My Diary: The Day After

I have to write this down. I don't think I could sleep even if I tried. My mind is still racing after the End Times conference yesterday. Listening to Billy Crone and Mondo Gonzales… it wasn't just a lecture. It felt like a veil was ripped away from my eyes. I can't unsee what I saw today.

I keep thinking about the technology they discussed. The "Stargate Project," digital dictatorships, Microsoft's work on Majorana particles... It sounds like science fiction, but the way they connected it to the battle for our minds, for our very souls, felt chillingly real. The idea that corporations could soon hack human beings—understand us better than we understand ourselves, manipulate our feelings, make our decisions for us... It's a totalitarianism worse than North Korea, enforced by a biometric bracelet.

And the talk about biotechnology... CRISPR, gene sequencing... the thought that evil men could use our own genes to create diseases to wipe us out. It's diabolical. It makes the WHO naming "Disease X" back in 2018 feel so sinister, like they were anticipating its arrival with a welcoming smile.

I look at the world, and I see people gladly giving up their liberties for a little more convenience. Suicide pods are being commercialized. A culture of death is being normalized. And I finally understand what Proverbs 27:20 means: "hell and destruction are never full, so the eyes of a man are never satisfied." We are a people who are never satisfied.

It feels exactly like the Days of Noah. I learned about the Nephilim and the watchers from the Book of Enoch today. I never knew that angels—guardian angels!—sinned without Satan's influence, defiling the very women they were meant to protect. It’s a terrifying lesson for me: watching alone isn't enough. Watching can lead to lusting. It has to be paired with prayer, with a constant yielding and surrendering of my heart to God, or I'll fall, too.

The state of the world... it's all laid out in 2 Timothy 3:1-5. It's a perfect description of today. "For men shall be lovers of their own selves, covetous, boasters, proud, blasphemers... lovers of pleasures more than lovers of God; Having a form of godliness, but denying the power thereof..."

And for the people carrying out these wicked plans, the ones causing so many to fall? Matthew 18:6 rings in my ears: "it would be better for him if a millstone were hung around his neck, and he were drowned in the depth of the sea."

But then my heart breaks when I read Genesis 6:6: "And it repented the LORD that he had made man on the earth, and it grieved him at his heart." To think of God's own heart grieving over His creation... It's hard to imagine extending grace in the face of that much evil. How could He save Noah?

And that's the truth that hit me the hardest today. I can't extend that kind of grace and mercy. Not unless I truly understand the preciousness and value of the blood Jesus shed on the cross for my own filthy sins. It was all out of His grace and mercy. He saw the wickedness, His heart grieved, and He provided a way out anyway.

The world is being prepared to receive another. John 5:43 says it plainly: "I am come in my Father's name, and ye receive me not: if another shall come in his own name, him ye will receive."

I feel an urgency in my spirit that I've never felt before. This isn't just information. It's a call to my soul. To pray, to be watchful, and to cling to the cross like never before. I can't let this fire die down. I have to remember this.