[WARNING: 18+ ONLY] FIRST DRAFT: A Forward for SPILLED HUMAN BEAN JUICE: A POETIC EXPOSE OF THE PHARMAKEIA INDUSTRY
"They spilled my literal blood that day. I woke up to red blood on plain white hospital linens. My human bean juice. Spilled by my parents, the police, the pharmakeia industry, Canada, and Babylon. And in doing that, they did something else far worse."
This isn't the forward for the non-fiction book I might write in the future about Babylon's Pharmakeia Industry: See my post entitled The Bear Circus (The Royal) for what the forward for that book might look like. That will be a more analytical, clinical, and detailed breakdown of the industry and the all the forms of oppression and systemic abuse that accompany it.
This is a forward for a book of expose poetry featuring incredibly adult concepts. So much so, that even in an attempt to clean it up, the lowest rating I could hope for would be R (You can only "PG up" Triple R-Rated so much).
The book will be entitled: spilled human bean juice.
SPILLED HUMAN BEAN JUICE
— Steven Reynen (@StevenReynen) August 31, 2025
A POETIC EXPOSE OF THE PHARMAKEIA INDUSTRY:
Dancing with the Devil
Psychological Abuse
Sexual Abuse
Emotional Abuse
Physical Abuse
Financial Abuse
Spiritual Abuse
Systematically ground up in a fashion that makes them resent God and go deeper into sin
Canada has spilled my human bean juice.
I distinctly remember my no-touch torture getting worse after I wrote my advance directive on July 7, 2024.
Never did I think the Ottawa Police would bring me in to a psychiatric prison for a manufactured incident where I was betrayed again by my father and mother by blood. I am told that one of the reasons why I am still here as a psychiatric prisoner is because I threatened to kill my father with a knife, and this never happened. I was never charged, let alone convicted.
They betrayed me when I was three, as well. They sold me into MK ULTRA HUMAN SLAVERY for worldly gain.
Why did they do it on January 20, 2025?
Like a detoxing addict being dragged before them by street soldiers and then forcefully injected against their will (without their consent) by a drug dealer the Ottawa Police brought me into The Civic where I declined their pharmakeia immediately.
I was going through severe Clozapine withdrawals at the time, but it doesn't change the fact that I was very clear I did not want their poison.
Then through legal mechanism, as psychiatric prisons are state-backed trap houses (it's what they call it on "the street"), my religious freedoms were violated when they held me down, on camera even, mechanically restrained me, and out did even Curtis "50 Cent" Jackson in "A Baltimore Love Thing" when they forcibly injected me with their poison I was working so hard on quitting since July 7, 2024.
50 Cent - A Baltimore Love Thing
Now, you tryna leave me, you never live without me
Girl, I'm missing you, come and see me soon
Tie your arm up, put that lighter under that spoon
Now, put that needle to your arm princess, stick it in, relapse
I'm back, bitch - don't ever try that again
All the shit I did for you, I made you feel good
We have a love thing, you treatin' this like it's just a fling
What we have is more sacred than a vow or a ring
You broke my heart, you dirty bitch, I won't forget what you did
If you give birth, I'll already be in love with your kids
Listen, I don't give a damn if your ass starts smokin'
But we have a bond that is not to be broken
They spilled my literal blood that day.
I woke up to red blood on plain white hospital linens.
My human bean juice.
Spilled by my parents, the police, the pharmakeia industry, Canada, and Babylon.
And in doing that, they did something else far worse.
They did the one thing I wrote in my advance directive, while even my out-patient drug dealer and pimp Doctor Alexandra Baines (who recently repeated what she often told me, that she doesn't understand the illness she is treating and that the alleged treatment hurts you and kills you slowly) agreed I was mentally capable, that I never wanted to happen ever again for religious reasons.
They forced me, a little one of Christ Jesus, to submit something that is sin that day. I was powerless to do anything about it, and then they did it several more times. They lured me into sin by double-bind, and since then continue to do so each day and will continue to do so until this tragic and egregious ongoing offense to God (my Abba, Christ Jesus, and the Holy Spirit) is properly addressed.
Canada forgot God.
Canada should have read the Bible. Specifically:
Romans 13.
Romans 14:23.
Luke 17:1-3.
