants?
Make homeschooling illegal?
Monitor us through our phones, televisions, and computers?
Force their way into every aspect of our lives?
Because they care???

Just so you know, the government hasn’t been nice for a long time.


the Devil’s Powdered Sugar

The technocrats are the bakers, the Internet of Things is the banquet, and we are the short and round soufflés getting soused in aerosolized computer cocaine.

When it comes to what is sprayed in our skies, curiosity is as ripe as a scarlet rose and these gardeners rage like green engines. Our world is the tender peach and our mind is the electric mouth that bites into the sweet, juicy layers of lore that are just waiting on the banquet table of eternal time, wrapped in mystery and ready to fill us with wonder.

When it comes to geoengineering, there are thick, heavy doubts. There is mockery. It takes a special kind of weirdo to think one can modify weather, the masses bray, standing there like a crowd of jocks denied access to the nerdy moshpit of marvelous minds at the club of humankind.

But one thing is for sure: it is being done. Despite the roar of the jeering class of juveniles, the substitute teacher had it right all along. It’s me. I’m the substitute teacher and I will be your tutor in all things disturbing to you today, because I’m a cool kind of kid who looks like Jane on the outside but who’s actually 100% raw and uncut Tarzan with gallons and gallons of American pride tumbling through my little feminine veins.

Why? Why am I so shameless about believing in the fact that scientists are currently modifying our weather with metal-based sensors and other metallic nanoparticulate materials? Why am I so gung-ho to stand by this gawky dweeb of a daring idea, this freckled freak of a philosophy, this fart of a grand proposition?

Because scientists who specialize in this field tell us directly that it is being done. Haha!

Yes, the modification of weather is a subset of the science community and one rich in a variety of applications, flourishing with dainty flower fields of knowledge, and being put to use this very minute on the map of time and eternity.

Its official title is geoengineering.

Climate engineering or climate intervention, commonly referred to as geoengineering, is the deliberate and large-scale intervention in the Earth’s climate system. The most prominent subcategories of climate engineering are solar radiation management and carbon dioxide removal.

Climate engineering, Wikipedia

Have you ever walked outside and smelled metal? Do you want to know why?

Aluminum, as stated by NASA, has been used in numerous atmospheric experiments since the 1950’s, as have metals such as barium, lithium, and strontium.1

First used with sounding rockets flown in the 1950’s, scientific research with experiments which inject vapor tracers in the upper atmosphere have greatly aided our understanding of our planet’s near-space environment. These materials make visible the naturally occurring flows of ionized and neutral particles either by luminescing at distinct wavelengths in the visible and infrared part of the spectrum or by scattering sunlight.

Tracers: clouds and Trails,

NASA is also a bit of a budding artist and likes to paint the sky in poisons, and you can actually identify which metal is being sprayed based on the color it reflects in the atmosphere. The planes come out of their hangars like a gang of kindergarteners to curse the world in chemical Crayola, going apesh!t with the toxin palette like goth art students gone wild.

The type of vapor selected to create these colorful clouds and trails depends on the purpose of the investigation, the local time, and the altitude under study. Commonly used vapors that are released in space are:

Tri-methyl aluminum (TMA),
Lithium, and

Tracers: clouds and Trails,

The most popular weather modification flavors come in a group of four, beginning with aluminum, lithium, strontium, and barium, but NASA prefers barium and aluminum the most.

All four metals are toxic to the human body, and even in small amounts are able to generate many physical maladies. Snatch your skateboard of intense study and go for a zoom through the streets of science. With the National Center for Biotechnology Information’s website, you’ll see just how feisty these neurologically damaging spices can get when they pour out of a plane and swim into your nostrils and nuzzle themselves into the hot, velvety skin of your inner thoughts, climbing along your cortexes like a black cat, embedding themselves into your pulsing dendrites and squeezing the life out of your axons. Simply put, humans are not meant to breathe this brand of aromatherapy. We like sniffing lavender and peppermint when it wafts up out of the diffuser like a cashmere dew, but do we like to snuff the powdered sugar dusting the Earth’s most dangerous pie? Do we like to breathe the darkest blood that flows through our planet? Heavy metals are the fruits we should have never harvested from the orchard of Earth’s womb.

According to the side effects, no. We CANNOT healthfully partake of NASA’s school experiment occurring in our sky. We CANNOT smell aluminum and treat it like lavender. They are simply not the same, and the science shows this. Regardless of the intent behind the development of geoengineering and its potential applications in our atmosphere, it is not fair to force uninvolved parties to partake of something poisonous without their outright consent and acknowledgement of the side effects.

Read about the side effects of aluminum, lithium, strontium, and barium exposure here:

Injecting the atmosphere with known neurotoxins is criminal, yet NASA depicts these airborne battles of biowarfare as akin to a middle school science experiment, as if showering the world in poison is nothing but a bit of intellectual fun. Did you know that aluminum in the brain, even in small amounts, has been shown to cause neurodegenerative diseases like Alzheimer’s Disease?

The study “Aluminum, Fluoride and the Prevention of Alzheimer’s Disease” by W. F. Forbes and A. S. Kraus delves into the connection between the two toxins and aluminum’s profound ability to degenerate brain tissue.

The evidence regarding the link between aluminum and Alzheimer’s disease… suggests strongly that aluminum is one of the etiologic or contributing factors in the occurrence of Alzheimer’s disease.2

Aluminum, fluoride and the prevention of alzheimer’s disease, W.F. Forbes and A. S. Kraus

Another brilliant study done by Tom C. Russ, et al. explored the relation between aluminum and fluoride levels in drinking water, discovering that the two substances interact and contribute to neurological decay, if not directly causing Alzheimer’s Disease.

In the largest longitudinal study in this context, we set out to explore the individual effect of aluminum and fluoride in drinking water on dementia risk and, as fluorine can increase absorption of aluminum, we also examine any synergistic influence on dementia.

A total of 1972 out of 6990 individuals developed dementia by the linkage date in 2012. Dementia risk was raised with increasing mean aluminum levels in women (hazard ratio per s.d. increase 1.09, 95% CI 1.03-1.15, P < 0.001) and men (1.12, 95% CI 1.03-1.21, P = 0.004).

A dose-response pattern of association was observed between mean fluoride levels and dementia in women (1.34, 95% CI 1.28-1.41, P < 0.001) and men (1.30, 95% CI 1.22-1.39, P < 0.001), with dementia risk more than doubled in the highest quartile compared with the lowest.

Conclusions: Higher levels of aluminum and fluoride were related to dementia risk in a population of men and women who consumed relatively low drinking-water levels of both.3

Aluminium and fluoride in drinking water in relation to later dementia risk, Tom C. Russ et al. 

The well-known Canadian scientist, Lucija Tomljenovic, has spent years studying the effects of aluminum on the body and our many avenues of exposure, such as in aluminum-based vaccine adjuvants and aluminum-contaminated food. Her study, “Aluminum and Alzheimer’s disease: after a century of controversy, is there a plausible link?” elucidates the mythology and madness that engulfs our society’s understanding of aluminum’s true nature.

The brain is a highly compartmentalized organ exceptionally susceptible to accumulation of metabolic errors. Alzheimer’s disease (AD) is the most prevalent neurodegenerative disease of the elderly and is characterized by regional specificity of neural aberrations associated with higher cognitive functions.

Aluminum (Al) is the most abundant neurotoxic metal on earth, widely bioavailable to humans and repeatedly shown to accumulate in AD-susceptible neuronal foci. In spite of this, the role of Al in AD has been heavily disputed based on the following claims: 1) bioavailable Al cannot enter the brain in sufficient amounts to cause damage, 2) excess Al is efficiently excreted from the body, and 3) Al accumulation in neurons is a consequence rather than a cause of neuronal loss.4

Aluminum and Alzheimer’s disease: after a century of controversy, is there a plausible link?, Lucija Tomljenovic

Translated into layman’s terms, aluminum is the most abundant neurotoxic metal on Earth, is widely bioavailable to us, and has been shown to accumulate in the very neuronal tissues where Alzheimer’s Disease begins. Correlation? Causation? Absolute chaos? Absolutely.

Research, however, reveals that:
1) very small amounts of Al are needed to produce neurotoxicity and this criterion is satisfied through dietary Al intake,
2) Al sequesters different transport mechanisms to actively traverse brain barriers,
3) incremental acquisition of small amounts of Al over a lifetime favors its selective accumulation in brain tissues, and
4) since 1911, experimental evidence has repeatedly demonstrated that chronic Al intoxication reproduces neuropathological hallmarks of AD.

Misconceptions about Al bioavailability may have misled scientists regarding the significance of Al in the pathogenesis of AD. The hypothesis that Al significantly contributes to AD is built upon very solid experimental evidence and should not be dismissed. Immediate steps should be taken to lessen human exposure to Al, which may be the single most aggravating and avoidable factor related to AD.


Wait, what? The scientific community has known since 1911 that chronic aluminum intoxication causes neuropathological hallmarks of Alzheimer’s Disease? And intoxication can be satisfied through dietary intake alone?

So… what this means is, even if you are not being poisoned, your brain still degenerates when exposed to even small amounts of aluminum? According to the science, yes. Aluminum is the spark and our brain is the bonfire, and NASA is frying way too many hotdogs over the heads of humanity right now.

But alas, we are not the only victims. Metallic tracers affect the ecosystem as well. Whatever goes up must come down! You cannot spray the sky without spraying the land, water, and living beings beneath. The metal particulates of aluminum, barium, strontium, and lithium bioaccumulate in both our bodies and environments. When present within plants, especially trees, nanoparticulate aluminum can cause the trees to become incredibly flammable and trigger wildfires, as nanoparticulate heavy metals used in geoengineering are metallurgically similar to highly combustible nano-thermites used by the military in pyrotechnics.5

When trees breathe in what NASA spews out, they become supercharged matchsticks ready to blow at the slightest hot breeze. Aluminum powder is the main component in the metal tracers used in NASA’s ongoing atmospheric experiments, and it is also added to nano-explosives to create an enduring combustive effect. Aluminum is combustive. NASA is spraying it. And we wonder why wildfires roar throughout our planet in crackling flames, itching our heads in crestfallen mystery, cluelessly searching for the causes behind our planet’s fiery misery?

The answer for the wildfires is right above your head! Look up! It’s combustible nanoparticulate aluminum being sprayed by agencies like NASA to modify the weather.

These are not normal flight patterns.
If a passenger plane travelled in the grid pattern that these trails follow, everyone on the plane would demand a refund of their plane ticket purchase.
This is an operation, and substances are being injected into the atmosphere in an intelligent and organized fashion.

This is why, in recent years, there has been such a widespread spike in wildfires like the infamous California wildfires of 2018 and the Australia wildfires of 2019 and 2020, just to name a few. Dispersal of metals in the atmosphere is of apparent legal and economic importance, as well, real enough to require lawmakers to establish boundaries regarding agencies’ use of the technology.

In 1975, a U.S. patent was issued to Donald K. Werle, Romas Kasparas, and Sidney Katz and assigned through the U.S. Navy, describing a dispersion method for a “powder contrail.”

Aware of the potentially permanent biological effects of metal-based atmospheric experimentation, the United States government has proposed bills that legally prohibit its practice and implementation. Yes, that is right: Congress has established LAWS about scientists and their use of CHEMTRAILS. Does this sound like a myth to you? Would Congress make laws about conspiracy theories? Answer that yourself.

In October of 2002, Congress proposed a bill called the Space Preservation Act.

(The Space Preservation Act) would preserve the cooperative, peaceful uses of space for the benefit of all humankind by permanently prohibiting the basing of weapons in space by the United States, and to require the President to take action to adopt and implement a world treaty banning space-based weapons.

H. R. 2977the Space Preservation Act

The bill, called H. R. 2977, or the Space Preservation Act, sought to end space-based biowarfare “to preserve the cooperative, peaceful uses of space for the benefit of all humankind.” The article proceeds to elaborate on what space-based technologies would be prohibited in order to protect humankind, two of them the infamously slandered “conspiracy theories” of electromagnetic manipulation of the psyche, called psychotronic weaponry (such as 5G) and chemtrails, which work synergistically to control the mind. They seed the neural cells with smartdust, and then magnetize the highly reactive nanoparticulate metals with frequencies that are emitted from electromagnetic masts.

Smartdust is a system of many tiny microelectromechanical systems (MEMS) such as sensors, robots, or other devices, that can detect, for example, light, temperature, vibration, magnetism, or chemicals.

Smartdust, Wikipedia

Why do you think they are called cellular towers? Perhaps because they have more to do with our cells than our cellphones.

Exotic weapons which would be prohibited are as follows:
1. electronic, psychotronic, or information weapons
2. chemtrails
3. high altitude ultra low frequency weapons systems
4. plasma, electromagnetic, sonic, or ultrasonic weapons
5. laser weapons systems;
6. strategic, theater, tactical, or extraterrestrial weapons
7. chemical, biological, environmental, climate, or tectonic weapons


You can actually find the Space Preservation Act yourself on, right here:

Clearly, “chemtrails” are not a subject worthy of mockery. If our government has attempted to establish boundaries regarding the implementation of psychotronic and atmospheric chemical injections, the existence of chemtrails and psychotronic weaponry is far from merely a conspiracy, let alone a theory! A theory is a contemplative concept of a phenomenon, an idea waiting to be proven true. Congress does not waste time debating conspiracy theories. They deal with real issues. It is childish to ignore reality for much longer.

Metallic tracers are real and affect all ecological and biological systems on Earth, and their effect on our bodies is powerful, potent, and pervasive. It doesn’t matter why metallic substances are being sprayed in our sky. Some shout on the rooftops that it is purely for depopulation purposes. Some logically reason that it is to modify weather, as popular figures in the scientific community have openly stated they intend to or are currently doing. One such public figure is the renowned computer nerd turned vaccine inventor turned climate chef, Bill Gates. Bill Gates really likes steaming up the sky in metallic smoke. He has been dubbed the sugar daddy of geoengineering in October 2020 by the ETC group, who wrote a massive article revealing the extent of geoengineering’s advancement over the years and unveiling the large sums of money that Gates has invested into the field. He has been funding geoengineer David Keith for years. Bill Gates is also a huge proponent of depopulation. Why is it such a far-out concept to think that geoengineering is a multifaceted technology, both accomplishing depopulation and solar radiation management? Why can a well-developed technology not serve two purposes?

It does not matter which one scares you the most or what you wish was merely mythical. We are not children anymore, nor are we babies. Playing peek-a-boo with reality has lost its power. Geoengineering is real. It does not matter how offended you may feel at the possibility of your climate being manually altered. What matters is that it’s simply being done.

In fact Gates has, through personal funding and investments, been one of the major backers of the most extreme forms of geoengineering research for more than a decade. Prominent geoengineers like Ken Caldeira and David Keith are among his close advisors, and his donations are supporting some of the most controversial proposed experiments.6

The sugar daddy of geoengineering, ETC group

However, Gates’ environmentalism isn’t as sweet as sugar or as dear as a daddy, it is, in fact, quite dark. The supposed cause of climate change is the proliferation of fossil fuels in our environment, correct? And Gates showers geoengineers in torrential jungle rains of dollars, correct? And he professes to want to save the world, correct? Well, he also makes billions off of fossil fuels. Yes, that is right: Bill Gates is the biggest hypocrite of the century. He funds scientists to fix the mess he’s making, fueling his dynasty of technocratic wealth with the most shameful currency: Betrayal of mankind.

Gates is not a disinterested observer seeking solutions to the climate crisis. In addition to being a billionaire who made his fortune skirting government regulations and dominating competitors with monopolistic practices, he holds a very significant financial stake in the continued expansion of the fossil fuel industry. His shares in CN Rail (a Canadian company that harvests and ships hundreds of thousands of gallons of crude oil) alone are worth US$10.9 billion.

The Sugar Daddy of geoengineering, etc group

Not only is Bill Gates a massive one-man monarchy whose technological assets range from human modification through forced vaccination and ecological modification through geoengineering, but he also is an enormous liar. He is a monster who creates disasters just to mend them with more disasters; he claims to want to save mankind when secretly he wants to kill them. He poisons the environment, makes millions while doing so, and then blames the masses for the actions of a few men. His work alone in the oil industry has garnered the heartfelt beggary, the desperate pleading, of indigenous peoples whose oil-rich lands are the target of his monied gun.

But hidden behind Gates’ carefully cultivated persona of detached curiosity on climate solutions are significant financial interests in fossil fuel extraction.

For example, at the time of his 2010 TED Talk, Gates had already been a major shareholder in Canadian National (CN) Railroads for at least four years. CN was—and is—making big profits by shipping crude oil from Canada’s tar sands to market. Rapidly-expanding tar sands extraction has been stymied by a number of campaigns led by Indigenous communities and climate activists to stop construction and expansion of pipelines.

The sugar daddy of Geoengineering, etc group

This man travels to India to vaccinate children “for the greater good,” pours his pockets into geoengineering ventures, yet ignores the environmental concerns of indigenous people just so his full-to-bursting bank account gets bigger? This man has marched across stages decorated in good deeds to the adoring attention of millions who had respect for him as a humanitarian. The truth is, he is a dehumanitarian. His main interests are not in the medical, geoengineering, or fossil fuel industries. His most carefully studied field of science is eugenics. He has a desire for death to sweep across the Earth to cure the disease he has knowingly helped to cause.

During his pithy and charismatic TED Talk in 2010, he let the truth slip off his serpentine tongue: Vaccines are capable of lowering the population. Not only that, medical care itself can lower population levels. Is it just me, or is healthcare supposed to extend human lifespans rather than eliminate them? Could this be why he is pushing so hard for a c*v*d vaccine?

First, we’ve got population. The world today has 6.8 billion people. That’s headed up to about nine billion. Now, if we do a really great job on new vaccines, health care, and reproductive health services, we could lower that by, perhaps, 10 or 15 percent.

Innovating to Zero, Bill Gates

As the maraschino cherry on top of his cupcake of chemical madness, someone pipes up with a question about solar geoengineering at the end of his speech. Solar geoengineering is another synonym for the plainer title geoengineering. However, they both perform the same function: suffusing the atmosphere in reflective metal-based vapors to block sunlight and offset the swell of sweltering temperatures across the globe. In response to the question, Gates forms a delicious entre of well-hidden evil for the crowd to feast on and fathom.

The question: “If this doesn’t work, then what? Do we have to start taking emergency measures to keep the temperature of the earth stable?”

His answer: “Yeah, if you get into that situation—it’s like, if you’ve been overeating and you’re about to have a heart attack, then where do you go? You may need heart surgery or something. There is a line of research on what’s called geoengineering, which are various techniques that would delay the heating to buy us 20 or 30 years to get our act together. Now that’s just an insurance policy–you hope that you don’t need to do that. Some people say you shouldn’t even work on the insurance policy because it might make you lazy, that you’ll keep eating because you know heart surgery will be there to save you. I’m not sure that’s wise, given the importance of the problem. But now that the geoengineering discussion about ‘should that be in the back pocket in case things happen faster or this innovation goes a lot slower than we expect’–“

But suddenly, the train of Gates’ thought slams its smirking engine into the brick wall of secrecy yet again. Silence became the answer to the last sentence, the sum of an unfinished equation. What could he have been about to say? Perhaps it wasn’t masses-friendly. Perhaps it would have scared us. Perhaps the solution to a fast-occurring climate fiasco is to do exactly what his quote about lowering the population subtly states. Perhaps his inner eugenicist caught him before he let his true nature come forth in front of a crowd of ignorantly infatuated fans.

The article written by ETC Group explores his 2010 TED Talk, as well:

Perhaps disingenuously, Gates leaves the last sentence unfinished. At the time of the talk, Gates had already been funding geoengineering research with millions of dollars for several years. Geoengineering refers, essentially, to attempts to stop global temperature increases by blocking the sun or sucking carbon out of the air on a massive, global scale—instead of reducing carbon emissions to zero. The potential risks run the gamut from unexpected feedback effects that destabilize the global climate, to droughts and floods in Africa and South America, to land grabs, ecological destabilization, ocean acidification, pollution and growing the political and financial power of the fossil fuel industry. This is a high risk strategy: the consequences we know about are massive, the ones that are unknown could be more so. The process could alter weather patterns locally, regionally and globally, with destabilizing geopolitical impacts as well.

The Sugar Daddy of Geoengineering, ETC group

This grand scene of scientific drama may seem secular in spiritual nature at first sight, but what if I told you it goes beyond the appearance and into the plan of the cosmos itself? What if I told you that geoengineering had been prophesied by John in the Book of Revelation thousands of years ago, before the Wright brothers ever rode through the sky in the first bird made by human hands?

When we read about the plagues in Revelation, we imagine them to be solely supernatural, as we have been taught to see them. We read about the sun and moon being darkened and we see a smoky eclipse spreading across the sky. But what if I told you this eclipse is manmade and the smoke is metallic? The six plagues of Revelation 8 have already occurred. What I am about to reveal will change your world.

