Leviathan
It is time now to level the field, and place all things in perspective. I have painted in very broad
strokes to give you some of the picture; it is a massive undertaking, and cannot be done justice with a
brief excursus. The amount of material it would take to cover the 20th century alone would be
staggering. In reality, this century and its’ predecessor are not the cause of the Leviathan, but rather
form the canvas that reveals it. It was completed in 1907, on Jeckyll Island, where the Federal Reserve
was born. The Fed is not the Leviathan, only part of it. It is the part you see and sense, but is by no
means the Beast itself.
The Leviathan is the ideological, metaphysical, spiritual dimension of evil. It is the complex of
thoughts and desires formed from attaching the load of the human soul to the power of Mammon
instead of Jehovah God. It is the dark, telepathic network of human computers corrupted by the virus of
falleness and sin. It is the masterpiece work of the Adversary of Man-and his apprentice, the church.
Most of you who are standard denominationalists have doubtlessly been formulating your prooftexted arguments and seminarian rebuffs as we have trudged through the madness to get here.
Certainly, you have concocted various hermeneutics to convince yourself that you are immutably
correct in your beliefs, and your doctrine is established truth. I used to be the same way. But now I
have the terrible burden of demolishing the house you have built, if you are one of the many that have
been put under the sway of the Leviathan-as once I was. I ask your forgiveness for what I must now do.
The one and great purpose of the Bride of Christ, the Church, is to bring the souls of men to God. This
she has not only failed, but further has sent them the other way. The building that should have been a
gateway to the glory of God became instead the funnel web of souls to the Gatherer. From the inverted
naïve poured every malediction known to and created by man, its’ every victim drained through the
standard of the inverted cross. Of the uncountable millions sacrificed to the Leviathan, their pitiful cries
echoing through the dark bowels of black steeple, God alone could say. Or the Gatherer, if it has time to
spare from its’ revels.
To those who believe the church is living and potent, I respond thus. Long ago, I saw a cartoon short
from the old days, probably the 40’s. Two mice had eaten so much cheese, they were bloated and did
not want to live anymore. They found a cat to provoke into killing them, but the cat was unnerved by
the affair and ran from them. Eventually, he found a dog to kill him. The dog was confused by this, so
he put on an accountants hat, punched in some numbers on an old adding machine, and declared ‘it just
don’t add up!’.
Church, it just don’t add up. There is no way you can preach a risen Christ and have no power-and
you have no power. The early Church was flush with power; it changed lives and changed the world.
Nothing could stop it. But something surely did. Jesus declares ‘Fear not! For I have overcome the
world!’ So, it was not the world that defeated the Church, since she had her Husband’s authority. If
God is the same, and the world is the same, who is left?
You can shake the cup a million times, but this spills out the same no matter what. The Church lost
its’ way. It married into the world, and the world into it. This is why Jehovah told the Jews not marry
into the Canaanites-His people were to be separate and distinct. But more so, having the power of God,
the church could do far more evil than the world ever could. The natural man is at war with God, but
has amnesty upon his surrender to God’s grace. But what would happen if the agents of that grace
could be coopted and cajoled? You get a double win: for now, not only are the lost not brought to
Christ, they are flung magnetically from Him.
Observe the world in which we live. Who is coming to God? Only in isolated places are there
growths of Christian bodies. In the ‘Christianized’ world, the churches are emptying out, dying off. No
serious body of Christ’s power and resurrection pervades the fabric western societies. I’m not talking
about the size of the congregation; I’m talking about Regenerate people living lives that cause the evils
of the world crumble around it. Our forebears closed the Coliseums-by dying in them. What do we
have today? People so meager that they hope for a Ninja Rapture, because ‘God knows I can’t endure
tribulation’.
Here is the problem in a nutshell: Churchianity promises what it cannot deliver. It’s a bad faith
contract. The brochure, faded and worn, still promises miracles, but the company is out of stock. It’s a
bait and switch. The product reviews for the post-Constantinian church are horrifying.
“It was supposed to bring peace and joy, but instead enslaved my people”-random African
“At least you still have a people”- the Cherokee
“All I know is, I saw this cross and suddenly everyone who didn’t bow before it was stabbed or on firenot sure on the rape”- any given Northman
“That Jesus sure is a mighty Frankish War God-no rape here, thank Wotan” Average Charlemagne
convert
“Yeah, look out for those cross guys. My uncle venerated his ancestors, and got beaten so badly he
couldn’t work again”-Pagan guy, name withheld out of PTSD fear
“We liked it Popeless, but that violated our DRM’s so we were raped, tortured and murdered”Vaudois
“I hated the Pope so much I became one-and you can too!”- John Calvin
“Don’t get me started” John Q Hebrew.
Candidly, you would have to be clinically insane to use this product. You would turn in terror at the
sight of the branding on it. This cannot be the result of the work of the Messiah. A man named Saul
met Christ on the road to Damascus, and this is the review he gave:
“But whatever things were gain to me, those things I have counted as loss for the sake of Christ.
More than that, I count all things to be loss in view of the surpassing value of knowing Christ Jesus my
Lord, for whom I have suffered the loss of all things, and count them but rubbish so that I may gain
Christ”
And
“Not that I speak from want, for I have learned to be content in whatever circumstances I am. I
know how to get along with humble means, and I also know how to live in prosperity; in any and every
circumstance I have learned the secret of being filled and going hungry, both of having abundance and
suffering need. I can do all things through Him who strengthens me.”
