“Then the beast was captured, and with him the false prophet who worked signs in his presence, by which he deceived those who received the mark of the beast and those who worshiped his image. These two were cast alive into the lake of fire burning with brimstone. The devil, who deceived them, was cast into the lake of fire and brimstone where the beast and the false prophet are. And they will be tormented day and night forever and ever.”

-The Book of Revelation

It was winter of 2020. The world had stopped dead in its tracks. Because we were uncertain as to what The Sickness was. What would it do to us? Was The Voice right? Would we all eventually get it? Would we all eventually die? Would The Needle save us all? Is it safe? What will become of us if it isn’t?

“Was this The End?”

Panic stricken people flooded the supermarkets when The Voice and The Man Fauci first announced the two week stay. I wonder if they too were like me. Did they too turn to The Word? To The Book of Revelations? Were they seeking answers as well? Did they for a moment suspect that The Tribulation was on the horizon? Certainly something as deadly as The Sickness and as drastic as The Narrative was biblical. Was The Four Horsemen of The Apocalypse riding through the land, with horses foaming at the mouth?

I am sure that many people turned to God’s Word during this time of Fear and Uncertainty. Many wanted answers. Many churches turned to online worship and simultaneously experienced an explosion in attendance. But when Fear had frozen the hearts of mankind while loved ones perished and many more stood at the gates of Death, there was a question begging to be answered. 

“Where was God?”

The fact was that He was there the entire time, orchestrating the symphony. Our eyes had seen a symphony of destruction. We questioned what He was doing and why He was doing it. For those of us that have lent our hearts to The Creator of Heaven and Earth, at least. In Fear some reached out to Him. For protection. For healing. For salvation from The Sickness, and in cases, for their souls. However if we change our perspective slightly, we will see that it was not an untuned mess of chaotic dissonant chords. He was orchestrating a beautiful masterpiece.

Some would say that it was judgment on a Sin ravaged world. Whether it be directly by His hand, or indirectly by His stepping aside and letting Chaos reign. A world deserving of such for spitting in His face and dragging His Holy Name through the mud. A world that embraces The Alternative, The Blood of The Innocent, and The Divide. A world where The Church has faltered and become nothing more than a shell of its original self in the name of secular acceptance. Some would say that He brought about The Sickness to drive men to their knees in repentance. For them to reach to the heavens for sweet Salvation. After all, when The Sickness had forced churches to congregate via the internet, their services received many more views than the warm bodies that normally rest in the pews. Some even reached into foreign lands. Men were hungry. For answers. For reassurance. For some semblance of salvation. For their safety? For their health? For their souls? Maybe all of the above.

This could be the reason. Judgment. But what if there was something else hidden in this masterpiece? What if it was a warning? What if it was…

A Taste Of Things To Come

All throughout God’s Word we are shown prophetic warnings. From the rise and fall of kingdoms, the outcome of battles, and Babylonian captivity, to the coming of The Savior. One thing in particular that has captivated mankind for centuries is the questions of “When? Who? What?”. “When will The Christ return? When will The Antichrist arise? When will the End Times begin? Who is The Antichrist? Who is The False Prophet? What is the Mark of The Beast? What will transpire? What will happen to me?” Could it be that God had orchestrated The Sickness to give us a shadow of The End? A taste of things to come?

His Word as a collection reveals to us the tortured turmoil that the world is drowning in at The End. Sin runs rampant. Minds are debased and can no longer function rationally. Hatred for God is infectious. No desire for Christ. Only scoffing at such notions. Wars and rumors of wars. Sickness. Poverty. Disease. Fear and Uncertainty arrest the hearts of men as Anxiety, Hopelessness, and Depression become the true “New Normal”. In those times of Darkness, man will reach forth for answers. For hope. For salvation.

When The Sickness arrived on the shores of the nations after its departure from Wuhan, Fear and Uncertainty attacked the hearts of men. They searched for those answers. They found it in The Voice and in people such as The Man Fauci. The twisted minds from The Fear became accepting of the onslaught of information. Albeit negative. We were all told that until the arrival of The Needle, that the only savior was The Mask and various other strategies such as lockdowns and social distancing. The minds were so fixated and trusting in these three gods, that anytime an opposition to The Narrative had risen, it was met with stark opposition. Even verifiable experts on the situation were vilified by men. Because devotion was first given to the first three gods, and because The Voice and The Man Fauci said so. In time The Needle had arrived as the final savior. In desperation they ran to meet it. Absent was the concern for what it would do to you. Salvation from The Sickness was at hand. There was nothing to fear. The Voice and The Man Fauci said so. Even though it was all an experiment that coursed through the veins. Fear has a funny way of causing men to do foolish things in the dawn of Desperation.

The Unholy Trinity of Revelation. What is it? It is a man- The False Prophet. It is a system- The Antichrist. It is all controlled by the third person- Satan. Their game is Counterfeit and Deception. Lies. They will deceive by leading the fearful down a broken dark road and call it “hope”. They will claim to have the remedy to the Dark Storms. And they will persecute anyone that does not stand in line. 

During the era of The Sickness we had bore witness to the precursor to The Tribulation. Uncertain times had driven men to their knees in Fear. Begging. Pleading. Then The Voice broke through the storm. They had given men direction. Hope. The Voice had joined with people such as The Man Fauci. Together they offered the path to salvation. Their perverse version at least. Many people reached out to them. Many placed them atop the altars.

“We will listen to The Voice and The Man Fauci. We will listen to no one else. They offer the hope and salvation that we seek. It is them and only them that we will obey. If you do not bow or stand in our way, then we will destroy you”

The Mask became their crucifix. An outward ornament of devotion. It sealed them to the salvation of their gods. It separated the sheep from the goats. If you did not wear one then you were an infidel. Deserving of destruction you were. If you wore it incorrectly then you blasphemed the cross. Either way you were to some effect reminded that The Mask was sacred and should be honored appropriately. Some wore it with passion and pride. Like the Christian with their cross pendant or NOTW hat. Some wore it begrudgingly out of force. Like the frightened Christian forced to bow to another god or else.

