The slaughter in New Zealand is not what it appears, and certainly not what most news outlets and commentators tell you it is. The people who really know will surely not tell us.
We are fallen creatures, incapable of living on this earth in peace. No one should be surprised at the savagery of some. Violence and warfare are inevitable. Even the mere notion that peace is possible is a primary lie of the Devil. Things could surely be better, but peace is not possible. The one hope for any measure of peace is in Biblical Law, that Flaming Sword of the Spirit at the gate of Eden.
Any doctrine that proclaims peace through any other path is a lie.
Ever since God kicked us out of Eden, humans have sought every possible way back except through the Flaming Sword of revelation. They have always demanded God let them back in while continuing to eat from the Forbidden Fruit. It ain’t happening.
We will endure every possible false appeal on the basis of that awful mess in Christchurch. A thousand lying spokesmen will claim everything you can imagine, and some you cannot. Most will be predictable; consider the sources. Nothing will change except oppression will increase, all in the name of things like “safety.”
Just because the American globalist party is fading doesn’t mean the globalist cult is gone. Their false doctrine is what provokes most of the violence in the world today, and it’s only going to get worse. Their confessed agenda is to make things intolerable so that we willingly surrender to their control. But they aren’t working alone, so we can’t blame them for all of it. Lots of cults profit from sorrow and misery.
Keep your expectations low; practice holy cynicism.
Everything tends towards Babel, if it doesn’t trend toward Eden. When we don’t want to bother with the only prescribed way of making the best of what we have, we think we can build a better way. When we realize the “small solutions” don’t work, it just gets bigger and bigger. But scaling it up just means the destruction will be bigger, later.
You got it, Jay. Well said.
I spent yesterday clutching my precious bang stick babies and constantly looking over my shoulder. Bohica is a trigger word, certain acronyms, take CME for example, make me run around the house collecting my guns and ammo. Some would say I’m paranoid but, great disasters often begin will small decisions.
I learned that acronym in the military. It’s what we subordinates said to each other when we sensed the upper ranks felt we needed more “training.”
I’ll admit, too: I had to look up BOHICA. I’m not a military guy.