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Gen Z and an Evil Psych Op

Wooden cross on hill at sunset with mountains and cloudy sky

I am speaking directly to my Gen-Z fans, friends, and grandchildren when I say, you are smarter than “them”. The psych-op meant to destroy you, won’t if you don’t let it. No matter how hopeless things feel right now, your generation is blessed. You stand on the precipice of a new age. You will witness the second coming, and with that the miracles of transformation and transcendence. Your generation will be more powerful than any generation before, and maybe even after.

That is why “they” have worked so hard to destroy you. “My name is Legion, for we are many” said the demons that possessed a man before Jesus healed him, Mark 5:9, Luke 8:30, and Matthew 8:28–32. You don’t see the infestation, their dominion, because they have successfully blinded you. Made you non believers. They had to. They know the powerful role you will play in ending the evil plague poised to destroy all of humanity.

You’ve been kept busy, hopeless, and faithless, on purpose. By tearing apart your family, polluting your communities, and annulling the nations, they’ve been able to convince you to accept one of the absurd brands they offer. It’s an evil psych-op that makes you think you are self-identified and actualized but too afraid to takeback your future, overthrow our oppressors, and redraft the status quo.

It’s not your fault. But please, do not give in, give up, or bother to get up tomorrow. You were labeled with the last letter in the alphabet as part of the conditioning that corrupted hope. You have been hypnotized, habituated, and made to believe your DNA does not matter, your innate sense that something is backwards is insane, and the ancient practice of branding slaves is not part of what’s been happening to you. They have doused your divine light and cast you in lots: depressed, dependent, degenerate gen-z.

Don’t believe their lies.

You are burned out. Who wouldn’t be. But you are not done. You are not stupid, lazy, or disconnected like they are trying to get everyone, including you… to believe. Sure, they hold this realm hostage and are dancing in the streets because most of you are numb, have turned away, or would rather sleep. History, teachers, and parents may have helped to prevent the losses of your id, sight, and soul, but you cannot blame them.

No one saw this horrific infection coming until it was too late. It started as an insidious dis-ease but has spawned diseases never before imagined. Diseases that effects more than the individual. Your generation could be the last if it is allowed to spread.   

Don’t let that be your legacy.

When propagation of your species is no longer innate, becomes something not profoundly paramount, purpose is lost. “Last-days” takes on a whole new reality. Apocalyptic prophecy feels more like a thick quilt to keep you warm and safe, someplace to hide when the monsters come out from under the bed. You look for security… in the dark. But I promise you, islam and its quran, socialist promises, and the recipient class edict feed off your fear. It laps at the ejaculations of your worst nightmares and sucks the milk of positive perspectives dry. You’ve been exsanguinated. You have become an empty vessel.

That was their goal all along.

Nature abhors a void. Propagating their species is the plan. They are making room for themselves. They take possession, control, and will eventually corner the market on hollow and barren bodies they can then use up and throw away here, in this realm. On our beautiful abundant planet. Because it sure beats hell.

So, you must understand that you are not alone in your desolation, depression and despondency.  That you cannot let them win. Rebuke the lies of evil doing men, sycophant societies, and destructive dogma. Put on the armor of God. Pray Psalm 91 over and over until you believe in yourself, the future, and God again. Fill up on positivity, promise, and purpose before they take full ownership.

You are covered by the sacrifice of Christ. You are given authority to trample scorpions and snakes, close the mouths of lions, and expel demons. Do not let your mind be conned into believing that you are powerless. Stop your quiet quitting. Learn the tools of diplomacy, digamy, and divinity.

You are benefactors of His power and meant to right all that is wrong, topple the temples of oppression, and prepare the world to receive Him when He returns.

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On a personal note:


Life is Vapor: Finding Meaning Beyond Comparison

This particular post is directed at the faithful, but does not predispose being counterfeit for even the most avid atheist, because we have all experienced the swish-swash moments that put our paradigms to the test. If not a real Q&A: getting it right or wrong, then one of those completely execrable exercises in who am I and why am I here.

To set the stage, put me in a pew of strangers, except for the one person I came to support. This morning, at the bequest of my daughter – whom could not make the ceremony, I found myself at the funeral for a woman who could very well be me. I already knew we’d had many commonalities.

The first being that our daughters were and remain friends since childhood.

As avid health activists and authors, we shared similar dreams of helping others with words of inspiration. We both loved our children and Jesus with a passion. But beyond that, I cannot say. I did not know the woman personally. I was intimidated at being introduced because I heard she was on Oprah, and once appeared on the cover of People magazine.

So, perhaps, I never allotted the opportunity. I cannot remember if she ever requested a chance to meet. But today, I found myself wishing we had.

I was not nearly as beautiful as her. Me and my lowly shy, unpublished life, and WordPress blog, would never have compared. Yet, I found myself wondering, that if I had tried, even on the general consensus of BFF daughters… we may have become friends.

Apparently and according to those that spoke at the ceremony, she was friends with everybody. She loved everyone. She was compassionate, empathetic, and had a spiritual presence that effected everyone who knew her.

But fate befell her…

Or divine intervention?

On this day I thank God that I am alive. That my body, nonmatter how many times it has seemed to set itself against me, has always come through for me. I am healed. I am strong and vital and resilient. Only seven years older than her, I’ve been blessed by five grand children, ranging between the ages of nineteen years and less than nineteen weeks. With potentially more on the way.

My point being: Never compare yourself to others.

Each one of us are unique. What we offer the universe does not come down to bank account balance, social stats, current attractiveness quotient, or bust line or chest size. Those that do not see the value in understanding you and your particular perspective need not matter.

I think about the story of the four blind men describing an elephant. Please look it up if you are not familiar. It is a must for any parent or grandparent to impart upon young loved ones. It may well set them up for a successful life blessed by God.

Needless to say, I spent the afternoon contemplating James 4:14, “You do not know what will happen tomorrow. For what is your life? Life is but vapor…”

I am an award winning painter but no Vangough or di’ Vinci. I am a published poet but will never come close to being as talented as Frost or Shakespeare. I am an author but not published by the big five. I am a successful business owner, wife, mother and grandmother but have never been on the cover of People.  

Still… I’m not dead yet.

And today I am left wondering. What does it matter who I am in my life, what I look like, how much I make or spend or leave behind in material inheritance? This, by the way will be literally nothing. (I and Leonardo have more in common than most) All that really matters is the legacy of love, forgiveness, and a compass of what is right or wrong and worthy under the redemption bequeathed by Christ: LOVE. Above all else, LOVE.

Love is the true north. You need not look riches in anything else.

I guess that means being published, a Pulitzer prize for humanitarian efforts, and an installment at the Louvre have spun out in the rinse cycle. And I am Okay with that. I’m no worse for the wear so to speak. Perhaps Jesus put me in as a delicate.