Today, we are going to walk into the deep end. We are going to speak of things that sound like conspiracy, but I ask you to hold your judgment and test everything against the unshakeable rock of Scripture. We are going to talk about the pattern of the ages, the rhythm of rebellion, and the Great Resets that have defined human history from the shadows. This is not a theory for the faint of heart, but a reality check for those that have eyes to perceive and ears to hear.

I want to begin by playing the devil’s advocate. Not because I find his position compelling, but because to understand the battlefield, you must understand the enemy’s strategy. And his strategy is ancient, patient, and horrifyingly effective.

The clock is ticking. The Word tells us, “And this gospel of the kingdom will be proclaimed throughout the whole world as a testimony to all nations, and then the end will come” (Matthew 24:14 ESV). This is a trigger. This is the condition. As Satan, the great adversary, my primary, all-consuming goal would be to prevent that condition from ever being met. I need to stop the Gospel from reaching every tribe and tongue. I need to ensure that when the Bridegroom comes, He finds as few lamps lit as possible. How do you do that? How do you put a global pause on the Great Commission? You don’t do it with a frontal assault. A roaring, fire-breathing dragon descending from the clouds would only unite the faithful in resistance. No, the father of lies is far more subtle. His masterpiece is not a war, but a seduction. His greatest weapon is not a sword, but a reset button.

The Orchestration of the Great Reset

Imagine, for a moment, you are the prince of this world. You have millennia to work with. You see humanity, in fits and starts, building civilizations that, despite their flaws, carry echoes of the Creator. You see the Gospel spreading, churches being planted, truth taking root. You cannot allow this to reach its conclusion. So, you set a plan in motion. It is a multi-generational project, a masterpiece of deception.

First, you instigate a catastrophe. It doesn’t matter the flavor. A man-made cataclysm like a global war that scorch the earth. A natural-looking event, perhaps a meteor from the heavens, or a pestilence that sweeps across the continents. The method is interchangeable. The goal is the same: chaos, death, and terror. A global catastrophe that culls the population and shatters the existing orders.

In the aftermath, when the survivors are dazed, traumatized, and desperate for stability, you introduce the reset. This is where the real work begins. You wipe the slate clean. Not physically, but historically, intellectually, spiritually.

The first phase of the reset is the purge. Evidence of the truth must be eliminated. Books are burned. Libraries are destroyed. Artifacts that speak of a different history, a different technology, a different relationship with God, are systematically purged. The old world is not just defeated; it is erased from memory.

Then, you rewrite the history books. The new narrative is simple, materialistic, and, most importantly, godless. You explain away the impossible remnants of the past. Those magnificent structures, the pyramids, the megalithic temples, the ancient government buildings that we still see today, exhibiting craftsmanship we cannot replicate, are dismissed as the products of primitive ingenuity or brute-force slave labor. The new story is that humanity is on a linear upward trajectory of progress, and the past was just a clumsy, ignorant stepping stone.

Technology is a key part of this. None of our modern marvels are new. Wireless communication, air travel, power sources, they have all existed before, in different forms. In the reset, you either destroy this knowledge or you corrupt it. You take technology that could be used to glorify God and spread His Gospel, and you twist it into a tool for distraction, surveillance, and idolatry. You turn the internet from a potential library of Alexandria for the Gospel into a global den of iniquity and division.

You allow God’s truths to persist, but only in a controlled, limited way. Perhaps a few families here, a secret society there. You guard them, isolate them, and ensure their knowledge never reaches the masses. Meanwhile, you reprogram the younger generations. You give them new, rudimentary truths. You teach them a counterfeit narrative for three or four generations, long enough for the lies to become the accepted reality. The new truths become the new normal. The few remaining artifacts of the old world are explained away, and the language itself is infiltrated. Words get new definitions. Truth becomes relative, and morality becomes a matter of popular opinion.

The Art of Divisive Warfare

How do you manage the population during this reset and prevent them from uniting against you? You use your oldest and most effective tool: division.

The enemy would struggle to lure us from Christ’s narrow path if we united under one God, one Scripture, and one path to salvation. Imagine your family, then your neighborhood, then your town and nation, all aligned in this faith. What would such societal unity look like? It might look like a family waking each morning to thank God. A family that prayed together, loved neighbors as Jesus does, and helped those in need. Valuing life, they’d feed the hungry and shelter the homeless, not for show, but because it pleases God. Such a family would seek God’s happiness in all they do.

Now, how does this tie back to divisiveness? We’ve been programmed to label our neighbors: liberal vs. conservative, Protestant vs. Catholic, man vs. woman, black vs. white, rich vs. poor, immigrant vs. native. The enemy uses these divisions to fragment society, hiding our shared humanity and our common need for a Savior.

