‘My brothers, you were called, as you know, to liberty; but be careful, or this liberty will provide an opening for self-indulgence.
Serve one another, rather, in works of love, since the whole of the Law is summarised in a single command: Love your neighbor as yourself.’ | Gal 5:13,14
Our forces are defeated even before they get out of bed in the morning.
PICTURE IN YOUR mind for a moment a fictionalized End Times scenario featuring the usual suspects: Bad people with power lording it over good people with no power and only a kernel of hope to their name.
I’ll bet nowhere in the story do you imagine nobody stepping forward to defy the tyrants of oppression. After all, the whole point of a rousing dystopian tale is how the remnant manages to pick itself up and by spit, grit, and whatever polish they can find, mount a stinging comeback against forces too big to fail.
Sure, modern stories are rife with characters wandering around in search of themselves, but the popular yarns (those that remain true to proverbial form) typically present story conflict as a collision of worlds set inside a pre-existing framework of Good vs. Evil.
And that’s because from beginning to end — from the dawn of Creation to the end of human history as magnificently tallied by Holy Scripture — Good & Evil are at war and will remain so as largely determining factors in our lives for as long as the clock ticks.
The point is, Evil exists, and for Good to maintain relative balance — in fiction as in life — and keep the forces of Darkness from going postal for the bloody thrill of it, somehow greater Light must enter the story to conquer the sweltering Night of our involuntary descent and save the day.
HAVING SAID THAT, a woeful lack of non-fictional leadership at this time (what we might reasonably call the crucible of H3ll rising) … seriously limits our chances for survival.
I say this because the rolling barrage started by the Pandemic ghouls features permanent-looking changes to the world peppered with future forebodings by the WEF that point to the end of life as we know it, and many more vacancies by 2030.
At the root of our acute dithering and reluctance to engage in the face of looming evils, I believe, are eroding tissues of a personal and societal nature that reveal a massive hole in our ability to spot the difference between indulgence and independence, and what that means.
I’LL START THIS next part by saying none of us are truly independent.
What most of us are to varying degrees, if we’re honest, is selectively selfish.
Moreover, the belief we are somehow free owing to success in other aspects of our lives is much closer to boasty triumphalism than any real proof of concept.
Let me be perfectly clear when I say that upholding freedom (as opposed to enjoying it) is not about your Twitter profile or how many guns you have, or how you’re a straight-up, no-fcks-given kinda guy, or the cars you own, or the castle you keep. None of that is relevant to the global emergency we now find ourselves in because if it were relevant, we wouldn’t be here, and we certainly wouldn’t be as far down the throat of predatory Globalism as we are now.
No, if all of those things actually mattered, comprising, let’s say, the raw materials of some patriotic alchemy capable of forming itself in response to present dangers, we would be out clearing rubble, burying friends and allies, starting over … and making time to watch or attend all the public trials & hangings.
In a turn of discovery that comes from banging my head against the wall over this (why aren’t we able or willing to force ourselves into whatever mill makes the whole greater than the sum of its parts?), I’ve come to a conclusion about what this vacuum of leadership really means, and it's this: that regardless of how we get on most of us are satisfied to inhabit safe, lazy, amputated lives, being and doing just enough to achieve our ends while letting slide everything else not in the pot of our precious wants and desires.
As a result of this universal surge inwards, we no longer appreciate the benefits of social chivalry that helped make society pleasant & livable — a street, village, town, city, and country that is mine and yours and ours simultaneously because we clung to the same dreams, worked hard, and remember what it took to get here.
Now, it's every man for himself with phones, leaving the majority formationally stunted and emotionally frazzled — like little kids in diapers who do whatever the fck they want and expect someone else to clean up the mess.
And these diapers represent either a latent belief that Government will always be there to pick up the pieces when we need them, or (worse, perhaps) they signify on some level of dying consciousness our innate dread that we know the center can’t break and hold at the same time and are resigned to the whirlwind and let the sh*t fly where it may.
It is, in fact, increasingly unavoidable to ignore that this is Klaus Schwab and Joe Biden’s world now, which is to say — Satan’s sandbox. And the mythology surrounding the idea of nation and our assimilation of once enduring themes such as American Greatness or Canadian politeness & civility, or whatever handsome traits we want to believe define us, all of that is disappearing because the fabric of nationhood is itself disappearing — check that — being forcibly deleted.
Not only is no one coming to save us, beloved, but our Government and their rich friends are planning to obliterate we useless earth-suits, evidenced not just by their fiendish fervor to deliver the killshot, but also by their tightly controlled demolition of human sustainability and life basics (food, money, energy, free speech, bodily autonomy, freedom to travel) needed to wedge us into squalid pens perched at cliff’s edge.
I DON’T BELIEVE leadership is something that hides easily in times of crisis. I do believe we all carry a seed of noble reply that is programmed in each of us to sprout at times of dire threat and Great Evil, much like a cosmic corollary to the falling rain.
But I also know that where real courage counts the cost and pays in cash, we also live in a time of desperate fantasy with most of us enslaved by our feelings so that whatever good that prescient seed of Divine chutzpah is meant to do to up our game, it instead lies stillborn in the acrid soil of our fading humanity, snuffed out by a desire to survive that is completely narcissistic and unhinged from reality.
Tragically, many will choose their blankies of deceptive compromise (exercising postponement and denial in the face of mortal danger) all the way over the lip and into the pit of irretrievable loss.
FOR THE WORLD to fail as dismally as it has to date to meet the Enemy on the field of battle it must first lose its connection to God Who is infinitely ascendant over the flesh and the Devil. The dominant fear so many have to face the Hun (relatively smallish in number) is impelled by this same selfish indulgence and illusion that we can pamper our way to safety; the net effect, in my opinion, of souls roasted in the same buttery lies Satan used to snare us in the first place.
Conversely, the heroism of purpose and committed action is bronzed by a spirit of willing sacrifice, love for each other, and the glory that awaits us on the other side.
The difference between the weak man and the hero straddles a line of personal resignation — One runs to the fire, the other runs away.
There’s never been a more urgent time to chuck our nappies along with our sad, fake lives and join the fight.
Nothing else, in fact, is defensible.
In Him,
Rex
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The Unreported Genocide
by Obsidian_Rex, All Rights Reserved, 2023
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It now blocks any and all responses to any and all of your Tweets.
My response (forgive the foreign characters, I was trying to bypass the censorship):
"Thȁţ's ențiŧlemeňƫ b𝖊ĥaviȍȗr. Essentially demanding people give their hąrd woгǩ for free, whilst refusing to pay to save the human race.
You can't invoke the 'bŕoƙe' card, because if you don't pay hardworkers, they're bŕoƙe too."
I believe Twitter blocks the comment on the grounds I said "entitlement behaviour".