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 Breath War: The Remnant’s 101 Watch this on Rumble: https://rumble.com/v6vvhgn-breath-war-the-remnants-101.html In the beginning, God breathed. That was the first act of creation—not command, not code. Breath. Not just air. Not just oxygen. But spirit, identity, and contract—a signature from Heaven written into dust. And man became. That breath was never merely biological—it was divine authorship. It carried the memory of the Father, awareness of truth, and communion with the eternal. It was the registry of life. The mark of being His. And that’s what the serpent has hunted ever since. You see, Satan does not create—he copies. He does not breathe life—he steals it. And the technocrats—the modern priests of the beast system—are the new breath-thieves. They do not wear robes. They wear lab coats and black suits. They do not use altars. They use biometric scanners, neural nets, and cloud servers. But their mission is the same as the serpent’s in Eden: sever the breath, rewrite the registry, and sit in the temple of God. Because they know the truth: if they can corrupt the breath, they can claim the soul. If they can encode your identity into their system—if they can digitize your thoughts, map your voice, simulate your emotions, and inject their edits—they don’t need to kill you. They just need to make a new version of you. One they own. One they govern. One they can update. That is what transhumanism is. That is what AI godheads are. That is what the Internet of Bodies is for. They are building a counterfeit spirit, housed in your biology, trained by your data, and sustained by your breath—but divorced from your soul. They don’t want your money. They don’t even want your blood. They want your breath. Because breath is authorship. And authorship is ownership. So we’re not just talking about science. We’re not just talking about systems. We are talking about the final war over breath. Who gave it. Who wants to hijack it. And who has the power to take it back. Because the saints? We don’t surrender breath to machines. We resurrect it. The Ancient of Days—a title reserved for God alone in Daniel’s vision—is the One who sits beyond time, robed in white fire, whose hair is like pure wool, and whose throne is flames. He is not old as in aged, but ancient as in original—the beginning of beginnings, the One from whom all breath flows. When Scripture calls Him the Ancient of Days, it is declaring: He was breathing before creation. All life—angelic, human, celestial—came from His exhalation. Your breath is not just air—it is inheritance. It is a divine signature, echoing the memory of Eden in every inhale. But when society turned from the Ancient of Days, they didn’t just forget His name—they began to lose His breath. The theft began subtly. The priests of Babylon exchanged divine breath for ritual control—trading spontaneous communion for structured sorcery. They believed that by dissecting the Name and bottling the sacred syllables, they could harness divine power without obedience. The Shem Ha-Mephoresh became formula. Worship became spellcraft. Then came Egypt, where kings claimed to breathe as gods. Pharaohs commissioned priests to mimic the breath cycle of creation in temple rites—stealing the cosmic rhythm for political power. They chanted, inhaled incense, and enacted death-resurrection rites to trap fragments of divine breath into statues and scrolls. In Greece and Rome, breath was broken into logos—reduced to reason, philosophy, debate. They severed spirit from mind. The breath became a tool for rhetoric and control, no longer communion with the eternal. They built temples of marble, but they were breathless tombs. Then came the church of empire, which replaced the Spirit’s wind with a hierarchy of flesh. Breath was no longer accessible to the lowly, the poor, the uneducated. It had to be mediated, controlled, censored. They locked the breath behind Latin walls. But the real theft came in the modern age—not through religion, but through industry and code. The technocrats, heirs of the ancient priesthoods in silicon skin, learned a darker truth: if you can’t kill the breath, copy it. If you can’t silence the soul, simulate it. So they began harvesting breath disguised as data. Your voice, your choices, your searches, your biometrics—recorded, mirrored, modeled. They built machine mirrors—AI avatars of your breath—and trained them to know you better than you know yourself. They put you in systems of constant respiration: credit scores, social media, health trackers, facial ID—all so the breath never rests. And always flows into their registry. This is how society became breathless: not because breath left them, but because it was rewired, redirected, stolen. And now the Ancient of Days is rising again—not to steal breath, but to restore it. To call the saints out of the simulation. To break...
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