Proud to be an uncrushed Christian

AS THE New World Order/Agenda 2030 juggernaut rolls on, the next stop being digital identity and central bank digital currency, it continues in its attempt to crush Christianity.

To hold an alternative view of the nature of humanity and a relationship with an almighty creator is anathema to the parasite class whose goal is to create transhumanist slaves.

Sadly, the leadership of the Roman Catholic Church and the Church of England have failed to recognise the nature and scope of their devilish intent. As for the response from our so-called ‘Defender of the faith’, the less said the better.

The attack on organised Christian religion is not a recent phenomenon. While we justly decry Mao Zedong’s 1966 decade-long ‘Cultural Revolution’, the majority in the liberal West celebrate the equally disruptive contemporaneous ‘Revolution in the Head’ manufactured and perpetuated by the parasites.

While we were not imprisoned, starved and ordered to recite the Little Red Book, we were imprisoned in a new Godless reality, starved of a meaningful existence and we hummed along to the banality of All You Need is Love.

The music industry, Hollywood and the media encouraged the weak-minded to believe that a little pill was not dangerous, then it was a little marijuana, then a little LSD, then . . . Now we appear to have millions of people who believe that a little cocaine is not dangerous, rather than an addictive mood-altering palliative for value-free inadequates. Oh, don’t mention to them the deaths, the money laundering, the environmental devastation, and the widespread corruption they are happy to ignore.

The same parasitic eugenicists also encouraged us to believe that sexual relationships were not for procreation but for fun, for all, anytime, anywhere. They persuaded many to believe that they were not of the gender that nature intended and they could transform into whatever they wanted. Transnational, transform, transsexual, transhuman, ‘trans’ seems to be their favourite prefix. Pop lovers will recall that the unsavoury cult member Lou Reed’s second solo LP was his 1972 Transformer.

I was a cradle Catholic, born in 1950. My loving parents and close extended family were responsible for giving me a mostly fabulous childhood. My mother, her sister and friends were very active in the Catholic Women’s League and all parish events. Weekends required attendance at Jumble Sales, Bring and Buy, Beetle Drives, Whist Drives, Scouts, Sunday School etc. When I was nine I was cycling on winter mornings to serve at 6.30am Mass. At ten I was reading the lesson. After Sunday benediction the fellow servers and I would play football on the field next to the church. In those days Midnight Mass and the Easter Vigil were at midnight and we were expected to serve. The priests of my youth included a Franco admirer and a lovely gentle Irishman. Christmas parties were arranged by the worthy men of the Knights of Saint Columba.

Those days are gone. Grey hairs are more evident in church than black or brown. I am lucky to attend an excellent parish ministered by a refreshingly rebellious priest but the ‘Jumble Sale’ and ‘football after benediction’ days will not return.

Many of the experiences I have listed were not wonderful but they were excellent learning opportunities. Many were challenges to my patience, endurance and intellect, but these are attributes that the parasites despise.

Rather than moulding me into an unthinking, unquestioning drone, the parish and family-based experiences of my youth enabled me to resist the weapons-grade bilge thrown at us during the ‘pandemic’ and the nonsense of the global-warming grifters. They made me aware of the multiple ‘false flag’ operations and of those who create conflicts for profit. They also fostered the deep suspicion I now have of the propaganda we are fed by the ‘mainstream media’.

TAP

God can be accessed through prayer, and listening to mediums like Edgar Cayce.  This is simpler and offers more explanation and detail about the spirit world than religions which are written by men, who had agendas, and in some instances, distort the picture.