These lines of division for the enemy to exploit would not exist if we all had an intimate relationship with Christ Jesus and His gospel. If Jesus was at the center of our lives, the enemy would be stripped of this most effective tool that he’s currently leveraging against our eternal souls.

Social media becomes the turbocharged engine for this divisive virus. It amplifies, reinforces, and monetizes these labels, branding us into camps with prescribed group-think. Once these artificial identities are established, they pit groups against each other. America, while not officially a ‘Christian Country,’ was a democratic republic founded on many Christian principles. Communities revolved around churches. Schools were often in churches. Being Christian was a norm. Fast forward to today, and you might be ostracized for defending those very same values. This pattern is not new. Great societies like Rome, Egypt, and Israel all rose to prosperity, then decayed as the enemy infiltrated their institutions, exploiting human sinful nature. The enemy blames ‘the other’, blacks, foreigners, gays, the opposing political party. We’re distracted, pointing fingers and fighting each other. The real enemy wins as long as we’re preoccupied, widening the chasm between us and God. It doesn’t matter which side you follow; by playing the enemy’s game, we’re arguing our souls right into his camp, eternally.

The Pawns on the Board

Satan has his agents infiltrated and influencing all major aspects of society: government, finance, media outlets, “intelligence” agencies. Everyone and everything is a pawn on the board, pursuing their own agenda, which in most cases is in line with satan’s agenda. The military industrial complex is a pawn. Religious denominations are a pawn. Political parties…a pawn. Secret societies, fraternal organizations…all pawns. Just about every group-think organization, major institution, government, and religion has been infiltrated by agents of satan.

The actual agents of satan are almost never the person writing the books, standing on the stage, in front of the camera, or leading the rally. They are the influencers, the funders, the quiet manipulators behind the scenes. And satan has positioned himself so that most of the world doesn’t even believe he exists. We believe in aliens, but we don’t believe in demons or the Holy Spirit. Satan has set the stage for this narrative over decades and centuries. Moon landings, thousands of movies about aliens and extraterrestrial invasions, we call it science fiction. The stage has been thoughtfully constructed and integrated into our understanding and worldviews.

This is the first layer of the Great Deception. The alien story, whatever shape it takes, will likely flatter our age. It will promise salvation without a savior, unity without repentance, knowledge without the cross. It will come with miraculous technology, with cures, with promises of peace and unity. It will perform great signs and wonders. Their plan is not an assault, but a seduction, an offer of convenience, a solution to all our problems, requiring only that we set aside our archaic beliefs and unite under their new banner. This is the strong delusion. This is the lie dressed in light. When you hear the talk of aliens, I need you to perform a mental substitution. Replace that word with demons. Replace it with fallen angels. These beings will not appear as monsters. They will appear as friendly, advanced, benevolent saviors.

An Earthly Realm SITREP

My Lord, following is a SITREP from one of your many, humble and stranded members of the faith.

Our generals have been compromised, vanquished, and their troops have disbanded. The troops are fragmented and have either fled to remote, rural fallback encampments far off in the mountains, or to the shores of remote deserted islands. Others meander about in plain sight in all manners of disguise from enemy agents. Some stand firmly in plain sight atop large platforms of influence, but are indecisive and undeclared. The situation is dire, my Lord.

On the Media Assault, the large companies have long been overtaken by the enemy and actively engaged in the dissemination of propaganda, sowing seeds of confusion, chaos, division, and half-truths. The compensation of their troops is generous in earthly measures, and they have mostly decided to side with the enemy. The independent companies are a mixed bag of useful pawns of the enemy, or siloed fragmented troops left to fend off enemy forces with minimal resources. However, many are of deepest convictions and fight fiercely to spread your truths. But if I am honest, I know not how long they will be able to hold off the enemy, my Lord.

On the Intellectual Assault, the enemy is actively engaged in attacks on your youngest chosen in the womb upon conception. The young are attacked in their schools and by programming propagated by the large media companies. They are being robbed of their spiritual and earthly gifts before even reaching adolescence. Their parents have been lulled into a state of mindless speaking and acting. They blindly walk to the tune of the enemy, unawares of their realities, and hypnotically perform in accordance with the enemy’s desires, thereby unwittingly supporting the enemy’s strategy on battlefields across the realm, my Lord.

On the Bodily Vessel Assault, the enemy has consolidated most of the food supply and manufacturing, successfully infecting supply stores resulting in inflammation, dulling our minds, and hardening our hearts. The waters have been corrupted, polluted, and leaving us in a neutered state, unable to properly replenish. It seems the enemy’s attacks on this front were conceived, organized, and deployed generations ago, having strategically and stealthily positioned their pieces on the battlefield when our great grandparents were not even yet a thought.

