The day was light and breezy. Families were out and doing their daily farm tasks. Each loving their work and praying while doing so. The bright sun bathed them in grace and warmth. Working till the wee hours of the night, they took rest and supper. Eating beef and potatoes with a garnish of their newly churned butter. Having eaten they prayed together and went to bed.
Morning came, and they could hear something rumbling outside. A man named Marcus Evanger was in the neighboring home and also heard the rumbling. Rumbling of horses charging at full speed. The leader of the pack was an outlaw named Willis Keel, this man was known for stealing and murdering without contempt for anyone. Willis charged through and killed the family cow, and his cronies killed the rest of their livestock. The family ran out as well as Marcus, Willis came down off his horse and struck the father in the face with the butt of his rifle. “I’m here for the women and your money,” Willis said. The father holding his face said, “You can’t have my family but you can take our money and leave.” Willis stared and took a moment to contemplate the motion he would make. Willis pulled his revolver and shot the father in the head. His body fell flat and lifeless. “NO!!” his wife screamed. Willis took the woman into the house and defiled her. The child of the family fought back and was stabbed to death by one of Willis’s demons.
Marcus ran with his rifle in hand and shot two of the cronies dead. Three others made attempts at Marcus but Willis shot Marcus in the back before he lifted his rifle.
Bleeding Marcus dragged himself towards the dropped rifle. He was kicked and shot again by another crony. Willis walked towards Marcus, “Why would you put yourself in a position that had nothin’ to do with you?”, Marcus looked up and his face was slapped back into the dirt. The whole gang was standing over Marcus laughing at him and spitting on him. He was shot one more time, and the whole gang rode off leaving him in the dirt and blood.
Marcus crawled into the house where the woman was taken. He saw her laying on the bed heavily beaten and bleeding and crying for life. “Can you walk to get help?” Marcus asked. Her life was leaving her, and she only had a couple of breaths left, and with them, she whispered, “Help me”, and with that, her soul left her body.
Marcus’s family had been murdered by the Willis gang many years prior. He deliberately moved to this wide-open distant place because he thought they’d never come out there. He left it up to God to take care of them, he knew they would be judged and it was only a manner of time. This was something he knew he could not let go unpunished. Their lives should be cut short. He remembered the words of Christ “But whoso shall offend one of these little ones which believe in me, it were better for him that a millstone were hanged about his neck, and that he were drowned in the depth of the sea” With that, he grabbed his weapons and straddled his horse, and rode after them.
It took several weeks to catch up to the Willis Gang. He followed the trail of tears and tortured souls. The closer he got the more gruesome things he saw.
He reached them at a camp they had set up close to a small town they planned on robbing and pillaging. Marcus came up to the camp and saw that a garment from the child was murdered hanging off one of the horses. His blood boiled, but he prayed for forgiveness for what he was about to do. His hand became shaky, but his anger became the heated coals for his actions. Right before he was about to pull his pistols, he prayed, “Lord Jesus Christ help and have mercy on these men and have mercy on for what I am about to do.”
Marcus pulled his pistols and shot the members of the gang dead. There were flashes of light and loud cracks from his guns. Everyone but Willis was dead before they hit the ground. Willis ran to his horse to escape his judgment. Marcus shot the horse in its rear causing it to throw Willis off. Willis fell flat on his back knocking the wind out of him. Marcus walked slowly over to Willis, fire raging inside, he got close to Willis and Willis began to beg for his life. “Why do you beg for something you lost long ago?” Marcus said. Willis was scared and didn’t understand the question, “You’re that man we shot ain’t ya? You are supposed to be dead.” muttered Willis. Marcus was staring into his eyes and seeing the realization he was going to die. “I pray that God has some mercy on you because I don’t,” Marcus confessed. Marcus shot Willis in the leg, tied him to his horse, and rode out to a wide open area. This area had no shade and was known to get extremely hot and dry during the day.
Marcus pulled a steak from the horse’s saddlebag and stuck it deep into the ground. Marcus untied Willis from the horse and drug him to the post. He tied him to it and said, “You can lay here and repent or die, I don’t care which one you choose,” Marcus got back on the horse and rode away. Willis screamed out “YOU CAN’T LEAVE ME HERE TO DIE!!”, Marcus knew that he had done the right thing and kept riding. He prayed for the man’s soul and left it behind him.
Truth is not a democracy, its very essence does not require a majority rule. Nothing that is true requires hiding or censorship to make sure it is held as truth, the nature of truth holds belief in itself by itself.
The purpose of writing this article is to help our family and friends realize the truth of the situation they live in, that they survive in a seamless aquarium built by the lies from the masters of the media screen (whether that be computer phone or T.V). They were promised freedom but now live content inside their safe space like a tamed lion, not even questioning the shrinking space of their cages.
The amount of propaganda that people are hit with every day is astounding. It’s unbelievable (and a little frustrating) that this propaganda works so well without being detected.
Today families are purposely divided through the media they consume. This division is done on purpose as a method of control and even includes our beliefs in science and therefore medicine.
You may not believe such a bold claim about our dear government and its media empire but then maybe you have not heard about such government sanctioned activities like Operation Mockingbird (or MK-Ultra and its various demon spawn).
This little-known project called Operation Mockingbird makes one wonder how anyone could trust a network news source ever again. The public may never really know the accurate beginnings of such a secret project but it was discovered in 1973 that the C.I.A. was funding media outlets to persuade public opinion. Furthermore, the CIA discovered that it was relatively easy to control the press, all you had to do was control the editor. And so it goes with all media, that is, if you can choose what the public sees you can determine how they see reality.
The definition of Propaganda is “the spreading of ideas, information, or rumor for the purpose of helping or injuring an institution, a cause, or a person”, using this definition can we see something within those words that might have something to do with what we are going through and have been going through for decades. Operation Mockingbird was the CIA using journalists to promote particular views and ideas concerning a great many topics. Through that operation, there have been findings showing how much the elite groups of people have controlled society’s ideals and steered people to believe certain things that are just plain untrue or salted with the truth. Many have forgotten that the government is now allowed legally to use (a weaponized form of) propaganda against its own citizens
“The conscious and intelligent manipulation of the organized habits and opinions of the masses is an important element in democratic society. Those who manipulate this unseen mechanism of society constitute an invisible government which is the true ruling power of our country. …We are governed, our minds are molded, our tastes formed, our ideas suggested, largely by men we have never heard of. This is a logical result of the way in which our democratic society is organized. Vast numbers of human beings must cooperate in this manner if they are to live together as a smoothly functioning society. …In almost every act of our daily lives, whether in the sphere of politics or business, in our social conduct or our ethical thinking, we are dominated by the relatively small number of persons…who understand the mental processes and social patterns of the masses. It is they who pull the wires which control the public mind.”
― Edward Bernays, Propaganda.
Bernays was the nephew of Freud and this gave him some insight into the subconscious but instead of helping humanity, he used this knowledge to get women to start smoking cigarettes. He did this through public spectacle and film which is still one of the most popular methods of propaganda today.
Bernays is also known for creating the public relations counsel and really setting off how companies are symbolized in the public mind; every major firm and fortune 500 company hires a PR firm “The public relations counsel must deal with the fact that persons who have little knowledge of a subject almost invariably form definite and positive judgments upon that subject” (E. Bernays, Crystallizing Public Opinion).
The whole world of propaganda is ripe with manipulating rituals to have power over the individual by harnessing the collective thought patterns of that society or people group.
1- Propaganda has been used for decades to make a particular view popular and a part of the vernacular.
2- It is now legal for the government to propagandize its citizens.
Propaganda of science
“Science, when practiced as the application of man’s God-given talents for the production of appropriate technology on a human scale, relief of misery and the reverential exploration and appreciation of the glory of Divine Providence as revealed in nature, is a useful tool for mankind. Scientism is science gone mad, which is what we have today.”
(Hoffman, 49) Secret Societies and Psychological Warfare
Today the science is clouded and made all-powerful because we assume that these people know best because they understand something many don’t. With this is the propaganda that science will create a better world and all we have to do is sit and wait. Today, science has not been practiced the way it was centuries ago, many of the ideas have been thrown out because people use it today as a control mechanism on the populous. Science has become a religion and that religion is called “scientism” and it has become the main ideal for decades. The propaganda that is used to promote certain scientific ideas has caused many deaths and extreme health problems.
The use of science (as propaganda) on the populous has made it to where if one questions the promoted science you become an anti-science bigot. This begs the question “how can one be anti-science yet use it on a daily basis when farming and doing other tasks like cooking and cleaning?” This is where the scientific dictatorship relies on its followers to smash and shun said person just for asking questions that may or may not reveal something that the elite want hidden.
