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“I think everyone’s had their pound of flesh and now it’s time to move on.” Tony Blair

I have not had much to do with Antifa or BLM directly and do not really know what they are about, I think they themselves don’t know what they are about. All I know is they are always complaining about something. Having covered the recent Antifa counter protest against the “extreme right”, I was afforded a glimpse into their operation.

Approaching the rally, a girl was on the microphone shrieking in high pitch, “Black lives matter! Black lives matter! Black lives matter!” It was with such fervent urgency, the image of my 4 year old kicking and screaming on the floor came to mind, “I want ice cream! I want ice cream!” Anyone whose attended their rallies will know what I’m talking about. After the screeching came to a halt, there was silence, followed by speeches, formalities, and direction as to where they would march and scream at people.

Unlike the freedom rallies, it seemed almost pointless. They were fighting a fight which was fought and won decades ago. Racial equality? Yep to the best as can be expected we have achieved that. Gender equality? Yep women almost run the world now too. Are blacks still segregated? No. Do they have access to opportunities today? Yes. They are living in one of the most black liberated societies in the world, yet many are still not happy.

Not only do they still feel oppressed, but they can’t seem to let go of past injustices. They hold on to every indiscretion, every mistake, every personal or political controversy by anyone who dared challenge their ideology. Adding to the above, they stay on the look out for mistakes, laying in wait to trap or remind those convicted or the public. They are relentless.

They walk around with signs, one which stated, “Avi is a wife basher”. It’s alleged Avi Yemini threw a chopping board at his wife. Obviously a domestic issue which was dealt with by a court, yet here we have the social justice shylocks still peddling the story. Maybe Avi did throw something at his wife. As in many cases, in many marriages, things get heated and things get thrown. To call him a “wife basher” over one incident is a little hyperbolic and bordering just a little on slander. It is also alleged Antifa have been attacking freedom protesters during the Occupy Spring St rallies. One antifa member also made a cowardly attempt at egging Craig Kelly.

Andy Nolche and I were there to film the rally, so were sat peacefully at a safe distance behind the police line, when a group were alerted of our presence and made their self-righteous way across to us. One of them proceeded (to my disgust) force-feeding Andy musk sticks. Tell me that’s not perverted on some level, and bordering close to assault. They obviously recognized him as the young man who mistakenly made a political statement years ago, was convicted and sentenced. He paid his dues, and learned a few life lessons, but they don’t just want jail time, they want his blood. They even assumed I didn’t know who he was, like I’m a naive, immigrant woman who can’t tell right from wrong. I think his sentencing was a little extreme, but that’s another story.

There is no forgiveness with social justice Shylocks, they think they are good and righteous. They cry out in the streets that black lives matter, but I wonder exactly how much they have done for actual black lives. They scream for public health, yet the majority of them are obese and many are likely drug addicted. I mean one of them was carrying a large bag of musk sticks. They think their ideology is correct, that they can do no wrong, but they are deluded individuals who cannot look at their own sinful natures, flaws and past mistakes. According to them, they are above reproach. They advocate for open borders, open toilets, free drugs, free sex, and free loading. They are anti-Christian, anti-freedom, pro big govts, and pro total govt control. There are no boundaries to their degenerate beliefs.

BLM and Antifa are like rabid dogs with a bone, they can’t or won’t let go. They will hang you mercilessly for every mistake you make or every “wrong” you think. They are too busy pointing their chubby fingers in your faces, they can’t even see the four fingers directed back at them as they shriek for a murderer like Barabas’ freedom while the innocents are crucified.

Like the Scribes and Pharisees Jesus came to challenge, they have it all wrong, that practicing what one preaches is the honourable thing. To practice otherwise is hypocritical. The inability to hear truth, a blind self-righteousness and desire to control the narrative for personal gain and political power, crucified Christ. Just like it continues to crucify truth in the public square today.

The powers that be have their useful idiots in the left. I would like to think hope lives on, that redemption is still available for them, but one need only look and see their frothing mouths and their blood thirsty lust for what they consider, justice, and I wonder if Jesus could reach into their hearts and radically transform them. There’s always hope, I’m sure.

“Then all the tax collectors and the sinners drew near to Him to hear Him. And the Pharisees and scribes complained, saying, “This Man receives sinners and eats with them.” So He spoke this parable to them, saying: “What man of you, having a hundred sheep, if he loses one of them, does not leave the ninety-nine in the wilderness, and go after the one which is lost until he finds it? And when he has found it, he lays it on his shoulders, rejoicing. And when he comes home, he calls together his friends and neighbors, saying to them, ‘Rejoice with me, for I have found my sheep which was lost!’ I say to you that likewise there will be more joy in heaven over one sinner who repents than over ninety-nine just persons who need no repentance.”
‭‭Luke‬ ‭15:1-7‬ ‭NKJV‬‬
https://www.bible.com/114/luk.15.1-7.nkjv

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“The only real prison is fear, and the only real freedom is freedom from fear.” Aung San Suu Kyi.