On the Assault on your Chosen and Called Ones, your chosen are in all manners of fragmented chaos. Some scattered about lost in confusion, void of vigor and unclear of their intended Holy purpose. Others self-isolate in moated encampments scattered covertly about, in silence and stillness to avoid drawing attention. The remaining are deafened and blinded to your calling by strategically positioned earthly and fleshly distractions of the enemy. The chosen are semi-awake, but not enough to see nor hear your calling.

On the Assault on your Holy Houses, the enemy has infiltrated just about every leadership post in just about every house and in all squadrons of your Holy earthly House, My Lord. In some houses, your commandments have been outright rejected. In other houses, your commandments have been diluted and contorted to benefit the enemy’s objectives. Your flock marches en masse and blindly led towards the enemy’s kingdom. Note however, there are a few strongholds. In these few cases, your Gospel message is clear. The commandments are studied and thoroughly understood. Leadership moves with conviction and the fervor of your Holy warrior angels. But they are facing a multi-lateral assault by agents and institutions of the enemy. Their situation is also dire, My Lord.

Finding Truth in the Age of Deception

How do you know what is truth if everything you’ve been taught from kindergarten to college is a lie that fortifies the false narrative aligning with satan’s agenda? Well, there are the old books. The really old ones. Unfortunately, many of them are in private libraries we don’t have access to. The few that are still available are in the process of being edited or purged. In a few more generations, the stories they tell will be either very different or non-existent.

As Shashue, not the character playing the devil’s advocate, I believe the only source of reliable truth is to have a personal relationship with God the Father through His Holy Spirit. The good news is that this is a free option available to every single one of us. Seek, knock, ask.

“Ask, and it will be given to you; seek, and you will find; knock, and it will be opened to you. For everyone who asks receives, and the one who seeks finds, and to the one who knocks it will be opened” (Matthew 7:7-8 ESV). This is an invitation to confident, ongoing prayer. We are to come to God not as distant subjects, but as children approaching a Father who is predisposed to give us what is good, most of all, more of Himself.

I want to be clear. I’m not suggesting we don’t read or believe whatever translation of the Bible you read. I am suggesting that reading without the guidance of the Holy Spirit opens us up to deception, misinterpretation, and confusion. The phrase “lean not on your own understanding” is arguably most critical when it comes to reading the Bible. Leaning on our own understanding leads to all sorts of tragic outcomes.

Now, some may read this and think it’s quite gloomy. There’s really nothing to worry about if God is at the wheel of your time and efforts. If you know the voice of the shepherd and it’s the one that directs how you spend the time he’s given you. If he is the one that sits at the throne of YOU. If He is your compass, your driver, your director, your King. You don’t have anything to worry about.

Pray without ceasing. This is not a cliché; it is the rhythm of a life anchored in Christ. It is not about being on your knees 24/7, but about cultivating a continuous conversation with God throughout the day. It’s a “thank you” for the car that started. It’s a “thank you” for the first breath of fresh air. It’s a conversation with Jesus in the car about a source of anxiety. It’s an out-loud conversation with God about the woods and the muddy trails as you walk your dog. It’s a brief intercessory “God help them get where they need to go safely” for the nuisance driver tailgating you.

Prayer becomes the training ground for discernment, learning to distinguish between God’s whisper, my own prideful desires, and the enemy’s lies. Every time I chose to believe God’s truth over the enemy’s accusation, I became a little more like Christ. This is the sanctification process. It’s not primarily about trying harder to be good; it’s about learning to recognize and follow the voice of the Good Shepherd moment by moment.

So modern times trains us to worry about Artificial General Intelligence, aliens, world wars, pandemics, asteroids, and famines. But if you’re earnestly in prayer, earnestly walking in the faith, you don’t have anything to worry about. This is not to suggest there won’t be tough times ahead. But God is never caught off guard. He is never surprised. And You are on His team. You are one of His. What better team to be on in these times?

The return of the Lord will come like a thief in the night (1 Thessalonians 5:2). For the world, it will be a sudden, terrifying shock. But for those who are awake, for the children of light, it should not be a surprise. We are called to live in a constant state of faithful readiness. The enemy’s Great Resets are designed to lull the world to sleep, to rewrite history, and to separate as many souls as possible from the love of the Father. But his strategy has a fatal flaw. It cannot touch the soul that is anchored in Christ, the mind that is guarded by the Word, and the heart that is in constant communion with the Holy Spirit.

Stand firm. Put on the full armor of God. The battle for your mind, and for the souls of many, is here. When the world says, “Look to the skies for answers,” we look for the one returning in the clouds. Until then, we stay sober, we stay awake, and we stay anchored.

The Lord bless you and keep you. Stand firm.

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As I write these notes, the morning dew blankets the driveway this morning while the birds sing out loud, perched in the mango tree in mom’s front yard. Prayers have been spoken. Mom was wide awake by the time I poked my head into her bedroom.

“Mom, good morning. Anything hurting? Did you sleep well? Everything that was working yesterday is working today?”