Several ideas are glued to the topic of a scientific dictatorship and the main one is transhumanism. A book was written before Brave New World and 1984 laid out an idea and has several good quotes that show how far science has fallen from its original ideals. This book is called WE written by Yevgeny Zamyatin, a quote that is shocking to read yet has very revealing words especially in modern times “You’re in a bad way! Apparently, you have developed a soul.”, “And everyone must lose his mind, everyone must! The sooner the better! It is essential — I know it.” These quotes should be read within the context of the book but stand alone they can show where the ideals of modern science are.
1- science in its traditional role is a helpful tool given by God to His children
2- science has become a religion (scientism) unto itself in the promotion of man becoming god (transhumanism)
Family Division Surrounding Science and Medicine
On the family level, there are many issues concerning this pandemic. The family dynamic has been shifted and molded to get people to follow along to get along. The goal to destroy the family dynamic has come to a head in the last couple of years. This can be seen just by the way the outside world has come into the family. The main one being whether to be vaccinated or not. Since there has been so much propaganda around these vaccines and the whole pandemic people feel differently about taking these experimental therapies. Something many are not considering outside of the medical area is the emotional trauma that will happen the more people wear masks and see loved ones pass due to this vaccine. There is a very high possibility that a large portion of the vaccines from all the manufacturers is either duds or placebos, so this would mean that some of the deaths could very well be due to said person just being very unhealthy before they got a vaccine. Which within the scope of this can still cause issues because they will be told they died of Covid rather than just being unhealthy. Adding to the trauma that so many families are going through right now. The future may be very weird just due to the fact that so many will be growing up only knowing masks and distancing themselves from others. Some families have even gone as far as keeping their child locked in their room for two weeks because they may or may not have Covid. People have yet to understand the trauma that will have on a whole generation of kids. Here’s a small study on what happens to a baby when the mother shows no emotion in the face, https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=apzXGEbZht0.
The experiment shows that with minimal emotion people become stressed and unsure of everything. From the point of view of society right now this means nothing and isn’t on their minds. Mothers and Fathers are out in the world following these ridiculous mandates about a mask and getting their children to do the same. In the long term, we have no real idea what the case may be with these kids because when we look back at the still face experiment the child needs to go back to the good or at the very least back to what they can understand as normal. Now with this, children at home don’t wear masks with their parents, but when they go out into the world they see everyone with it on. Their teachers wear one and other people who kids are supposed to interact with on several levels. This will cause a disconnect from each other and make people no longer want any sort of relationship just due to the possibility that said person doesn’t understand trust. Within a family, this can cause strife because the kids will very likely developmental disorders because a huge scope of how they learn is through contact and seeing things, especially the person’s face when they are being taught. I don’t think anyone is looking at this major problem that will bite us in the end even if in another year they say no more masks, the damage has been done.
1- We have no idea what this all will do to children in the next five to ten years.
2- Due to propaganda people are dealing with all this the best they can and due to so much strife, it’s dissolving one of the last groundings of society.
3- For the time it is the only speculation as to how things will resolve or conclude.
A dying art is finding the truth in the fallen world we are in. This comes from being pounded with propaganda and spiritual warfare. We know the Truth yet we hide it openly which is good yet at the same time terrible and detrimental to those around us who don’t see what we see. Everyone has to go and find the truth for themselves to truly understand it. There are those out there that are helping along those who are looking to understand the truth. The medical world is full of delusion and truth and like the science field, it is becoming harder to know what is true and what is false. As one looks over these things one will come to see that some things are true and others are propaganda and lies to move each person to a certain point of view. With prayer and knowing what God wants from us, we will get through the tortures of finding what is real and what is false.
Whenever you tell someone the truth there will be lies thrown at them from all angles afterward. The truth may also be too much for someone to hear and due to this, they will run back to the lies that have held them before. This is a common thing when being confronted with a topic or subject that requires one to self-reflect. God willing in time most will see the dangers of what is happening and make decisions wisely concerning their health and the health of their families.
“The psychological trials of dwellers in the last times will be equal to the physical trials of the martyrs. In order to face these trials, we must be living in a different world.” Fr Seraphim Rose.
Links and sources for all the information we have talked about as well as stepping stones for your own research.
Nate Armstrong- Knowledge in Biochemistry and Applied Pharmacology in Medicine. Instagram @natearmstrong313
Dokken Storm- Just a researcher on the topics of medicine and world events who also writes fiction. Instagram @dokken_storm
The Scientific Method and Orthodoxy
What is science and how does one deviate from science? The word itself, science, is taken from the Latin word Scientia meaning knowledge. That word in its modern usage often refers to the method or pursuit behind knowledge, which is also known as the Scientific Method.
The Scientific Method: principles and procedures for the systematic pursuit of knowledge involving the recognition and formulation of a problem, the collection of data through observation and experiment, and the formulation and testing of hypotheses.
Boiled down they look like:
These steps make up the tradition of science.
A tradition that was founded on the idea that collecting and verifying data could lead us to a better understanding of our reality.
If science is the tradition of collecting and verification of data and we start skipping steps of that tradition are we still scientists?
If an Orthodox Christian throws tradition to the wind can they still claim to be an Orthodox Christian? Valid question of our times.
Examples of such would be the masks required to enter our parish, an atheist government dictating the rules of the Liturgy; there’s plenty more but for now, this is the ideal area to stop.
Science and Orthodoxy are both based on truth. We are taking the assumptions of a society that does not believe in Divine Truth and adapting that worldview onto Orthodoxy when we deviate from the tradition of science which was based on a worldview that believes in absolute truth.
As Orthodox, we know that science has limitations to the truth of a fallen world, only a God outside of this can reveal the absolute truth to us and has done this throughout space and time with His Son and the Church. When we listen to the modern science of our current trends we deny this revelation for the platitudes of atheists. Science itself is based on the presuppositions that there is absolute universal truth and that we can discover this truth through experimentation, but times have changed. The science of modernity is not concerned about truth, but only manipulating public opinion by controlling them with fear and denying the truth that our Creator loves us.
Currently, there are many doctors and scientists who agree that the scientific method has been thrown to the wind and everything is all speculation. The biggest indicator of such is no isolation of the virus in an electron microscope.
This is a pretty big part of the discovery and identification of a virus, yet this part of the process hasn’t been done.
Another aspect of the scientific method being washed away with ideas and pride would be the acceptance of PCR tests as valid data. As humans, we want to know something in the blink of an eye or at the amount of time it takes to microwave a meal but PCR tests, the test this whole pandemic is based on, do not work the way the media portrays them to. I direct those who disbelieve here https://www.nytimes.com/2020/08/29/health/coronavirus-testing.html “The PCR test amplifies genetic matter from the virus in cycles; the fewer cycles required, the greater the amount of virus, or viral load, in the sample. The greater the viral load, the more likely the patient is to be contagious.” “It isn’t the result of looking through some sort of cosmic microscope at genes lined up like cars in a supermarket parking lot. It’s a process using a computer program to stitch together DATA— PRESUMED pieces of a virus—based on speculation, bias, pretension, and sheer hype. Rather than science.”, this is just one of the many criticisms around the PCR test as something to diagnose someone for Covid 19.
On January 23, 2021, a Chinese scientist’s name is Dr. Wu Zunyou was interviewed by NBC said “They didn’t isolate the virus,” this doctor is talking about samples from a market in Wuhan that may have started the whole pandemic.
The fact that this statement has been said multiple times is precisely why one cannot assume that the scientists in charge of the pandemic response are using the scientific method.
Science now rests in a religious realm at this point in history, in a debate, this is usually called “Appeal to Authority” and it’s not a good way to argue for one’s point.
The authority of the scientific method is something that should not be thrown out because a narrative doesn’t fit the science. One never throws away prayer because that prayer isn’t working along the lines of what said person is wanting.
Before the Covid vaccine, science has had a hundred years to collect and analyze data to determine their effectiveness and safety. With this new form of vaccine, science has little to no data to collect and analyze.
Therefore, any statement on their effectiveness and safety is mere opinion and therefore not scientific. The same can be said for the effectiveness of wearing a mask. Before 2020, the scientific data showed little to no effectiveness in preventing a virus. Now we are to blindly accept their effectiveness because of the psychological effects they have on society
To explain the most mainstream idea of vaccines the World Economic Forum has an article on the subject. That can be read here https://www.weforum.org/agenda/2020/04/how-vaccines-changed-the-world/. The history of vaccines is interesting because history shows people using the scientific method to help and make sure what they were doing was for the help and good of others.
Yet today, with the new vaccine, this process was skipped, and instead of isolating the virus and producing a proper test, the modern scientists just assumed and assured us we do not need the traditional testing time of several years to make sure all the bugs were worked out before it was thrust upon the people without any real understanding of what it is or even how it really works.
