“As it was in the days of Noah, so shall it be at the coming of the Son of Man.” Matthew 24:37
Humanity has lost its understanding of what it means to have been made in the image of Yahweh, our Creator. This is not new, nor is it unintentional. Before the earth was destroyed by the Great Flood, in the time of Noah, the fallen angels, in their rebellion against Yahweh, taught mankind to despise His image. Transhumanism is not new, it dates back to the beginning.
“Then Yahweh said, ‘Let us make mankind in Our image, in Our likeness, so that they may rule over the fish in the sea and the birds in the sky, over the livestock and all the wild animals, and over all the creatures that move along the ground.’ So Yahweh created mankind in His own image, in the image of Yahweh He created them; male and female He created them.” Genesis 1:26-27
Not all of heaven rejoiced in the creation of a race made in Yahweh’s image and Satan’s rebellion targeted mankind, the fallen angels completed the corruption of man physically (1 Enoch 7:1-10), which Satan had began spiritually (Genesis 3:1-7). They perverted His image to reflect their own. They did not only alter the DNA of man (Deoxyribonucleic acid is a molecule that encodes the genetic instructions used in the development and functioning of all known living organisms and many viruses), but that of plants, animals, birds, reptiles and fish, by crossbreeding and creating hybrids. Creatures who were part angel and part man or part angel or man and one type of creature walked the earth and lived in water.
This evil angered Yahweh, and He decided to destroy the earth and everything in it.
“And Yahweh looked upon the earth, and, behold, it was corrupt; for all flesh had corrupted his way upon the earth. And Yahweh said unto Noah, ‘The end of all flesh is come before me; for the earth is filled with violence through them; and, behold, I will destroy them with the earth.'” Genesis 6:12-13
Noah and his family (and certain creatures) were chosen to live, because their DNA was not corrupted, and so they were to repopulate the earth after the flood.
Noah was ‘perfect in his generations’, which means ‘perfect in nature’, since his DNA was not corrupted.
“But Noah found grace in the eyes of Yahweh. These are the generations of Noah: Noah was a just man and perfect in his generations, and Noah walked with Yahweh. And Noah had three sons; Shem, Ham, and Japheth.” Genesis 7:8-10
Only Noah and his family — his three sons, their wives and Noah’s wife — and the creatures Yahweh commanded to enter the ark (that Noah built at Yahweh’s command) survived.
“Yahweh then said to Noah, ‘Go into the ark, you and your whole family, because I have found you righteous in this generation. Take with you seven pairs of every kind of clean animal, a male and its mate, and one pair of every kind of unclean animal, a male and its mate, and also seven pairs of every kind of bird, male and female, to keep their various kinds alive throughout the earth. Seven days from now I will send rain on the earth for forty days and forty nights, and I will wipe from the face of the earth every living creature I have made.’” Genesis 7:1-4
Humans were not just victims, as Adam and Eve had to be willing to partake of the forbidden fruit, so did their descendants have to be willing to participate in the corruption of their own physical nature, just like we have people today paying large sums of money for plastic surgery to ‘enhance’ their looks. It is now, as it was then, all about despising His image.
The ability to recombine DNA from separate species exists now. The ability to use nanotechnology integrated into human bodies exists now. The ability to build robotics which can work in and with the human anatomy exists now. It has been around for a while, we are only being eased into it, gradually, through entertainment and ‘news’. Here are some examples:
A toy helicopter, called the Orbit BCI (brain-computer interface), controlled by nothing but brainwaves. An electroencephalography (EEG) headset is used to measure increases in mental concentration. The helicopter can then be configured, so that the more the user concentrates, the higher it flies.
The base of the Orbit is a pyramid with a circle (representing the All-Seeing Eye). It is simply another Illuminati ploy to enslave our minds by making us believe we can be superhuman and better than the way Yahweh created us.
Vawter scaled the 103 floors of Chicago’s Willis Tower with what researchers describe as the ‘world’s first neural-controlled bionic leg’, in 2012.
The leg reacts based on brainwaves, meaning that he controls it with his thoughts by harnessing nerves that formerly regulated the missing limb’s movement. Whenever Vawter thinks he wants to move his leg, the brain signal travels down his spinal cord and is picked up by electrodes in the bionic limb. He can bend his knee, extend his leg, rotate his ankle and walk normally.
Harbisson, who was born colour blind, but now perceives colour through hearing. He has an electronic eye: a colour sensor between his eyes connected to a chip installed at the back of his head that transforms colour frequencies into sound frequencies that he can hear through his bone. Harbisson has had the electronic eye permanently attached to his head since 2004.
