There are no monkeys on anyone's backs now. It's concrete. Heavy concrete blocks that are weighing each of us Truth tellers down.
Because what is happening right now in this country and in most parts of the world is a heavy and horrific burden to bear.
Today as I sat by the North Saskatchewan river feeling the sun against my skin, my mind welcomed the brief recess I'd given towards consuming news articles, videos and podcasts on my phone.
My thoughts wandered and turned to thinking about the precipice that humanity as found itself upon.
We are living in dangerous times. All institutions of value and influence has been compromised, captured or otherwise taken out of commission.
Social media is an unreliable source of news, censorship abounds, Steve Bannon was found guilty of contempt towards congress for his refusal to become a political pawn.
And yet, he has become one. Two years in jail is the maximum sentence with sentencing scheduled to happen in October.
Tamara Lich continues to languish in jail. Yet oddly enough, Artur Pavlovsky the Canadian preacher who went viral for yelling at the "gestapo" (Alberta Health Services) to leave church services that they have intruded upon.
And the people who were escorted into the capital building on Jan 6th are still in jail a year and a half later.
It has become beyond obvious at this point. Corruption in government, in health care, in media and corporations has reached levels that appear to be beyond repair.
Humanity is being forced against it's will into a new paradigm. One where we will be eating bugs and will no longer be happy.
Because at that point, all freedom is lost. We will be tracked from birth to death with everything known about us. What we eat. What our preferences are. What type of media we consume, what we think.
And...
It is very hard for me to find a silver lining in any of all this. A glimmer of hope. A chance to reverse all this damage and restore trust and faith in our institutions.
When human rights activists around the world turn a blind eye to the forced inoculation of billions of people on the planet, you know that society has given up its backbone and freedom will be a word that our children will have difficulty in imagining the meaning and experience of.
From birth to death.
A part of me is wanting to say, "well, quite a pickle we got ourselves into" in a way that keeps the door open for some recourse or lesson to be learned before society returns to normal.
It does not look like society will be returning to normal anytime soon.
We are being pushed towards the technocratic new world order where a small handful of individuals hold the keys to what we can and cannot do on this planet.
It seems, as I sat by the river looking out into the distance, that there will no longer be a point to living if we are not free to go about our lives unimpeded. We will have become slaves to a system that was meant to serve us and is now working to enrich the psychopaths who have installed themselves into the highest seats of power.
The less than 1% controlling 99% of the rest of us.
Whitesnake "Here I Go Again" is playing on my headphones as I write this. I have not listened to music for any meaningful length of time in the past couple of months. If not longer.
I am being reminded of days past that are no longer with us and unlikely to emerge again. For who knows how long.
Until humanity finds reason to be optimistic again, I suppose. Until we are free.
Stargate the movie spoke of aliens and their technology having enslaved us thousands of years ago. Eventually at the end, humanity pulls together and with the help of James Wood and Kurt Russell, finds their freedom restored.
Is this real life? Or is it a fantasy?
We're caught in a landslide going down to the bottom of the mud pit.
And it will not be easy to extricate ourselves from this mess.
What's worse, it seems at least half the population is asleep to all that is going on and the ramifications of such evil being allowed free reign.
But... it almost seems like they deserve such a fate for not being able to exercise discernment.
9/11 was the wake-up call. The test to see just how oblivious people are and how effective propaganda can be in presenting a false narrative that many shrug their shoulders and end up accepting.
That collective shrug of shoulders is what got us here.
My heart and soul has finished weeping for their fate. There is not much anyone can do to help the sleepers awaken to what is going on. It has been over two years and each day something new is reported on that further closes the walls of our cell, resembling much the scene from A New Hope where Luke, Leia, Hans and Chewie are in the garbage compactor fighting with all of their strength to keep from getting crushed.
Except in this case, a good amount of people are not fighting with all of their strength. It almost seems as if they are simply sitting on the floor watching the few of us look upon them with disbelief at their unwillingness to turn the tides of their fate.
It seems that they choose to give up on humanity by giving up on themselves. By not exercising the gift of discernment which apparently, many have not developed to a degree sufficient enough to warrant a massive outrage against those responsible for the crisis we have found ourselves in.
Lord help us Jesus. Our souls are in your hands.
...and I cannot help but flinch inwardly as the brief recollection of past experiences flitter across my mind.
Because there was more than 1 occasion that I felt myself to be that man crucified on the cross. Feeling as he felt. Thinking as he thought.
Loving as he loved.
His Father, who art in Heaven.
And with all I have studied and learned over the years, I feel like the Truth of our reality is emerging from its hidden depths as billions of us are being enslaved by a small group of power-hungry, psychopathic deviant tyrants.
That concrete block weighing down on my mind continues to press itself.
Harder and harder with each passing day.
Fear is the lowest level of faith.
May we experience the hand of God Himself at our side as we navigate this troubled, evil world.
May God save us.
For there would be no reason left to exist if he did not do so.
Survival of the fittest is a lie.
Truth can never be destroyed.
It will always find a way.
In this life or the next.
...
For there would be no reason to be.
If Truth was not upheld by a divine hand.,
For it would prove that divinity cannot exist should it fail to render aid at a time when help is most needed.
And that is the scariest part.
Fear is the lowest level of faith.
And we are immortal beings.
Let us go forth with sadness but with conviction and service of the Truth.
An empire of lies cannot last for long.
Before it crumbles.
Let it go.
Let it go.
Let it go for good.