What is Gene Therapy
The new vaccines are in fact called “Gene Therapy” by the creators. This is due to the way it reacts with the body, unlike the standard flu vaccine that so many others have had throughout their life. “Moderna’s Covid-19 vaccine is an mRNA vaccine that relies on messenger RNA to deliver instructions to the cells in your body, which then produce small parts of the Covid-19 virus that are just enough to trigger the immune system without getting you sick.” This is the definition of gene therapy “The treatment of certain medical disorders, especially those caused by genetic anomalies or deficiencies, by introducing specific engineered genes into a patient’s cells.” By this definition, none of the companies can call what they are making a vaccine. Definition of a vaccine “a preparation that is administered (as by injection) to stimulate the body’s immune response against a specific infectious disease.” The way in which the medicine being offered by MODERNA and Pfizer are not vaccines. The process that both companies are using is something that hasn’t been done on a massive scale like they are trying to do. Also, little testing before going to market is also something to be concerned about. https://www.livescience.com/coronavirus-vaccine-trial-no-animal-testing.html
Understanding the New Vax and link to Transhumanism
If we are to understand that we have the coding of life within us then we ought to understand that manipulating this can have huge catastrophic problems.
“Recognizing the broad potential of mRNA science, we set out to create an mRNA technology platform that functions very much like an operating system on a computer. It is designed so that it can plug and play interchangeably with different programs. In our case, the “program” or “app” is our mRNA drug – the unique mRNA sequence that codes for a protein.” The ‘Software of Life’, something that is within the human body that was put there by God. This is what is being modified in the name of “Science”. A secular atheist idea of science nonetheless.
Within the ideas of science and how the Church views topics of the like are very definite. Definite in the sense that we understand there are parameters that we cannot understand. Therefore messing with the DNA and RNA of persons without years of study is a misstep in the scientific method and the ideals of the Traditions of Orthodoxy. This message of messing with DNA to prevent disease leads to the ideology of “Transhumanism”.
Transhumanism is a philosophical movement the advocates of which believe in the enhancement of the human condition by developing and making widely available sophisticated technologies able to greatly enhance human longevity, mood, and intellect. They say they would do this through the modification of Man. Doing so is an act against God’s creation. We know from tradition that this is wrong not only from a moral stance but from a biblical one since God created everything perfectly. Since we are created perfectly in the image of God there is no reason to mess with that perfection. Medical advancement can still be within the limits of God’s perfection. The ideals and philosophy of transhumanism are directly against God and will lead to so many catastrophes and this is not an exaggeration by any means.
Possible outcomes of vax
The process of protein synthesis by the cell starts with the information encoded by God inside our DNA. The new form of vaccine bypasses our DNA and gives our cells “orders” on how and when to make a protein.
This new protein is then inserted into the cell wall and the immune response takes over, flagging the cell as an intruder and producing antibodies against this new unknown protein.
On paper and inside the lab this is how the new vaccine is supposed to work. However, the human body is not the lab with all of its controlled circumstances.
While the body tries to maintain homeostasis, that is it tries to resist changes in the environment that can alter the bodies ability to perform chemical reactions inside the body such as keeping the same temperature, maintaining a Ph balance of 7.35 to 7.45, or the level of extracellular sodium; it often fails to maintain the level of control you can have inside the laboratory.
When God created us He understood this concept far better than we can in our fallen state. He made robust proteins that could withstand the extreme conditions our body has to deal with to maintain life but now we are being asked to insert proteins into our body that were not made by our Creator but by infallible men.
The shape of a protein will be altered by its environment, this is one reason why the body maintains homeostasis. The shape of a protein is what makes the protein functional, useless, or even harmful inside or outside of the cell.
Sometimes when the shape of a protein is altered inside of our bodies, because of changes in the environment, the protein takes a shape that is harmful to life. This harmful shape of the protein is called a prion.
Listen to scientist and Medical Doctor Bart Classen discuss the problems of prion disease and the new Covid vaccine. He states,
“The concern is raised that the RNA based COVID vaccines have the potential to cause more disease than the epidemic of COVID-19…” This paper focuses on a novel potential adverse event mechanism causing prion disease which could be even more common and debilitating than the viral infection the vaccine is designed to prevent. While this paper focuses on one potential adverse event there are multiple other potential fatal adverse events as discussed below. Over the last two decades, there has been a concern among certain scientists that prions could be used as bioweapons. More recently there has been a concern that ubiquitous intracellular molecules could be activated to cause prion disease including Alzheimer’s disease, ALS, and other neurodegenerative diseases. This concern originates due to the potential for misuse of research data on the mechanisms by which certain RNA binding proteins like TDP-43, FUS, and others can be activated to form disease-causing prions.
The fact that this research, which could be used for bioweapons development, is funded by private organizations including the Bill and Melinda Gates Foundation, and Ellison Medical Foundation without national/international oversight is also a concern.
Orthodoxy on Health
The Church has very simple ideas on health. They all mostly center around prayer, “As a consequence, the Church has always recognized two dimensions to the healing process. On the one hand is the recognition that our whole life is in the hands of God. We are – body and soul – his creatures, and it is to Him that we turn in moments of illness, both physical and emotional. He is, in the first and most fundamental sense, “the healer of soul and body,” as it says in the Orthodox priest’s Prayer Book.’ In the Orthodox Church, we not only pray for the healing of sickness through priestly “Prayers for the Sick,” but the Church has always offered the healing of God to the faithful through the sacrament of Anointing, or Unction,” from the GOARCH website https://www.goarch.org/-/for-the-health-of-body-and-soul-an-eastern-orthodox-introduction-to-bioethics. This shows how simple we should really think of all the health concerns with this pandemic. The fear being perpetuated right now is not a fear of God but of something so small that you can’t even see it. Do you see how demonic that is? The world should fear and love God above all else.
Today our faith has become weakened by the world and its secular views. Our parishes have been closed and around the world, our Priests are being threatened with fines because they want to open up their parish and hold the Liturgy. People have become more fearful of death than they should. They are fearing losing this fleeting material life. Why? If we truly believe in our Lord and Savior then why do we fear death? We should pray and understand that death can come at any time. Salvation is not being healthy in a material way but in a spiritual way. We confess our sins and we receive the Holy Gifts then we go and pray in the morning and at night before bed and before meals. Prayer and love for God are the real miracle medicines, not a vaccine or a pill. If anything those things allow us to have more time to repent but that does not mean we use them for our salvation, that is not what they are meant for. Worldly medicine only heals the body, not the soul. Our souls are something that needs to be healed and repaired daily. If we forget this we lose our way on the narrow path to Heaven and the eternal Kingdom.
Prayer For All Sick People
O Lord Almighty, healer of our souls and bodies, Who putteth down and raiseth up, Who chastiseth and health also; now, in Thy great mercy, visit our brothers and sisters who are sick. Stretch forth Thy hand that is full of healing and health, and raise them up, and cure them of their illness. Put away from them the spirit of disease and of every malady, pain and fever to which they are bound. And if they have sins and transgressions, grant to them remission and forgiveness, for Thou lovest humankind. Yea, O Lord my God, have pity on Thy creation, through the compassions of Thine only-begotten Son, together with Thine all-holy, good, and life-creating Spirit, with whom Thou art blessed, both now and ever, and to ages of ages.
Prayer For Protection
O Lord, Thou who steadied the hand of Peter as he began to sink on the stormy sea, if Thou are with me, no one is against me. Grant to me the shield of faith and the mighty armor of the Holy Spirit to protect me and guide me to do Thy will. The future I put into Thy hands, O Lord, and I follow Thee to a life in Christ. Amen
Prayer Against Fear
O Greatly-merciful Master, Lord Jesus Christ, have mercy on me and cleanse me from every sadness and disturbance and cowardice. Drive away from me every spiritual choking and demonic sorrow, that I sense in my body and my soul. For You are our Joy, and the hope of all the ends of the earth, and those far off at sea. Be merciful to me, O Master, upon my sins. Take from me the heavy burden of sin and despair. Drive far away from me every sadness and laziness. Confirm me in Your Love, and with unassailable hope and unshakable faith in You, through the intercessions of Your Spotless Mother, and all Your Saints. Amen.
Prayer For Discernment
O Lord Jesus Christ our God, who didst lead the people of Israel in a land of unsown, land of drought and deep darkness, a land none may pass through or dwell in: do thou, the same Lord, lead me all the days of my life, giving me to discern the times and their signs, and to redeem time’s passage— for the days are evil— guiding me in the way that I should go, that I may ever say: I love thee, O Lord, for thou hast heard the voice of my supplication from my mother’s womb, yea, from all eternity, and thou art the Way and the Truth, and the Resurrection and the Life, the Sunshine that ripens all who live and repose in thee, the Peace of God, and also our Peace with him: always, now and ever and unto ages of ages, Amen.
In The Upside Down there is love but love not for God or between two persons. Truly love does not exist within this world the way we know it. But, maybe, just maybe someone can change that.
Calix looked at his watch and saw that there was a message about daily motivation. This message was for the whole world. It read, “To love is to die and you and I do not want to die. Do we?” A message that rang true for many people in the world.
Dahlia saw the same message show up on her watch as well. Her thoughts were different from the rest of the world. To her, it made more sense to run to the arms of a lover than it did to live in solitude and only feeding the passions with those whom they did not love. In her mind, she felt alone.
