“The idea of heaven is Christianity’s way of creating hell on earth.” Marilyn Manson
“Hell does not exist – what exists is the disappearance of sinful souls.” Pope Francis
Evil malingers around humankind, and has, since the moment the serpent beguiled Eve, but today it is manifest and walks among us.
We exist in a fallen world and live in a failing country. Sub rosa cultures, aggressively adopted by leftist relativists and their mainstream media cohorts are corrosive, dark religions previously relegated to inner urban American dystopia now infiltrating suburbia, the Christian Church and your home.
In 1989 and 1990 the rave culture immigrated from London and Tokyo to San Francisco and New York. A few years previous, Goth darkened the grunge world with the emergence of Trent Reznor and Marilyn Manson. Marilyn Manson, the preacher’s kid who contracted for fame through demonic brokerage and stated “I want to end Christianity through music.”
The gay community continues to pump death-sewage in the form of “pride” parades and the demonically ubiquitous Folsom Street Fair.
With the premiere of network television and cable programming like True Blood and Salem, Hollywood dropped the final facade of decency. In late 2012, the Luciferian Cabal in Los Angeles ripped off the last layer of Brady Bunch latex and showed the world the real reptilian content that rules the media Mecca and always has.
Preeminent Demon-TV Network, Showtime, offers Sex Devil, Penny Dreadful and Lucifer. Your kids and grandkids are not only absorbing such rawly debased deception; they are allowing the slow kill of five decades of controlled conditioning to normalize that which until recently was flatly refuted by a formerly decent society.
Praising A Fiery Destiny
Drudge Report featured a headline that states, “Burning Man Sells Out in 30 Minutes.” The massive satanic conclave that fronts as an EDM (electronic dance music) experience and art festival convenes at the Neo-Necropolis known for a few weeks each summer as “Black Rock City.” Today, the San Jose Mercury News reported that in under thirty minutes, Burning Man promoters sold 26,000 tickets at $425 apiece. That totals 11 million, fifty-thousand dollars, or $6,138.88 per second. Tickets sales nearly crashed Twitter.
Satan delights in the anti-stewardship of God’s fallen children spending their rent and grocery money on debauchery that marks yet another pagan whistle-stop on the Highway to Hell. Please note that the video to the infamous AC/DC Beelzebub ballad is linked so that should you choose you can witness the singular, undulating mass that 50,000 hellish harmonically hypnotized humans become as they scream their ultimate destination, failing the most critical task of life; to come under the saving blood of Jesus Christ.
Drudge Report struck again with a piece about a new art installation that just landed in our nations capitol, No Spectators: The Art of Burning Man. Burning Man is a particularly troublesome event that exemplifies the enormous chasm that is the manner in which Christians and nonbelievers interpret the exact same thing. To the vast majority of the lost, Burning Man is a creative juggernaut, a living art gallery and one heckuva party. However to those who have been lost in the rave culture and come through a Damascus moment, it is clearly an assembly of officers in Satan’s Legion who influence the lost to participate in a neopagan orgiastic dope fueled frenzy.
Black Rock City, Burning Man, Nevada:
The location of the annual Burning Man event, Black Rock City, is in Northern Nevada, a bumpy dusty ride from Reno. It is not a city in the chartered, municipal sense of the word. It is more like a quasi-Old Testament gathering of nomadic tribes from all over the world. A quick glimpse at the number of YouTube channels that are wholly dedicated to the event indicate that it has become akin to a pilgrimage for those who are lost in the depths of The Enemy’s darkness.
The Haj, Mecca, Saudi Arabia:
Black Rock City reminds my discerning mind of Mecca. The respective locations in Nevada and Saudi Arabia do not necessarily have anything to do with each other…except they were created by the same architect. The Devil.
Sojourners who hop a plane from Perth or Seoul in search of the ultimate party are stumbling down a life-path that leads to the exact same terrifying fate as awaits every Muslim, making the once-in-a-lifetime-mandated Haj. As demonstrated above, the aerial optics of the two points on Hades’ Atlas are disturbingly similar in the bizarre centrifugal shape that relates to ancient witchcraft symbolism.
Axis-Mundi or “the Keyhole”
Every year at Burning Man, there are two locations within the enormous event that every party goer regards as scared, although most have no idea why.
Upon entering the event, in order to complete the journey that is in essence an entirely spiritual undertaking, one must pass through the Axis-Mundi, or the keyhole as it is referred to colloquially. In her book, Theater In A Crowded Fire, author, Lee Gilmore writes the following:
“The placement of the Man at the BRC’s center readily evokes what historian of religion Mircea Eliade called the axis mundi-a symbolic manifestation of the sacred center of the cosmos and the location of hierophany-the eruption of the sacred into the profane world.”