“No, yes and yes,” she replies.

“Grace a dieu,” I retorted.

This has become the morning script. It snaps her out of whatever despair she may be feeling and retrains the mind on the things to be grateful for. We began this a few weeks ago. It works for her, and it forces me to do the same for myself. Yes, because some mornings I need the reminder too.

Today’s mind ramblings are not particularly theological. But maybe something for you dog humans out there. I am going to bore you about Wiggles’ diet.

She has been on a raw diet her whole life. A mixture of bone, muscle meat, organ meat, and three percent fiber. She has an order of preference. When you watch her eat, from her favorite to her least favorite, you would think she had fingers. No matter how much you mix the bowl up, she manages to separate each component with meticulous precision.

She grabs the bone meat first. Then the muscle meat. Then the organ meat. As for the fiber, well, she flat out hates it. She has never liked her vegetables. She gets the fiber on Tuesdays or Wednesdays.

For her whole life, this is what it looked like. She gets the full dish on Tuesday. She eats everything except the veggies. Meal time the next day, Wednesday, I put out the dish with nothing but the fiber she left the previous day. She sniffs it. Walks over to me and gives me that look, “What’s your problem, dude? Where’s the meat?” She walks away, and I put the veggies back in the fridge. Meal time Thursday comes around. I put out the dish with nothing but the fiber she left the previous days. By this time, she has not eaten in a few days, so she reluctantly eats her portion of fiber for the week.

So, this has been the routine for about five years. There are things I used to do occasionally to hack her wiring. I would puree the veggies with ground beef and some bone broth. But considering our current situation and time constraints, daddy no longer has time for these types of theatrics. So, for the last two years, she basically fasts for two days before she will eat her fiber for the week.

Well, that is how it has always been. Until this week.

This week, I put her dish down with her portion of fiber. I sat and watched her eat. As expected, the bone meat went first. Followed by the muscle meat, the organ meat. It was at this point I was expecting her to walk away. But she did not. She went straight over to the fiber and gobbled it all down without hesitation.

After five years, what has changed, I wondered.

She finished her whole meal, walked over to me, nudged my knee with her head, and walked off into her cozy space at the head of the driveway.

Was this a one time display of gratitude and consideration for my time? Or has she simply just given up trying to outmaneuver me.

As a puppy, she learned to feign eating the veggies. She would sneak off to a corner in the back yard, regurgitate it, come back running to me, at which point I would give the meat portion of her meal. I figured out what she was doing after a while when cleaning the yard and saw a pile of regurgitated veggies. So, since that revelation, I have made it a point to watch her eat her veggies and not sneak off somewhere to spit it back out.

But yeah, so that is my head scratcher this morning. Wiggles ate the full measure of her meal on the fiber day, which was yesterday. And after five years, I do not know why she did so, without the usual theatrics I have come to expect every week.

I find myself simply watching. Waiting. I look forward to seeing what happens next week. Will this new pattern of behavior take root? Or was it a fluke, a momentary lapse in her lifelong campaign of vegetable resistance?

This small, strange shift in my dog’s behavior has me thinking about patterns, and our relationship to them. We are creatures of habit. We build our lives, our faith, our understanding of God on the predictability of certain things. The sun rises. The script with my mother works. Wiggles leaves her veggies. These patterns create a sense of order, a framework we can lean on. We come to expect certain behaviors, from our pets, from our families, from ourselves, even from God.

Then, without warning, the pattern breaks.

The temptation is to immediately search for the why. To diagnose, to explain, to fit the anomaly back into a box of understanding. Did I change the brand? No. Did the fiber taste different? Not that I can tell. Is she feeling unwell? She seems perfectly normal, vibrant even. The why eludes me.

And in that space of not knowing, I am left with a simple choice. Do I fret over the cause, or do I just observe the change? Do I accept that, for now, the reason is hidden from me?

This feels like a tiny, furry parable for my own walk. How often do I pray for a change in a stubborn pattern in my own life, in my mother’s condition, in the world’s madness? And when a shift, however small, finally occurs, do I receive it with simple gratitude? Or do I immediately begin dissecting it, questioning its legitimacy, doubting its permanence, demanding to know the why before I dare to celebrate the what?

“For everything there is a season, and a time for every matter under heaven,” writes the Preacher in Ecclesiastes (Ecclesiastes 3:1 ESV). There is a time for the old pattern, and a time for it to end. A time for the fasting from the veggies, and a time to eat them without complaint. Our mistake is believing we are the timekeepers. We think we understand the seasons of our own hearts, let alone the seasons of another creature, let alone the seasons of God’s movement.

Wiggles does not owe me an explanation. Her change, whether permanent or temporary, is a gift. It is one less point of friction in a day already full of them. It is a small, silent mercy. My job is not to interrogate it. My job is to notice it, to be thankful for it, and to keep providing the meal.

