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Cause Before Symptom

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 Pastor James Carner breaks down the real controllers of the world and their divide and conquer plans for a satanic utopia where only a select few will reign over a small population of adrogenous, complacent workers.Copyright 2024 - All rights reserved Ciencias Sociales
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  • The Company

    The Company
    Jul 9 2025
    The Company Watch this on Rumble: https://rumble.com/v6vx1js-the-company.html He got the job. After years of struggling—applications, interviews, rejections—this one stuck. It was the kind of corporation you’d only hear about in whispers. Tall towers. Clean floors. No logos on the outside. Just… presence. Everyone who worked there walked like they knew something others didn’t. He didn’t know how his résumé even got through. But one day, the call came. “Your background check cleared. You’ve been selected.” No one told him what exactly the company did—but the benefits were legendary. Lifetime security. Room to grow. Purpose. On his first day, they scanned his palm, took his photo, and printed his ID badge. His name. His face. His access level. That card was everything. Swipe it, and doors opened. People nodded. Machines responded. Elevators took him where others couldn’t go. His badge carried weight—not because of what he’d done, but because of who had approved him. At first, he was careful. Followed protocol. Never strayed from the map. But time passed. Confidence crept in. One day, he swiped into a room he wasn’t sure he had access to. The door opened. Inside were schematics—maps, names, information he didn’t understand. He told himself it was harmless. Curiosity, that’s all. The next day, he noticed something odd. His badge blinked before unlocking. A small delay. Like the system was thinking. Like it was uncertain. Later that week, one of his coworkers warned him: “Don’t play with clearance. The system tracks everything.” But by then, he’d already swiped into three off-limits areas. He didn’t take anything. Didn’t damage a thing. But something… shifted. The coffee machine didn’t recognize him. The elevator to his floor stalled. One door beeped red before letting him in. Then one morning—he arrived at the turnstile. Swiped his badge. Access denied. He laughed it off. Tried again. Access denied. He called IT. They said his profile had been flagged for irregular activity. “Someone used your badge last night,” they said. “The logs don’t match your behavior pattern.” “But I was home,” he protested. “Doesn’t matter,” they said. “It was your badge. Your code. We have to investigate.” Security escorted him off the floor. He wasn’t fired… not yet. But he couldn’t enter. Couldn’t work. Couldn’t even get into his locker. His badge—his identity—was compromised. He sat outside the building for hours, watching others swipe in. People with less talent, less drive—but clean records. Untouched profiles. Authorized. He realized something horrifying: This corporation didn’t run on talent. It ran on trust. And trust, once broken, isn’t easily restored. He spent weeks trying to prove his innocence. Sent emails. Filed appeals. Begged for reinstatement. Some said he’d never get back in. But then—months later—he got a message. “Report to the south gate.” He did. A woman in a dark suit met him. No words. Just a new badge. It looked the same… but when he turned it over, there was a mark—something golden, etched into the plastic. He didn’t understand it. But when he swiped it? Every door opened. Even ones he’d never seen before. The others looked confused. Whispers spread. “I thought he was flagged…” “How did he get back in?” “That badge... is different.” He didn’t ask questions. He didn’t test limits. He knew now: the badge wasn’t just plastic. It was a key, a signature, a trust. And this time… he wasn’t going to lose it. Let me tell you what that story really was. When you were born, you were issued a keycard. Not plastic. Not digital. Blood. A living, breathing credential—coded with your name, your breath, your destiny. And you didn’t earn it. Jesus handed it to you. Your background was already checked. Your past was already cleared. You were hired on the spot—not because of what you could do, but because the CEO—the Father—knew you before you were even formed. He wrote your profile by hand. He’d been watching you, pursuing you, planning for you—not because you were impressive, but because He loves you, and He sees in you the potential for great things in His Kingdom. But every day, since the moment you received that keycard, you’ve been approached. Competition wants you. Not because of your skills. Not because of your résumé. But because of your access. They want your keycard. They want to breach the company—Heaven’s registry. They want the codes. They want the blueprints. They want to learn the secrets of how the Kingdom works—and they can’t do it without a valid badge. So they offer you things. Shortcuts. Promotions. Illusions of freedom. They tell you the CEO is too strict. That His building is too limiting. That there’s a better firm, one where you can be in charge. Where you write your own protocols. But ...
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    1 h y 48 m
  • Breath War: The Remnant’s 101

