The airport was especially crowded. Parents were waiting to pick up their college kids for Thanksgiving break. Alyona waited for her youngest daughter Sophia. She checked the flight information screen. The flight was on time but the plane was sitting on the tarmac waiting for a gate. When the plane finally pulled up and the passengers began deboarding she looked at each passenger coming out from the boarding ramp. She thought he saw Sophia. The eyes were the same as Sophia’s but this person looked so different.
This person walked toward Alyona. “Hi mom.”
Alyona stood for a moment looking at her daughter and then embraced her. A look of disbelief was still on Alyona’s face when she let go of Sophia. “You look so different!”
The first thing Alyona noticed was Sophia’s pixie haircut. Her long naturally blond hair had been cut short and died jet black. The second thing she noticed when she hugged her daughter was the tattoo on the side of her neck. It was a creeper, a vine with colored flowers that originated somewhere below on her torso. Alyona put her hand to her mouth to contain her thoughts: “Those three piercings she’s wearing on her face could come off but the ink …”
What did come out: “Wait till your…” but she stopped herself. “Sophia was home now”, she reflected, again with her hand pressed to her lips. “And by the looks of her, home is where she needs to be”.
Sophia put on her backpack and looked at her mother. “I wanted to look different than then the lily whites on campus…Mom! Don’t you know that plastic straws are destroying the earth!” Alyona had been sipping a coffee drink waiting for Sophia. Alyona took a long sip and then threw the cup into the trash.
“Looks like I’ll have to schedule a stagecoach for your return to campus, Sophia. C’mon, let’s get your luggage.”
With Sophia’s luggage and art portfolio case in hand they walked to the car and drove home.
Alyona began the conversation in the car: “How’s your artwork coming along?”
“Good. I am working on a graphic novel about climate change. The main character – I named her Zara – has a degree in climate science. She comes home from the university after graduating. She attends city council meetings every week. She tells the council that the way to fight climate change is human recycling, you know, eating people. The people laugh at her so she takes things into her own hands, so to speak.”
“That sounds gruesome. How did you come up with this?”
“There’s a lot of environmental activism on campus. That’s how I heard about a scientist in Sweden who’s advocating eating human flesh after a person dies …to save the planet.”
“We’re having turkey again this year. We’re not eating your dead grandmother.”
“Mom, I’m serious. There is a climate emergency. If we don’t do something the world will end in our life time. I read a study that says parents should have fewer children to reduce CO2. Overpopulation and overconsumption will bring on biological annihilation of wildlife. I ‘m going to have only one child.”
“You’re my last. I don’t want to be accused of CO2ism and “biological annihilation” of wildlife. Whew! I wish there was more common-sense activism on campus.”
Sophia screwed up her face and said, “Mom, you don’t want to be a climate denier. Those people have no common sense.”
“Listen, Sophia, your grandparents are coming for dinner tomorrow. Spend some time with them. And don’t forget. We go to church on Thanksgiving morning. So, get in the shower early tomorrow.”
“Mom, I’m not going to church tomorrow. I’ve decided that I don’t want to be among a bunch of dominionists who care about saving souls but not the planet. Besides, my friends at school don’t believe in God and neither do I. I’m above all that nonsense. I’ve found something better to do with my life – climate activism. Instead of sitting sit around praying and singing old songs and listening to sermons I can do something that matters, something about the planet.”
“Wait till your…” Alyona stopped herself once again as she parked the car in the driveway. Her brows were now furrowed and she began biting her lower lip. Seeing his wife’s face as she entered the house, Aleksey, Sophia’s father, thought it had to do with Sophia’s changed appearance.
“Who’s this? I thought you went to the airport to pick up our daughter. You brought home a stranger.”
“See for yourself. It is your daughter.” Alyona said this with her eyebrows raised and her hands raised, the palms of her hands facing up.
“Well, I’ll be.”
“Hi dad.” Sophia hugged her father. “It’s just grown up me.”
“There’s something growing on your neck.”