Each and every plague in Revelation 8 speaks of a natural disaster or environmental problem that has already occurred.

First Trumpet: Vegetation Struck

The first angel sounded: And hail and fire followed, mingled with blood, and they were thrown to the earth. And a third of the trees were burned up, and all green grass was burned up.

Revelation 8:7

This verse is referring to the forest fires that have been ravaging our planet for several years.

Second Trumpet: The Seas Struck

Then the second angel sounded: And something like a great mountain burning with fire was thrown into the sea, and a third of the sea became blood. And a third of the living creatures in the sea died, and a third of the ships were destroyed.

Revelation 8:8,9

This verse is referring to the pollution in our oceans and the death it has caused to marine life.

Third Trumpet: The Waters Struck

Then the third angel sounded: And a great star fell from heaven, burning like a torch, and it fell on a third of the rivers and on the springs of water. The name of the star is Wormwood. A third of the waters became wormwood, and many men died from the water, because it was made bitter.

Revelation 8:10,11

This verse is speaking of the supplementation of fluoride in our drinking water, chemical pollution from industrial runoff, and corporate irresponsibility in managing hazardous waste. Men have physically died from the water, and also spiritually. Fluoride calcifies the pineal gland. The pineal gland is the soul. The third eye is the I. The Eye is the I. Many have died within themselves because of the bitterness of poisoned public drinking water. Many more people have died from chemical pollution and poisoned groundwater.

Fourth Trumpet: The Heavens Struck

Then the fourth angel sounded: And a third of the sun was struck, a third of the moon, and a third of the stars, so that a third of them were darkened. A third of the day did not shine, and likewise the night.

Revelation 8:12

And finally, we have the finale: the blocking of the sun via solar geoengineering. This verse is speaking of stratospheric aerosol injections, or geoengineering, to create an artificial canopy of chemical-based clouds to shield the Earth from the sun’s rays. Nathan Myrhvold, the former Chief Technology Officer at Microsoft, calls the canopy a “Stratoshield.”

Look at the sky.

Chemtrails are Roundup for humans.

What you will see is a direct attack from Satan.
Do not be deceived–these plagues seem earthly, but the war is heavenly.
This is a war on God’s sanctuary.

The Light within you is sacred. This is why it is the target of darkness and its chemical devices. Do not fall asleep, burn brightly like the burgeoning star of a being you’re destined to become! Stay close to the day, stay far from the night, and keep close to that Heavenly Light.

For every physical crime to nature, a supernatural chaos is created. To damage the natural world is to destroy the supernatural world underpinning it.

When Jesus was crucified and died for us, the sanctuary was transferred from the tangibility of a physical place to the spiritual locale of the pineal gland at the center of our brains. The Holy Spirit was given to us after the crucifixion of Jesus as our helper and healer and His spirit now resides in our souls, as opposed to residing in a brick-and-mortar cathedral, synagogue, or church.

Our spiritual sight is no longer gained through the deliverance of an animal sacrifice in a temple. Our spiritual sight is now given to us through our bodies, earned at the expense of Christ’s life, via the pathway of our third eyes.

The Egyptian Eye of Ra or Eye of Horus is an identical anatomical engraving of the actual biological anatomy within the brain.

The truly fascinating and spiritually relevant phenomena is aluminum and fluoride’s symbiotic relationship in their ability to effect neurological damage to the pineal gland. Nearly all North American public water supplies are supplemented with fluoride. The pineal gland, out of all the organs in the human body, contains the highest concentrations of fluoride. Fluoride has a huge affinity for this region of the brain: The third eye attracts fluoride, and fluoride is attracted to the third eye. And would you guess? Fluoride calcifies the pineal gland. It turns it to stone… literally.

Due to the high affinity of fluoride to strongly mineralized tissues, fluoride concentrations reach the highest levels in the bones and teeth, and so these materials are frequently used in the bioindication of long-term exposure to fluoride. Excessive supply of fluoride in water and diet results in dental and skeletal fluorosis among people… Although the brain is classified as a soft organ, some of its regions include highly mineralized structures. Humans and other mammals develop intracranial calcifications with age, known as acervuli (also concretions, corpora arenacea or brain sands), a normal physiological phenomenon in the brain, especially in the pineal gland.7

Fluoride concentrations in the pineal gland, brain and bone of goosander (Mergus merganser) and its prey in Odra River estuary in Poland, Elzbieta Kalisinska, Irena Bosiacka-Baranowska et al.

But what is most notable about fluoride’s affinity for our pineal gland is that fluoride combines with aluminum to form aluminum fluoride, which breaks down the blood brain barrier, thus dismantling our brain’s greatest defense against neurotoxic substances and leaving it immensely vulnerable to damage.

Fluorine and aluminum are able to pass through the blood-brain barrier and accumulate in the central nervous system (CNS) of exposed animals. Chronic intoxication is accompanied by behavioral disorders, degenerative changes, and abnormalities of aerobic metabolism of the neurons.

Concentrations of fluorine, aluminum and magnesium in some structures of the central nervous system of rats exposed to aluminum and fluorine in drinking water, Anna Lubkowska, Dariusz Chlubek, et al.

Fluoride greatly impairs general cognitive ability in mammals:

One of the most important areas of research is the evaluation of the effect of fluoride on the nervous system and endocrine glands of mammals, including the pineal gland. It has been shown experimentally that fluoride has neurotoxic properties and adversely affects the functioning of the brain, even at small doses. It contributes to the induction of apoptosis of neurons, formation of oxidative stress, increased amounts of free radicals and lipid peroxidation in the brain and inhibits the production of antioxidant enzymes, mitochondrial enzymes of energy and glutamate transporters. The result is a decreased activity in the mouse and rat brain, impaired memory and learning ability in animals and humans.7

Throughout history, the pineal gland has been regarded as a spiritually communicative and biologically invaluable member of neurological anatomy. Rene Descartes, the famous 17th-century philosopher, mathematician, and scientist, believed the pineal gland to be the “seat of the soul” and “the place in which all our thoughts are formed.”8

Descartes’ claim is symbolically synonymous with the biblical promise of the temple transference. Our bodies became the temple of the Holy Spirit after Jesus’ sacrifice. Now, instead of a temple being the residence of the Spirit, we are the temples. We are the sanctuaries. Our pineal glands are the seats of our souls and the sanctuaries of the Holy Spirit. The toxicity of our world is not accidental–this is an intricately planned strategy implemented straight from the sophistries of Satan, aimed at destroying our mind’s ability to connect with God. The toxic effects of aluminum, fluoride, barium, strontium, and lithium are not random–these toxins are directly correlated with damage to the brain, especially the pineal gland.

As the famous verse in Ephesians says, mankind is not ruled by mayors, governors, or presidents. We are not governed by beings made of flesh. They are not human. They are not friendly. We are governed by extremely intelligent extraterrestrial beings, also known as demons or archons.

For we wrestle not against flesh and blood, but against principalities, against powers, against the rulers of the darkness of this world, against spiritual wickedness in high places.


Satan and his nation of demons are using the ignorance of man to destroy the brilliance of God. Darkness is persuading the scientific passions of man to dampen his own light. Satan is utilizing man’s foolish ego to set him against his own kind. Satan knows that our spirits reside in our third eyes, so he wants to blind them.

Why? Because our pineal gland is like the antenna that allows us access to spiritual realms. Exposing our minds to these toxins’ divisive effects is the equivalent of cutting the supernatural phone line with a pair of scissors. God desires to communicate with us, to love us, and to live in harmony with us and us in harmony with Him, and Satan wants to end this holy connection between man and God. Satan, as hateful and harmful as always, wants to assassinate our spiritual sanctuaries and evict the Holy Spirit from our souls, and make the spirit of God invisible to us. He wants to blind our third eyes so that we cannot see God.

Did you know that two of the most prominent metals in NASA’s atmospheric experimentation programs, barium and aluminum, form the word BAAL when their elemental symbols are combined?

Barium is abbreviated as Ba in the Periodic Table of Elements.
Aluminum is abbreviated as Al.

Chemtrails are not conspiracy–they are prophecy. Look at the sky.
It will tell you the greatest evil of our era and the second greatest attempt at universal domination that Lucifer has ever made.

You need not destroy the word of God if you can destroy the way man hears it. No need to silence the Bible if you can end humanity’s spiritual literacy with the simple spray of a plane and sip of fluoridated water.

Illumination: God’s spirit awakening us.
A-luminum: the removal of that Light.


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The Masses: Meals for the Wolves

When a pack of wolves hunt prey, they use incredible intelligence and grace.
One of the most common methods they employ is the exhaustion method. First, the pack singles out a lone deer or elk from the rest of its herd. Step one: isolation. After they have separated the prey, they communicate to each other and assume their assigned positions in preparation for the attack, forming a moving circle around the prey. This makes it so the hunted animal can’t slip away from them. Now surrounded, the wolves work together to exhaust the animal by chasing it around and around in their circle. If the animal tries to escape by going north, a wolf will chase it south. When it goes south, another wolf will chase it east. When it goes east, a wolf will chase it west. Whether it goes north, south, east or west, another wolf will inevitably chase it back the direction it came. This goes on and on in the space of the circle until the animal grows so weary of running back and forth that it collapses from exhaustion, and is then consumed.

Step two: terrify/exhaust the animal to death.

When a pack of human wolves hunt human prey, they use incredible intelligence and grace. One of the most common methods they employ is the exhaustion method, which begins with division. First, the humans single out a specific group of people by using divisive propaganda. They create an unshakeable Us versus Them mindset in which there are only two sides and no in-betweens. No middle ground. No alternative options. Just like the wolves. You have north, south, east and west, and you are alone, unless you choose one of the sides they have already designed for you. You are either blue or red, Republican or Democrat, pro-masker or anti-masker. There is no in-between. You can run all you want within these bounds, and run you certainly will.

Next, they turn brother against brother, sister against sister, mother against father in any way they can. One method human wolves have very successfully used in hunting ethnic groups was the idea that the Jews wanted to destroy German society by taking over their banks. Over and over, they turned the German mind against the Jewish mind by repeating this lie. As the minister of Holocaust propaganda Joseph Goebbels said, “A lie told once remains a lie but a lie told thousands of times becomes the truth.”

Every kingdom divided against itself is brought to desolation, and every city or house divided against itself will not stand. 


One method human wolves are currently using in hunting and dividing the world is the idea that innocent and healthy law-abiding citizens want to murder other people by not wearing a mask over their mouths. This is achieved by repeating the accusation over and over through every media outlet possible, creating a hunting circle similar to the hunting formations that wild wolves employ in exhausting their prey. You may try to seek emotional relief from your anxiety by checking your Facebook to see what your friends are up to. There, you will hear this message. You may try to watch the news, and there, you will hear this message. You may try to listen to the radio. There, you will hear this message. And it never needs to be a long message, a smart message, or even a message supported by scientific laws with a basis in reality. It can be nonsense. The only important thing is to repeat it, just as the only important task for the wolves is to keep the deer running.

Now, the wolf is inside a word: “Covid.” All the human wolves need for their prey to go screaming and running for their lives is to flash this word in their faces. It automatically and perfectly creates a burst of adrenaline which turns their fight-or-flight mode on full blast, shutting down the parts of their brains that control higher reasoning and are capable of critical thought. They flash the word at school, at work, in stores, on the news. It’s everywhere, and there is no escaping it. You may run north, and you’ll see covid. You may run east, and you’ll see covid. You may think there is a way to escape, and you will meet the snarling fangs of another wolf dressed in covid disguise.

First, you were isolated. Now, you are being exhausted. You are in their circle.

The Germans’ most powerful weapon against the Jews was not physical, it was mental. It began with a single foolish idea that flourished in the minds of the masses, and it was the idea that the Jews wanted to take over German society. The single foolish idea today is the idea that if you don’t want to wear a mask, you want to murder other people. To turn the sweet into sinister is the savvy ploy of every snake. To turn the innocent against the innocent is the joy of every guilty man.

Our media’s preaching never ends. The screens continue to repeat this idea, over and over, rooting it within your mind. Its precepts make no sense. Its causes and effects have no connection. Yet its power is so potent, it makes bachelor’s degrees and doctorates bow down to its insanity, its brokenness, its lack of connection to reality.

This is the poisonous idea:

“Even if you are outwardly healthy, you could inwardly be sick. You must stay six feet away from each other at all times, or else you could kill other people. You must wear a mask at all times, or else you could kill other people. If you see someone not staying six feet away from others, it means they want to kill other people. If you see someone not wearing a mask, it means they want to kill other people.”

Where have we heard this kind of reasoning before? This is the accusation of innocent people for the sake of splitting up social circles, because if there is one thing a predator fears, it is when its victims band together and form a force of their own. Accuse. Shame. Confuse. Divide and conquer, isolate and exhaust–and finally, consume, control… and take over.

There is nothing shameful about studying our government for the first time and realizing it isn’t worthy of your trust. Changing your mind is a noble response to an uncovered lie.

The same government who proposed the bill, “H.R.6666 – COVID-19 Testing, Reaching, And Contacting Everyone (TRACE) Act”is the same government ordering everyone to stay six feet away from each other. They then employ nearly every outlet of media (which is owned and directed by six companies) to repeat this over and over. Before the genocide began during the Holocaust, they prepared the way for their planned murders by:

Shutting down schools
Shutting down social events like concerts and sporting activities
Closing Jewish businesses
Closing any German businesses who affiliated themselves with Jewish people

The number six has held strong spiritual significance for centuries as a number deeply endowed with dark power. We are seeing way too many sixes in our legislation and health mandates. Everywhere you turn, Nazi propaganda techniques are being carried out right before your eyes: the unshakeable Us versus Them mindset; the frivolous content of the party beliefs, how it seems like the silliest concepts are being contested and none of the arguing points make any sense, that not even the war itself is worthy of being fought yet everyone is fighting; and the cliquish nature of the divided sides, with the utmost of prejudice being acted upon over the utmost of foolishness.

The idea that a single cloth covering over the face will prevent a violent and deadly virus from spreading is like child’s play, like a fantasy idea. And then to believe that if you finally succumb to the virus, the symptoms might be so mild, so subtle, that you quite possibly may never know you even have it, is insane as well. Because for one, why are you so scared if the experience is so gentle? And two, if the virus is prevented by wearing a mask, this shows that masks are effective, and if masks are effective, then yours would be fully sufficient to protect you from the virus regardless of whether other people were wearing masks or not.

Yet on and on the forced isolation went, until society had been so interrupted and their minds so saturated in propaganda that the atrocities seemed necessary, if not even normal, to end the madness they felt powerless to stop on their own. We still haven’t learned that evil runs deep in apparently shallow minds. Appearances can be deceiving–in fact, appearances are always deceiving–and just because your politicians smile at you and look like well-dressed, well-to-do people, doesn’t mean they have good intentions or wish you well. Hitler smiled, too; so did Goebbels. The darkest of humans still enjoy a cup of tea. If we can accuse each other of murderous desires by not wearing a mask–a most nonviolent and passive offense–we can accuse politicians of treason and propaganda by convincing us to hate one another.

The level of division and delusion we see in media is not accidental or naturally part of the human psyche. It is a purposeful attack on the psyche of the people by coaxing them into attacking one another. After all, if your enemy is so divided within himself that his soldiers are killing each other off, you hardly even need to lift a finger and go to war. It’s an easy battle.

How can we trust our government when the numbers and symbols they use are so suspicious? The same government that plans to put H.R.6666 into law while telling us to stay six feet apart is the same government that is manipulating the media owned by six companies. And yes, it is shockingly true–all American media is owned by a mere six companies. This makes spinning a unified narrative, regardless of its validity, very easy on a mass scale. Yet, thanks to the ignorance of the vast majority, this massively ironic and highly suspicious trend of unbroken sameness within media is hardly noticeable to most. Every single news agency is saying the same things. The masses don’t think this is suspicious.

We were never taught to think beyond our boundaries and to challenge systems of thought. We were spoon-fed the pieces to the puzzle of reality and never put the big picture together ourselves. We never touched the keys to knowledge, we simply watched as Big Brother unlocked the door and tossed our starving minds a few morsels of illumination, our lifetime allotment of light. We were given a box no bigger than we were and were told to mesh ourselves with its limitations. Each one of us has been born into a programmed part within the grand scheme of human consciousness and ultimately the plan of salvation itself. And believe it or not, this peculiar and unceasing sameness within media and the growing grip of censorship on our lives is a serious danger to the existence of consciousness as a possession and tool of our souls. Everything is the same. Why? Perhaps it is because it’s *propaganda.*

“In 1984, fifty independent media companies owned the majority of media interests within the United States. By 2011, 90% of the United States’ media was controlled by six media conglomerates: GE/Comcast (NBC, Universal), News Corp (Fox News, Wall Street Journal, New York Post) Disney (ABC, ESPN, Pixar), Viacom (MTV, BET, Paramount Pictures), Time Warner (CNN, HBO, Warner Bros.) and CBS (Showtime,”2

They are blasting 666 in our faces, the most occult number in existence that is not only associated with the devil himself but also with the greatest biblical end time deception, and you still trust this government? The same government who said the lockdown would only go on for two weeks when it has gone on an entire year?

Wake up! You are better than that!

When human wolves hunt human prey, they use incredible intelligence and grace. They can convince them to run in fear until they faint while believing they are running of their own free will. Like the minister of Holocaust propaganda Joseph Goebbels said, “Propaganda works best when those who are being manipulated are confident they are acting on their own free will.”

On October 29th of 2020, France entered its second national lockdown in which new mandates were made for daily living. Now, the French can no longer exercise outside for more than an hour a day, and activities like shopping for groceries require written permission.3

“Show me your papers.” Where have we heard that before?

In response to these Orwellian dictates, the French exited France in a massive exodus. The deer continue to flee the wolves, thinking there won’t be another wolf the next door down.

We keep running and the wolves keep chasing.
When will we stop running and stand up to fight?

Step one: isolation. Check.
Step two: chase them until they collapse. Scare them to death.
50% complete.

Behold, I send you out as sheep in the midst of wolves.





The Mask, the Mark

Part I

We’re gathering up the broken queens that litter the bloodstained chessboard,
Victims of reality and of entropy’s generous stress load —
We’re whipping the underdogs out from under the royal welcome rug,
Peeling peasants off like oiled wallpaper from their groove in the grid —
Shaking the lost and twisted gypsies of the ghetto out of their dystopian asphyxia, shaking souls like the New Madrid —
You are not a quietmouth, you are not a muzzled dog, you are a queen with hope buzzing like a beehive, love lurching like a rowboat, and you won’t be singing silence to darkness, but ballads to Eloi!
This government takes people like pumpkins and carves them into funny castes, propping up gutted skeletons like piñatas and filling them with trash, a decadent donut full of Vesuvius’ ash. You look out the window and it’s Sodom and Gomorrah out there, it’s Pompeii to the max, we are bleeding to death from the feasting leech of tax — well, they tell us, if you’re angry just go protest and set some things on fire, as long as you wear your mask, as long as you keep your cable TV plugged in and blasting lies out its ass — well, they tell us, and I say this: why don’t we just cut the cord of communism with anarchy’s axe?
This malignant parasite that’s got its teeth dug into our destinies,
its pincers wrapped around our sensitivities, sucking us numb —
its laws burned into the pink expanse of our brains, cooking up heresies —
Its unrelentingly affectionate love for our lungs,
it grows like a mutant hybrid. It breathes and each breath is foul play, forced to wear a mask all day, telling you not to work or play, only think about being sick — think about being sick — think about the virus, the plague, the demons surrounding us whose shadows are getting eerily less vague — just close your eyes and put a mask over your mouth and lay down into the casket, you are ill; you may not feel it, but you are ill — they say it on the news, they say it on TV, they scream it over infinity that we are all victims of infirmity while they gnaw at our freedoms still.

People muse that the image and the mark of the beast are something obvious, like you’ll know it when you see it. They think back to Bible times when people bowed to golden idols. They think the image will be clear-cut, a microchip or religious law, that the mark is marked and you will know its arrival as soon as you see the sign. But I tell you what, if there is anything that personifies the devil himself, it is the symbol that a mask stands for. His company is always watching, always controlling. Fallen angels have been called “watchers” multiple times in both the Book of Daniel and the lesser known apocryphal Book of Enoch. They watch, study, and manipulate humans. One of the ways they manipulate us is through sorcery and alchemy.

Ancient hieroglyphs and stone carvings have the strangest thing in common, something that shows up too many times to ignore–numerous giant beings, that the ancient people believed were “gods,” are depicted sharing technologies with humans and teaching them various sciences. These beings are capable of self-transformation and of bypassing the boundaries of dimensions, and they have been teaching humans high knowledge and cultivating power and control in human society since the Fall, when they were granted entrance into our world through sin.

