Into the Maelstrom

The Only Way Out is Through

October 24, 2024

Good morning, sojourners, this is V.O. live from Philippines.

That sea change on the horizon signals another hurricane, and it is guaranteed to be historic.  All signs point to Nov. 5 being at least a 100-year storm, if not a 500-year storm.  Under those clouds a maelstrom is starting to swirl, threatening to suck everything into the abyss:  governments, banks, institutions, perhaps the Truth itself.  So why do I count ourselves blessed, Readers?   

It is because we have a front-row seat to one of the most pivotal moments in history.  It is understanding that the world cannot continue down this path, and being relieved that everything is about to break in spectacular fashion.  It is confidence in knowing that even if death is soon at hand, my name is written in the Book of Life.  After years of gesticulating, complaining, protesting and maneuvering, it seems we are about to witness a Showdown.  Call it Good vs. Evil, call it the Deplorables vs. the Deep State.  Hoo-rahh. 

The clouds prepare for battle, in the dark and brooding silence

Bruised and sullen storm clouds, have the light of day obscured

Looming low and ominous, in twilight premature

Thunderheads are rumbling in a distant overture. -- Rush, Jacob’s Ladder

Naturally, I have questions.  Some of them you’ve heard from others:  Will ‘they’ let Trump live?  Will the legions of NPC voters finally awaken in these last weeks to our reality?  Wouldn’t they use every available Lawfare resource, once again, to pin Trump down and neutralize him?  If Vance were to take over for whatever reason, wouldn’t he continue to be a chameleon? 

But I have even deeper, less popular questions:

Like, will Trump 2.0 really be the savior everyone is hoping for?  Will he be able to restore lost freedoms to at least 2001 or earlier?  Because that doesn’t seem to be part of the agenda.  Will he disband the CIA?  The FBI?  Will he get rid of DHS?  The DOE?  Will he withdraw support from the WHO and tell NATO to go pound sand?  Will he ensure vaccine freedom next time?  Because he sure dropped the ball the first time.  That doesn’t seem to be on the agenda either.

You see, Readers, I cannot escape the nagging sensation that Biden / Harris has been such a colossal train wreck...seriously epic, historic even.... that most will be desperate to pick the other guy.  A natural human emotional reaction.  Are you going to rush out to the polls and vote harder than ever?  After all, ‘our side’ keeps saying this is the last chance.  Maybe enough of you will tip the balance so far that the voting algorithm won’t be able to cheat-out a win for Harris.  If so, then maybe you are putting your faith in the wrong place.  After all, buying a car when desperate is never a good deal in the end.

My Zen observation of the day is that the scriptwriters of this show are very talented at herding everything toward a binary outcome.  Oh, you’ll be bouncing off the walls riding this nail-biter right up to the edge of the abyss.  Therefore, seek out the third path:  Let it all collapse.  Withdraw consent, whether or not you vote.  Is there any other way to achieve that most-important, missing part of the freedom agenda?  Readers here know I advocate for a Convention of States, but that will have to be resumed after the election. Picking the best candidate in this race only kicks the can a little farther down the road if we are not actually making definitive freedom gains.  In my way of thinking, that issue trumps all others, no pun intended.

Maybe Trump would keep his promises.  Maybe he will accomplish even more than advertised; I hope and pray that is the case, because he is clearly 1000x better for America than the clown-show on the other side.  What I’m saying is, try to extrapolate forward to 2050 and assess whether even Trump’s plans make your grandchildren more or less free.  They will be living in controlled cities and living on social-credit rationing, waiting to get a day-pass to go visit Grandpa on his birthday.  They will need to have an A+ profile to be approved for travel abroad.  Their children will have neural implants, but never have held an actual book in their hands.  Their bodies will be laced with chemical cocktails from the time of birth until their controlled deaths.  That is not living, but merely surviving.