“Yeah, dad. I have a tattoo to remind me of the need to save the planet.”
“I seeeeee? The planet needs saving? You’ll have to tell me all about this.”
“Yes,” Alyona injected, “tell your father everything.”
Before dinner that night Sophia talked with her father. He sat and listened quietly. He was stunned and perplexed at the change that had come over his daughter. He wondered about the point of departure from what she had been taught. Was it her friend’s influence? Her profs? He was glad that she had become assertive and was no longer the unassuming young woman she had been. He had hoped for that. But she come into her own or into another’s?
After an hour of hearing Sophia talk about her climate activism and about her graphic novel and about her new found atheism, he said, “Well, we’ll talk more later.”
Before he left the room, Sophia prodded him. “You’re not a denier are you dad?”
Aleksey turned to face Sophia. “I don’t deny that humans affect the climate but that effect is miniscule and not catastrophic to any extent. And, I don’t deny that there is a God and that eating human beings is not the answer to any problem.”
“Dad …. c’mon. You’re an engineer. You understand data and the data points to a climate catastrophe.”
Aleksey returned to the couch and sat down. “Sophia, climate data is based on computer models and those models provide projections based on assumptive inputs. You know the saying ‘garbage in, garbage out’. As an engineer I use formulas and data – constants -that provide proven outcomes. The outcome is predictable. Climate science is not iterative in that respective. The scientific method involves experimentation. Scientific observations have to be repeatable to be validated. Climate scientists cannot control all the variables that effect climate. And though there have been many observations made in very different circumstances on different instruments by different observers, the observation must be validated with past results and successful future predictions to test for falsifiability. If it is not falsifiable, it does not speak about reality.
Climate science ‘experimentation’ is based in computer modeling and virtual reality. Climate change projections have never been validated by experimentation. You can’t conduct an experiment on a natural system such as the Earth’s climate system in the same way you can conduct a controlled experiment in a physics or chemistry lab. As I said, climate science modeling is based on many assumptions, …like, the climate is unchanged without the effects of greenhouse gases and that the sun’s intensity is the same day after day and that any change in the climate is caused by humans emitting trace amounts of “greenhouse” gases into the atmosphere. And yet, some climate scientists still make their world-ending claims. They don’t say “maybe this will happen”. They say “It will happen!”
And, Sophia, if you take God as a constant out of your life’s equation and His validation the outcome will not make sense. You will end up inputting variables to force the outcome you desire. Your friends will, no doubt, approve of your values but they will not incur any consequences for their outcome. But you will. Their attitude will be much like the climate scientists who point to evidence in their own science journals. Without God, at some point Sophia, you may even begin to despair of life itself. These are hard words but they needed to be said.”
Sophia looked at her dad indifferently, thinking to herself “I am above all that. You’ll see.”
Dad, looking as if he had seen the future he just described, was no longer able to talk. He got up and told Sophia to go into the kitchen and to help her mother with dinner.
“Dad doesn’t understand what’s at stake,” Sophia thought. “This is a backwater town. I’ve seen the future and what really matters.” She set down her sketch pad and walked into the kitchen carrying her attitude with her.
“Mom, do you need help?” Alyona, at the sink, turned to see her daughter. She relaxed her furrowed brows and put on a smile.
“Soph, snap those green beans for me please. They’re for my casserole. Tonight, we’re having burgers and fries.”
“Mom, I’m a vegan now. I’ll just eat a salad. Can we make a tofu turkey tomorrow?”
“Listen, Missy, we’re having turkey tomorrow. Consider it less turkey CO2 in the air.”
The next morning, the air crisp and clear, Alyona and Aleksey drove off to church. Sophia slept in. She had been up late texting her friends. She wanted to make sure her resolve didn’t wane. On the kitchen counter, Alyona had left a list of things for Sophia to do to prepare for the Thanksgiving meal. After an hour-and-a-half Alyona and Aleksey returned home. Sophia was still sleeping. The list was untouched.