The fallen angels created terrestrial and aquatic hybrids. The aquatic creatures could not enter the ark, but they survived the flood, and the aquatic hybrids (which are amphibious) mated with human women in the post-flood world to make terrestrial hybrids (see Pagan gods and Who is the Neanderthal man?). Man has been negatively affected by the gene mutation caused by the corruption of our genes by these fallen beings.
Below is an excerpt from the story of Zain Verjee, who has had to live with a skin condition which is a product of this gene mutation:
I have spent more than a decade of my professional career on international television, my face visible to millions each day. Yet I have spent a lifetime hiding.
For years, I guard a painful secret: I can’t bear to look in the mirror.
I have fish-like scales. There are tiny red islands floating on the surface of my skin. They combine to create continents with jagged surfaces. They turn black and start to smell. There is blood and pus.
My scalp spits out silver flakes. My ears are filled with crusts. I leave white specks wherever I sit. I float in long, loose clothes. My hands betray me. The sores sit openly.
My nails are dented with pockmarks. I find strands of hair on the sheets and pillowcases every morning.
I suffer from psoriasis. It has ravaged my body since I was eight. At its worst my plaques look like leprosy. I feel like a leper.
“Please can you leave the pool,” a woman once told me when I was 22, visiting the Dead Sea in Israel, “we’re not comfortable with you in it.” She is horrified at my body. I am ashamed. I hang my head.
The landscape from my neck down is chaos.
My face is flawless. Compliments are endless. But I am acutely aware that a horror film unfolds in secret beneath my clothes. I am effervescent and radiant on the outside and rotting inside. Which is the real me?…
Imagine the nightmarish teen years. I cower from close friendships. No one can know the truth. I never date. Intimacy is out of the question. I have no sensation of touch. The scales are too thick.
The itch is unbearable. I scratch back and forth until there is blood. It is too raw to do any more. I am filled with rage and humiliation.
So I disappear in my head, create fictional stories and characters.
Somehow, my imagination takes me far. I am in my early 20s, and it’s the beginning of my career. I am anchoring the prime time shows in Kenya. Tonight is a big opportunity. My game face is on.
I’ve spent the afternoon on hair and makeup. As I settle into the anchor’s chair, I hear the faint rustle of plastic shrink wrap. I have wrapped up my legs and torso in the clingy film after soaking my scales in Vaseline so that the pain is lessened and the putrid smell contained. The director calls out. The floor manager cues me. The lights on, news copy in my hands, I smile and welcome millions of Kenyans into the studio.
The contrast is sharp — behind closed doors, I have given up. I am on the floor. I am crying, screaming and itching insanely. My mother cries. I rarely see her cry. The last time was when my grandfather died.
Then an angel arrives.
A family friend approaches mum. “Your daughter looks unwell. She is losing her hair. What is the matter?” My mother, at her wits end, tells the woman the truth. “George,” the angel says. “Tell her to go to George.”
George is a small town in South Africa. I learn there is a clinic that specializes in treating severe skin disease. I adamantly refuse. I have had enough of doctors, hospitals, foul smelling topical creams and hopes dashed. Mum convinces me.
In a week, I find myself there against my wishes. I withstand the indignity, once again, of being naked, the grotesque lesions under neon light, and I listen to the shocked gasps of the doctors and nurses.
“We’ve never seen it this bad,” one says in the tiny examination room.
I glance dully outside the window of my room to see a blue lake and a blue sky amid green trees and grass. Postcard perfect. I count the hours.
“What do you do?” I am asked.
“Nothing,” I respond curtly to any one who dares make conversation with me. I certainly don’t want to start a conversation about being on television or hosting a radio show for that matter. What would my viewers on KTN and listeners on Capital FM Radio think of me?
Mind, body and spirit are the focus at this clinic. It sounds insane to me. I am told to do mediation, deep relaxation and creative visualization three times a day. I lie on the floor listening to the voice in charge.
“Every day in every way I am getting better and better. I have no desire to eat the foods I know are bad for me…” I brainwash myself. It works.
I eat yogurt or bran for breakfast, salads or fish for lunch and chicken for dinner. Nothing tastes good. I yearn for Tabasco. I drink only herbal tea and torrents of water.
It has been two weeks, and I see something no one else can see — a tiny shift. In the center of one thick plaque, there is a slight thinning. I can discern this little dent only because I have been touching my skin.