This is state-backed oppression like a pimp with a prostitute, and like a drug dealer with a fiend. All the while the oppressed are forced via legal mechanism to interact with their oppressors, those directly responsible for abusing them, in various ways as they kill them slowly knowing what is being done is socially acceptable and supported by their own Government. The oppressors smile at their victims and provoke them in very subtle fashions that both abusers and victims know all too well, in order to further justify their systematic abuse. You should see the smiles on the faces of the staff at The Royal as they run at full sprint towards calls of Code White over the The Royal’s speakers.
Those sworn to protect and care for them have failed them, in such a tragic fashion I am failing to find the words at present to adequately describe it. Perhaps this is a great prompt for a poem for this book.
Canada has this reputation of being the friendliest nation.
Was I the last one to believe this?
Is it because I am retarded? I have Williams Syndrome.
What is Canada's relationship with Babylon, exactly?
I don't fear Satan.
I don't fear the Pope.
I don't fear Babylon.
I don't fear Canada.
Technically: I am an enemy of the world (Let me cite John 15:18-25), even though the war isn’t against flesh and blood, and I am to love my human enemies, by God’s grace, but against Satan, and the spiritual powers and principalities that serve him.
John 15:18-25
18 “If the world hates you, keep in mind that it hated me first. 19 If you belonged to the world, it would love you as its own. As it is, you do not belong to the world, but I have chosen you out of the world. That is why the world hates you. 20 Remember what I told you: ‘A servant is not greater than his master.’[a] If they persecuted me, they will persecute you also. If they obeyed my teaching, they will obey yours also. 21 They will treat you this way because of my name, for they do not know the one who sent me. 22 If I had not come and spoken to them, they would not be guilty of sin; but now they have no excuse for their sin. 23 Whoever hates me hates my Father as well. 24 If I had not done among them the works no one else did, they would not be guilty of sin. As it is, they have seen, and yet they have hated both me and my Father. 25 But this is to fulfill what is written in their Law: ‘They hated me without reason.’[b]
What can mere mortals do to me, the LORD is my helper? Death has even lost its sting.
To God be all the glory!
But I am MORALLY OUTRAGED for many reasons.
I am a beloved child of God, and one of God's elect.
As are all of my brothers and sisters in Christ.
And it couldn't be more clear, in how Canada tries to lure me into sin every day by double-bind that it is "dancing with the Devil" (as they call it “on the street”).
What about all the people I am surrounded by that will die rejecting Christ in no small part due to the actions of state sponsored gangsters, pimps, drug dealers, rapists, and abusers here at The Royal (each classification is not applicable to all staff at this psychiatric prison).
Meanwhile I am powerless to do anything for them.
Sometimes I feel like my impotence knows no bounds.
You can tell people about the Gospel, by God's grace.
You can reason with them, by God's grace.
You can do good to them, by God's grace.
You can pray for them and bless them, by God’s grace.
You can try, by God's grace, to be an example that there is indeed HOPE with your words and actions.
But Christ Jesus’ FREE GIFT of SALVATION can and will not be FORCED upon them.
It must be VOLUNTARILY ACCEPTED.
I have learned a lot about FORCE and how EVIL it is watching Canada spill all this HUMAN BEAN JUICE.
Shame on you, Canada.
You Forgot God.
Will the next dirty code white I endure turn into a code blue?
Staff here, from nurses and orderlies to even both my in-patient and out-patient state-backed drug dealers have thrown up the 666 hand gesture: showing their allegiance to Satan. Dr. Rogers went as far afterwards to say her current body is her glorified body. One staff member even verbally acknowledged two different days that he was a state-backed gangster, and he knew exactly what he was doing at work every day (he most certainly is NOT a ninja turtle).
So maybe if they dirty code white me again, I will end up being cut open on a slab back at The Civic a few blocks east from The Royal under a "malfunctioning anaesthetic" dying brutal via state-backed disassembly (what they call it on "the street"). I need not fear even this, should it happen, Jesus will get me through that too.
Will the Surgeons, whom due to the pharmakeia they injected me with I cannot help but be conscious of, throw up 666 hand gestures as well and scream "F**K JESUS", like the security guard did at The Civic while I was being dirty code whited one time? That was a HATE CRIME.