How much more is this true with God? He shifts a circumstance. He softens a heart. He provides an unexpected peace in a long standing turmoil. And my first instinct is rarely quiet thanks. It is often a suspicious, “Why now? How? What’s the catch? Will this last?” I am like the servant who receives a talent and immediately buries it out of fear, instead of putting it to work with joy.

“Know this, my beloved brothers: let every person be quick to hear, slow to speak, slow to anger” (James 1:19 ESV). Perhaps we should also be slow to analyze. Quick to observe, yes. Quick to give thanks, absolutely. But slow to demand the full schematic of every change. Some mysteries are not for us to solve. They are for us to witness, and in the witnessing, to learn trust.

Maybe Wiggles’ change is her own small act of surrender. A giving up of a futile fight. Maybe she finally understands the pattern leads to hunger, and acceptance leads to peace. Maybe she is just growing up. I do not know.

But her silent compliance, her simple completion of the meal, feels like a sermon. It speaks of a grace that operates without my understanding. A change that happens in the hidden places of will and habit, unseen by me until the result appears in the bowl. It reminds me that most of God’s work in me happens just like this. Unseen. Quiet. A gradual rewiring of desire. A slow turning of the will. And one day, I find myself doing the thing I swore I never would, loving the person I thought I could not, bearing the burden I was sure would break me. And I look back and cannot pinpoint the moment it changed. I only know the pattern is different.

So I will watch next week. I will place the bowl. I will observe. If she eats the fiber again, I will take it as a small, ongoing grace. If she returns to her old ways, I will continue the routine, the patient, stubborn offering of what is good for her, whether she recognizes it or not. My love for her is not contingent on her eating her vegetables. My care for her is not validated by her compliance. I provide the good thing because I am her provider. Her response is her own.

Is that not a picture of the Father’s love for us? He provides the daily bread, the sustenance we need. Our response, grateful acceptance, petulant refusal, slow resignation, is our own. His faithfulness is the constant. Our understanding is the variable.

For now, I am just a man, standing in a driveway, grateful for a clean bowl and a mystery. The birds are still singing. The dew is burning off. My mother is content. And the dog, for this week at least, has eaten all her vegetables.

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The house is quiet. The only sound is the soft tap of these keys and the distant, rhythmic sigh of my mother sleeping. Wiggles is at her post, a sentinel at the end of the driveway, watching the world begin its day. It is in this peace that the other noise becomes audible. Not a sound you hear with your ears, but one you feel in the spirit. A low-frequency hum of collective unease.

You’ve felt it too. In the glances exchanged over coffee when the news cycles. In the paused conversations about college funds and retirement accounts. In the secular friend who jokes, with eyes that aren’t joking, about “getting a bunker,” and the brother in Christ who asks, quietly, “How are we supposed to think about all this?” It’s the whisper of a question beneath every headline about war, every policy shift, every market tremor: What if it all comes apart?

My family had a rule: never discuss politics, money, or religion outside the home. For years, I obeyed it. It was safe. Clean. But faith in a comfortable, stable world is a luxury the times are stripping away. Silence now feels less like wisdom and more like complicity. So I write this not because of a thunderous prompt, but because of the absence of an objection. Because sometimes the quiet itself is the permission.

Let me be clear upfront: I am not a financial advisor, an economist, or a prophet. I am a man who reads the paper, reads the Book, and tries to listen for the difference. What follows isn’t a blueprint. It’s a train of thought pulling into the station of my mind. If you’re reading this, the prayer over it was met with silence, which I’ve learned to interpret as “proceed.”

Lately, these whispered anxieties have crystallized into a single, clear thought. If I were an entrepreneur today, looking at the fault lines in our systems, the brittle financial networks, the weaponized digital spaces, the centralized control of everything from information to food, my company wouldn’t be called something sleek and futuristic. It would be named for the reality we are all quietly acknowledging.

It would be called “End Times Solutions.”

The name is not a marketing ploy. It is a statement of assumption. It assumes the biblical narrative is true. It assumes the “end times” are not just a prophetic clock ticking somewhere out there, but a spiritual and practical landscape we are already walking into. It assumes that the systems we rely on, the just-in-time supply chains, the centralized banks, the monolithic tech platforms, the institutionalized faith, are not just inefficient or corrupt, but are, in many ways, actively adversarial to the people of God. They are tools in a war for the soul of humanity, and they are not on our side.

This company would not be about fear. It would be about function. Its mission would be simple: to facilitate the day-to-day living of believers by operating outside the centralized systems the world has built to control and manipulate us. Its focus would be on how the Body of Christ can find and support itself with little to no reliance on the very institutions that have been co-opted to divide, demoralize, and disarm us.

This is not a retreat. It is a recalibration. A return to source code.

