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COMING CLEAN AND Resigning My Commission

7/31/2022

After thirty-plus years of involvement in the intelligence community, I have been called to step forward and come clean.

This article details my recruitment and involvement with both the British GCHQ (once known as MI8) and the American CIA. It also provides testimony of Christ's mercy and grace.

“All the world’s a stage, And all the men and women merely players.”
---William Shakespeare (As You Like It)

ALL GLORY BELONGS TO GOD
Shakespeare lied. Original Sin set the stage for the downfall of man, but men and women are NOT players in God’s eyes. We have options.

The gift of free will gives us control over our destiny. We can choose the right path or chase our folly and go astray. We can choose to abide by God’s commands or lose our life to sin. Ultimately, we can devote ourselves to Christ and experience heaven for ourselves or perish in the flame.

I’ve known people who spoke of their childhood church experiences with animus and derision. Some talked about the “fire and brimstone” pastors they had to endure. While others spoke of the boring and unnecessary “babel” that kept them from their own selfish pursuits. Both seemed to embrace their sin. I could see the fear in their eyes as they spoke of their experiences and feel the hate within their hearts as they shared their accounts.

I felt a sense of sadness for them and could relate to a degree. There was a time in my own life when my own sin nearly consumed me. The pressures I had placed upon myself had nearly pushed me past the point of redemption, and it is only through God's grace and mercy that I pulled through.

WHERE THE JOURNEY BEGAN
I didn’t receive a religious upbringing. My dad harbored hate and contempt for Christ and he openly expressed it; and my mother had abandoned all hope. She was an alcoholic who repeatedly relapsed. She denied the realities of her situation and willingly placated my dad to avoid his wrath.

The only time the word "God" was mentioned in the household, it was followed by the word “damn.” I was verbally, sexually, and physically abused by my dad; and my mom once tried to molest me. I desperately wanted to escape and turned to books and outdoor activities as an outlet.

My dad traveled regularly for work, and my mother would turn to the bottle as soon as he was out the door. For the first fifteen years of my life, he was on the road eight months a year, five or six days a week. By the second or third day of his trips, my mom would regularly pass out in a stupor, and I was forced to fend for myself.

When I was five or six, my dad sat me down and told me that if I ever spoke to anyone about what went on in the household, I’d be taken away and sent to an orphanage. He punctuated the threat by saying I would never see my mother again. Afterward, all I could picture were scenes from Oliver Twist, and I made a vow to myself that I’d stay silent and tend to my mother.

A CROSS THAT NEVER BELONGED TO ME
Part of that meant sobering her up by the time my dad returned from his business trips. I’d find the bottles of liquor she’d hidden throughout the house, dump them out, remind her that my dad was scheduled to returrn and that she had to pick him up from the airport, and repeatedly screamed at her to “act right.”

I feared what would happen to both of us if he returned home and found her drunk or hungover. He had a snap temper and often showed his wrath when I was a toddler. He was viscous with my mother, and he joyfully beat a cousin of mine once for violating a simple house rule while he screamed for mercy and forgiveness.

On one occasion, when he was in town and working from the office, my dad came home late one night, said a few words to my mother and then headed straight to the bathroom where I was alone and taking a bath.

He burst in, stood over me menacingly, looked me in the eye, and said: “It’s your fault your mother drinks.” His voice dripped with contempt, and I could feel the hate emanating from his heart as he spoke.

A TIPPING POINT
When I was fifteen, I had had enough. My mom’s behavior was becoming more and more erratic and the years of abuse I’d suffered were boiling over.

During the summer break before my sophomore year of high school, I’d come home one afternoon to find my mom totally inebriated. She was on her hands and knees, attempting to wash the kitchen floor with a rag in her hand and a bucket of ammonia by her side. She was so drunk she could hardly balance.

Disgusted, I asked her what she was doing, and she said: “I have to clean up. Your father’s coming home."

This was on a Thursday, and it sent me panicking. He was expected home the following day, and I could only imagine what was going to happen when he walked in the door and found her drunk. My mind snapped, and I began beating her with my fists as she lay helpless before me in a prone position.

I must have beat her within an inch of her life. I could hear her groaning in agony, and I felt nothing. Instead of tending to her wounds, I gathered myself and made my way out to the front porch to wait for my dad.