Saturday’s Freedom Day Rally was an emotional one, with a little divine intervention, Melbourne’s weather kept in sync with the mood of the people. The sun broke through the clouds, whilst the rain poured down. Hope covered fear splashed across the sky throughout much of the day as the people stood their ground. Unlike many previous protests, this was a “police-approved” protest (whatever that means), and the people came out in the thousands united in the one goal, freedom.

There was real fear in the air today, but it was no longer fear of the virus. It was fear of a Dictatorship and its current overlords. Dicktator Dan is currently in the throes of passing a Bill which would give him unlimited power to control the State of Victoria as he so desires. The Pandemic Management Amendment Bill eerily resembles Hitler’s Enabling Act. This Bill, govt overreach, job losses, vaccine mandates, border closures, segregation, and downright oppression have awakened the people. Victorians are afraid and rightly so. They have already lost so much. Govt overreach and a segregated community can no longer be justified or tolerated.

Speeches came from individuals of all walks of life. An ex-police officer pleaded with Vic police to stand with the people and follow their consciences. An aspiring politician urged the people become politically active and support her and other independents to “vote Dan out”. The cries from the podium were mostly about fighting for freedom, but no one could articulate out loud what that fight really means. Everyone knows freedom was never won by the vote, the system is flawed and set up against the people. Nor was it acquired by begging politicians through petitions or lobbying via emails and phone calls. Protesting weekly at “police-approved” events is not going to cut it either.

The people have decided they no longer wish to be controlled, jabbed or divided. They have weighed up the costs and chosen to fight for freedom. However fear can either stifle or strengthen. The violinist captured the mood perfectly. A melancholic rendition of Australia’s national anthem pierced through the air, cutting through the hearts of people, bringing many to tears. The current undertone was of a people mourning Australia of old. The Great South Land of the Holy Spirit brought to its knees by the fear of a virus with a 99% recovery rate. This realisation coupled with the reality that life as they knew it may never be the same again was both heart breaking and motivating. The people love a good protest but deep down they know it is going to take more than a few big protests to change anything.

Our freedoms came at a cost. Brave men shed their blood so we could live freely in relative comfort and ease for the last 200+ years. Yes. Fear is the real virus. Once we overcome fear, real freedom can be accomplished. The greatest example we can look to is Christ. He shed His blood on the cross that those who live should live no longer for themselves, but for Him who died for them and rose again. (2 Cor 5;15) Live for Christ or be a slave to the State. Until we come to terms with the real virus, there can never be lasting change. Change is what happens when people die.

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“It is only with the heart that one can see clearly, for the most essential things are invisible to the eye.”
― Hans Christian Andersen, The Ugly Duckling

Since the late 20th century, Australia was considered a multicultural Western nation, and according to the 2016 census, we are made up of approximately 52% Christians of varying denominations (Wiki). Prior to that, it was made up of largely Anglo Saxons and Europeans, with Christianity the dominant religion, making up approximately 97% of the population. With results from the 2021 census still to be revealed, it is safe to say things have changed. The very definition of what makes one Australian has changed.

Society is no longer defined by clear boundaries wherein everything and everyone has a clear identity, name, place and purpose. With the threat of globalism blurring nationalistic lines, long held traditions (amongst other things) are eroding away at the alter of diversity and inclusion. As such, many find themselves clinging ever more tightly to what they consider rightfully theirs, the country in which they once felt a sense of belonging, Australia.

Everyone desires a place they can call home, a place of like-minds with people of their likeness, almost to the exclusion of all that is different. The stranger is viewed as a threat, when that threat grows, fear grows too. Fear can lead to irrationality, which can give rise to violence, leading to the formation of community groups, from various cultural and religious groups through to Black Lives Matter (BLM) and All Lives Matter (ALM). There was even recent news of a growing support for National Socialism, to an increase in anti-semitism. Not to mention, all the issues surrounding Covid, Australia has never been more culturally divided.

I grew up here, so I know all about cultural divisions. High school was the site for all kinds of racial slurs and abuses, one had to learn quickly how to fight back, if only verbally. As an immigrant from the Philippines, I made my bones. It wasn’t easy, though fun at times, I still recall the day I had enough. Bawling my eyes out, I begged mum to move me to another school. She sat me down and proceeded to lecture me that Garcias (my maiden name) don’t run from problems or bullies, that the drop of Spanish blood coursing through our veins makes us strong and resilient. No, I wasn’t going anywhere. I was to stand my ground.

