My Internet service went down last night, and when it does, it’s fascinating the panicky thoughts my head goes through during these outages.
One of the more farfetched explanations for what’s happening to me suggests that there is a battle raging around me in some unseen spiritual dimension, invisible bombs and bullets flying everywhere. I am a target, and a demonic bomb took out my Internet.
This is all happening because someone or something sees me as a threat. Or so I’m given to believe.
Perhaps I need to go backward somewhat. My religion teaches me that I have an enemy, a wily one, if not one so powerful as He who is on my side. The number one power of this enemy is the introduction of false ideas to our minds, ideas we mistakenly think we thought of ourselves.
Think about it. It took no less than a talking reptile to get Adam & Eve to bite the forbidden fruit. This is probably because they had not yet fallen. Later, when Abel’s sacrifice of blood from a lamb was accepted and Cain’s sacrifice of vegetables was rejected, nobody or nothing had to audibily talk to Cain about how he P.O.-ed he should be about it, or to whom he should target his hatred. Nobody or nothing had to audibly suggest killing Abel. Cain seemed to have come up with that idea on his own.
That’s what man’s fallen nature will do for us. It’ll provide a permanent backdoor access in the operating system so the most horrid ideas can download themselves into our heads.
Right now, I’m dealing with some scarewares in my brain of the really wildest type. I’ve written before about scarewares, and how much they are like our thinking processes. They want to convince me that I’m in more trouble than I’m actually in, hence, the idea that I am a threat to a powerful enemy, and that so-called powerful enemy has the Internet in his icy, iron grip.
Hard to say about the icy, iron grip part. After all, the number one arrow in this guy’s quiver is the baldfaced lie.