As he pulled into the driveway and climbed out of his car, I stood up and marched right over to him. I balled my fists, pointed and him, and screamed: “If you don’t get that fucking bitch out of this house, I’ll kill her and I’ll kill you too!”

After that, I ran out of the yard, and out of the neighborhood. I don’t remember where I went or how long I was gone. But when I returned home, I found my dad docile. He quietly disclosed that my mother had gone to Phoenix to stay with her sister and would be entering a treatment facility. The matter was never mentioned after that.

SURRENDERING TO SIN
Shortly after the school year had started, my dad informed me that my mom would be returning home from Phoenix. We didn’t speak about the matter, and I retreated to my bedroom.

Emotion filled me, and I began to cry. I thought about the beating I had given my mother and the evil I had been living with all those years. Rage filled me, and I simply said: “Fuck it!”

In the months before the incident, I had begun hiding bottles from my dad’s personal liquor stash in the rafters of the basement to curb my mom’s alcohol consumption and had never returned them. Fueled by rage, I got up from my bed, went into the rafters, and pulled out a 1.75ml of peppermint schnapps. I downed about half the bottle and drifted into euphoria.

That first drink sent me on a trajectory I would never have imagined. It opened the door for the devil. To protect myself from my dad, I’d learned to lie at a young age. I was pretty good at it, and I honed my skills in high school by blending in and creating fictitious stories about my background.

A DARK AND DANGEROUS ROAD
I had ambitions to enter the military through one of the service academies and applied myself through high school. I participated in sports, held a job, made good grades, and kept my nose clean.

My senior year of high school, I received invitations from both our Senator and our Congressman to interview for service academy appointments. What I did not realize at the time was that my activities had been monitored by intelligence officials for quite some time. Simply put, I fit a certain profile they were looking for.

The meeting with the Congressman was a screening qualifier. I was reasonably attractive, a decent athlete, and my aptitude scores were off the charts. They were aware of the abusive I had suffered at home, and my growing dependance on alcohol. I had an affinity for violence and I could tell a lie without setting off lie detectors. I was an ideal candidate for deep cover operations.

This happened in 1988, when we were still locked in a Cold War with the Soviet Union. I had an Eastern European heritage and had taken Russian language in both middle school and high school. A Soviet spy posing as a classmate lured me to join their cause and turned I had turned her down. I had an endemic love for country and wanted to serve our nation.

Two men dressed in nondescript black suits had accompanied the Congressman into the interview room and they recruited me right there on the spot. They offered me the opportunity to assassinate high-value targets within the Eastern Bloc on behalf of the American government following a grooming period, advanced combat training, and conditioning. They opened the door to Princeton where I began to observe and report on fellow students during my grooming period.

I was still in college when the Berlin Wall fell and the Cold War ended. Needs changed, and I was reassigned to a clandestine operations team on here on U.S. soil. I underwent additional training and was then placed into a private sector job to build an alias persona after I completed the conditioning.

PULLED OUT OF THE PIT
Thirteen years ago, I completed the obligations required of me under my original oath of service. I was trained to kill on command and terminated the last of two targets assigned to me sometime that year.

Afterward, I began to take stock of my life without even realizing it. The assignments I’d performed were masked from memory under a voluntary and excruciating training technique known as Monarch Programming. That said, an earnest and sincere desire to quit drinking and unburden myself of all the guilt and shame I had carried since childhood overcame me.

On February 25th of 2012, I got down and my knees, and asked God to relieve me of the compulsion to drink. I asked His forgiveness and asked Him to change me from within. That night, I went to bed and slept a sound sleep for the first time in years.

THE NATURE OF THE BEAST
There’s no fairytale ending here. In the months prior to surrendering my sin, a CIA operative had approached me with an offer to begin Black Ops work on the Agency’s behalf here on U.S. soil. It was a couched offer.

I was told I’d be left to my own devices and that the agency would neither confirm nor deny my involvement if I were ever outed. There was no implied consent on my part, and I went about my business. That said, my activities were monitored and there was a presumption of collaboration.

In the fall of 2012, I began a new business venture within the media industry focused on news. The business model was revolutionary, and our strategic objectives ruffled feathers. We planned to cover current events with an unbiased, analytical editorial approach and attempt to restore some semblance of neutrality to reporting and news coverage.