Every 28 days, I see progress. It is small. But it is there. The months pass. The smell stops. The centers of the lesions disappear like small mountains collapsing on themselves. They turn from red to pink to white.
I watch with fascination the metamorphosis of my skin. The continents on my body move apart with the seismic change in my mind. The scales no longer build. Then they are gone. I can’t believe it.
It has been six months. I am clear. I am in remission. I have no scales. I am normal. I am finally free.
And there is no medication. Only food. “Let food be thy medicine and medicine be thy food.”
When I walk triumphantly into my dermatologist’s office, she is startled. I healed myself with the power of my mind, I announce. She is shocked. She later tells me she believes there is a place for natural healing in medicine.
Zain Verjee’s psoriasis went into remission for 10 years. She still battles the condition today.
Transhumanism and cyborgism are promoted in the media, through films, cartoons, literature and music videos:
They are many more examples: The Six Million Dollar Man, The Incredible Hulk, Wonder Woman, Robocop, Inspector Gadget… (Bruce Wayne is a mind control slave and Batman is his alter persona, which is triggered when he sees the Bat Signal. The Dark Night also refers to Satan, as does Superman. Catwoman, Batman’s adversary, is also a mind control slave; ‘Catwoman’ is an allusion to ‘Sex Kitten’). Note that Spiderman makes the ‘devil’s horns’ sign when he’s shooting a web (see Symbolism of Superheroes).
Before the flood, the civilisation was a highly advanced one. They had technology taught to them by the fallen angels. They learned sorcery and metallurgy, they had planes, helicopters, spacecrafts for space missions, computers, ships, submarines, electricity, batteries, radios, cameras, televisions, telephones, machine guns, tanks… They built cities and they turned away from Yahweh and worshipped the fallen angels as ‘gods’.
There were pilots who controlled aircrafts and spacecrafts with their minds. They had tubes connected to their mouths and their eyes and to the centre point of their heads. The tubes were flying devices and were attached to the neurons of their minds, which would send out a particle ray that would operate computers that would lift the spacecraft or aircraft into the air.
Here’s a related article:
“If Batman and Iron Man got together in the lab to patch together a new outfit, it might look like this:
Meet the Lorica, a new suit of high-tech armor named after the armor worn by the Roman legions. It’s made from a blend of lightweight, flexible materials and comes with Wi-Fi and Bluetooth connectivity, a point-of-view camera, a microphone and 52 pressure sensors that send data to an external computer program.
It’s built by an Australian company that had real-world warriors, not superheroes, in mind.
The idea? To let martial artists compete at full speed with weapons in much the way bare-fisted fighters currently do in mixed-martial arts competitions such as the Ultimate Fighting Championship.
“We have been overwhelmed,” said David Pysden, CEO of Unified Weapons Master, referring to the response from martial artists who have seen the suits.
“We literally have heard from hundreds and hundreds of people who have been practicing for 20 or 30 years in weapons-based arts who have had no true way to test their skills without seriously injuring someone, or worse.”
The suit was developed over the course of four years by a team of martial artists and engineers with a digital-tech background. One of the developers is an armorer who helped build more than 2,500 suits of armor for the ‘Lord of the Rings’ movies.
Aside from its obvious role as protection, the suit’s key feature is a set of 52 impact sensors spaced throughout. When struck, those sensors transmit data, via Bluetooth or Wi-Fi, telling a computer where, and how hard, the blow landed.
“We know the damage that would have occurred to an unprotected competitor if they weren’t wearing the suit, and we can display that in real time,” Pysden said.
The system would allow fighters in a competition to score points with each successful blow against their opponents while eliminating the guesswork sometimes involved with human judges.”
Freerunning or Parkour, Freediving and Daredevil climbing are performed by transhumans who have been transplanted with animal organs (terrestrial and aquatic creatures):
“What has been will be again, what has been done will be done again; there is nothing new under the sun.” Ecclesiastes 1:9
Man wants to evolve into a ‘better species’, that is smarter, faster and stronger. But at what price? To reflect the image of demoted spiritual beings.
“Above all, you must understand that in the last days scoffers will come, scoffing and following their own evil desires. They will say, ‘Where is this ‘coming’ He promised? Ever since our ancestors died, everything goes on as it has since the beginning of creation.’ But they deliberately forget that long ago by Yahweh’s word the heavens came into being and the earth was formed out of water and by water. By these waters also the world of that time was deluged and destroyed. By the same word the present heavens and earth are reserved for fire, being kept for the day of judgment and destruction of the ungodly.” 2 Peter 3:3-7