Part 1: The Anatomy of a Captive Body

We have forgotten what we are. We read the metaphors of the New Testament as poetic imagery, not as operational manuals.

“For just as the body is one and has many members, and all the members of the body, though many, are one body, so it is with Christ.” (1 Corinthians 12:12 ESV).

“For as in one body we have many members, and the members do not all have the same function, so we, though many, are one body in Christ, and individually members one of another.” (Romans 12:4-5 ESV).

We nod at this. We agree. But our practical reality is a body in captivity. Our “members” are disconnected, strangers to one another. The eye does not know the hand. The foot is unaware of the stomach. We are fragmented, individual cells wondering why we feel weak, not realizing we were designed to be part of a living, breathing, interdependent organism.

Why? Because we have outsourced our organic functions to external, centralized systems.

• We outsourced nourishment to industrial food conglomerates and fragile supply chains.

• We outsourced healing to a medical-industrial complex that often treats symptoms, not persons.

• We outsourced wisdom to search algorithms and credentialed experts who dismiss the Spirit.

• We outsourced community to social media platforms that trade in outrage and alienation.

• We outsourced security to governments and financial institutions that can freeze assets, restrict movement, and redefine truth with the stroke of a pen.

• We even outsourced our faith to branded denominations and celebrity pastors, trading the priesthood of all believers for a spiritual subscription service.

We became consumers in a spiritual and material economy, not a Body. We receive services; we do not exercise gifts. We pay for care; we do not provide it. This is not the design. This is the captivity. It is comfortable, until it isn’t. And the whispers tell us that time is approaching.

Part 2: The End Times Solutions Framework: A Return to Organism

“End Times Solutions” would not be a company in the traditional sense. It would be a catalyst. A set of principles and simple tools to reactivate the latent, God-given DNA of the Body.

Its core offering wouldn’t be a product. It would be reconnection. A re-forging of the ligaments and tendons that have atrophied from disuse.

1. The Principle of Proximity & the Geo-Location of Grace.

Imagine an application. But not one that lives in the cloud, dependent on Amazon’s servers and Google’s permissions. This would be a peer-to-peer mesh, designed to function with minimal to no internet. A digital version of the town square notice board, operable on a basic flip phone or a ham radio.

Its purpose? To make the invisible Body visible at the street level.

• The farmer with surplus potatoes posts a simple signal.

• The mother who knows how to can and preserve food sees it.

• The man with a pickup truck, a member of the same local fellowship, gets a ping.

• The elderly widow, whose pension doesn’t stretch, receives a knock on the door with a bag of food.

No currency exchanged. No middleman taking a cut. No data harvested. Just: I have a need. I have a gift. The Spirit connects us.

It connects the carpenter with the family whose fence broke. The nurse with the new mother struggling with postpartum anxiety. The teacher with the kids falling behind. The prayer warrior with the man sinking in despair. It is a tool for the “one anothers” of scripture to find one another: Bear one another’s burdens (Galatians 6:2). Encourage one another (1 Thessalonians 5:11). Serve one another (1 Peter 4:10).

This is not a barter app. It is the technological manifestation of koinonia, the deep, mutual sharing that defined the early church. “And all who believed were together and had all things in common. And they were selling their possessions and belongings and distributing the proceeds to all, as any had need.” (Acts 2:44-45 ESV). They didn’t do this because they were socialists. They did it because they were a Body. The hand does not charge the arm for its service.

2. The Economy of Reputation: Where Your Fruit Is Your Credit.

In this system, the central bank is not the Federal Reserve. It is the fruit of the Spirit. Trust is not bought with a credit score; it is earned with consistency, integrity, and love.

Your “reputation” in the network isn’t a five-star rating. It is the living memory of the community. Did you show up when you said you would? Was your work honest? Did you give generously? Did you speak truth in love? Did you pray when you promised to?

This is “Proof of Character,” the only consensus mechanism that matters in the Kingdom. Over time, your history of faithfulness becomes your collateral. The man known for integrity might be “loaned” tools, seeds, or resources simply on his word. The woman known for wisdom might be sought for counsel. Your “marketing” is the trail of good you leave behind you. “You will recognize them by their fruits.” (Matthew 7:16 ESV). The network recognizes you the same way.

This cuts out the entire parasitical layer of modern life: the marketers, the data brokers, the compliance officers, the HR departments. These roles exist to manage transactions between strangers who do not trust each other. In a functional Body, they are obsolete. We are not strangers. We are members of one another.

3. Decentralization as Spiritual Warfare.

A centralized system has a single point of failure. A head you can cut off. This is why the Enemy loves centralization. He can infiltrate a denomination, corrupt a government agency, co-opt a media platform, and poison the whole well.

But a mesh network? A decentralized Body? This is far more resilient. It is how the early church survived persecution. There was no Vatican. There were scattered, semi-autonomous house churches, connected by traveling apostles and shared letters, all functioning on the same Spirit. They could not be stamped out.