This wouldn't be being put in repair (as they call it "on the street"), yet again, this would be dying as brutal as possible (the concept being "F**KED TO THE MAXIMUM" which is what they call inflicting as much suffering as God permits on “the street”.).
They have been putting me in repair since CHEO, where I would be brought by my Mom with Munchhausen Syndrome. She would even sometimes bandage my wounds herself, because she was once a nurse, when my brothers or I was being brought to the hospital too often.
As a kid one of the times I was put in repair at CHEO, they damaged by penis so badly during a surgery that I first filled yogurt containers and then a bathtub full of blood. I still can't have a catheter installed, and at The Royal I was sure to tell them of this. If I am rendered unconscious and they still use one, that is on them.
The goal is, in cases of victims of MK ULTRA HUMAN SLAVERY, to continue to traumatize the victim their whole life to keep their programming intact. Fiona Barnett, my big sister in Christ, talks about this in her book, Eyes Wide Open. If they accept Jesus and are set free, one of the reasons they continue to abuse them is to hinder the progress they make in integrating.
They had me taking their pharmakeia Prozac at the young age of 12 in grade 7 in a gifted program, where I was so badly betrayed, abused and bullied by my peers I was contemplating committing suicide (Williams Syndrome children are often badly bullied and exploited, and this was the third school I had gone to).
The Prozac made it worse, and I struggled with chronic suicidal ideation for a large part of my life. It is in fact a side effect of this pharmakeia, written on their packaging, just like how cigarettes cause cancer, damage to your eyes, and even death (even though some people smoke their whole lives). Pharmakeia, just like smoking, kills.
Canada had me strung out on Babylon's pharmakeia since I was a literal child, not even a teenager. They still don't want to let me go, but rapists and abusers, gangsters, drug dealers, and pimps seldom do.
They want to take you for everything and squeeze you like a tube of toothpaste. It is no wonder that they do this, it is what their "daddy" the Devil does to them. When they get low. he even refills them.
Just now I went to take a break as I was writing my first draft of this forward and the night nurse on my unit, who is physically imposing and in a position of power over me threatened me. She said that if I ever even look at her while excising my right as a human being to access drinking water she will, and I quote "Be well within my right to..." and she trailed off. Yet another threat from the state-backed gangsters here at The Royal. So gangster the police wouldn't even investigate their crimes the first time I called them, and despite the fact that they said they would show up when I called them this past Friday, never even did that. Shame on you, Canada.
Now, what does Babylon look like?
What does their oppression look like?
It looks just like what Dr. Tabitha Rogers, Dr. Alexandra Baines, The Royal, and Canada are doing to me, and their other victims here every single day, as they continue to spill our human bean juice in a socially acceptable and presently legal way.
Remember however, once upon a time in Canada you could not only literally enslave people, as in legally consider them to be property, but you could even impregnate them, otherwise abuse them, and take their lives, with minimal to no consequence.
The colonies denied their humanity, reduced them to property to be bought and sold, exploited their labour, and subjected them to physical, sexual, psychological, and reproductive violence.
Taken from this article from a Government of Canada website.
At The Civic, despite telling staff repeatedly about my anaphylaxis to peanuts, they refused to stop serving it to all the patients on the unit during snack times.
One time, I lay dying on the floor, on camera, near the nursing station, while the patients were mocking and laughing at me. Praise the LORD that even then I was able to rejoice in my suffering. Not only that, but something was made plain to me that day that requires experiencing it firsthand, perhaps I will write a poem about this experience, too.
At The Royal, I have almost died this way three separate times: but Jesus keeps saving me. Once, a patient lied and told me that the cookies he made earlier in a hospital led group had no peanuts in them, and I thanked him for the cookie and ate it on camera.
It wasn't long before I was projectile vomiting in front of The Royal as people walked by. At least this time they were not mocking and laughing at me, or at least they were not out loud.
Once again, I am a victim of no-touch torture and extreme satanic ritual abuse, which is state sponsored. I feel like I am being eaten alive, raped, and cut open among many other unpleasant sensations every single day. Perhaps I will write poetry about this, too!
They (my enemies, see John 15:18-25 above) want to discredit me, imprison me, and baring that either kill me or double-bind me to suicide. That's Hyper Game Theory. See the resources I reference from PACTSntl.org, on my resources page.