Imagine a world where the first reviews were replaced by the second. That is the world as it was.
People faced sword and flame to get to the Way. They abandoned every stratum and station to brave
the worst that could be done to them to find the excellence of Christ-and Rome could do nothing to stop
it. The virus was spreading, and could not be checked. The world was going to transform by the power
of the risen Christ. Who could have stopped this? If you don’t believe the Bride could be responsible,
take a look at the Scriptures. This happened before.
Upon the death of king Ahab, Moab revolted against Jehoram his son. At this, he garnered support
from Jehosaphat of Judah, and went to war subdue king Mesha. The prophet Elisha was consulted, and
after scolding Jehoram, prophesied that Jehovah God would deliver Moab into his hand. The army
went, and was provided with miracles to support it. Then, when all was lost to Mesha, he sacrificed his
son to hurl demonic force at Israel-who got up and went home. They left the field. Despite having been
given the victory, in sight of the power of God, they left. They were the only ones who could prevent
the rhema from being fulfilled.
Don’t be fooled by hucksters-Christ only has one Bride, and that is Israel. He has no qualms about
letting her know when He’s upset. At times He has called her a whore-‘you have spread your legs for
every man who passed your tent’; he even made the Prophet Hosea marry a harlot to show how angry
He was at her infidelities. He scolded six of the seven churches in the Revelation with no words minced.
Don’t believe that He has nothing to say about this.
Consider what He paid to liberate the souls of men from eternal death. His physical torment was
miniscule compared to what faced Him on the cross. Not death-He would not fear that. The Samurai
trained themselves not to fear death, and they were only men. No, He had to do the unthinkable; He
had to be sin in the sight of His Father, whose love had never departed from Him, and thus be cast from
Him in disgust into darkness and the wrath of God. And this, for every soul, to stand in as a scapegoat;
to answer for every crime committed to the satisfaction of the Law. Finally, His blood having been shed
to expiate all humanity, He tore the veil of temple; in this, He opened the Way, so that any who would
might enter God’s presence with a perfect atonement, a blood offering on the doorpost to triumph over
death itself.
Can you imagine what He will say to someone who tramples this to ruin by their works? Please do
not make the error of thinking that Grace means God has changed right and wrong: Grace eradicates the
indemnity created by the wrong. Being forgiven does not mean you get to skip merrily along like
nothing happened; the consequences of the deed are not covered in the policy. If you murder
someone, Grace will rectify you with God; but what will you do when you meet that person’s family? Do
you think they will act as if nothing happened? Do you think you will? Paul, the finest of God’s men,
lamented murdering Christians long after he was forgiven of it. He knew well the wages of sin; it kills
some part of you that you will not get back on this side of the grave.
Now pan out and look at it again on a national level. What purview shall the King of Kings yield, upon
judging the wrongs before Him, when He must behold the history of Man? What dread tocsin shall he
levy when He requires an answer of men to His demand that humanity act rightly? The justice of
Jehovah God is absolute: it divides field from field, boson from boson. Nothing escapes it, nothing
evades it, and nothing denies it. Can you conceive of what fury must drive the righteous and holy God
when He beholds such depravity that even a fallen man must turn from it in disgust at its’
wretchedness?
But, even worse still, with what must He contend when His generous and invaluable offer to redeem
the fallen man from his appointment with Judgment is thrown to scorn and rebuke by the insufferable
iniquity of those called to uphold it? Do you believe He will have nothing to say? You don’t know the
man, then. For this He said to Israel of old:
“My Name is blasphemed amongst the Gentiles because of you.”
We are rightly thankful for the blood of Christ, which staves of the angel of death, the terrible
Judgment that awaits the unregenerate. Even so, every man must give an account of his life; for God
will judge every work, whether it be good or evil; and He is no respecter of persons. Thanks be to God,
through faith in the Good News, that Jesus (Yeshua), is the Messiah, the Anointed One, we can pass
from death into life. But faith comes by hearing, and hearing by the Word.
That is where the rubber hits the road. That is where my quest began. Knowing, through
apocolypsos, that Jesus is the Messiah, that I have been delivered from Judgment into life eternal, I find
it reasonable to share this opportunity with everyone who would benefit from it-which is everyone. As
a young man, I was considerably more enthusiastic about it. Over the years, I have found something
repeating itself over and over, until it began to be an unavoidable obstacle on my mental landscape. A
question that could not be answered.
Why would anyone refuse this offer?
Seriously. This should sell itself: I shouldn’t even have to work at it. It’s a mail in. Who wouldn’t
want to simultaneously avoid the wrath of God and live a real life superior to this wretched one forever?
Strangely, no one does. Amazingly, people just aren’t interested in this. Or, more accurately, they
aren’t interested in hearing about it. This intrigued me. Why is it that every time I say the words Jesus,
Bible, or Christian/ity, they go into one of two defense postures: either they go torpid, play possum, or
try to sever a limb like a lizard to escape; or, their eyes electrify like a robot connected to a computer
grid that is shutting me out the second they hear the code words. A few go into Celtic fury and scream a
lot.
I just couldn’t understand why this was. Why are they reacting like this? I checked the Word, and it
does say that natural man is adversarial to the spiritual things. But everyone who is Regenerated began
as a natural man. I was more adversarial than most: in fact, I was a Satanist before I was a Christian.
