“This great evil. Where’s it come from? How’d it steal into the world? What seed, what root did it grow from? Who’s doing this? Who’s killing us? Robbing us of light and life? Mocking us with the sight of what we might have known? Does our ruin benefit the Earth? Does it help the grass to grow, the sun to shine? Is this darkness in you too? Have you passed through this night?”
— Private Edward P. Train; 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘛𝘩𝘪𝘯 𝘙𝘦𝘥 𝘓𝘪𝘯𝘦
“10 Finally, be strong in the Lord and in his mighty power. 11 Put on the full armor of God, so that you can take your stand against the Devil’s schemes. 12 For our struggle is not against flesh and blood, but against the rulers, against the authorities, against the powers of this dark world and against the spiritual forces of evil in the heavenly realms. 13 Therefore put on the full armor of God, so that when the day of evil comes, you may be able to stand your ground, and after you have done everything, to stand.”
“I know of them,” said Pippin softly, “but I will not speak of them now, so near, so near.” He broke off and lifted his eyes above the River, and it seemed to him that all he could see was a vast and threatening shadow. Perhaps it was mountains looming on the verge of sight, their jagged edges softened by wellnigh twenty leagues of misty air; perhaps it was but a cloud-wall, and beyond that again a yet deeper gloom. But even as he looked it seemed to his eyes that the gloom was growing and gathering, very slowly, slowly rising to smother the regions of the sun.
“So near to Mordor?” said Beregond quietly. “Yes, there it lies. We seldom name it; but we have dwelt ever in sight of that shadow: sometimes it seems fainter and more distant; sometimes nearer and darker. It is growing and darkening now; and therefore our fear and disquiet grow too. And the Fell Riders, less than a year ago they won back the crossings, and many of our best men were slain. Boromir it was that drove the enemy at last back from this western shore, and we hold still the near half of Osgiliath. For a little while. But we await now a new onslaught there. Maybe the chief onslaught of the war that comes.”
“When?” said Pippin. “Have you a guess? For I saw the beacons last night and the errand-riders; and Gandalf said that it was a sign that war had begun. He seemed in a desperate hurry. But now everything seems to have slowed up again.”
“Only because everything is now ready,' said Beregond. “It is but the deep breath before the plunge.”
I haven't really dug too deeply into this, but I do know some about it.
When I have more stable wifi, I will check your links, etc.
Thanks
I'll be driving through Sacramento soon. Wanna have a belated birthday lunch?
Yes, just let me know exactly when. Cool!
Will give you notice, and come pick you up, in a location of your choice too.
If my vehicle holds out. 🤣
Sounds good.
Prepare to swelter.
Sweltering here...
#Diabolical
As an addendum to this post, Mark Dice published an expose of Bohemian Grove on his YT channel today.
In it, he mentions Paul Bonacci...
https://youtu.be/5hArqvjwAuQ
Cheers!
Three thoughts for you:
“This great evil. Where’s it come from? How’d it steal into the world? What seed, what root did it grow from? Who’s doing this? Who’s killing us? Robbing us of light and life? Mocking us with the sight of what we might have known? Does our ruin benefit the Earth? Does it help the grass to grow, the sun to shine? Is this darkness in you too? Have you passed through this night?”
— Private Edward P. Train; 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘛𝘩𝘪𝘯 𝘙𝘦𝘥 𝘓𝘪𝘯𝘦
“10 Finally, be strong in the Lord and in his mighty power. 11 Put on the full armor of God, so that you can take your stand against the Devil’s schemes. 12 For our struggle is not against flesh and blood, but against the rulers, against the authorities, against the powers of this dark world and against the spiritual forces of evil in the heavenly realms. 13 Therefore put on the full armor of God, so that when the day of evil comes, you may be able to stand your ground, and after you have done everything, to stand.”
— Paul's 𝘓𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘌𝘱𝘩𝘦𝘴𝘪𝘢𝘯𝘴; Chapter 6, verses 10 – 13
“I know of them,” said Pippin softly, “but I will not speak of them now, so near, so near.” He broke off and lifted his eyes above the River, and it seemed to him that all he could see was a vast and threatening shadow. Perhaps it was mountains looming on the verge of sight, their jagged edges softened by wellnigh twenty leagues of misty air; perhaps it was but a cloud-wall, and beyond that again a yet deeper gloom. But even as he looked it seemed to his eyes that the gloom was growing and gathering, very slowly, slowly rising to smother the regions of the sun.
“So near to Mordor?” said Beregond quietly. “Yes, there it lies. We seldom name it; but we have dwelt ever in sight of that shadow: sometimes it seems fainter and more distant; sometimes nearer and darker. It is growing and darkening now; and therefore our fear and disquiet grow too. And the Fell Riders, less than a year ago they won back the crossings, and many of our best men were slain. Boromir it was that drove the enemy at last back from this western shore, and we hold still the near half of Osgiliath. For a little while. But we await now a new onslaught there. Maybe the chief onslaught of the war that comes.”
“When?” said Pippin. “Have you a guess? For I saw the beacons last night and the errand-riders; and Gandalf said that it was a sign that war had begun. He seemed in a desperate hurry. But now everything seems to have slowed up again.”
“Only because everything is now ready,' said Beregond. “It is but the deep breath before the plunge.”
— JRR Tolkien "Minas Tirith" / 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘓𝘰𝘳𝘥 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘙𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