Leviathan is a Propaganda Machine

Most human beings want predictable comfort in a stable environment.” – Dr. Adam Koontz, a BHoP upcoming episode.

Multiplicity and complication are in the nature of evil. The internet devours your humanity one exciting/worthless thing at a time. Every new tingle, each next scroll, just one more “one more moment” is another percentage point of your daily dose of willpower used for nothing much, flapping away on the breeze.

Where did all that heart go? Didn’t you dream of so much more?

Capacity to reflect is indirectly proportional to the amount of new information you absorb. Too much input may not slow down your output, but it will decrease the value of your output to you. If your silence is always drowned out by the thoughts of others, you can hardly expect to have any valuable thoughts of your own.

Spiritual problems do not benefit from consumer solutions, no matter what the label says.

Till angel cry and trumpet sound,
The Mad Christian

It’s Become a Cartoon

The issue is never the issue. The issue is always the revolution.
– New Left Notes (Students for a Democratic Society, Chicago, 1960’s)

There is no place for quarter with the devil. Every moment is either your chance to stand firm, or to be sold out. If you will not walk in self-control, then you will walk under the control of others.

We do not have a “news cycle” any more than we wrestle against flesh and blood. We do not know what is really going on. We do not know how these winds are turning for the apparent good or ill. We are not prophets nor seers. We shall not outwit the demons by being clever.

Theory is always more overwhelming than fact. Stories written by your enemies are the framework of your enslavement. Paper dragons and FOMO only have the power that you cede to them.Issue framing is not a tactic of your enemy but his principle. It’s not “what” they’re talking about but “how” they’re talking about it and “why” they’re letting you hear about it now. The only goal is moving their agenda forward.

So…what’s yours?

Till angel cry and trumpet sound,
The Mad Christian

Trustless

To the demons, I imagine the internet is like a magical wormhole of happiness. No longer bound to one proximity or another, their images can hop about as they like and even be in many places simultaneously.

The God of many faces is a trickster by definition. Jesus is not a trickster God.Judgment day will be good. 

Till angel cry and trumpet sound,
The Mad Christian

Refuse to Complicate

photo of man kneeling while praying
If you’re still reading this, then it means you’re probably not one of that massively cynical consensus, gradually being driven insane by their devices. Rather, you resent the evident crossbreeding of abused trusts in the power of the surveillance state programmed into your friends and neighbors by the superpower of dissent mitigation waged as media in the name of “public health”. You are one of those waking up to realize that the state of disorientation we are all experiencing is both engendered and intentional.

“They” have been using these passion-enhancing tools to amplify the basest and most vile infatuations of the human psyche, and “they” will continue to breed tensions between men until “they” are consumed in the fires of His coming.

Make no mistake: the demons know what they are doing.

Consider the safety of your family, both temporally and Spiritually in the current disorder. Think of how controlled your attempts at opposition always feel amid the evils of the world burning down around you.

Then remember that Jesus desires more fruit. That much is obvious. So you’re not here to give up and wait for the black pill to swallow you.

You’re going to pray to the God who saves. Because He does.

“They’re” burning the ships. You don’t have a choice. This is your moment. Alleluia.

Till angel cry and trumpet sound,
The Mad Christian

Small Demons

person about to catch four dices
The rise in the death toll was difficult to perceive at first.

A “1% rise in cardiac enigmatic events in genetically-modified people per year compounding” is a dull headline. It went largely unreported by the Ministry of News for the first two decades of treatments. By the time the exogenous leukemias set in, “normal” rates of heart attack were demolishing people groups, reducing family survivability by 15%. “Anticancer mRNA protocols” added to the quarterly boosters didn’t stem the bleeding. It was a long time before most people were able to notice or begin to realize that no one was having children.

By the time my grandfather died, the world population had entirely collapsed. Thank God he built that ark….

The Game

“They” tease you busy, expending endless spiritual energies (“feelings”) on things you can do nothing about, in order to wear you down until you’re too impotent to do any of the righteous things you can do something about. 
Don’t let them.

Till angel cry and trumpet sound,
The Mad Christian

Qui Bono?

Does anyone ever see it coming?

Use smoke to hide fire.

We’ve been fighting demons with Wisdom from the beginning. In the meantime, (archaic) “modern” military strategies cannot succeed against a spiritually motivated insurgency that gleefully embraces the asymmetric advantage of neo-barbarian rules of war. Like “modern” economic theories, and all other such trending mythologies, the fancy words coming from our principle elites are neither principled nor elite.

Your currency is your nation’s lifeblood. Wherever ever it goes, what ever channels it runs in, its debasement will mean the end of all trusts once founded upon it, both formal and tribal. You cannot devalue your money without also devaluing your capacity to reason, for they are in civilization all terms one and the same.

The new world order is just like the last one: under the devil’s thumb. Yet the Bible talks of victory. Not weary resignation.

Till angel cry and trumpet sound,
The Mad Christian

One click

An idol is, before all things, a form of self-identification. False worship is, then, nothing more than an effort to imitate the wrong picture. There is no tyranny like a bad idea held as true.

But how to know the difference? In an age of endless imagination, the particular power of the screen lies in making the present moment unthinkable. Until the show is over, reality is outside of the box.

Outside is a good place to start looking for answers. Inside is where the torment lurks.

If you find a spiritual well of oppression bubbling up from the abyss of your basement, you’d be mad not to plug it.

Till angel cry and trumpet sound,
The Mad Christian