Sophia finally wandered into the kitchen in her pajamas. Mom, frustrated and yet compensating, told herself, “Sophia is home”.
“Hey, kiddo, we have a lot of work to do. Grandpa Mo and grandma Jean will be expecting dinner at one o’clock sharp.”
Sophia looked at her mom with cow eyes, hoping for some latitude.
“I’ll have some coffee and get in the shower and then I’ll help.”
“You’d better hurry. Dad is cleaning the house and I need your help.”
Sophia left the kitchen with her coffee and a cinnamon roll and proceeded to her room and then to the shower.
The smell of sage and roasting turkey began to fill the house. The familiar aroma brought back memories of family times for Sophia.
At noon Grandpa Mo and grandma Jean were at the door. Dad, still wearing an apron, greeted them.
“Hi dad. Hi Mom. Did you have a good drive over?”
They both responded. “Oh yeah, except for the guy who drove the speed limit in the inside lane. He wouldn’t move out of the way. That’s why we’re a minute late.”
“Well, the turkey is in the fast lane. It will be ready to cut into at one.”
“Good. I brought the wine.” Grandpa handed dad the wine.
Grandma walked into the kitchen and set down the apple and pumpkin pies she had made. She gave Alyona a hug and asked, “How’s my granddaughter?”
Alyona looked at her mother-in-law with pursed lips. “Well …she’s …she’s …she’s home. Thanks for making the pies. I’m sure glad you brought the wine. I could use a glass right now. What’s this?”
Grandam showed Alyona the multi-colored afghan she had made for Sophia.
“Beautiful!” came Alyona’s response.
“Could you use some help?” grandma offered.
“I sure could. I left Sophia a list of things to do while we were at church but she slept in and didn’t do any of it. She’s in the shower right now. …the same old Sophia and the new Sophia are in the shower right now.”
Not sure what to make of that, grandma put on an apron and started peeling potatoes.
In the living room, dad and dad were laughing. Grandpa Mo had begun telling his corny jokes.
“Why can’t you take a turkey to church? Because they use such fowl language!”
“What did the dry cleaner say to the impatient customer? Keep your shirt on!”
“I am reading a book about anti-gravity. It is impossible to put down.”
Aleksey put his hand on his father’s shoulder and responded in kind: “What did the baby corn say to the mama corn? Where’s pop corn?” Grandpa had a good laugh.
“Hey, where my granddaughter?”
“She’s in the shower. You won’t recognize her. She has a new look and a new attitude.”
Grandpa looked at his son quizzically. “Nothing a few bad jokes can’t cure, I’m sure.”
After fifteen minutes Sophia emerged from the bathroom. She was wearing a robe and her black hair was spiked out in all directions.”
“Hi, grandpa.” She called into the kitchen. “Hi, grandma.”
Grandpa looked her over and said, “Say, that’s a new look for you isn’t it?”
“I’m just catching up with the times.” She hugged him
Grandma came out of the kitchen, “Dear, what have done to yourself?”
“Grandma, it’s just a new look. I cut my hair short.”
Grandam looked at Sophia’s neck and said “Hmmm”. “Here, I made this for you.” She handed Sophia the afghan. “This will keep your neck covered.”
“It’s beautiful, grandma! Thank you!” She hugged her grandmother and walked to her room.
Grandpa Mo and Grandma Jean looked at each other and shook their heads. Grandma spoke. “Life as we know it is coming to an end.”
Before calling everyone to the table, Alyona looked over the place settings Sophia had put down. The table set and the turkey resting on the stove, mom lit the tapers. The flames reflected in the silver and the goblets. Looking up from the table and outside she could clearly see the Autumn Blaze Maple trees along the property line. Through the kitchen windows, fogged from the cooking, they appeared as an artist’s palette smeared with oranges, reds, and yellows. As she looked, stiff khaki-colored leaves from the neighbor’s lawn tumbled across the lawn, lifted by the cold wind. Alyona called everyone to the table.
Everyone was finally seated after calling Sophia to the table several times. Dad asked grandpa Mo to give thanks. Heads bowed, except for Sophia’s.