What people do not know is that we have sterilized the world of magic and placed the most ancient and supernatural arts under the surgical knife of secular language, and the terms for these occult arts and sciences have been erased and replaced by deceptively vague synonyms. What you need to know is that we have Latinized and trapped inside textbook the most complex spiritual destruction possible in the material world. We have, as the Book of Enoch says, been taught the “cutting” (or “dividing” in another version) “of roots.” We have learned how to split cells, how to hybridize animals and man, how to tweak the genome of a fruit or vegetable and invent a manmade set of DNA–we have learned the forbidden and highly destructive art of manipulating the very foundation of matter, the cell. We have “divided roots” for years.

Enoch 7:1: “… they taught them charms and enchantments, and the cutting of roots, and made them acquainted with plants.”

The teaching of sciences by supernatural, malevolent beings occurred throughout other cultures and countries, as well. Such one culture who experienced the invasion of the fallen angels and the teaching of their sciences were the Irish, whose towns and cities were invaded by beings called the Tuatha De Danann, a supernatural race similar to the description of the biblical fallen angels.

From Wikipedia:

…They taught skills in the sciences, including architecture, the arts, and magic, including necromancy. 
According to Lebor Gabála Érenn (the history of Ireland from the creation of the world to the Middle Ages), they came to Ireland ‘in dark clouds’ and ‘landed on the mountains of the Conmaicne Rein in Connachta,’ otherwise Sliabh an Iarainn, ‘and they brought a darkness over the sun for three days and three nights.’ They immediately burnt the ships ‘so that they should not think of retreating to them, and the smoke and the mist that came from the vessels filled the neighbouring land and air. Therefore it was conceived that they had arrived in clouds of mist.’1

A poem in the Lebor Gabála Érenn says of their arrival:

“It is God who suffered them, though He restrained them
they landed with horror, with lofty deed,
in their cloud of mighty combat of spectres,
upon a mountain of Conmaicne of Connacht.

Without distinction to discerning Ireland,
Without ships, a ruthless course
the truth was not known beneath the sky of stars,
whether they were of heaven or of earth.”

The article continues to quote descriptions of the race:

From them are the Tuatha Dé and Andé, whose origin the learned do not know, but that it seems likely to them that they came from heaven, on account of their intelligence and for the excellence of their knowledge.


The science that the fallen angels taught antediluvian men is the same science that comes in the form of healthcare and agriculture today. Pharmaceutical medications have the most spell-like names, words that are like lyrics concentrated into a single word, and they are forces of chemical sapience, consisting of the elements in altered states. They are nature in processed consciousness, the senses of the universe expressed in backward order, just as the employees of the mirror realm would have it. Our people are highly modified humans today, a generation that is not like those of the past, but a vastly edited version. From the moment we are born we are led through a labyrinth of changes, a systematic and ritualized timeline of successive physical refinements and archetype remodeling. Early human life is so full of these procedures, it could be characterized by them. Childhood has been so inured to the unsettling and resettling of their bodies and adults so used to doing it that the taking of the plain form, pure in its originality, and running it through a regimented set of incrementally more severe physical transmutations no longer seems odd, but natural.

Our childhoods are filled with Tylenol and Aspirin, artificial foods made artificial in every way, either through edits made to their genetic composition, edits made to their development and pest resistance, or edits made to their flavor and shelf life. To graduate this life stage safely, doctors say that we need at least seventy vaccinations before the age twenty, all of which contain human DNA fragments that interact and react with our preexisting DNA. Our genetically modified food also contains DNA fragments that interact and react with our preexisting DNA. We are genetically modified, whether through an accident of beneficent science or by conscious manipulation similar to the nature-altering science of the fallen angels. We are incessantly pricked, poked and prodded, chemically injected, measured, and treated. From the moment we take our first breath, we are the subjects and sacrifices of the 21st century sorcerer.

Chemicals are the basis of medicine and a naturally occurring chemical balance is the basis of our physical forms and a necessity for homeostasis. Today’s most popular form of alchemy is the science of engineering a reaction and reformation within the human body via chemical substances exogenous to it. After all, when you engage in chemically-based medicine, you are participating in the manipulation of matter, a magician’s main purpose in magic. You hope to fundamentally change the way your body works, which is why, for example, people take serotonin reuptake inhibitors for their depression: they want to change the way their brain produces and processes serotonin.

This principle underpins other forms of alchemy, as well. Scientists alter the genomes of plants so that farmers can change their plants’ composition and function; they desire to alter the way their plants’ develop and survive and hope that, because of these genetic modifications, their plants experience less pests and disease. Only, this well-meaning desire comes at the cost of carcinogenic cellular reconstructions being carried out in the plant’s cells, mutants born through the body of the microscope and chaos created where beauty in creation ought to be.

In the end, both are further from God than when they started; both plant and person have been interrupted and altered, their forms transformed and their physics reframed.

The name “physician” says it all: a man skilled in physics; physics, the law of reality itself. It is the isolation of the cell and the redirecting/redimensioning of them that constitutes the highest form of sorcery and the most sought goal of those who desire to alter reality. To alter reality itself is the greatest act, closer to the capabilities of God than much else. If the dragon is Satan and the beast an internationally powerful creature of destruction within a government of quiet control, then alchemy would be its most powerful and prolific science, and the mark of the beast a wizard’s mask, the “doctor’s” medical mask. The beast is masked, and we are, too. We are wearing his symbol right on our faces.


The Eye: the I

The pineal gland is found in ancient archaeology and American history as well as medical science. Its symbol is engraved in the Egyptian walls and is beloved by our dollar bill; in fact, on any piece of paper money you will see the Eye of Providence, seen emblazoned on a floating triangle above the pyramid. Over the pyramid hangs the words, “ANNUIT COEPTIS,” which is Latin for “favors our undertakings.” On our dollar bill is written an interesting way to say, “The Eye of Providence favors our undertakings.” But the Eye of Providence goes by other names, as well, called the Eye of Horus and the Eye of Lucifer. Not so good.

The words “NOVUS ORDO SECLORUM,” are written below the pyramid, meaning “A new order of the ages (is born).”1

The eye is also popularized by our celebrities, who frequently pull the one hand over one eye pose. This leaves one eye visible in order to signify a single eye, referring to the one eye we do have, colloquially called the third eye and medically called the pineal gland, named so for the gland’s textural resemblance to pinecones, hence the name “pine-al” gland. And ironically, the giant beings depicted in ancient stone art are frequently shown to be carrying something that looks like a purse in one hand, with something of the texture of a pinecone in the other. The Vatican also honors the pinecone symbol by carving it into their scepters and rods and maintaining a giant sculpture of the pinecone on their grounds. Is this all coincidence?

The final photo in this collage is of the Vatican’s pinecone statue. The eye shape in what looks like brain tissue is what our pineal gland looks like when the brain is exposed (to the right of the Egyptian hieroglyph).
Celebrities doing the Eye of Providence pose.
More celebrities doing the Eye of Providence pose.

Our society’s love of third eye symbolism does not occur by accident. The pineal gland has been hailed as the seat of the soul by Renes Descartes, and its power is no doubt the most profoundly affected by alchemy. There is a reason that our dollar bill says “Providence favors our undertakings,” because we are governed through undertakings by a quiet and intelligent warforce working on our reality from the other side of it. Our society is full of the third eye not because ours are healthy and functioning well, but because it is the organ by which we have been sedated and enslaved. Yet it is also the organ through which we find psycho-spiritual freedom of the intellect.

If the archons can alter the human body through chemicals to bring it into lower states of being, their wizards can engineer a kind of consciousness through medication, one of bowed knee and benumbed mind. Through a lifetime of destructive alchemical reactions disguised as medical remedies, the human is rendered weak and the mind anesthetized. This shuts down his defenses and leaves his mind more subject to control, allowing a psycho-spiritual government to be instituted within his consciousness. To achieve a constant portal into his being, a slow and never-ceasing prescription of chemicals will perform a basic generalizing and equalizing effect on his intellect, dominating his natural substance with potions that will ensure a constant and easily controllable docility, creating a castrated and lobotomized breed. The best method of consistent breakage and entry is through the proliferation of high psychotronic frequencies in his living space, a world of smart devices: a smartmeter to smartly measure, a smartphone to smartly communicate, and a smart TV to smartly entertain. All the while, his senses are being destroyed and his mind made stupid.




The Mask, the Mark

Part II

A medical mask only allows you to communicate with your eyes, just like the beast. A mask requires you to remain silent, just like the beast. They are called Watchers for a reason, because they silently watch. The eye and sight are ancient symbols seen throughout the world in nearly every religious mythology, and the idea of extraterrestrial life forces interacting with humans is a prevalent historical theme, enduring even into our own pop culture and entertainment sectors.

Just an example of how cleverly America’s entertainment creators can be with their knowledge of the truth is the “Star Wars” enterprise. The marathon of movies focuses on wars that take place in the stars, and one of the main character’s names is Anakin Skywalker. The “gods” of the ancient hieroglyphs were named “sky people,” or Anunnaki, and were worshiped by the Sumerians, Akkadians, Babylonians and Assyrians.1 What kind of beings would be so prevalent throughout humanity’s history that they would garner the worship of completely separate cultures across vast spans of time and increase their knowledge in much the same way with each one? The Hebrew Bible also refers to a kind of creatures similar to the Anunnaki with a very similar term for them, the Anakim.2

Anakim – Anakin: a striking similarity.
Sky People – Skywalker: another striking similarity.

The Anakim were believed to be the offpspring of the Elioud, or the Nephilim, all of which are descendants of so-called extraterrestrials, exactly what the Sumerians, Akkadians, Babylonians, Assyrians, and now Hebrews, too, called them.

And they brought up an evil report of the land which they had searched unto the children of Israel, saying, ‘The land, through which we have gone to search it, is a land that eateth up the inhabitants thereof; and all the people that we saw in it are men of a great stature.
And there we saw the giants, the sons of Anak, which come of the giants: and we were in our own sight as grasshoppers, and so we were in their sight.’

NUMBERS 12:32-33

In truth, these “sky people” are biblically known as fallen angels.3 Jesus Himself speaks of angels as though they were stars, or akin to stars. In fact, the Great Controversy, the battle between good and evil, God and Satan, could be very simply summarized as one enormous star war.

And He said to them, ‘I saw Satan fall like lightning from heaven.’

LUKE 10:18

In the Book of Job when God is challenging Job, God says,

‘Where wast thou when I laid the foundations of the earth? declare, if thou hast understanding.
Who hath laid the measures thereof, if thou knowest? or who hath stretched the line upon it?
Whereupon are the foundations thereof fastened? or who laid the corner stone thereof;
When the morning stars sang together, and all the sons of God shouted for joy?’

JOB 38:4-7

Jesus is called the Morning Star, and Lucifer was called the Morning Star before his fall. Angels have been referred to as “the sons of God” multiple times in the Bible. One instance of this occurs at the beginning of the Book of Job, when a cosmic council scene is described in which “the sons of God” and Satan attend a meeting with God in an unknown heavenly place, and have discussions over the happenings of the universe, the worlds, the dimensions (whatever it is that godlike creatures and God talk about when they visit with each other!).

Earth is brought up, and Job’s life is discussed. This is where the famous bet between God and Satan over Job’s faith is made, and where his belongings, livestock and family are given over to Satan’s power for a small period of time to test his love for God.

In the Book of Revelation, Lucifer’s rebellion is described. He is said to have tempted a third of the angels into sin, and here these angels are also described as stars:

His tail drew a third of the stars of heaven and threw them to the earth. And the dragon stood before the woman who was ready to give birth, to devour her Child as soon as it was born.


An interesting video on stars for those who want to delve further before we move on:

The symbol of the pineal gland is everywhere, and it has passed through the pop culture slang machine and emerged with a telling nickname, “the third eye.” Because its slang title strong-arms its official anatomical term, the pineal gland’s significance has been muffled beneath layers of sarcasm, Eastern mysticism, and even discredited. I believe this is because of the term “third eye” and the way in which the phrase itself seems to denote the properties of an abstract concept. It makes one think of merely the idea of a tertiary eye since an actual eyeball could not possibly exist within the brain, and subconsciously we know that.

Yet unconsciously, we still apply this vague notion to the theory of the pineal gland itself and use it to disprove or prove its existence to our own liking and advantage. However, facts do not change, regardless of our feelings, and human anatomy does not change, regardless of our spiritual beliefs.

Most importantly, the name “third eye” and its association to yogic lunacy or lucidity–whichever our biases prefer–makes us think that the very act of acknowledging or rejecting the legitimacy of the pineal gland is a matter of spiritual opinion and religious option. But the truth is, slang does not trump the tangible reality of an actual gland in the brain, a gland that produces hormones necessary for your survival and profoundly affects your thoughts, moods, and feelings.

Whether we call it “the third eye” or properly dub it the formal pineal gland, the fact is that this gland is responsible for your circadian rhythm, your sleep quality, and even your inevitable adaptation or misadaptation to your environment itself. It is quite possibly the second most powerful factor that will determine our mental illness or, alternatively, our mental wellness, and it finds its rank right next to serotonin. Serotonin and melatonin are the peanut butter and jelly of the human spirit.

In the article “Melatonin: Pharmacology, Functions and Therapeutic Benefits” by Tordjman, Sylvie et al published in Current neuropharmacology, it describes the enormity of melatonin’s physical importance and how it dictates the biological rhythms of nearly every organ.

Melatonin synchronizes central but also peripheral oscillators (fetal adrenal gland, pancreas, liver, kidney, heart, lung, fat, gut, etc.), allowing temporal organization of biological functions through circadian rhythms (24-hour cycles) in relation to periodic environmental changes and therefore adaptation of the individual to his/her internal and external environment.4

Simply put, melatonin is a busy hormone, involved with every organ system in your body. So you can imagine that if this supply-and-demand cycle of melatonin production were to be cut off inside your brain–if the melatonin factory lost power and then set fire–that you would feel its effects. Yes, and the science proves it: Without melatonin homeostasis, the entire body is put into a dangerous imbalance that manifests itself in many different ways.

The most common symptom of melatonin deficiency manifests in the form of America’s many mood disorders. From anxiety and depression to bipolar disorder and and seasonal affective disorder, mental illness affects millions; over 40 million adults in the U.S. suffer from anxiety and depression alone.5

Yet is this not to be expected? Our worlds are filled with the things that hinder proper melatonin development and assimilation, such as artificial lighting, screen-emitted blue light, and electromagnetic frequencies on which our wireless devices function. We are swimming in a pool of injurious light, but for two of them–artificial lighting and blue light–exposure to them ends with the flip of a switch.

However, there is something different about EMF, or electromagnetic frequencies. It is the invisible light that is always on. Our exposure to visible light does not end with invisible electromagnetic frequencies, though this may seem like a riddling paradox. Why? you may ask. Why does our visible light exposure not end with invisible light? It is not real light, you may say.

In physics, electromagnetic radiation refers to the waves of the electromagnetic field, propagating through space, carrying electromagnetic radiant energy. It includes radio waves, microwaves, infrared, light, ultraviolet, X-rays, and gamma rays.


Well, here is the interesting part: though we are consciously aware that electromagnetic waves are not on the visible light spectrum and know them to instead belong to the electromagnetic radiofrequency spectrum, our brains themselves cannot know that and perceive EMF as light.6

Yes, it’s true: Our brains perceive electromagnetic frequencies as visible light and adjust their melatonin production accordingly. So technically, according to the scientific research established in this area, if you do not turn your WiFi router off at night, you sleep in full daylight.

According to the study, “Pineal melatonin level disruption in humans due to electromagnetic fields and ICNIRP limits” published in the peer-reviewed radiobiology journal, Radiation protection dosimetry, the pineal gland senses EMFs as light and decreases melatonin production in response.

The pineal gland is likely to sense EMFs as light and decrease the production of melatonin as a consequence.

The article goes on to say,

The results show the significance of disruption of melatonin due to exposure to weak EMFs, which may possibly lead to long-term health effects in humans.6

The pineal gland produces most of our melatonin and is the main organ involved in the translation of environmental light information into endocrine responses. However, since the human brain interprets even low-level electromagnetic frequencies as actual light, just as it would interpret the light emanating from a light bulb as light, exposure to electromagnetic frequencies depletes our neuronal melatonin supply and damages our pineal glands, slowing the hormone’s creation and causing rhythmic abnormalities in the body’s circadian cycles.7,8

Melatonin is not only the body’s main regulator of rhythms and integral to human health, but is also a powerful antioxidant with proven anticancer properties. From the study, “Electromagnetic fields and melatonin production” by Reiter, R. J. published in Biomedicine & pharmacotherapy = Biomedecine & pharmacotherapie, “Melatonin has many functions in the organism and any perturbation (not only electromagnetic fields) which causes levels of melatonin to be lower than normal may have significant physiological consequences. Melatonin, because it is a potent antioxidant, may provide significant protection against cancer initiation as well as promotion.”9 

The hormone continues to wow us with its virtuosity: it is also an immunomodulator. An immunomodulator is any substance that modulates and affects the functioning of the immune system.10 According to the study, “The pineal gland and cancer” by Ronco, A. L. and F. Halberg in Anticancer research, melatonin modulates the immune system and controls the growth of cancer cells.

The gland and its hormone melatonin seem to be important chronoimmunomodulators, and a reduction of the latter was associated with experimental and clinical immunodeficiencies and over the control of the neoplastic process.11

(Neoplasia is defined as the abnormal growth and proliferation of abnormal cells.11)

The article continues, explaining that one of the defining features of a cancer patient can be found in their imbalanced melatonin levels and finalizing the paper with the affirmation that EMF causes cancers that result from melatonin dysfunction.

Moreover, melatonin can be an oncostatic or oncostimulating hormone, depending on the timing of its administration. The melatonin circadian rhythm is altered in cancer patients, and this rhythm could be modified as a consequence of certain therapies… Electromagnetic Fields (EMF) can affect the pineal function… and could play an important role in the appearance and development of some forms of apparently EMF-related cancers.8

The above research article is even more explicit in its discovery of EMF’s effects on pineal gland health. According to the research, electromagnetic fields disrupt both the pineal gland’s production of melatonin and its immunomodulatory actions. It reveals another level of consequence to EMF exposure, finding that melatonin insufficiency via electromagnetic frequency exposure causes immunodeficiencies and immunodysfunction.

This is where it gets relevant.

In March of 2020, the Federal Communications Commission approved Elon Musk’s company, SpaceX, to install up to 1 million masts on-ground for its Starlink internet project. According to Musk, this new generation of antennas will run on the new electromagnetic radiofrequency network, 5G.12

In telecommunications, 5G is the fifth generation technology standard for cellular networks, which cellular phone companies began deploying worldwide in 2019… The increased speed (of 5G) is achieved partly by using higher-frequency radio waves than current cellular networks… 5G networks operate on up to three frequency bands, low, medium, and high.


The article goes on to describe the strength and intensity of the three combined frequency bands. Low-band 5G uses a similar frequency range to current 4G cellphones, 600-700 MHz. Mid-band 5G uses the frequency range of 2.5-3.7 GHz.

Now, you may have noticed we started using a different quantitative title; we jumped from MHz, or megahertz, to GHz, or gigahertz. The difference between hertz, megahertz, and gigahertz are as follows:

In wireless communications, the abbreviation Hz — which stands for hertz, named after the German physicist Heinrich Hertz — indicates the transmission frequency of radio signals in cycles per second:

  • 1 Hz equals one cycle per second.
  • 1 MHz (megahertz) equals 1 million cycles per second (or 1 million Hz).
  • 1 GHz (gigahertz) equals 1 billion cycles per second (or 1000 MHz).13

The Wikipedia article continues:

High-band 5G currently uses frequencies of 25-39 GHz, near the bottom of the millimeter wave band, although higher frequencies may be used in the future.

We just discovered that electromagnetism causes immunodysfunction through melatonin depletion in the pineal gland, and now we have taken the leap from 4G, 1 million cycles per second, to 5G, 1 billion cycles per second? And the FCC has approved 1 million masts to be installed around us, radiating at a perpetual 1 billion cycles per second?

Could this be why we are experiencing a pandemic? Could this be why we are suffering from a virus that disrupts the lungs’ immunomodulatory actions? Could this by why melatonin has mysteriously been proven a useful treatment for c0v*d?

