False Fears are Inculcated into Us

False fears are invariably predicated on lies and,

Whilst God Loves a Trier,

The Devil Loves a Liar

 

“Tell the Truth and Shame the Devil”

is another maxim that has resonated with me from all those decades ago when I first heard it, most probably from my dear and departed mother, Jean.
It is interesting to me that, for some at least, it appears to fall on stony ground, even within the confines of my own family.

Now, why might that be the case?

Could it be that some are simply closed off to the Truth? I would posit that is manifestly the case.

Whilst I readily delve into those matters that some may regard as taboo or, alternatively, as beyond the powers of their cognisance, I have to admit that the false ‘god’ of this world is the demiurge and its influence is so vast and so pervasive that its tentacles simply squeeze the individual within its false grasp to the point where he is consumed with fear.

That fear is invariably engineered, after all is it not the case that we come into the world in a fear-less state of being? In fact, there exist agencies of the fake state whose very intention is to generate fear, as exemplified by SAGE, whose notorious lies were so prevalent during the Divoc 91 psy-op.

However, when the facts of the matter are revealed, then those fears disappear as readily as a fart into the wind.

‘False fears’ is an expression I first came into contact with as a youth when studying the poetry of John Donne who wrote,

“True and false fears let us refrain, 
Let us love nobly, and live, and add again

Years and years unto years, till we attain 
To write threescore: this is the second of our reign.”

― John Donne (1572-1631), The Complete English Poems

Again, it is to be noted how often eternal Truth is expressed via the medium of fiction and/or that of poetry.

In his playful poem of seduction, The Flea, Donne again uses the expression, albeit as part of a literary conceit by which he hopes to get into the knickers of the woman he is attempting to seduce,

Cruel and sudden, hast thou since
Purpled thy nail, in blood of innocence?

Wherein could this flea guilty be,

Except in that drop which it sucked from thee?

Yet thou triumph’st, and say’st that thou

Find’st not thy self, nor me the weaker now;
‘

Tis true; then learn how false fears be:
Just so much honor, when thou yield’st to me,

Will waste, as this flea’s death took life from thee.

Later in life, Donne became a ‘man of the cloth’ and his poetry reflected his change,

As he that fears God fears nothing else, so he that sees God sees everything else.

Wherefore, it is incumbent upon the individual to apply reason – the logos – to any and all of the psy-ops that are specifically designed to engender false fears within the uncritical listener/viewer.

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