Bible believing Christians should immediately realize that when examining this event, “the eruption of the sacred” is the exact antithesis of the Biblical definition of “sacred.” Words matter. Upon passage through the Axis-Mundi, every single one of God’s individual creations have willingly placed themselves into an epicenter of demonology as potent as the ominous black structure that millions of Muslims encircle annually.
The Temple of Care and the Immolating Effigy
Once inside the keyhole, the next stop is The Temple (noted by different names, annually, as the temple changes every year) is built by master craftspersons who spend as much as two weeks building the admittedly breathtaking wooden structures. The first temple was erected in 2000 by David Best and Jack Haye who created the Temple of the Mind.
The basic idea behind the various temples is that attendees are encouraged to bring their worldly cares: post mortem grief, failed relationships, gender confusion, addiction issues, (the list is as varied as the 70,000 rave-school alumni who pass through) into the temple and leave it there; ostensibly to free oneself from anything that is unresolved and could likely instigate a “bad trip.”
On the second to last night of every Burning Man, the temple is ignited after sunset and a wild party, straight out of ancient Babylon or Canaan ensues. A writhing, psychedelic beastial orgy pumps through the inky Nevada night until the temple is mere embers, casting a lake of fire complexion across the freakish faces and dilated pupils of all present.
As the name implies, the point behind Burning Man is to…burn the man. On the last night of the event, 70,000 drug addled sheep who cannot recognize the still small voice of the Good Shepherd, congregate around a 25-30 foot construct of that year’s plywood, pine and oak timbers that are cleverly banged together to resemble a man. The three story effigy ignites quickly and they are designed to undulate and writhe, to dance, as the flames roar through the seasoned lumber. The difference is that as the man burns, there is absolute silence.
It Gets Real, Too Real
The rumors, the urban legend, is in fact no legend at all; but rather an incredibly heart breaking fact. Aaron Joel Mitchell, 41 years old, suspected of dealing with the mother of bad acid trips, ran straight into the inferno. He ended his life in front of 50,000 horrified people from all over the world. A firefighter tried to rescue him and was gravely injured.
Mitchell broke through a human chain of park rangers and law enforcement and sprinted intensely fast into a 2000 degree conflagration. He ran into the fire. Fire. Permanent. Eternal. A hopeless death-istence where pain and fear know no limit and God is nowhere to be found.
The self inflicted murder victim was born and raised in Oklahoma but lived in Switzerland. No one knows what motivated this man who lived, cared for himself over the course of four decades: ate, slept, had family and friends but died alone at the UC Davis Burn Unit on September 4, 2017. Did the Principality that maintains dominion over this hell on earth event overcome Aaron’s spirit? Only The Lord knows.
Incredibly, people who witnessed the self immolation, the demonic destruction of a man who was created fiercely in the image of God, people close enough to hear his final screams, bought tickets for 2018 as soon as they went on sale.
Burning Man is so much more than an art festival or even a multi day drug binge. It is a celebration of the primary characteristic of Satan and the commodity that he deals in: murder and death.
And whereas Mr Mitchell would have given anything he ever possessed or ever dreamed of to retract his final sprint into eternity, we know from the story of Lazarus and The Rich Man that a great chasm exists between hell and Abraham’s bosom. We are taught in the Book of Luke that not even a drop of water or the most sincere warning to the living imaginable can pass through that supernatural chasm.
Please note: I believe in a great, sovereign, mighty God who, in His absolute sovereignty, has unbounded love, mercy and grace that is renewed afresh daily. I am in no way positioning myself as the judge of, or over, Aaron Mitchell’s soul. I am merely the writer, the conveyor of this information. He was air lifted to UC Davis and died upon arrival. Whereas his last act on the earth was murder, the murder of himself, we know that Jesus forgave the thief in his last second of life because the thief called out to Jesus and acknowledged Him as The Christ and Savior.
No one reading this knows for certain what occurred between Aaron Mitchell and Jesus Christ through the final breaths that his melted lungs tried to breathe. What we do know is that the Word of God is inerrant. We know that Jesus Christ came to save us. Every one of us. We know that we do not possess the right to take our lives because we did not give life to ourselves. This is critical baseline knowledge: God owns your life. It is He who is supposed to determine your final second on this earth.
Monsters Among Us
Throughout 2013, Marcus Samuel was a regular guest on The Hagmann Report. Brother Marcus (as he was known to millions) was truly a unique man, committed to a mission much greater than himself. The battle space that God placed Brother Marcus in was the Pine Ridge Reservation, in South Dakota. It was in South Dakota, on Pine Ridge Reservation that Brother Marcus and his (adopted) son, Curtis Horse ministered in the land of sweat lodges and “Sun Dances.” Often their evangelistic efforts crashed head first into the age-old demons who have contractual dominion over the Rez.