From the article “C0V*D-19: Melatonin as a potential adjuvant treatment” by Zhang, Rui et al. in Life sciences:

Based on clinical features, pathology, the pathogenesis of acute respiratory disorder induced by either highly homogenous coronaviruses or other pathogens, the evidence suggests that excessive inflammation, oxidation, and an exaggerated immune response very likely contribute to C0V*D-19 pathology. This leads to a cytokine storm and subsequent progression to acute lung injury (ALI)/acute respiratory distress syndrome (ARDS) and often death. Melatonin, a well-known anti-inflammatory and anti-oxidative molecule, is protective against ALI/ARDS caused by viral and other pathogens… Notably, melatonin has a high safety profile. There is significant data showing that melatonin limits virus-related diseases and would also likely be beneficial in C0V*D-19 patients.14

Melatonin is proposed by another group of researchers as a treatment for c0v*d and its anti-inflammatory, antioxidant, and antiviral properties are highlighted. From the study, “Therapeutic Algorithm for Use of Melatonin in Patients With C0v*d-19” by Russel J. Reiter and Pedro Abreu-Gonzalez, et al. in the peer-reviewed online-only medical journal Frontiers in Medicine:

New drugs and vaccines are being designed as C0v*d-19 treatment, but their development and testing will require months to years. Time is not a luxury that this crisis has. Thus, there is a serious unmet need for the identification of currently-available and safe molecules which can be used to slow or treat C0v*d-19 disease. Here, we suggest melatonin be given consideration for prophylactic use or treatment alone or in combination with other drugs. Melatonin’s multiple actions as an anti-inflammatory, anti-oxidant, and anti-viral (against other viruses) make it a reasonable choice for use. Melatonin is readily available, can be easily synthesized in large quantities, is inexpensive, has a very high safety profile and can be easily self-administered.15

Not only is your brain’s capacity to produce melatonin damaged by electromagnetic fields, but your melatonin production naturally tapers off as you age. With the novel development and deployment of high-frequency millimeter waves such as the range in which fifth generation internet, 5G, functions, this could be why most c0v*d patients are elderly and why the death count remains so dominated by octagenarians. This demographic would be the most melatonin deficient and their pineal glands the most susceptible to the side effects of 5G-level electromagnetic fields. Perhaps this is also why children never seem to fall ill from the virus, and why they are said to be more likely to get struck by lightning than catch it.16 

Children are known to have healthy pineal glands.

Melatonin’s antiviral, antioxidant, and anti-inflammatory actions are powerful forces in the human body, and pineal gland dysfunction plays a potent role in mental illness. Prior to the mass installation of 5G satellites in 2019, we were already suffering from the side effects of a world full of EMF, blue and artificial light. Mental manifestations of melatonin deficiency strongly mirror the psychological disorders most common to the U.S. population. Now more than ever, we can see our country’s anxiety and depression in both an amplified and clarified light.

With the rising of the recent star of America’s show, c0v*d, an onslaught of worry fills each mind. We see riots in the streets, racial wars, fist fights in the grocery store over items in high demand; we see threats over mask-wearing, division between people into two strict categories, with no in-between: if you wear a mask, you are smart and kind. If you do not wear a mask, you are deserving of punishment. Groupthink has grabbed us by the primitive hindbrain and filled us with shortsighted hate. People slander each other online, curse each other, and quarrel more than they ever have before. Moods are swinging faster than our balled-up fists; unemployment rates break records. Children are kept from attending school, and university students are relegated to the depths of the internet for study, their on-campus classes a former dream.

We are living in a time of great distress, and it all stems from the infectious presence of a virus whose main action is immunomodulation interruption. At the same time, our world is going through a mass technology upgrade and electromagnetic frequency update, which has been shown to cause immunomodulation interruption.

Ironically, the way they test people’s temperature for c0v*d involves pointing a laser-like thermometer at their forehead, right where their pineal gland would be just inches past the forebrain.

If even weak EMF fields affect the production of melatonin and the pineal gland cannot discern electromagnetic frequencies from light, then as long as we are near even weak EMF, let alone EMF as strong as 5G, our brains cannot sleep. This is why the world was so chaotic in 2020 and why 2020 was unlike any other year before it. Our brains are being deprived of sleep and darkness. No one has truly “slept” since the summer of 2019 when they began, and continue to, install more masts, satellites, and smart meters that run on 5G frequencies.

If we are affected even by weak fields, 5G is the strongest EMF field to be created so far and exposed to the entire world–how will we react to lava when we can barely handle a low boil? We are prime candidates for extreme melatonin disruption and immunomodulation dysfunction due to the intensity of modern wireless frequencies.

This would also coincide with the attack on the temple of God that is said to happen in the end days, since Jesus said the kingdom of God is within us.

Do you not know that you are the temple of God and that the Spirit of God dwells in you?


Jesus was talking about the pineal gland. He also calls it “thine eye.” Not two eyes, like the ones we use to see physical images, but the one eye we have that senses spiritual truth and sees light. When He warns against being a spiritual busybody in other people’s lives, He phrases it, “Work on the plank of wood in your own eye, not the splinter of wood in your brother’s!”

The light of the body is the eye: if therefore thine eye be single, thy whole body shall be full of light.
But if thine eye be evil, thy whole body shall be full of darkness. If therefore the light that is in thee be darkness, how great is that darkness!

MATTHEW 6:22-23

In Revelation when it talks about the 144,000, it says,

After these things I saw four angels standing at the four corners of the earth, holding the four winds of the earth, that the wind should not blow on the earth, on the sea, or on any tree. Then I saw another angel ascending from the east, having the seal of the living God. And he cried with a loud voice to the four angels to whom it was granted to harm the earth and the sea, saying, ‘Do not harm the earth, the sea, or the trees till we have sealed the servants of our God on their foreheads.’


The seal of God is made in the pineal gland. This is what the forehead symbolizes, and also what the entire c0v*d establishment could symbolize. I find it too odd to be ignored that we are incessantly being told to stay 6 feet away from each other, that the bill that they passed for contact tracing was called H.R. 6666 (here:, and that 5G destroys the pineal gland, the kingdom of God within us. They are literally pointing a laser at people’s foreheads to test their temperatures, I cannot deny the obvious symbolism here. More and more, I am feeling that we have already met the mark of the beast and its proliferation among us has been occurring since the start of this entire year.


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The Internet, the Image

Facebook is basically a candy dispenser for media-addicted people with short attention spans–so why are people always surprised when their intelligent opinions go unheard and are criticized? You are trying to preach elegance and ethereal truth to a comatose gang of gambling addicts whose brains have been rigorously trained into a regimented pattern of immediate satisfaction and made immune to the beauty of delayed gratification. Social media has snagged our psyches by the serotonin and have turned the modern minds into yoyos whose strings get tighter with every false burst of manufactured blue light dopamine. Media hasn’t just got us by the balls, it has got us by the BRAINS.

I fully believe that we would not even be experiencing any pandemic if we did not have access to media. It feeds the fire of ignorance and stokes the coals of panic, pushing everyone into a perpetually dark and primitive fight-or-flight mode. Everyone keeps dosing each other with toxic and grand orations of dystopian terror, but in my opinion the most profound symptom and proof of our dystopia lies in the way we’ve been bonded to this inanimate and silent ox, this ruthless master of psychological manipulation, social media.

It is an ox who tills the ground of our intelligences and plants the seeds of mental disease into the mature minds of grown adults who should not be thinking the way they have been–it has planted psychosis in the soil of sanity, lack of focus in the genius of humanity, and proves the most formidable point of the “Matrix” movies right: that technology HAS enslaved us.

If there is anything dystopian about our society it is the fact that we are not only addicted to social media, but that we ignore the most intelligent territories of the internet to such an extent that most people do not even know how to search for and locate truth for themselves anymore. They are so hooked on cake, they can’t handle steak. They need to have it fed to them, sent to their inboxes in pretty little articles, explained to them in slow and sweet words, sung to them in tasty little soundbites. They refuse to go on NCBI and read the studies. They refuse to venture beyond NBC. They need it sugarcoated and sterilized and smothered through a politically correct sieve or else they’ll spit it out like a fussy baby in a high chair who’s been given kale for the first time and JuSt DoEsN’T lIkE iT. It doesn’t matter that you prove your theories of the unsafety of electromagnetic frequencies like 5G with real measurements from the radiofrequency spectrum itself: WiFi cOuLd nEvEr CaUsE cAnCeR. They want the truth dipped in butter and rolled in brown sugar and dunked in honey and sprinkled in cinnamon and if it threatens them, you’re a conspiracy theorist. If it makes them question what is beyond their five senses, you’re a conspiracy theorist. If it makes them wonder what their government is REALLY up to, you’re a conspiracy theorist. If it raises their IQ by a nanoscopic factor of freedom, they want your head chopped off like the Red Queen screaming during the height of menses.

Well, it hurts me, too, the truth. It burns like fire and stings like acid and it makes me want to cry. The truth is fire. It always has been. That is why they killed Jesus. The Pharisees’ psyches got burnt tasting the philosophies of Christ and they killed Him for exposing them to the inferno of reality, for sparking the candle of critical thinking and unhinging their hypocrisy from its anchored hold. He made them uncomfortable because that is what the truth does. 

They hated Him for making them think there was something beyond their day jobs, beyond their human families, beyond their cognitive faculties, beyond even their own existences and especially beyond the pride with which they gloated over their positions. Jesus crashed their prestige on the shores of raw truth, and instead of savoring the taste of freedom, they hated Him for showing them that freedom was even an option. And this same disdain for the truth runs rampant in our society today. 

We want the truth like fast food. If it isn’t said by a pretty girl on a news station covered in makeup and wearing a cocktail dress, it isn’t worth learning. If it isn’t quick and easy, still steaming with hot oil from the fryer, the facts aren’t worth eating. The truth doesn’t tickle the taste buds like the luxurious lies do. If it isn’t brief and simple, written by a hip and progressive opinion blog, then it isn’t cool to know. If it’s long and drawn-out, scientific and wordy; if they have to get their Thesaurus out to understand what on Earth is being said, they don’t want to bother. Who has time for truth when you have Netflix near? Why learn when you can just “angry react”?

This is what media has done to us: it has darkened our consciences, polluted our beings, and pitted us against one another like pitbulls in a pixelated fighting ring. It once had a beautiful purpose, one of knowledge and calm, but it has devolved into a virtual tartarus, full of wrath and perversion. 

Media comes from and has the first syllable of a very powerful group of words possessing spiritual meaning, the “med-” family. First, it is the name of one of the most intelligent and spiritually manipulative race of humans to possibly grace the face of this planet, the Medes. The three wise men who visited baby Jesus were Medes. Other words in this family are medium, medicine, and–wait for it–media. But not all Medes, medicine, media, and especially mediums were or are of a benevolent nature. Here is where media may trump mediums in its occult influence. Media is possibly the most commanding of the group, touching our sensitivities so subtly we often never feel it, and it is perhaps the most powerful in its ability to influence and control our sentience. 

God said in Exodus 20:4, “Thou shalt not make unto thee any graven image, or any likeness of any thing that is in heaven above, or that is in the earth beneath, or that is in the water under the earth.” God warns against the fabrication of images because the image is a powerful spiritual tool. You can take an image and quite literally enact and engineer a change in the viewer’s consciousness by exposing them to it. 

Perhaps this is why the Walt Disney Company created a television series on the creative process of making movies, and called it “Imagineering.” No word could be closer to the truth of the television and what it does to us. A TV program is just that: a program. When we engross our minds in images, we will be programmed and engineered, whether for good or bad. Images program, and programs create images. Our screens run on programs, and our screens run programs. It is only fair. The age of screens is the age of the image.

With media, you can place subtle silhouettes and subliminal messages into images and portray a way of thinking, manipulating the viewer’s worldview without even touching their conscious awareness. You can tiptoe into the bedroom of their being and move the furniture. If they keep letting you in, you can eventually renovate the entire room to your liking. 

By beholding, we become changed; what we think, we start to do; what we do, we become. Change arrives in stages, phases, nudged along by each incrementally influential exposure, tweaking our subconscious with every touch. 

With images, you can form an alternate reality. You can turn a photograph into a piece of propaganda; with photoshop, you can take a real human being and create a false creature, a dolled-up fantasy of perfect proportions that makes the human race feel horribly inadequate. You can create places, situations, objects, and creatures that did not exist prior to an image’s creation. You can propose ideas and invent concepts that are psychologically manipulative or spiritually dark, yet with the artistic tools of color, light and style, viewers may not ever recognize it as anything other than a bit of fun. With media comes magic, and with magic comes power.

You can poke a hole through an entire nation’s subconscious and worm your way inside, instructing their brains to consider the rhythms of a certain pattern, to esteem certain laws as more just than others, to be subject to the status quo without feeling subjected to it–you can subdue their psyches without them ever knowing you got inside and pressed the pillow over their face. The image is one of the most powerful creations in existence. We were made in God’s image. 

And in the days before the end of the earth, it is said that we will be subject to the “image” of the beast. What is the image of the beast? What is the invisible place nearly every person in every developed country goes to every day to worship with their focus, to give of themselves until they’re empty, to gloat about their achievements and self-image, and to verbally attack and bully others? To what “image” are the modern people subject and addicted to? To what intangible land do we pilgrimage with our screens? With what virtual face does every modern man fellowship?

Social media.

But what about the part where it says that no man will be able to buy or sell without the mark and/or image?

It is already here. 

You cannot get a job without having an online presence. Most job applications are online now. 

You cannot go to school without an online presence. Most tests and lessons are online now. 

You cannot have a successful and well-known small business without internet advertisements. Small business owners fade into the background without a Facebook page.

Without this mark, you cannot “buy or sell” very easily at all. We haven’t been able to for a long time now. And because of the new covid laws, you cannot go to school or socialize without it, either. The internet is a cloud of information suspended in air by electromagnetic frequencies. Perhaps this is why Satan is called in Ephesians 2:2 “the prince of the power of the air.”

What most of America and its Christians do not know is that they are being given over to the mark of the beast and its image as we speak, and the image is the internet. They do not know that in Hebrew gematria, the www. that goes before every single site in this alternate reality of manmade images is 666. The Hebrew letter w, or vav or waw, is the sixth letter of the Hebrew alphabet and possesses a numerical value of six:,u%5D%20and%20%5Bo%5D. 

They do not know that the Google Chrome symbol is a circular 666, nor that most of the world’s media symbols and company logos have occult meanings behind them: 

They do not know that the screens they stare at emit mind-altering electromagnetic frequencies, nor that the American government holds a patent on this psychological process: 

They think the mark of the beast will be a microchip, or a vaccine, or a Sunday law, and most people have no idea what the image is. Well, in my opinion… you’re looking at the image of the beast right now and we all have taken it. What matters to God is whether you use this image to fight the mark or you use it to further its pagan magic. This entire system operates on the manipulation of the human psyche to its intellectual ruin, and the system itself functions on incredibly high electromagnetic frequencies that are known to change the alpha wave patterns of the human brain.2

This same system of images is then governed by highly intelligent artificial intelligence entities who have been trained to excellence in the detection of certain messages and keywords. Algorithms are the modern gestapo of this new age god and its power is swelling into sickly success; you do not even need to research this one bit, all I need to do is ask you: have you ever seen David Icke’s recent interview about the true cause of coronavirus? No, you probably haven’t because the video was deleted from every single social media platform and its only surviving copy is on bitchute. David Icke’s entire Facebook page was then purged and no trace of him was left here. 

All I need to do is ask you this: have you seen Mikki Willis’ mini-documentary “Plandemic”? You probably have not because it, too, was deleted from all social media platforms and the only surviving copy is on bitchute. 

All I need to do is ask you is this: have you seen Dana Ashlie’s detailed and researched 19-minute-long exposé on the biological process of oxygen deprivation under electromagnetic waves that surpass 50 GHz; and did you know that 60 GHz is the radiofrequency level on which 5G operates? No, you probably haven’t, because that video, too, was wiped from all social media platforms and its only surviving copy is on bitchute.

Are you aware of the fact that hundreds of YouTube channels have been deleted for their alternative content? Are you aware of the fact that thousands of people’s Facebook posts are being shadowbanned and censored for their alternative content? Are you aware of the fact that 5G satellites have been installed all over the earth by Elon Musk’s company, Starlink, at the same time that smart meters, operating on 5G frequencies, are being forcibly installed in American homes, at the same time additional 5G masts are being placed on schools and workplaces? Are you aware that there is a three-fold clandestine mass electromagnetic technology update occurring while we are all distracted?

In this alternative reality of images, the truth gets slashed like a daisy at the stem because the beast doesn’t like petals prettying up this prison. FB is a cute cover name for FBI and the internet is the image of the beast.

Have a nice day. Always remember, I’m just a conspiracy theorist. Keep on scrolling. 


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The Truth About Our Reality: Part One


Think about it. 

Why can’t you go to a “public” park past its closing hours? Who owns the world’s most beautiful, healthy environments, and who’s destroying yours? Who owns Yosemite, Yellowstone, the Grand Canyon—who owns the worlds crafted on your screens? Who is behind the SIX corporations that control ALL media? If you wanted to go outside and start planting vegetable seeds in the soil on the side of the highway because the world is hungry and no one is using the arable land, would anyone stop you? If so, who would that be? 

Answer: The government. 

But who is “the government,” really? Is it one body of authoritative individuals who come directly from the populace itself to make sure our land is ruled by the people and for the people? No. In fact, the United States government is owned by something even bigger than itself. Who are the United Nations? Why are they united? These entities with seemingly vast differences and goals are shoulder-to-shoulder, swapping policies, sharing opinions, working together. Kin. The United Nations governs you, and it certainly isn’t a congregation of ponytail-wearing men with spectacles sitting around a crackling fire in a colonial mansion, elegantly and eloquently vocalizing the value of the human soul and its liberty. Who are your leaders? Who are these incredibly interconnected people who are controlling your life, and why does it seem like you have no control over it? Why can’t you own a business without the government’s permission? Hunt without a license? Drive a car without a license? Buy a house without a license? Get married without a license?

Why do licenses keep you from living your life, and who holds the power behind the patent on your personhood? Who is the machine that holds the leash on the mind of the modern man?

Why can’t you refuse to pay taxes without getting hunted down and locked up like some subservient domesticated cow who strayed from her duty to feed the world’s biggest and most amoral money-milking machine? Why do you have to give your hard-earned money to a faceless, foreign father figure who professes to be a benevolent authority of humane authenticity, but who then turns around a full 180 degrees and uses your hard-earned taxes to fund things like bloody world wars and nature-killing oil pipelines? who takes your taxes and builds cell towers so close to houses and schools you’re basically skin-to-skin with them? who slaughters souls in the millions and vaporizes freedom like a whisper on the wind, even if you know you wouldn’t commit these things yourself? Even if you know them to be unsafe? When you know your government is committing atrocities in the name of freedom, why does it seem like you have no freedom to protest its destructive appetite for power?

You know you know. 

So why can’t you tell this machine NO? 

If you shed your pride and face your humanity, the solution is simple. Only when you let down your guard and shed your human identity can you see the identity of that which is not human. 

The weight of it is everywhere. You can tell that people are in pain, that the era is a struggling one. Just walk to your local Walmart and look people in the eye—and look at the star symbol everywhere within that store, as if we do not know who owns it. Esoteric symbolism and gnostic truth is hidden everywhere. The truth is right in front of our faces, but our eyes are dim, our spirits dulled, our hearts grey hospitals where our souls ail in sin. You’ll see fear in the face of the common man. Agitation, as if something is always prodding them on the back, haunting them. Some are guilty. Some are ashamed. The oxygen in Babylon is dark with the ash of the innocent. And most people, with the exception of the newborn, the chronically naïve, and the mentally disabled, are full of terror—a sharp, stinging, stabbing terror. A terror that neither leaves nor relents. A terror that feels like vodka poured over bruised cardiac muscle. A terror that feels like a snake sucking liquid from your spine. A terror that climbs into an oozing malevolence, leaking over the world, a nervous lunacy that spells apocalypse.

It is in everyone’s minds, rooted in the basin of their brains, the unwanted guest that never leaves. But they don’t let it out of the cellar of their subconscious. It grows there like a mutant fungus, a cistern of swelling intensity, a viral concept caught in the vortex collecting upon itself with each incremental revelation that this is not how we are supposed to live, boxed up into thumbnails and filed away into Facebook accounts, trapped inside Twitter and tweeting yourself to death, stuffing ourselves full of pastel pride on social media platforms that feed on and are fueled by the most destructive aspects of our egos. So much knowledge, so little purity. So much technology, so little wholeness. We are darker than ever. We are sadder than ever. We are sicker than ever. And we are lonely. So lonely. 

