The Unforgivable Sin
"He who blasphemes against the Holy Spirit never has forgiveness, but is subject to eternal condemnation."
“Woe to you that call evil good, and good evil: that put darkness for light, and light for darkness: that put bitter for sweet, and sweet for bitter” (Isaiah 5:20)
The evils that have been caused by the plandemic satanists are unprecedented and catastrophic. Reiner Fuellmich and Vladimir Zelenko, just to name two of the most prominent, have made a powerful case that the plandemic is the greatest crime against humanity ever committed, and there can be no doubt of this. In terms of human carnage and societal, cultural, political, and economic destruction, nothing in history comes close to the scale of this genocide, and I fear after two years of it, we are still only at the beginning. We must add to this the psychological devastation of billions of brainwashed, abused, degraded, and dehumanized persons, most of which will never recover absent a miracle of grace. And the mass trauma and terror that has been inflicted upon the world’s children is simply unspeakable—to say that we will have a mental health crisis in a decade or less is beyond understatement. It is already the case that our world has become a gigantic insane asylum, and what it will be like when these traumatized children grow up is unimaginable.
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But physical, societal, and psychological evils are not the worst ones, for they do not necessarily have eternal consequences, and they can be, by the power of God’s grace, occasions for spiritual growth, intimacy with the Crucified Lord, and redemption. They are not sins, though they can be caused by and lead to them. Not so with the spiritual evil at the heart of the plandemic, an evil that Our Lord Himself deemed to be unforgivable and unredeemable precisely because it is unrepentant and unrepentable sin.
Many are calling these unspeakable evils and crimes good, and the resistance to them and the goods that they are attacking evil. It’s good that more people died from the lockdowns than of Covid-19. It’s good that we wear medically useless masks that harm health and dehumanize us. It’s good that we must give up our long-held sacred personal rights at the behest of an elite of billionaire psychopaths who are intent on our enslavement, a la The Hunger Games and The Matrix. It’s good to inject yourself and your children with a poison spike protein that is aimed to sterilize, maim, and kill you, either short or long term. It’s good to censor and deplatform credentialed experts and only allow a narrative created by professional propagandists at the behest of Big Pharma and globalist oligarchs and eugenicists. It’s good to demonize and ban effective anti-viral treatments that could have saved the lives of millions. It’s evil to obey the truth and one’s conscience instead of harmful and malicious elite dictates. It’s evil to think that there are any values higher than bare life and health. It’s evil to distrust officialdom even though it has shown its criminal nature. It’s evil to value the soul more than the body. It’s evil to love one’s country and its traditions.
What this all amounts to is, as Hannah Arendt put it, a “contempt for reality and factuality.” But this is ultimately hatred of God, who is ultimate reality and Truth. To call good evil and evil good is to hate reality and thus to hate God. This hatred is the essence of totalitarianism, and insofar as you consent to its lies and the hatred of Logos that they express, you are guilty of it: Arendt:
While the totalitarian regimes are thus resolutely and cynically emptying the world of the only thing that makes sense to the utilitarian expectations of common sense, they impose upon it at the same time a kind of supersense which the ideologies actually always meant when they pretended to have found the key to history or the solution to the riddles of the universe. Over and above the senselessness of totalitarian society is enthroned the ridiculous supersense of its ideological superstition. Ideologies are harmless, uncritical, and arbitrary opinions only as long as they are not believed in seriously. Once their claim to total validity is taken literally they become the nuclei of logical systems in which, as in the systems of paranoiacs, everything follows comprehensibly and even compulsorily once the first premise is accepted. The insanity of such systems lies not only in their first premise but in the very logicality with which they are constructed. The curious logicality of all isms, their simple-minded trust in the salvation value of stubborn devotion without regard for specific, varying factors, already harbors the first germs of totalitarian contempt for reality and factuality.
In the Gospel, Jesus casts out a demon from a man who was brought to him. When the Pharisees saw this, they accused Jesus of doing the act of exorcism by the power of the devil. In other words, they judged Jesus’s act to be an evil one, even though they knew it to be a good one. It was a knowing hatred of truth and goodness, pure malice. This is the ultimate blasphemy, the sin against the Holy Spirit, and it is the one sin that cannot be forgiven because as long as one is knowingly and willingly intent on calling good evil and evil good, repentance, and thus salvation, is impossible. Damnation, not suffering, sickness, or death, is the greatest evil, for it is the eternal loss of God, the eternal union with Whom is the purpose of everyone’s life.
