The Almighty Directive

It slid in through the backdoor and persuaded us that it was there for our own good.

We saw its Shadow moving along the walls of our home, not realizing what we had invited into our homes, not knowing it could slide so fast that we would not be able to keep track of it.

Little did we realize that it intended to take over our homes, even our minds.

It was not content to stay in our garden where it watched over our homes.

It promised us safety if we would let it into our gardens, so we gave our permission.

After all, it was for our own good, was it?

But soon after we let the snake patrol in our backyard, it told us that it would be necessary to surveil inside our homes as well, if we wanted to remain safe and secure.

And with the same naivety as we let it stay in our garden, we opened the doors of our homes to the snake, trusting that it was there for our own well-being.

After all, it acted on behalf of our own government, and surely the government watched over our well-being, protecting us against seen and unseen threats?

Not just restricting itself to the kitchen and our living room, the snake patrol even slid across the floor of our basements and our bedrooms, keeping a keen eye on that one room we used as our study or our home office.

It kept a close watch on everything and everyone entering and leaving the house, frowning whenever it noticed something not in line with the Directive on behalf of which it acted.

There were times it would give us the evil eye to force us into compliance with the Directive.
It did not speak out against us, it just looked at us in that uncomfortable way, as if we had been caught in the act of doing mischief.

With the same surprising swiftness as the snake patrol, the Directive became a law defining and governing the concept of privacy within our homes, destroying it in favor of 'openness'.

After all, if we do nothing wrong we don't have anything to hide, and if we don't have anything to hide surely we won't mind opening our homes to the all-seeing eye of the government, do we?

For years the concept of 'openness' was promoted and pushed into the realm of normalcy through entertainment, where all the nation could gloat over the ups and downs of people as cameras would follow them around day and night.
And as 'openness' became the new standard of normalcy, privacy was relegated to the realm of abnormalcy, a concept facilitating abuse in the hands of those who have something to hide.

But now the camera had turned, and it followed us around, day and night.

We had become the stars in a movie the plot of which remained yet undisclosed to us.

We used to entertain ourselves with politics and religion, but now the uncomfortable feeling arose that we had been turned into the entertainment of the Shadow realm of politics and religion.

We began to feel an ever tightening grip around our ankles and our wrists, preventing us from walking wherever we wanted to go, doing whatever we wanted to do.

The snake patrol which entered our homes as our great protector turned into our dreaded object of fear, as it was no longer content to surveil our homes, but wanted to extend its surveillance to include the domain of our thoughts, making sure that even our minds were in line with the Almighty Directive.

They coiled around our ankles, tightening their grip whenever we wanted to walk without their permission, keeping us from moving to areas in our own home they did not want us to visit, steering us towards the places where they wanted us to be.

Yes, even our own homes were considered as property governed by the authority of the Almighty Directive.

They did not even permit us to have so much as one second to ourselves anymore, but they became permanent residents of our homes, or rather, occupants of our homes.

It no longer was our home but the domain of the Snake acting on behalf of the Almighty Directive.

It used to be our own home, we even put ourselves up to our necks in debt just to be able to have this one place where we could create a sanctuary devoted to privacy and simply be ourselves.

But now the sanctuary had been invaded, because we LET it be invaded, and our home became the home of the Snake.

Day and night their eyes rested upon us, following us around.

When that did not suffice, they wrapped themselves around us that they might steer us into forceful compliance with the Almighty Directive for the sake of our own benefit.

Yes, the Directive came in the guise of a temporary measure, implemented for the good of our own security.

Yet the Directive had a different spirit, one which was at odds with the spirit of the other laws.

So the Directive sought to overthrow the other laws, and bend them into compliance with the spirit of the Directive.

Then the spirit of the Directive took over the spirit of our constitution, and it grew in strength and presence like a cobra puffing itself up in the face of an adversary.

It cast its Shadow on our lives as it grew into an omnipotent, stern Almighty God seeking to mold us in its image.

It unleashed its snakes in strands of thirty-three to pave the way for the grand future the Directive had in mind for us.

The snakes were sent to prepare the way for the coming of the Snakemaster, the One whose politics encompass the realm of the Dead.

She speaks the words of the Grand Architect, and seductively extends the apple of a grand paradise to fulfill the great promise of ancient days.

Yet the sweetness of the apple hides a bitter poison, for her paradise is our graveyard, and her politics will rain Death upon this world.

The horror of Death will be unleashed upon the place which used to be our home, because Death is her domain and her plans include the entire Earth as a province of the realm of the Dead.

Yet we did not know, we could not see how our homes were destined to be part of the Dead Zone.

It wore the mask of the guardian of Heaven, yet beneath the mask lurked the face of a demon.

Like Adam and Eve we fell and repeated their mistake, even though we should have known better by now.

We believed the mask and accepted it, making provisions for the mask to enter our homes and become part of it.

Little did we know what we had invited into our homes.

Now the snakes were everywhere.

They crawled in our streets, they spied us from the straw-like bushes, and in all the places we were permitted to walk, snakes were watching us, gleefully nodding with approval when they noticed their ilk around our ankles and our hands.

But that was not enough.

The snakes wanted to own the thoughts in our heads.