And yet, He drew me close, to be His son. Despite my unyielding hatred for Him, the Gospel won me
over. So this puzzled me greatly. What could be causing this electrical interference? Why do people
flee from the one thing that can deliver them from death?
I had my eyes opened one day. I was working overnights in a Gas station in South Carolina, and made
acquaintances with a local chef named Will. Will and I struck it up a few times when he stopped in from
work, and he began to enlighten me on things I never knew existed. Things I was relatively certain
couldn’t exist-because surely I would have heard about things like these. After all, we have a watchdog
in the mainstream media, right? Right…
So much has been distanced from public view that it becomes laughable to challenge conspiratorial
thought. Think about this: if I said the three-headed king of Martian gopherbots was attacking your city,
would you panic? Would you run ceaseless counterintelligence through custom designed mouthpieces
to discredit it? Would you create a campaign of pervasive scorn and derision to keep people from
looking into it? No, you would say ‘That’s dumb’ and move on. It would not occupy another moment of
your time.
The effort to keep people from honest inquiry and debate should tell you that someone is up to no
good. ‘When a man does what is right, he does so in the light’ says Jesus. ‘When a man does wrong, he
does so in darkness.’ Call me crazy, but that just makes sense. Fortunately, the Internet is unshackled,
not for lack of trying on the part of Obsequious Hill. This is the only place you find ideas competitive to
the establishment narrative, which is critical to the functioning of a Republic. It was in perusing the
information Will had discovered that I encountered alternate media, and with this the access to
knowledge I could scarcely believe.
One of the things that still amazes me is the resistance of Christian people to conspiracy debates. It’s
like someone saying ‘I’m a disciple of Henry Ford, but I don’t believe in automation.’ If you believe what
the Bible teaches about the falleness of man, why wouldn’t you think people were conspiring?
Conspiracy is an act of intellect; it would be hard to respect the power of humanity if they DIDN’T
conspire. What kind of moron says ‘Eh, let’s do it the hard way! With lots of risk and exposure! And
let’s be honest and up front about it-in fact, let’s document everything and publish it!’ A rational,
educated person should always conclude that conspiracy is the most effective way to do anything.
Conspiracies diffuse and enervate resistance. Despite how logical this sounds, people still believe that
since there isn’t obvious, irrefutable evidence falling out of the sky, a conspiracy theory has to be false
by default.
Part of it is fear. People will not face something that horrifies them-and the loss of comfort and
stability horrifies most people. Sometimes, people fear the bottomless malice of those who have the
power to do them limitless harm-and that is the fear I must face shortly. I have prayed for the courage
to meet it head on, relying on the strong arm of Christ for what might I lack to press on.
In travelling this new world, I began to acquire the knowledge I sought about the question. The
established pattern of the details became clear: that people across the breadth of human history had
been systematically injured by the Constantinian church. The Cross, the standard of the Son of Man,
had become anathema to many who had seen it, a great many in their final moments. What should
have been the cherished icon of triumph over evil became synonymous with it. This is more than the
natural man hating God’s judgment; this was the rational response to utter debasement. After a while,
it became undeniable: the only entity capable of desecrating the Gospel to disrepute was the church
itself.
It was here that I saw the charnel vortex spewing forth from the inverted church, dragging the souls
of men unto the Gatherer. There, I saw the Stratagem. Looking upon the nightmare plate of black
lidless eyes, its’ thick hairy stalks spread across the gulf of Hell. And below the lifeless orbs, the wet,
sated fangs, undulating softly, pulsing in sickly triumph over the victims fed it by the church. This was
the creature Satan sought to birth; it needed only a surrogate mother to raise it.
If you object, answer this one question: what darkness ever came of the works of Jesus and the
Apostles? These men all died in their faith, harming no one. The misdeeds of the Constantian church
bear little resemblance to its’ forbear. We are instructed in the Scripture that we are to conform to the
image of Christ. This has not been the pattern observed in history since Constantine. The image of the
church is one of avarice, brutality, arrogance and psychosis.
Would there have been converts to the Way if Jesus and the Apostle’s had acted in this manner? The
Romans would have been begged to destroy them, and not by pagans fearing the end of their idol
making. Everyone would have united to annihilate them, and none would have sought them out as
souls worthy to follow. Ironically, this is exactly what will soon occur.
The church has closed the door on the Way. She made it so detestable that few will seek it out,
leaving the world to die forever. I know this, because the Revelation tells us that mankind does not
repent. The souls of the lost do not get harvested. This is why I am hard on the church. One day, I will
appear before God, and give an account of my life. This I do not look forward to; even though I shall be
Regenerated, even sharing the Divine Essence, I must recount all I have done here, whether it be good
or evil. That will be a hard day to face.
But even worse, when the Great Judgment comes, and all mankind is divided according to their re or
de generation, I am going to look to my right entering into eternity, and in almost all certainty see most
of the people I have known in life wafting into the flames. You cannot know agony until you see
someone you know as a friend, all the while having to brace for that awful moment when they depart
forever into God’s wrath. And this, because the Gospel was trampled into the dirt, for an arrangement
of molecules appealing to the eye, or for satisfying the ego. For convenience and its’ master,
rationalization. For every vice condemned by God Almighty and cherished by the church.