In March of that year, I met with two Secret Service officials stationed within the Atlanta field office. Unbeknownst to me, this was a setup arranged by both the CIA as well as the intelligence agency that had recruited me into service out of high school. My vision ran counter to theirs, and they marked me for death during that meeting.

Throughout the remainder of the year, I faced adversity as I attempted to get the new business venture off the ground. Evil encircled me and demons clouded my judgment. I spent time in jail on a disturbing the peace charge, had my life threatened, and also had my reputation besmirched.

In June the following year, I arranged a flight from Atlanta to Denver for business as well as for a short vacation. The ride I had arranged was intercepted, and I was forced to scramble for other means of transportation when I arrived at the airport.

At the time, DIA’s transportation terminal was undergoing construction. My flight had arrived late in the evening and the corridor leading up to the bus platform was darkly lit. I made my way up the four stories of stairs leading to the platform and observed three young men in their early to mid-twenties with tightly drawn hoodies in my passing.

These three men pushed or threw me off the four-story platform while I was staring off into the horizon. Later, it was revealed to me that they were assassins contracted by John Brennan to terminate my command. He was the Director of the CIA at the time.

ONLY THROUGH THE GRACE OF GOD
By the grace of God, I survived the assassination attempt. I spent two and a half weeks in a coma, nearly five months in the hospital, and another year and a half in outpatient physical rehabilitation in the Denver metro region. I returned to my home in Atlanta in September of 2015 a changed man, but with considerably more work to do to be worthy of my redemption.

After I had settled in, meditation became a daily part of my routine. I began to know a sense of serenity and peace and counted my blessings every day. That said I picked up where I had left off vocationally.

In 2019, an opportunity fell into my lap to strengthen cultural ties between the United States and our allies in the Middle East. Sensing the rapidly growing tensions between China and the West, I helped orchestrate an international business deal designed to further American interests in the region.

As things began to solidify, the CIA reached out to me again and offered to help fund a portion of the deal. I was enticed by the offer; but decided to hold off for reasons I really didn’t understand at the time.

Through prayer and meditation, much more has been revealed to me in the months following. I'm sad to say that most of what has been shown to me hasn’t been flattering.

For starters, although I had taken the U.S. Maritime Service Oath for Commissioned Officers when I was sworn into service out of high school, I’ve learned that I was actually recruited by British Intelligence to serve the interests of the British Crown at the outset of my career. An unwitting double agent the entire time to be precise.

Over the first twenty years of my career, I terminated assets interfering with the Crown's strategic objectives within the United States; and also helped the Crown gather intelligence on strategic assets within the Transportation, Education, and Financial Services industries.

The British Crown has deliberately destabilized American culture and society in a calculated game of chess ever since the Continental Congress adjourned in 1789. They accelerated their plans when the Cold War ended and kicked their plans into overdrive during Bill Clinton's two terms as President.

The Royal Family has now begun to do much the same within the boundaries of the U.K. They aim to usurp their own Parliament and regain control of the empire. They are orchestrating controlled chaos to spread fear throughout their kingdom and destabilize the value of their currency. They have stacked their gold reserves and intend to usher in a fascist governmental regime once the Queen Elizabeth II passes away and the Crown changes hands.

It was also revealed to me that several of my classmates at Princeton have sold their souls, or a portion thereof, to our greatest foreign adversary for what amounts to a handful of silver and a box-full of trinkets. I had affection for some of them during our time together at school, and the revelations have left me glad I never really knew them at all.

Lastly, it was revealed to me just how porous our national security has become the past four decades. As a nation, we were so focused on radical Islamic terrorism following 9/11 that we neglected very real threats here at home stemming from both China and Russia.

For years, foreign sleeper cells have impregnated themselves throughout our communities. Over the years, I've had direct engagements with some of these cells. They conduct espionage and actively recruit naive young men and women to their causes. It's a big reason why our school systems have destabilized and our society as a whole is so fractious.

A RESIGNATION
There is a war coming. The intelligence offices I once served know it, as do our CIA and foreign intelligence services. The blue-blooded elites of the world have designs to carve up the map and feast on the spoils. The decimation of the United States is a big part of their plan.

This war has been well over two centuries in the making. The wealthiest and most powerful among us envision conquering the heavens as mankind conquered earth: through blood, sweat, tears, and slavery. They have forgotten Christ’s teachings and wave their middle finger at the One True God at their peril.

I can tell you first-hand of God’s grace and His mercy. I can tell you that He lives, that He listens, and that He sees ALL.