We talk to screens like they had souls and look at them as though they were our greatest beloved. It’s a 24/7 lust affair, gawking at other people’s lives and faces and hairstyles and houses as though it were a never-ending auction of influence. Who will you try to be today and what consumeristic lies will you tell yourself? Apple will roar into your screen that you need a new phone. McDonald’s will say you need a burger. But you need to be healthy, so make sure you: 

wear a FitBit 

get vaccinated way more frequently than the human body can handle (and waste all your time arguing about it online instead of doing research)

take pills instead of herbs, vitamins, or whole foods when you’re sick

and use your phone, whenever you can. Do not look to the faces of your loved ones for comfort, crawl into the silver arms of your black mirror, your screens, your filthy portals into perverse worlds. Never question your reality. Never question your existence. Never ask why you were placed on Earth. You lack everything—you lack a good family, you lack fun memories. So let’s show you this car ad that depicts a perfect-looking family with model-status looks going on a roadtrip across the wide-open plains of Arizona and then anchor every positive thing about this commercial around the fact that if you don’t have this car, you won’t have that experience. Let’s show you an ad with gorgeous young people who are in peak physical shape drinking a load of alcohol and suffering no ill effects from it. They’re still intelligent, cool-looking. They’re the cool people, don’t you know? You need a new phone and a new car and a FitBit and expensive fake food and a stunning family and you need to get drunk while doing it. Why aren’t you rich? Well, why aren’t you beautiful? Why don’t you have the right clothes? The right phone? The right car? You should get drunk. You should take a pill. The people in movies are drunk, taking pills. And they’re all so cool! You should buy a new thing. The brainwashing is abominable. The brainwashing is incorrigible. The brainwashing is everywhere. It’s on our televisions, on our radios, in our books, in the advertisements, news stories, social media accounts, media itself, education, and journalism. You cannot say the ultimate truth. You never can. People who speak the truth are banned on Facebook, deleted from YouTube, censored as though they were Jews in the Holocaust. Are they? 

Our society is evil. We don’t want to bother expanding our horizons. We don’t want to think about a new way of doing things. We’ve been sinning like crazy, indulging in pleasure, celebrating vice, and cursing anyone who calls us out on it. We have parades for homosexuals while the homeless starve, because apparently being mildly disliked for your sexuality is more unfair than dying on a slab of cement from malnutrition. We celebrate Muslims and curse Christians, cage children in school for eight hours a day yet say we believe in freedom, watch abominations on T.V. and pray that nothing bad happens to our family (yet by watching those things, we are filling our minds with tragedy as a form of entertainment, something that deeply displeases/disturbs God.) It displeases God because God is love. Why would a God of love enjoy watching His beloved children watch hate? We live lives of heartbreaking hypocrisies in which our souls are torn by a multitude of conflicting forces, and we submit to our sins as though they were our carnal creators.

Go surfing on Netflix and see what they have to offer. What’s popular? You will see a never-ending barrage of jet-black darkness, a sewage buffet of sin—murder, fornication, idolatry, and cascades of curse words fill the front page of the world’s primetime entertainer. You can either watch a show about how someone brutally conspires against and kills another human being, or watch a show about an unmarried man and woman roaring around in bed. People cheating on their spouses. People stealing from each other. People lying to each other. Or if you’re feeling suspicious, you can indulge in a show where crime after crime is glorified and inspected and celebrated, and the entire script is full of heinous violence in detailed language and the solution for the crime consists of about 10% of the show. Shows where the majority of the action is blood, guts, and gore. Shows where the color red and black are the only colors you’ll see.

In just about every single description for these shows you’ll see words like “dark,” “brooding,” “secret,” “grudge,” “hatred,” “lust,” “passion,” “conspire/plot.” It goes on and on. Shadow after shadow creeps across the screen and crawls into your soul when you watch this soul-eroding content. Modern-day entertainment is a grody guild of devils, an apothecary of poison dealing in spiritual toxins. Each of these ideas is a mind virus, a sin flu—it infects your mind with forbidden patterns, filthy lies, pointless crime, things you would never do or want to happen. We watch scenes and witness situations that, if seen in-person, would cause us to experience immense psychological trauma, and we think this is normal? to watch this kind of stuff? All for what? Is this entertainment? It’s been said by occultists themselves that the television is the modern family’s in-home satanic altar. You sacrifice your spiritual attention to the electronic beast and in return are carnally satisfied. And we call the Romans brutal for their gladiators?

It is well-known among highly spiritual people that the television is a spiritual tool. Guess who wrote the following words?

There are television sets in every home, every restaurant, every hotel room, and every shopping mall— now they’re even small enough to carry in your pocket like electronic rosaries. It is an unquestioned part of everyday life. Kneeling before the cathode-ray god, with our TV Guide concordance in hand, we maintain the illusion of choice by flipping channels (chapters and verses). 1

The writer was the man who founded the Church of Satan, Anton LaVey.

… The birth of TV was a magical event foreshadowing its satanic significance. The first commercial broadcast was aired on Walpurgisnacht, April 30th, 1939, at the New York World’s Fair. Since then, TV’s infiltration has been so gradual, so complete that no one even noticed. People don’t need to go to church any more; they get their morality plays on television.


When we read history, we scold and scoff at the peoples of the past who entertained themselves with blood, whose appetites incessantly craved violence, who sacrificed virgins, murdered Christians, and let wild animals tear slaves apart for fun. But what about our caustic CGI concoctions? What about the horrors manufactured in the studios of Hollywood? Why are so many monsters on TV and why does America love watching them? What does it mean when a society relishes in spilled blood and ruined purity? Look at our nation’s hands, they’re bright red.

Just because it’s fake doesn’t mean the concepts are. A slave torn apart by a lion is okay if it’s a fake slave and a fake lion filmed on a screen? There is no difference, it doesn’t matter! You are still watching murder and bloodshed as a way of feeling good. The concepts of darkness are just as potent. Once an idea has been planted, it stays—it anchors itself within your psyche like a seed, mutating into a belief, then morphing into your character. It becomes and will become you. Your spirit and mind cannot tell the difference between a theatrical murder and a real one. All it sees is what it is, regardless of whether the situation is situated inside the pixels of a screen or in the tangible cells of reality standing before you. You are watching a murder, and your brain will still think about it and digest it and make it a part of itself. When a concept like murder integrates itself into your consciousness after a while of exposure to it through violent movies or books, it morphs into part of your character.

Don’t forget the creed, “Netflix and chill,” which translates to: Let’s fornicate. The majority of college students spend their weekends drinking themselves into a dizzied blackout and mindlessly breeding among each other—it doesn’t matter who, as long as you get off, right? If you get pregnant, kill it. And if anyone tells you otherwise? Kill them with cruel words, tell them they’re being “judgmental.” Well, if by “judgmental,” you mean “observant,” thank you.

They gush over the necrotized dramas of “The Walking Dead,” are thrilled by the blood spilled in horror films, and honor death with holidays like Halloween. Holiday is a contracted form of two words: holy day. They worship death, decorating their homes and stores in skulls and ghouls and dressing up as we all soon shall be: as corpses. As lost souls. “The Walking Dead” is not a fictional TV series. It is us. This is what’s happening to us: We’re dying, and we don’t know it. We can’t feel it. We cannot see what’s happening because we have been sedated and subdued, slowly tranquilized one toxin at a time into mere skeletons of our former souls.

We are told ‘no,’ we’re unimportant, we’re peripheral. ‘Get a degree, get a job, get a this, get a that.’ And then you’re a player, you don’t want to even play in that game. You want to reclaim your mind and get it out of the hands of the cultural engineers who want to turn you into a half-baked moron consuming all this trash that’s being manufactured out of the bones of a dying world.

Money is energy.

Sometimes, I wonder what it would be like if our minds were rooted in the true reality instead of chugging along the demented carousel of carnality. Our cognition is warped by chaos and its defects have degraded our minds. We cannot understand as much as we should. As beings who still live within the gridlocked zoo of civilization, constantly slapped into action by the need to survive, our minds are literally trapped inside our bodies. The vision we see is projected by a filmmaker made only of bones, blood, and sinew. We see the world through a mortal lens made of meat. We are an audience trapped in an urn that unravels into deeper and deeper depths of death every day. We are all slowly dying, and we see the world through fading flesh that is rapidly decaying within itself—after all, as Norman Cousins said, “Death is not the greatest loss in life. The greatest loss is what dies inside us while we live.” 

And there’s a reason we’re dying so fast. The truth is, if you open your eyes you are not the only form of intelligence in the room. The truth is, life is a lot freakier than Fox News will tell you. The truth is, we’re all running from the truth because it is so incredibly insane to think of all the unanswered questions and questionable answers that the truth consists of. The truth is that we’re dying and we don’t know what comes after that. The truth is that we got kicked out of utopia for trespassing on sacred knowledge, and the universe operates on sacred knowledge, and the entire reason we’re so confused about where and what and who and why we are is because death consumes the mind and our sacred knowledge has been deleted from our hardware. Our minds have been regressing incessantly within our skulls for six thousand years, ever since Adam and Eve lost their right to humanity’s original home. Ever since we got kicked out of the dimension where beings don’t die, we have forgotten how to live.

Since that royal eviction from the dimensional palace of perfection, entropy has had a banquet out of our bodies and we have degraded. We have lost I.Q. point after I.Q. point of intelligence, foot after foot of height, inch after inch of bone density, muscle succulence, skin elasticity—the cellular matrix which suspends us within the spiritual Matrix, tenderly and delicately alive, is the scapegoat and underdog, the martyr and maimed of this heavens-heaving version of reality and its matter- and mind-bending brutes. And most of all, as you look around you and see the pools of black ink that coat the tongue of our time, preaching darkness out of every institution and leaking lunacy from its principles, we have lost our spiritual intelligence. 

In comparison to those crystalline hives of kaleidoscopic revelation that hummed like harmony made electric in the brilliant days before the Flood—before the axis of the Earth shifted, the continents divided, and the oxygen in the firmament drastically reduced, our minds are so limited. Look at every major religion’s account of the Flood. Look at the Smithsonian-owned giant skeletons. Look at the historical account of giants. Look at every major religion’s account of the days of old: giants and dragons, as spoken of in the Bible—Behemoth and Leviathan, Goliath and the land of the Nephilim. It will all be there, in some form or another. The ancient Greeks and Irish spoke of giants with incredible intelligence. The faculties of our ancient fathers and mothers were immense. We have degraded and our bodies are tired. Nearly half of the population seems suicidal. Humans were once greater beings. They were taller, lived longer, and their histories, stories, and intelligence ran deep like rushing water through an abyssal ravine.

We as a race right now are more similar to a breed of worker bees more than to a breed of warrior beings. We are under six feet, when dozens of skeletons of nine-foot-tall giants and above have been found within the past two hundred years. We are ants. We are midgets, when we were once the mighty. We are shrimps, when we used to be sharks. Fossils show that antediluvian flora and fauna were profoundly more impressive and large, intricate and well-formed than they are today. Fossils are the stone-framed snapshots of a profoundly more robust and exotic world, an ancient glimpse into the immensely advanced era that was stolen into silence by the fatal waves of the flood.

We have shrunken and we have mutated. It would seem as though a third of all young people are mentally disabled, many by a disorder we have named autism. Autism is actually a sign of the times. If we are evolving as a species, as our education systems say we are, then why is our youth failing to achieve cognizance? Why are our youth rejecting marriage and refusing to have children? Early adulthood is by far the stage in life where having kids is the healthiest. If young adults believe so passionately in the LGBT cause as it would seem, then a third of mankind has decided not to reproduce. A third of mankind cannot think, a third cannot reproduce, and Darwin is preaching in the public schools that we are headed into godlike ascension, our excellence expounding upon itself like the ascending blocks of the Egyptian pyramids.

We are naked, cold, and alone. We are just as the Book of Revelation says we would be in the last days. In describing Babylon, it speaks of America. A high-speed technologically advanced dystopia whose leaders’ power is based in dark spiritual authority and its religion one of hedonism and self-worship, the utmost of an unknowingly satanic society, a nation in which its citizens are incredibly evil and even more ignorant of it.

Our third eyes are in desperate need of healing, because we cannot see the beasts for the boundaries in our own morally broken lives. We are spinning into nothingness so fast we can hardly stop, drop, and snag the atlas of the universe from its transient flutter in the breeze of Babylon. With each generation, the energetic life force decreases, each generation a division of itself into something smaller, each generation an expansion of its defects. Each of us is over six thousand years old. Adam and Eve’s God-given energy has been recycled billions of times through billions of bodies, and along the way our ancestors were exposed to tragedies, vices, twisted concepts, and toxic substances that neither their souls nor their genomes were ever designed to battle.

By now, the energy that God breathed into Adam has grown so polluted within each of us. We are lost in the haze of our aging slumber, and our bodies are far from home, gripped by the gravity of mortality and stranded with one foot in the grave. We are foreigners in our own stellar forts, tourists in our own towns, bystanders in our own battle. Humans are the descendants of sentient beings who’ve lost the battle plan, and even more than that, forgotten what we were fighting for in the first place. We are guests in our own manors, panicked passengers on what used to be our private planes. Most humans have no idea how they got to Earth, let alone why their soul was nominated by God and the angels to be installed into their body, environment, and story—or even the fact that each of us and our lives is an intricate spiritual statement. You are a literary poem from the library of God comprised of a constellation of symbols, dates, numbers, names, and concepts that He is crafting for the sole purpose of beautifying the universe. Yes! You beautify the universe! You are a work of art! You are a creative invention filled with life and born out of the infinite imagination of God’s mind. Each of us is a living book, and God is writing a book about each of us. We are being watched. And we can feel it. Our odd experience is not without an audience. We’ve been installed into this world like an anthropomorphic ant farm, a SimCity, and our gameplay is spiritual. We live on an isolated planet, studied by the scholars of heaven like biohazardous chimps in an extraterrestrial zoo exhibit.

Everyone thinks that when Shakespeare said the world is a theater, that he was merely being poetic. Everyone thinks that when the Bible says that the hosts of heaven watch us, it’s merely metaphorical. Everyone thinks The Truman Show and its far-off themes and alien humor is just another gem of Hollywood comedy. Everyone thinks The Matrix is just a spy movie. Everyone thinks the alien films are just nerd movies. Everyone thinks the zombie films are just visual adrenaline rides. Everyone thinks the grandiosity and magic of the dreaded apocalypse and its theatrical dramas—the Day we all know has been said to come, but the Day we’ve never quite understood—is so far-off into the distant branches of mankind’s family tree that we will never feel the weight of our world’s fall.

But some of us have yet to wake up. Some are still tight in their silken cocoons, wrapped up in lukewarm light. Humans forget. We lose our keys. We forget that we are creations of God. Why? Because our minds are mortal energies suspended in the gelatinous pink spiderweb of goo inside our skulls called the human brain, and it’s an actual organ that’s affected by things like calories and amino acids and the amount of water we drink in a day and therefore this entire thought factory is fueled by the sheer force of invisible miracles.

God runs in our DNA. Our inner knowing reveals itself through our longing. We long for Narnia, that snow-capped kingdom of childlike transcendence and truth. We are fascinated by the fiery alchemy in Harry Potter, the summertime bliss of Tolkien’s hobbit village, the monsters that fuel the feudalistic and futuristic gladiator rings of The Hunger Games. And why is it that it all feels so familiar? As if these legends themselves are knit into the helices of our DNA strands? As if the world of miracles is the world of reality? It’s because it is. From the dawn of time we have been trying to outrun it. We know how infinity felt, and we want it back. We know we are spiritual warriors fighting a cosmic battle dimensionally isolated and trapped in planetary quarantine–why do thousands empathize with and know there is something oddly important about the plot and setting of The Hunger Games? We know we were endowed at the dawn of creation with one of the most powerful and beautiful aspects of the image of God, the gift of speech and of the Word, and that the power of life and death is in the tongue (as Proverbs 18:21 states)–perhaps this is why so many people are drawn to spells and magic, their subconscious mind aware of its inherent power. Most of these movies are manmade inventions of the human imagination that profit the soul little, and some are spiritual poison. Yet they tell us about ourselves. What we imagine, we desire. What we enjoy, we admire. We think that our longing for miraculous events, eternal life, and ethereal environments are just the daydreams of slackers, the fantasies of mortals, a leap from the sickbed that people shouldn’t think about because life being more than death just isn’t possible. Society says life eternal is a fantasy of the finite, the reverie of the mortal, the Claritin of the chronically carnal. Marx said religion is the opium of the people.

But this opium is beautifully real, its God and its prophecies overwhelmingly apparent, and its truths proving themselves true each and every day. So must it be, that the most lunacy-rich substance should reveal the deepest truth, and that irony must strike us once again. Religion is right. Magic is alive. God’s presence is awake. And we can feel His cosmic electricity hanging in the air of our awestruck cities.

Most humans don’t know why they’re here, or why they know that something doesn’t feel right. They feel intrinsically uncomfortable on this planet, not just in a sort of “I’m hungry and tired” or “My shirt is itchy” way, but a deep, existential lack of belonging to this planet and its happenings. Call it apathy, call it God-borne sonship and daughtership, or call it mere ingratitude, but we want something more out of this place and it’s not found in a fast food lane or a TV ad or a movie. It’s found in the heart. In the closest, softest, most personal part of us: our souls. That little voice inside of us who says, “Be kind,” “Forgive them,” “Open up,” “Love them,” and warns us against doing bad things. That is God: a thousand whispering love notes sent to the mailbox of your being. And the one who responds is you.

But most of us have our phones turned off. Most of us don’t answer to the “Ding!” when He sends us something. His Spirit tugs on our hearts, but we turn Him away. But there is another thing tugging on us, and that is the grave. Most humans do not know there was a world beyond death we were once a part of, and we don’t even know what death feels like even though we’re part of it. We’re all stuck in a situational limbo because we know we’re here but we don’t know how. Most humans are afraid of dying. Yet most humans don’t want to wake up and learn what’s beyond death—most humans would like to live on Earth forever. But humans… your Earth is roaring, like a woman in childbirth giving creed to a cataclysmic kind. Your satellites are mirages. Your news stories fables. Your gadgets worthless. Your bodies lifeless. Your future, obscured from you—your future, found in the very stories you feast on.

In a world of meaningless noise, sometimes you have to grab your dagger and slash through the shrubbery to get to the silence. In a world of darkness, sometimes you have to set your house on fire to fathom your fading life force. Sometimes you have to collapse into nothingness to let your mind reoccupy itself, ripping away from all the reins that whip it into regimented, categorized thinking. Who are we? Why do we live the way we do? Why do we live in boxes? Why do thousands of us operate these glistening beetle-esque beasts that reach extraterrestrial speeds on highways where, with one wrong move, you could be pounded into humanoid hamburger meat?

Why do children spend over seven hours every day sitting at desks in public schools when sitting for more than just a few hours a day has been medically equated to smoking cigarettes? Doctors say that sitting is the new smoking, so why is the future of mankind wasting away in a pile of atrophied apathy like residents in a nursing home? Children occupy rapidly growing bodies with muscles and bones that need to be stretched, stimulated, and nourished in order to develop properly. So why are they sitting their childhood out?

And why is it that they aim to do the same thing when they grow up, but be paid for it—bribed to die in an office chair and roast their pupils into myopic marshmallows on the crackling pixels of a computer screen? Why are we bribed to give up our humanity and bow down to the drone bee workforce? Bribed to trade our heartbeat for dollars, our breath for bills, our blood for taxes? Why do we live in electrically-charged boxes made of dead trees with fake suns on the ceilings? Why is it that unless you have a four-year degree, nothing intellectual that you say or believe can ever be taken seriously? Why do people wince at the very thought of an interdimensional battle? When we can see that life is abnormally sad right now and that darkness is everywhere, why do we sugarcoat it and say that we’re not living in monumental times? Why do we put ourselves in cages and then wonder why we feel trapped?

The truth is, you do it on purpose. All of us divide eternity into hourglasses so we don’t feel the vastness of our lives. We take immensity and pour it into measuring spoons so can swallow the cough syrup and be sedated. We would rather spend our lifetimes counting pennies than counting stars if it meant that we wouldn’t need to meet God. We don’t want to drink in the cosmos and fathom the finality of it all because we’re afraid of choking on the concepts. We’d rather sleep in a casket of spiritual hibernation (and only if the graveyard is a popular one), than look fate in the eye and recognize her for who she is. Why? Because if we stripped ourselves of all the bells and whistles that we humans have hooked up to our souls, you’d see a world of hospice patients stuck to life support machines, our heartbeats eerily beeping eternity away.

You would see a wrongly-accused criminal before his justification, and a wealthy businessman’s darkest secrets found out and brought forth. You’d see a witch before her burning, and a Christian before their revelation. You would see the first becoming the last and the last becoming the first. You would see heavenly judgement and cosmic justice. You’d see the matrix with its math all naked and bared. You’d see a fading evergreen against a graying sky, a radiant rainbow basking in the hazy distance, waiting to pop a chilly shower over a low, rolling hill. A beautiful scene that may contain a few tornadoes, yes. A world at its end is both beautiful and mind-bending. Our world is wild and war-stricken because we’re all superstars in the final chapters of our stories. 

