"My father won't slight you for your lack of kind"
She Moved Through The Fair
The adversary has orchestrated the war so adeptly, I'm at the point where I'm officially gun shy over Christian YouTube videos. I'm tired of having the door of default sanctimony slammed in my face by people who presume to enlighten me about what I do (or used to do). Which is music. Or used to be, before my muse suffocated to death from lack of oxygen. The reason the default agents of cultural darkness presume to enlighten me about songwriting is because it has never occurred to them to try it. Which, in a degenerate society populated by self-absorbed, app-based egomaniacs, is precisely what makes them experts. Nobody will ever consider the possibility that, in a cultural dark ages, this lack of experience or understanding is a prerequisite for presuming to enlighten others on the topic. Which topic? It doesn't matter. Pick one, and observe the armchair locust quarterbacks as they consume the work, experience, and skill of others, and reduce it to a sensationalist headline of sanctimonious condemnation.
Christians are not exempt. They might be saved, and forgiven, but if they are not conscious of the war of attrition waged on them by the enemy, and mistake the cannonballs breaching the walls of their souls for art, they will assume that anything that resembles a cannonball is of the devil.
The cannonballs, of course, are the fake, artless soundfile idols pretending to be "music artists" today. Taylor Swift, Cardi B., et al. If you take the cover story of those agents of intellectual and spiritual attrition at face value, you are in fact being programmed to believe that one of God's greatest gifts to mankind (art, in this case music) is actually evil. And you will condemn your own kind, and find yourself in a civil war, huddled in a storehouse behind The Diamond Bar, aiding and abetting the assassination of your own countrymen,
Without even trying.
The next time I listen to some anointed social-engineering project condemn my entire trade as "evil,"
While taking it for granted that their livelihood is some kind of God-given right,
I'm going to implode.
"Strange how listening to medieval music makes
you realize those weren't the dark ages."
The Empress 1104
But whether or not my brothers and sisters in Christ take note of the sentiment expressed in the comment made by "The Empress 1104" in the video above,
Whether they realize they are unwittingly promoting a demonic agenda of cultural erosion that is dragging the world into a dark ages unprecedented since the days of Noah,
Or not,
My father won't slight me for my lack of kind.
And if you're alone as well,
If you live on a desert island of pure, airless isolation,
If you've grown tired of trying to eat clouds of helium condemnation with silverware of love and reason,
Be encouraged.
We're not as alone as we think we are.
Since the ages are dark and getting darker, it's only necessary to dust off the "music isn't evil" argument to drill even deeper into the tired crust of arrogant self-overlove that believes willful deafness is a virtue, and cut straight to the core of pure horror pulsing like the pissbag at the end of the devil's own catheter. An unpleasant chore, to be sure, but in a dark ages defined by a civil war against beauty, love, and reason,
Perhaps it is a necessary one.
I've watched 2 videos recently that I don't think would have occurred to anyone in the world to make, even 5 years ago. "America, Trump, & The Last Days #4" by Bible Believers Ministry India, and "A WORD: THE END OF THE AGE IS HERE!" by Jamie Walden are the diamond-tipped drill that cuts through the shallow graveyard of idolatry and artistic unappreciation, past the coal mine of politics, through the crust of ego and self-righteousness, and straight to THE URGENT PLEA FOR HELP WRIT IN GLARING NEON ON THE FRONT PAGES OF BROKEN HEARTS WORLDWIDE,
And it offers the solution.
The solution exists behind the warning. You can't solve the problem without acknowledging the truth of the situation. And the truth of the situation is,
The cultural dark ages are the least of our problems.
Michael Collins is a 1996 film about the Irish revolutionary who fought the British empire in the early 20th century. It tells the story of the early days of the IRA, and how Ireland devolved into a civil war after Michael Collins was dispatched to negotiate impossible terms with the British crown. Seeing it again made me think of the aforementioned video by Bible Believers Ministry India. As hard as it is to accept, what if the fight is not on the surface? What if we're not fighting the Democrats, or China, or even a bunch of faux-woke kleptocrats who blackmail famous media personalities with career-destroying proof of illicit sexual encounters on Epstein Island?
What if we're not fighting the British, or the Mohammedans,
Or even each other?
What if our adversary is NOT our brothers and sisters patronizing us with sanctimonious, unasked-for advice about our trade, but rather, is actually...
THE DEVIL?
Would we put down the pitchforks, to the point that we've abandoned even the capacity to be wounded by them, when they're imposed on us by others?
How long shall we splash around on the surface of the kiddie pool, arguing about politics and music with the other subjects of the dark, demonic crown?
Will Trump really save us? Or is he an unwitting Jesuit asset? Is his cabinet an all-star team of pliable clay tools in the hands of the true, demonic adversary? How long do we have to pretend Elon Musk is actually a genius? Will J.D. Vance withstand the pressure of losing the standard of living he enjoys with his polytheistic wife, if the unspeakable happens to Trump? What about the nanofog? The Mohammedans? Antifa? Will the book of Revelation play out like a river of judgment under all of them,
Regardless of their intentions...
Even if they're good?
"It is not to political leaders our people
must look, but to themselves."
Michael Collins
Michael Collins is a great movie, and has aged incredibly well. I hate to spoil the ending for you, but it really doesn't affect the film in any way. On the day of his assassination, Michael Collins and his convoy stopped at an establishment called The Diamond Bar. They were in "enemy" territory, which in spiritual terms for the Christian means pretty much anywhere. The convoy was spotted by their adversaries, who planned an ambush in the storehouse behind the bar. The Diamond Bar. Crown jewel of the drunken, burning world.
The rest is history. And the dark ages persist.
Variations on a theme.
I have been saying for awhile that the world is post-political. While the weird, chemical nanofog blanketing parts of the world might be a civil war of sorts on the surface, and the homicidal Mohammedans plowing Korean airliners through revelers on Bourbon Street while proclaiming unholy Allah-lujahs make a compelling argument for returning hate for hate,
Allow me to suggest raising the diamond bar,
And realize that the conspirators gathering in the storehouse behind our own personal Diamond Bars,
Might in fact be our own countrymen.
How can we tell?
Are these not the dark ages,
After all?
"It will not be long love, till our wedding day"
She Moved Through The Fair
The lyrics of "She Moved Through The Fair" are about the Rapture. Or can be. The song is a work of art, after all, and can't be confined to any ideological kiddie pools stashed behind bars of ideological diamonds in which hateful children splash and plot the assassination of their own kind, in the absurd belief
That they will somehow change the world
By operating by exactly all of its rules,
Changing nothing.
Unless...
They're not aware they're being destroyed,
And believe they can save their SOL (standard of living)
By preaching down to the dead canary
On the floor of the coal mine,
Like he has anything
To lose.