We are NOT players on a chess board like the wicked and the evil would have you believe. Every soul has a choice to make. You can abandon all to Jesus Christ and be welcomed into heaven; or disappear into the abyss like the unrepentant sinners of Noah's age were.

Author: Erik Gagnon - Managing Partner, Chi Rho Consulting

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Wrangling Fear

12/5/2021

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Wrangling Fear Outlaw with a gun venture capitalist shooting entrepreneur

“The only thing we have to fear is fear itself.”
---Franklin D. Roosevelt (March 4, 1933)

I grew up in a blue-collar town and my dad was a vile and abusive man. He abused both my mother and me, and she turned to alcohol as a coping mechanism. Fear and uncertainty were staples during my formative years because life at home was a nightmare.

One of my greatest fears happened to be financial insecurity. I never knew where my next meal was coming from; and I imagined I might end up homeless. I’ll share about that in this article.

WRANGLING MY OWN FEARS
My dad’s job required him to travel three weeks out of every month for eight months of the year. Every time he took to the road my mom would pick up a liquor bottle as soon as he was out the door. Many a day, she would pass out drunk sometime during the afternoon, which left me to fend for myself. Consequently, I spent a lot of time on the streets as a youngster; and I devised schemes to keep my pockets full so I wouldn’t go hungry.

I was blessed with an above average intellect, and I viewed my education as a way out of my awful situation. As a result, I buckled down in school. I also competed athletically to improve my chances at earning a scholarship. Through the grace of God, scouts took notice and I made my way into Princeton. Once there, I thought I’d never look back.

After graduation, I made a decent living. I built a nest egg and planned for my retirement. That said, the feelings of fear and uncertainty relating to money followed me for years. They clouded my vision and impaired my judgment. So much so, that I was oblivious to very real dangers my business interests had surfaced.

I ran afoul of some very wealthy and powerful men, and they contracted killers to terminate my existence. In June of 2013, I was attacked by two men on an elevated bus platform at Denver International Airport while traveling on an assignment. They threw me off the four-story platform, and it nearly cost me my life.

The attack put me into a coma, and I spent over five months in the hospital. My insurance eventually ran out and the bills started to come due. Before the accident, I had begun a new business venture and my savings were already stretched. I was unable to work, and I had little money coming in.

After I was discharged from the hospital, I had a year and a half of physical rehabilitation ahead of me. At one point during that period, I thought my situation was hopeless. Things became so bad that I imagined I’d never be able to work again and might even wind up living on the streets. Many a night, I cried myself to sleep and called out to God in despair.

In that period of darkness, Jesus took the reins. My expenses were miraculously covered; and shortly afterward he opened the door to a couple of new consulting engagements.

Our firm was reborn, and my career headed in a completely new direction. In addition to branding, business analytics and strategic planning engagements, we started assisting entrepreneurs in their efforts to secure venture capital. This has become our core practice area in recent years, and we find these assignments to be our most fulfilling engagements.

As odd as this may seem, the attempt on my life happens to be the greatest blessing of my life. My reliance on Our lord and savior has grown by leaps and bounds since that day. I’ve been set free of the fears of becoming homeless and going hungry; and I have a much truer sense of purpose.

The adversity I’ve faced has now become somewhat of an asset much like Proverbs 17:17 describes. I now realize that all I am afforded has been conferred upon me through God’s grace, and I’ve earned a degree of humility. For Christ alone grants us pardon so we may carry out His will.

Meditation and prayer have become staples in my life in the years since the attack. I turn my care and will over to Our lord and savior Jesus Christ every morning and ask for his guidance and direction as I plan out the day ahead.

During these quiet times together, the Holy Spirit has revealed much to me about myself. I’ve channeled back to lessons in life that I had shelved in the back of my mind; and I have recalled the tutelage of mentors and instructors who honed my skills and helped forge my character.

One of the greatest lessons I have recalled is that you can train yourself to recognize fear. Both within yourself and within others. When you're under fear, your survival instincts begin to kick in, and your body gives off telltale signs when they do.

That said, there are two distinctly different types of fear. Some fears are sheep, and others happen to be wolves. The keys are first knowing which you’re dealing with, and then roping those fears into submission.