Running away is always easier than standing ones ground and fighting for our piece of the pie. I get it. If we could just find a place that would make us feel that sense of belonging, that place where we aren’t constantly justifying our existence, fighting for our rights, our freedoms, our values, our beliefs. If we could only get back the Australia of old, before the foreigners came in and overwhelmed our way of life, we might be content, happy even.

I witnessed the obvious and significant changes to Melbourne upon my return home after 2 years of being in Europe. It was not the same city in which I grew up. Immigration must have peaked during the early 90s and continued ever since. I remember my first visit into the city feeling a sense of sadness at the state it had become. It was dark, ugly, cramped and polluted. If I could feel like that being an immigrant, I could not even imagine how early Australians must have felt and still feel.

Fast forward 30 years and the proliferation of social media drove many on-line with their forthright opinions, leaving no room for the imagination. Real people along with trolls do not hesitate to express their disdain at the state Australia has become and will tell any and all those they consider non-Australian exactly where to go and where they belong. Having a real presence on-line, I make no secret of my true identity, so I have heard it all. It was almost like time travelling back to high school. Initially, it hurt, I was shocked. My roots in this country have grown so deep, how dare anyone say this isn’t my country, that I did not belong.

Whilst I love Australia now, and consider it my home, for years I felt like a misfit even in my own family growing up. I used to pride myself in being a woman of the world, a free spirit, that I could live anywhere. But my ever wandering heart was always restless, always searching for that perfect place wherein I truly belonged. I never found that perfect place, instead, Christ found me. If home is where the heart is, I found it in Christ.

Christ came for the misfits, the vagabonds, the foreigners and the immigrants. In Him is our heavenly home and we should all be excited about going back to where we came from. The body of Christ is made up of many nations and races, though we speak a multitude of different languages and are of varying colours, shapes and sizes, we own the language of love and belonging. For “He has made from one blood every nation of men to dwell on all the face of the earth, and has determined their pre-appointed times and the boundaries of their dwellings, so that they should seek the Lord, in the hope that they might grope for Him and find Him, though He is not far from each one of us” (Acts‬ ‭17:26-27‬ ‭NKJV).
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“Bless you prison, bless you for being in my life. For there, lying upon the rotting prison straw, I came to realize that the object of life is not prosperity as we are made to believe, but the maturity of the human soul.”
― Aleksandr I. Solzhenitsyn, The Gulag Archipelago 1918–1956.

Life is often unfair, one could argue we are predestined for a purpose. Metaphorically, we each represent a piece on the chessboard. There are the pawns which make up the majority, with the rest of the pieces being the aristocrats, ruling class and global elite.

The pawn is the least powerful, largely used as cannon fodder, and is only able to advance when supported by other pawns and powerful players. It is the most vulnerable when isolated, and whenever it is able to cross over to the opponent’s side, it is promoted Queen, an almost insurmountable task and often only made possible if it advantages what’s left of the ruling class. The word “pawn” derived from the French “peon”, is a Medieval Latin term for “foot soldier”, otherwise known as “peasant” or “farmer”. The pawn is the little guy.

According to Hegelian Dialectic, we are trapped in multiple states of being, but we refuse to see we are destined for either power, servitude, then death. Some of us are deluded into thinking we can make it across to the other side, to become kings and queens, aristocratic masters on the world’s domain or masters of our own minute universe.

As pawns on the chessboard of life, we are the little guys playing for a king to whom we naively pledged allegiance. Whether that king is Israel, Palestine, Ukraine, Russia, some multimillion dollar company, or Mother Earth. We are complicit in our own enslavement. Thinking we have power over our choices, we take sides and jump on band wagons indiscriminately because we think we know everything.

In fact, we know nothing, we have no power, and our choices are manipulated. Everyday, we are dialectically predisposed to choose how we spend our time and resources and most that time is made up by doing their bidding. Whether it be consuming their latest marketed gadget, ideology or poison. The system is set up against us.

The world’s system is an algorithm set up like a chess game with the programmers knowing the multiple, limited moves each of us can make and have made, with most of our moves and circumstances determined by our start in life, our birthplace, race, and inheritance being out of our control. We are either white or black. Whilst that may be the reality, God is yesterday, today and tomorrow, always in control.

Thankfully in Christ, we have a Creator to whom we can turn, a just King. He designed us with free will, the ability to choose right from wrong, and good from evil. Whilst He may not have invented the chessboard or the machinations behind every corrupt system, He is still on His throne, waiting for us to realise the futility and vanity of striving to get the other side. Instead, we can accept Him throughout the process, transcend the system and do all things with Him in mind as our true and loving Saviour. He paved a way of escape from serving the unjust kings when He sent His son to die for us.

