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Immuno-compromised is just another way to say “already poisoned by the medical system”. To suggest these people need toxic, fatal, and unapproved vaccines is the height of genocidal philosophy. Seeing people comply with their own euthanasia is also the height of mind control…… Jason Christoff

Understanding why we think like we think and do as we do is an important ingredient in monitoring our behavior if we desire to live outside of the control mechanisms our leaders use to destroy our free will. Self-preservation is key to achieving mass compliance of populations.

This is why genocide is so easy to implement and people are so willing to facilitate their own demise at the hands of those that despise them.

“In all of history, there is no war that wasn’t hatched by the governments alone, independent of the interests of the people, to whom war is always pernicious even if successful” Leo Tolstoy

Rock of Ages is a hymn penned three hundred years ago by Reformed Anglican minister Agustus Toplady. The lyrics speak for themselves so my comments are not to interpret a message so eloquently conveyed but to only augment the brevity of those words, especially “this fleeting breath”.

We take for granted the breath we are blessed with. God breathed into man the breath of life and whether we live one day or a hundred years it is a transient connection to this thing we call life. Having had pneumonia a couple times I understand the importance of breathing; it’s all we have to cling to; it’s life itself.

We all have fleeting breath, all eight billion of us. Making sense of life is at best frustrating. Why are so many born only to die? We question God’s motives or reasons for the hopeless loss of breath, and the wretched condition the world finds itself in. “His ways are higher than our ways” is little comfort to a dying world.

You could say God has some explainging to do but who do we think we are demanding anything from God? God created an endless universe, we are but a speck of dust in His sight. I guess God is in that place men envy. God has all power, all glory, there is none else besides Him, no recourse to His edicts. We forget God is God. It is His air we breathe, His world we occupy, His creation. We are players in this maddening game of life.

He has given us the same choice He gave His Son; follow My will, if there was another way I’d surely give it to you. At the onset of creation all of this was planned. Though we partcipate in the plan we have no say in it. But actually we do have some sway with God. He says our problems is simple, we receive not because we ask not. Asking is personal, it’s verbal, it’s believing God for everything.

We’re too busy trying to make it on our own. A fleeting life never has to happen. Never.

I went out to see if I could salvage anything but found nothing, just a few withered leaves from a long-dying tree.

So why sit here doing nothing? Let’s go fight, let’s die fighting; we’re damned if we do and damned if we don’t. We hoped things would turn out for the best but it just never happens that way. If we choose to fight then who? Perhaps the battle is between our two ears and the battleground is our wicked hearts. Scripture warns us about the treacherous nature of our hearts. Do we realize that this life is just a warm-up for the one to come?

We were waiting to be healed; now there’s nothing but terror. The ground shudders from the relentless beating of their war drums. They’re going to swallow up the whole world in some kind of slow-motion chess game. The moves are well-practiced after centuries of lost games. As usual, everything is just fodder for war.

I drown in grief, heartsick, knowing what the end will be, wondering if God will intervene or must we fall to the sword of the pagan deities. Things continue as usual, summer is over, and harvest is coming, but for us, nothing’s changed. We’re still waiting to be rescued. Things continue as usual and just a paltry few feel the raindrops falling.

I weep grief-stricken for those I love as there is nothing that can be done for those dear souls. I could weep day and night for the casualties of ignorant and evil thinking. I’d love to get away and never see the feckless faithless castaways, a congregation of degenerates by choice but then children would be left defenseless victims of progressive love. So I write words to chastise a world gone mad hoping to prick some out of their stupor.

A mighty army of liars lays another layer of propaganda on a mountainous pile of untruths. Even those you love may be suspect in the ongoing assassination of your heart. Friend against friend, brother against brother, no relief, no respite; the story of man, beginning to end.

Jesus Christ is the only Saviour of the world but more importantly our savior of our lives. I have decided to follow Jesus. Though none go with me, still I will follow, no turning back, no turning back.

Here, oh Lord if need be, I wait for you alone.