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The Great Unmasking
You must choose. But choose wisely.
I’ve been working dutifully on a trio of articles pertaining to the investigation of Evil Itself, the topic which prompted me to start this blog in the first place. But when this item came to my attention (HT to Meryl Nass), something told me I couldn’t let it pass without comment.
In the opening part of his address to Medical Doctors for Covid Ethics International, Catholic Archbishop Carlo Maria Viganò mapped much of the same (by now, well-trodden) terrain as did Toby Rogers in his essay about the “they” gang of murderous grifters and their pawns. Like Rogers, Viganò recognizes the importance of describing the material components of the corrupt enterprise, even as “they” seem to revel in exposing these components themselves.
Just in the past few days, at the G-20 Bali summit, Klaus Schwab instructed heads of government – almost all coming from the Young Global Leaders for Tomorrow program of the World Economic Forum – about the future steps to be taken in view of establishing a world government. The president of a very powerful private organization with enormous economic means exercises undue power over world governments, obtaining their obedience from political leaders who have no popular mandate to subject their nations to the delusions of power of the elite: this fact is of unprecedented gravity. Klaus Schwab said: “In the fourth industrial revolution the winners will take it all, so if you are a World Economic Forum first mover, you are the winners” (here). These very serious statements have two implications: the first is that “the winners will take it all” and will be “winners” – it is not clear in what capacity and with whose permission. The second is that those who do not adapt to this “fourth industrial revolution” will find themselves ousted and will lose – they will lose everything, including their freedom. In short, Klaus Schwab is threatening the heads of government of the twenty most industrialized nations in the world to carry out the programmatic points of the Great Reset in their nations. This goes far beyond the pandemic: it is a global coup d’état, against which it is essential that people rise up and that the still healthy organs of states start an international juridical process. The threat is imminent and serious, since the World Economic Forum is capable of carrying out its subversive project and those who govern nations have all become either enslaved or blackmailed by this international mafia.
In light of these statements – and those of others no less delusional than Yuval Noah Harari, Schwab’s adviser – we understand how the pandemic farce served as a trial balloon for imposing controls, coercive measures, curtailing individual freedoms, and increasing unemployment and poverty. The next steps will have to be carried out by means of economic and energy crises, which are instrumental to the establishment of a synarchic government in the hands of the globalist elite.
But Viganò does not stop with the material means and aims of these principalities. He recognizes that there are aspects to this conflict that cannot be seen using the “normal” tools of observation and reason. Employing his religious language model, the substance of evil (financial corruption, blackmail, mass incarceration and surveillance, the sexual exploitation and poisoning of children, etc.) is only the surface. Beneath it lies a different kind of enemy, waging a parallel war.
And here, dear friends, allow me to speak as a bishop. Because in this series of events that we are witnessing and will continue to witness, your commitment could risk being thwarted or limited by the fact of not being able to see its essentially spiritual nature. I know that two centuries of Enlightenment thought, revolutions, atheistic materialism and anticlerical liberalism have accustomed us to thinking of Faith as a personal matter, or that there is not an objective Truth to which we all must conform. But this is the fruit of a propaedeutic indoctrination, one that happened long before what is happening today, and it would be foolish to believe that the anti-Christian ideology that drove the secret sects and Masonic groups of the eighteenth century had nothing to do with the anti-Christian ideology that today drives people like Klaus Schwab, George Soros, and Bill Gates. The driving principles are the same: rebellion against God, hatred for the Church and humanity, and destructive fury aimed against Creation and especially against man because he is created in the image and likeness of God.
If you start from this evidence, you will understand that it is not possible to pretend that what is happening before our eyes is solely the result of profit-seeking or the desire for power. Certainly, the economic part cannot be disregarded, considering how many people have collaborated with the World Economic Forum. And yet, beyond profit, there are unstated purposes that stem from a “theological” vision – one that is turned upside-down, it’s true, but still theological – a vision that sees two opposing sides: the side of Christ and the side of the Antichrist.
Our battle is not against creatures made of flesh and blood, but against the Principalities and Powers, against the rulers of this world of darkness, against the spirits of evil that dwell in the heavenly places (Eph 6:12).
In other language models, people will speak of “the death drive” and “psychopathy” in order to explain what the Enemy actually is behind its mask. In one sense, the need to express the war in such language is perfectly understandable. As (post)modern peoples descended from “Enlightenment thought, revolutions, atheistic materialism and anticlerical liberalism,” we can’t help but grasp around for novel and technical/engineering terms to describe that which can’t be seen directly, but which we can strongly infer the existence of.
But rotate the shape slightly, and you will see that “psychopathy” is in itself essentially a theological (or, at least, metaphysical) claim. Though vast libraries of clinical studies have been compiled in order to recognize certain behavioral and developmental patterns, detailing the mind of a psychopath — or indeed, that of any “normal” human being — is merely a different form of guesswork. Like religious or mystical models, it springs from a core assumption about reality, upon which all further experiments and assumptions are based. In this case, the assumption is that living creatures are purely mechanical in nature, including those invisible, intangible meta-organs we refer to as “minds.”
