Concerning the spiritual realm at this time:

The current activity we see today of these dark forces is considered normal and popular in today’s society. We are opening portals that will destroy us. Right now it’s Pokemon and has a cute face. Tomorrow, these same entities will show the gremlin within. The media has direct connection to the word medium. It is based on a coven. Realize this, and see that this is the natural progression of these dark forces. This is a last call to this generation before the storm. Get out while you still can. Get out of the cities.

If you truly seek the Father, and call upon him, he will prepare you for the times ahead. It starts in the spirit. Spiritually depart from the cities. Depart from the influence. Do not let it infest your children lest your family be victims. It is this defilement of the flesh, and the mixing that will destroy your home. Guard the door to your home. And put the blood on the doorpost. He will remember his covenant.

A prayer of one pure, righteous man is greater than tens of thousands of hexes.

Trump is simply a judgment. That is what his name means and that is his purpose. A man which the Father has brought to power to judge us. For those who didn’t listen it will lead to a major spanking.

Can’t you sense the weeping and gnashing of teeth?

There was an older video this person uploaded of older music worship songs.   Although it was made for educational reasons, it was muted by a copyright holder.  It wasn’t to be popular.   It was done humbly to promote the music so people knew it existed.   Yet this happened while our world allows filth to be uncensored.  

Common sense seems to be outlawed in our world today.  In an attempt to change the normal, there is more and more confusion, uncertainty—yet up comes a visage to hide the ignorance.  A vanity stare.

We are too busy creating names for ourselves, creating structures of men.  They will all fall like sand—because it is not built on the foundation of truth, but opinion.  And opinion, like the onion, will be peeled back to the point nothing remains.  And many will cry on that day.

Whoever is called to do so, let us pray for whoever remains with a humble, willing soul, standing firm to Yah’s calling.  Let us do what is right regardless of the ways the people worship. 

Hopefully those words will not be muted from within.

There have been many things on my mind, especially the last few weeks with the US judicial rulings on gay marriage and health care, the vaccine ruling in California, and the earthquake concerns in the Pacific Northwest.

Even now, with more things that could be said—it seems best to remain silent and allow consequential judgment to take place. The world is no longer recognizable as it was in my early years. We are definitely heading into a new world—for the worse.

When the time comes, more will be said. But, for now, it seems best to pray and fast for the times ahead.

Let me follow this with explanation.

For instance, when this individual first came online back in the late 1990’s, discussion was much more thought-provoking and productive, while still being loosely structured.  This led its participants to further truths and realization—for its structure was primarily due to individual, personal relationship.   There was a strict focus of subjects which group members could strongly engage and learn from.

As time progressed, we eventually lost this focus. Discussions have become more of an amusement, relying on generalized conversation. We have lost the ability to muse, reconfigure, and test words that are posted—this has brought about a faltering of objection and criticism.  It has brought us to group thinking.

We are also now able to collectively vote.  Nearby dwellers, family members, and mere acquaintances are all generally labeled as friends, equally entertaining themselves in the matters at hand.  In this man’s view, the word friend is a strong word—they are as precious as gold, not a group of stars being added to your grade report.

This desire to be revered by peers has led to an overwhelming weight of peer-pressure. Critical thoughts are withheld for the betterment of one’s reputation. Sentences have to be witty, noticeable, and extremely bombastic (memes). In the end, we get something cute—yet doesn’t hold any meaningful substance.

Nowadays, commercial sites have taken a strong hold over community discussion, in which the user becomes fodder for subliminal ad attacks and in-app purchases. The global marketplaces need ever-newer sheep to be sheared.

As long as the conversations remain open and updated, the stalling-line keeps increasing. Yet where is it going? And does anyone care?

Social media, with the overwhelming variety of tools available, has led to less meaningful activity and unmindful relationships. In short, we do not realize we are being starved. Knowledge is handed to us upon a silver platter (upon demand) while the journeyman’s work ethic lays bare. There is nothing to do yet stay put and take upon this global influence.

Because of this, our hands show no hardness. Our experiences are merely downloaded from others before us—and even though our minds are molded by those who we have never heard of, we remain loyal for the sake of the scraps.

As the years go by, this person has also noticed a major attack being waged against the usage of words.  In first-world countries, we are told we have the freedom of speech—although, in reality, we are becoming more and more afraid to speak the truth.

Day by day, the truth is less and less popular—especially when we see influential people speak contrary to that truth.

Are we growing?  Perhaps we are—yet as a larger, tastier vegetable.  The substance, though, is dearly lacking.

What has led us towards this demise?

There was a quote once heard some years back from Gail Riplinger regarding her studies on doctored bible versions. In essence, she said that we are slowly being led away from a word-based culture to an image-based culture.

This transition in our culture has led us to a completely new and power ways of being manipulated—to the point where reality subsides to a well-maintained fantasy structure.   Instead of posting words, we now post pictures to display our thoughts (even though they are usually created by someone else). In order to save time and effort, we now text in general jargon instead of participating in a common dialogue.

With all the effective communication resources now available, it seems we are having a harder and harder time communicating.   This essentially means we are also having a hard time understanding.

This is not the first time in history such a culture has existed—we’ve seen it many times before. In ages past, many would worship various image to give them sustenance.  Such images would provoke certain responses toward a crowd  eventually controlling their way to salvation.  From the idols in the Pantheon to the cross of Tamus, these images still attempt to contain us in an idealistic mold—a system which purpose is to make one do something for someone else’s gain.

That is why it is important for us to take notice of where we’re going and what isms are taking us there—be it politically, religiously, financially, or culturally.