“Father, it was written long ago that the earth is yours and the cosmos and all who live in it. Nothing happens without you knowing it. In your providence you see a sparrow that falls to the ground. We give Thee thanks for keeping an eye on us sparrows this past year and for sustaining us. Make us wise stewards of the bounty we enjoy. And may everything that has breath praise You. We ask for your blessing on this wonderful-smelling food. Amen.”
Dad echoed the “Amen” and said, “Let’s get these dishes passed. I’ll go slice the turkey.”
Grandpa, with a twinkle in his eye, looked over at Alyona. “I was hoping for a glutton-free meal.”
Grandma looked over at Alyona and rolled her eyes. “Your father-in-law… Go easy on the potatoes, Mo. Save some for Sophia.”
The dishes began to be passed and the wine was poured. Mouths were too full to talk. Only “Mmmmms” could be heard and heads nodding “Amen” could be seen.
Minutes later dad returned with a platter of turkey. Grandma said that Alyona had outdone herself, “The food is delicious!” Grandpa and dad seconded.
From the table each could see the maple trees in the yard framed by the picture window in the dining room. The trees were overlaid with November sunlight. The trees, resplendent with fall color, seemed to respond to the sun’s attention by fluttering their leaves as standards in the wind. Seeing this, grandpa recounted his and grandma’s recent trip to the Smokie Mountains. “I got in some plein air painting. There were so many hues …reds, oranges, …the yellow birches and shagbark hickories were golden.”
While grandpa talked, Sophia ate with her eyes glazed over. She was deep in thought. She imagined the world coming to an end and her family eating turkey and engaged in meaningless conversation. “I should never have children because of what I know about their future.”
Grandpa noticed her despondency. “Sophia, how is school? Do you like your art teachers?”
Sophia perked up. “Good. I like Professor Nulin, my graphics art professor. He’s helping me with the narrative for my novel. He says that we have lost our way and must return to the narrative of the indigenous people who lived in ecological equilibrium long ago. He thinks we need to become more human by learning to live in balance with nature and to have a reverence for nature as they did. He says that to be human is to live as they did, in harmony with the cycles of nature. He thinks we need to take down civilization to a pre-civilized world to do this. He says that the religions of the world lead folks away from the divinity of the land. He says that industrialization is destroying the planet and creating climate change.”
Grandpa wiped his mouth. “Wow. That’s a lot to digest. It seems that climate change research has moved into the arts and social sciences. How’s your graphic novel turning out?”
“Oh, fine, grandpa.” Sophia went on to describe the narrative. “…and Zara is the main character. She has a band of Climate Change Confronters. I’ll show you the panels I’ve created after we eat.”
“That would be great. It sounds like you have given it a lot of thought. My old art professor, Mr. Smithers, who always wore argyle sweater vests that looked like a diagonal checkerboard, would lecture us with his glasses perched on top of his bald head. “Class,” he would say, “to create art of lasting value, it must be created within the enduring context of humanity and give dignity to the human drama. “You must read history and good literature if you want to understand that context!”
He conveyed to us that art should help us to see the world as it really is and then the viewer’s imagination can move him beyond immediate initial emotion to a consideration of the sacred and redemptive. He warned us about fantasy. “Works of fantasy”, he said, “mimic and mock reality. They begin with emotion and end with emotion, leaving the viewer frustrated and empty – with a diminished sense of objectivity. They are created to make you feel something for the sake of feeling something. They deal in sacrilege and the profane”.
Grandpa continued. “Look around. There is a surfeit of fantasy today – in pornographic images, in movies, on TV …. I saw a commercial for a movie the other day. It had graphic images depicting a specter of world-ending apocalypse and superheroes swooping in to save the world. Kids today eat this stuff up and can’t get enough of it seems, by the many previews just like it …”
Seeing Sophia’s arched eyebrows, Dad broke in. “I think it is time for some pie.”
The meal over and the table cleared, Alyona brought out the coffee. Grandma brought out the pies she had made.