There are parallels to the unforgivable sin of calling good evil and evil good, which is to say, the malicious hatred and rejection of the Real, which is the Good, in the IXXI event. It was the anti-John-the-Baptist to the Antichrist that is now present in the world. If you believed the official story, you received a great reward in terms of the goods of this world and fallen human nature: social solidarity, self-righteousness, and a clear and simple object upon which to assuage existential anxiety, unholy anger, and neighbor hatred. If you disbelieved the “box-cutter-wielding terrorists” narrative, you were cast into the outer darkness—“Either you’re with us or with the terrorists.” Allow me to quote at length from the scholar of Rene Girard, James Alison:
As we were sucked in, so we were fascinated. The "tremendum et fascinosum," as Otto described the old sacred, took hold of us. Furthermore, we did not come to the spectacle with fresh eyes, as to something entirely new. We came with a script given us by a thousand movies and conspiracy novels of the Robert Ludlum / Tom Clancy genre. . . And immediately the old sacred worked its magic: we found ourselves being sucked in to a sacred center, one where a meaningless act had created a vacuum of meaning, and we found ourselves giving meaning to it. All over London I found that friends had stopped work, offices were closing down, everyone was glued to the screen. In short, there had appeared, suddenly, a holy day. Not what we mean by a holiday, a day of rest, but an older form of holiday, a being sucked out of our ordinary lives in order to participate in a sacred and sacrificial centre so kindly set up for us by the meaningless suicides.
And immediately the sacrificial center began to generate the sort of reactions that sacrificial centers are supposed to generate: a feeling of unanimity and grief. Let me make a parenthesis here. I am not referring to the immediate reactions of those actually involved -- rescue services, relatives, friends, whose form of being drawn in was as a response to an emergency and a family tragedy. I am referring to the rest of us. There took hold of an enormous number of us a feeling of being pulled in, being somehow involved, as though it was part of our lives. Phrases began to appear to the effect that "We're all Americans now" -- a purely fictitious feeling for most of us. It was staggering to watch the togetherness build up around the sacred center, quickly consecrated as Ground Zero, a togetherness that would harden over the coming hours into flag waving, a huge upsurge in religious services and observance, religious leaders suddenly taken seriously, candles, shrines, prayers, all the accoutrements of the religion of death. The de facto President fumbling at first, a moment of genuinely humble, banal, humanity, then getting his High Priestly act together by preaching revenge at an Episcopal Eucharist. The Queen "getting right" what she "got wrong" last time there was a similar outbreak of sacred contagion around an iconic cadaver, by having the American National Anthem played at Buckingham Palace.
And there was the grief. How we enjoy grief. It makes us feel good, and innocent. This is what Aristotle meant by catharsis, and it has deeply sinister echoes of dramatic tragedy's roots in sacrifice. One of the effects of the violent sacred around the sacrificial center is to make those present feel justified, feel morally good. A counterfactual goodness which suddenly takes us out of our little betrayals, acts of cowardice, uneasy consciences. And very quickly of course the unanimity and the grief harden into the militant goodness of those who have a transcendent object to their lives. And then there are those who are with us and those who are against us, the beginnings of the suppression of dissent. Quickly people were saying things like "to think that we used to spend our lives engaged in gossip about celebrities' and politicians' sexual peccadillos. Now we have been summoned into thinking about the things that really matter." And beneath the militant goodness, suddenly permission to sack people, to leak out bad news and so on, things which could take advantage of the unanimity to avoid reasoned negotiation.
And there was fear. Fear of more to come. Fear that it could be me next time. Fear of flying, fear of anthrax, fear of certain public buildings and spaces. Fear that the world had changed, that nothing would ever be the same again. Fear and disorientation in a new world order. Not an entirely uncomfortable fear, the fear that goes with a satanic show. Part of the glue which binds us into it. A fear not unrelated to excitement.
What I want to suggest is that most of us fell for it, at some level. We were tempted to be secretly glad of a chance for a huge outbreak of meaning to transform our humdrum lives, to feel we belonged to something bigger, more important, with hints of nobility and solidarity. What I want to suggest is that this, this delight in being given meaning, is satanic. When we are baptized, we, or our Godparents on our behalf, renounce Satan and all his vain pomps and empty works. And here we were, sorely tempted at least to find ourselves being sucked up into believing in just such an empty work and pomp. A huge and splendid show giving the impression of something creative of meaning, but in fact, a snare and an illusion, meaning nothing at all, but leaving us prey to revenge and violence, our judgments clouded by satanic righteousness.