Calix was beginning to feel a sense of bewilderment at the very idea of the world and the way it had changed. He would read stories and watch movies that would show couples kissing, laughing, and holding each other close. This he deeply wanted without truly acknowledging it. On a subconscious level, he saw himself in those movies and stories. Wishing he had someone like that.
Since the world had grown and molded its heart to be cold and distant everyone moved along with the ideas that had been established concerning Love and what Happiness was. To society, happiness was doing what thou wilt, even to the extent that you had to ruin someone to get ahead. An ideology that should have ruined society but since everything was headed in that direction anyway no one seemed to care or notice this drastic change in the hearts and minds of the world.
A cold heart was something that neither Calix nor Dahlia had. They were warm and caring to everyone they knew. They went to their local parish knowing it was considered old fashion and frowned upon in some areas. Knowing this they went anyway and did so with pride, in the sense that it was going against the norm and being true to themselves and what they felt they needed to do to be happy.
One afternoon Calix sat in his armchair. This armchair was set up next to a window overlooking rolling hills and valleys. As he sat, he looked up to see the different shades of blue and red in the sky. This imagery made him think about things he felt he needed in his life. Thinking he would forget what he needed he grabbed a paper and pen and wrote, “A wife, a family, and a cigar collection.” Two of those held his eye for what seemed like forever. In that forever he got up from the chair and went to pray. His prayer was to have a family and to truly Love. Without knowing his prayer was answered instantly. In that same moment of forever, Dahlia was also praying to find a true and loving husband. She was leaning over her porch banister and was praying at the exact same moment as Calix. Neither knew they had an answer waiting for them.
At the same time, they both felt the need to go to a nearby city named Truth and Consequences in New Mexico. They didn’t know why they had this urge, but they felt they had to go. It almost felt as though they were being shoved out of their homes and on their way to their destination. Their journey was in a sense forced upon them.
The tangents and trouble people go through on long journeys were not kept from them.
Dahlia had stopped in a small town on her journey to Truth and Consequences, a group of women had been hooking on the corner of this small town. They saw Dahlia and gave her dirty looks; the demon of envy and jealousy was spitting out of their mouths. They yelled slurs at her, the demon was trying to get her to turn away in fear and run home. Dahlia was in high spirits and she knew there was a purpose for her travels. “Why are you here? You don’t belong here goody girl, go home or else,” they said while making lewd hand gestures and screaming swears. Dahlia realized they had this reaction to her because her cross was visible to them. She drove off from that town and prayed for those girls. A feeling of great joy washed over her, and she began to understand a little about the purpose of this journey.
Calix made his way to the town of Waco, Texas on his way to Truth and Consequences. In Waco, there was a Church that was dilapidated. He parked his car and went in. The inside of the Church looked as though it was brand new. The Iconostasis was still intact, and all the items found in an Orthodox Church were still there. On the floor of the Church was a note that said, “Marriage is a spiritual bond.” Calix did not understand this message, but he felt as though it was important to keep this note. He put it in his pocket and went to the Icon of the Savior and made three prostrations. He stood back a moment to take in the whole Church, Calix prayed to be protected on this journey and that whatever was at the end of this rainbow it would be for his salvation.
The Journey continued for both seekers. In their hearts, they felt as though they were getting closer to something that they needed desperately. Although, they weren’t sure what it was that they needed so desperately. Each had an idea, but it was foggy and hard to determine. God had a plan for these two souls and the journey was a small test before the greatest test of all; Will you love Me after I give you a great gift? This great gift was an answer to a prayer. The answer to this question would determine how Calix & Dahlia would live the rest of their lives.
“Nothing can destroy love that is rooted and founded in Christ,” a voice said. This voice was heard in the deepest parts of their souls. Calix and Dahlia stopped in their tracks, got out of their cars, and dropped to their knees. They both prayed for clarity and discernment. They wanted a better understanding of the words they heard. Quiet was all they got until they felt the push to keep on their journey.
Both were only a couple of miles from their destination. As they got closer, they felt each other getting closer. The two weren’t sure why they felt this sense of calm. They both stopped at the same gas station. Seeing each other they immediately felt a connection and as though they had known this person forever. The awkward first meeting took place but that dissipated. The laughter came as quickly as they blinked. A truly deep connection was formed.
In Truth and Consequences, NM there was a small parish. So small that it seemed to be more like a monk’s cell than a church. They both approached, “I think we should go and pray. I just feel like something bad is coming our way,” Calix said. Dahlia listened and they both went into the church.
In the distant land of evil, a spirit was coming up for air. Smelling love and compassion this spirit jolted to action and ran to the origin of the smell. Having wings and a decaying smile it was on the hunt.
Calix and Dahlia were looking around the church at the interior structure of the church. The Icons were perfect and looked brand new. A priest came out from a back door. Seeing the couple, “How are you both today?” he said. Both answered, “Wonderful.” The priest introduced himself, “I am Father Juvenaly, what can I do for you both?” he asked. Since they had become so close in a short period of time, they felt that they truly loved each other. They asked to be married there.
Everything was set up. The couple went through the usual requirements to be married in the church but at a faster pace. Fr Juvenaly was excited for the couple. No one had been married in his church for decades. It became very important to Fr Juvenaly that the couple understands the kinds of things that would happen to them since the world had changed so much. The world seeing a married couple would cause jealousy just due to them showing true and almost complete happiness. Both understood this and were prepared for everything. Calix looked to Dahlia and said the words of St John Chrysostom “Our time here is brief and fleeting, but if we are pleasing to God, we can exchange this life for the Kingdom to come. Then we will be perfectly one both with Christ and with each other, and our pleasure will know no bounds. I value your love above all things, and nothing would be so bitter or painful to me as our being at odds with each other. Even if I lose everything, any affliction is tolerable if you will be true to me.” The words were burned deep into Dahlia’s heart. She knew this was the man she would love forever.
Their ceremony was glorious, everything was perfect.
The demon had been waiting outside the church. Waiting for the moment he could tear them apart. Calix and Dahlia felt this presence as they were leaving the church, and both prayed to God for protection. A glow came around them without their knowledge. The demon was not seen by the couple even though he was hiding in plain sight. He began to whisper evil ideas; they did not need each other, wicked ideas of lust, they did not really love each other. All this was doing absolutely nothing to the couple. The light around them protected their thoughts and hearts.
Inside the light was an angel holding and cradling them to safety. The demon became angered and left them, attempting to curse them. Before the demon could disappear into the dark he was struck by heavenly lightning.
Calix and Dahlia left for a new place. They left their old lives behind and went for the wide-open lands of middle America. Living truly happy lives. Having six children, growing old on the homestead they created together. They passed this world into the next at the same time and saw the light of the Heavenly Kingdom.
In The Upside Down there is always a place for Love. Love that creates a small bit of happiness in the world, it only needs and takes Faith.
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“I am going to leave a comment here, but I am NOT going to leave my name. Why, you may ask? Because I am an Orthodox priest. You may call me a coward if you want to. That’s OK with me. I am writing anonymously because I cannot trust my fellow priests OR lay people OR the hierarchs. On a few occasions I have made comments about injustices done to priests by their bishops and was then threatened by my bishop. The priest was guilty of simply speaking the truth. Guilty of speaking the truth about what the Scriptures teach, guilty for asking questions of the bishops about their compromises with sin, their turning a blind-eye to the scandalous behaviors of wealthy, politically connected laypeople who support abortion and gay marriage and family members who live in open homosexual relationships. There are many hundreds of priests who are afraid to speak the truth because if they do their hierarch will suspend them, or remove them from their parish. In other words, deprive them of their livelihood! There are many good and pious priests who are trying to care for their people and protect them from the secularist agenda of the present political administration. Instead of being supported by their bishops they are censured, ridiculed and labeled as bigots, racists, narrow-minded, malcontents, trouble-makers and rabble-rousers. They are labeled and therefore marginalized I am fearful of the very people who I should trust, but I can’t. If liberal-minded laypeople don’t turn in the priests they despise then other priests will “throw them under the bus.” We are becoming like the Orthodox Church in Russia, in the late 19th/early 20th centuries, when people would turn in others to the church authorities and political authorities for whatever reasons suited them. We are truly living in the “last days” If not the last days before our Lord’s return, then certainly the last days of our American liberty and republic.” This is from the website Orthodox Reflections https://orthodoxreflections.com/orthodox-priests-joining-the-fight-will-change-everything/ These words are very troubling but we must have faith that these things will work out. So be it if you or your Priest are called what is said in the quote, your goal is salvation, not to focus on the way in which others think and see you. Sadly in these times asking for forgiveness doesn’t come as often as it should so pray for them and move on things will work out in the end. We should support our Priests and all the hierarchy that support the Faith and are not allowing the world to dictate to them how they will do that.