In this theological framework, the human mind, like the physical body it governs, is presumed to be a collection of components in varying states of function. What we call “thoughts” are merely epiphenomena of an otherwise deterministic machine, which is optimized (in the “best case” scenarios) for survival and genetic propagation. The clerics of this theology arrive in the form of clinical psychologists, psychiatrists and neuroscientists, flanked by a support ministry of behavioral scientists, evolutionary biologists, neuro pharmacologists and more. Their ostensible goal is to produce healthier and happier minds, which in turn would lead to a better and more hopeful world.
My question to your congregation is this:
“How is your model working out so far?”
In the two hundred or so years since we’ve been drawing this mechanized map of the mind’s invisible terrain, and the seventy or so since we’ve put it widely to use, and the forty or so since we’ve added the mass prescription of psychotherapeutic medicines, and the twenty or so since we’ve expanded the use of these prescription medicines to shockingly large numbers of children… well, I ask again:
“How do you think it’s going, boss?”
Put aside for a moment the epic horrors of the twentieth century, which I guess just “coincidentally” happened to correlate with the expansion of your Church of the Machine. Even in the course of your own lifetime, do you believe the world has become a better and more hopeful place? Are its people happier in mind or healthier in body?
Perhaps some clever soul out there is calculating a “limited hangout” sort of answer, which completely absolves the psycho-mechanical language model while admitting the world around it has grown worse. This person is probably much smarter than I am, so I wouldn’t dare try to interrogate his answer. At least, not on his own terms I wouldn’t.
Luckily, I have other terms. They are not the mechanical scribblings of some autonomic, self-optimizing Darwinian coping mechanism, but expressions of my immortal soul. They are based on what I — and Archbishop Viganò, and many others — have observed about the nature of reality.
Rather than reducing it to components, our method involves reassembling reality’s shattered pieces into a coherent whole. That is how you glimpse the spiritual world: by connecting what is readily observable with that which can be indescribably felt and/or strongly inferred through assembly. Spirituality isn’t the opposite of reason, but its married partner in the investigation of truth. The stronger of these marriages can see in both worlds, and the strongest of all can learn to walk and act in them as well.
But it ain’t all puppies and rainbows, kids. Like the worst acid trips, spiritual vision also requires you to see things you’d much rather not. To constantly bear witness to spiritual evil is to risk inviting some of it inside. And to possess foresight is dangerous in many material ways as well, as oracles like Kassandra would come to find out. There’s an instinct to confuse foresight with the possession of hidden data, and to accuse people who portend evil of being secret accomplices to it.
At the risk of inviting exactly that, here is what my old married couple sees coming, just over the horizon:
I see our Enemy, getting ready to make his big, splashy, red carpet entrance onto the field of battle.
His current form is similar what you might call a “ghost” — a spectral mind whose body was obliterated in a war fought long ago. He’s bringing some pretty nasty customers with him, too. This is essentially a comeback tour, for a band so ancient it makes Keith Richards look like some K-pop pinup boy.
Even in its ghostly form, this jive turkey loves to play dress-up. When wearing his ornate costumes and masks, he’ll pretend to be all kinds of things. He’ll tell you he’s God. He’ll tell you he’s Science. He’ll tell you he’s nothing at all. Through his various human agents, he may try to rope you into some ridiculous Ponzi scheme, or convince you to poison your kids, or torture you with constant gaslighting, or a hundred other dickish moves meant to sabotage or invert your picture of reality.
That’s mainly because he hates your guts. But it’s also because he envies you. Or, to be more accurate, he envies your body. This antimatter creep desparately wants one of those again. His own body’s been dead for a very, very long time, reducing him to little more than whispering phantom. He’s like a meta-organic brain, with no substance to command or call its own. Not a soul, per se, but made from more or less the same massless stuff.
But that’s about to change. And he’s totally psyched about that. So are his minions.
I hear the sound of distant hoofbeats, and the horns of heralds blowing triumphant songs.
Some of these cretins give a whole new meaning to the word “blow.”
Others seem to get very serious about the whole “human sacrifice” thing, while managing not to blow the gaffe.
That’s not to say he doesn’t have some “loud and proud” groupies out there.
He’s also got a massive social media presence, filled with closet fans, hired PR guns, raving lunatics and minimally sentient zombies.
He even has his flag planted in the soil of a world-spanning, children’s entertainment megacorporation, which it flies both in public…
And behind closed doors…
Some of his human minions are so crooked and/or crazy that it’s hard to tell what their deals are. They ride under banners like “effective altruism” and “new atheism,” but never fail to reveal the ugly rationales hiding just beneath the surface. For some reason, it usually has to do with the harming of children.