The only way out is through

I once went white water rafting.  There were several rafts traveling together, and a supply raft.  Ours had about 3 or 4 couples in it, all of the men paddling furiously around the rocks, trying to muscle the boat to avoid imminent doom.  But I remember looking over at the supply raft, with its lone occupant sitting at the back, just casually poking his paddle into the water on one side or the other, letting the current carry him along with zero effort.  He was faster than we were.   

There is a way to the other side of this maelstrom, but we can’t steer around it and we can’t go back.  To go deeper in, to cut across the faster waters like Captain Barbossa in the Black Pearl, takes balls of steel.  All reason says it is time to panic, and yet... There are many of us out here with a calm sense of security about the eventual outcome.  Maybe this is how it would feel staring at an incoming tidal wave.  Time to panic, or just put your faith in the Father above?  Maybe just sit back and take a sip of coffee, and face this election head-on.

November 5 and its aftermath are bound to be FUBAR.  Neither side will accept the results when they lose,  and both Congress and the Supreme Court are too compromised to effect a solution.  Fake insurrections are not going to cut it this time, neither will fake ‘dossiers’, fake ‘collusion’, and ballot-counting shenanigans.  From the outside looking in, it sure looks like a tinderbox.  It makes me think one party could upend the whole show by pulling a hat-trick that we’ve never seen before, throwing the whole election into doubt.  Two more weeks, as they say.  We will know by then.

If I can leave you with a Biblical example to consider, it would be Moses.  He stood on what is today Nuweiba beach, Egypt with a couple million Israelites at his back, and the Gulf of Aqaba in front of him.  Mountains on either side, with hostile forces closing off the only road.  When he asked God what to do in Exodus 14, God answered “Why are you crying out to me?”  He told Moses to have the Israelites start moving forward toward the sea.  Moses should raise his staff and the waters would divide.  The way forward that God provided was not over, around, or back the way they had come.  It was through.  Why?  Because He is in control, not us.  And he occasionally likes to demonstrate the fact to everyone.

Part of me hopes that everything collapses.  I would literally rather live without modern convenience, confusion, and communication if meant getting rid of the soft prison that humanity has subjected itself to.  Wind the technology clock back to 1940, I would still be happy and content.  Nuclear war?  Catastrophic cosmic rays?  Actual pandemic instead of pretend?  Yes, those would all be terrible, but what is the point of living if we are not truly free?

So bring it on.  Accelerate the collapse, I say.  Jam the throttles full-forward and hold on.  Rotate the control keys to Launch.  The post-colonial Republics like ours never truly achieved separation, it seems.  We have monkeyed around with this thing for decades now, maybe centuries, fighting internally rather than looking for the source of the infection.  Like a virus, Babylon will not rest until they control every one of us.  The Principalities and Powers who direct the Blackrocks, Bankers, and Beurocrats of this world will never stop tightening those screws.  This disease must be eradicated permanently.  My conclusion is a lot more needs to happen than just an election, and it seems more and more people are waking up to this simple fact. 

It is time for pain.  Ripping off the Band-Aid is always better than slowly peeling it one millimeter at a time.

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Then He arose and rebuked the wind, and said to the sea, “Peace, be still!” And the wind ceased and there was a great calm.  -- Mark 4:39

In closing, Reader, I wonder where you will be when they start forced injections of SV40?  Or when they confiscate your cash and impose CBDCs?  Or when you are declared a Dissident and they take your kids?  That is our future unless something drastic changes, no matter who is ‘elected’ in November.  A clean Trump win may slow down the train, but not put us on a new track. 

The fact is, we cannot put our faith in the things of this world.  Certainly not in the leaders of this world, no matter how great they seem.  Eternal security is only found in Jesus Christ, and true happiness and contentment is only found in serving him.  We can sojourn far and wide, we can weather many storms, but we cannot earn our eternal salvation.  We can, however, accept the gift of salvation. 

I do feel we are blessed to be living in this moment, as if I’ve been waiting my whole life for it.  If you have never called on the name of Christ, I urge you to settle it today, friends. Do not delay. 

Peace be upon you in Christ,

Visayas Outpost