Grandpa, taking his son’s cue to change the subject, asked, “How’s you work going, Aleksey?”
“I was made the responsible engineer for a greenfield project. We will be installing a new substation, transformers, circuit breakers and transmission lines. The project will take a year to complete.”
“Does it involve renewable energy?”
“Not in this case. This project is basically power distribution. But our company does do engineering for wind farm and photoelectric clients. We also work with businesses and institutions who want us to design “island” microgrids using wind and solar. The ‘islands’ can be switched to distributed power as needed. Soon, there will be microgrids using small modular nuclear reactors – SMRs. Those projects will involve both our nuclear group and our distribution group.”
Alyona, hearing the details about Aleksey’s company for the first time, asked for Sophia’s sake, “There is so much talk about fossil fuels today. Is your company involved with fossil fuels?”
“Our fossil group engineers CO2 capture projects …what you don’t hear talked about, Alyona, is that greenhouse gases make up only one to two percent of the entire atmosphere. Nitrogen and oxygen make up a majority of the atmospheric gases. And, CO2 comprises only about three-and-a-half percent of that one to two percent of greenhouse gases. Of the total amount of CO2 in the atmosphere, humans cause only about three to four percent of the annual CO2 emissions into the atmosphere. So, the anthropogenic effects are real but minimal.”
Aleksey stopped for a moment and finished his pie.
“And don’t forget. Without carbon, there would be no green bean casserole. Sunlight and carbon are required for the greening of the earth, for photosynthesis. And, to answer your questions, yes, our company has the anthropogenic effect of engineering and distributing clean energy. Nuclear plants alone provided fifty-five percent of the country’s clean energy last year. Renewable natural gas is also gaining in use.”
“It sounds like you and Sophia have things in common.” Grandpa wanted to restore transmission with the brooding Sophia.
Dad looked over at Sophia. Sophia looked over at her dad, her eyebrows again arched.
Dad looked over at his wife. “We do. But I think we will need to redirect some energy, dad.” Alyona looked over at Sophia and gave her a reassuring smile. And dad felt that there was more that needed to be said.
“It occurred to me as you were talking dad that what makes the enduring context that you were mentioning even possible are the physical constants in the cosmos which make life possible. These constants could not have happened by random chance. Not all scientists accept that premise, of course. Some choose a multi-verse theory as the random ‘creator’ instead of God. But scientists of all worldviews agree that the physical constants of the universe, which made possible the precise fusion of the carbon element on which life depends, are finely-tuned. It’s as if, as one scientist said, that the universe must have known we were coming.”
Grandpa wiped pie from the corner of his mouth. He looked as if he was about to say something. Everyone looked at him, hoping that he would not ask another question. They were all full and had started pushing back from the table when he began to speak.
“All this reminds me of the two goldfish in a bowl. One goldfish asks the other, “If there is no God who changes the water?”
With that and a smile everyone got up from the table. Alyona began to clear the dessert plates. Dad and grandpa offered to help. Alyona asked Aleksey to help in the kitchen while she and grandma talked. “Sophia, show your grandfather your art work.”
Sophia went to her room and came back with the graphic panels she had created. She sat down and sidled up to her grandfather on the couch. She talked about the narrative: indigenous people were in tune with the land and with the seasons; indigenous people were uncorrupted until the white man came along and began destroying natural resources with his greed; industrialization is wreaking havoc of the earth and poisoning the atmosphere; indigenous people considered the earth sacred; true religion is that which cares for the earth; we need to return to a dark green religion. She went on to explain to her grandfather who Zara was and her band of disciples -the Climate Change Confronters. “They will challenge, protest and do whatever is necessary by any means necessary to restore the mother earth to its health.”
“Sophia, you put a lot of thought into this. Your work shows a lot of promise. I like your draftsmanship. Have you thought of going in the direction of representational art? I think you would enjoy realism. I know of an atelier where you could learn. I know the owner. He lives on a farm about thirty miles from grandma and me. I’m sure he would take you in.”
