Scripted

 

Looking out at the world, the media, politics, and the news cycles I keep feeling like everything is so scripted, like a made for TV movie. People watch and many believe what they see, blinded by the illusion that the news programs are under some obligation to be honest with us. It grows hard to listen to the lies being spouted, even in tiny snippets, as certain factions struggle to remain relevant and trusted. I feel bad for those who watch “the news” and TV daily, and even worse for those who keep it on all the time. The truth is in there somewhere, but only through separation, discernment, and prayer can it be understood. 

 

The way to understand it is to know whatever news subject they spend a lot of time on is usually a lie, or a distraction, or a societal psychological operation. They’ll insert a random truthful fact in there somewhere, usually in the middle of the night when their viewership is low, and then never mention it again. But the main focus will be some made up story to get the viewers hooked and emotionally involved and keep their eyes where they want them to be. When this happens, it’s time to dig deeper into what else is going on out there, what other situations are unfolding, what other events are happening that they don’t want you to see or know.

 

The world exists in two different realities right now, and the simplest way to explain it is one side watches and believes what they see on TV, social media, and mainstream news, and the other doesn’t. Maybe the split came in 2020 with the whole sickness psychological operation, but it has been building for years, at least the last 20+ years I’ve been paying attention, and now that split is growing rapidly. On a spiritual level the division is a moral one, one side seeking justice and righteousness, the other embracing some darker ideals, but the world is an expert of confusing people and situations to muddy the waters. 

 

I had a bout of eternal recurrence years ago when my life changed quite radically, and during that experience it was as though each day was being repeated, and every word, every thought, every situation felt familiar as though I’d heard it, thought it, and lived it before, many times before. And looking out at the world today, the news, the sports, the politics, etc., it feels that way again, as though what I am seeing is simply a scene that must play out, a chapter that must be read to understand the end of the book. It all feels manufactured, as if the ability to create any new trauma is gone and the playbook has been completely played out. It seems tired, weak, and near exhaustion, and perhaps that is why the televised dramas are coming so quickly these days, they need to stir up the energy to drain it.

 

People are beginning to learn that evil is real, and once they realize how real the evil is there is nothing else to do but turn to God, and I believe that is the split we are seeing. I believe it is the Gog and Magog war, and perhaps we’ve been in it longer than we know, perhaps we’ve been in it our whole lifetime, but the eternal recurrence of it, the continuous and repeated abuse, is ending.

 

People have a hard time envisioning how life can change for the better, but we are to imagine heavenly things. The world, of course, shows us only destruction, fear, anger, violence, and death, and some take that in for all the hours of their waking time, and sleep with it playing in the background. We are to step out of the world, and trust that all things work for the good of those who love God. Change is happening, and the televised traumas are coming fast and furious, draining the viewer of more than just their emotion, but control of their minds, higher thinking, the ability to discern truth, and in the end their souls and connection to God.

 

The truth is judgment is coming, and a lot of people aren’t prepared, it’s not even on their radar as a possibility, and this makes me very sad. The whole world makes me very sad, which is why I take it in small doses. Incrementalism is a real thing, and in the twenty years since I turned off the TV, the lines and boundaries of decency have been pushed along, inch by inch, so that when I peek in at it now it is truly shocking. As well as what is now considered entertainment and beauty and progress, but I digress…

 

We were told that the deceptions would be so vast that even the elect could be deceived and I think we’re there now, nothing we know down here is true, everything is a lie, and we’re being sickened by the cognitive dissonance that creates inside us. The good news is that we’re in the final stretch, and we’re incredibly blessed to be here at this time. The good news is that the end to this madness is just around the corner, and we just need to hang on and trust God with all that we have inside. All things must be revealed though, and that will likely be hard for a lot of people, so be kind where you can. Just know it’s all in God’s hands and He wins in the end, and the end this time is also the new beautiful beginning. Praise God!

 

Turn off the noise and seek

 

 

 

Time Is Short

 

I felt pressed to give this message this morning, so here it is.

 

It’s chaotic out there, and if you look too deeply at the world it can lead to a lot of fear. It’s designed that way, especially now. Things are being revealed that I never thought would be seen. I have prayed for years for the world to see the truth of what our elite, leaders, and idols are up to, and finally it’s trickling out. The Epstein stuff was never just about the teenage girls, yes, that’s definitely part of it, but that is certainly not all of it. It’s deeper and darker than most can conceive, but I’m afraid we’ll all have to face it for it to finally come to an end. They are literally farming babies, with all that farming entails, from the planting of a seed to the harvest.