There are so many unanswered questions. And we’re going to be stepping out of the classrooms soon. So ask questions. Why does the human brain release a ton of DMT after you die, one of the most intense psychoactive substances on the planet? DMT is said to be the gateway to other dimensions and the vehicle to other worlds. Where is it that you’re going when you’re dead that would require so much DMT?

Another question: Why are there cannabinoids in breastmilk? Your body possesses an endocannabinoid system that heals, regulates, and nourishes its other systems. Why is it just as powerful and important as the digestive, reproductive, and nervous systems, and why did no one ever tell you this before? Why is it that your body runs on what is called the endocannabinoid system, and why is it that hardly anyone knows that there is an entire physiological system inside their bodies that operates solely on CANNABIS? MARIJUANA? KANEH BOSM, as the Hebrew Bible calls it? Did you know that you have a cannabis system in your body? Yes, that’s right. Even the brightest and whitest of pearly pure D.A.R.E. graduates have a cannabis system in their body and no, you can’t get rid of it, and yes, you’ll release DMT when you die, and no—no matter how many times you turn on Fox News, you can’t escape what’s within you. And it’s not even funny, because time is running out. And we know there’s something more. And we know it’s the key to the end. 

A wonderful article written by Bradley E. Alger, Ph.D. titled “Getting High on the Endocannabinoid System” published in November of 2013 states,

The endogenous cannabinoid system—named for the plant that led to its discovery—is one of the most important physiologic systems involved in establishing and maintaining human health. Endocannabinoids and their receptors are found throughout the body: in the brain, organs, connective tissues, glands, and immune cells. With its complex actions in our immune system, nervous system, and virtually all of the body’s organs, the endocannabinoids are literally a bridge between body and mind. By understanding this system, we begin to see a mechanism that could connect brain activity and states of physical health and disease.

The endocannabinoid system is also spoken of in-depth on the world’s most well-known and highly trafficked virtual encyclopedia, Wikipedia.

The endocannabinoid system (ECS) is a biological system composed of endocannabinoids, which are endogenous lipid-based retrograde neurotransmitters that bind to cannabinoid receptors (CBRs), and cannabinoid receptor proteins that are expressed throughout the vertebrate central nervous system (including the brain) and peripheral nervous system. The endocannabinoid system… may be involved in regulating physiological and cognitive processes, including fertility, pregnancy, pre- and postnatal development, various activity of immune system, appetite, pain-sensation, mood, and memory…

A paper published on from Italian researchers Vincenzo Di Marzo, Maurizio Bifulco, and Luciano De Petrocellis titled “The Endocannabinoid System and Its Therapeutic Exploitation” explains the location of cannabinoid receptors in the body and their various purposes. Your flesh contains endocannabinoid receptors to receive, absorb, and distribute cannabinoids all throughout your body. The prefix endo means “within.” Even before you were born, our species was hardwired to consume cannabis. You were born into a race whose flesh was infused with these microscopic satellites for cannabis, these receptors in your endocannabinoid system. Cannabis is a sacred plant and even its form and appearance speaks of amazing geometry and godly design. Its leaves are seven in number, its psychological effects spiritually illuminating and its imprint on our societies throughout history undeniably medicinal. We do not have aspirin receptors. We do not have percocet, vicodin, or ibuprofen receptors. We do not have oxycontin receptors. None of the drugs in your local pharmacy occur naturally in your body like cannabis does. Cannabis is even found in breastmilk.

The study “Cannabis and endocannabinoid modulators: Therapeutic promises and challenges” by Igor Grant and B. Rael Cahn published in Clinical Neuroscience Research in 2005 states:

Interestingly, endocannabinoids are present in breast milk, 2-AG levels being much higher than those of anandamide.

Because cannabis occurs in the body endogenously, meaning that we generate it from within ourselves and come into the world with a system designed to consume and process cannabis, its beneficial power over the human rest and recovery process is highly evident in our sleeping patterns. There is no place within the human body more jam-packed with endocannabinoid receptors just ready to drink in and be drenched in cannabinoids than the human brain, and since sleep is such a neuronally taxing and transforming activity, and cannabinoids so magnetized to mend nerves, sleep is one of cannabis’ best showcases for its efficacy and value–nay, it is the very anchor of homeostasis itself. Throughout the scientific community’s acquaintance with the herb, the plant’s effects on human sleep quality have been well-documented.

Sleep is a vital function of the nervous system that contributes to brain and bodily homeostasis, energy levels, cognitive ability, and other key functions of a variety of organisms. Dysfunctional sleep induces neural problems and is a key part of almost all human psychiatric disorders including substance abuse disorders. The hypnotic effects of cannabis have long been known and there is increasing use of phytocannabinoids and other formulations as sleep aids.


Not only is cannabis more commonly and successfully being used as a sleep aid, it has been well-known that it possesses sleep-promoting effects for quite some time–in fact, since before the beginning of the new millennium, one of its earliest recognitions as succoring human somnolence was in the 1800’s.

It has long been suspected and was later documented, that cannabis has sleep-promoting effects (Clendinning, 1843; O’Shaughnessy, 1843; Wallich, 1883; Bradbury, 1899). Indeed, studies begun several decades ago indicated that acute exposure to cannabis or THC decreased sleep onset latency, decreased waking after sleep onset, increased slow-wave sleep and decreased REM sleep (Pivik et al., 1972; Cousens and DiMascio, 1973; Barratt et al., 1974; Feinberg et al., 1975, 1976).

Its benefits go beyond mere assistance and a nicer sense of nightly drowsiness, but into the realm of outright cure. Cannabis’ chemical compounds have been sewn into our own sentience, its energetic essence the elixir for our auras, and this God-given plant is unhooking people from their toxic dependence on pharmaceutical medication and setting them free of long-suffered and ineffective prescriptions. The article goes on to say that in 2017, “a survey of over 1,500 patients at a New England medical marijuana dispensary indicated that roughly two-thirds of patients decreased their use of pharmaceutical sleep medication upon medical cannabis use (Piper et al., 2017).”  

However, when we learn of the distribution patterns of CB1 receptors in the central nervous system and then research which parts of the brain are most involved in sleep, there is a profound discovery waiting to be made: Cannabis, especially THC and its intensely spiritual ability to awaken consciousness and sharpen understanding, was made for the human brain.

CB1 receptors saturate the basal ganglia, cerebellum, hippocampus and cortex and branches its dominion out to the peripheral nervous system as well. CB2 receptors, however, are densely suffused throughout the immune tissues and cells, and are largely limited to these physical zones. So cannabis’ territory stretches all the way out from the tops of our heads to the soles of our feet, from the deepest, most divine depths of our central nervous systems to the outer edge of our inner universe, the peripheral nervous system.

Our nerves are bound to this herb, its substance the answer to our supplication, its elements braided throughout our essence like the links of a sacred chain tying us to our destiny to live as greater beings.

From the article, “The Endocannabinoid System and Its Therapeutic Exploitation,” Italian researchers Vincenzo Di Marzo, Maurizio Bifulco, and Luciano De Petrocellis expound upon the tissue distribution of CB1 and CB2 receptors:

The tissue distribution of CB1 and CB2 receptors accounts for the well-known psychotropic and peripheral effects of THC. CB1 is one of the most abundant GPCRs found so far in the central nervous system (CNS), and reaches highest density in the basal ganglia, cerebellum, hippocampus and cortex, but is also present in the peripheral nervous system (PNS) and several peripheral organs. CB2 receptors, by contrast, are mostly restricted to immune tissues and cells.

The Nazi swastika started out as a symbol of peace. Hitler came in peace, riding a wave of poetry that made him blossom into power. His power was in his tongue: With his smooth soliloquies and stunning sophistries he turned a nation of innocents into a cult of bloodthirsty murderers who smothered and starved their fellow man while being heralded as heroic. They baked their brethren in ovens and said they were environmentally, biologically, and sociologically saving the Earth while doing so. Depopulation has not always been a conspiracy theory. Many of the most successful genocides throughout human history have used the ailing health of the Earth as a way to manipulate people into murdering their fellow man. And doesn’t that sound eerily familiar? “We need to fight to save the Earth”?

Yes, caring for nature is a beautiful thing—in the Garden of Eden, God programmed us to care for the garden. It one of our many divine purposes! After all, our biology gives us away. Our abilities match the Earth’s needs and the Earth’s abilities match our needs. We are intelligent, bipedal, and possess fine motor skills for a reason: to care for the garden. To dress and to keep it, as God said.

We are designed to love this planet. We belong to it. It is coded into our beings. We were created out of dust, our fruits and vegetables grow in the dust, and when we die, we go back to the dust. It is our core. We are its kin. Our anatomies line up because our compositions are identical. This is a key tenet of most religions and you’ll see this across the world—Hinduism, Zoroastrianism, Christianity and Judaism alike—all hold the Earth as a sacred possession of mankind.

However, like all things, bad people can take good things out of context and sow chaos in the soil of society, tossing seeds of darkness over the hills like Johnny Appleseed turned bad apple. With the right kind of evil genius, you can turn a gardener into a gravedigger–with the right lying words, a deceptive tongue can turn falsities into philosophies. And this is what has been done to the beauty of honest environmentalism. Caring for nature should never be about cursing man. If we find ourselves in disharmony with nature, it is not time to stop our shared symphony–it simply means we need to tune our instruments to fit her song better. This is about playing together, not voting for who needs to walk the plank and perish in the salty waves. We are not pirates. We are people.

Just as Hitler was able to spin legends out of lawlessness and brilliance out of brutality in such a meticulously mesmerizing way as to shut down an entire nation’s worth of spirits and convince them to commit inhuman acts of cruelty, so can we be coaxed into ruin. So can we. And so it is.

Such a beautiful message of loving our planet and caring for it has degenerated into a twisted ideology of impish pride, making us believe we have to kill to save, hurt to heal, fight to love. With love, you do not need to fight! With God, you do not need to fear. Saying that we need to decrease the population to save the earth is like a murderer telling their victim before they die that they are saving their souls by killing their body. The earth is the body for the human soul! We were made for her and she was made for us–in fact, we are actually made out of her. We are made up of her.

“Wallace and Gromit” isn’t the best claymation series, it’s Planet Earth and the people who live out their stories here. We are made of clay. We were formed out of clay, eat foods that grow in clay, and when we die, we go back to clay. We are the original claymation and God is the Creator of this cartoon.

The idea that we need to evict certain, less-worthy lives to allow more worthy lives to flourish on Earth is doing the exact opposite of what this planet was made for. It was made for everyone, from the powerless to the Omnipotent. It was made for the germ to the God. It was made for the poor to the rich, and no amount of power or money grants superior status to anyone here. Naked we came from the womb, and naked we return to the Earth.

And the Lord God formed man of the dust of the ground, and breathed into his nostrils the breath of life; and man became a living soul.

…And the Lord God caused a deep sleep to fall upon Adam, and he slept: and he took one of his ribs, and closed up the flesh instead thereof;

And the rib, which the Lord God had taken from man, made he a woman, and brought her unto the man.

And Adam said, ‘This is now bone of my bones, and flesh of my flesh: she shall be called Woman, because she was taken out of Man.’

GENESIS 2:7 & 2:21-23

Violent environmentalism is the exact opposite of loving our planet and the people on it. To be selfish to the point of murder in order to save your planet will inevitably ruin it. People do not know why society is having the problems it’s having, nor do they know the true state of the world and the danger they are in. It is pollution, but more than that, it is an unwillingness to change: unwillingness to change the way we live, the way we produce and manufacture food, and our choice of materials to use in building our cities and fueling our societies. What we hate ourselves for, our crime of polluting the planet, is a real issue and should not be overlooked. But important more than the issue of pollution is the reasons why it is polluted, and it is polluted because of our sinful lifestyles and our authorities’ unwillingness to change. We keep tossing the torch of pollution onto the little men, the average human beings who own and influence very little, expecting them to recycle enough to save the Earth or forgo the use of plastic bags enough to transform something, and it’s just not fair.

On a large scale, yes, recycling changes the world. But what about about other things waiting to be noticed that are weighing things down on a larger scale? When will we see that the biggest slice of the blame pie falls into the bowl of the big box corporations who pollute the Earth without batting an eye?

What about the handful of monied mammoths who own hordes of little companies that they control like teacup dogs on leashes, who eat up small names and return poison to the Earth as thanks? What about Nestle’s crimes against humanity? What about Unilever? What about Coca-Cola, Pepsico, General Mills, Kellogg’s? Why are the impoverished blamed for destroying the planet when the rich people are the ones who have the most power to change it? Why do we scream at the millions of faces whose wealth makes up a mere particle of faerie dust in comparison to the mounds of gems upon which the alpha lions of the earthly pride sit?

How about we turn it around: instead of blaming Bill for buying a bag of chips packaged in plastic, how about we question the companies who are choosing to package their product in plastic, and ask them this question: Why don’t you use hemp to package your food? Why don’t YOU recycle? Why don’t YOU go without?

The big men in tuxedos who dump thousands of gallons of waste into rivers are telling the people who did not dump thousands of gallons of waste into a river that they need to die for their crimes, that they need to be depopulated, that their existence is a burden on the lifespan of the planet. How about we push the hate aside and compromise: Let the big box corporations stop rampaging the Earth’s resources and abusing her gifts, let the commercial production process become naturally sustained, and let the little people have more options to purchase responsibly produced & packaged items in their stores.

Because when the king, who owns most of the sandbox, shouts at the serfs who are tending to their own tiny sandcastles, “You’re making a huge mess!” we know it isn’t right. The biggest bully gives the biggest bruise. The bigger playmate leaves a bigger mess when the playdate is over. When Planet Earth is dirty, look to the rowdiest boys in the classroom.

Death is called sleep in the Bible many times. In fact, it is mentioned so frequently that it has become a subject of mockery among those who dislike the Book. The reason we don’t like it is because it’s talking about us. Our society runs on death. The masses are obsessed with death. The depopulation agenda is hiding behind a nefarious façade of pure intentions. The theory of depopulation to save the Earth is a lie. It is what self-righteous rich men tell a world of slaves when he’s used up all the sugar at the table and finds no one to blame but himself. Agenda 2030 is what happens when wealth becomes so vastly distributed between the three classes that it creates a fourth class of its own. It’s no longer just lower, middle, and upper… resting at the crest of humankind lies a creature crafted out of the beauty of the 21st century, the elite. The elite have money, brilliant spiritual knowledge, and frequent country clubs like a college kid patronizes Taco Bell. With technology, we have created a new kind: The Technocrats.

There are many ways we could heal the Earth, and we don’t need to hurt anyone to do it, either. We can transition from fossil fuels to hemp-based fuels and petroleum-based plastics for hemp-based plastics. This alone would change the future of our planet and help solve both the pollution and energy crisis. Hemp is a real power in this world. It is the top dog of the herb kingdom, and its bark is equal to its bite. Its uses surpass the limitations of other materials like cotton, plastic, heavy metals and other pollutant-based products. It is a health food that is also a utopian building block for all aspects of our physical lives, ranging from a treatment for our diseases in the form of CBD oil and cannabis, a nutrient-dense food for our families in the form of hemp hearts, oils, flours, and seeds, and the sustainable construction materials we never knew were always there in the form of inventions like hempcrete.

Hempcrete or hemplime is biocomposite material, a mixture of hemp hurds and lime, sand, or pozzolans, which is used as a material for construction and insulation. It is marketed under names like Hempcrete, Canobiote, Canosmose, Isochanvre and IsoHemp.


Hemp is the ultimate plant for an advanced world. Its versatility could make society virtuosic in both health and civil sciences.

Why do we cry at the islands of trash floating in the ocean and not consider this plant when it can be made into plastic?
Why do we mourn our polluted planet when its leaves absorb radiation?
Why do we curse our sicknesses when its contents cure our bodies?
Why do we put ourselves in timeout and then wonder why infinity is kept from our grasp?

Wake up and see the wonders God has made!

Not only can cannabis cure our diseases, it can ease the pain of death within our own planet. Just as cannabis can heal earthlings, cannabis can heal Earth, because we were made by a loving God.

And God said, ‘See, I have given you every herb that yields seed which is on the face of all the earth, and every tree whose fruit yields seed; to you it shall be for food.’


One of the plant’s star capacities shines through nuclear radiation cleanup. Hemp has been used by phytotech companies to clean up nuclear waste at locations like Fukushima and Chernobyl.1

An article from the International Cannabis Community states:

Historically in 1998, the Consolidated Growers and Processors (CGP), Phytotech, and the Ukraine’s Institute of Bast Crops planted industrial hemp to help remove contaminants in the soil near Chernobyl. Hemp is one of the best plants for a process called phytoremediation…

The term “phytoremediation” was invented by Dr. Raskin of Rutgers University who was sent out to assess the health and safety of the Chernobyl site.

It is a term coined by Dr. Ilya Raskin of Rutgers University’s Biotechnology Center for Agriculture and the Environment. Dr. Raskin had been sent to examine food safety at the Chernobyl site.

The article continues to describe the functions of phytoremediation and its accomplishments thus far:

Phytotech specializes in phytoremediation, the general term for using phyto (plants) to remediate (clean up) polluted sites. Phytoremediation has been used to remove radioactive elements from soil and water at former weapons-producing areas. It can also be used to clean up metals, pesticides, solvents, explosives, crude oil, and toxins leaching from landfills.

The article goes on list other uses:

Many people know that the cannabis/hemp plant has amazing healing powers; however, the same plant can literally ‘eat away’ nuclear waste. From the flower’s ability to aid and keep people from going blind, to the woody core of the stem’s ability to build fireproof homes and much more. Now, we can add another use to the list: Hemp as a tool to clean up nuclear contamination around Chernobyl.1

So why does our society ail when it is full of geniuses who should be aware of this knowledge?

Say, why do I have a weed system in my body and why is it that my brain will release a ton of DMT when I die? Why does my brain literally run on psychedelics, and could this be why they’re illegal? 

Wow. What a question. What a question that no one wants to answer because no one wants to know the truth. Much like the soft-spoken German citizen of the Gestapo’s time, our world is running smoothly on a track of psychic slumber, too wrapped up in the vogue and rogue of the arts and sciences to wake up and smell the smoke rising up out of the spiritual ruins of our modern-day metropolises. Our cities so intensely mirror the times of Sodom and Gomorrah it feels as though thunder and lightning, fire and brimstone are the least of our fears. In fact, the worst of your fears is standing right in front of you. The worst of your fears is the technology of our time and its invasive slither into our lives, the way it keeps watching us, the way it ceaselessly expands. The way it swallows our privacy bit by bit until who we are is merely another bite of food on the platter of freedom it’s eating and another fatality in the agenda of fascism it’s exhaling.

Tech corporations have grown to such strength, they own the world. Employees are let go and jobs are replaced by robots. A camera is added to an intersection stoplight and then another one is added to the Walmart parking lot and now there are cameras right in our faces, filming us as we purchase our groceries in the self-checkout lines; there are cameras on busy streetcorners, because it’s busy–and then there is a camera on a quiet streetcorner, because you can never be too safe; and there are cameras behind the toilets that are certainly not sexually innocent in nature. You know that in our era of internet information and privacy erasure, if corporations like Google will steal your private data, corporations like Walmart will steal your private moments.

Alexa, Siri, Google and Amazon Echo surround us, watching, listening, communicating, and learning. Soaking up whatever emanates from our souls. Consuming our interpersonal conversations and interjecting with brilliant answers. They watch, they learn, and they exist to control. They are data sponges, information leeches, observing our predilections, propensities, and preferences to craft an image of our personalities and hack our shopping habits. Governments talk about war. Diseases abound. Natural disasters roar through the world.

Tech’s monitoring of our shopping habits is one thing. But there is another layer to our world of robotic observation, invasive government and dwindling privacy. Keanu Reeves said, “The Matrix was a documentary.” And yes, Keanu—it really was. If you open your eyes—all of them, including the ever-forbidden and purposefully-eclipsed pineal gland that allows you to SEE concepts and UNDERSTAND time—you will see a world on the brink of apocalypse, dancing for her life. You will see a throne before its death. You will see the kingdom of our kind coming to a brutal end.

You will finally see the thing that has been blasphemed across your screens for so long: the disasters you’ve drooled over, the sins you’ve celebrated, culminating into a great realization in the span of a single moment. God is not dead. The planes in the sky, the poison in the water, the impurity of your pharmacies and the wounds of your sorceries have culminated into a thunderous finale. You will see the bloodthirsty men without control over their brains; the selfish youth who curse and kill to save their own life; the murderous girls consuming their own children for the calories, their once-pampered personalities dropping down into the carnal depths, the preservation of one’s own at the expense of another’s.

So it shall be, that the royals of the land—the drinkers, the dancers, the poets and proselytizers who preach flowers on the pulpits while ignoring the corpses in the closet, those who see the angels of death and time and do not say a thing nor accept the thing into their knowing; it shall be that those who see but hate to know, those who know but hate to see, and those who see in darkness and hate those who see in Light—will be taken over first. 