Sophia looked puzzled, not sure if grandpa understood the direction of her work. Seeing the look on her face, grandpa responded to her narrative.
“Now, what makes you think that God would allow mankind to destroy His creation? You know the story of the flood. God stopped the destructive indigenous people before there was any talk of CO2. I think that there is a bigger picture that you need to take into account.”
Sophia sat there still looking pensive. “Maybe, but I still think mankind has lost its way. The planet needs to be saved from anthropogenic effects.”
“You are right about that. But then, God knew we were coming and He was prepared for the worst mankind could do. He ‘engineered’ a solution.”
© Jennifer A. Johnson, 2019, All Rights Reserved
Science, and certainly engineering, attends to the particularity of things. Both scientists and engineers must understand a thing and how it relates to other things. Imagine if they didn’t. Imagine if geneticists, physicists, biologists, chemists and aeronautical engineers didn’t consider how things relate to each other. Imagine if an electrical engineer didn’t consider that 3000 amps through an aluminum conductor rated for 600 amps would cause heating and the ultimate melting of the conductor. God gave us Scripture so that we could understand God’s nature expressed in the Word (John’s Gospel chapter one). God gave us nature so that we could understand God’s nature as expressed in things.
Cindy Wity 
Bit By Bit
September 25, 2022 Leave a comment
Then the angel showed me the river of the water of life, as clear as crystal, flowing from the throne of God and of the Lamb. Revelation 22:1
In his farewell address sixty-one years ago, President Dwight D. Eisenhower, warned the nation.
“. . . we must guard against the acquisition of unwarranted influence, whether sought or unsought, by the military–industrial complex. The potential for the disastrous rise of misplaced power exists, and will persist.”
Today, we must stand against both the massive military–industrial complex that stands ready to generate kinetic military action to sustain itself AND the acquisition of unwarranted influence, whether sought or unsought, by the bio–industrial complex also ready to sustain itself.
As I write this, a conjunction of medical, scientific, industrial, and economic cohorts is being formed to bring about the r-evolution of mankind (Man 2.0). And with it comes the potential for the disastrous rise of misplaced power. Joe Biden, who Is not in control of his own faculties, issued a recent executive order (in parallel with World Economic Forum efforts) facilitating the re-engineering and control of bodies and brains and society.
Reading past the executive order’s sales pitch – “to advance biotechnology and biomanufacturing towards innovative solutions in health, climate change, energy, food security, agriculture, supply chain resilience, and national and economic security” – we get a sense of what the bio-meddlers are up to.
The order states . . .
We need to develop genetic engineering technologies and techniques to be able to write circuitry for cells and predictably program biology in the same way in which we write software and program computers; unlock the power of biological data, including through computing tools and artificial intelligence; and advance the science of scale‑up production while reducing the obstacles for commercialization so that innovative technologies and products can reach markets faster.
And from the executive order’s Sec. 13. Definitions.
(b) The term “biotechnology” means technology that applies to or is enabled by life sciences innovation or product development.
(c) The term “biomanufacturing” means the use of biological systems to develop products, tools, and processes at commercial scale.
(d) The term “bioeconomy” means economic activity derived from the life sciences, particularly in the areas of biotechnology and biomanufacturing, and includes industries, products, services, and the workforce.
(j) The term “key R&D areas” includes fundamental R&D of emerging biotechnologies, including engineering biology; predictive engineering of complex biological systems, including the designing, building, testing, and modeling of entire living cells, cell components, or cellular systems; quantitative and theory-driven multi-disciplinary research to maximize convergence with other enabling technologies; and regulatory science, including the development of new information, criteria, tools, models, and approaches to inform and assist regulatory decision-making. These R&D priorities should be coupled with advances in predictive modeling, data analytics, artificial intelligence, bioinformatics, high-performance and other advanced computing systems, metrology and data-driven standards, and other non-life science enabling technologies. (Emphasis mine)
(k) The terms “equity” and “underserved communities” have the meanings given those terms by sections 2(a) and 2(b) of Executive Order 13985.