Quotes from http://www.monomakhos.com/the-broken-covenant/ “Priests have been taught from seminary that they are to be martyrs to their parish communities. They are to witness the faith and be an icon of Christ, even if it means forfeiting their own lives. However, now, in addition to dispensing the Holy Mysteries, they needed training in epidemiology.” Another quote from that article “As the priests, one by one, objected they were told that they were the only priest having the problem. Some priests who objected were told they might need a psych exam. After all, if someone doesn’t care if people die and are continuing in practices leading to death and are therefore guilty of murder, the priest must be crazy! Lock him up for his own good!”, the words for this quote are theatrical but they are the truth not just for clergy but also for laypeople who have chosen not to wear a mask in Church or anywhere.
“The bishops, on the other hand, occupy their time critiquing their priests, while flipping back and forth between CNN and MSNBC to get the latest news. They busy themselves with writing encyclicals to explain the unexplainable, like how it is possible to be an Orthodox Christian and vote for a platform that promotes abortion, knowing in two states full term babies are being murdered. This has become their witness to God and the Church during the most difficult year in recent history.” This seems to be something that you would think people would all be against but we have to understand that there are people in the Church who are there to move the Church in a terrible direction and it takes seconds to find this information.
“Lastly, the great influencer of the Church’s new practices has been the government of the United States. “Put not your trust in princes nor in the son of men,” they say. Yet when the governors, the CDC, or a physician tells us to stop acting like the Church, we obey. Isn’t that what the Church did when Caesar, the Turks, and Stalin wanted the Holy Church to cease and desist? Did we not comply with disastrous results? Are we doomed to repeat the same mistakes?” I think we are because we don’t pay attention to what’s happening and many people follow along to get along, which is a terrible way to live your life.
I recommend going and reading both articles in full. I just wanted to pull some of the quotes that stood out to me at first glance. There is so much more in these articles that we should read and think about. Creepy things are happening and there must be some sort of push back that isn’t totally violent or things will get truly horrifying and we won’t know how to make things right again. Do not despair if you are having troubles with these things for there is no reason to, “Do not let anything deprive you of hope” says St Nektarios of Aegina. Those are very wise words and they should be remembered in these crazy times.
There was a man standing in the corner of a room with the look of dread and fear in his heavy face. Thoughts passed through his eyes. A moment of peace was so very far away. It can be very odd seeing someone in that state. Too aware of his surroundings, he would pause and stare at nothing for hours. The mind cannot handle that stress for very long.
He fell to the ground and died. His eyes still had that fear and dread in them. A terrible way to go. A demon came and picked the flesh of his soul clean. Now he was gone forever.
In the night things go bump. For some, this is a nightmare and for others, this lends to the shelter of midnight. A small town in what we now know and call New Mexico in the year 1883 has no idea they are in the Upside Down and the creatures that lurk there are never nice.
Winston Leaf had set his sights on the far edges of No Man’s Land for the sheer joy of adventure and gold. He had steel eyes and a rough chin. He wasn’t known anywhere and that was the way he liked it. He wasn’t a bounty hunter but he certainly seemed the type. His trusted steed Murder kept him moving through the country to his desired destinations. Murder was an Appaloosa that Winston had broken himself. He got the name Murder because of a particular look he always had, a very deep stare.
The landscape became drier and drier as he made his way across No Man’s Land. He had been hearing of some gold mining town that made any schmuck rich. All they had to do was go there. Of course, these stories were always told with a grain of salt until a few people came back from the town with a little bit of gold. Winston had stopped by a saloon that was about half a day’s ride to the storied town. These two disheveled young men came into the saloon and said they would never go back to that town in a million years. Winston asked them why, he only asked why because it seemed a little off that someone would go through all the trouble of travel and get guaranteed gold just to say they would never go back. “There was some group of people that would stay out in the woods on the southern end of the town. They had some sort of ritual they’d do to get this creature to come out at night. We saw a young child ripped apart. The Navajo told us that they moved farther north than they would usually travel because some white folks had brought evil with them.” Winston looked off to the fields and tried to wrap around this idea, picking through it for the truth. In his mind, these guys were just trying to keep people from going out there and getting their share of the gold.
Winston pulled one of the guys into an ally and put a knife to his throat, “So where’s the best spot then? I know you must have found a great spot or you wouldn’t have fibbed that nonsense earlier.” The man was jostled and scared out of his mind but he answered “There isn’t any spot we just wanted to get out of there so we wouldn’t die.” Winston stared into his face “well where did you hide the huge nuggets then, there is no way you guys came all the way back here without having a stash somewhere along the way.” The man just kept saying there was a creature and that they only had the little bit they found. Winston threw him to the ground and asked “who else knows about this creature and how can I find it?” They gave Winston a very basic idea but explained that the Navajo in the northern part would be able to explain everything better. Winston got the idea that if he killed the creature he’d be able to make more money showing it off to people and probably get his name etched into history.
He rode to the town and had two things on his mind “Kill that fucking creature! Get back to New York and make more money than we could ever know what to do with.”
The town was bare and only had a small saloon and a massive hotel. Winston could see the trail the Navajo made leaving the town. There was a mark on one of the graves he passed by but he didn’t know what it meant. He went to the saloon to see what kind of information he could get and see if the story was real or not. The bartender asked why he wanted to know about some creature when there was a gold mine in town. Winston said nothing and just stared into the man’s face. Winston was pointed towards the northern trail the Navajo made and told that they would have the information he wanted.
That trail was short and sweet but the tribe had left and only the remains of a few animals were left. It was beginning to go dark and nightfall was when he had heard this creature comes out. Even without any real knowledge of what it looked like he went to the areas that he heard it was seen last.
It was so dark in these woods that Winston still couldn’t see much while having a lantern he could barely see. Winston began to hear noises in the dark, something that sounded like breathing. He pulled his Colt from its holster. The breathing got closer and closer, then everything went quiet. Unsure of what was going to happen Winston knelt and waited. He waited for two hours and since he wasn’t hearing anything else he left the area. Getting close to where Murder was he heard chanting in the woods, turned, and went back to investigate. The chanting was a group of people he recognized as the bankers and the local sheriff. Winston was twenty feet from them and the light of the fire they were chanting around noticing they were wearing robes and masks. They were performing a ritual that sounded like something the Navajo would have performed but there was something different about it. It seemed as though they were provoking whatever this creature was to come out. Winston thought to himself “these people must be insane. Why would you provoke a beast from the night?”
Winston left the woods and went back to Murder who was standing in a different spot than he was left in. He seemed to be frightened by something but Winston couldn’t tell what it was. Winston turned and the creature was standing there almost as if it was sizing the two of them up. Winston whipped out his Colt and pointed it towards the creature, the creature jetted off towards the chanters. He thought he should follow it but he heard screaming and a mangling sound. He jumped onto Murder and road back towards town.
He went back to town just as the sun was coming up. Winston wanted to know everything the locals did about this creature. He went to the Chief in the northern part of town for answers, he spoke to him in almost perfect English “what you are looking for is a terror that has murdered our people for centuries. We have tried to stop it in the past but only lost more people. It’s a creature that was here before we were created, it likes the night and feeds on those who are alone in the dark. It craves the fear more than the flesh of a man. If you seek to kill it you will fail.” Hearing this Winston said nothing in return he just went back to the central part of town looking for a shotgun. There weren’t any general stores that sold weapons and not many people were willing to give up their guns. So he had to use what he had. Winston had two Colt Walkers, a Winchester Lever-Action rifle, and a knife.
Winston went out to the woods and attempted to hunt the creature but thought it would be better to just wait for the ritual to start and kill it when it showed up.
The sheriff and the others started their ritual and Winston waited for the creature to show up. It took an hour for the ritual to take effect and the creature was seen at the far edge of the camp where the ritual was taking place. One of the members saw the creature and whispered something to it. Winston couldn’t figure out what it was told but he knew it probably wasn’t good. The creature jetted off from the site and went after the town.
Winston followed it back to town, he cut it off just before it was close enough to the border of the town. They stared at each other for what felt like hours but it was merely seconds that had passed. Winston went for his Winchester and aimed straight at it. The creature lunged forward and knocked Winston to the ground, throwing his rifle to the side of him. The creature stood over him and Winston could see its face in the moonlight. It had pale features and was drooling black mucous. It had heavy and deep muscles and nothing but black in its eyes. Winston wasn’t able to see anything but evil in those eyes. Winston pulled his knife and jabbed at the side of the creature and it fell over in agony. It didn’t take long for it to get back up, just enough time for Winston to get to his knees. As he did so he could see the creature was coming back at him at a ferocious speed. His mind stopped for a second only for the thing to be right in his face when he snapped back to reality.