 

The ugly truth of this world is that children have always been the biggest commodity there is, it’s how you change the thinking of the nation, and how you gain power in this season of deception. Reading the Old Testament it is easy to see that things haven’t changed, people are still the same, making the same mistakes, and choosing the wrong gods. The events are still unfolding as they did in the day of old, although repackaged for TV viewers into something palatable as we’re being numbed and desensitized. Child sacrifices are ongoing, just as they did back then, but now we call it by different names. The darkness in this world is all encompassing, and I suppose that’s why we were told to turn from the world, to step out of it, and not to conform to it.

 

The most depraved are on award shows, dressed in their finery, and holding up their gold statues, and many watch and applaud their favorites. The approving audience watching their screens don’t seem to know that their very souls are on the chopping blocks by their acceptance and approval and simple viewership. We are told to come out of her. We are told to have no idols before God. We are told a lot of things that we now think are archaic and backwards and old fashioned, but the truth is the truth, and the end is closer than we imagine. I believe we’re in the beginning of the great Gog and Magog war, the final fight between good and evil, light and darkness, beauty and truth against filth and lies, and then judgment comes. This little season of Satan’s deception is coming to a close, but he’s not going out easily, and he wants to take as many as he can with him when he’s thrown into the pit.

 

The people and faces of this world that many trust and idolize are leading them straight to hell, but they are blinded by modern terms and a belief that God is not real, does not exist, and is some fairy tale from the past. God’s voice is softened now by the noise of our modern technology, and our hearing is dampened by the sorcery we believe we need to face each day, the pharmaceuticals we take to numb our pain, but He’s still speaking, and He doesn’t want to lose you.

 

I believe we’re in the last days before judgment, and looking around it couldn’t be clearer to me. I’ve never seen the divisions between the different factions quite as angry as they are today, I’ve also never seen them this misinformed. The media is selling lies and applying emotional manipulation daily, while the influencers stoke the flames for clicks, and the average citizen is drowning in deception and confusion. Something terrible has happened to people, and many are fueled by fear, anger, and hatred, and it simply can’t continue to go on in this manner.

 

It’s going to get weird, it’s going to get ugly, it’s going to get scary, and when the truth is finally revealed, the truth of how those people came to fortune and fame, it’s going to break hearts. It won’t only be hearts that are broken, but the minds of those who have given their power to the world and trusted what man has sold to them. There is a darkness so vast, so insane, so ridiculously depraved that men’s hearts will fail when it is revealed. Everything we think we know down here is a lie, and the deception is beyond what even I can conceive, much less put into words.

 

For those still clinging to hope, clinging to beauty and truth, clinging to goodness and peace, do not fear for our Father sees you, and knows how you’ve struggled to stay righteous and true.

 

For those still fully ensconced in the world I don’t know how much time is left for you to change your thinking and begin to repent. Time is being shortened, the truth is being revealed, and the era of straddling is over.

 

Please seek God.

 

 

 

 

 

 

Near Death Experiences and the Bible

 

Twenty-three years ago I had a near death experience (NDE), and it occurred just months after I lost my only child. It wasn’t the typical experience you read about with a tunnel, light, and seeing heaven or hell, it was far subtler than that, and I woke completely changed. My death was caused by a surgical mistake, and although I had to be revived a couple times on the operating table during a life saving surgery, that wasn’t when I died. My death came several days later when I was still bleeding internally, but no one had discovered it yet. I remember waking and looking over at the blood pressure machine and watched the numbers steadily drop lower and lower. It dawned on me that I was dying as I’d seen the same the night my father died, but I didn’t feel any fear. It was simply a realization of my impending demise that I easily accepted. 

 

I woke sometime after midnight to a beautiful and kind redheaded nurse bathing me, changing my gown and sheets, and being incredibly gentle and sweet to me. This happened on Good Friday and as the sun rose the bleeding was discovered and I had a couple rushed emergency procedures, was given several bags of blood, and finally began to recover. I never saw the nurse again, and I did ask about her, but the woman I described didn’t match anyone on the nursing staff.

 

Recovery took several bed-ridden months left with open wounds, bags, drains, more surgery, and nurses coming to the house twice a day to change my bandages. Back on my feet again everything was different, even my things looked a little odd and different, and stepping back into my old life was impossible. Something profound had happened to me and I didn’t have the knowledge or language to fully express it. As I didn’t have the typical and popular experience I had no real foundation to build from, all I knew for sure was that I was different and somehow I knew something I wasn’t supposed to know, but didn’t know what it was.