But IXXI, though a heretofore unmatched act of unreality-creation, performance of ritual scapegoating and human sacrifice, and institutionalization of a counterfeit religion, was only the dress rehearsal for the plandemic main event. In IXXI, we were required to believe in its counterfactual reality to obtain assurance of being one of the good guys, and the moral license to hate our neighbor (if he wasn’t “one of us”) and worship the state, but it was a quite small, narrowly constructed reality imposed on us, a merely geopolitical one of evil—middle eastern terrorists and religious fundamentalists—and good—American power and secularism. It was a cult, but a parochial one. We were still permitted to accept the larger reality of God, man, and the world, as long as we dutifully believed in and recited this brief chapter of the globalist’s catechism and offered some incense to its sundry idols. It was more tyranny than totalitarianism, and if it was totalitarianism, it wasn’t quite total. IXXI established a counterfeit religion of scapegoating and state-worship, but it was not global and catholic, and it was one that could exist alongside others, even the one revealed by God Himself, as witnessed by the many “conservative” Catholics who certainly “wanted to kill them over there so they wouldn’t kill us over here,” but didn’t quite want to lose their souls, though they were okay with a good amount of soul-poisoning. And most reverted back to the normal Americanism of having God and eating their mammon-cake too, with God taking a slightly more elevated place, when, after about a decade, the IXXI ritual lost its efficacy.
If IXXI was the old covenant of Yahweh, provisional and parochial and destined to be fulfilled by the new eternal and universal covenant of Jesus Christ, the plandemic cult is the eternal covenant with satan, the one, true, and universal religion of the antichrist, the final apocalyse of evil rendering all prior revelations defunct. Just as the Catholic religion, the plandemic religion is totalitarian in every sense, geographical, physical, societal, cultural, psychological, and spiritual. The “totalitarianism” of Christ is the enslavement to the freedom of the Children of God, the absolute love of and obedience to Reality leading to theosis in this world and eternal happiness in the next. That of the plandemic is the coerced (but not entirely involunatry) worship of unreality, literally Hell on earth, preparing for and culminating in the loss of reality for all eternity, which means a soul trapped in its own self-referential consciousness unable to love either itself or another forever. And its greatest commandment: “Thou shall call good evil and evil good.”
But the side benefits of obeying this commandment far outweigh the ones of the previous dispensation. You get to give your entire being over to others and allow them to determine reality for you, to tell you exactly what you are supposed to think, love, and do, and do not do. You no longer have to take responsibility for your life, for discovering reality, rejecting its counterfeits, and acting in accordance with the truth of what you find; you are released from the sacred duty of discovering your unique purpose in life and directing every thought and action toward fulfilling it. In short, you do not have to be a creature, and thus you don’t need to fear or love God. And the reward for giving away your soul is just irresistible: You get to be a god, saying with authority “My Will be Done” by your continual, moment-by-moment rejection of and blasphemy against the reality that God the Holy Spirit relentlessly communicates to you in the depths of your soul, and your pious, knowing acceptance of the counterfeit reality that the propaganda priests of the plandemic communicate to your now mass-formed counterfeit self.
To wit: I am told to bring my 5-year old child to the vaccination site to get her booster shot. Deep down I know I shouldn’t be doing this, because in spite of the propaganda and pressure and virtue-signaling, I know that I am not being responsible for and with the precious gift given to me by God. But my false, mass-formed self assures me that I “know” that the shot is safe and effective, that this is the most moral and responsible and God-pleasing act I could do. My true self, not yet fully eclipsed, knows with certainty that I don’t know these things to be true, and that the main reason I am doing what I am doing is fear of men, not God, and that at my core I really don’t want to be responsible for my own unique interpretation and judgment of reality, that is, I don’t want to be responsible for my soul to God. I chose and am now continuing to choose to give that responsibility away to others because I no longer want to live as a responsible creature. I am choosing to continue to obey my false self, the one created by mass formation, which I know in my heart is evil. The result of my choice is that my child dies the next day. I could wake up, mourn for weeks, suffer a nervous breakdown, and eventually repent. But I don’t. I reject the reality of what I did and blame the death on the unvaccinated. I go further into hell—I celebrate the death of my own child on twitter as a god-pleasing sacrifice to the common good. Damnation is all but assured at this point absent a miracle of repentance powerful enough to undo the Sin Against the Holy Spirit.
The plandemic is the greatest evil that has ever been committed, save the crucifixion of Jesus Christ. It is aimed at causing every human being to maliciously hate the truth and the good, that is, to commit the sin of blasphemy against the Holy Spirit, to cause damnation, en masse. Absent a miracle of Divine Intervention, perhaps prompted by prayer, fasting, and a sufficient number of people heroically resisting it, it will accomplish its aim. If what I am saying is correct, then those who still know that they can and must seek to know reality for themselves, a duty which Socrates first taught the West, those who still love reality more than power and self and still accept the God-commanded responsibility to know and love it, that is, those who worship Truth above all else, must pray every day and harder than ever before to God for the strength to persevere in our commitment to Reality and Responsibility, and to be given the divine love to try to help as many as possible to wake up (if they are basically innocent victims of the mass brainwashing, and there seems to be many of these), or to repent (if they are not so innocent). For this is truly a pandemic of sin, the heart of which is the hatred of Reality, and the virus is the sin against the Holy Spirit, untreatable and incurable because unforgivable.
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