Ruling Over You In God's Name

Fight The Future.

Cancer Man: It’s only a matter of time now.

Jeremiah: You put me in a cage within a cage. Why are you so afraid of me?

Cancer Man: I’m not.

Jeremiah: Yes you are. You live in fear. It’s your whole life.

Cancer Man: You don’t know anything about me.

Jeremiah: I know everything about you. Do you think the miracles I perform are the extent of my power?

Cancer Man: You think you’re God. You’re a drone. A catalogue. Chattel.

Jeremiah: What you’re afraid of is they’ll believe I am God.

Cancer Man: It doesn’t matter. Most of them have ceased to believe in God.

Jeremiah: Why?

Cancer Man: Because God presents them with no miracles to earn their faith.

Jeremiah: You think when man ceases to believe in miracles he rejects God?

Cancer Man: Of course.

Jeremiah: You rule over them in God’s name.

Cancer Man: They don’t believe in Him, but they still fear Him. They’re afraid not to because they’re afraid of freedom.

Jeremiah: And you give them happiness.

Cancer Man: We appease their conscience. Anyone who can appease a man’s conscience can take his freedom away from him.

Jeremiah: And if you can’t appease their conscience, you kill them. But you can’t kill them all. You can’t kill their love, which is what makes them who they are, makes them better than us, better than you.

Cancer Man: You talk! I’m not one of you.

Jeremiah: No. All you want is to be a part of it, is to be one of the commandants, when the process begins. But you are wrong.

Cancer Man: Oh? Am I?

Jeremiah: Yes. You are dying of lung cancer.

I cannot begin to express to you how much The X-Files had an impact on me in the 1990s.

Every Sunday evening, somewhere between 1995 and 1998, I’d pack a bong or roll a joint, turn on the Simpsons at 8 PM, skip whatever was going on at 8:30, and then at 9 PM, I would lose an hour of my life to this phenomenon called The X-Files.

In a lot of ways, The X-Files inspired a new genre of television which we see to this day in the way that episodes are almost like mini-movies. We’re in the golden age of shows right now, with binge watching being a relatively newer thing. The quality, production, and availability is at an all-time high, and The X-Files has a good bit to do with this.

It was a show with a parallel track. Many of the episodes revolved around strange phenomenon - monsters, paranormal activity, odd talents, cold cases, etc. That was one track, and each episode was often a stand-alone story.

Then, there was the mythology of a human-alien conspiracy, where a select group of well-connected and powerful men and women - The Consortium - had basically created a deal with aliens to have the earth, as long as the members of The Consortium and their families were spared and cared for.

The first time I realized that maybe things weren’t all peachy and on the level with everyone in our government and that we weren’t the best good guys ever was actually in a Van Halen song called “Right Now”. For some reason, to 14 year old Brian living in a post Soviet Union world, seeing this song and video started to turn on the lights that maybe, just maybe, there was truth out there that wasn’t being told.

It was right about this time that I got really into the JFK assassination and fell all the way down that rabbit hole. Hard.

It was also right around this time I found The X-Files. It was almost like I was being lead purposely into a world below the accepted normal, a deeper world where reality was much less certain and much more dangerous. And thank God for this. As hard as the red pill is sometimes, I wouldn’t trade it for anything. I want to be wide awake, looking my enemy squarely in the eyes.

Years later, as I reflect back on my one-time favorite show, I have glimpses that within the story, there was a sort of preparation taking place. Almost a prophetic warning. A global elite, making deals with vast, otherworldly forces for control over all of planet earth.

The scene above has always stood out to me. It’s one of those rare moments of absolute truth being clearly communicated. Like a blazing signpost or clear ringing of a bell, this conversation illuminates a truth that is far more revealing and accurate than the show creators even possibly understood.

I envision this conversation being played out over and over. A guy like Trudeau, for instance, will find out that he was just a pawn, despite his bootlicking of the powers that are over him, just like Cancer Man is finding out.

Jeramiah represents humanity. Miraculous, complex, loving, jammed into a cage and shackled. The real life Consortium we find ourselves up against is terrified of us, terrified of the power we have if we were truly unshackled.

So they cage us. Confine us. Tribalize us. Intimidate us. They tell us and treat us like we’re chattel (great word, by the way).

They replace belief in God, in the divine, with pseudo-science and tell us to bow down at the alter.

They have conditioned us to be afraid of freedom, and in exchange, we allow them to appease our consciences with bobbles and trinkets and buzzwords and meaninglessness.

And yes, if they can’t appease our conscience, the end move is death. Spiritual, physical, mental, financial, emotional death.

The past two years have been a merciless and cruel exhibit of what men and women like Cancer Man are and what they believe about us. They believe that their Consortium, and the dark, secret deals that have been made, are THEIR salvation and so have thrown their lot in with them.

But, they are terrified of us and our power, should we break free from the cages and shackles. Should we the people really start believing in the power that’s been given to us, that’s ordained in and through us by our Creator. They are filled with rot, dying of a cancer that kills both body and soul, and if there’s one thing we the people have seen over the past several years is that rot, that cancer, that’s eating away at them and threatening to swallow US up in the process.

The Cancer Mans of this world will come and go, rise and fall. The Consortium will wheel and deal with us as the chips. They believe in their cages. Call me crazy, but I believe in miracles.

We ARE the miracle we’re waiting for. Let’s believe that. Let’s help the other “chattel” understand that. And maybe, just maybe, we can find the collective strength and might to take back our rightful place in this world order.