Pine Ridge is home to the Lakota-Sioux Nation and all of the esoteric spiritual practices that date back countless generations therein. It was from the regular Hagmann Report appearances that featured Brother Marcus and Curtis Horse that many first heard of demonic manifestations making themselves visible in the terrestrial 3-D world. Throughout 2013, callers checked in regularly with personal stories of seeing things in dark corners, through bedroom windows and even walking city streets.
In Los Angeles, New York City, San Francisco and most of the other urban epicenters you need not look far to see that once normal looking human beings are willingly altering themselves to a frightening point; appearing like monsters and undoubtedly sending little children scampering away in tears.
In the early 1990’s, American Culture took a hit that appeared to be a fly by night trend but in fact, the trend manifested and it is now more popular than ever. It started with tattoos. Through the early 1990’s tattoos were primarily the purview of military guys, bikers, gangsters and ex cons. But the rave scene, along with the rise of snowboarding and the multi platinum careers of bands like: Stone Temple Pilots, Sound Garden and Nirvana drove thousands of untouched Americans to the tattoo parlor. And they took their girlfriends. Who got inked too.
Body piercing soon supplanted merely getting inked as the popular signal to demonstrate that an individual is not part of society as a whole.
In life, everyone suffers a period of rebelliousness. Young men and women may handle the need to determine their identities differently but there are commonalities: voting uber liberal, antagonizing parents into no win arguments at Thanksgiving, dressing against the current mainstream trend, dating someone who is clearly outside of the families’ “norm.”
Having lived in San Francisco in 1995-1997, I offer an observation as to how the aforementioned state of rebellion devolves further into a desire to slowly employ plastic surgery and reconstructive dentistry to alter oneself into something so frightening, at first blush we appear to share being bipedal and not much more.
99.9% of urban culture serves Satan. Regardless of whether you prefer copious amounts of weed alongside old Bob Marley and Peter Tosh tunes, or you have capitulated into the dark recesses of the most outwardly worshipping bands, prostrate before Satan; if you are in a path that drives you away from God, you are following your daddy. Satan.
Loneliness drives an enormous amount of the motivation that goads individuals into the costly altering of their faces and bodies that God gave them. Satan stands as a consistent, constant accuser of the brethren. He also roams the planet, as a lion, seeking whom he may destroy. At some point in the lives of those who massively alter their appearance to mimic the pagan masks that are carved, worldwide, to represent the little “g” gods, at some point they subconsciously determined to make themselves appear like the power or principality that has a contract over their souls and thus over the daily activities.
Am I saying that all of these individuals are demon possessed? No. Am I suggesting that all of the “body-mod” pursuers are demon oppressed? Yes. I suggest that they are oppressed because they succumbed to one (or more) of the ancient, powerful weapons that The Enemy uses against God’s children: low self esteem, neurosis, low self worth, self loathing and plain old loneliness.
But who does this to a fellow human being? Is this legal? And off so, who is profiting by altering an individual “made fiercely in the image of God?”
Plastic surgeons all over the country are performing the top eight hottest body modifications: tight lacing, pointed ears, subdermal implant, earlobe gouging, tongue splitting, corset piercing, scarification and Corneal (eyeball) tattoos.
Many, if not most of you are thoroughly horrified and for that I apologize. However, many readers of this article have a child or grandchild who came home at Easter and announced that they got tickets to Burning Man. How many parents recoiled at their daughter when she demonstrated her first tattoo and said, “C’mon mom. It’s not like it’s even in the Bible or anything.” Some of you may have prayed extra hard for your son when he began spacing his earlobes.
There are Social Justice Monsters among us, everywhere. They are the result of thirty years of parenting by popularity. They are the result of the multi generational lies taught as truth in what used to be known as public school. With your own eyes you have read the most horrific end result of what happens to a lost soul who makes his way to Black Rock City. You have seen that a cottage industry has arisen and is making very good money to alter the faces of the little boys and little girls; the same faces that years earlier were the most precious thing that their parent had ever looked upon.
The End of the Age is near. So near. Pray the blood of Jesus Christ over your family and be ever vigilant when you witness those you know and love begin to show signs of withdrawal into dark places. Most assuredly, those dark places are inhabited by others and those dark places are managed by the boastful, prideful light that God Almighty cast from heaven and who now demonstrates his hatred of God by vandalizing The Lord’s greatest love, His children.