I. The Junction
There is a place in the shadow where the tracks all meet. It is not chaos. It is not random. Satan is not improvising. He is operating a rail yard.
Every ideology — feminism, materialism, scientism, pornography, pharmaceuticals, digital entertainment — barrels forward on its own glistening steel line, self-contained, specialized, efficient. But they converge. All the tracks bend toward one hub: the distraction from God and the fragmentation of the human soul. Minds are compartmentalized. Families are scattered. Bodies are commodified. Spirit is severed from form. The junction does not blow whistles or sound alarms. It hums, steady and mechanical, beneath the noise of daily life. But at the end of its lines is one destination: dis-integration.
II. The Tentacles
Like the writhing limbs of some mythic sea beast — Cthulhu, Leviathan — the ideologies stretch out, each seeking a different part of the human body.
One targets the intellect: it offers knowledge without wisdom.
One ensnares the appetite: it inflames hunger without discipline.
One fondles the affections: it simulates love without covenant.
One desecrates the womb: it promises freedom through barrenness.
Each tentacle flatters. Each whispers, “You will not surely die.”
But what it promises as freedom, it delivers as bondage.
What it offers as enlightenment, it siphons in life-blood.
And when the whole body is entangled, the will no longer resists. The soul forgets it was once whole.
III. The Objective
Do not be deceived. The endgame is not chaos. The end is sterility.
Infanticide is not incidental. Family breakdown is not accidental. Gender confusion is not merely cultural drift. Delayed marriage, sexual inversion, the endless adolescence of adult men — these are not signs of cultural entropy alone. They are tactical disruptions.
If Satan cannot kill God, he will kill His Fatherly image. If he cannot dethrone the Logos, he will sever the line of His seed. If he cannot end creation, he will sterilize it.
The war is not against productivity or pleasure — it is against fruitfulness. Because fruitfulness is the mark of covenant life. And covenant is what the serpent hates.
IV. The Medium
Behold the tower reborn.
This time not of brick and mortar, but pixels and waves. The mass media is Babel rebuilt — a single, global language not of unity in God, but of unity in lust, envy, and curated fear. Its primary target is not men, but women.
The imaginations of mothers and daughters are shaped by the screen — shaped to desire what cannot satisfy, to fear what does not threaten, and to envy what does not exist. And in this shaping, the pattern of the home is broken. Boys are raised without fathers — or worse, by fathers who have been feminized. Girls are taught to become gods of emotional expectation, a dead end of barren priestesses in empty temples.
The curse is recursive. The tower rises in Babel. Its top claims to reach to the heavens.
V. The Counter Stroke
But there is another rail line.
Christ, the breaker of yokes, the crusher of serpents, the gardener of ruined vineyards — He has laid new track. He has torn up the rails of death and reoriented the junction. He does not merely preach against the serpent’s lies.
He replants Eden.
The Gospel rebinds the fragmented soul. It calls man and woman back under one Lord. It restores covenant, fruitfulness, dominion, peace. The Church must not simply expose falsehood — it must outbuild it.
With families. With schools. With trades. With altars. With song.
With structures that echo another Kingdom. For every junction the enemy lays, Christ lays a gate. And the gates of hell shall not prevail.