Jesus is the panacea to life’s injustices, He loves the little guy. We can share in His victory over sin and death, and live a truly purposeful life. But with that comes a dying. We must die to our sinful nature, the desire to consume, and be lords and rulers of our own universe. Our lives need to be fully surrendered to Him.

Whilst the ruling class and others around us seem to prosper with every shrewd, calculated, conniving move, Jesus promises to one day “pour contempt on them and cause them to wander in the wilderness” (Ps 107:40). He does not take us out of the game, instead He allows us to continue, to strengthen our faith in Him, and share His truth with others. Those who die to themselves, and choose to serve Him will ultimately be the victors. “….Death is swallowed up in victory.” (I Cor 15:54‬ ‭NKJV‬‬)

Just like the chess game comes to an end, this world is not our final destination, and will soon come to an end. Heaven and Hell are eternal, our souls are eternal, and though the powers that be, call us “peon”, Jesus calls us to Him, a Royal nation, His own peculiar people. Our servitude and striving for justice and goodness is not futile in Christ. There is power in being the blessed poor in spirit. We will see the kingdom of God. Trust Him.

“Blessed are the PEON in spirit, For theirs is the kingdom of heaven. Blessed are those who mourn, For they shall be comforted. Blessed are the MEEK, For they shall inherit the earth. Blessed are those who HUNGER and THIRST for righteousness, For they shall be filled.” (Matt 5:3-10)
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“If only there were evil people somewhere insidiously committing evil deeds, and it were necessary only to separate them from the rest of us and destroy them. But the line dividing good and evil cuts through the heart of every human being. And who is willing to destroy a piece of his own heart?” Aleksandr I. Solzhenitsyn, The Gulag Archipelago 1918–1956.

Nothing has caused more division as far as I know, than the age of Covid19. The debate goes beyond the left/right dichotomy, aligning people from all walks of life who otherwise would have nothing in common. The point of difference and unity is the mask, a literal representation of all that is wrong with today. It seems a tiny thing in light of the bigger issues, though unfortunately, it holds deeper implications and as such, has arguably become 21st century’s most divisive issue, even causing rifts in the Christian community.

Fall outs, arguments, and literal fights are breaking out everywhere, on the ground and on-line. The problem is, deep down we know it’s all one big fat lie, whichever camp you find yourself, whether Christian or not, we all know we are being lied to. Some of us either haven’t accepted it yet, or have much to gain from the lies. These are confusing and scary times, but take heart and remember, God’s word hosts a wealth of wisdom and has proven to be a source of strength.

‬‬We can hardly blame those who fell for the narrative, after all, mainstream media and the corporate oligarchs can sound quite convincing blasting repeatedly from zombie boxes. This is otherwise known as a type of brainwashing. God’s word says, they shall be sent a strong delusion, that they should believe a lie (2 Thess‬ ‭2:11-12‬ ‭KJV). It beggars belief that anyone would intentionally support an obvious lie, yet here we are with so many masking up complicit in that lie, so convinced that a mask will save them from dying.

Death is a part of life and living means eventually dying. Human beings are a resilient folk, having survived multiple plagues throughout history. We are still here. Let the evolutionary process do its job, stop partaking in the lie and pacifying people’s fears by wearing a mask. Embrace faith over fear. If we, being children of the Most High are the light of the world, perhaps it is time to lose the masks, proclaim the freedom we have in Christ, and encourage others not to live in fear, “for you were once darkness, but now you are light in the Lord: walk as children of light” (Eph‬ ‭5:8‬ ‭KJV).

Whilst masking off is not the same as proselytising in the frontline on the Gaza strip, it can be almost as scary. People actually pray before going out mask off.‬‬ Sure it might take time for others to draw those conclusions but allow God to work through you. Let His word go out freely, in love, boldly, let your countenance shine as the light in this dark and fearful world. God says to fear not, ‘”peace I leave you, my peace I give unto you: not as the world giveth, give I unto you. Let not your heart be troubled, neither let it be afraid” (John 14:27, KJV). The world can promise you peace if you do everything their way, but it is not God’s peace that surpasses all understanding.

For those who mask off daily enduring the bitter looks, the grumbling behind masks, the verbal abuse and the passive aggressive stalking, and intimidation tactics, continue smiling. We know death comes to us all and it may not come through the virus, but we also know masks will not protect us when our time is up. Those who don that mask daily do not know better, let’s show them there is nothing to fear by smiling at death. And if they happen to ask you where your mask is, maybe tell them where your faith is instead.

“O Death, where is your sting? O Hades, where is your victory?””
‭‭I Corinthians‬ ‭15:55‬ ‭NKJV‬‬
https://www.bible.com/114/1co.15.55.nkjv

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