when he is revealed, he will be close to the age of Jesus when Jesus followed his mission for His Father.
The oldest profession is GRIFTER/Con-Artist, and the Devil is the OLDEST con-artist, and his son will be AS GOOD as his father when it comes to grifting
he will be attractive -no pitchfork, no scars, no red body paint
he will be charismatic
he will seem to come from nowhere, to just “arrive on the scene”
he will PROVIDE a “solution” to some huge world problem (like Climate Change or abrupt climate collapse)
he will be ethnically Jewish
for the first three years of his reign, he will seem like Jesus. He will bring hope and prosperity and peace … but that will soon turn
we probably won’t know who he is, until HE IS
Added post pod: The Antichrist will have his OWN “John the Baptist”, and I think it will be the Pope.
I don’t know if David Mayer de Rothschild is the GUY, but a number of features match. He’s a bit on the old side, but he kind of has that beautifully austere Christ like appearance. His family is connected to the restoration of Israel as a nation. He is ethnically Jewish and some believe he can tie his genealogy to David.
His family has tremendous resources and power, yet many ordinary people have no clue who they are or who he is.
He is connected to Hollywood, and has made a couple movies – and super-grifters LOVE Hollywood.
Rothschild, or “Red Shield”, has an eerie connection to the GREAT RED DRAGON …
TSAR BOMBA was not some “random nuclear test” of a 60 megaton bomb …
It’s purpose was to create a “tipping point” event in the Arctic system, super heating and thawing JUST ENOUGH of the permafrost system to start a long, at first gradual process, of permafrost collapse.
by William Shakespeare
(from As You Like It, spoken by Jaques)
All the world’s a stage,
And all the men and women merely players;
They have their exits and their entrances
And one man in his time plays many parts,
His acts being seven ages. At first the infant,
Mewling and puking in the nurse’s arms;
And then the whining school-boy, with his satchel
And shining morning face, creeping like snail
Unwillingly to school. And then the lover,
Sighing like furnace, with a woeful ballad
Made to his mistress’ eyebrow. Then a soldier,
Full of strange oaths, and bearded like the pard,
Jealous in honour, sudden and quick in quarrel,
Seeking the bubble reputation
Even in the cannon’s mouth. And then the justice,
In fair round belly with good capon lin’d,
With eyes severe and beard of formal cut,
Full of wise saws and modern instances;
And so he plays his part. The sixth age shifts
Into the lean and slipper’d pantaloon,
With spectacles on nose and pouch on side;
His youthful hose, well sav’d, a world too wide
For his shrunk shank; and his big manly voice,
Turning again toward childish treble, pipes
And whistles in his sound. Last scene of all,
That ends this strange eventful history,
Is second childishness and mere oblivion;
Sans teeth, sans eyes, sans taste, sans everything.
In some recent podcasts I’ve revisited the “bug bear” that haunts me – and I’ve had at LEAST the intellectual courage to call it a BUG BEAR, a fear worthy of being ignored.
But I’ve also said, as a Christian, that this “bug bear” matches much of prophecy, and in my opinion – especially passages that deal with “boiling seas” and unrelenting, destructive, heat.
The temporal nature of these various passages does NOT indicate “solar flare” or “gamma ray burst” – they match a STATE that is extent over time … something lasting months if not years. Something that the unfaithful could connect to famine, disease, and drought. So, as I’ve said – there might be NO BETTER STAGE for Satan to walk onto than the “Clathrate Gun”. It also explains the obscurity with which the collapse of the Arctic permafrost is being covered, and the “fires” – more divide and conquer, such that the Devil could only be proud of the sinful hairless monkeys.
I have ALSO REPEATED, over and over again, the following:
if IT is happening? – it’s not because of your cheese burgers or your SUV.
everyone is lying: not just the climate change freaks, the so called “good guys” are lying too.
it is NOT the end of the world
It’s not …
Not the END OF THE WORLD, but we could be on the verge of the End Times, and a stage is being set for the greatest con artist of all time: the Anti-Christ …
And as you well know: the oldest profession is NOT prostitute, it’s grifter …
The oldest grifter is Satan.
And grifters LOVE the THEATER, as does Satan.
And I can’t think of a better STAGE than an Earth “on fire”.
And the methane blowouts in Siberia?
Could be methane …
Could be demons released from Hell.
What if the “abrupt warming event” is simply a deeper LIE – a deeper narrative, hidden by, perhaps SHEEP DIPPED BY the superficial lies: covid-19, blm/antifa race war, drag queen story time, war in the Ukraine, Trump trauma drama, Biden madness, and a HOST of lesser flying monkeys, designed to provide credence to a deeper lie.
The DEVIL will try to sell you a home he doesn’t own.
The DEVIL will try to give you a crown that is not his.
The DEVIL will tell you “I LOVE YOU”, while planning the way he will torture and kill you.