When I start to feel fear, my mind begins to race; and my pulse begins to quicken if I don’t nip the racing thoughts in the bud. Before I know it, I’m fidgeting in my seat and the world around me becomes cloudy. At that point, fear has the advantage. And like wagon train settlers on the American frontier, I become easy prey for outlaws, marauders and desperados whenever that happens.

When fear takes hold of me, I must remind myself that I've been afforded a sheriff's badge, and that’s it’s my duty to confront the perpetrator. That means tapping into the fear and shining light upon the source with the truth.

Wrangling fear entrepreneur sheriff sheep roping in venture capital

This isn’t as easy as it sounds because fear happens to be a shape shifter. It takes many forms, and most of them are slippery suckers.

Sometimes my fears appear as a strongman outlaw with the gift of gab. If I happen to be hungry, angry, lonely or tired when the strongman disturbs my peace, I’m in for a fight. If I manage to wrestle it down, it starts to plea bargain with me. It reminds me that it’s a long ride back to the jail and offers me a bribe to dismiss the criminal offense.

If I take that bribe, I’m in for a world of hurt. Because that strongman outlaw usually doesn’t travel alone. It’s generally tied in with a gang of marauding fears hiding all along the trail. The strongman has a horse that’s lot faster than mine, and it knows where its compadres are positioned. Before I know it, they’ve got me encircled; and they begin to pick me apart in short order.

They go after my scars. Wounds from the past that haven’t quite healed. They’re armed with sharp tongues and they’re deadly accurate with their aim. If my anger flairs, they smack me upside my head with resentments and leave me to rot on the trail. A tasty morsel for roving desperados that often follow in their wake.

When that strongman starts to offer the bribe, I’m learning to simply go about my business. I do my best to keep my mouth shut and not say a word. Instead, I hog-tie the strongman with my rope, blindfold it, stuff a bandana in its mouth, and drag it straight back to the jail behind my horse.

It isn’t my job to dispense justice. Rather, it’s my duty to keep the peace. I say a prayer for the outlaw and hand him over to Christ for redemption. I try not to look back once I have. Instead, I return the trail and go about my business. I know the verdict will be swift and that’s sufficient. The truth always prevails. Light always vanquishes the darkness.

CONFRONT YOUR FEARS EARLY ON
Confronting fear is an imperative, especially for entrepreneurs. Business is oftentimes warfare, and it’s necessary to keep a clear head in order to remain true to your mission. If you avoid your persistent fears, they tend to surface at the least opportune times. Our unholy enemy senses fear and uses it to his advantage.

You jeopardize everything you’ve worked for unless you rope your own fears and hand them over to God. For example, employees can sense doubt and uncertainty. It often breeds worry and concern. When patterns of the two begin to emerge, your top performers are likely to jump ship. Oftentimes, to your competitors.

Similarly, investors can sense desperation. Most won’t touch you when you smell of it. You’re simply a bad gamble and the risks to their portfolio are too great. And those who will entertain your ideas when you smell of desperation are oftentimes wolves. Some will listen to your pitch just to pick your brain. They’ll steal your ideas in order to sell them off, or even start a business of their own that mirrors yours.

Other wolves will intentionally wrangle you into a deal that becomes a no-win situation for you. They’ll deliberately structure the terms of the contract so that it’s nearly impossible to diversify or retool. Perhaps worse, they may plot to dilute your holdings over time; to a point where you have no say in the company.

Last but certainly not least: you’re likely to make unwise decisions if you’re not cognizant of your own fears. The Enemy is cunning, baffling and powerful. Before you know it, you’re responding to his minions rather than the voice of reason. If that happens, there's a good chance you'll wind up getting cocky, going bent, turning flaccid or becoming greedy. You may even compromise your company’s mission without even realizing it.

ENTREPRENEURS: FOR YOUR JOURNEY AHEAD

I waited patiently for the LORD;
he inclined to me and heard my cry.
He drew me up from the pit of destruction,
out of the miry bog,
and set my feet upon a rock,
making my steps secure.
He put a new song in my mouth,
a song of praise to our God.
Many will see and fear,
and put their trust in the LORD.
---Psalms 40:1-3

Wrangling fear entrepreneur kneeling at a cross on the American frontier

May God grant you clarity of vision and purity of thought as you move toward your purpose. Confront your fears, rope them down, and turn them over to Our lord and savior Jesus Christ. Like the mustard seed, your vision will take root.

