According to conspiracy theorists, there are certain aircraft that spray us from aloft with nano metals that, once infused in our bodies, turn us into animate antennas even as we, say, stroll innocently across some parking lot gazing at a bright afternoon sky webbed with soft, white lines, the hum of the jets receding in the distance.
Beam me on, Scotty?
This would be far more insidious than, say, dental fillings transmitting local radio stations (ever hear that one, as it were?), the sort of thing that prompts all kinds of Big Brother buzz, eschatological angst. It gives new definition to the term “cell tower”. Twilight Zone stuff:
He THINKS he’s just out for a little fresh air, but little does Rodney know—and how could he?—he’s just been tagged “it” in the universe of electromagnetic transmissions making him the newest geocache for the Eye in the Sky…
And there is apparently no “off” button.
And “they” aren’t even sure of all the applications, yet.
Could this be the ultimate tracking device? Some way to cull the herd? Or are we, jet by jet, becoming living, breathing conduits of the transmissions of a sinister breed of geek gods whose aim is to conquer the world via the ultimate Trojan Horse, this one invisible to the naked eye, that gains access molecule by molecule so the Dark Side can force us to do its bidding by control no longer so remote? Or something like that.
Plus, nobody is paying us for the ride.
So, what’s a body to do?
(Sound of tin foil crinkling…)
SOMEPLACE TO HIDE
On a more serious note, if this or some similar high-tech high-jinx is true (a portent of the infamous Mark of the Beast?), in the spiritual sense, what Satan has wanted since open season on humans began under the apple tree could be very close to fruition: control so complete that what he most hates about us, our free will to receive or reject Jesus Christ as our Savior, could be rendered null. Void. Turned off. Shut down. Fried by technological override, our synapses snared in an electromagnetic web of deceit. We could, in evil’s hands, become spiritual zombies, as it were, at the beck and call of destruction. If Satan controls the controls…
But even if the theorists are right about today’s state-of-the-conspiracy, there is still a place to hide, as it were. If the devil is in the details, as the old saying goes, so is God, as another old saying goes, and He’s smarter and more powerful (after all, Who made whom?). And “in Him,” there is still protection, for God is not subject to those who merely commandeer the airwaves. The air, the waves, and the commanders are all His design. So is the escape plan.
He who dwells in the secret place of the Most High
Shall abide under the shadow of the Almighty.
2 I will say of the Lord, “He is my refuge and my fortress;
My God, in Him I will trust.”
3 Surely He shall deliver you from the snare of the fowler
And from the perilous pestilence.
4 He shall cover you with His feathers,
And under His wings you shall take refuge;
His truth shall be your shield and buckler.
5 You shall not be afraid of the terror by night,
Nor of the arrow that flies by day,
6 Nor of the pestilence that walks in darkness,
Nor of the destruction that lays waste at noonday.
7 A thousand may fall at your side,
And ten thousand at your right hand;
But it shall not come near you.
8 Only with your eyes shall you look,
And see the reward of the wicked.
9 Because you have made the Lord, who is my refuge,
Even the Most High, your dwelling place,
10 No evil shall befall you,
Nor shall any plague come near your dwelling;
11 For He shall give His angels charge over you,
To keep you in all your ways.
12 In their hands they shall bear you up,
Lest you dash your foot against a stone.
13 You shall tread upon the lion and the cobra,
The young lion and the serpent you shall trample underfoot.
14 “Because he has set his love upon Me, therefore I will deliver him;
I will set him on high, because he has known My name.
15 He shall call upon Me, and I will answer him;
I will be with him in trouble;
I will deliver him and honor him.
16 With long life I will satisfy him,
And show him My salvation” (-Psalm 91, NKJV).
Beam me up, God!
(And thank You, Jesus, for paying the price.)
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