 

The years afterward were challenging, I was dealing with chronic pain and changes in my body while also trying to accept the loss of my son. It seemed most around me expected me to just snap back in gear and set aside my grief, loss, and spiritual and physical changes and continue on as before my life was altered. Apparently, to them, enough time had passed and there was no excuse for not stepping back into my old life. But I couldn’t return to my old life, the person who lived that life was dead and gone, and I was left vulnerable, exposed, and radically changed.

 

I figured it was Christ calling me so I committed myself to Him and gave away all my belongings in my desire to follow Him. I began speaking with religious people with hopes of guidance in my strange situation, but found that they looked at me suspiciously, shamefully, and quickly dismissed my experience with one Bible verse. “Just as man is appointed to die once, and after that to face judgment.” (Hebrews 9:27) The people I spoke with seemed to have only one agenda, bodies in a building, butts in the pews, and money in the tray, but it was more than that. It was as though there was an underlying fear or jealousy or anger, and it seemed so separate from my newfound faith, so small and worldly and dirty in comparison with the profound change inside me.

 

Unfortunately at the time I didn’t choose to read the Bible cover to cover to understand it for myself, and was soon drawn into many new age and occultish type ideas as I tried to understand what I knew, but couldn’t remember. I began exploring the world, researching and investigating whatever called my attention with the goal to understand what happened to me, and got lost for a while in many dark rabbit holes. Before this change I had always been a little haunted, but afterwards these occurrences increased dramatically due to opening the doors to the occult in my desire to understand. And I experienced depression, alcoholism, UFO sightings and alien-type abduction events, sudden short lived bouts of psychic abilities and visions, ghostly sightings and EVPs (electronic voice phenomenon) in my home, an incubus draining me in my sleep, and suicide attempts from pure hopelessness and exhaustion. Needless to say, it was rough, and I grew no closer to the forgotten knowledge that had been pressed on me, but with the absolute grace of God I survived, again and again.

 

Worldly events would strike a deep chord in me, and I would be reminded of the change and the unknown knowledge. I would feel both great fear and awe that whatever I had been shown in my NDE was happening, but I had no idea where it was leading. The years passed, the chord inside me rang like a bell with many different events, as though they were simply reminders and road marks along the way, and they left me in tears, but also with a great sense of awe and excitement.

 

And finally I sat down to read the Bible and found that being woken from death is not at all unbiblical as I had been told, and led to believe. From the Old Testament to the New Testament people have been shaken from the grip of death. So I have to wonder if those religious people who instill shame and quickly dismiss the idea have even read their Bibles at all.  

 

From God answering Elijah’s prayers in 1 Kings 17:17-24 and waking the son of the widow Zarephath from death, to the son of a Shunammite woman being raised by Elisha in 2 Kings 4:32-37, to the unnamed man coming back to life after touching Elisha’s bones in 2 Kings 13:20-21, there are many examples of people being brought back from death. Eutychus falling asleep listening to Paul’s long-winded sermon, falling out a third story window to his death, and Paul reviving him and finishing his sermon (Acts 20:7-12), people have been brought back to life many times in scripture. And let us not forget Lazarus, and the others raised by Jesus, or the tombs opening at Jesus’ resurrection and the saints coming to life again and appearing to people in the Holy City (Mathew 27:50-53). Or in Revelation 20:5 where it states, “But the rest of the dead lived not again until the thousand years were finished…”

 

The Bible doesn’t follow the lives of those who were raised and given a second chance, but I’m sure they had opinions and feelings about it and their experiences were interesting. So clearly being pulled out of death isn’t unbiblical, or an impossibility, or a shameful lie, or a horrible sin, or a trick of the devil. But perhaps it only happens to a few, and perhaps I am one of the few. I regret not immediately sinking down into the Bible and reading it cover to cover, and feel I’ve wasted some time, some energy, and some innocence peeking under the rocks in the abyss seeking something that isn’t hidden in the darkness, but perhaps the journey was important in a way I don’t yet understand. 

 

The Bible mentions many times the importance of wisdom and knowledge, and how they are more valuable than any jewel, and implores us to seek. It also states that those who do seek and gather wisdom may be a little melancholy with the results of the search, but it’s important to do anyway. “For in much wisdom is much grief; and he that increaseth knowledge increaseth sorrow.” Ecclesiastes 1:18 KJV

 

 

So as always, keep seeking.