by baldilocks

Back in May, I said this.

When we think of lies, we tend to think of them as linear one-dimensional, straight-out falsehoods: 2+2=57, for example—a thing so outrageously false as to be laughable.

And this.

 The Devil is building his multi-dimensional kingdom of lies—in counterpoint to the Kingdom of God.

And in imitation of it.

Usually, the word ‘dialectic’ causes my eyes to glaze over, but that didn’t happen while I was reading this intro for a site I plan to explore further.

In 1847 the London Communist League (Karl Marx and Frederick Engels) used Hegel’s theory of the dialectic to back up their economic theory of communism. Now, in the 21st century, Hegelian-Marxist thinking affects our entire social and political structure. The Hegelian dialectic is the framework for guiding our thoughts and actions into conflicts that lead us to a predetermined solution. If we do not understand how the Hegelian dialectic shapes our perceptions of the world, then we do not know how we are helping to implement the visionWhen we remain locked into dialectical thinking, we cannot see out of the box.

Hegel

Hegel’s dialectic is the tool which manipulates us into a frenzied circular pattern of thought and action. Every time we fight for or defend against an ideology we are playing a necessary role in Marx and Engels’ grand design to advance humanity into a dictatorship of the proletariat. The synthetic Hegelian solution to all these conflicts can’t be introduced unless we all take a side that will advance the agenda. The Marxist’s global agenda is moving along at breakneck speed. The only way to completely stop the privacy invasions, expanding domestic police powers, land grabs, insane wars against inanimate objects (and transient verbs), covert actions, and outright assaults on individual liberty, is to step outside the dialectic. This releases us from the limitations of controlled and guided thought.

The emphasis belongs to the author and rightly so. I have called this “binary thinking” – the idea that only two opposing choices are available when solving a problem; or the idea that a person must always choose one of two and only two sides in any dispute; or the idea that no “thinking” person could conceive of more than two choices. And so on.

If I didn’t have such an aversion to most of the Great Philosophers, I might have identified dialectical thinking earlier. Blessedly, I have an innate aversion to dialectical thinking even if I didn’t know what to call it before now.

But I’ve sensed for a long time that we are being herded into a totalitarian space. Outrages of the day –especially those involving race or gender issues — are distraction from this herding and, ironically, prodding toward it.

The Hegelian Dialectic is part of the Devil’s kingdom of lies. And it is a very small part of it, but the pattern is a simple one. And, once you recognize the pattern, you’ll see it everywhere.

Juliette Akinyi Ochieng blogs at baldilocks. (Her older blog is located here.) Her first novel, Tale of the Tigers: Love is Not a Game, was published in 2012. Her second novel tentatively titled Arlen’s Harem, will be done one day soon! Follow her on Twitter and on Gab.ai.

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Yesterday one of my more inquisitive petty officers asked me why China backed off on its promise to cut all banking ties with North Korea. Specifically, he asked me why China would support a regime that murders and brutalizes its own people.

“Easy,” I told him. “They aren’t Chinese, so China doesn’t really care.”

Continue reading “Because they aren’t like us”

That is a picture of a Rose Petal that was taken by my son’s Iphone last night at a prayer service in Medford. Said Petal and one other were pressed against his chest by Brother Carmelo a mystic from the Philippians who is in Massachusetts who flew in tuesday and flies out tomorrow.

Here are two videos I shot of the various Petals, my wife, oldest son, and I have two each. 3 of them have the Eucharist on them, one the head of Jesus, one of the Blessed Mother and the children of Fatima and one of St. Francis at the foot of the cross.

This one was about 90 minutes later taken in Leominster at Happy Jack’s restaurant.

Here are two of the pictures I took (the full batch is at the bottom

that’s the same of as above here is my son’s other one.

There were a bunch of people in this room after the blessing Brother Camelo took the white pedals out of the bowl where they had been mixed with water (water that had come from sealed water bottles that were opened in our presence and drank from by people who attended) and pressed them against our chests. The images were viable to the light very shortly afterwards but the letters on the host didn’t become distinct until later. I still have glitter on my chest…

and my head.

My wife took these pictures just now for this post. There is also glitter on my wife’s chest but you’ll have to take my word for it as you aren’t getting any photos of that.

Watching the assorted people aged from late teens to 80’s was like watching a bunch of kids opening up packs of baseball cards to see who they had gotten. The images widely varied from person to person and the sheer amazement of the room was palatable, although given that it was full of faithful Catholics said amazement might be a tad strange.

I should point out that while our host bought a bunch of roses for the event my wife specifically purchased six roses at the Market Basket on John Fitch Highway in Fitchburg and brought them. They were sent to the front and I distinctly saw the petals from those roses taken by the priest (not Brother Carmelo) and plucked for the use in this service. We had gotten there a tad late and nobody had a shot to fiddle with or adjust said roses. Furthermore there was a room full of people (I’d estimate 30-40) people in a room not bigger than 20 x 10 with all eyes on what was going on.

Here are the thumbnails of the pictures we took. My son’s petals are now at his house in his bible and our four are at our house in mine. Brother Camelo said to leave them there for three months and then we can laminate them.

Oh and one other thing. A Bowl was passed full of water that had been clouded by the pedals for us to dip our rosaries in. All three of ours still smell strongly of roses.

Here are the pictures I took along with the four my son took off of his Iphone

As I said, all of this happened right in front of us and I’d say the implications of this is significant for what a person believes and how they choose to live. You are of course free to assume that I’m a liar or a fool and come up with a complicated explanation as to how this happened.


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