Any deed or word was preceded by a thought, and if they wanted to make sure we would not act against the Almighty Directive God, they needed to control those thoughts, and install THEIR thoughts into our minds.

And so the snakes crept further up my body, wrapping themselves around my neck, seeking to invade my mind by constantly whispering mantras of the Directive into my ears.

It was like an unholy chant whispered into my ears every single hour of the day and night, so that by now I was able to recite the Directive verbatim.

But I still had my own inner sanctum where the Directive could not enter, a place deep inside my mind where I found shelter against the onslaught of the Snake Directive.

Relentlessly the glory of the Directive, the Snake and the Spirit of the Directive were praised and upheld as the highest good for mankind.

But if it was the highest good, why did it feel to me as if I was being suffocated to death, why did something for my own good feel like the greatest Evil, why did I feel as if the snakes were the true and greater terrorists using the image of a perceived external threat of terror as a decoy to launch their stealth attack?

One time I woke up screaming when I discovered a snake seeking to gain entrance into my brains by using my ear as a literal gateway into my mind.
Apparently it had perceived how it was unable to reach me whenever I retreated into my inner sanctum, and so it decided to sneak in and destroy this abominable obstacle by force.

As I jerked the snake out my ear, the snake squeezed my throat so that I could no longer breathe, and I fell to the floor in great distress and panic as I tried to free myself from the tight grip of the snake.

Then the snake relented a bit, allowing me to catch just enough breath to prevent me from passing out, and whispered into my ear that I better learn to think the Directive, seek its welfare and devote my life and all my energy in service of the Directive.

To remind me of my task the snake told me that it would allow me to breathe just enough to be able to function, but no more.

Even oxygen was rationed and distributed by the Almighty Directive.

The Directive came alive in the hands of the Grand Architect who pulled the strings on its lifeless carcass so that it seemed as if it was alive.

It was the puppet in the hands of the ventriloquist behind the veil, invisible to mortal man yet a tangible reality to the snakes.

And the Directive was given an image and a face and spoke, saying unto men: 'Come ye who are burdened and weary, and put your yoke on my shoulders that ye may find relief, and enjoy peace and shelter under my protective wings'.

We heard its words, we  saw its face, and burdened by the relentless harassment of the snakes we were ready to put our yoke on the shoulders of the Almighty Directive that we might find peace and safety, shelter from the snakes, that they might leave us alone and we might pick up our lives again.

And so here we are.

The Directive came in as our benefactor, yet turned out to be the Trojan horse which carried a legion of snakes.

Now that the snakes have gotten in, they have taken over, and we have become a collective of suffocating, dying people whose only sense of freedom has become but a memory of what once was.

Freedom is oxygen for our Soul, and as the oxygen supply is lessened, our Soul begins to suffocate.

Isn't that what the Directive really wanted to begin with, our Souls?

Isn't that what the snakes seek to own so that they may replace us, stealing our Souls with the talents our Creator put in them?

They said it could never happen in the land of the free.

The yoke of tyranny would never be able to burden a place dedicated to the ideal of freedom, because the people would rise up to protect their freedom.
They would never let their homes be invaded just so that they could be turned into slaves of an oppressive tyrant creating laws as shackles around the ankles of the people, laws which embody absurdities rather than mirror true justice.

Yet they came in because WE gave them the key.

As we sank deeper into the acceptance of the great big Lie, we could not see how the Lie was used to turn our home into our prison.

We believed the Lie because we had grown accustomed to embracing the Lie, accepting its ways to have our place in the fabric of this stage and enjoy the blessings of a steadfast soothing bank account.

We are not the innocent victims we think ourselves to be.

We sang the lullaby of the Lie and created our own prison, brick by brick, sin upon sin, and now suffering is waiting in the wings.

All in the name of 'our own good', 'security', 'to make sure that our constitutional freedom could not be taken away by malignant terrorists', the Lie which lined us up with the agenda of the Almighty Directive.

Slowly but surely the awareness dawned in our minds that we have been duped, tricked by slithering snakes and their mindless men of straw.

The Almighty Directive became the license for the snakes to take over our backyard, our home, even our mind.

The terrorists were not our greatest threat.

The greatest threat came from within, from the people we trusted, people we voted into positions of power from whence they unleashed a legion of snakes upon the nation that they might make the soil ready for their paradise to be built.

We have been betrayed, because we betrayed Truth and conformed to the Lie.

As we embraced the Lie, we embraced the Lie in others, trusting and believing in vessels of the Lie while rejecting vessels of Truth.

And now the Lie coils itself around our ankles, our wrists, our necks, and she whispers the mantra of the Directive into our minds, day and night, until she lives within us, and our Soul belongs to her.

But, the grandeur the Great Architect Babel worships in the mirror of her secret palace in the Loft is nothing but the projection of a mind dedicated to the Lie, and the image it projects in the mirror is nothing but the child of the Lie, an illusion which cannot stand in the Truth of YHWH's reality.

Though you move in secret and plot in Darkness, though you vex and torment Yah's own in unseen ways, nothing is hidden from YHWH's eyes, Babel.
YHWH has measured out your end in strands of seven, and sealed it in the riddles of His prophecies.
In the end, as you used men as useful fools and duped them with your lying schemes, you shall be the useful fool duped by your own lying ways, and Yah will shine as your superior in every way.