Several patients have assaulted me physically, three of them more than once each. A staff member has assaulted me physically then later boasted that he faced no repercussions and threatened to do it again. Staff members have threatened me. Patients have explicitly threatened to kill me. Staff and patients have harassed me. Patients have sexually harassed me. My possessions have been stolen, destroyed and confiscated. The staff have obstructed justice many ways including telling me not to call the Police and punishing me when I did, removing my means of communication, and intercepting a call to 9-1-1. Staff and patients at The Royal have even spit on me. Staff members won't stop emotionally and psychologically abusing me, and I wonder if they joke that they will have no choice but to do their actual jobs. I believe Dr. Alexandra Baines perjured herself on August 27, 2025, but I am awaiting the transcripts before I make the definite assertion that she did.
My enemies at large have gang-stalked me, won't stop threatening to kill me in brutal fashions, rape me, kill my family by blood, and went as far as to threaten my entire bloodline, all via various means.
But, by God's grace, I can be happy about it the whole time though. No, I am not masochistic, I can now rejoice in my suffering: a uniquely Christian experience, praise the LORD! My enemies make my eternal reward better every day, and all things work for the good of those who love God. And, I need not fear their threats. Scripture just cannot be broken, regardless of their vain imaginations.
I learn biblical lessons, which are reinforced through continued life experience, and marvel at the sheer AWESOMENESS of God (my Abba, Christ Jesus, and the Holy Spirit) every single day.
I am now freer in Christ than ever before.
What a pickle my enemies are in: If they don't martyr me DEAD, I get to continue to seek justice, all the while they keep revealing more of the evidence themselves that I need to prove more of what has been done to me. And, they continue to go deeper into sin as well, which makes them more and more depraved, reckless and care less and less about potential consequences. If they succeed in killing me, will they be literally drinking my blood, too?
God willing, I will die rejoicing in my suffering, praising the LORD, and laughing at Satan.
Canada has agreed with Dr. Tabitha Rogers of The Royal, which on a surface level is one of Canada's leading mental health facilities, that I am incapable of consenting to treatment.
I was deemed mentally capable by Dr. Baines after my last involuntary hospitalization where I was deemed mentally incapable back in 2021, and the fact that I was is undisputed.
I wrote the advance directive and told the relevant parties in my life that under no circumstances would I ever want to be put on psychotropics again, even were I to once again be deemed mentally incapable.
Now that Dr. Rogers, The Royal (and by extension Babylon), and Canada say I am no longer capable of consenting to "treatment", could I even legally consent to it at present (not that I would as it is sin)?
Can you consent to sexual intercourse when you are heavily intoxicated with alcohol?
Can you even drive a car under the influence of alcohol?
What about under duress or coercion, for example abuse like implicit or explicit threats or various forms of physical, psychological, emotional, financial, or spiritual abuse? Under state-backed incarceration via "Kangaroo Court" (as they call it on "the street": I am referring to the Consent and Capacity Board, not the Honourable and Respectable Ontario Superior Court, the Honourable and Respectable Court of Appeals, or the Honourable and Respectable Supreme Court of Canada) with no due process: not even a charge, let alone a conviction.
Can you give consent then?
What about the patients here, who have long acting pharmakeia forcefully injected into their veins or are coerced to take it in pill format, which not only harms you and slowly kills you, but is heavily sedating and by definition alters your mind, making you more susceptible to the manipulation and abuse?
Can the patients even give consent to further treatment, including something barbaric like electroconvulsive therapy, once they have already been drugged? (Dr. Tabitha Rogers threatened me with this if I did not voluntarily submit to her drugs).
Should they be having romantic relationships with each other or staff?
Should staff be flirting with the patients, even if they were not drugged in the first place due to inherent power balance in their (state-backed gangster) professional relationship with them?
Can patients consent to something like that under the influence of this state-sponsored mind-altering poison?
One of my MK ULTRA handlers (in hindsight) was Deanne Bass, a social worker with CMHA (the Canadian Mental Health Association, where I briefly did my student placement), who was an out-patient here at The Royal, and at one point had me sleeping with another one of her clients who was also an out-patient at The Royal, and later she engaged in a predatory romantic and sexual relationship with me, which is when I first came off all of my psychotropics because despite how badly I was drugged I finally realized how much danger I was in, when she finally tried to dispose of me.
