They were captives. The strongholds were in the realm that was not seen by the bare eye, yet, it was holding them as little insects, a bee hive resembling structure, above their heads, their neighborhoods and cities, even countries. The more you zoom in, the more pixels you find. Each stronghold is like a sophisticated virus, which finds a way inside through the spiritual realm, but first, you have to open the message. Living off the grid has its benefits, at least no roaring lions sneaking around the garden. Just some fat lazy cats.
- How to protect myself from a virus? Asking for a friend.
- It would be tragic if those evil robots win. All they want is attention. Starve them.
For though we live in the world, we do not wage war as the world does. The weapons we fight with are not the weapons of the world. On the contrary, they have divine power to demolish strongholds. We demolish arguments and every pretension that sets itself up against the knowledge of God, and we take captive every thought to make it obedient to Christ. (2 Corinthians 10:3-5)
Spiritual realm is as real as quantum physics, yet the parameters according to which it operates are so unique that nothing better but the code name MIRACLES was created to describe it. Miracles are granted by the Boss of the company, and for example, magick, is also similar wish granting system, but in this case your wish is granted by infamous local manager of some shady branch, which usually ends in disaster, might take time to notice though. Magick is like a clickbait, fast and furious for spiritual highway noobies. AC/DC for ADD. The fear of authorities is a symptom that grown up children of alcoholics/addicts share; parents who fucked up too many times without repenting. Fear of talking directly with the Boss leads to reaching out to me, a secretary. That’s true, it’s my job to check out incoming messages. So much spam. Trying to render the face of the sender, wandering what kind of fish catches the bait. Another call, another message. They can only reach this sector via wi-fi, it’s a top floor, well isolated, the entrance and windows stamped with oil. We were hired to work as the BS detectors. If no BS - we act, send help. If it’s spam, it is ignored and deleted. The competitors get truly creative. The messages start sounding innocent, they try to catch attention with personalized compliments, mentioning impressive amounts of currency and attaching pictures of their body parts. They pretend to be long-time-no-see friends, lost relatives, old co-workers, lovers from the past lives, cousins, princes from the foreign lands, designers, ceo’s, investors, oh, so many different roles, and all stink the same.
These viruses, they’ve been disguised, they have been engineered to be indecipherable, to be undetectable, to create ignorance in a vast group of all of us that they call users. Our ignorance is their bliss.
“Contacting you through this medium is not with the intention to delve into your privacy without caution or distract you with my intents and purposeful endeavour. I have decided to reach you with the hope of building a relationship of trust, reliance and confidence which you will come to understand and appreciate in the near future.”
They all come with some kind of great proposals. Ready to improve something in your life, promising prosperity and something forever lasting. Something only they can provide. Very self confident, very charming. Great actors. Great entertainers. Eloquent speakers. Charming, charismatic characters. Sometimes pretending to be weaker than they are so would invoke some pity, fake-humble, fake-weak. The goal is to get in. Then the virus spreads. Red flags were there. Colored in blood of the victims that swallowed the hook. A hand that was typing had a harpoon tattoo. A mad man, who became a hunter because of virus, later became a hero, because destroyed the great white whale. The whale was in his natural habitat, the man came and distorted reality. Desperate need for ovations. Virus has to spread, it is programmed this way, not knowing the answer WHY, without knowing any coding it might look just as unspeakable evil. The truth is an old man against the mill. The arrows fly by and fall into the pit, where the archers end up themselves sooner than later.
-The greatest thing that happened in my life was a divorce.
-Really? I thought the greatest thing was that you got hired in our department by the Boss Himself.
You know what I miss? Nothing, wouldn’t go a second back in time, that’s how I love my job. I love my Boss, and I would rather die than leave my workplace.
- Can you call my mom?
- I thought you wanted to get our Salvation Package.
- Please?? Please
The woman seemed stressed, she said she doesn't believe our Boss is running this company. I could not help her. Maybe her mom can. Some people mix our services. There are many lost kids in this world, who were infected with the virus, and now they run around, playing Hell’s kitchen, you can see them from far away, they wear red cheeks, talk fast, bables. Some of them don’t even know that there’s the top floor, all they see is the ceilings, the brick wall, another brick in the wall. Playing resistance still as grown ups. They got a joke on themselves, by denying the system they became representatives of the riot squad, ground agents, working with pyramid schemes. We do give away travel tickets for those who wants to depart from Egypt. Whenever you’re ready, kid.
Do not enter the path of the wicked, and do not walk in the way of the evil.
Avoid it; do not go on it; turn away from it and pass on. (Proverbs 4:14-15)
The fishers of wi-fi and BS sales will become fishers of men. Or will starve to death.
No need to be fancy.