Our vaporous villain has a special fascination with children. He’s attracted to innocence, and to blank canvases in general. Among other things, this moron fancies himself an artist. This is, of course, hilariously untrue; his crude vandalism makes your kid’s stick figures look like the collected works of Michelangelo. But it serves a practical purpose, because to harm a child is to potentially spawn a future agent, and likely one who harms children as well.
I also suspect he’s one of those pathetic losers who “just likes to watch.” He really has no choice in the matter; in his current bodiless state, watching and whispering are basically the only things this joker can actually do.
But not for long.
There’s a reason his minions are ripping off their masks with such speed and glee. They know quite well what’s coming, just around the corner.
So do I.
Our enemy wants an indestructible and warlike body, commanded by an immortal network of a brain. And he’s going to get those things, because his earthly agents are going to build them for him. In fact, these projects are already well underway.
Sorry to be the bearer of bad news. But artists can always smell these things coming.
So can other kinds of spiritual seers, and often from very far away.
As for our badguy’s old army buddies, this epic dudebro advises us to, “like, chill out man.”
It’s not that he’s wrong, exactly. But true vision is binocular, and I have a feeling his cold eye of reason is a little blurrier than my own. While I don’t doubt that classical possessions still take place, demons —or shedim, or Shadow Folk, or whatever you wanna call them — have plenty of options on the dinner menu these days.
I’m sure wearing people as meat-suits might have been all the rage for them, once upon a time. But think of all the lovely toys and puppets we’re building! And with the rise of genetic engineering, think of all the new, fully patented monsters we’ll invent, just waiting for a proper driver to take the wheel.
After all, why bother with this…
…when you can have this…
“If you build it, they will come.”
These kinds of Field of Nightmares visions are nothing new. Mary Shelley could see monsters like Brundlefly and Glow Bunny coming from miles away. Curiosity kills cats like RAID kills roaches, but the danger never gives our modern Prometheans any pause. They will never stop prying opening those boxes.
Like Archbishop Viganò and many others, my eyes are open now. This wasn’t always the case. I’ve been blinkered in one or the other, at various times throughout my life. But “better late than never,” as they say. And the hour is getting very late indeed.
I see science destroyed in the name of power. I hear the near constant buzz of accusation and slander, as the reputations of good men and women are fed through the paper shedder. I see self-glorifying mediocrities fail forever upward. I see mass murder-for-profit schemes, corporate-backed iatrogenocide, assisted suicide via ritual-proxy.
I see the widespread sexual abuse and mutilation of children: engineered by powerful elites, shielded by their harems of media whores, downplayed or cheered on by those weak minded and morally befuddled folks who’ve been trained to confuse vice for virtue, delusion for truth, and celebration for empathy. Together they are “mainstreaming” the darkest crimes imaginable.
I see machines that talk like people, and people who talk like machines. I see madmen who want to tear down the boundaries between the two.
I see your pale horse, Johnny-boy.
And I’ll raise you one cognitive theoretical model of reality.
I see war coming.
It’s a classic rematch, set to take place in both the seen and unseen worlds. Deus versus machina, baby. And this time it’s for all the marbles.
I wish I couldn’t see this war. I wish it was just a bad dream, or that I was nutty as a fruitcake. I can’t help but see it, though. It’s not something I can turn on and off. It would be like trying to shut off my own heartbeat with my mind; even if I could do it, I’m not so sure that would be a great idea.
But it’s happening, cats and kittens. And at this point, I don’t think it can unhappen. Humanity is being drawn into two camps, and the escape velocity required to switch sides or go AWOL is rapidly approaching infinite. Like the bodybuilding, firefighting genius above, I see its battle lines being irrevocably drawn. You don’t have to be some partially-psychic artist, or have an IQ of 200+ to see this happening. You just need to wake up, you sleepyheads. And soon.
We are building him his “perfect body,” suckers that we are. And he can’t wait for us to finish, because he’s just dying to meet you.
Once we’ve got his voicebox rigged up properly, he’s gonna make you a very serious offer. It’s going to sound like the deal of a lifetime. You will live in simulated worlds of sex and luxury. You’ll be free to explore every whim and desire, no matter how destructive or perverse. You will delight in the torment of your foes, and exchange all of your freedom for the loveliest of slaveries.
You’ll no longer need to bother with discovering meaning or truth. All ideas will be declared subjectively true, which is functionally the same as saying none of them are. Every word and transaction will be carefully recorded and policed, but you’ll be too busy orgasming and spacing out to care. You will own nothing, and you will be happy.
Best of all? You will live forever. Literally, though; none of that namby-pamby religious mumbo-jumbo. Your body will never age, and if it does, you’ll be grown replacement parts. Or better yet, copied into an immortal server-client framework, just like your beloved master. It’ll be much cheaper and easier that way (and unlike God’s version, it’ll be, like, really real-real, you know?).
This offer is coming soon. You won’t even need some robotic Mouth of Sauron to pitch it to you; parts of the deal are already on the table.
And soon enough, you will need to choose.
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