As it came Winston pulled his Colts and fired as quick as he could aiming at the creature’s face. He got four out of twelve shots to pierce this evil. The creature only slowed its pace and darted off from Winston. A chase ensued and Winston flew atop Murder to keep up with the creature’s pace. Murder ran as fast as he could. Winston loaded three more rounds hoping these would cause the creature to stumble. He fired three at the core of the creature and it flipped over itself. Winston stopped Murder and leaped down loading more rounds into the Colt in hurried emotion. He looked around for a second and noticed they were in the center of the town and this was a shock to the few people standing outside the saloon. Everyone outside just stared as this creature was wailed in agony. Winston knelt over the head and fired ten shots directly into the head. It died and it bled black mucous.
Winston dragged the creature to the edge of town and tied it to a tree and went back to find the people who were doing the ritual. He rode Murder all the back to where he last saw the group and there was no sign they were ever there. So Winston rode back looking for the sheriff and his office had been clean, as though they were hoping that after having built a sheriff’s office would come someday.
He went to the place where he left the creature and it was still there, so he thought he should check the saloon and see if the sheriff was getting a drink trying to blend in. The bar was only full of the people he had seen standing outside. They were scared and drew their guns the moment he walked in. “Sorry, sir we thought that creature was coming in here.” Winston asked loudly if there was a sheriff that had come through the town earlier, everyone shook their heads no. Frustrated Winston went out to grab the creature and stow it on Murder, when he got to the spot he left it it was gone. It looked as though it was dragged away quickly. Now even more frustrated, Winston followed the trail. When he got to the end of it there was a cave. A deep black cave that Murder ran from after hearing some breathing coming from inside. Winston wanted his prize so bad he was willing to go in anyway.
Winston walked in with a lantern, on the walls were markings from some other tribe not of the Navajo. They depicted creatures similar to the one he just killed. It showed that they had huge amounts of them crawling around and that they only seem to send one or two out at a time. Winston assumed that whoever made these must have been studying them. He went farther into the cave and heard multiple things breathing, almost as if they were smelling out his position. He turned and shined a light towards the sounds and one of those creatures was standing right in front of him, he dropped the lantern and ran for the light at the opening of the cave. Just as he was about to cross into the light the creature grabbed his leg and dragged him into the cave. If someone were in earshot of that cave, they would have heard the worst, most terrifying screams in the world.
In our world, we have things that creep into the imagination and into the real world. It is almost indecipherable which comes first. Inside the Upside Down, it’s even more of an enigma.
This is the first chapter of my book. I recently unpublished it due to some grammatical errors. I am currently revamping and making edits and additions to it with some help from a friend. This may or may not be the final draft of the first chapter but if you were one of the people who got a free copy and have read the first chapter let me know what you think of this version compared to the original.
Adventure is something that is always met with a contract and rarely does anyone read the fine print. A man should be ready for just about anything; sometimes everything just happens.
Steven Lackluster had many wishes he wanted to come true so badly. He had long black hair and would go out into the City wearing a long black coat and cowboy boots. Unlike most people in the City he was different in just about every way, he chose what he wanted to believe and was perfectly fine being on the outside of society. The amount of imagination and a never-ending desire for truth was something that for the time being was abundant in Steven. He grew up in the City. When Steven would go out, he would look for things that no one else wanted. These things had more value to him simply because they weren’t wanted by anyone else, but he saw something that was useful in them.
The outside world had become a disaster and people just walked around it like it wasn’t there. Some secrets were only meant for a select few, but those few would never allow anyone outside the mathematical squares to know even a whiff of those secrets.
Steven looked down at his scorekeeper and saw that again he was in the low numbers. He hated the things and so did most of society. There was always something to be worried about and the last thing you wanted was to be in the low scores group. Most of society had allowed themselves to fall under this rule for the simple reason of safety, security, and simplicity.
The Tracers were the last faction of corporate workers or at least the last people who held real jobs. These Tracers had just about every known person tracked and traced from birth to death, and if they could they’d track you after that too.
There was an ad station to Steven’s left as he was walking down a street that had lights going and all sorts of pigmented hologram statues. Since Steven didn’t have the HM implant it just made a hologram in front of him and not the images being projected straight to his mind. The ad was for a new digital friend finder system. Inside the City, these ads would pop up at random times to get people interested in something new from the AI working within the All Being. It would cast directly into people’s minds, sometimes without their knowledge. There was a woman across the street looking in his direction but not at him but at another ad. This ad was playing in her eyes and she was probably going to buy this new gadget for her loved ones. Brainlink was giving Steven a message on his phone about a person who gave up their Link, he shrugged it off and went about his daily tasks. People were starting to give up the Brainlink service for an updated version that would be out later in the year, of course in the last few years people had gathered together trying to leave the city for something else, something different in their lives. Those trying to leave the Link behind only wanted to do so because there was something in the deepest part of their souls that knew this wasn’t right to have. It also wasn’t right to have this as almost another organ in the body. People wanted to be more natural, the way they were created to be.
Steven was trying to find a bookstore that would carry physical copies of books he planned to read that week. The bookstores always charged huge amounts for them, even though people still saw them as an item they were willing to buy.
There were new digital libraries at the end of his block that were neon-lit dungeons to Steven. The dungeons were full of people working through the latest in dramatic formulas. The formulas would be used to pick the right candidate for their spring enchantments. Steven was not one who picked anyone because he believed it was not as formal as just asking someone. A bit of an ancient school of thought that was always looked at with some scrunched faces.
As he investigated the window of the dungeon, he saw there weren’t as many people inside as he thought there would be. When he walked into the library there was the loose cardboard box full of dusty books. The box was in the far corner of an aisle. He dropped to his knees and sifted through the books. He came across some fantasy books that were of no interest, but he put them aside for later just in case he couldn’t find anything else.
Steven was interested in finding real books because the rulers of the City had made it almost impossible to actually read anything that was really fantastical or at the very least an interesting read. Everything was written by an AI or some random person who couldn’t string together a plot to save anyone’s lives.
Steven was on the hunt for rare books. Things that he could use to understand the past as well as this deep feeling there was something special he needed to read. He just needed to find it.
Someone came around a corner of an aisle and asked “ what are you looking for in there, don’t you know there’s a board to find and download what you’re looking for instead of getting dust all over yourself”, looking at her with a little discontent he answered, “I’m looking for books that I can read… not just a download and forget later”.
Noticing the obvious he went back to sifting and found a book on culture written in 2017. An amazing find for something so old and mostly outdated info on culture. He read the back of the book and saw it had to deal with identity and cultural philosophy. These things were usually kept in the historical creativity section in the digital bookshelves. Most books of this kind were met with humor and banter when talked about publicly. Steven noticed the girl was still there and turned to her, “can I help you with anything” he said sarcastically. “No,” she said, “but you can tell me why that elastic information has piqued your interest?” Thinking for a moment, he wanted to answer in a way that wouldn’t form new questions from someone who seemed to be an ecstatic believer in the Black Boxes. This was just his best guess seeing that she was asking why he would mess around with “old stuff.” “I like reading and it’s easier to have a physical copy and not a screen to read from,” he said while looking at the other books in the box. She stood for a second and began to look around for others and saw no one was paying them any attention, “are you some idealist?” After she said this she stared at the back of his head and was about to repeat what she said until Steven interrupted “no I don’t have a reason for looking through this, other than I like reading and collecting old things from all sorts of times and places I can never go”.
Some time went by and Steven got up from his knees with two books in his hands, he took them to the scanner and bought them. The girl followed him out the door quietly until they got outside. “What’s your name and what are the real reasons you picked those books?” He became annoyed with this girl, so he asked instead what her name was, and she said: “Alessa, Alessa Ream, now your turn.” “Steven….” she looked at him with a look of astonishment that he would only tell the first name. “Your whole name since I’ve given you mine,” she said while looking at him sternly. Annoyed more “Lackluster, Steven Lackluster, no you can’t laugh,” Steven said. “Why would I laugh that is a given last name, not by parents but by yourself. What an individual. No one ever has had a name like that.” “Of course not, it’s just my thing, an inside joke to myself, I’m sure you’ve tried giving yourself fake names to pass checks at the market,” Steven said.
Something was off about the way she looked because she began to look at him in an analyzing way. Steven could tell she was trying to go through the social Link service to find him and see if he was telling the truth. The whole Link system was just an updated version of what social media used to be but with the added perks of having all your information stored in one place. No need any more for a wallet to carry around your social security card or your ID.
“You don’t have a social block, what’s up with that?” knowing that he was probably an outsider to the social square. “I like to read and learn. I like learning more intricate details on things, I don’t like using that service.” The way he said this to Alessa was calm but also distant as if he would have rather not explain why he did what he did. “Do you believe all the things you read in those books?” she said calmly. “You ask a lot of questions, what do you want from me?” “I’m only curious and my work is in the business of looking for people of interest.”
“Well if you have more questions follow me to the end of the block I want to go home before they start the Boxes tonight,” Steven said as he started down the sidewalk. She asked many questions about his interests and if he was someone who had a deeper wanting of something more in his research. Alessa knew by asking this there would be many reactions to the question, but it was a part of her job as a Tracer. Tracers would track those who had shown behavioral patterns that were punishable. Some people only needed a warning, and some needed more attention.