True education lies in our present awareness and situation.   As soon as we plug our screen into someone else’s wiring, we better check our drive upstairs—because, most likely, someone has gotten to it earlier.

There are so many things to be said but not enough partakers to be able to listen and understand. Truth has thwarted my journey towards a state of solitude—for the casting of pearls before swine has seen its consequences.

No point in wasting breath.

It is obvious to see a judgment falling. At the same time, we dare not find blame in our actions.  Why would we wish to be warned of such?  Even if it was made known, many would never dare seek change—for no one likes to see one’s muck, especially as we are sirened towards the world’s delicacies.

Easier to see one’s potential than one’s chains.

And there are so many of us chained. Chained to our fantasy, our imagery. It is how we function. Being so trained upon such, we cannot bare the possibility that most (if not all) of our lives have either been used by someone else or have been wasted in vain—for we speak of vain things.

As Ecclesiastes points out, all is vanity. There is nothing new under the sun.

For in much wisdom, is much grief—and he, who increases knowledge, increases sorrow.

We all suffer when seeking the truth. It is hard to refrain from habits, step back, and deny the urges of the flesh. We have all gathered silver. We have become great in our eyes.

Yet what of the evil before us? Do we remain blind in order to thrive? Where do the labors take us?

Does the truth permit us to remain? As life passes, this soul finds the ever-higher costs of an awakened state. It is costlier than ever before.

But as fine gold, it is worth the price—and worth keeping.

How we cradle these fantastical depictions!  Through these images, we perceive an independent flesh—all while seeking the materials of wood and stone the crafters have molded.

We are merely clay jars—pottery which truly hold no power of our own accord. We either serve the wine of thanksgiving or the bitter waters of deceit.

With the waters we drink now chemically poisoned (physically and spiritually), our reality depicts the spiritual curse brought upon us. We are in serious trouble—and until we stop focusing on the vain serving of our macro-world and its numerous crafts, we will never grasp the lesson of this very microcosm.

Let’s not kid ourselves. We worship a false god—and it’s not going to spring life upon us any time soon.

We have been conditioned to a state of acceptance. Things are what they are.

Conveniences are now too great to let go. We cannot picture a world, for instance, without technological attractions—while they are all too motivated to not only eat up our free time, yet also the briefest moments of possible tranquility.

As we grow fat, we fight inner depressions with tight schedules of grind—and cyclical patterns of amusement. The inner machine, hungry for the tanked gas and lubricated oil, eventually reaches a state of obsolescence.

Outdated and outmoded, we gradually disappear (after a life of servitude) for the next crop.

Don’t get this wrong—there is nothing wrong in serving.  The real concern lies in the benefactors which remain hidden before us.  How we let these god-like deities shape our preconceptions by turning them around into powerful assumptions!

Our idols and images are made of earthly matter. Dare we attempt to tear them down? Have the groves overtaken us?

So far they have.

Blood suckered we have become. Too weak to move past the delicacies.

There is no reason to stop for there is plenty to eat—why complain?  Yet when the bread fails, and the sustenance falls through, there will be nothing to do but brace oneself, wait, and give up.

The life stock is being fattened for a great offering. Can any still walk?

Also been struggling a bit to keep quiet as long as it has been.  There are so many things that could be said and it is starting to bother me—but it is best not to tread a direction that will bring back old vomit (the old self must die first).

It’s been hard to break desires and to step away from things once loved—to loosen ties, to drop habits and images.  They must though be torn down.  Whatever falsehoods remain have to be removed.  This must be done in order to allow the appropriate spirit to dwell within.

The main thing is to learn the lesson—not having to constantly re-experience it over and over.  It must be confronted and surpassed.

There are still a lot of questions—not all of it has been figured out.  With that said, there is a clear truth being showed within.  Many more answers now appear—and, because of it, an unwavering grows.  This time, though, it should not be cast out before all (swine consume what you give them and eventually move on to the next work-less meal).    It should only be spoken to those who should hear.  No one else.

Let the rest… guess.

It also has to remain on something greater, in which the focus is on a subject that should have praise (instead of a build for ourselves).  Let the attention stay where it belongs—for its not about just us any more, but justice.

That judgment is coming.

The Jedi in Star Wars come from myth, similar to the Knights of the Round Table or the Samurai. They represent a higher standard. Truth, justice, order, peace… values which promote responsibility, consequence, and sacrifice.

The goal is simple—letting go of yourself, your fleshly desires, to act in servility towards the will of your Lord. The orders given should not be questioned, yet simply followed… without hesitation or complaint. To submit to the calling. Knighthood is about giving a pure, undefiled loyalty to the Master—an act done without remorse… or regret. The directive is to surrender.

Everyone, in truth, follows a Master—yet we must come to realize who our Master is. Ask yourself… who is your Lord? Who is your Shogun? And will you die for that Lord?

To know the answer, one must first experience. This means relationship. To die of self, to unlearn what has been learned, and to hear the message being given. This is destiny. In the outcome, the Knight must stem from the roots of obedience. To serve with virtue. Even if it means going against the grain. Even if it requires desires to fall by the wayside.

Some on the path may see the roots of freedom… and allow the impression to form a cause of rebelliousness. For others, equality… though failures of many occupy their journey’s route. As for works… the sands of time wear down the complacent statue. Test spirits and learn the grounds you stand. For many worship an ideal or symbol… while not knowing what presence is behind such.

Be mindful of the Emperor. He uses many, controls many, manipulating legions by using their wanton lusts to commit them as fodder for an evil cause. If he can dominate an entire Order… surely he can dominate a weak-minded soul.

Weakness… is ignorance. Know your Lord.