When you stand in the trenches as the bullets fly overhead, it is easy to look down at your boots ankle-deep in mud and think, “It’s over. We’re done.”
I know this may seem like a melodramatic metaphor to many. After all, we’re still the most prosperous nation in history and the world today, able to fill our carts at Costco, stream 24/7 entertainment to our homes, and live long relatively healthy lives.
But we are not what we were. We are not what we are meant to be. As a nation, as a people, as a church. As a species. In fact, one could argue that 2020 marked the worst global terrorist event of human history. A spike protein referred to in terrorist propaganda as “coronavirus” was unleashed as a biological weapon and used to imprison the entire human population in their homes.
Now being injected voluntarily into at least half that same population.
If you need info on why I’m calling the spike protein a biological weapon, leave a note in the comments or send me a message. I’ll work on a post to explain.
David Icke claims that the science fiction writers who wrote our current reality knew what was coming, not due to creative prescience, but because they travelled in the inner circle. They knew what was coming because they were in the rooms where the future – our present – was being discussed.
I used to love science fiction. I absorbed all of it, as many of us did. The vision of the future that is now coming true: dehumanized, global, governed by AI, androgynous. Hopeless.
There is no room for God in science fiction. He doesn’t exist. Jesus can’t save you in the Matrix; only Keanu can. The Holy Ghost is not Captain Kirk’s guide; he prays to “computer.”
This is because if you believe in God you can’t believe that man can create technology that will become more powerful than God. In order to break the human spirit, in order to win, a transhumanist agenda must be founded on the assumption man is alone. Data replaces the soul and AI replaces Spirit.
We are not alone.
We cannot beat God.
We cannot crack a code we didn’t write.
We cannot write the future.
We can only pretend to, like children playing with fireworks. And he will let us. He will let Portland burn until it is time to cleanse it with holy fire. He will let people inject themselves until they fall on their knees in repentance. He will let patriots swagger and prepare until we realize only he can save us from what is to come.
He will win.
And all we can do is believe.
Are not two sparrows sold for a penny? Yet not one of them will fall to the ground outside your Father’s care. And even the very hairs of your head are all numbered. So don’t be afraid; you are worth more than many sparrows.Matthew 10