Are we hoodooed?
Let’s
see…
(2020
was a double hoodoo)
2021
“Agenda 21”
2022
triple hoodoo
2023
2+5= “Lucky 7”
2024
2+6= 8-the-Octagon
Mathematics fused with nature feeds the minion dupes of their Fallen tranny-god. With gematria, their dates and times, their ritualistic woo-woo, they swoon.
Time, timed to a mechanical motion of astral bodies in space; “thing-orbs” so essential, so will-deterministic, laden with occult joo-joo; spirit auras bound-to-matter, mattering so much to them—on it goes—on and on and on.
With their fetishes, their curse-chants, their bio-sacrifices-to-Satan, false-light-Lucifer rules as mind parasites within, to bind planet Earth as an imposserus Egyptian-Gaia-goddess would bind “her” consorts.
Oh they love their names, their numbers, their symbols-hidden-in-plain-sight; their “predictive programming”-psy-op-dark intel-agents who bow down to that black barking dog of hell, with its darkly glowing eyes and blackened soul's reptilian heart. It murmurs out a muffled incantation while around “him” they dance a techno-dance-macabre. Early-on, carried away by melodious lust, to illusory, imagistic delusions of The Beautiful, minions gather in praise of their new dupe-dope: Ahriman.
And the secret societies, those diabolic schemers, act as planners, stewards, tour-guides-of-the-abyss; apple-eating-seed-spitters. They and their geometry prance-on, with hammer-and-sickle compass, and their cassock-and-surplice guise of fakery and festooned Tom Foolery! These are the damned; the unrepentant; those fixated-and-fixed by their triangulated-eye.
THEY LIVE—and it is THEY who are hoodooed.
For what of God who sees, who hears all? Our omni-present omnipotens Dei? What of the human beans with Faith in the Triune God of truth, goodness, beauty—wrapped in “flesh” as Father/Son; and Holy Spirit as “Ghost”—almighty and merciful, transcendent and immanent: God-from-God, Light-from-Light, TrueGod-from-TrueGod?
Our Lord God’s mystical embrace of number, symbol, kosmos, figurative and transfigurative language, abides-yet-transcends-and-makes-meaningless the pantomime of profaners’ devices. The Deity does not linger there. (No loiterer He!).
Consciousness-in-Spirit is soul. And The Power of Soul is more than “mere” consciousness. This Earth is but the Creator’s dream; its saboteurs but negative ion charged particles swarming-in-time-yet-repulsed into infinity, by-and-by. And Creation pulses forward, outward; its devolving evolutions spawn creativity in Spirit via liberty, free will, and justice.
Patriots of Faith, may we thus welcome the arrow-of-time in this way. On this New Year's Day of Anno Domini 2021 we truly and proudly say to one another and to all: “Happy New Year!"
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