Agape love. Agape. A word so co-opted by the world I know it must be very powerful. Agape. LOVE. I’m almost embarrassed to write it.
Almost.
But what is Agape? Can we actually ever know it? Live in it like skin? Get comfortable with it? Shine it forth like the sun? Take it? Give it? Is any of this possible?
God tells us it’s more than possible. It’s a reality. Then where is it? In reality? Show me. Please.
Because right now I’m searching for Agape in a haystack.
In the past few days, the Microscopists whose Stacks I subscribe to have all simultaneously made some disturbing yet important discoveries.
Not adhering to the concept of coincidence since it’s been proven imaginary in my own experiences, I see this collision of incidence as providence.
Though it may be divine providence, the Agape Love usually accompanying God’s providence is hidden. Though I know it’s there. I have faith it’s there. But where? WHERE?
(AS I DIG METAPHORICALLY THROUGH THE META HAYSTACK.)
The nanotech the Microscopists have been working so hard to reveal to us, to find mitigation for, a cure for (Please, God!), have found instead the tech is progressing at alarming rates.
ALARMING. Like a fire bell. THE BARN IS BURNING. SAVE THE HORSES.
New structures are assembling very rapidly. Natural biological cells are being transformed into synthetic cells.
Red Blood Cells into Synthetic Red Blood Cells.
Once living and thriving and delivering the goods to all the other cells in the body and taking out the trash. And the White Blood Cells, too. Co-opted like the word AGAPE. Put to use as incubators for more and fantastical forms of nanotech of whose functionality we have not a clue.
And now - NO MORE. Now synthetic. Alive yet not alive. THE UNDEAD.
And it’s occurring in the blood of the uninjected as well as the injected. All ages. All over the world. In EVERYONE. AND QUICKLY.
This photo is an appetizer. For the full multi-course on the surreptitiously infected nanotech in us all please spend some time if you haven’t already and read through the following stacks :
Because we all need this education -
Carnicom Institute : carnicominstitute.substack.com
David Nixon : substack.com/@davidnixon
Karl C. : managainstthemicrobes.substack.com
matt j.a.o.b : woodnstone820.substack.com
SAM’s Substack : sam368.substack.com
Dr. Ana Mihalcea : anamihalceamdphd.substack.com
Because without this information so generously and freely given to us by the courageous Microscopists we will NOT pass our exams.
AND tests are coming. As surely as the chemtrailed obscured sun rises every morning.
As the Delorean VANITY Plate read in BACK TO THE FUTURE, we is :
OUTTA TIME.
IGNORANCE IS NOT BLISS. It’s just plain ol’ ignert.
(Not to be confused with stupidity or available with any other offer..)
Anyone who's lived longer than a day or so knows this truth.
Now. All this being said. There is no point in living in fear.
Everything that’s happening has God’s logic and wisdom in it.
And I am set on proving that as resolutely as I am in finding that AGAPE in that haystack. It’s in here somewhere.
I pray I’m up to it. Asking the Holy Spirit for guidance.
Cuz that’s how I make it through these days.
Now. I’m going to go in another direction. This will happen as I write this series and I am hoping it will be a series.
Also hoping it will make sense and mean something.
God willing.
In 2003 I killed myself, by expert witness account, for about 15 minutes. Like Damar Hamlin.
Though it was NOT televised. Like Damar Hamlin.
It took place in a beige tiled emergency room in Austin, Texas surrounded by nurses and doctors. I took a massive overdose of a creative cocktail of prescription drugs I had bought in Mexico.
Much more than needed to do the job if I were an elephant. Yet the job was not done.
By an act of providence. A providence I did not deserve by any stretch.
“It was a miracle.”, proclaimed by the atheist doctor who was by my side in the beige tiled emergency room and had watched it happen. Helpless to help me with her doctor’s bag of modern Western medicine tricks. Or room full of equipment.
“I don’t believe in God but this was a miracle.” She repeated this in variations as she sat on my hospital bed as I woke in a room.
Alive.
Part Two of THE STRANGE GAME coming soon…
*caveat* - all i write about my story is true to the best of my knowledge and memory. pirate promise.
(which is just a regular promise.)
GOD BLESS.
🙏🕊🙏
You and my friend Jeannettically Modified should compare notes on "near death" miraculousness. She was in a catastrophic, hit and run car accident many years ago that literally left pieces of her skull and brains on the pavement. They never caught the guy responsible for this. She had been pronounced dead by the time they got her to the hospital but literally came back to life about an hour later right before they were going to harvest organs I think she said. Needless to say this was far outside anything the doctors had ever seen or thought was remotely possible. She arrived back in her body having had a full "near death" experience on the other side and with a mountainous road to recovery in front of her that she somehow made it mostly past. Everyday I get to talk to her she is like a miracle to me and a reminder that everything has a purpose. How could it not? So now I know two miracle girls!