The disastrous rise of misplaced power? A LifeSite news article comments on a major concern for all of us:
Raising further privacy-related questions is Executive Order 14081’s establishment of a “Data for the Bioeconomy Initiative,” which calls for “biological data sets,” to include “genomic” (gene-related) information deemed critical for societal advances.
The Executive Order further calls for a “plan to fill any data gaps” and “make new and existing public data “findable” and “accessible.” This proposal raises the question of whether and how individuals’ genomic information might be publicly disclosed, and whether it would be done so only with informed consent.
if you used 23andMe you can be pretty sure that your DNA data will not remain private. Going forward, nothing about you will remain private as the executive order requires filling “any data gaps”. Are you willing to be “findable” and “accessible”?
1945. C.S. Lewis came out with the final book of his space trilogy. In the prescient That Hideous Strength we learn of the National Institute for Co-ordinated Experiments (N.I.C.E.) N.I.C.E. is a scientific and social engineering agency and a front for dark supernatural forces. There are significant parallels of N.I.C.E. activity to what is happening today.
Henry F. Schaefer III, Graham Perdue Professor of Chemistry and Director of the Center for Computational Quantum Chemistry at the University of Georgia, describes the workings of N.I.C.E. in C. S. Lewis: Science and Scientism:
The aims of the NICE, according to Lord Feverstone (who was Weston’s co-conspirator Dick Devine in the first book of the space trilogy) include “sterilization of the unfit, liquidation of backward races (we don’t want any dead weights), selective breeding. Then real education, including prenatal education. By real education I mean one that has no ‘take-it-or-leave-it’ nonsense. A real education makes the patient what it wants infallibly: whatever he or his parents try to do about it. Of course, it’ll have to be mainly psychological at first. But we’ll get on to biochemical conditioning in the end and direct manipulation of the brain.” Lewis was certain that a union of applied science and social planning with the power of government would result in the loss of freedom and individuality.
Mary Cuff, in That Hideous Strength: A Prophecy for Our Times, comments that Lewis wrote about the transformation of the main character who was in the ghastly hands of technocrats:
Importantly for us, while the N.I.C.E.—our era’s Sodom and Gomorrah—meets a fiery and bloody fate, Lewis is more interested in showing the arc of redemption for modern Adam and modern Eve. Jane and Mark spend most of the novel physically apart from each other, and yet they creep ever closer to that original harmony between man and woman. When Mark is suddenly confronted with the horrifying reality of the N.I.C.E., it is his relationship to the absent Jane that stirs his nobler instincts and allows him to discover both his manhood and his humanity.
Are you willing for technocrats to transhuman you? Are you willing to be tinkered with? To be genetically modified along with the crops? Are you willing to be used as a biotech R&D project, just as humans were used as lab rats for the biotechnology of the mRNA jabs? Are you OK with someone messing with your DNA?
This executive order isn’t about making new and improved artificial limbs or pace makers. This order is about eradicating the imago Dei in human beings and replacing it with coded genetics and AI that serves the elites. This executive order is about abiding in stakeholder programs and not abiding in the True Vine. For, there is no mention of God anywhere around this order. Have you ever heard Klaus Schwab acknowledge God? Where do you think such “progress” comes from?
Self-referential humanists view themselves as gods. With access to tremendous wealth, they are able to exploit technology for their own ends. With such means they believe that they can achieve immortality via genetic engineering. With such means, they come to see themselves as transcendent – all-seeing, all knowing, and all powerful- and above death itself.
As gods, they demand your servitude, your praise and your worship. As the Transhumanist Psalm says . . .
For it was the WEF who reformed my inward parts;
WEF put me together in its genetics and molecular biology lab
I praise WEF, for I am genetically and socially remade.
Wonderful are your stakeholder programs,
That is what you would have me say.
With growing digitalization, do you see that app by app, rung by rung, command by command, and bit by bit we are being programmed for The Great Reset? With each input and AI response you and I engage in, we are being coded (trained) to execute certain functions in certain ways within a “stakeholder” program designed “to make positive change” as decided by the gods among us.
