Two cents and a heads-up

Needless to say, the present-day quality (more so the utter lack thereof) of this world and its en masse human inhabitants is not what it was, even compared to the previous few years.

Whatever my long-term purpose on Substack was meant to be, it is (at least evidently so from what I perceive at the present time, as of typing, unless anyone would like to correct me and prove me wrong) reaching the precipice of expiration, by this point reduced into the mere dim shadow of a paper tiger doomed to be dialectically squeezed out and “Anbarified” out of notability and practical usefulness. Everyone knows by this point how overtly sadistic the “empire” is, because the latter openly rips the mask off of its outward-facing hydra faces intentionally flaunting its hideousness for everyone—both small and great—to behold for themselves.

And all that “most” everyday people are preoccupied with is conforming to a simplistically childish binary narrative that one side’s overt evil therefore renders an “opposing” side beyond reproach and saintly. What does any of that accomplish? How many innocent lives in Gaza, Lebanon, and Sudan, are saved from the bombs unleashed by Zionist-Nazi savage Angloimperial pigs and apes when internet users express emotional outrage and verbally inflated “condemnation,” as if cybernetically vented outrage (morally justified, sure, only that it doesn’t actually accomplish anything of materialized value and too often is just duplicitous virtue-signaling) amounts to anything more than providing a delusional hope of “anti-empire resistance” in forms and trappings that is devoid of substance?

Then there is the crowd openly advocating revolutionary overthrow of the present governments, as if some en masse human collective “consciousness” is just waiting to be awakened to usher in a utopia. While a different offshoot stream of delusion from the aforementioned one, this trajectory is even worse, because its adherents are so palpably duped by impractical hopes—mingled with an “end justifies the means” mindset to view whatever grotesque tactics of theirs as excusable so long as it is seen as heralding their end-desired visionary utopia—that they will simply rush into the very trap set by neo-Gladio/P2 intelligence networks to cultivate conditions for preplanned convergences they are blinded against realizing, only to be thrown under the bus and ruthlessly liquidated once they cross a certain line and become lightning rod scapegoats whose penultimate eradication clears the way for the “resurrection” phase of the “life-death-rebirth” ordo ab chao ushering of the New World Order.

As for my part: I tried to inform and to enwisen here on Substack. Obviously while not perfect and filled with my own flaws necessitating constant growth and edification, I tried. There is no need to hide the bitter grim truth of what is coming up for my end: many of the very people I sincerely yearned to establish authentic friendships with and support will one day be clamoring for my execution, simply because I am seen as a nonconformant impediment to their own lopsided visionary utopian expectations. It is already understood from this author that I (E.G.) am being sent forth to sound a trumpeting message to peoples who ultimately will reject it, knowing in advance that I am not doing this for my own sake, but for the purpose of vindicating the eternal righteousness of the Creator of the universe. Whatever I personally think of all this is superficial at best: I am nothing beyond a lowly messengerial servant with no continuing capabilities of my own to walk in the paths of what is just and right if Aᴅᴏɴᴀɪ Jᴇʜᴏᴠᴀʜ of Hosts did not grant the strength to me from above.

What in the end is there to this life? Is it not to abase one’s ego in the sight of the living God of Heaven and seek an understand of the righteousness from above out of a pure heart, coming to the realization that prophetic disclosures of future events are meant to teach a person how they must behave in the present era, communicating words of edification toward an exhortation to repentance unto one’s fellow human neighbors and shining forth an example of pious conduct from the bottom of one’s heart? Each mortal human being is entered into this world never having asked to come into existence, bringing nothing to this world, and able to bring nothing out with them when their fleshly existence meets its inevitable expiration date.

The majority of you reading are likely of a generation or two older than the one I belong to, having already lived unto a ripened point of mortal human life I will never experience because the time remaining on this planet is cut short and nearing its doomed end. For those amongst my generationally contemporaneous cohorts, there is a baseline understanding from those of the discerning that—yes—“we are cooked and done for.” Amongst my communication with both young and old, I have found (so far, at least) that those amongst my own generation are most likely to concur with the view that the United States in its present systematic corporeal-institutional form will inevitably collapse, particularly in contrast to Gen. X and boomers who pretend/hope it is excess nihilism and ignore the warning signs.

How soon will a new cataclysmic watershed arrive? As of typing here and now, I genuinely cannot assess with confident certainty. A well-informed friend of mine told me that AI data centers here in the U.S. are set to be installed two months from now in August—so if it comes to pass at that time, then one could perhaps reasonably expect the furor over undemocatically dictated surveillance state impositions to cultivate mass unrest from increasingly militant protests, where the very intelligence shadow conduits operating the nakedly hated AI data centers via proxies from one furcate will from another furcated prong instrumentalize and cultivate the popular mass opposition to AI data centers in order to weaponize the anarchy into effecting a complete upheaval destroying the U.S. in its late-stage “Ancien Régime” form, so that the U.S. empire walks in the same footsteps as its Roman precedent: receiving a “mortal wound” and appearing to collapse systematically, only to ultimately “resurrect” in an even more despotic syncretically integrated form, just as imperial Rome was plunged unto its 476-538 A.D. interregnum before “resurrecting” into its perditious papal incarnation.

Again, I don’t completely know the timing from the standpoint of typing at this very moment—one much watch out for the signs when they are visible and manifested in their due time.

For preparation: one aspect of survival to bear in mind is that a post-collapse winter season requires a balanced diet just as the others do. To ensure one can obtain at least some fruit/vegetable nutrition in such a scenario: bulk-buy as much high-quality frozen fruit as possible in the present moment to thaw out and squeeze into juice to immediately drink in this late-stage empire phase while the last vestiges of barely-remaining “normalcy” remain, and roast the leftover fibrous pomace completely dry to grind into a powder to store for the winter to make tea out of. Additionally, consider perhaps making citrus peel extracts with something like plain vodka as the liquid base, for additionally preserved antioxidant vibrancy to sustain oneself in survival when the time comes that there might not be fresh fruit/vegetables to buy from grocery stores that could very well be no more. Obviously it’s not as if I inherently wish the condition of society will collapse into such a deteriorated void of desperation and panic, but preparation for such a scenario wouldn’t hurt. Plus, this alone obviously is not sufficient for all the dynamics of a post-collapse survival, as it simply addresses one facet.

If anyone has good-faith inquiries toward me they would like to express, now is the time to ask me as much as you want in the comment section here, because nowadays and henceforth, I simply do not expect to remain as active on Substack as I once did. After this week’s incoming sabbath study, there may or may not be consistently published articles from this “newsletter” handle of mine, because I have priorities to attend to more or less “elsewhere.”

While not here and now, there will come a pass a time I will almost assuredly depart from this platform never to return again, so whatever I can help in addressing as forthright as possible in honest dialogue with any of you here for the sake that even just 1-2 of you can attain a better understanding of a matter you seek clarity on, the opening window still remains, even if for a final brief season.

Thus says Jᴇʜᴏᴠᴀʜ, [the] God [of] mine: ‘Shall pasture selfsame [the] flock [of] the slaughter, whose are-procuring [of] theirs slay them and not [are] guiltified they, and [the] are-selling [of] them says he, “Blessed is Jᴇʜᴏᴠᴀʜ, and I am enriched!”’ and [the] are-pasturing [of] theirs not encompassions upon them.’ —Zechariah 11:4-5