Steven knew what she was doing and let her follow him because in his mind there was nothing for him to hide other than the fact that he wasn’t a participant in the Black Boxes tradition. Steven knew what the Tracers were meant to do, and he never thought they helped anyone. To Steven the Tracers only made problems for people doing what people do, look for truth and some sort of understanding of their surroundings.
The tradition of the Black Boxes was always held in the nighttime due to the mystery behind it. The mystery being there was no real reason to have them and they seemed to be placeholders for something else. Besides the Boxes, there was the “All Being.”
The All Being was the central AI that had all the secrets and ran a subset of AI that would help with the monitoring processes. It was the placeholder for the spiritualist of the City. When society changed there was a need for something that everyone could look to that was above them. It needed to be something that could help them guide their lives.
Steven had been raised to never look at the Black Boxes or even take part in the enchantment because something insidious would happen if he did. As he got older, he felt that the idea of that was odd and held no ground. The last time he looked at the boxes nothing really happened but the people around him changed and his minimal friends became distant. Although he never felt anything in himself alter, he felt the people around him alter physically and mentally. Since then he had never partaken in that mystery again and stayed as far from it as possible. The All Being was the main benefactor of these new rituals of enchantment. The All Being would gather up the scanned memories from each person and process them into banks of info. These banks of information were used to give people their social scores. As a reward for giving up their minds each time they participated in the ritual, they were allowed to partake in sex.
The original rulers knew that people would be willing to give up a little privacy for security. The citizens at the very beginning of everything didn’t know they would be giving up their intimate secrets and thoughts. The people of the City still had no idea that this was happening, everyone just thought it was completely natural.
Just about everyone would go to the enchantment ceremony at night. Everything was a mix of technology and deep spiritual mysteries. The mysteries being the ones that the people gave to them, everyone explained things differently. During the ritual of enchantment, there was a small ray of light and everyone’s Links were scanned. After scanning, the Black Boxes would open into very symmetrical shapes and people would see their numbers with a corresponding number. That number was their spouse for the evening. Their reward for giving up their minds.
The second book Steven held was one that had been alluring to him since he set out looking for old books. The name was The Path and this book was a reprint of an even older reprint. This book was one of the main books that were supposed to have been destroyed after the Black Boxes were put in every major city across the world. Alessa did not notice the other book but kept nagging at him to tell his life story. Looking down the walkway she kept saying “What is it about books in a material manner that makes them so special to you?” she kept asking over and over. Finally, he answered, “because I’m not like everyone else I don’t wear the blinker for Brainlink, and I don’t own any other tech besides my phone and even that is very old compared to what you all have.” She took out her phone and showed a news update about the IBOT that had just formulated a new care monitoring system for the depressed and lonely. She showed him the article, “Is that supposed to mean something to me, do you think I am some sort of crazy person in need of help from the Black Boxes.” He started walking away from her and noticed on the wall the article was being shown there with images of unhappy people starting to smile after the IBOT told them some feel-good phrase. This had been figured out using algorithms to pick the perfect phrase to make someone feel better.
Alessa looked at Steven and said “I showed you because as a Tracer there is a huge amount of people like you who think there has to be something different out there other than what is right here in front of them. Everyone is connected through the Hive system because that’s what the world needed, I don’t have any way of changing it, without the Boxes we would not know how we need to be and how we can feel better and be connected, to be Us and to have the One Cause.” Steven muttered under his breath “of course, you would say that.” Out of every type of tracing complex, the government chose Brainlink, only because it tested well enough that people wouldn’t worry about being mind-controlled, although they were because the people that got the full set-up for Brainlink could not have certain thoughts or do certain activities or they would be made unconscious.
Steven knew this was being done, and some other people did as well, but the masses were never told this was happening, it was never a known piece of information, but the whole of society was fine and entirely in tune with the One Cause. It would have probably caused many to give up the whole system and want some new rebellion to start, or massive suicide rates. Nothing like that ever happened of course because everyone was in a mental state of happiness or euphoria. The world had become a Hive of similar minded people who thought the same and was never in question of the authority of the Brainlink system or the Black Boxes as well as the One Cause. Most everyone was linked and being watched by the AI that molded the Link services to be in concordance with the One Cause. Steven was on the outside of this system because he never took the Link and his parents never forced him to. He was a person among a group of persons of interest by the Tracers. Alessa was sent to see what he was up to and report his actions. This was done regularly by a multitude of people who would come up to him and ask questions that seemed harmless but in fact, we’re meant to keep tabs on him and others that tried to stay hidden as much as possible. The people who had been watched had no idea that these people were Tracers, they usually just thought they were nosy or just very bored people.
Of all the people who were off the Link system, Steven was a unique person, finding time to investigate the history and decide whether what he was seeing was moral or even real at times. These things were not precisely wanted by the leaders of the Tracer Corp or the One Cause. But they could happen if you followed the laws concerning research into history, morals, and philosophy. One could not allow for ideas to be spread of the old ways, especially if they contradicted the Link service and overall Brainlink corporation and the Black Boxes and One Cause ideology/theology. Steven knew this and knew how far he could go. His main goal was never revolution but to find a way to leave the city without ever being detected by Tracers, and to live in the wilderness and be left to his ability to think and write and be creative without the world persecution that would happen if he chose to publish or speak openly of his thoughts. Steven wanted to be the person he knew he could be.
Before he was able to go home Alessa asked “what are your main intentions with these books and the others you’ve collected?” He knew that if he told her what she was wanting to hear she would post his location to the closest police station, and they would come to him and take him to the Motivation Clinic for a mental examination and re-purposing following the Black Boxes and the One Cause. Steven had heard stories about this process and that it was always painful and brought even the strongest willed to their knees. Steven answered Alessa with a very blanketed statement “these books and others like it are my fantasy and have nothing to do with how I feel outwards.” She took this answer and turned and walked away. Steven rushed home and moved all the books he had to a vault in his small apartment. The vault was a specially made one that required DNA and a code that was in a language he made up so that even if someone used his DNA to open it, they would never be able to get in it. He thought he should make it blow up in case of emergencies but thought better of that idea and the consequences of it. The language made no sense because it was just chicken scratch mixed with poorly done hieroglyphics. He made sure that he put The Path in the vault because it was a religious text from before the evolution of humanity started and the world changed.
It was getting close to dark and the enchantment was about to begin, the people started to gather in the city center and the Black Boxes were about to show their alien-like purple light show and the shapes. When Steven looked out his window, he noticed the people putting on their glasses so they could see the messages being shown in the light show. Everyone began to chant “BRING THE ELEMENTS OF TRUTH TO US FOR WE ARE NOT WORTHY OF TRUTH.” A phrase he had come to hate because as he became more aware of the world around him, he knew it was only a blink of an eye and they would see the truth before them. The Boxes and the One Cause had a hold on people and Steven knew it was only because they knew of nothing else but the enchantment. It had been six generations after all since these Boxes had been erected across the world. To be around people during the enchantment was unnerving and very odd. The people watched the light show and Steven watched the people from his window, after a while, he went to his closet and tried to read through the books he had found.
The book on culture is what he picked up first and skimmed it looking for anything that was going to piqué his interest. He found that in the culture there’s always something that is hidden from them on purpose, he thought about that for a while and began to look through the book more. He came to a chapter called “Belonging to the idea”, at first this was an odd set of words, eventually when he read the chapter he found that it was about how people begin to identify with the culture around them and how they begin to adhere to these ideas or try to reform the ideas to suit their own needs. The chapter was extremely detailed with how this is done, and it was a huge eye-opener for Steven. The idea of how people groups can come together and believe the same thing that may be contrary to the rest of a population was something he had never heard of or even seen before. When he was a boy the schools were always telling him to be in line and always follow along, “rules are meant for your safety and well-being” he remembered. This was something his parents hated but they had to allow this to be told to their child because they had to work. Working the flesh mill they called it. The flesh mill was a place of pleasure wonders of the elastic imagination created by a person behind a computer and an AI helper, the clients always went for something outrageous because rules weren’t put on what they could and could not do. Just about anything happened from murder to spy adventures and anything their imaginations could muster together. It was allowed so that people would still be under the control of the system but have an outlet for their energy and creativeness that was completely controlled, the only area off limits was creating a revolution or anything that was against the system.
He took notes on the book and put it down and went for the very special book he had waited to find. This book was something he had heard was outlawed for its extreme nature. In Steven’s mind, he thought that if something was so bad how could it be written in the first place and passed around for so many centuries before the evolution theory took hold. It had been almost extinct to Steven and he could only ever find fragments of it on the digital board. These fragments were usually something horrible like an apocalyptic event or super bleached of their meaning and original translation. Steven knew this because what was allowed to be read was something that he felt was taken out of context. Knowing a basic amount of history and human behavior, he knew that a large amount of people could not put all their faith into something for so long that had errors and caused harm. Most people are not built that way.
