Bricks and Stones May Break My Soul :: by Desiree Effner

Once upon a time, God created Man in His own image. Shortly thereafter, Man said, “Well, enough of that.” So mankind developed all sorts of things that enabled him to feel more like he was god; master of his destiny and no longer dependent on anyone but himself. It worked for a long time.

But then he realized the answer to his greatest physical conundrums was not to build bigger, but to go smaller. Thus, he found a way to split the infinitesimal, foundational matter of all beings. The result, of course, led to massive amounts of people incinerated.

No matter. Man continually figured out ways to manipulate all that small stuff to alter humanity and everything else. All according to his desires, and apart from anything God Almighty had to say about it. The only dictate: If it can be done, it shall be done.

The secret was in the small stuff. But not the way the Bible taught. At no point do humans really matter. The enlightened ones closed the system to leave out God and to reject any talk of the immaterial aspect of humans. Thus, say they, “The soul does not exist. Nor the mind.” (Only a chemical/electrical brain.) We are merely pure unalloyed physicality.

Ah… the brain. That’s what they had to find a way to mimic. Evolution could no longer be determined by chance and external circumstances. The goal of everything would be established by those few powerful, enlightened ones. You know, the ones who appear as angels of light, but are actually demonic in origin.

Well, folks. They did it! Meet Watson (the question answering computer system capable of answering questions posed in natural language). Meet Big Agra and Big Pharma. Old-timer machinery? How quaint, how elementary. The post-postmodern adolescent manipulators of life can now make gizmos in the image of Man.

Gizmos can also remake themselves. And they are. And they will. And they will get even with us one day. (But that’s another story.)

What happens as you slide in terror down this slippery slope?

You routinely acquire more and more gizmos. The ones that alert you to every change in your body, for instance. Blood pressure just bump up? Blood sugar just spike? Baby just wake-up? Your heart’s electric system fumbling again? You name it, there’s a gizmo attached to the body or in the body, or in your hands or theirs. They will give you that much-desired heads up. Now, quickly, run to the expert. She’s got just the remedy.

It no longer matters what the God of all creation provided for our health and welfare. We’ve replaced Him with Health Welfare Administrations and experts. White-lab-coated “experts.”

Don’t ever think you cannot be replaced by a computerized machine—a gizmo. You can be and you will be. That device you think you cannot live without, like that idiot gizmo in your hands already has. It is government-mandated and therefore indispensable. You are not. All tech-gizmos will keep the enlightened ones fully-informed.

Long gone are the good old days when we lamented being just another Pink Floyd brick in the wall. How sweet that was. The original design by God, though, is this:

“Ye also, as lively stones, are built up a spiritual house, an holy priesthood, to offer up spiritual sacrifices, acceptable to God by Jesus Christ” (1 Peter 2:5).

That’s different. The Lord had something in mind when He created us. It wasn’t to make us mindless bricks in a wall. Even less, soulless machines. But lively stones, just like the Stone in Zion, rejected by the enlightened leaders of all times, but … a living stone, disallowed indeed of men, but chosen of God, and precious (1 Peter 2:4).

Here’s our real calling and who we really are:

“But ye are a chosen generation, a royal priesthood, an holy nation, a peculiar people; that ye should shew forth the praises of him who hath called you out of darkness into his marvellous light” (1 Peter 4:9).