“End Times Solutions” would architect for this. No central server. No CEO. No board of directors. The “owners” are the two parties in each transaction. The “managers” are the elders and deacons of local home fellowships. It is governance by the Spirit, expressed through proven character and mutual submission.

This is not anarchy. It is theocracy at the most granular level. It is the “priesthood of all believers” applied to economics, logistics, and community care. It operates on a simple, ancient rhythm: God. Family. Neighbor. In that order. Your primary spiritual accountability is to God. Your primary practical responsibility is to your household. Your primary field of ministry is your literal neighbor and your local expression of the Body. Everything scales from there.

Part 3: The Contrarian Provocation: Your Bank Account Tracks Your Money. Who is Tracking Your Integrity?

We live in the Algorithmic Age. Your worth is determined by a credit score, a social media engagement score, a consumer profile. These are centralized, unholy ledgers. They track everything except the only thing that eternally matters: your character.

“End Times Solutions” is built on a different premise. It asks: What if we treated our spiritual and moral integrity as our most valuable, sovereign asset?

We are witnessing a historic shift. The digital tools that were built for surveillance and control, blockchain, mesh networks, encryption, can be repurposed. They can become the “immutable ledger” for a different kind of record. Not of your spending habits, but of your faithfulness. Not of your social connections, but of your covenantal bonds.

This is not about putting “faith on the blockchain.” That is a gimmick. This is about recognizing that the core ideas, a transparent, incorruptible record of transactions based on mutual consent, mirror a spiritual reality we’ve lost. Our word used to be our bond. Our handshake was our contract. Our reputation was our currency. We have allowed all of it to be digitized, commodified, and manipulated by systems that hate us.

“Do not lay up for yourselves treasures on earth, where moth and rust destroy and where thieves break in and steal, but lay up for yourselves treasures in heaven…” (Matthew 6:19-20 ESV). We’ve spiritualized this to mean “do good deeds.” But what if it also means: invest in the true economy, the economy of the Kingdom? An economy where the “treasure” is the trust you earn within the Body, the needs you meet, the skills you share, the love you manifest. This treasure cannot be inflated away by a central bank. It cannot be frozen by a government mandate. It is stored in the hearts and memories of your brothers and sisters.

Part 4: Architecting Your Sovereign Moral Legacy: A Roadmap Off the Grid of Fear

This is not a call to abandon society. It is a call to start building the lifeboat within the ship. Today.

1. Identify Your Post. Like Wiggles on the driveway, know your role. Are you a watchman? A teacher? A healer? A builder? A encourager? What is the “member” you are in the Body? “Having gifts that differ according to the grace given to us, let us use them…” (Romans 12:6 ESV). Start using it now, in your local church, your street, your family.

2. Cultivate Proximity. Know your neighbors. Really know them. Host a meal. Find the other believers on your street. Begin to think in terms of a one-mile radius, not a national network.

3. Learn a Tangible Skill. Can you grow food? Fix a pipe? Repair clothing? Administer first aid? Teach a child to read? The coming crisis will not be solved by think-pieces. It will be solved by hands that know how to work.

4. Build Redundant Channels. Have a way to communicate that doesn’t rely on cell towers. Have a source of water that doesn’t rely on city pipes. Have a pantry that can feed more than your family. This isn’t “prepping” out of fear. It is “providing” out of love. It is being the hands and feet of Christ to your community when the centralized systems fail.

5. Shift Your Trust. Begin the mental and spiritual work of transferring your trust from the system to the Spirit. Pray for discernment. Practice hearing His guidance in the small things. The muscle of faith atrophies without use.

The vision of “End Times Solutions” is ultimately a vision of the Church waking up to her own design. It is about remembering that we are not a collection of independent consumers of religious services. We are a living organism, a Body, designed by God to function, to heal, to nourish, to protect, to build, with or without the world’s permission, with or without its infrastructure.

The whispers of economic collapse, of digital control, of societal fracture… they are not just warnings. They are a divine evacuation order from systems built on sand. They are a call to come out of Babylon, not geographically, but systemically. “Come out of her, my people, lest you take part in her sins, and lest you share in her plagues” (Revelation 18:4 ESV).

“End Times Solutions” is just a name. The real company is older. Its CEO is the King of Kings. Its operating manual is the Bible. Its workforce is every born-again believer, endowed with the Spirit and gifted for such a time as this. Its product is resilient, faithful community. And its launch date was two thousand years ago.

We just need to log back in to the network. The password is love. The server is the Holy Spirit. And the first step is to turn to the person next to you in the pew, or across your street, and ask: “What can I do for you?” And then listen, and obey.

The house is quiet. But the world is not. The systems are creaking. The whispers are getting louder. It is time to stop just listening to them. It is time to start building something new, with the old, eternal tools we were given.

