Bells of War 🔔

 I hate to sound like a broken clock, but we are in danger.

    We are in serious, immediate danger. The West has fallen and we are no longer safe. 

    I feel like I am constantly sounding the alarm and ringing the bells, yet nobody listens. Nobody even acknowledges the reality we currently find ourselves in. We as a nation have been completely desensitized and brainwashed, sitting around while things around us burn.

    Socialism, followed by Communism, are right on the doorstep. Every single morning, when I wake up and read the news online, it becomes more and more clear. The rate of which violence and crime is skyrocketing should be enough to let everybody know that something is not right. Something within the fabric of society is being torn apart from within. Yet nobody bats an eye, nobody pretends to care. They are all trapped and frozen, lost in the rat race of their own lives, going about their days like everything is normal. 

    I feel rage towards these people, I won’t lie any longer. I feel like grabbing them and slapping them, forcing them to wake up from their trance. Though I suppose, deep down inside, I know I’ll never be able to. The magic they are being put under by is powerful, and I simply do not know how to break it right now. I will look back on my life, whenever the end is near, and wish I could have done something- anything- to help those I care about the most. Yet no matter how hard I try, they will not rise from their state of numbness.

    Who am I to blame, when things finally go sour? Who am I to fight back against, when the dominoes finally begin to fall? The question enrages me, because I know the answer. The answer, that I’ll never find those who are at fault. That I will never get the opportunity to rise to the occasion, and defend all that I believe in. I will lose my family, and friends, to the evils of Communism, as the disease slowly spreads across the land and consumes all in its path. 

    The idea of seeing my elderly parents starve to death in their last years breaks my heart. It truly consumes me with a fire so deep, I cannot put it into words. The amount of evil I am up against is truly overwhelming, and I must do everything in my power to not allow it to destroy me from within. Sometimes I wonder why it is I have been awoken, only to remain walking around slaves.

    God is in control, and faith requires surrender. Surrounding to God’s will, and trusting his plans. Trusting, with my entire life, that He knows what He is doing. I can accept that. I can sit back, and understand that patience is a virtue. So I prepare. I do all I can to stay sharp, both mentally and physically. I remember a great quote I often read, referring to the idea that I am the one who chose this life- chose this body, chose this path, chose this timeline. I have been sent here for a reason, as have we all. Yet, in times like this, I wish the truth would reveal itself. I wish that my patience would be rewarded.

    Part of me wishes to leave, and run away while I still can. The wise warrior avoids the battle, or so I’ve been told. Yet, a part of me wishes to stay. Wishes to fight and defend our freedom, and all that comes with it. I am conflicted within. Much like how Achilles was conflicted about going to Troy to fight in the Trojan War. Achilles had his own Mother on his side, allowing him to console in her wisdom and knowledge. I do not have the same thing. I am isolated and alone, with nobody to turn to, nobody to talk to about it. So is my path. I do not complain. I understand that power and strength comes from within, and that he who wishes to conquer the world must first conquer himself.

    I do not fear for my life. As mentioned, God has a plan. He has a plan, for all of us. I am prepared to rise to the occasion and meet that plan head-on. If my time has come, then so be it. I know that whatever waits for me on the other side cannot possibly be worse than life. Yet still, the rage inside of me burns. The idea of having to sit back and watch others that I love and care for, go through the evils of Communism, enrages me. I cannot and will not stay silent. I will not sit back, and watch as those I love suffer at the hands of evil men. I cannot, and will not, go silent. I will fight, fight, against the dying of the light.

    History repeats itself, over and over again. Ignorant men believe that they are so special, and that no evil shall ever harm them again. That is why they are ignorant. That is why, they always fail. I understand what we are currently up against, and I realize that what has happened, will happen again. I have been given a heads-up to the horror which are about to happen, and I must prepare accordingly. I must do whatever is necessary to protect my family and friends. I have spent years now, sounding alarms and trying to wake up the masses- to no avail. Nothing I say nor do, can nudge them from their deep slumber. The spell which they have been cast under, is a deep, dark magic. Perhaps I must finally accept, that they are truly gone.

    What is worse- to die fighting as a hero? Or to run and live your life as a coward until the day you die? I often wonder, though I think I already know the answer. Survivors Guilt is a real thing, and I don’t think I could survive the rest of eternity knowing that I fled. Perhaps I am not as wise as I wish to be. Perhaps I am not the wizard I like to think I am. Perhaps, I am the warrior, who stands and fights. Perhaps I am meant to finally step into my power, and claim it for who I am.

    Regardless, the enemy approached. Each and every day, they take an extra step. Time is of the essence- and we are quickly running out. Soon, the enemy will be at our doorsteps, ready to begin. They will show no mercy. They will show no remorse. They have been programmed and brainwashed, to remove their consciousness. 

“Though I walk thru the valley of the shadow of Death, I will fear no evil-

for thou art with me” - Psalm 23:4

        May God Have Mercy,

                    Amen.