They Hear Their Master’s Voice

It looks like the coronavirus graph for the US is struggling with a plateau. This is my best guess. The steady upward progress we saw in earlier weeks is over, but the rate is oscillating.

Good enough. Even the government is acknowledging that things are winding down, so I’m satisfied.

Yesterday, I made an essential trip to an essential store. I hit Harbor Freight and bought a TV mount for the gun room. Now I have a TV/monitor on the wall, and I no longer have a TV on the floor.

I’m not sure what’s going on with the mounting. I used a stud finder to locate good places to put the two screws that hold the TV. I got positive results, and when I drilled, I didn’t pop through drywall and then hit air. On the other hand, I didn’t get any sawdust. It’s like I drilled into plastic. The TV isn’t coming loose, so I’m happy.

I moved my dad’s old $1400 office chair into the gun room. In my opinion, it’s really a $300 chair that got a lot of help from insurance. I went with him to buy it, years ago. We went to Relax the Back, a chain that specializes in furniture covered by medical insurance. His back had been bothering him. He had to pay for it. I think that if the manufacturer and the store hadn’t been using to suckling on the insurance teat, the chair would have been much, much cheaper. It’s not significantly more expensive to make than a chair from Office Depot.

Whenever loans and insurance get involved, prices go up, as anyone who has sent a kid to college or paid for medical care can tell you. It’s sad, because responsible people who pay cash and cover their own costs get taken to the cleaners while irresponsible people who rely on others get big breaks.

After my dad became demented, Asians started calling him, trying to sell him special belts for his back. These things don’t work. It probably costs ten bucks to make one, and they charge Medicare $1200. A famous huckster who calls himself Dr. Ho sells one on TV. If you were wondering where your tax dollars were going, now you know. I’m sure it will make you feel better about giving half your income to the government. Dr. Ho really appreciates it. He probably needs a back belt to help him lift your money.

He ought to be in prison, but this is how the world works.

Today I’m putting more shelves in the gun room. I have to clear the floor. I ordered shelves yesterday from the Home Depot site, and they didn’t clear the order until the store was closed. I suppose the curbside pickup policy is slowing them down.

One reason I need more shelves is that I broke down and bought 3,000 more rounds of .22 ammo. I was going to quit, because I thought other people needed a chance. But no one was answering the ad. I figured it was fine for me to buy more if no one else had the good sense to take it.

The ammo panic is teaching people to shoot odd calibers. The panic patrol is stocking up on common things like 9mm, .22 LR, and .40. Supplies are tight, but I can get all the .204 Ruger and .17 HMR I want. I haven’t checked .38 Super. Let’s see. Yes, it’s available. Some types are out of stock at Midway USA, but others are not.

I got a .38 Super pistol because I thought it was cool, not because I wanted to shoot burglars with it. It’s a great defensive round, though. The FBI used to use it to get through the heavy steel of old car bodies. Special Agent Earl Hamer carried one when he and his crew thoroughly ventilated Clyde Barrow and Bonnie Parker.

Maybe this is the time for people to start carrying .357 SIG, a caliber experts refer to as “useless.” It approximates .40 S&W performance, for only twice the price. Maybe shelves are full of .357 SIG rounds no one wants. There is also a weird .45 ACP variant out there.

Harbor Freight has a doorman now, like Studio 54. I had to stand in line outside, hovering over my social-distancing decal, hoping to be chosen. I tipped him $50 and asked for a table near the band. Then I found out he was letting everyone in eventually. And he wasn’t even selling molly.

I actually cautioned a guy who got too close to me. I like social distancing. I don’t think I’ll get COVID-19, but the disease does exist, and there is a much bigger chance that I’ll get the flu. Why not stand 6 feet apart when it’s not inconvenient? It’s a good thing to do even when there is no virus panic. It’s good manners.

If you’re a man, you should be used to social distancing in stores. Men in their thirties and forties have problems with strange women chasing them at the grocery and other stores, and it can train us to maintain space barriers. Women’s magazines, which are full of heinous advice provided by homosexual men and single women who will never be married, tell women this is a great way to land a husband.

I always hated it. I wasn’t going to ask a strange woman out because she kept turning up beside me at Barnes & Noble. It made me wonder what was wrong with them. Of course, when you get old and they stop, it’s not flattering.

Then when you hit 65, they start up again, and they’re rabid and unrelenting. And they’re not attractive young women worried about their biological clocks. Also, it shouldn’t be taken as a compliment. It doesn’t mean you’re attractive or charming. They just want something to lie next to at night, which other women can’t get. Terrifying.