    Breath War: The Remnant’s 101
    Jul 8 2025
    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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    1 h y 50 m
  • Chi: The East’s Breath Theft

    Chi: The East’s Breath Theft
    Jul 7 2025
    Chi: The East’s Breath Theft Watch this on Rumble: https://rumble.com/v6vtqi7-chi-the-easts-breath-theft.html What is Chi Chi—often romanized as qi—is one of the foundational concepts in Chinese metaphysics, philosophy, medicine, and martial arts. Academically, it is defined as a subtle, non-material force or “life energy” that animates all living beings and natural processes. In Traditional Chinese Medicine (TCM), chi is said to flow through the human body along invisible channels known as meridians, and health is believed to depend on the free, balanced circulation of this force. Disruptions or stagnation of chi are thought to cause disease, while its cultivation and harmonization are viewed as essential to physical, emotional, and spiritual well-being. The concept of chi is deeply embedded in Taoist philosophy, where it forms part of a trinity of energetic components known as the Three Treasures: jing (essence), chi (breath or energy), and shen (spirit or mind). Taoist alchemists and qigong practitioners developed intricate methods to refine these three forces within the body through breath control, visualization, posture, and internal awareness. Martial artists similarly harness chi for the development of physical power, internal strength, and focused intention—believing that chi, when mastered, can be explosively projected, subtly redirected, or even used to defend against attacks without physical contact. Although chi has been a central principle in Chinese cosmology for thousands of years, modern scientific inquiry has struggled to validate it as a measurable, material phenomenon. Some researchers have attempted to correlate chi with electrical, magnetic, or vibrational properties of the body—such as bioelectricity, infrared emissions, or heart-rate variability—but these are analogues at best. From an academic standpoint, chi remains a metaphysical hypothesis, comparable to the Greek concept of pneuma, the Hindu prana, or the 19th-century Western notion of élan vital. In each case, it reflects an ancient belief in an animating principle that exists beyond the purely physical, yet interpenetrates it completely. In recent decades, chi has undergone a secular revival in the West, particularly through practices like acupuncture, tai chi, qigong, breathwork, and New Age healing systems. These practices often strip chi of its original cosmological and moral context, reducing it to an energetic utility for health optimization or spiritual empowerment. This, in turn, aligns with a broader trend—one where sacred breath, once tied to divine purpose and identity, is reimagined as an abstract resource to be mined, trained, and sold. In doing so, the academic and commercial world has, knowingly or not, contributed to the very theft that this scroll seeks to expose: the conversion of breath into currency, of spirit into circuit. Part I – Chi Before The Fall: The Breath Of Eden Before chi was coiled in the belly, before prana was chanted in temples, before kundalini was whispered as serpent fire in the spine—there was only breath. Pure. Upright. Unbroken. Not manipulated, not stored, not redirected—but given, and returned. In the beginning, God did not merely animate Adam with air—He breathed identity. “And the Lord God formed man of the dust of the ground, and breathed into his nostrils the breath of life; and man became a living soul.” (Genesis 2:7) This was not chi. This was ruach—the sacred current of divine authorship. Not a force to be controlled, but a covenant to be carried. In Eden, there was no “energy work.” There was alignment—a direct, uninterrupted connection between the breath of God and the soul of man. No cycles. No orbits. No mantras. Just presence. The breath flowed as commandment, not contract. Adam breathed the will of God without obstruction. He moved in pure obedience. His inhale was reception; his exhale, worship. But then came the rupture. The fall was not just the gaining of knowledge—it was the corruption of flow. When Adam and Eve sinned, the breath became conflicted. Disjointed. Fragmented. What was once a seamless spiritual current now passed through the veil of guilt, separation, and flesh-consciousness. And Cain—firstborn of the fallen—became the prototype for ritual breath inversion. Cain did not build a city to honor God. He built it to encode his name. He became the first to claim authorship of breath without the altar of blood. And in this moment, the foundation of false chi was born. Not as life-force given, but as stolen current rerouted through self-will. This is the essence of chi: breath without repentance. Power without submission. Flow without Father. Ancient traditions would later call this breath prana, qi, kundalini, odic force—but the reality is clear: these are the echoes of Edenic breath, refracted through separation, ritualized through rebellion, and systematized by the serpent. The East ...
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    1 h y 35 m
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