Do you see it now, the Stratagem? The church is the perfect counterattack to the Gospel. When it is
preached in the power of the Holy Spirit, it cannot be stopped. It forces to submission all before it,
leveling all obstacles, a mighty tide bringing souls to Christ to live forever. When brought into disgrace
by hypocrisy and perfidy, it proves a double evil; for not only are the lost not saved, but they become
convinced that it is correct to do so. For who will believe a lie? What is more egregious a falsehood
than to uphold with the mouth what the deed deserts?
The Stratagem-the inverted church-has made it unthinkable to consider the Way a reality. How can
those who know nothing of God find Him when every aspect of His Way has been demonstrated as the
instruments of terror? In the abandonment of reason consecrated by the church, a new religion found
room to grow and thrive. Do we lack the Truth, that we feared a bone? Or was it simplistic, pietistic
laziness that stopped us from giving an account of our faith? Or did we just stop living it? How did the
world find a way to find more credit in a fossilized insect that in the Resurrection power of Jesus Christ?
They could not defeat the empowered church. They gave up on the Way because we showed them
how to. In the rite of the Pharisee, we fulfilled what Jesus said to them:
“Woe to you, scribes and Pharisees, hypocrites, because you travel around on sea and land to make
one proselyte; and when he becomes one, you make him twice as much a son of hell as yourselves.”
You can argue what you want: here is the Truth. Daniel was thrown to the lions because his enemies
knew-KNEW-who he was by his faith. A city on a hill cannot hidden. You are the light of the world; but
if the light that is in you be darkened, how great will that darkness be? It is this simple: you cannot
blame this on ‘bad eggs’ or ‘lone gunmen’. This is a systematic plan, contrived by an entity with the
capacity to stand in the Shekinah presence of Jehovah God (thus rendering it able to process infinite
data) undestroyed. This scheme has been nuanced by temptation, but effectuated by human agents.
In fact, I would go so far to say that the actors ad libbed most of the script. This is monument built one
brick at a time.
One of those bricks is mine. I forged it with expert craftsmanship, through a trite, vapid, pointless
life. I’ve led a meaningless existence, void of the power inherent to Gospel I received. I’ve failed to
impact the lives of those around me in a way that declares the Resurrection of Jesus Christ. I’m a donothing slob who never cared to stop and ask what I could be doing to make a difference. And these are
just sins of omission; these are separate from the other kind, where I have certainly put my spade into
darker and richer soil. In all likelihood, I am as much to blame for the people in my life not believing the
Gospel as the Papacy or Calvin; these never had the opportunity to witness Christ, and I did.
I also helped build the Leviathan. After the 9-11 attacks, I joined in the crusade to destroy the
wicked and make the world safe for democracy. A die hard Republican since Ronald Reagan, I saw this
in black and white terms, white hats and black. I was furious-even though I considered New Yorkers
snooty and effete-for they were Americans; the sacred bond of our Republic engendered sanguine
potency to my frame, and I could not find peace with any resolution that did not involve the absolute
destruction of those responsible. This was indeed an attack on freedom itself; although at the time, I
did not know how true this was.
When the time came that the culprits of the crime were announced through the media pawns, I was
ready to hurl hell at them. I was ready to stand with Leviathan. As always, it wants the human to create
the evil so it has lasting power, and it succeeded here masterfully. It had the church ready to move to
the crowning achievement of it plans; it just needed the right nudge to bring us in. All it required was
finding the one group of people on Earth that no one who say a word about unleashing limitless havoc
against, who had been groomed from the beginning for this purpose. These of course are the Arabs.
In them, Americans found a right and ready Emmanuel Goldstein; and moreover, because of their
affiliation with Islam, the church not only failed to oppose atrocities, but led the way in erecting them.
The long standing agreements of rule by law were hurled to sea as Christians gleefully approved of the
debasement of people of which they disapproved. To be fair, the narrative crafted by the controllers
was as convincing a propaganda triumph as any with which they had ever perverted the human mind.
Americans like good guys and bad guys, and easily definable conflicts. Just ask Hollywood; they have
formulaically generated untold billions giving the people what they want to see. This in turn allows
them to control what people want to see. The fact that you think Hollywood is run by liberals is a great
example of how powerful narrative is.
The demonic rectangle in your living room is its’ ally. It tells you what is news-and leaves out what
you don’t need to know. Thus, when they tell you that ‘Americans don’t torture’, this becomes the
unchallenged norm. Later, if you find out we do, well, it’s ok because we need to. Later, if you find out
that it isn’t necessary, but expedient, well…they are Arabs. And Arabs, as the rectangle tells us, are all
crazy people following this insane religion that makes them violent and dangerous. They’ll kill us all if
they get a chance, so indefinite detention and rendition is ok as long as the white hats win.
Keep this in mind, because you will hear this again one day-when the television projects holographic
interactive news from the Antichrist (or perhaps it will beam directly into your mind by then), and its’
you they are talking about. When the FEMA trucks roll up, and they inform you are on the Red List, try
to be of good cheer, since you helped to build this. Maybe I’ll see you in the death chamber; we can
reminisce about how we heartily endorsed all this when we thought it was going to be used against
someone else. Perhaps we will find a moment of peace in understanding what it is like to be the object
of the most powerful narrative ever construed.