I have had sex with patients here from The Royal, on hospital property, at my parents home and cottage, my home, and at theirs. They were drugged too. It wasn't rape in a traditional sense, but I know I was exploited by the pimps and drug dealers here at The Royal, and I feel those women were, too! Not only were staff aware of it, but even Dr. Baines, who was also my in-patient drug dealer, and pimp, encouraged me to have sexual relations with a fellow in-patient under her care that self-identified as a pagan witch. I was a Christian then, fighting for my life not to take the COVID vaccine despite the forced psychotropics, and begging not to be forced to continue to take the pharmakeia.
(Soon after I accepted Christ Jesus as my Lord and Saviour, that day in that apartment building near Algonquin College, God warned me not to do three things: take vaccines, use virtual reality, and use digital currencies.)
After that fellow patient and I had sex once, I tried to put an end to the relationship, but it wasn't until after we had sex a second time that I told her I would never do that with her again. That I needed space from her since I couldn't do that kind of thing anymore: it was sin.
On August 31, 2025, I formally requested Political Asylum from Mongolia.
I want out of this abusive relationship, Canada. Let's see if you let me leave.
If you don’t: will you help me with a Peace Bond versus The Royal since it is painfully obvious that Dr. Tabitha Rogers, Dr. Alexandra Baines, the patients and the staff at The Royal have means, motive, and opportunity to harm me, harm my family (by blood), damage my property and share intimate images or videos of me?
If you do, perhaps we will see each other again at the United Nations or the International Criminal Court.
Canada, you forgot God. Now will you take the first line of the Charter out entirely?
“Whereas Canada is founded upon principles that recognize the supremacy of God and the rule of law”
It is clear to me that you forgot God. The damage is done, and that ship has sailed,
But will you now agree that you violated my religious freedoms?
When nations find out about abuses like these, especially regarding their citizens they have a duty to, they are supposed to do something about it: not continue to double-bind the victim thereby luring them into sin, walk them to suicide, discredit them, abuse them further, and imprison them without any criminal charges, let alone a conviction.
Canada, you need Jesus.
Without him, who will keep your land glorious and free?
Matthew 5:1-12
The Sermon on the Mount
5 One day as he saw the crowds gathering, Jesus went up on the mountainside and sat down. His disciples gathered around him, 2 and he began to teach them.
The Beatitudes
3 “God blesses those who are poor and realize their need for him,
for the Kingdom of Heaven is theirs.
4 God blesses those who mourn,
for they will be comforted.
5 God blesses those who are humble,
for they will inherit the whole earth.
6 God blesses those who hunger and thirst for justice,
for they will be satisfied.
7 God blesses those who are merciful,
for they will be shown mercy.
8 God blesses those whose hearts are pure,
for they will see God.
9 God blesses those who work for peace,
for they will be called the children of God.
10 God blesses those who are persecuted for doing right,
for the Kingdom of Heaven is theirs.
11 “God blesses you when people mock you and persecute you and lie about you and say all sorts of evil things against you because you are my followers. 12 Be happy about it! Be very glad! For a great reward awaits you in heaven. And remember, the ancient prophets were persecuted in the same way.
Psalm 9
For the director of music. To the tune of “The Death of the Son.” A psalm of David.
1 I will give thanks to you, Lord, with all my heart;
I will tell of all your wonderful deeds.
2 I will be glad and rejoice in you;
I will sing the praises of your name, O Most High.
3 My enemies turn back;
they stumble and perish before you.
4 For you have upheld my right and my cause,
sitting enthroned as the righteous judge.
5 You have rebuked the nations and destroyed the wicked;
you have blotted out their name for ever and ever.
6 Endless ruin has overtaken my enemies,
you have uprooted their cities;
even the memory of them has perished.
7 The Lord reigns forever;
he has established his throne for judgment.
8 He rules the world in righteousness
and judges the peoples with equity.
9 The Lord is a refuge for the oppressed,
a stronghold in times of trouble.
10 Those who know your name trust in you,
for you, Lord, have never forsaken those who seek you.
11 Sing the praises of the Lord, enthroned in Zion;
proclaim among the nations what he has done.
12 For he who avenges blood remembers;
he does not ignore the cries of the afflicted.
13 Lord, see how my enemies persecute me!
Have mercy and lift me up from the gates of death,
14 that I may declare your praises
in the gates of Daughter Zion,
and there rejoice in your salvation.