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I’ve distilled it below, in my own terms, to process it more deeply.

Read John’s full piece. I’m only pulling threads; he provides the entire tapestry.

John Brusseau

HOW TO FORM A CULT OF PERSONALITY

HOW TO FORM A CULT OF PERSONALITY How does a group of people who began as people who felt God’s love and followed Jesus become a cult of personality following a man into spiritual death? Most people believe that the reason this happens is that the religious system these people existed within was non-denominational. And without the support and protection of a larger religious system and its policies and regulations, this opened them up to the seduction of an evil person. And certainly it will always be more difficult to seduce a larger group of people and more groups of people than a smaller group of people. This is an obvious thing. Yet, the policies and regulations of denominational systems do not actually prevent the rise of a cult of personality. There have been many such cults that have taken shape within denominational settings. And they are simply hidden by the denominational system. Many of us have run into leaders who compulsively make everything about themselves and insist …

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We have forgotten how to spot the poison in the well. We point to the cult leader, the charismatic figure devouring his followers, and we cluck our tongues. We blame the lack of denominations, the absence of bylaws and oversight committees. We build taller fences, draft stricter policies, and sleep soundly, believing the beast is outside the gate.

We are wrong. The beast is not outside. It is inside the human heart. It is the same beast in the leader and the led. John’s article isn’t just a warning about them. It is a mirror for us.

The cult of personality does not begin with a monster. It begins with a wound. A soul, brutalized in its earliest hours, learns one terrible lesson: it has no value. From that abyss grows a desperate, tyrannical need to be proven wrong. To be worshipped. To be the source, the savior, the singular answer. This person does not set out to deceive. They are driven by a terror only adoration can soothe.

But a wound alone is not enough. It requires a culture ready to be infected. And we have built that culture. We have, as John writes, watered down the scandalous wine of grace with the flat water of self-righteous legalism. We say we believe we are saved by faith alone, but we live as if we are sustained by performance alone. We preach “Jesus paid it all” on Sunday, and on Monday we trust our own grit to overcome our sin, our own strategies to secure our provision, our own wisdom to interpret our worth.

This is the apostasy. The great falling away. It is not a rejection of doctrine. It is a slow, quiet transfer of trust. From the nail-pierced hands of Christ to our own.

And into that vacuum of shame, the shame of never being good enough, holy enough, disciplined enough, steps the wounded one with the answer. They offer a method. A program. A path. A visible, tangible source of validation to replace the invisible, seemingly absent God we have ceased to trust. We cling to them not because we are fools, but because we are starving. We have ceased to believe the bread of heaven is sufficient, so we grasp for the crumbs of human approval.

This is not a problem out there. It is a condition within. In our own heart. How often have we, in my fear, looked for a man to follow? A voice to explain it all? A system to guarantee our safety? This is the soil where the cult grows.

John names the cure, and it is not a better system. It is the desert. The wilderness. It is God, in His fierce mercy, taking us to a place where our resources fail. Where our strategies crumble. Where our willpower runs dry. He strips away the things we trusted instead of Him. The job. The reputation. The health. The plan. The comfort. He leaves us with nothing but the crushing, beautiful necessity of relying on Him alone.

“Looking to Jesus, the author and perfecter of our faith, who for the joy that was set before him endured the cross, despising the shame” (Hebrews 12:2 ESV). Our path is the same. We endure the cross of our own insufficiency. We despise the shame that tells us to scramble back to our own devices. We let the things we leaned on be taken, so we can learn to lean on Him.

The global cult of personality is coming. The Antichrist will not be a cartoon villain. He will be the ultimate answer to humanity’s accumulated shame, the final, desperate refuge for a species that has rejected the forgiveness of God. He will be everything we think we want. He will offer the validation, the safety, the cures, the purpose we stopped trusting God to provide.

The only vaccine is the wilderness now. The surrender now. The confession now: “Lord, I have trusted in my own strength. I have sought life from every source but You. Forgive me. Take me into the desert if You must. Strip me of every crutch. Leave me with nothing but Your promise, so that I might have everything in You.”

The defense against the cult leader is not a tighter doctrine. It is a heart so utterly satisfied in the finished work of Christ, so thoroughly weaned from the need for human approval, that it has nothing left for a savior to offer. It already has one.

That is the summary. The diagnosis is in our mirror. The prescription is in our surrender.

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Embedded below is episode 4 of my podcast. Be forewarned, it is still clunky in many ways. But we’re working on a system that should hopefully improve production quality over time.

This episode is an expansion on an article I published last December about my walk with Wiggles. The episode is ten minutes long. You can find a link to that original article in the description box of the video. 🙏🏿✝🕊

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Whether this specific testimony is fact or fiction is not for me to decide. But having been personally used by the Holy Spirit in similar ways this past year, I now know these things do happen (all the time).

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