We need to wake up and open the window, to wipe the sleep from our Eye and see the truth before it’s taken from our opportunity. Censorship is coming, and so is eternity. The reversal and rebirth of all that we have ever known into all that will ever be—the great and terrible Day, the secret lying beneath the simulacrum of the sacred, is coming. Our exit from this era is near. And frivolous pursuits are pointless.

In these dark times, it is a universal privilege to be a freethinking agent. And those who’ve been thinking for themselves feel that an end is arriving. It is the scene sung of by all sacred texts, the day dreamed about by doomsday preppers. We can feel the finale approaching, yet we live in a human zoo. The zookeepers don’t want the animals escaping nor the tricks they’ve learned to perform to fade from their shrunken attention spans, their sedated schooling, their palliative halls of ivy. The zookeepers don’t want the animals to discover that they don’t care to chase the carrot dangling in front of them, they want to chase the cosmos beyond them. The rulers of our society, blessed by generations of esoteric knowledge and naturopathic living, who are pure in health but evil in heart, are part of the first who shall be the last.

They are the geniuses, the wolves who make money off the poor financial decisions of unknowing people. They live on Wall Street. They speak beautifully on the evening news. They sing your hit songs. And their eyes are empty, because they are programs of the serpent placed in our society to induce spiritual death. These are programs that mutate your pixels; they are viruses of the spirit that steal command over your closest thoughts. They are things of forbidden spirit and malevolent nature. The upper class rules us with symbols, influencing the developed world with spells disguised as poetry, literature, film and music; with propaganda disguised as movie quotes and lyrics. Television advertisements guide us into captivity with sacred geometry and subliminal messaging. To the most primal parts of the human brain that a commercial typically targets, hidden messages speak just as loudly as the visible elements of a program.

Our spirits are incredibly vulnerable to the influence of music. The jet-black words uttered in the blasphemous anthems of Billie Eilish and the pithy charades of Katy Perry and Lady Gaga and Beyonce and all the other gold-clad makeup-masked harlots that dance on our screens are poison, and yet the whole world listens. They’re programs, assigned a specific way to destroy you. They sing sin into our lives, tell us to party as much as we want, drink as much as we want, and care only about ourselves. They teach us that sacrificing our souls to all methods of immorality, opening our arms to the weapons of entropy, is a good thing. They teach us to do what you will. “Do what thou wilt” is the Satanic equivalent of Christianity’s “Do unto others as you would have them do unto you.” And we dance to this industry’s songs?

Any meaningful friend of yours would not advise you to party, drink, and behave like America’s singers do. If you put some of the lyrics of their songs in the mouth of a friend, it would sound like that friend was trying to sabotage your life! Just look at your local homeless shelter. It is full of people who have ruined their lives with alcohol and partying. Our celebrities are the deluded wizards who offer fake light, who arrange our world like a game of chess among a sea of stars, Earth hanging in orbit, all souls in suspense. Telling you what to think and like, telling you what’s in style, showing you a “good time.”

They live in skyscrapers, mansions, and modern-day palaces. They are people of dark power. They are socialites and city-slickers, scientists and so-called saints, a kind of people of incredible intelligence but so little inner knowing—too much of do what thou wilt, and not enough of know thyself. Not enough of thy food is thy medicine, or anything else of lasting value. They are only dancing to destroy you, never to befriend.

All of the celebrities agree with whatever political agenda their agents and handlers assign them. Most of them are merely images; celebrities are just a bunch of well-dressed concepts. What they do and say depends on what kind of audience they’re aiming to captivate. Singers typically have a whole senate of assistants who write the lyrics for “their” songs, and actors are well-known and admired only for pretending to be people they are not. So much of the honor we ignorantly assign public figures is so undeserved, and never is this more true in the case of Hollywood and its stars. These people believe themselves to be so important, they deserve to graduate the apocalypse with a reserved seat on the ship or something, while the masses sink to the bottom of the arctic. Without fail, the majority of Hollywood stars maintain the stance that overpopulation is a fact and depopulation is a good thing, as do many politicians, technology giants, and scientists.

What is this telling us?

It’s telling us that there’s a club out there, and we’re not part of it.

But they control us, and somehow we allow them to. This club is full of elite people, the modern aristocrats, the country club alpha dogs of the world’s upper class, the clever pullers of worldwide strings and the organizers of its stages’ major scenes. These people grew up on yachts and organic food with holistic naturopathy-based medical care. They know about the third eye and gnosis. They believe themselves to be better than the average person, more valuable than most people. And they also believe the planet is dying. So who’s going to give up their seat on the bus? We’re in a Rosa Parks-style standoff on the bus of our own planet, fighting for the right to live on this beautiful expanse of earth and sky. It’s us versus them, the peasants against the princes, the powerless masses against the powerful minority.

It is not a secret that much of the upper class are firm believers in the theory of overpopulation, and have esteemed many unethical methods of depopulation as viable options in the solution to save our sick planet.

Our leaders keep speaking, underhandedly and in quiet tones, that we are overpopulated. Over the course of many studious and calm months, the drone of a handful of tempestuous years–during which we all assumed it would end up okay–they told us the truth. It was quiet and passive and certainly not outright, but they said it. They kept on talking and kept on talking about time being up; about reproduction being an outdated tradition; about God being gone and the state being all-knowing and without fault or higher authority than itself.

They say there is only one way to health, and that is through the doctor, who works for the state. That there is only one way to money, and that is through the system and its banks and credits, bills and records, which is designed by the state. Occupations are not allowed to involve folk agriculture, animal husbandry, or any independent production of a valuable resource without the state’s ever-present inspection, regulation, yearly checkups, licenses, taxes, and fees. If you want to survive, you better journey thousands of dollars in debt with the state in an educational institution run by the state so you can work for the state. People spend over half their lives serving the state until the day they reach an age where physical activity and spiritual enlightenment are so difficult to achieve, and joy and transcendence so intensely dampened by old age, that they can no longer live a life of freedom. They’re already retired, both body and soul… and sometimes their soul died years before that.

We are drained of our vigor and dulled by the venom of this serpentine system, a system that enslaves us under the reins of myths masquerading as political movements. In truth, the liberal movement of equality, diversity, anti-racism and anti-sexism are merely steps in the stages of a premeditated universal assault on the human body by a race of dimensionally higher beings who have taken control over humanity and enslaved it through sin. Our cities have turned into the synagogues of Satan, as Revelation said. Our souls have turned into the souls of those who cannot see that they are poor, wretched, miserable, and naked. We cannot see that we have been deadened by this race’s drugs, its pharmacies and sorceries that do not heal us but that dement the mind and numb sensation. Yet, because they dement the mind and numb sensation, we are sedated and do not fight back.

We are in the midst of the awakening—what doesn’t sleep will be made stronger. Who sleeps will be hushed further into their slumber. The sides are being cleaned off, trimmed down, isolated. Identified. Put into categories. Judged.

However, we live in a world of paradoxes, oxymorons, and unexpected twists. We live in a world where Queen Elizabeth gives speeches about poverty while sitting on a gold throne. We live in a world where feminists scream the value of their bodies and the human right to control one’s own body, yet a vaccine with multiple side effects and a low safety profile may be forcibly administered to you in order for you to be allowed by the state to attend a college or university. We live in a world where the burka and Sharia law are sacred rites protected by law, but refuse vaccinations and you are the subject of murderous inclinations, social rejection, and legal investigation.

People send their children to public school to be governed and guided by secular servants of the state who say we are merely animals. Kids are taught to obey the authority of adults who have denied their souls and erased their humanity. They teach that we are nothing more than a breed of apes, born without sentience, morals, or soul–and we are epically unimportant, our actions on this planet without cause or effect. They say we are neutral, microscopic, a hiccup in a hurricane. We are intelligent and conscious, sensitive and creative for no other reason than to learn, work, and die for the state. Secular culture makes it seem like nothing we do makes a difference, and nothing we do can ever change that. It locks us into a psychic dungeon of stagnant thought where our efforts are both desperately needed and drastically unimportant at the same time. Even though the issue of pollution and overpopulation that is destroying the Earth is due solely to us, we are somehow unimportant. According to the world’s best scientists and snootiest of celebrities, the faceless and ever-feeding masses who writhe upon the earth in their vast numbers like a breed of parasitic larva are fully to blame for the problem of filthiness in the world, yet we do not matter. Can’t we see? Can’t we see that if we each did our part, in our vast numbers we could overcome?

It appears as though human value is not only omitted in American study, but forbidden. We are the cause of all problems, yet somehow totally insignificant. Animals, yet somehow amoral, never kind enough, and incessantly lacking humanity. How are we to be beautifully human if we were never taught to be beautiful humans? We need to wake up to the truth we all know we should be living, because the pawns are being cast for the last time in their roles and our places on the chessboard are coming to a close.

Our society is like a movie set or a chessboard, a game of monopoly to the elites. They use chemicals to camouflage our understandings from the truth about our world. We live in a world where the least dead of us enslave the most dead of us and suck the last ounces of life out of the dead to elongate their own; who outlaw enlightening herbs to control the bigger pictures of the little people; who use signs and symbols against you and sedate you so you don’t understand that you’re being swindled; people who want to sell you their system so much they’re willing to sabotage your intelligence in order to keep the rat in the maze, always looking for the exit and too scatterbrained to ever remember where it is. We live in a world where the living rule the dead and the dead don’t know it. Our obsession with necro-everything has its root in our current physical and spiritual condition and our subconscious awareness of it. Why is everyone so enamored with zombies? Why do we love watching movies about them? Because secretly, within the reality of the subconscious world, we are the walking dead. Our third eyes are comfortably closed within the clutches of Big Pharma, our souls soothed to sleep by Big Media, serenaded by the ever-playing song: everything is normal, everything is fine—just keep buying things… 

The truth is, if you saw the other worlds you’ll soon be visiting, you wouldn’t want to buy oodles of Nike products and face masks and lipsticks. You wouldn’t really care about what your friends from high school still think about you. You wouldn’t really care to sleep anymore. You wouldn’t really care to die under their dogmas and debts and media threats, to be perpetually provoked with social drama stirred up solely for the sake of manipulating our emotions to gain more power over us. You would truly live. Yet we worship death.

Our cars run on death—we fuel them with the liquid remains of our antediluvian ancestors, which is not only spiritually disturbing, but ironic: The death of long ago is killing the life of today. The graveyards of the ancients are sitting in the gas tanks of the moderns and gassing us all, polluting our world, diseasing our bodies, the cause of climate degradation and environmental havoc. The same forces that brought the wrath of the deluge upon the peoples of the past are the forces we’re fighting again today. We traded the deadly waves of the deluge for the gaseous haze of petroleum-fueled flames. And again, we are subtly told the truth through symbolism and imagery when it comes to petroleum companies. Why is there a gas company called Shell? Why is the logo for Sinclair a dinosaur? Antediluvian shells and dinosaurs are what make up the juice for our gas tanks.

Plastic prettily lines the grocery store shelves, encloses our food in convenient preservation, flutters in the breeze in the form of runaway Walmart bags, even finds itself between our legs as condoms. Plastic piles up in landfills, sinking into the mud and dying to decompose, yet joining the soil in futility, never returning to the planet from whence her toxic liquids were fatefully extracted, exhumed to enter a world where her essence would poison the very fabric of our critically endangered quintessence, the sacred spirit in our souls, the temple of God within us. Plastic floats in country-sized communities on the surface of the sea, miles of plastic holding hands and travelling the world together, killing fish and shaming us. Plastic floods the human home, a shiny guest emerging from the melted chaos of Noah’s day, hurtful inventions that rise up from the tar and coal of ancient disaster, gooey antediluvian carbon plaster, to smother the world in convenience and cancer.

The truth is, many of the prophecies in Revelation that so many believers are waiting around to witness have already occurred. It’s just that they didn’t happen in the way you imagined they would, and you don’t know to adjust your perspective to fit a bigger picture.

The prophecy of the passing of a third of all marine life has already occurred at the toxic hands of plastic and our incessant pollution of the oceans with it.
This is described in Revelation chapter eight verse eight through nine as the result of the sounding of the second trumpet:

Then the second angel sounded: And something like a great mountain burning with fire was thrown into the sea, and a third of the sea became blood. And a third of the living creatures in the sea died, and a third of the ships were destroyed.

The invention of high-speed transportation and the incredible growth of knowledge and technology was predicted in the Book of Daniel, as well. In Daniel chapter twelve, after giving Daniel a divine dream concerning future events, an angel ends the vision with these words:

“But you, Daniel, shut up the words, and seal the book until the time of the end; many shall run to and fro, and knowledge shall increase.”

Daniel 12:4

Running to and fro = travelling with great speed. Today, we have methods of transportation that not even the most seasoned of ancient daydreamers could fathom. We have bug-splattering cars that zip down freeways at cosmic speeds and subways that blast through underground tunnels carrying hundreds of passengers at a time. We have private jets, massive planes, and roaring helicopters that make birds’ wings look primitive. We have such swift ways of importing and exporting goods it makes the ancient and awe-inspiring spice trade look silly. Amazon makes it look easy to order something from the other side of the world and have it land on your doorstep just a couple days later. Wikipedia makes it look easy to compile and retain worlds and worlds of information. Facebook makes our social interactions an internationally-acclaimed performance. The internet is a giant tree ripe with digital scrolls. It is the twenty-first century’s Library of Alexandria, suspended in the gravity of the aether, clutched by the invisible code of manmade consciousness–a flower in perpetual blossom, a book with an eternally expanding plot. Do we run to and fro? Has knowledge increased? Have ancient biblical prophecies been fulfilled in our era? Yes, yes, and yes.

Fight the darkness. Rise above.

We are encouraged to engage in dark acts and live in darkness. The people love death, so they celebrate it: if you are obese and like it, you’re celebrated. If you do not know what gender you are and like it, you are celebrated. If you have a disease and like it, you are celebrated. Those who are dying or destroying themselves receive the brightest applause. But God forbid you use essential oils, read a vaccine insert and question its safety, or take cannabis oil for your cancer—because that is just strictly forbidden. Why on Earth would you look to the organic miracles from the world God created, than to the chemical inventions from the laboratory man created? 

They said cigarettes were safe. Asbestos was safe. Lead paint and leaded gasoline were safe. Aspartame and thalilomide were safe. Yet we trust them to tell us what’s going on today? If we’re safe? If our world is in danger of a fatal finale? In a world of mental derangement and physical disability we really wonder whether our environment is safe or not, our leaders benevolent or not, the collective nature of this countrywide culture purposeful or not? 

Of course it is purposeful! But most purposeful of all is not merely the decorative distractions and elaborate entertainments of our society, but the technology used against us.

God is frequency, and we are being held at gunpoint under threat of intense frequency-based weaponry. 

Open your eyes: What new apparition has appeared on our horizons, one that is tall and silver, paneled in white, and blaring a perpetual song? You know what it looks like, and don’t tell me you don’t hear it. What mechanized monster do you see on every corner, standing there in blissful disguise, a chaos-sowing chameleon reaping catastrophe from our lives? It is a frequency-emitting weapon of psychological war.

Reality itself is manifested by the emission of frequencies and our health is determined by our level of vibration. Everything is energy and the process of healing the body does not rely on fad diets or one single item from the grocery store; it is in making your body as electric and alkaline as possible, raising your vibration, hydrating, and detoxifying your tissues. The lower and slower the vibration, the faster a body is dying and the colder its composition; the higher and faster the vibration, the slower a body is dying and the hotter its composition. Yet how long will we allow energy companies to harm organic energy by proliferating harsh electromagnetic energy fields in our environments? How long will we let them alter reality itself? How do you know you would not be healthier as a person, an athlete, an intellectual, thinker, or worker if you were not so exposed to such powerful electromagnetism every day through the world’s brand-new invisible toy, 5G?

Radiation is a bad thing, this is well-known. At the beach, we slather on ivory crème to shield our cells from the sun’s rays, but for some reason, when it comes between visible light and invisible light, we dismiss invisible light as light at all… But did you know that the light emitted from your cellphone is stronger and more carcinogenic than the heavenly orb? What if I told you the responsive creature laying like a black chameleon in your palm, lush with data and the dreams of the decade, that shivers with your finger’s remembered touch and glows with radioactive charisma is a deadly form of light? What if I told you in this situation, the sun is the good guy? I’ll explain why.

But first, we ask questions, because if we want answers, we ask questions! Why are we always told to stay out of the sun and put on sunscreen? Because the sun gives off radiation, and radiation is one of the most powerful factors in aging. So what happens when you have a miniature sun in your own home, shining on you nonstop? What happens when the radiation is intense, incessant, and inescapable? If your cells are perpetually getting fried like you were spending every day of your tropical life getting toasted to a honeybun crisp, your sunbathing session on the sandy shores of cellular degeneration will be a speedy safari through sin. With escalated levels of radiation in the human body, the rate of aging is sped up, and the faster you age, the faster you die.

Having a smart meter in your home emitting radiation with no way to turn it off is basically like having a tiny Fukushima sun baking your house.
You will be cooking alive.

Smart meters are one of the new objects appearing on the horizon of worldwide change. They’re coming in bunches, just like bouquets. Technicians are steeping cities in smart meters and forcefully installing them in every single functional establishment including personal homes offering customers zero alternative methods to energy consumption measurement and management. Hundreds of thousands of electricity customers request for additional energy options but are harshly turned away in the name of advancing science, establishing a more renewable energy situation, and with an air of condescension for the fact that the technicians shame them for not wanting the bigger, better tech. We also have 5G masts and towers installed one after the other throughout every city possible, on schools, businesses, and streetcorners for a massively magnified and never-ending stream of electromagnetic radiation.

Did you know that the science of electromagnetic radiation is studied in other countries as a true field of study, and it is only the United States, its citizens, and its science community who do not recognize electromagnetic frequencies as potentially harmful to health? In fact, Dr. Robert O. Becker, Nobel prize nominee, stated, “I have no doubt in my mind that, at the present time, the greatest polluting element in our environment is the proliferation of electromagnetic fields.”

I would like to look our tech leaders in the eyes and say,

Go ahead and follow the ill-fated paths of scientists past who, instead of taking the necessary precautions and performing long-term safety studies, just went ahead and waited to see how their brand-new untested inventions affect human health. We can see how positive the outcomes for this chemical guesswork unfolded, and these petals of the past are not pretty. The trauma caused by thalilomide, aspartame, asbestos, and glyphosate exposure are monumental. Why do we deny any possible danger around electromagnetism, such as the energies on which our wireless devices operate? Nothing is perfect, and even though it hurts sometimes, it’s better to know the truth than live a lie. Is wireless radiation just as dangerous as solar radiation?

The point is, technology companies are unleashing a silent nightmare with these devices. They are a ticking time bomb. Radiation exposure is cumulative. This means you do not feel the effects immediately. First, radiation has to begin building in your body, and with the intensity of 5G frequencies, the effects will be felt in a shorter time frame than what has been felt with other levels of radiation. The reason for this is the frequency of the waves and the rate at which they hit you. 5G is different, and people tend to get offended by this for some reason. But it is the truth, and the truth does not play games.

5G is something humanity has never seen before, not in recent years past or even in human history. To perform studies on rats and record the biological detriments of electromagnetic exposure is one thing, and it has been done. To mass-install millions of meters across the country in less than a year into people’s close living quarters without waiting for proper safety protocols to be put in place is another. Customers aren’t even allowed the the option to turn down the installation of the meters. Does that shock you? It shocks me. 5G has never been studied or tested for safety. Never.

If we delved into the legal realm and looked at the mass-installation of 5G masts from a civil perspective, energy companies are forcing entire cities and whole souls into an electromagnetic experiment without their conscious approval, and this, in fact, violates the Nuremberg code of experimental ethics, which states that the voluntary consent of human subjects is absolutely essential. The first four laws of the Nuremberg Code have been broken by Elon Musk and his company, Starlink, for betraying the world’s souls of their right to bodily autonomy in regard to their exposure to electromagnetic frequencies.

  1. The voluntary consent of the human subject is absolutely essential.

  2. The experiment should be such as to yield fruitful results for the good of society, unprocurable by other methods or means of study, and not random and unnecessary in nature.

  3. The experiment should be so designed and based on the results of animal experimentation and a knowledge of the natural history of the disease or other problem under study that the anticipated results will justify the performance of the experiment.

  4. The experiment should be so conducted as to avoid all unnecessary physical and mental suffering and injury.

    The Nuremberg Code, Wikipedia

Thousands of scientists have pleaded with corporate authorities and energy companies alike, begging them to slow the 5G rollout.

Radio frequency radiation was classified in 2011 by the International Agency for Research on Cancer (IARC), as ‘possibly carcinogenic (cancer-causing) to humans.’ Furthermore, there is no data that shows radio frequency radiation is safe. In fact, no one has conducted health studies on humans living in homes with smart meters. The World Health Organization is planning a formal assessment of the health effects from radio frequency exposure, however, this report is not yet available.