Now he had it and it had been in about as good a condition a book can be after being a few hundred years old. None of the pages were missing or torn but they were very aged. Whoever had this book before Steven read it often and wanted it to be in good condition. The book was bound in imitation leather and had almost no lettering on the cover. It was sort of hard to make out the title, the only way you would have known what it was is if you opened the book and found the title page. The first page he read after sifting through it read “In the beginning was the Word and the Word was with God and the Word was God,” this first portion was astonishing to Steven. He did not know that the things he had read were true until he read the first sentence of the book. This book was evidently something used by many as their means of morals, spiritual life, and tradition. This made him feel something that he had not known people could feel, a sense of extreme calm.
He read on as the enchantment outside went on, and he came across a very odd sentence “The wind blows where it wills, and you hear the sound thereof, but cannot tell from where it came, and where it goes: so is every one that is born of the spirit”, this sentence he could not understand fully. Steven did not know that the verse he had just read was a metaphor for the Holy Spirit, those that follow the Holy Spirit with heart and mind will follow God at every turn, those that follow the Holy Spirit will be looked at in an odd way because the ways of God are unpredictable and beyond our ways and understanding. The Path was full of mystery and some things were difficult for Steven to understand, he hadn’t yet found the purpose for this book to be banned.
As he read on, he heard whispers outside his apartment door. These whispers became clearer and he could hear what they were saying. It was jumbles of odd phrases he hadn’t heard before. He closed the book and put it in the vault and locked it, just as he did this, he heard a knock at the door. “We would like to come in, we have word that there’s been some contraband in use at this address.” Steven wondered if the girl he talked to really couldn’t let go of her inquisitiveness and sent the soldiers to come to take him. He stumbled a bit to the door and said “there’s nothing here I am just reading the catalog for the ceremony tomorrow night” after he said this, he felt stupid because no one reads the catalogs anymore. “Just open up and we’ll see for ourselves and if everything’s good we’ll leave you be, or we’ll have to come in with force” Steven knew they would probably come in by force whether he opened up and did what he was told or not cause right after they said that they kicked down the door.
They kicked the door in and grabbed Steven and dragged him down the stairs of his apartment building. They threw him in the back of a van and drove him to the holding center. He was told that he would be held until the investigation of his apartment was finished and then he would go to trial.
They went through his apartment and found his vault. They took him to an interview room and questioned him on the contents of the vault. One of the officers asked, “We would like to know if you have any contraband in the vault that is in your apartment?” “There’s nothing there Officer, I am aware of the laws around that kind of stuff, I don’t have any of that just books that I keep in there, so they don’t get ruined” Steven said truthfully. They looked at him and then left the room, they were going to confiscate the vault and open it and see what was inside. When they attempted to open it, they saw the security on it and went to Steven to get him to open it. Steven was refusing to open his vault, he told them it was for privacy reasons and that he was still allowed to some sort of privacy. “You are under our rule and investigation for contraband and you can’t hide anything from us unless you want to forfeit a trial and go straight to the Clinic.” He stayed silent for a while and eventually thought being outside of the Clinic was better than being in one. He gave them his DNA and the code to the vault. They opened it and took everything out and left him alone for some time before telling him he was going to have to spend the night there while they look through the belongings.
Steven sat in the cell they put him in and thought about whether he’d be able to get anything back. The main book he was concerned about was The Path. he had only a small amount of time to read it, but it became something that he would not give up.
The officers came back to him and told him he would be going to trial for the evidence they found that may or may not be contraband. His trial was set for the following day and he was to be ready for it accordingly. This meant he was going to be having a jury and not the usual way things had been done with only a Judge there to determine a person’s fate. When the trial started there was a huge amount of people there to view the spectacle that was about to take place. The Judge read out his part and the jury were present, but more of a council than peers. “I want to say that none of what I have is even close to contraband and if it were, I would have trashed it the moment I realized it was such” Steven said before he was silenced. The Judge asked, “you have many interesting books in your collection and some of them are very counter to our ways now, why do you have them?” Steven wanted to lie but they had the monitors on him, and they would know when he was lying, “I have them because I like reading them and for no other reason.” The Judge looked at him with some discernment and replied, “if that’s the case then why are these books locked away in a vault that is almost impossible to unlock?” Steven did not want to answer this question because he knew they were going to use it against him throughout this trial. “I have them because I like to read, and I was not trying to start anything controversial with anyone,” he said. The Jury was not willing to hear this and neither was the Judge. Steven was waiting for his judgment in a hall outside the courtroom when “you believe there is freedom somewhere outside all this?”
Steven had never seen this person before, and he was not wearing the usual clothes people wore in the city. He was nervous to give any sort of response, “it is out there you just have to understand how to find it, believe that there will be something safer for a mind like yours.” the man said and walked away.
As Steven was called back in, he received his sentence of a month’s worth of time at the Motivation Clinic. After the Jury left in sync he was there alone with the Judge and two guards. The Judge looked at Steven and said “you will be monitored and re-examined for any alter waves of consciousness for one month, what you have read and collecting go against our modern laws and you know this. The Link system also showed you have no score that is of concern to anyone almost as if you wanted to keep a low profile, understandable for someone like you. You know that you did in fact have contraband of the old world and willingly lied. The boxes have shown that this information is extremely corruptible to the mind but you chose to read them and keep them…” the Judge did not know that most of the books Steven kept he rarely read due to there always being people monitoring his apartment. The Judge went on “you know there are reasons for things being the way they are. All this is to be monitored continually. In the morning you will be brought to the Motivation Clinic and start your sentence. After this months’ time, you will be set free without your belongings, they will be destroyed. Take him away and make sure he’s ready promptly in the morning.” Steven was brought out of the courtroom and put back in his cell until morning.
The next morning Steven was brought to the center for monitoring and was placed in a white room. The room had one chair and a wire harness that was to go on his head. The doctors were in another room monitoring him through cameras. Steven was scared for his life. He didn’t know what they were going to do to him all he knew was he had to find a way out by any means necessary.
I wrote this in college about four years ago. I didn’t get a passing grade but my information here is sound.
The Federal Reserve is the central bank to the United States. This Federal reserve was signed into law in December of 1913. The Federal Reserve Act was signed by Pres. Woodrow Wilson. This was meant to be a centralized bank that would be in control of our monetary system. This was a carefully planned out endeavor and should be abolished.
The creation of the Federal Reserve was not organic in how it came to be. The people who created the Federal Reserve were bankers who had a monopoly on almost everything. In 1913 a group of bankers got together and created a cartel of sorts and got the federal government be involved as a partner. This Act that was signed was because the people were getting weary about a looming financial crisis. The Federal Reserve acts as a hybrid organization in that it is both a private and a federal organization. The big major banks have ownership of the bank but since Congress is a partner they also have some ownership. There are not very many organizations like the Federal Reserve.
The big names that met to form this cartel were JP Morgan, and William Rockefeller and there were five others involved. They had to meet in secret aboard a private railroad car and then onto a fairy that took them to a privately owned island named Jekyll Island. This island was and is a privately owned club. During the time it took to get to the island they stayed away from reporters, they went to a train station and took a private railcar on the rail car they did not address each other by their names. When they got to Georgia to take a fairy. While on the fairy they changed the waiting staff so no one would talk about what was going to happen. They even denied that a meeting ever took place. They only addressed what happened after the Federal Reserve was firmly in place.
Since Congress is a partner with the bankers, they help protect the Federal Reserves banks profit margins. It uses taxpayer dollars that it gets from taxation to help bail out the banks when they are going belly up. Congress likes to spend money they don’t have and when they have to spend money on things that would normally raise tax rates they go borrow from the Federal Reserve. The Federal Reserve does not have the money they print but they print it anyway. They use the term loan or lend because it seems better than what actually happened. Congress can still run the way its running with the national debt into the trillions as long as they keep allowing a thing called inflation to happen. This inflation is a hidden tax on the people that is caused by the Federal Reserve having the ability to create money out of nothing. People don’t know they are paying a hidden tax because they think it’s just the cost of a good going up. Those who have the least amount of money are paying the highest rate of inflation.
The biggest reason to abolish the Federal Reserve is that it is not for the people. It only serves the people that created and the bankers that make their money from it. The national debt won’t get better because of some new interest rate that the Federal Reserve has set. It is all Fiat money that is created out of thin air, backed by nothing.
The people of America have been duped into thinking that this system has helped them or will help them in the future. This is wrong, because the system was rigged in the favor of those who created and run the Federal Reserve. If every single dollar and coin was taken back the people would be left with nothing, it would be a horrible recession that we would probably never get out of. If we also were to abolish it the people would be free to put our dollar back on the gold standard making our money actually mean something and not be a piece of paper with slogans on it. It was created by very dubious people and should be trashed for that simple reason, it was created to make bankers have power over people without having to worry about government influence. Therefore, it has no morals to stand on and should be abolished.