The Voice and The Man Fauci became the False Prophet. Offering hope and salvation as long as you followed their gospel. Control. But they were part of the overall system. The System. An Antichrist, if you will. A whole plan that was put into place. A Narrative that all nations were unified in. Like a one world government. The “New Normal” was their shared motto. They all repeated the same talking points. The same tactics. Rehearsals behind closed doors. Government Bodies, Health Organizations, Pharmaceutical Companies, The Voice. All holding hands and singing the same song. Out of key. This system divided the nations. Believers and the Unredeemed. Those that bowed followed “The Science”. They had compassion. They wanted us all to survive this survivable deadly disease. The others were trash. Subhuman. They were selfish. They had a sick fetish to watch your grandmother die. They needed to be educated. The System created chaos and confusion. Brothers against brothers. Mothers against daughters. Fathers against sons. And Stress strangled them all while they fought.

Finally the miracle that The False Prophet and The Antichrist were destined to perform- The Needle. The end to The Sickness. The end to the power of this… “sin”. But there were those that still would not bow. Some nations, some states, and some cities were incensed by the noncompliance from the disobedient. They would not worship this god. This miracle that would save mankind. Coercion was ineffective. Therefore the masterminds of The System developed their fail safe. If they would not bow to The Needle then we would starve them. We would make them jobless. We would strip them of their right to engage in public life. We would bar them from buying or selling. Then, when their life is on its final thread, they will break and take the serum. Once they can show us their vaccination card then we will restore their life. The Mark of The Beast.

However, as mentioned previously, it all came crashing down. Because everything that The Unholy Trinity will offer will be a counterfeit. It will be a mountain of Lies. Written by The Father of Lies. Eventually eclipsed by Truth. Only someone as sinister as Satan could concoct The Sickness in a laboratory and unleash it into the earth. Only he could create The Narrative that The Voice of all nations would agree on and drill so deep into the minds of mankind that they break in Fear. Only he could prop up wicked crooks like The Man Fauci as some sort of savior. Only he could drive men’s Anxiety to the point of worshiping a cheap piece of cloth and beating his fellow man down for noncompliance. Only he could steer The System to divide mankind. To have Authority beat people in the streets for not wearing The Mask. To have Authority drag mothers to jail for not locking themselves into their homes. To have Authority arrest pastors for holding church services. To turn the other eye when Authority engages in the very things that the peasants are barred from doing. Only he could devise salvation in The Needle, a failed experiment that does not save anyone from The Sickness and has left its devoted damaged and scarred. Only he could create a “mark” that would allow the jabbed the right to live while the opposed are stripped of life. There was a Narrative to uphold. A profit to be made. And Control to be had. Break man and watch him bleed! “The New Normal” never looked so promising.

Am I saying that we had just lived through The Tribulation? That The Voice and The Man Fauci were the False Prophets? That The System was The Antichrist? No. But we did see the era of The Sickness play out like a tragic scene from Revelations. Almost as if it was lived out before our eyes verbatim. Crazy am I? Can anyone deny the fact that The Needle’s vaccine cards had the same characteristics as The Mark of The Beast? I think not. However, this foreshadowing of what will eventually be the true End Times serves as a warning. We saw manufactured Fear bring man to his knees and a counterfeit system raise him back to his feet. We saw corrupt players at work dividing mankind. We saw persecution. We saw Confusion authored by The Author of Confusion. We saw Lies told by the Father of Lies. All for… Control. Because Evil desires to control men in the most perverse way, all the while dressing it up as love and compassion. Usually by the use of Fear and subsequent propaganda. Then eventually by force. History’s dictators agree.

“It is all for your own good.”

At the time of this writing there are rumors circulating that The System is arising once again. That The Sickness is coming back. Even though The Voice has confessed that it is not going to kill all of us, they are already talking about lockdowns. They are already suggesting strapping The Mask back over our free will. They are pushing for us all to go meet The Needle again for its Judas kiss. Control is slipping through their hands. They are starting to panic.

So how do you survive this reprisal? How will you face the true Tribulation when it comes? How can you stand when The Four Horsemen of The Apocalypse circle around you? Horses foaming at the mouth? When the real Antichrist comes to power? When the real False Prophet deceives his sheep? When Chaos and Destruction dance upon the graves of what once was and what could have been? During the error of The Sickness there were many that lived in Fear. A fear of Death that eventually became a fear of being sick. Because the gods told them to be afraid. Sadly, many of these that embraced The Fear also embraced the gods and The Narrative as The System became their one true god. But for those that had seen through the charade. For those that had not been distracted by the smoke and mirrors of Deception. For those that wanted to still come together and worship The Holy Trinity despite Uncertainty breathing down the back of their necks. For those that did not fear The Fear. For those that do not tremble at Death. They have one thing in common. They belong to Vita Aeterna. To The One that strips Death of its sting. To The One that says continually… “Fear Not”.

Jesus Christ. The One that defeats Death. The One that takes the power from unholy and corrupt systems and men. The One true voice. The Only Hope. The Only Salvation. This was where their hearts were when Fear and Uncertainty controlled the hearts of The System’s congregation. In the hands of The Master as He directed the orchestra through the chaotic bars and measures of The Sickness.

Where will you find rest when The Sickness rises again? Who will have your heart when the sun sets at The End?

“And God will wipe away every tear from their eyes; there shall be no more death, nor sorrow, nor crying. There shall be no more pain, for the former things have passed away.”

-Revelation 21:4