I endorsed everything the Puppident sold to the people about the black hats. At that time the office
of Puppident was held by ‘W’, a man I looked up to. I had no reason to believe that the leader of the
Free World was coronated by the controllers. Everything Bush said made sense to me; it fit into the
psychological and spiritual landscape of my person. Under Reagan, I went to college with unbridled
optimism. The sky was the limit, and the future was wide open. I believed in America, through and
through. I was dismayed by the treatment of the Indians, but held the fabric of American people to be
just. I was forced educate myself roundly on the slavery issue to disabuse people of the polemic that it
was an American problem. Through it all, I battled liberal after liberal in the defense of the great
American Republic. Today, I still wax sentimental about this adopted land of mine, who received by
family a century ago, and the greatness it has achieved in every field of endeavor known to man.
I was a dupe. That is as plainly as I can put it. Not that what I thought is false; in truth, the American
people had to be manipulated into the state of affairs today. But we have been bled of the mighty
blood that sired us. Like Rome, we traded our conscience along with our Republic. We let the masters
of narrative channel our destiny, for almost two centuries. The riverbed of this tidewater flowed
through the Puritan soul, the desire for the millenarian kingdom, for New Jerusalem on Earth. For a land
ruled by God, His Law as The Law. You can hear the call, echoing through the cults and sects of the 19th
century. Listen as it rustles across the Christian soul, thrilling every fiber, the call of the Promised Land,
and the Holy Mountain, Zion.
In 2004, I worked for the Bush campaign. I was no one important; I did cold calls, data entry, and
helped with headcount for media events. One of my primary motivations was the belief that God had
sent W to save us from the heathens. I should note that there was and is much from which to be saved.
My values are the same, which put me in direct opposition to many things the world considers
permissible. The salient point is that I was a node point for Leviathan. I had no idea what I connected
to. Please do not take this as a partisan statement; there are just as many Democrats and liberals who
are dupes as well, perhaps more so, as a liberal must face the inculcated current of the worship of one’s
own intellect that doubtlessly informs them that they are to intelligent to be duped.
When we had ‘won’, I was relieved. The Good Fight would go on. I watched the coverage with
delight as a young couple from Ohio wept on election night; to me, they were obviously godless liberals
who were making abortion sandwiches with gay meat for the Eco-Feminist Druids of the Exalted Darwin
meetings. Seriously, I really hated those two; and if you had asked me, I could not tell you why. I was
caught in the snare. It is only much later that I can look back and ask that question. There was no
reason possible, except that I had been bifurcated by an intelligence of supernumerary aplomb. Even
so, it was I who chose to hate them. It was agreeable to me. They were the Black Hats.
Everyone does this. It doesn’t matter who you are, you have people in your sights as the Root of All
Evil. Our whole society is bifurcated. Our government is comprised of two parties, who when in control
of the mechanism of rule attempt to abnegate the inclusion of the other. The minority party sabotages
the majority long enough to regain power, and be paralyzed themselves. Meanwhile, the Federal
Executive Imperatorship makes de facto laws to govern without consent. Slowly, the country slides
closer to tyranny, with no effective remedy to check it.
I was ok with this. In fact, I argued that the Republic should transform into a Christian Fascist
Dictatorship. I felt comfortable in asserting this, since I believed that it as the only way to eliminate the
chaos rampant in the land. I wanted the New Jerusalem, a Holy Land of my own. And I didn’t care who
or what was used to pave the way.
It was the next year that I ended up in South Carolina. The gas station in which I worked was part of a
chain owned by a Palestinian family. I was frightened by them at first: I wasn’t sure where they had
hidden their bombs. Obviously, that was why they were here, right? Then, something amazing
happened: they didn’t blow anything up. More outrageously, they filled out paperwork and griped
about taxes. What was their evil plan? After a while, I found myself doubting their intent to blow
something up, and started talking to them. This was also when I met Will.
One night, Ahmed came in to help me get a giant order processed. Ahmed was a young man, in his
twenties, and was involved with the kinds of things the demographic pursues. Namely, beer, strip clubs,
and football-the American kind. He was overweight, smoked, drank rivers of coffee, worked one job
while running his own coffee house and never slept. He was college educated, didn’t believe the Quran
was actually written by God, and wanted to get quit working for his uncle and be his own man. In short,
he was an American. If you were in a poorly lit room that would obfuscate his pigmentation, you could
never deduce he was not a native born citizen of the United States. We had some downtime before the
order came, and as we passed it in conversation, I realized this man was a normal human being. He was
the kind of person I would have hung out with in my twenties. He was in every respect a real person.
What shocked me about this was that I was surprised by that. I was at a loss at why this was
revelatory. I had met Arabs before. I participated in two Model Arab Leagues in college in DC, and had
even won a minor award as Lebanon in 90. Why did I have to rediscover this? It took me some time to
come to an answer, because I was in so deep I couldn’t see it. Leviathan.
This is the pervasive power of the Gatherer of Souls. As stated, I was a Satanist. I don’t mean that I
fronted for a poser band and had sex with fat Wiccan girls. I served Satan. I took communion with
demons, and held rites of desecration of bibles and religious items. I learned magic from my familiar,
and led others to do the same. I formed our coven when I was 12. I hated God with every molecule in
my form, and had found the means to express it with vigor.
