nearer, my God, to thee

I don't know how much longer this blog will be here. Bots from all over the world have been scouring my blog 24/7 for the last week. I know I am a nobody blogger, but if the TikTok bill passes, that will eventually trickle down all over the internet. I don't even know the words and phrases you can and cannot say online anymore, but I'm sure I use many of them. I don't even know what cryptic words you use to get around the offending buzzwords.

The articles that I have seen basically say any website or online media that is considered dangerous will be removed. The big things listed were antivaxxers, preppers, terrorists, anyone against the government, and MAGA enthusiasts. And while I am the most physically passive person you will ever meet, and I would be the least likely person to ever start a rebellion....it's the words, man. They have to control the words. 5 monthly readers, or 5 million, the bots are trained to find the words and take them down. They might only start with the big stuff, but it won't take long for it all to be removed.

As long as some portion of my brain still works, I plan on hanging around until the very end, like the violinists on Titanic.

But when will the quick snip of any last remaining freedom of internet speech be? I have no clue. All I know is that the amount of real knowledge people are learning and sharing lately is absolutely mind-blowing. And they will stop the spread of the truth at all costs. 

Easter is in a couple of weekends and it is not even the same month as Passover this year. So....keep Christ out of all your heathen traditions in celebration of fertility goddesses. Scripture says repeatedly that God hates these things. Get out of spiritual Babylon before it's too late. 

"And therefore, Esdras, for the empty are the empty things, and for the full are the full things." 2 Esdras 7:25

2 Esdras 5:51-55

"He answered me, and said, Ask a woman that beareth children, and she shall tell thee. Say unto her, Wherefore are unto they whom thou hast now brought forth like those that were before, but less of stature? And she shall answer thee, They that be born in the strength of youth are of one fashion, and they that are born in the time of age, when the womb faileth, are otherwise. Consider thou therefore also, how that ye are less of stature than those that were before you. And so are they that come after you less than ye, as the creatures which now begin to be old, and have passed over the strength of youth."

I thought that passage was pretty cool considering what I have recently learned about giants, and it would make a lot of sense with all of the gigantic ancient doors all over the world. They might be giants. We might be lawn gnomes.

One more thing before I go,

ELON MUSK IS NOT YOUR HERO.

Barf. My track record for discerning sleezeballs is pretty good so far.

Though like a wanderer,

The sun gone down,

Darkness be over me, my rest a stone. 

Yet in my dreams I'll be, 

nearer my God, to thee.

Nearer my God to thee. 

Nearer to thee!