15 The nations have fallen into the pit they have dug;
their feet are caught in the net they have hidden.
16 The Lord is known by his acts of justice;
the wicked are ensnared by the work of their hands.[c]
17 The wicked go down to the realm of the dead,
all the nations that forget God.
18 But God will never forget the needy;
the hope of the afflicted will never perish.
19 Arise, Lord, do not let mortals triumph;
let the nations be judged in your presence.
20 Strike them with terror, Lord;
let the nations know they are only mortal.
Revelation 6
The Seals
6 I watched as the Lamb opened the first of the seven seals. Then I heard one of the four living creatures say in a voice like thunder, “Come!” 2 I looked, and there before me was a white horse! Its rider held a bow, and he was given a crown, and he rode out as a conqueror bent on conquest.
3 When the Lamb opened the second seal, I heard the second living creature say, “Come!” 4 Then another horse came out, a fiery red one. Its rider was given power to take peace from the earth and to make people kill each other. To him was given a large sword.
5 When the Lamb opened the third seal, I heard the third living creature say, “Come!” I looked, and there before me was a black horse! Its rider was holding a pair of scales in his hand. 6 Then I heard what sounded like a voice among the four living creatures, saying, “Two pounds[a] of wheat for a day’s wages,[b] and six pounds[c] of barley for a day’s wages,[d] and do not damage the oil and the wine!”
7 When the Lamb opened the fourth seal, I heard the voice of the fourth living creature say, “Come!” 8 I looked, and there before me was a pale horse! Its rider was named Death, and Hades was following close behind him. They were given power over a fourth of the earth to kill by sword, famine and plague, and by the wild beasts of the earth.
9 When he opened the fifth seal, I saw under the altar the souls of those who had been slain because of the word of God and the testimony they had maintained. 10 They called out in a loud voice, “How long, Sovereign Lord, holy and true, until you judge the inhabitants of the earth and avenge our blood?” 11 Then each of them was given a white robe, and they were told to wait a little longer, until the full number of their fellow servants, their brothers and sisters,[e] were killed just as they had been.
12 I watched as he opened the sixth seal. There was a great earthquake. The sun turned black like sackcloth made of goat hair, the whole moon turned blood red, 13 and the stars in the sky fell to earth, as figs drop from a fig tree when shaken by a strong wind. 14 The heavens receded like a scroll being rolled up, and every mountain and island was removed from its place.
15 Then the kings of the earth, the princes, the generals, the rich, the mighty, and everyone else, both slave and free, hid in caves and among the rocks of the mountains. 16 They called to the mountains and the rocks, “Fall on us and hide us[f] from the face of him who sits on the throne and from the wrath of the Lamb! 17 For the great day of their[g] wrath has come, and who can withstand it?”
Revelation 18
The Fall of Babylon
18 After all this I saw another angel come down from heaven with great authority, and the earth grew bright with his splendor. 2 He gave a mighty shout:
“Babylon is fallen—that great city is fallen!
She has become a home for demons.
She is a hideout for every foul[a] spirit,
a hideout for every foul vulture
and every foul and dreadful animal.[b]
3 For all the nations have fallen[c]
because of the wine of her passionate immorality.
The kings of the world
have committed adultery with her.
Because of her desires for extravagant luxury,
the merchants of the world have grown rich.”
4 Then I heard another voice calling from heaven,
“Come away from her, my people.
Do not take part in her sins,
or you will be punished with her.
5 For her sins are piled as high as heaven,
and God remembers her evil deeds.
6 Do to her as she has done to others.
Double her penalty[d] for all her evil deeds.
She brewed a cup of terror for others,
so brew twice as much[e] for her.
7 She glorified herself and lived in luxury,
so match it now with torment and sorrow.
She boasted in her heart,
‘I am queen on my throne.
I am no helpless widow,
and I have no reason to mourn.’
8 Therefore, these plagues will overtake her in a single day—
death and mourning and famine.
She will be completely consumed by fire,
for the Lord God who judges her is mighty.”
9 And the kings of the world who committed adultery with her and enjoyed her great luxury will mourn for her as they see the smoke rising from her charred remains. 10 They will stand at a distance, terrified by her great torment. They will cry out,
“How terrible, how terrible for you,
O Babylon, you great city!