Globalist programmers chose the variables, the syntax, the keywords, decision making, the loops, the arrays, the functions. Data type “Human” is being concatenated with data type “Machines”. Our God-given high-level programming code is to be rewritten and compiled down into the lowest-level software to create an executable stakeholder program activated via an imbedded machine interface. With digitization driving everything, the once secure border between human and machine becomes an open border where “the potential for the disastrous rise of misplaced power exists, and will persist”.
I choose the crystal clear “river of the water of life” over a murky and mucked up data stream.
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Science can only describe things on a physical level. On that level we are complex chemical machines . . .
“A self-balancing, 28-jointed adaptor-based biped; an electro-chemical reduction plant, integral with segregated stowages of special energy extracts in storage batteries, for subsequent actuation of thousands of hydraulic and pneumatic pumps, with motors attached; 62,000 miles of capillaries….” -R. Buckminster Fuller, US architect & engineer (1895 – 1983)
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Follow Joe:
Joe Allen on Twitter: “WHY “TRANSHUMANISM” IS THE ISSUE OF OUR AGE Technocracy is rising all around us. We’re watching a cultural revolution. If LSD was a precursor to the PC… If ubiquitous TVs are a precursor to the Metaverse… If 24/7 screen time is a precursor to neurotech…” / Twitter
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Informed Dissent:
Trends in COVID Anxiety – by Robert W Malone MD, MS (substack.com)
Booster Nations – by Robert W Malone MD, MS (substack.com)
Tell your congressman no more money for bad CDC policy and no more data collection | Stand for Health Freedom
Dr. Paul Offit, one of the world’s most respected vaccine experts, is now officially an anti-vaxxer! (substack.com)
Study Reveals Masking Kids In School Made ‘No Significant Difference’ In Stopping COVID Spread. (thenationalpulse.com)
Transgender Surgery- Common Sense and Decency are Needed (substack.com)
“It’s big money”.. what they aren’t telling you about the shock video promoting trans mutilation of children… – Revolver News
Dr. Malone – Inventor of the mRNA tech that was used by Pfizer and Moderna to develop their covid injections:
“The more DOSES you receive…, the HIGHER your RISK for INFECTIONS, DISEASE and DEATH compared to the unvaccinated.”
Florida Versus Davos – The American Mind
Digital Harassment, Intimidation:
Biden Regime Moves Forward with US Central Bank Digital Currency So They Can Ban, Censor and Shut Down Accounts of Boisterous Conservatives and Starve Them Out (thegatewaypundit.com)
“e” is for Evacuate:
Good Grief Green Energy:
The Global ‘Green Energy’ Push is Causing Fertilizer Shortages and Threatening The Human Food Supply. (thenationalpulse.com)
(WATCH) Power Problems | Sharyl Attkisson
Policies Pushing Electric Vehicles Show Why Few People Want One – WSJ (archive.ph)
Huh?
Liberal Logic: Martha’s Vineyard Calls 50 Illegal Immigrants a “Humanitarian Crisis” – But 4.2 Million Illegal Immigrants Crossing a “Secure Border” (thegatewaypundit.com)
No, No, No! to ESG:
Elon Musk [ESG] “has been weaponized by phony social justice warriors.”
Analysis: Musk’s ESG attack spotlights $35 trillion industry confusion | Reuters
The ESG Investing Backlash Arrives – WSJ
Financial Advisor IQ – Peter Thiel-Backed Startup Rolls Out ‘Profits Over Politics’ ETF
DRLL ETF Alert: What to Know About the New Anti-ESG Fund for Energy Stocks | InvestorPlace
Economic Disaster:
WARNING SIGNS: Estimated GDP by Atlanta Fed CRASHES 1 FULL POINT This Week! (thegatewaypundit.com)
Defeating the Marxian Panopticon | Michael O’Fallon, Charlie Kirk, James Lindsay
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