Author: Erik Gagnon - Managing Partner, Chi Rho Consulting

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Counting Sheep

10/14/2021

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Why You Should Add Prayer and Meditation to Your Arsenal of Weapons

“The temptation to take the easy road is always there. It is as easy as staying in bed in the morning and sleeping in. But discipline is paramount to ultimate success and victory for any leader and any team.”
---Jocko Willink (Author & former U.S. Navy Seal)

Over the course of my career, prayer and meditation have become great assets. The blessings He has bestowed are beyond measure. Jesus Christ is the foundation of our firm. We owe everything to Him. Truly.

In 2013, I was intentionally thrown off an elevated bus terminal at Denver International Airport. I broke numerous bones including my skull; and severely damaged my internal organs. Miraculously however, despite falling from over 40 feet, my spine and my neck received no damage.

That’s because angels sent from heaven guided my descent into darkness. In fact, they protected me from further harm before the paramedics arrived.

The emergency care team rushed me to Denver Health Medical Center in an ambulance in the dead of the night, where the trauma care team decided to induce a coma. I was in the coma for nearly two and a half weeks, and it was a hellish ordeal.

I do not recall going to the hospital in an ambulance in the dead of night. My body may have taken that journey, but my soul went elsewhere.

They flew me to a serene looking treatment facility by helicopter on a bright sunny day. They’d strapped me to a gurney much like a wounded Vietnam combat soldier being evacuated off the front lines. The door was open, and I looked out as we descended.

The facility itself was far from serene. The sins of my life had caught up with me, and they were taking me to what Italian author Dante described in The Divine Comedy as Purgatory. Quite literally, they were delivering me to the very Gates of Hell.

I was isolated and tortured for those two and a half weeks. The pain was excruciating, and the mental anguish almost unbearable. During my last hours there, the devil’s minions tormented me as they prepared to open the Gates and send me into the depths of Hell.

As I lay there cowering in fear, a human figure approached my bed. At first, I thought He was death personified: a sinewy muscular figure most awesomely terrifying. So much so, that I turned away from Him and curled up in a fetal position.

Some time passed without incident. So, I glanced back at Him not knowing what to expect. There and then, I found Him sitting on the floor near my bed, and my fears subsided.

After that, I woke up in Denver Health’s ICU unit. I spent the next five months at that hospital, and another year and a half in outpatient rehabilitation.

This tragedy turned out to be one of the greatest blessings of my life. Jesus Christ had delivered me from Satan himself; and my relationship with Our lord and savior has grown closer since.

In this time of healing, I have begun to realize how impactful our thoughts truly are. Every thought we spawn goes out into the universe to some effect. Meaning that every idea we have produces energy through the Holy Spirit.

Consequently, meditation and prayer have become invaluable tools in my daily regimen. Through meditation, I’ve begun to distinguish my wild thoughts and my crazy thoughts from my sane thoughts. And through prayer, I give thanks for the blessings in my life and ask God the Father for clarity of vision, purity of thought and a true sense of purpose.

When meditating, I begin with a prayer and then clear my mind of all thought for as long as possible. As my thoughts manifest, I start to picture a narrow mountain top pathway. To my left is a cliff, and to my right is a thicket. Upon that pathway, I imagine my thoughts as sheep.

My goal during these sessions is to guide every sheep gently down that narrow pathway into the loving arms of the Shepherd who awaits His flock. From there, He’ll tend to them and take them to market.

That said, it’s a difficult exercise to master. All sorts of temptations creep in, and I eventually wind up breaking my concentration. That’s when wild and crazy thoughts occur.

Every wild thought I have fattens my sheep. The longer I hold on to them, the fatter they become. Eventually, they waddle off the cliff, blurting out a hopeless last “Baaaa!” before falling into the vast unknown below.

As harrowing as that sounds, the fate of my crazy thoughts is often worse. Those thoughts send my sheep running into the thicket. If I become panicked and set off after that sheep without stopping to ask God for guidance, my lamb will become tangled up in the underbrush.

More and more, I am learning to rely upon Jesus to guide my sheep safely down the path toward their happy destiny. He alone ensures that my flock doesn’t wander off the cliff or end up prey for wolves in the thicket. And when my efforts are fruitful, he expands my resources to grow more sheep.