Then, in the manner available to the Lord of Hosts alone, He extended the riches of His mercy to me,
and delivered me from death to life everlasting. Filled with the Grace of His Spirit, I began to live for the
first time. Not without falling, to be certain; not without failings or sin. But at no point did I ever believe
I would ever-EVER-serve my old master again. Not on pain of death. Even so, I fell into the power of the
Leviathan. Its’ sonorous buzzing lulled my mind to sleep, and I dreamed a dream of darkness. And that
ebon rest awakened in me a worse evil than before, for it seemed to me as righteousness.
I have written this for the benefit of those who may as yet be in its’ grasp. It may be hard to see or
detect. It creeps so silkily and inkily that its’ paripetations are almost unnoticeable. You usually have
only one chance to catch it before it skitters atop you skull, and affixes to your mind. There, it undulates
and weaves, wrapping around your mind spool after spool of hate, bifurcating your reality through the
darkened lens it makes of your soul. Soon it isn’t enough to have one enemy; you need more and more
to further define yourself, until suddenly you become the only one left who is in the right. If you are
experiencing this, let go and follow Christ. The longer you stay connected to Leviathan, the worse you
are going to feel when you disconnect.
When you are under its’ sway, you form a node point for the Beast. This operates as a computer
language, transponding spiritually through media to reinforce the control of the node. Your
enslavement is made inveterate through the repeated mantras by which you were first ensnared. You
begin interlocking with like transmissions, replicating the code. It short, you stop being you; you begin
to be a vessel for the control. This is accomplished slowly and sure, so as not to disturb you from your
slumber; for there is no slave as diligent as one who believes he is free.
So, when people start running at cross purpose to your node, you see them as an enemy, a violator,
an alien amongst you. This happens on both the left and right. As society bifurcates, the Other
becomes increasingly dehumanized, a plague to be destroyed. The church is usually at the forefront of
the attack, and it is because of the victory of Mammon over it. To clarify, avarice is not acquiring
wealth; that is attainable by honest employ. Avarice is the willingness to do anything to get wealth,
even what is wrong. It is the valuing of wealth over all things, at the cost of all things.
It has been demonstrated historically that the human creature can be bought to enact any depravity
conceivable. This is the power of money, to cajole, corrupt and lastly to prestidigitate. Mammon is the
master of Illusion, as you will see shortly. Consider for a moment how the church views money. The
angriest voices in election years often come from churchulons, the product of the modern church
complex. They are not angry that people in half the world drink out of human filth, cannot read and are
routinely victimized by the worst of the human breed. They are indifferent to genocides, depravity and
mayhem of epic proportions elsewheres on Earth. They are infuriated by impositions on their standard
of living.
It is intellectually indefensible to tax people to pay for non-essential gratuities. Tax protestors are in
the mental right to reject the sophomore notion that the government has either the right or the ability
to manage wealth. That being said, the issue at hand is not one of political discourse. It is one of faith.
Regardless of your particulars in life, you are the subject of a massive test called life. This test reveals
who you are; to do this, it offers you opportunities. These give you choices, and the results of those
choices comprise your character.
Money has ruined the character of the church. The seductive power of the American standard of
living has led so very many to the Gatherer, who happily accepts another node in the network. As
always, a churchulon is the optimal slave, since it makes the best case for not believing the Gospel. How
many people rant and fume about money all day long, hurling limitless rage at the people causing them
this agony. There are children across the planet who have watched their parents murdered and thrown
in piles, then forced to join the army that butchered their family. There are women sold as chattel to
slave rings who die drugged up prisoners in a cell. There are men cut to pieces for being the wrong
religion in the wrong place. I imagine if you asked Christ, He would probably tell you to stop kvetching
about the 2 percent and maybe deal with some of those problems.
But that is the point. Leviathan does not want you thinking about Jesus-at least the variety that
condemns avarice. Prosperity Christ is A-OK. Prosperity Christ rubber stamps the defense of standard
of living. He’s ok with you denigrating people as a ‘tax burden’. You can be as hostile as you want to the
untouchables, because they must be unsaved if their poor. If they believed the Gospel, they’d be driving
a big car to worship in the big church.
How would your life look, if you could see it from front to back, knowing that all the wealth and
power you scrambled for was worth absolutely nothing? Would you continue down the merry road of
greed? Would you subsidize any action to defend your way of life? Would you legitimize arrogance and
savagery? This is a salient question, for you will soon see how relevant it is. When that day comes, and
you stand amidst the shattered rubble of your worldly dreams, having nothing left of your character that
is not impugned and no scrap of dignity or decency left to barter, what will you believe?
Jesus tells the story of the man who filled his barn to enjoy his life of wealth. When he has
succeeded, God says ‘you fool! This night your soul is required of you. Now what you have stored will
go to someone else.’ Remember that saying ‘fool’ to your brother can endanger you to Hell. This is as
pointed a statement as He could make. There is a reason Jesus and the Apostles keep warning about
wealth. This is the devouring of which Peter spoke.
Throughout history, man has thirsted for gold. Gold gives you power. Gold gives you eminence, and
prestige, and influence. Gold gets you what you want. Gold puts you on top of the heap. Gold fulfills
your desires. Gold also lied to you, thoroughly and convincingly. It is written that in the end days,
people will turn from the Truth; this will happen when the churches come crashing down in the
inevitable disintegration of money itself.