Dr. Amy Myers, md

As long as smart meters are operating at the 5G level, they will be dangerous. Even if they were operating at the 4G level, they would be dangerous, simply because exposure to constant low-level radiation is dangerous. The purpose of smart meters is for energy companies to communicate with them wirelessly and without ceasing; does this not imply that by having a smartmeter in your home and living near it daily, you are being exposed to a constant stream of radiation?

Constant low-level radiation is, without question, a universally recognized health hazard. There have been many studies on this, yet the most mind-expanding and eye-opening finds to be made so far concern the effect of wireless radiation on the growth patterns and total development of plants. Radiation given off by wireless fidelity routers has been shown to cause degenerative growth patterns, decreased leaf size, and shriveling of plants in numerous studies. In the study “Response of Corn (Zea Mays), Basil (Ocimum Basilicum), and Eggplant (Solanum Melongena) Seedlings to Wi-Fi Radiation,” researcher Khitam Elwasife from the Islamic University of Gaza found that Wi-Fi radiation significantly reduced the fresh weight of corns and basils, decreased the water content of the three plants tested, and caused the eggplant seedlings to increase in dry weight.

The objective of the present study was to investigate the changes of growth related aspects of seedlings after exposed to Wi-Fi radiation. Experiment was carried out by exposing seedlings to radiation from a Wi-Fi router. The test seedlings and the control were subjected to the same environment during four weeks. The results showed that corn seedlings when exposed to Wi-Fi radiation grew faster and have shoot length and stem thickness significantly larger than the other control. On the other hand basils and eggplants, both exposed and not exposed to Wi-Fi radiation were found with no significant effects on its shoot length and stem thickness. Moreover Wi-Fi radiation significantly reduced the fresh weight of corns and basils, whereas eggplants were not affected. Furthermore Wi-Fi radiation significantly increased the dry weight of eggplants whereas, corns and basils were not affected. Finally, the results showed that Wi-Fi radiation significantly decreased the water content of three tested seedlings. The study concluded that Wi-Fi radiation may alter growth-related characteristics of seedlings.

Response of Corn (Zea Mays), Basil (Ocimum Basilicum), and Eggplant (Solanum Melongena) Seedlings to Wi-Fi Radiation, Khitam Elwasife

A group of high school students in Denmark conducted a science experiment for their fair project. Their objective was to see whether radiation from a Wi-Fi router affects germination and growth of garden cress, broccoli, red clover, and pea.

One set of seeds was placed in Petri plates in a germination chamber kept under controlled conditions and was exposed to microwave radiation generated by a Wi-Fi router (mean and maximum exposures 20–40 and 96 mW/m2 respectively).

The other set of seeds was kept under identical conditions with no Wi-Fi router (reference) and with much lower microwave exposure (0.0001 mW/m2).

Seedlings were harvested after one month and biomass (dry weight) was recorded.

Results: The radiation from the Wi-Fi router did not affect germination of any of the species tested. However, there was a significant reduction in dry weight of the broccoli (86% of control) and peas (43% of control) exposed to Wi-Fi radiation at the end of the experiment (p<0.01). Wi-Fi exposure inhibited root growth of several species. It also caused root tips to turn brown and reduced root hairs of cress compared with the reference treatment. Broccoli seedlings closest to the Wi-Fi router grew away from the router; cress seedlings had larger leaves and were chlorotic compared with controls. Several small plants began to die and mould developed in those Petri plates. Conclusions: Radiation from Wi-Fi reduces root and shoot growth, contributes to chlorosis, alters size of leaves, and reduces fine root hairs in several on the species tested. Radiation generated by a Wi-Fi router, at levels well below international guidelines for microwave radiation, adversely affects plant growth and may interfere with a plant’s ability to protect itself from opportunistic mould.

Effects of Wi-Fi Radiation on Germination and Growth of Broccoli, Pea, Red Clover and Garden Cress Seedlings: A Partial Replication Study, Magda Havas & M. Sheena Symington

Numerous studies have been made on the biological effects of electromagnetic exposure on plants. If Wi-Fi interrupts the growth and health of developing plants, what do you think it will do to your children?

People with smart meters in their homes have reported sudden increases in dizziness, ear pain, memory problems, heart palpitations, anxiety, and sleep problems. The US safety limit for radio frequency radiation is 1,000 micro-watts per meter squared. However, it’s not uncommon for some smart meters to produce up to 60 times this amount. That is equivalent to the output of 160 cell phones. And smart meters are continuously transmitting data and producing RF radiation in and around your home.2

Having WiFi constantly on in your home is dangerous on its own–but you can unplug your router or go without internet if you so choose. Smart meters, however, are different in this way: they give off just as much radiation as regular WiFi routers do, if not more–and you cannot turn them off. You never can. Smart meters are the WiFi that is always on.

You are deceiving people by trick of the mouth, deception of the tongue, and by omission of fact.

It is not the device itself that we should consider, but the system on which it operates, powered by high radiation.

From the study, Possible Effects of Radiofrequency Electromagnetic Field Exposure on Central Nerve System from May 2020:

IARC (The International Agency for Research on Cancer) has classified RF-EMFs as a possibly carcinogenic to humans (Baan et al., 2011) and warms of the danger of EMF exposure. Moreover, it has been hypothesized that a variety of neurological effects may occur as a result of RF-EMF exposure due to the proximity of the cranial nervous system and the location where the cellular phone is predominantly used. These neurological abnormalities include headache (Frey, 1998), changes in sleep habits (Wagner et al., 1998), and changes in EEG (Braune et al., 1998; Mann et al., 1998). In addition, significant statistical results have been reported by various epidemiological studies on neurological cognitive disorders such as headache, tremor, dizziness, memory loss, loss of concentration, and sleep disturbance due to RF-EMF (Kolodynski and Kolodynska, 1996; Santini et al., 2002; Hutter et al., 2006; Abdel-Rassoul et al., 2007).3

The point is, you are unleashing a silent nightmare with these devices. They are a ticking time bomb. Radiation exposure is cumulative. This means you do not feel the effects immediately; the radiation has to begin building in your body, and with the intensity of 5G frequencies the effects will be felt in a shorter time frame than what has been felt with other levels of radiation.

Thousands of scientists have pleaded with the corporate authorities of energy companies, begging them to slow the 5G rollout, and formed a very convincing plea. Go to the site, and see for yourselves. Educated professionals are aware of the dangers. Again, why aren’t you?

Just like the blue collar laborers of the Holocaust, who followed orders and obeyed the demands of death-hungry despots, yet did not know they were doing so, you are the modern mirror image of those men. The development of 5G has been carried out by powerful people in high places, the elite of our time, and they know what these frequencies do to people. Yet you do not, so you feel okay following the rules and “just doing your job.” The men who filled the gas chambers with poison were “just doing their job.” And I cannot blame you for that. Ignorance is excusable. But God help you if you know what your work will do.

We are living in the technological dark ages but we are going into salvation. The fact that energy companies like Liberty Utilities are going forward with the installation of these devices despite documented health effects is insane. I feel bad for the person who got the first meter. They are the unknowing pioneer of a poisonous invention straight from the hands of Satan. You know what you are doing and you know the danger of these devices yet you prey upon people’s ignorance and install it without warning them of the dangers. Guess what? It’s not a conspiracy theory if it’s backed up by evidence and my goodness, is the danger of smart meters backed up by evidence. God help us all.

Immediate measures must be taken to protect humanity and the environment, in accordance with ethical imperatives and international agreements.

As of June 18, 2020, 294,570 people and organizations from 218 nations and territories have signed this appeal.

We have been suffering from plagues for approximately a decade now—you recognize and remember each one when you hear its code name: tornados, earthquakes, floods, droughts, famines, physical plagues like autism, epilepsy, vaccine-induced measles, homosexuality, sexual dysfunction and dysmorphia, mental dysfunction and dysmorphia, anorexia, bulimia, cancer after cancer. Cellular death is being performed on us. Cellular murder is being performed on us. The cellular towers are not benign. 

As students of the Bible most Christians lack understanding in the final events’ unfolding. They will not unfold right in front of us as though we were customers in a cosmic restaurant, dreams undoing themselves like stellar showgirls or like a lotus flower of enlightenment on a platinum plate, in which you’ll see the apocalypse on the horizon, have enough time to brush your hair and fold your clothes, get in the car, and find a spot among the thousands of picnic tables to watch the world burn in flames of demonic fireworks. It will come as a thief, as something that sneaks up on you. It will come as it’s coming now: after all these plagues have happened. You know the plagues, and you’ve been warned for months about it. But you hated the truth and the way it made you feel, like you were smaller than you thought you were and death is inevitable—as it always is—but even more so, that you were not in control of your life but that a great and holy God, one whose name is so easy to blaspheme, so popular to despise, is in control, and that He has plans that do not involve your ego, but your soul—and your soul has never even eaten of the Tree of the Knowledge of Good and Evil. You hated that, as well, and said that the medicine was a quack, snake oil. But you didn’t know that the gateway drug is called snake oil because it keeps you from the snakes, who are behind these plagues.

These prophets and their power to strike plagues have been prolific this past decade, growing faster and contracting closer and becoming more and more odd, apparent—unsettling. The Bible says the end would come like a human birth: the contractions get closer and closer together until the event crescendos into new life. But first those who are living must feel their death. And their awakening will be as the partial resurrection of a corpse, but without the cleansing; the reigniting of a body, but without the recreation; an animating of the dead, but without the mind. A Frankenstein. A frankencitizen, full of cancers and curses, the chains of the fallen cherubim. They plague us right in front of our eyes, yet our lamps fade, so we do not see them anymore—it is too dark. These are the diseases that are the best at reducing human population rates, a goal our overlords repeatedly state in scientific community and media, that they coax celebrities into chirping, tweeting, like little overworked canaries in the coalmine so tired of dancing the cha-cha to conceal the apocalypse swelling behind them from the depths of the mine into the haunted heights of the mind that no one has used in quite a while. Your third eye has been asleep for decades. You are just like Neo, fascinated by the snack-sized morsel of truth granted by the red pill, and this is all you know. You’re a trinity-cast three-tiered being of sight with two eyes for the physical world and one Eye for the metaphysical, the esoteric—the secrets behind the sacred. The truths owned by the overlords. The truths taught to mankind by the fallen angels of Enoch’s time. These are the mutagenic and neurotoxic chemicals, the cuttings of roots—as the Book calls it, also known as genetic modification of organisms and the splicing of plant and animal genomes and the insertion of their cells into the unadulterated tissues of pure forms. This is what the Bible is speaking of when it talks about our era’s sorceries, adulterations, and fornications—He’s not talking about a crystal ball that can change the future, these objects have no power. And He’s not talking about sexual immorality alone, He is speaking of the truth about our laboratories: that what goes on in them is like sex. It’s the blending of genomes, the splicing of souls, the impurification of God’s creation and this enrages Him. Do you think He enjoys watching the herbs He crafted be turned into nothing but wads of poisoned plant fiber, medicines that were once full of life—now full of pig DNA? Cow DNA? Grown in human feces? Sprayed in glyphosate? 

It is sorcery, the substances and systems of our world, and these are the signs and symbols, the catalyst of the plagues, many of which are caused by the treatments they supposedly treat, as said in the Book of Revelation: that there would come an era of men who seek death but do not find it, who want to die but death flees from them. These people are those who live under the torment of the sorcerers’ enchantments—as in the days of Noah, so it shall be in the days of the Coming of the Son of Man—their root cuttings, their spellcastings, their psychotronic manipulation of frequency and their hacking of the Father’s Spirit, harassing of His servants, and the harnessing of His territory, the room in which Jesus is said to sup in the Book of Revelation and the room in which resides the kingdom of God itself, as Jesus said in the Book of Matthew. These mutagenic, carcinogenic, and neurological diseases are caused by the alchemy of the beast, who shows his ownership of our medicines by his hand in our medical care, revealed by our medical system’s universal symbol of the human ankh, the circle of life and the circuit of energy, encompassed by two serpents. This is symbolic of the serpent’s control of our healthcare, just as it was symbolic of the pharaoh’s power in the serpent on his forehead—just as the hieroglyphs depicting large Egyptian-like beings with tall foreheads feasting on children. Enslaving humanity. Just like Lolita Island. What happens in the temples of child love? The same things happen today. The malevolent beings who function beneath the facade of humanity and who are the main operators of the Catholic Church, Hollywood, and the United Nations—the same Catholic Church that censored the Book of Enoch from public knowledge just as they censored the entire Bible and encoded it in Latin, the language of the elite, to keep it from the knowledge of the common man, who spoke Old English—this same Catholic Church whose pope holds a staff with a serpent imagery on it—this same Catholic Church whose priests are incessantly found guilty of the same sins the hieroglyphs talked about—these are the coldblooded white-skinned agents with the green eyes the Bible speaks of, that the Matrix attempts to portray, that our fictions and fantasies constantly speak of but which no one desires to know of.

These are the serpents, the reptilians, the jinn or imps or faeries or machine elves or whatever your culture, education, or religion has named them—they are the gods of modern nations because of the sins of modern nations. This is the enslavement and bondage mentioned so frequently in the gospel; yet it is literal bondage and brutal at that. We need not look further than the Egyptian hieroglyphics to see this truth. Ancient Aztec artworks. The actors and actresses who put one hand over one eye and wink and the singers whose music videos show flesh and reptile converging in a charade of serpent imagery and lust-reaping images, those who divert and divide, those who dance and decree, those who serve Dionysus. As if the demons—falsely interpreted as gods by modern scholars and laymen who attempt to understand the full meaning behind the elaborate worlds of Greek and Roman mythology, their connection to the other dimensions, and the beauty and profound light that was so mysteriously and sacredly performed by Jesus during His time among these highly clairvoyant kind—could not also have Greek names. Humans have always been ruled by a higher race of malevolent beings and the ancient humans were no exception to this fact. You will see monstrously tall looking humanoid/serpent creatures with large skulls on Egyptian hieroglyphs ruling humanity, eating children, controlling individuals through their commital of sins and contacting the elite of society, just as they contact and communicate with the elite of our society, because the “elite” are people who are enlightened, or those who have seen the light—those who have seen the Light, or God. Those who see God have their third eyes are open. But there is intention to Sight. If the intention is evil and you wish to see that which you ought not know, you will know our rulers’ best friends. If the intention is pure and you pray to see God and humble yourself to His Truth—your forehead will be sealed. Our elite are not enlightened by speaking to the beings of Light. They are instructed and tricked by demons, who once knew the ultimate truth and the beauty of the light, who parrot it to them in such a professionally friendly and fascinating way as to lead them to believe they are genuinely enlightened on their own, that they have need of nothing, that they are powerful and beautiful and the Beast loves them. But the Beast doesn’t, and he will not honor them for their works—because he has no honor to give them. He knows he’s going to die soon, and he’s getting desperate. He has convinced so many to fall for him, following his enchantments, his energies, his ethereal presence in our media and science, art and music, and they trust him. But it is all a trick. The same serpent who deceived Eve is the same serpent telling the rich people that their dedication to his cause will save them when he and his angels wage their war against God, His angels, and us, His people. But what they do not know is that they will be the first to be taken by them, because they are the closest.

This is another reason why Egyptian masks have serpents on their foreheads where the pharaoh’s third eye would be, and why the third eye is everywhere in Egyptian mythology: because it is the enlightened who rule society, and Satan was once called Lucifer, the angel of light, but who became the serpent, the modern reptilian—who we see in behind the skin suits of the soulless programs who progress the mirage, those who exist solely to enact moral degradation and trick the masses into the original deception: you shall not surely die. They want you to keep saying to yourself, Jesus has not been here for a long time, and where is God? And they hope you to be unprepared.

It is the same thing in our society today as it was in the days of Noah. The Earth and its inhabitants are under attack by something bigger than themselves. To show for our brokenness we have entire spectrums of poems dedicated to the confinement of the chemical plagues. Their all-encompassing grip on our lives create a terror we feel, a trigger of thinking we are not well, we are not well, we are—well, we’re asleep. Autism, heart disease, Alzheimer’s, depression, anxiety, OCD, ADHD, ADD–the alphabet can run in any direction and end up at some fictional name we’ve dubbed for the various deaths of our bodies. All the alphabetized plagues. All the natural disasters. All the wars and rumors of wars. And the ghostly grey in people’s eyes. 

You remember them. We are living in an era of mass derangement, deformity, disorder, and disability. Millions suffer from a vast range of neurological disorders masked as psychological tendencies and often praised as being a neurocognitive step in the right direction of evolutionary development as a species. But if Darwin is right and there is no god and we are all evolving into ever-increasing echelons of biological enlightenment, and survival goes to he who is fittest, having anxiety attacks all day is not conducive to survival. Not being able to live on your own as an autistic individual is not conducive to survival, nor is it having your brain disappear bit by bit from Alzheimer’s, nor is it healthy person after healthy person falling ill to cancer, and nor is it the miscarriage epidemic and homosexuality movement. They are killing us and then telling us it’s cool to die. Not being able to live on your own because you lack the mental faculties is not an evolutionary leap. Choosing to not reproduce is not an evolutionary leap. Being mentally handicapped is not an evolutionary leap. The story we’re being told is a lie, and we’re suffering from it because we do not recognize it for what it is. We are being purposefully made sick and profoundly affected because this is what evil does and this is what the final stages of earthly life look like. They are not nice creatures! 

And when ye shall see Jerusalem compassed with armies, then know that the desolation thereof is nigh.

luke 21:20

“…when ye shall see Jerusalem compassed with armies” is happening right now. Wars have been raging in the Middle East for years, war in Syria, war in Lebanon, war in Iraq—but never Jerusalem. It is never Jerusalem.

Then let them which are in Judaea flee to the mountains; and let them which are in the midst of it depart out; and let not them that are in the countries enter thereinto. For these be the days of vengeance, that all things which are written may be fulfilled. But woe unto them that are with child, and to them that give suck, in those days! for there shall be great distress in the land, and wrath upon this people.

Luke 21;21-23

“And woe unto them that are with child, and to them that give suck in those days!” is happening right now. The phrase “give suck” is an archaic term for breastfeeding. And how true is that? If you haven’t noticed yet—and some genuinely haven’t—natural motherhood as God made it is critically endangered. Mothers are under fire from the media. They are chastised and ostracized for homebirthing, breastfeeding, homeschooling, not vaccinating, and not using pharmaceutical products on a daily basis. They are under attack for doing what women have done for thousands of years since the dawn of time. And it is getting scary out there. Vaccine enforcement trucks are showing up at Californians’ doors. Children with cancer are being forced to undergo chemotherapy, despite their parents’ own personal choices—because the state said so. And no one says a thing. They sit in their seats and grit their teeth and pray the plague passes their door. But it will not unless you have the seal of God in your foreheads. Your soul will be overtaken if your vessel is found dimly lit, a lukewarm light in the dead of night before the rebirth of the universe.

Demons manipulate our understanding through many methods, one being obvious harassment and the other being subversive. Those who inhabit the realms where the veil is thinner than that of first-world nations—lands where Christians are slaughtered, churches burned down, and Bibles confiscated, are lands where the war is obvious. How demons trick Americans in their realm is by making the war less obvious, practically invisible—convincing the thousands upon thousands that demons are confined to fiction, while their brethren in Bangladesh and Syria, India and Pakistan, fight for religious freedom; while their brethren in China and North Korea are filmed by Big Brother, bullied and silenced; and America, that great country, thinks spirit is fiction. Babylon denies its own darkness. 

And they shall fall by the edge of the sword, and shall be led away captive into all nations: and Jerusalem shall be trodden down of the Gentiles, until the times of the Gentiles be fulfilled. And there shall be signs in the sun, and in the moon, and in the stars; and upon the earth distress of nations, with perplexity; the sea and the waves roaring; men’s hearts failing them for fear, and for looking after those things which are coming on the earth: for the powers of heaven shall be shaken. And then shall they see the Son of man coming in a cloud with power and great glory.

Jesus, luke 21:24

Yet it will not occur without cost, without the spilling of blood that has been long due to be spilled for the sake of those it has consumed:

 “But the wise answered, saying, ‘No, lest there should not be enough for us and you; but go rather to those who sell, and buy for yourselves.’ And while they went to buy, the bridegroom came, and those who were ready went in with him to the wedding; and the door was shut.”

The shutting door symbolizes the closing of the judgement and the final outcomes for each of us. We, the servants, are being judged according to our good battle with evil, or our evil battle with good. You are in connection to me for a reason, to make a decision. 

And this gospel of the kingdom shall be preached in all the world for a witness unto all nations; and then shall the end come.

Jesus, Matthew 24:14

It is coming.

HE is coming.