I was in line for the register when a guy took the decal behind mine. He was wearing a carpenter’s dust mask. Don’t get me started. The problem was that he stood in front of his cart, about three inches away from me. I mentioned the decal, and he apologized and moved back. He had moved close to me so he could get a better look at an item I was standing next to. Of course, he would have been next to it himself a minute later, even without the strange decision to increase intimacy. He just thought he’d save time by doing something he clearly thought was dangerous.

My friend Mike lives in New Hampshire and works in Boston, which is a hotspot. He has become militant. He has taken to standing in the middle of aisles and saying, “You’re not going past me. You can try if you want.” He’s a pretty big guy, so he can do that. Probably not the best approach.

I told him about my theory that Northeasterners were getting hit hard because they’re dirty and don’t believe in germs. I thought he might disagree. He said, “I hate them.” That was a little over the top. He gave me a long speech about how rude and narcissistic they are. He is really fed up. He said people up there are ignoring the distancing rules wholesale, while voting for Democrats who are much more likely to impose draconian measures than Republicans. I guess they think having a rule, not obeying it, is what counts.

That’s actually very normal for leftists. Make a rule that’s unsustainable and irrational, and then violate it as a matter of policy while expecting the government to make other people obey.

He says Michigan’s liberal governor won’t let people go outside. Yeah, that’s totally reasonable and science-based. We have all gotten used to the stories of people who gave other people coronavirus from 50 yards away while mowing yards. He says she won’t let people buy anything that isn’t essential, even when visiting a store for a good reason. So if you go to Target to buy canned soup, you can’t get your kids a Monopoly board to keep them from tearing the walls out of your house.

Sounds like a total nutcase, but she’s in charge because people don’t vote with their brains. It makes me dread the emasculating post-Trump future, when her kind rules the nation. Look what they’re capable of. I knew they would be socialists, but I didn’t think they could incarcerate everyone on a whim.

Death, for Christians, is pleasant and rewarding. In this respect, it is different from, and generally preferable to, living under anti-Christian leftist nanny-tyrants.

Mike has 5,000 N95 masks, with more on the way. He ordered them weeks ago for his employees, but he uses them, too. I don’t know what good they will do him, but he has real reasons for taking unusual measures. He has had heart and immune system problems. He offered to send me masks, but I wasn’t interested.

In other news, I saw a neat video from Messianic Rabbi Zev Porat. He works in Israel, reaching out to Jews. He’s from an Orthodox family, and he has helped a number of heavy-duty Orthodox Jews, including rabbis, come to Yeshua.

He spoke about the coronavirus panic, using the word “panic.” He knows what’s happening. The hysteria is from Satan.

He talked about the Hebrew word for panic. He says it’s “panikos.” Pretty creative. It comes from the name of Pan, supposedly the oldest false god. His name means “all” for some reason. I recall being taught that the reason was that he was originally the greatest of the Greek false gods.

Pan looks like our typical depiction of Satan. He’s a man with goat’s horns, a post-90’s chin beard, and a goat’s lower body. Some equate him with Satan.

It’s interesting that the ancient Jews chose to associate panic with a pagan deity.

The word “pandemic” comes from roots meaning something like “all (Pan) people.”

Among pagans, there was a belief that if one woke Pan up from a nap, he might yell and cause livestock or people to stampede. So a panic is really a stampede. Isn’t that perfect? We’re acting like scared cattle. Instead of listening to the Holy Spirit, we look to see what the other cattle are doing, and we do the same. This is why you can’t find toilet paper, which is a product totally unrelated to caring for coronavirus victims.

I’ve been telling people the Beast isn’t just a man or a spirit. It’s the herd of human beings who aren’t led by the Spirit of God.

The other day, while considering the coronavirus hysteria, I thought of a flock of birds flying in random directions as one simply because the birds in front turned this way or that. We’ve all seen this. Human beings are supposed to be smart, but we do the same thing every day. I hate it. I have always hated it. Even when I was a little kid, I could not understand other kids who did and thought as others did, without thinking. I noticed that sometimes they seemed to lose their minds. It was like something else had taken over. I didn’t understand why they couldn’t see it.

When I was in the second grade, I knew a kid named Dave. We were friends. He was a great guy. One day I went up to him after school was out, and when I spoke to him, he puffed out his chest and started barging toward me. He bellowed, saying he was a Gator fan, and he said something or other about how you have to get out of the way for Gator fans or else. I had no idea what he was talking about. He acted like he didn’t know me. I actually asked myself if I had mistaken someone else for Dave. I was seeing the Beast in action. Didn’t know it.