Remember what we discussed: you must control the value of the money. From the moment the first
coin was struck, money began a death spiral. The introduction of money as store of value transformed
the bartering of pelts into economies able to support diverse, complex labor. This gave societies
explosive growth, but with that came the nagging problem of how to value that labor. Is a work day
equal in value, regardless of trade or vocation? Obviously, that would be idealistic. Someone is going to
want more value from their labor; thus, disparities arise. This leads to one person being able to buy a lot
more because his labor commands more money.
Inevitably, the distance between value and reward of labor causes inflation. Prices keep getting
raised to accrue more money, which causes labor to require more reward to afford the prices. This is
not a modern phenomenon. Rome was ravaged by inflation in the 3rd century. It is endemic to any
post-bartering system to experience inflation. Furthermore, once it has set in, you cannot put the snake
back in the basket. You can charm it on the Phillips Curve by raising unemployment, but it still remains
poised and deadly, ready to strike when the flute stops playing.
This is the natural curve of things. Now, imagine being able to manipulate this effect. Imagine being
able to create an institution whose purpose was to do so. You don’t have to imagine it, because we
have the Federal Reserve Bank. This entity requires little introduction. For those still unacquainted, it
controls the money supply of the United States-which is the base currency of planet earth.
This was devised at the Bretton Woods conference in 1945. There, the controllers began to groom
their plans into maturity. The plan was formulated over many meetings, including the seminal cabal at
the Bilderberg hotel in Germany. It is here the controllers would acquire their nom de plume from the
few who knew of them. Working slowly and tirelessly, these ‘Bilderbergers’, aimed for a conquest of the
sum of planet Earth. Their mechanism would be an economic one, called incrementalism. This is a
paced, methodical strategy, by which they undermine the ‘Free World’ by undermining their economies.
This they would achieve through the deflation of the dollar.
Some may have noticed that I write from an Amerocentric point of view. Obviously, I have a natural
bias towards my native land. However, it is more than this: America is, for all and intents and purposes,
the world. Guffaw if you will; I will answer you derision with a single word, and you will be silenced.
Petrodollar.
For those unaware of this item, let me explain. President Richard Nixon created the Petrodollar in
1973, when he successfully lobbied King Faisal of Saudi Arabia to get OPEC countries to only accept
dollars for oil. This created an international need for the dollar, making it incredibly strong. It also
began eroding American industries as a consequence. Nations with weakened currencies produced
cheap goods, with which American industries could not compete. This effect was offset by the insane
seniorage generated by the petrodollar system for about 30 years.
Just before this, Nixon had removed the United States from the Gold Standard. This disconnected the
wealth of the United States from real substance, and opened the door for fiat currency. This is what we
live in today. It is money valued at exactly what the Federal Reserve says it is, which shorty shall be
zero.
At the writing of this record, ‘Helicopter Ben’ has enacted QE3, the latest in the line of ‘Quantitative
Easings’. This is Doublespeak for printing money. The death spiral has hit the gas in the curve.
Whenever a new dollar is printed, every existing dollar loses a fraction of its value. This causes the
people holding dollars to lose their investment; further, since the printed money has to be assumed by
someone, it must either be bought as debt by foreign investors, or absorbed by the Fed. As long as our
debt is purchased, the money can flow; but eventually-soon-they will stop, and hyperinflation will begin.
When that day comes, the house of cards folds. Say goodbye to your standard of living. This will also
happens if the Petrodollar system is reversed, which several countries on Earth are poised to do, such as
the BRICS compact. Or they just recall their debt. No matter how you slice it, the end of the parade is
here. This is what they have planned for, and it has come to pass. They have destroyed the one
obstacle that stood in their way, the American Middle Class.
Aristocrats don’t like middle class people. They don’t make for good serfs. They are literate, which
destabilizes the control offered by the church mechanism. They earn their money, which embarrasses
the idle recipients of past glories. They vie for shares of the power commodity, which threatens the
weak and arrogant. Worst of all, they occasionally wreck the party by popping up with some values.
They have the brazen nerve to hold people to account for grossly terrifying misdeeds, which are the
staple of aristocratic taste.
So, what is one to do? That pesky America, uncontrolled by a monarchy, causing all kinds of
problems with their Puritan upbringing and Scientific adolescence; surely, this ruddy New Worlder could
be tamed. This they contemplated, and through ceaseless devotion to Satan, coupled with drive of the
consummate sadist, they summoned the Leviathan. And lo, did it work its’ evil on the hearts of the
people. The values that gave us our strength were eroded, purchased for a handful of silver.
Theodore Roosevelt, who was in my estimation our finest President, said this:
“Our flag is a proud flag: where it is now, or ever has been,
Let Tyranny never be seen again.”
Roosevelt saw the rise of the Leviathan. He saw the darkness creeping in at the doorstep. His battles
against corruption are the rote of the American character. Born a sickly child, he learned how to fight
through any circumstance, and valued failure as a tutor for success. When he died, Vice President
Marshall said of him: “Death had to take Roosevelt sleeping, for if he had been awake, there would have
been a fight.” Despite his compulsion to combat indecency and graft, there was one fight he was losing.
The American people were beginning to change. They were falling under the spell of Leviathan. In
lament, he reflected in these words:
“Probably the greatest harm done by vast wealth is the harm that we of moderate means do
ourselves when we let the vices of envy and hatred enter deep into our own natures.”