EVE of Destruction by Barry McGuire
The Eastern world, it is explodin'
Violence flarin', bullets loadin'
You're old enough to kill but not for votin'
You don't believe in war, but what's that gun you're totin'?
And even the Jordan river has bodies floatin'
But you tell me
Over and over and over again, my friend
How you don't believe
We're on the eve of destruction
Don't you understand what I'm trying to say
Can't you feel the fears I'm feeling today?
If the button is pushed, there's no runnin' away
There'll be no one to save with the world in a grave
Take a look around you boy, it's bound to scare you, boy
And you tell me
Over and over and over again, my friend
How you don't believe
We're on the eve of destruction
Yeah, my blood's so mad, feels like coagulatin'
I'm sittin' here just contemplatin'
I can't twist the truth, it knows no regulation
Handful of senators don't pass legislation
And marches alone can't bring integration
When human respect is disintegratin'
This whole crazy world is just too frustratin'
And you tell me
Over and over and over again, my friend
How you don't believe
We're on the eve of destruction
And think of all the hate there is in Red China
Then take a look around to Selma, Alabama
Ah, you may leave here for four days in space
But when you return, it's the same old place
The poundin' of the drums, the pride and disgrace
You can bury your dead, but don't leave a trace
Hate your next door neighbor but don't forget to say grace
And you tell me
Over and over and over and over again, my friend
You don't believe we're on the eve of destruction
No no, you don't believe we're on the eve of destruction
Oh Lord, how do WE remain steadfast in this place?
WE sojourn,
Dear God,
at Your request per Your plan.
WE ARE alive,
because Your breath is in US,
because You WILL IT!
WE exist,
and WE ARE in pain.
Jesus,
Your Father sent You to this World to save the sinners,
Your Father made a way for His flock,
in spite of our GREAT SHEPHERD,
we STRAY.
We wander off the path,
We long for shinier gods,
We lust for the world and its promise,
and in all this,
SATAN is waiting,
as a wolf,
ready,
to take Your children and turn them to stone.
Lord in Heaven WE ARE struggling,
WE ARE hounded by the demons,
WE ARE CHASED by evil men,
We should take comfort that You are there,
but the offers of Satan are many.
Lord,
help us in this wilderness as You helped Abraham,
help us to be AS STRONG as Your saints,
help us to remember that You are always HERE.
God,
WE renew our faith IN YOU,
WE will pray with open hearts,
WE will nourish ourselves with YOUR WORD,
and we know,
as the darkness falls,
that YOUR LOVE is our LIGHT.
In Your name we serve,
Jesus Christ,
AMEN
AIRBORNE SCHOOL – 1997: it was hard, ground week was a real pain. Tower week no longer used the “towers”, and jump week …
Jump week was one of the best weeks of my life. 5 jumps, at least one was a night jump, and I was stick-leader: so I stood in the door, and jumped first.
Back then I was an Atheist … I saw “right and wrong” but developed my own connected way it “made sense”, absent God.
But Dan, the Atheist? – he could jump out of that plane, with no fear, because he believed that the specialist or PFC or sergeant that packed my chute knew what they were doing – I had faith in strangers, so much I could jump out of a plane.
Many years later, 2011 I think, I was driving across the cascades early in the morning, and as I drove down the pass, on that empty road, I had a sense of vertigo – a feeling that I was out of control, and that my life was, and that I was going to careen off the road into the chasm below. Something had changed – and it wasn’t just my age.
What is faith?
It seems like a simple question, and it should have an easy answer, right?
Is faith attending church services regularly?
Is faith paying a tithe or donating to some random minister on channel 23?
Is faith an exercise, a ritual, a habit – or is it something deeper?
some recent events involving my faith (blog hosting, needing to find a place to live, etc) … my connections to these things and my fear of “losing” them seemed greater, yesterday, than my faith … I got angry … I stared at a checking account with 3 bucks in it … I emailed a friend for beer money … a friend with greater and stronger faith than mine
if my faith were strong? – would I even question that You, Lord, would not find another home for me?
if my faith were strong, would it not be easy for me to forgive, to let go of my anger?
if my faith were strong, would I not be someone who helps You, as a disciple, to bring the Word of God to ALL?
if my faith were strong, would I drink so much beer?
If my faith were strong enough, why would I be afraid to strip myself of the few possessions I have left, and wander out into the world, with a bible and with hope and knowledge that I am saved?
There is a LOT in this simple word: FAITH
There is more than I understand.
If we have faith, as Christians, we can change the world in a million important ways …
If we have faith, we can walk into a room and say, without fear:
“I am a Christian, and I believe in God, and I know He loves us, all of us.”
Moment of Silent Prayer:
Lord’s Prayer:
Go out into the world and let your daily work be an example of living faith.
Here is a song for understanding what life was like for men like Abraham …
