ROUNDER IN THE IRON MASK: GLOBAL THEOCRACY - GLOBAL GOVERNANCE
It is no secret that the globalists who have brought us 21st century totalitarianism also plan to cinch it all up with a new Anti Christ and with a New Global Theocracy.
Almost all of us can recognize how much the demonic has entered our lives today - so much so that we can almost smell the burning sulphur of the devil’s blazing phosphorous fumes.
This can be terrifying and it is meant to be terrifying in the sense we are meant to learn that fear is our most powerful enemy.
Terrifying - symbolically - in the sense of a great fire breathing dragon we are meant to slay.
But I believe feeling this terror is a necessary part of the spiritual warfare we are engaged in and perhaps the wonderful evidence that we are part of a great spiritual awakening.
We cannot truly know spiritual grace unless we completely understand the meaning of the opposite of that grace.
And we are being treated currently to the sulfurous scent of burning Hell fires right here on Earth - perhaps to be reminded once and for all just precisely where our ignorance may lead.
God - or the Great Spirit or Universal Mind - is one which is deserving of our allegiance - a compassionate and far seeing spirit - which - if we are tuned in - offers guiding hands to our every thought, deed and word - because God does not play dice with either us or with the universe.
God does not play dice - but we as humans do play dice - play dice with our lives - and if we don’t learn to avoid it - gamble our entire existence away.
I can clearly see that through our civilized reality - the enslavement of our lives and souls - we are all too talented at following the ways of the devil - all too susceptible to the doubt, pain, fear, confusion and anger he so liberally throws down in our paths.
But as we can directly observe the universe is composed of positive and negative - of darkness and light - of male and female - and of the sacred and the profane.
And in our all too human poetic imagination - one Mephistopheles and one God.
One Roman State and one Jesus.
Point and counterpoint - wrong and right - war and peace - hatred and anger and ignorance - versus love and compassion and understanding.
Like the universe of which we are a part - we are constantly changing - constantly evolving and becoming - a perpetually living and vibrational entity seeking harmony and balance.
And those stumbling blocks we imagine the devil places carefully in our lives - are the very master keys we need to unlock the mystery and our own salvations.
“The rounder in the iron mask he slipped me the master key.”1
Anyone who knows the teachings of Jesus well will understand that this man - the Son of God - who once lived among us - this being at once heavenly and human - was himself tempted by the devils speed bumps of doubt, fear and pain.
And it is in precisely the teaching exemplified in the life, death and resurrection of that Christ - our son of god who embodies the Christ Consciousness - where we are handed the master keys by the old rounder in the iron mask.
The master keys show us we must consciously and unconsciously experience the devil in order to understand the Christ consciousness.
We must allow the refiners fire of transformation - a creative fire existing at the very heart of things - to act as a catalyst to refine, cleanse and transform us into what we are intended to become.
And it is that rounder in the iron mask who hands us these master keys.
We cannot experience the refiners fire of this transformative savior without knowing the opposite.
All great spiritual teachers demonstrate that our spiritual transformation requires an understanding of both God and his dark Angel - Satan.
It is precisely as we face the satanic in ourselves - smell the sulfurous scent of the phosphorescent flames - and come face to face with overcoming our own fear, anger, doubt and pain - that we may transform into a being of Christ consciousness.
It is useful to remember that Satan was once God’s favorite angel - and fell the long hard way from grace to teach us all that spirit is both - positive and negative - playing dice and not dice - and as doubt, pain, anger and hatred to be overcome with faith, ecstasy, love and compassion.
And we have arrived at the pinnacle of this truth here on earth - where very visible satanic forces play us and attempt to entice us into caving to this fallen Angel.
The satanic overlords prepare a feast for us of global theocracy and global governance to be ruled over by an anti-christ.
So it becomes clear that we are being handed the master keys by that old rounder in the iron mask.
We can choose to take the master keys and to overcome our very own Satan as we face our own fear, anger, doubt and pain to transform into beings of light.
And as we face the full satanic rites we can transform the satanic into the angelic - becoming spirit - becoming that which we always knew we could be.
Stand strong and stoic in our faith as we watch - protected - as Satan and Satanic forces - fall into their ignominious Hell.
Reach for the rising star - star seeds - the Earth Angels have this one.
For those who are able to comprehend the words of the following poet we understand we are being handed the master keys.
The following song helps underscore the persistent spark of human liberty which burns in us all.
UP TO ME
Everything went from bad to worse, money never changed a thing
Death kept followin’, trackin’ us down, at least I heard your bluebird sing
Now somebody’s got to show their hand, time is an enemy
I know you’re long gone, I guess it must be up to me
If I’d thought about it I never would’ve done it, I guess I would’ve let it slide
If I’d lived my life by what others were thinkin’, the heart inside me would’ve died
I was just too stubborn to ever be governed by enforced insanity
Someone had to reach for the risin’ star, I guess it was up to me
Oh, the Union Central is pullin’ out and the orchids are in bloom
I’ve only got me one good shirt left and it smells of stale perfume
In fourteen months I’ve only smiled once and I didn’t do it consciously
Somebody’s got to find your trail, I guess it must be up to me
It was like a revelation when you betrayed me with your touch
I’d just about convinced myself that nothin’ had changed that much
The old Rounder in the iron mask slipped me the master key
Somebody had to unlock your heart, he said it was up to me
Well, I watched you slowly disappear down into the officers’ club
I would’ve followed you in the door but I didn’t have a ticket stub
So I waited all night ’til the break of day, hopin’ one of us could get free
When the dawn came over the river bridge, I knew it was up to me
Oh, the only decent thing I did when I worked as a postal clerk
Was to haul your picture down off the wall near the cage where I used to work
Was I a fool or not to try to protect your identity?
You looked a little burned out, my friend, I thought it might be up to me
Well, I met somebody face to face and I had to remove my hat
She’s everything I need and love but I can’t be swayed by that
It frightens me, the awful truth of how sweet life can be
But she ain’t a-gonna make me move, I guess it must be up to me
We heard the Sermon on the Mount and I knew it was too complex
It didn’t amount to anything more than what the broken glass reflects
When you bite off more than you can chew you pay the penalty
Somebody’s got to tell the tale, I guess it must be up to me
Well, Dupree came in pimpin’ tonight to the Thunderbird Café
Crystal wanted to talk to him, I had to look the other way
Well, I just can’t rest without you, love, I need your company
But you ain’t a-gonna cross the line, I guess it must be up to me
There’s a note left in the bottle, you can give it to Estelle
She’s the one you been wond’rin’ about, but there’s really nothin’ much to tell
We both heard voices for a while, now the rest is history
Somebody’s got to cry some tears, I guess it must be up to me
So go on, boys, and play your hands, life is a pantomime
The ringleaders from the county seat say you don’t have all that much time
And the girl with me behind the shades, she ain’t my property
One of us has got to hit the road, I guess it must be up to me
And if we never meet again, baby, remember me
How my lone guitar played sweet for you that old-time melody
And the harmonica around my neck, I blew it for you, free
No one else could play that tune, you know it was up to me