You’re supposed to be the head, not the tail. If you hoarded toilet paper in March, you’re a follower, not a leader. You don’t think. You’re disconnected from God, and you’re displeasing him.

Porat mentions the Banias, which is something I’ve written about. It’s a hole in the side of Baal-Hermon (“lord of the curse”), which is one name for Mount Hermon in the north of Israel. “Banias” means something like “place of Pan.” It’s an Arabic term, and the Arabs don’t have a “P” sound in their language. I suppose it would be “Panias” if they did.

According to the book of Enoch, Baal-Hermon, a snow-capped peak, is the place where Satan (or Semyaza) and a bunch of other angels came down from heaven, took physical form, and agreed to defy God and have sex with women. They exchanged curses binding each other in a pact. This is where the name of the mountain comes from.

These were angels who gave rise to a race of dominant freaks who oppressed mankind, and the flood was sent to clear them off the earth.

It’s not clear to me how Satan could have been cursed after he tempted Adam and then gone on to fall at Mount Hermon, much later. Maybe Satan and Semyaza are different spirits, or maybe the serpent wasn’t the spirit we call Satan. The book of Enoch says the angels who had sex with women tried to get forgiveness by sending Enoch to talk to God, but it certainly looks like the serpent was already damned and would not have bothered trying to get forgiveness. There is an explanation, but I don’t know what it is.

Mt. Hermon is one of three sources of the Jordan.

In the past, the hole at the bottom of the mountain contained a powerful spring with a very vigorous flow of water. Pagans used to throw their sacrifices into the spring, presumably contaminating the Jordan as it made its way through Israel to the Sea of Galilee and then the Dead Sea. An earthquake eventually reduced the flow.

The Banias was the location of Caesarea Philippi. This is the place where Jesus called Peter Satan. He said the gates of hell would not prevail against his church. The Banias was a gate of hell. It was surrounded by pagan structures. Still is.

It’s remarkable how things fit together. The Beast is the false god of the flesh. He will rule humans as a herd, and he will do it largely through panics. People who pretend to be kind and rational in normal times will turn hard and even vicious in enforcing a panicked herd’s irrational dictates. We’re seeing that now among coronavirus hysterics.

People who wouldn’t hurt you during normal times will burn your house with you in it if they think they have to do it in order to stop a plague. People who don’t know God are terrified of death. They are not like solid Christians.

A few years back, God put this word in my mind: “I will not be rushed.” I didn’t see how prophetic it was until now. When Satan rules you, you are likely to be rushed. A rush and a panic are the same thing.

There have been many times when I felt like I needed to act fast because of some perceived threat, and I deliberately chose not to do anything, simply because I remembered what God had said.

Here’s something else God showed me: worry is faith in Satan.

People don’t like to hear that, because many people think worry is good. The Bible is against worry. It tells us not to do it, over and over. It says it leads to evil.

If you watch Zev Porat’s video, you will see him say a remarkable thing. Talking to a man who is worried about coronavirus, he asks him who he has faith in. He says essentially the same thing God told me.

Worry is faith in Satan. Worry spawns panic. Worry leads to counterproductive herd behavior. Satan is using coronavirus to teach us to obey him, so we can become the body and bride of the Beast. It all fits together.

It also fits in with another thing God taught me, which is that there is always symmetry in the supernatural. God’s imitation is Satan. Faith’s imitation is worry. Being led by spirits of panic is an imitation of being led by the Holy Spirit. The counterpart of Jesus is the man who becomes the incarnation of the Beast. The counterpart of the body of Christ is the body of Satan, which is the body of the Beast.

The Beast’s prophet is probably the counterpart of Elijah.

It’s wonderful to see a rabbi saying things I’ve said. God tells everyone the exact same things. When people who claim to be Christians disagree, somebody is out of the loop.

I don’t know what it’s like to be terrified of death. I’m grateful for that. My mother was the same way. When she found out she had cancer, she only underwent treatment to make the rest of the family happy. She didn’t pity herself or spend her days crying. My sister, on the other hand, became hysterical and even more selfish. She was the picture of a bad cancer patient.

My great-grandmother was a healthy 85-year-old charismatic who refused to go to doctors, and one day, she got in bed and told everyone she was going to die. No shrieking or whining.

Maybe our consciences tell us where we’re going if we die.

If so, this is a bad time for leftists, who seem to be getting hit much harder than people in Christian areas.

I guess that’s all I have. Still no major celebrity deaths. Not one. Still many fewer known infections than the flu. Still below last year’s flu death total.

I better get to Home Depot.