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Today, as I sit in Branson, I remember the day of September 11, 2001-which was eighteen years ago. Each year I desire to write about my thoughts of this pivotal day in history, but it has never seemed like the right time until this year. So much has changed since those innocent days. To commemorate the day before the anniversary of the big event, I had to go into the radiation machine at the airport, and then supposedly, alarms were set off, so I had to be sexually assaulted in public. In any other place and any additional time, people would be prosecuted. The Big Day policy set a standard by political perverts that all commercial travelers were to be sexually molested.
Leading up to the events of 9/11 work became increasingly more compartmentalized. Each person was expected to do their job within the confines of their office. Erased were the times of brainstorming together and family-like atmosphere. Work became increasingly more militaristic. Dark spirits vacillated in and out. A web of darkness and intrigue was cast. The population at large or those who were awake or discerning had a gut feeling that the shoe was about to drop, but they had no idea what would happen or how it plays out.
Days before the prominent day Emergency Manager Directors and their right-hand men or women were called back to New York for a conference and training opportunity. Short-handed emergency management and compromised response operations were true across America. Nothing like 9/11 had happened before; the closest would be President Kennedy’s assassination, but other than the way we receive news that did not intimately impact our lives. Each Emergency Management department was short-handed. As is the case in most exercises, there is an active-real emergency going on within the exercise. Very few do not have this element to them.
When I saw the plane going into the first Tower, I was getting ready for work. Nobody knew how the day would unfold. As I dressed, I was hit with emotions of shock, horror, and disbelief. My colleagues felt this also. It was going to be a long day. We were activated.
Being two leadership team members down once I hit the office, things were already buzzing with activity. Of the remaining staff, one staff member went to be present with the governor and media for policy-making decisions. I can’t remember where Lee, our former UK Bobby counterterrorism specialist, went. That left me communicating and coordinating with the military and all levels of agencies to conduct a massive inspection of all infrastructures. That is how I spend the day.
We debriefed at about 10 or 11 PM. We expressed our emotional toll and attempted to grapple with the situation at hand in the manner of our training. Some went home for a few hours of shut-eye before returning to do it all again.
9/11 changed our lives and your lives. The shivers of rippled and spread out around the world and into every discipline and area of our lives from spiritual to technology, education to American policy changed in the blink of an eye.
The day after a massive website was set up to seize the crisis at hand to transform draw in Americans into a massive volunteer slave market. These markets are still operating today. I met one proud father on the plane yesterday who was boasting about his daughter’s participation in one. Every American was expected to use their expertise, young old, every station in life was supposed to give their time to the slave market enterprise freely. Putting up such a website and program does not happen overnight. It took considerable time to prepare it BEFORE the event. It was unveiled the day after.
In subsequent days, our lives would be buffeted as leviathan acts, legislation, and regulations were inserted into public policy such as the Patriot Act and after the anthrax scare, the Bioterrorism Act of 2002. Time blurs the plethora of public systems ranging from the city to federal-each thousands of pages long.
During the 1990s, President Clinton ensured that legislation and regulation that our politicians put into law or regulation were considered Living Documents. There were no absolutes-policy, and words would change over time. The population would never know what the rules are for these change, sometimes daily. So we had these enormous policy changes to our Republic form of government plus they would always be changing. No more following the bouncing ball.
The bottom line is that the fabric of society and our government changed that day as we began the descent into the prophetic times. It was slow at first but is gaining momentum. All I can say is God help us and be merciful to us! Although the average person-you and I did not orchestrate 9/11, we did pull together as a country transforming America into a fascist business enterprise, and we did not resist nor put an end to it. Neither did we call unto the God of heaven unto repentance, but instead continued in our pleasures and sins, as the chains of bondage encircled round about us as individuals and as a country. Today, we find ourselves in the last stages of the End Game. It is time to emerge out of our normalcy bias and cry out to God for the many transgressions, sins, and errors that we have committed either by commission or omission.
And if you wonder, 9/11 was an inside job, meticulously planned and executed.
God Bless you from the trenches. Be safe, everyone.