Whether you are an entrepreneur or an investor, the same should be true for you. Abandon your ambitions and channel your hopes, dreams and goals toward Our Father. Set your sights on Godly pursuits and follow the path Jesus walks. He’ll guide us well beyond what our limited imaginations ever thought possible.

“And He said to them, Because of the littleness of your faith; for truly I say to you, if you have faith the size of a mustard seed, you will say to this mountain, ‘Move from here to there,’ and it will move; and nothing will be impossible to you.”
---Matthew 17:20

Author: Erik Gagnon - Managing Partner, Chi Rho Consulting

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The Devil Has a Hand In Climate Change

10/8/2021

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If you change the way you look at things, the things you look at change.
---Wayne Dyer (American Psychologist)

If the news media, certain elected officials and/or your schoolteachers have you in a panic over our changing weather patterns, you may want to study a concept known as Radiative Forcing. Specifically: the independent factors that contribute to this effect; as well as the relative impact each individual factor over time.

Here’s how the Massachusetts Institute of Technology describes Radiative Forcing in layman’s terms:

"The concept… is fairly straightforward. Energy is constantly flowing into the atmosphere in the form of sunlight that always shines on half of the Earth's surface. Some of this sunlight (about 30 percent) is reflected back to space and the rest is absorbed by the planet. And like any warm object sitting in cold surroundings — and space is a very cold place — some energy is always radiating back out into space as invisible infrared light. Subtract the energy flowing out from the energy flowing in, and if the number is anything other than zero, there has to be some warming (or cooling, if the number is negative) going on."

We draw your attention to this because people who are fanatical about “Climate Change” are either ignorant alarmists, or they are lying to you with a malevolent purpose.

A number of credible studies comparing and contrasting anthropogenic factors (i.e. man-made carbon emissions) to natural effects (i.e. solar activity & geophysical phenomenon) are deliberately buried by wolves in sheep’s clothing. Specifically, opportunists who are hellbent on enslaving your mind.

Plenty of political and financial opportunists stand to profit personally from regulatory programs designed to restrict your liberties. Most notably, carbon taxes and plans to eliminate gasoline powered vehicles by the year 2050. These vultures present the public with lies and half-truths through corrosive media establishments that prostitute themselves for ratings. They also pocket immoral elected officials who sell their souls to the devil.

It's little surprise that reports like the one published in Science Direct’s March 2017 edition of the Quarternary Science Review are buried by the press and grossly ignored by bureaucrats in Washington D.C.. Simply put, they can’t scare you with the truth.

There’s strong evidence that solar radiation and geophysical phenomena have more of an affect on the weather than human factors ever could. Yet, some of the most well-educated among us have the gall and the hubris to presume that human beings control the fate of our planet.

Scientists who shine light on the truth like Dr. Roger Higgs are ostracized by pagans who’ve embraced an esoteric mantra known as “Climate Change” as their almighty deity. He writes:

“We urgently need to expose the ‘CO2 = pollutant’ fallacy being forced upon your children, grandchildren, nephews and nieces by schools, universities, governments and mainstream media worldwide, and to denounce it in scrupulously truthful terms easily understood by the public, including those youngsters themselves.”

Don’t be fooled: People with bad intentions have created a cult around Climate Change, and the lot of them seem intent on organizing a religion around this unholy deity.

None of this should surprise you. All throughout history, sycophants have capitalized on shifts in weather patterns to stoke fear and hysteria, simply to line their own pockets and ultimately seize power.

Students of history should take note of the eerie parallels between what’s happening today and the events that sparked the Dark Ages, also known as the Migration Period. The weather cooled over the European continent then, congruent with the fall of the Roman Empire. Panic and mass hysteria ensued which destabilized their economy and enabled barbarian marauders to seize power and tyrannize the populace.

Similar events also took place on the European continent when the weather warmed during what’s known as the Medieval Warming Period. Increased precipitation disrupted crop cycles, causing famine and death. Unscrupulous noblemen exploited the conditions to rob farmers of their property, and send the populace into serfdom and indentured servitude.

In other words, shifts in weather patterns are nothing new; and despotic opportunists often gain political leverage through the chaos of uncertainty when this happens. They fuel mass hysteria to feed their own selfish interests and breed a demon of despair.

Watch out for false prophets. They come to you in sheep’s clothing, but inwardly they are ferocious wolves.
---Matthew 7:15

Author: Erik Gagnon - Managing Partner, Chi Rho Consulting

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