This was the one fight he couldn’t win-chiefly, because it wasn’t his to fight. It was the duty of the
church. But the fix was in on this fight, and there would be stopping the Gatherer. The leadership in
moral fiber intended for the church to display was trampled and made unseasoned salt. The
Charismatic movements of the 20th century arose from the prosperity apostasy, as the mainline
churches began to dwindle. The right entrenched in fear and loathing, as the left abandoned the
Scripture as the Word of God. And thus, the ability of Christian people to adequately battle the evil of
the world was rendered inert, laughable, then finally void.
The Leviathan has achieved its’ goal. The world now identifies the church with the status quo-with
Babylon herself. For she has caused the kings of the Earth to drink of the cup of her fornications. By
manipulation of information and moral integrity, America has been corrupted into the role of
international hitman. We now subvert democracy in the name of democracy, destroying freedom to
preserve it, and make war on people in the name of God for making war on people in the name of Allah.
No, they aren’t the same persons: but the process remarkably is. We criticize human rights violations in
countries we don’t use for extreme rendition and cheaply manufactured goods. We scorn ‘Banana
Republics’ as inferior politically while our congress spinelessly rubber stamps dictatorship powers amidst
running ass-first to service what every lobbyist has bought and paid for them.
The church had the authority to change the world. But it got a taste of the good life, and showed the
lost how right they were to be so. The church is the worst salesman ever for the Way; it came to move
product, but instead bought into the opposition. This is cow and magic beans on an epic fail.
Conversely, it is a master promoter of disbelief. It can’t keep the shelves stocked with ‘Proves
Christianity is a Myth’.
The party is about over for the churchulons. When the hyperinflation vacuums out the last of the
middle class’s savings, and dollars are worth as much as their molecules will support in flammability,
then we will see who really believes the Gospel of Christ. With the demise of the welfare state comes
the demise of the 503c, nothing will be spared. With bible gatherings in homes already running afoul of
zoning laws, the Regenerate will have to meet in the catacombs again. The pew warmers, the socialites,
the ‘blab it and grab it’ crowd-I’ll be waiting to see you at the gatherings when it may cost you your life
to attend..
When we look back, what will be the legacy of the church? We have three centuries of good works
and power, followed by a world abandoned to its’ own devices. If Sam joined us, what would he, a
neutral observer, say in all this? Would he believe that Christ was risen? Would he believe that He
lives? Would he sift through the nihilism, the drugs, the porn, the graft, the hatred, the violence, the
rapine and brigandage that were supposed to be replaced by the Spirit of God and be able to honestly
say that we made a difference here at all? Some did, to be sure. Some carried the flame on in faith, a
remnant. Sam may give us that; but he would be lying to say that we were the Church God intended.
This is the reality anyone Regenerate must face. As to the churchulons, I conclude with this.
In the end, I hope you find that it was worth it. After all the madness, all the grief, all the betrayal-I
hope it was satisfactory. After all the arrogance, all the greed, all the lust for power and the things of
this world-I hope it was a good time. When the money becomes extinct, and won’t buy a nanosecond of
time or a quark of matter, I hope you can look back say ‘it was worth it. All the mad scrambling for
power and vanity, all the dirty deals and how we taught the world it was good-‘solid’. All the people in
this world who lost their lives and humanity , by commission or omission, under the watch of the
church, who needed a hope from God, but were left to rot in Hell-‘well, I’m all right’ The end of money
is also the end of largesse, so the liberal churches will disappear as well. No one will be interested in
hermeneutics and homiletics, in Bible-denying Christianity and the logical conundrums of
interpretational dervishes. The feel good religion will not survive in the atavistic environment of the
Technosphere. As the churches empty, the last phase of the plan will set in. If you think things have
been bad up till now, you may not have the stomach for what lies ahead.
The Leviathan is the Gatherer of Souls, but for whom does it gather? Remember, a Stratagem is
designed as a brilliant stroke to decisively subdue the enemy. We have seen the Stratagem at work; the
monstrous arachnid waiting at the bottom of the inverted church. As unbelievable as this sounds, given
all that we have seen, the final act still waits. This was all done to accomplish something even darker
than the horror we have beheld. We have seen the pattern: the abused becomes the abuser. From
Rome to Papacy to Churches Gone Wild, the mantle of sadism has passed. The final chapter of human
history involves the people who have suffered the consistent brunt of it, who were rent to ruin by the
Constantian hammer, and are very presently about to inherit the world that vexed and tormented them.
It is critical that you understand something here and now. A Zionist is not always a Jew, and vice
versa. The two are not interchangeable. Though in the Venn diagram they often intersect, it is not
acceptable to lump them together. A Jew is someone born of Hebrew lineage; a Zionist is a collaborator
with the Network built by Leviathan. Those who are both are Zionists; those who resist the Network are
the Remnant. These two shall battle for the future of Humanity-and each shall have a Messiah on their
side.
I ask now in holy prayer for the courage from Jesus the Lord to write what I now must write. I have
combatted my fearfulness to the end of my strength, and can only go with the might of His arm to
uphold me. I am about to cross the most dangerous people who have ever lived. The havoc and wrath
they can hurl upon me is powered by the deepest, darkest Hell; and having bound themselves fast to
Satan, there is no doubt sustainable about their willingness to unleash it. I must nonetheless persist, as
those who went before did against lion and flame.
May God be my helper. Beware, the Technosphere.