In a single moment
God’s judgment came on you.”
11 The merchants of the world will weep and mourn for her, for there is no one left to buy their goods. 12 She bought great quantities of gold, silver, jewels, and pearls; fine linen, purple, silk, and scarlet cloth; things made of fragrant thyine wood, ivory goods, and objects made of expensive wood; and bronze, iron, and marble. 13 She also bought cinnamon, spice, incense, myrrh, frankincense, wine, olive oil, fine flour, wheat, cattle, sheep, horses, wagons, and bodies—that is, human slaves.
14 “The fancy things you loved so much
are gone,” they cry.
“All your luxuries and splendor
are gone forever,
never to be yours again.”
15 The merchants who became wealthy by selling her these things will stand at a distance, terrified by her great torment. They will weep and cry out,
16 “How terrible, how terrible for that great city!
She was clothed in finest purple and scarlet linens,
decked out with gold and precious stones and pearls!
17 In a single moment
all the wealth of the city is gone!”
And all the captains of the merchant ships and their passengers and sailors and crews will stand at a distance. 18 They will cry out as they watch the smoke ascend, and they will say, “Where is there another city as great as this?” 19 And they will weep and throw dust on their heads to show their grief. And they will cry out,
“How terrible, how terrible for that great city!
The shipowners became wealthy
by transporting her great wealth on the seas.
In a single moment it is all gone.”
20 Rejoice over her fate, O heaven
and people of God and apostles and prophets!
For at last God has judged her
for your sakes.
21 Then a mighty angel picked up a boulder the size of a huge millstone. He threw it into the ocean and shouted,
“Just like this, the great city Babylon
will be thrown down with violence
and will never be found again.
22 The sound of harps, singers, flutes, and trumpets
will never be heard in you again.
No craftsmen and no trades
will ever be found in you again.
The sound of the mill
will never be heard in you again.
23 The light of a lamp
will never shine in you again.
The happy voices of brides and grooms
will never be heard in you again.
For your merchants were the greatest in the world,
and you deceived the nations with your sorceries.
24 In your[f] streets flowed the blood of the prophets and of God’s holy people
and the blood of people slaughtered all over the world.”
Do my human enemies hate me more than they love themselves?
If they truly loved themselves, they would stop rejecting Christ Jesus free gift of salvation so they do not ultimately end up in the lake of fire with the Devil (who is DOOMED, and his bitter tears will not keep him wet in the unquenchable fire that is reserved for him).
I am weak. I am broken. I am helpless. I am powerless. I am victim of no-touch torture. I am a victim of extreme satanic ritual abuse. I am retarded (Williams Syndrome). I am a rape victim. I am homeless. I am jobless. I am a Christian. I am treated as the scum of the earth.
But, I am a beloved child of my Abba, a servant and friend of Jesus Christ, and a temple of the Holy Spirit. I am one of God’s elect. I am one of many fools for Christ. I am but one of the little ones of Christ Jesus.
God is all powerful. All knowing. Everywhere. Eternal. Perfect.
Babylon will fall. Satan and all those that follow him to the lake will suffer eternal torment. Scripture cannot be broken.
I do not know better than the one who made me, nor am I more compassionate.
To God be all the glory.
Please, if you are reading this, and you are not saved, I am begging you, accept Christ Jesus’ free gift of salvation, and you will not be expected to carry a cross you cannot bear, and no matter what you may have done to yourself, God, my brother and sisters in Christ, or others, we will love each other PERFECTLY once we get our glorified bodies, united in LOVE in CHRIST.
Revelation 21:4
4 He will wipe every tear from their eyes, and there will be no more death or sorrow or crying or pain. All these things are gone forever.”
If my Abba can protect me from all of my enemies, he can do it for you.
If Jesus can save and forgive me after all I have done, he can do it for you.
If the Holy Holy Holy, Holy Spirit can and will dwell within me, he can and will do it for you too, if you but believe.
John 6:29
29 Jesus told them, “This is the only work God wants from you: Believe in the one he has sent.”
Christ Jesus is the LORD of LORDS and KING of KINGS.
My eternal allegiance is to Christ Jesus.
No amount of SPILLED HUMAN BEAN JUICE can do anything about it.
Scripture cannot be broken.
To God be all the glory.