Passing of the Torch 🔥

 The Beacons Are Lit.

    The final phase of the plan is in swing. Things are now in motion which cannot be undone. The future of the world is being written upon the pages of history, as we speak. War is here, and there is nothing that can stop it.

    Can you feel it? Can you feel the cool, calm breeze? The calm before the storm, slowly sweeping across the plains? Can you sense Death, as he sharpens his sickle and prepares to feast? He is here, and make no mistake my friends- He is hungry.

    Having spent my recent nights consuming historical content, it is rather amazing how much we here on Earth enjoy war. The conflict of man vs man, man vs machine, is something which has existed since the dawn of Earth. Some religions believe it is the work of Aries, the god of war, who had invented hate in the hearts of man. Others believe the fault lies with Prometheus, one of Zeus’ relatives, for introducing fire to man. Whichever fault you choose to pin it on, the facts remain the same- man loves war.

    Violence is something which is difficult to explain. Putting into words the reason why we as individuals hold onto such rage, such contempt for bloodshed, is a difficult task. The reality is, it has been hardwired into us from brith. Something about our DNA screams at the ability to consume and destroy all that enters our path. We are a deadly species, hell-bent on destruction. For destruction breaths creation, leading to alternative paths. 

    The Annunaki is an ancient legend of a superior race, having invented man to do their will. To have them labour and work under their control, directing us towards achieving their ultimate goal of harvesting gold for their home planet and atmosphere. As much as this legend may simply be a story, the basis of it still rings true today. Once we learn to understand that these beings were simply an extremely advanced lifeforms, with multiple leaders and individuals of extreme power, we can begin to see the similarities within ourselves today. If man was made in the image of “God”, would it not be suitable to assume that God himself holds rage within?

    Creation is the ultimate form of power. The reality is, anybody can destroy. Destroy a sand castle, and you glimpse a brief moment of superiority. The idea of conquering something which another man has built, is truly an indescribable word. Throw a coup-d’état, and conquer a nation. The same exact feeling, amplified. The reality is, we humans are gifted at destroying and conquering. Destroying cities, nations, noble families. We constantly are searching for the opportunity to destroy the world of the old, in order to create our own vision. The constant drive to build a future in which we are in control. To create our own world.

    When we sit back and think about it, something becomes extremely clear- we are not that different from God himself. If God created us in his image, and he flooded our Earth, then why would we expect ourselves to be any different? Why would we imagine that our own DNA would not hold the same desires as He who created us? Like father, like son. And make no mistake, we are all the sons of God. We are all those who kneel before the ultimate power of creation. For now.

    Humanity is hell-bent on achieving ultimate power. We are on a mission to acquire the forbidden knowledge necessary in order to rise above our mortal selves. The greatest mission in all of humanity is the ability to cheat Death, and live long enough to rule over the world. To unlock the secrets of God himself, and acquire the power to create our own world. A world, where man’s will directs the current, not God’s. Will we ever achieve this? One can hardly know for certain. Regardless, we still strive.

    Man will most likely succeed in joining the powers from above. We will continue to strive forward, achieving the unimaginable. We will continue to push forward, creating new worlds from the old. After all, it is only natural. Death may be viewed as the end, but for Creation, it is viewed as necessary. The ability to raze down fields upon fields of life, in order to fertilize the grounds to build upon something new. The reality of life is that this is a cold, cruel journey. There is no happy ending in this story. There is no celebration at the end. We are not awarded for our service. We are simply expected to serve.

    Keeping that in mind, perhaps it is best man reach for the power of God. Perhaps, it is best we achieve it. For if God has placed us here to suffer, placed us here to burn- what is there to suggest we cannot do better? What is there to suggest that with the proper power, we cannot do something different? Faith in God has gotten us this far, no question about it. However, perhaps faith is meant to change into rage. Perhaps our DNA has been programmed to seek the power to control our fates, instead of simply accepting them. Perhaps we are meant to rise and challenge our Father for his seat. After all, passing the torch is not only proper- it is necessary.

Happy Father’s Day, Dad.

        Glory Be,

                    Amen.