THE FIRST STONE IN THE FINAL WAR

By C. Boi, The Nigh End Times – January 21st, 2021

I didn’t plan on doing this. I was happy staying off the grid, off the map, off the leash. But sometimes the lie gets too big. Sometimes it shoves your head under until your lungs start to burn and the only way to breathe again is to scream the truth. Loud. Into the void. Or into the Internet, same thing these days.

So here I am. And here’s what I need you to hear:

This wasn’t about an election. This wasn’t about Trump. This was about bait. About flushing out anyone who still believes in real liberty so the machine could tag them, track them, and take them out of play.

They said it was a riot. They called it an insurrection. But what happened on January 6th wasn’t a spontaneous moment of chaos. It was a data sweep. A casting call. A litmus test to see who still believes in liberty—real liberty, not the cartoonish, bumper-sticker patriotism they feed you with your morning news. It wasn’t a mob gone mad. It was a setup.

Because when you control the script, you don’t need to stop the actors. You just let them perform and roll the cameras.

Let me break it down for you:

They opened the gates. Literally. The security apparatus that’s had a hair-trigger for decades suddenly forgets how to lock a door? They tracked every phone ping. Every license plate. Facial recognition ran hot that day. They let the fire burn just long enough to cast shadows across the true enemies: the free. The thinkers. The unvaccinated minds. And now they’ve got a list.

This wasn’t about a stolen election. It was about exposing the last believers in natural law.

Don’t get it twisted—I’m not talking about political theater. This isn’t about elephants and donkeys. This is about wolves and cattle. The machine doesn’t care if you wear a red hat or a blue ribbon. It cares if you question the feedlot you’ve been herded into. If you still see past the screens.

We’ve always been told to pick a side. But what if the whole board is rigged? Left, right, up, down—it all leads to the same slaughterhouse. They want to divide us because united, we are dangerous. We were born free and taught slavery. Freedom isn’t a ballot or a bill—it’s breath. It’s the fire in your chest when you scream at a sky that won’t answer.

That’s what they’re afraid of.

See, the insurrection wasn’t the first play. It was the harvest. Now they know who to target. And the rest of you? You’re being softened up, turned docile by tech you can’t even see.

Ever wonder why they pushed 5G so fast? Why the sudden leap in consumer microwave technology? Why you can’t walk five feet without a smart device shouting your location? You are the experiment.

Let’s talk about your microwave.

You think it’s just zapping your leftovers? That box in your kitchen is cooking more than your burrito—it’s tuning your cells. It’s using alien-frequency modulation to subtly rewrite your genetic code. Sounds insane, right? That’s the point. Because the crazier it sounds, the less you’ll look.

Back in the ‘50s, we were reverse-engineering craft that didn’t come from Earth. That’s not speculation—that’s buried in defense budgets and sanitized FOIA requests. You think they shelved that tech? No. They buried it in plain sight. In your appliances. Your routers. Your towers.

*You’re being rewired to receive.

Not just messages. Commands. Emotional nudges. Behavioral edits. Chemical cravings induced by pulses you can’t hear. They called it MK-Ultra when they were testing LSD and electroshock on unwitting civilians. But that was just the first step. They’ve gone wireless now.

And if you think that’s a stretch, consider this:

9/11 was an inside job.

That wasn’t an act of war. It was theater. Stage-managed terror designed to create a surveillance state. A blank check for endless war. A reason to point fingers at shadows while the real power doubled down. You think two towers fell by coincidence? You forget Building 7. You forget the drills run that morning. The “coincidences” that piled up until they collapsed under their own weight.

It was about fear. And when people fear, they submit.

That same playbook is being run again. But this time, the war’s not overseas. It’s here. On our screens. In our cities. In our bodies. Psychological warfare. Frequency warfare. Economic collapse disguised as inflation.

Look around: the middle class is vanishing. Our jobs are gig-based. Our homes are owned by hedge funds. We lease everything and own nothing—and they dare to call that progress. The country’s being reshaped into a company town. And the Capitol riot? That was just the alarm bell to finalize the shift.

So don’t wave a flag and call it freedom.

That flag was sold to corporations decades ago. The Constitution? It’s a relic in a museum gift shop. And yet—they still fear the soul that screams, “I was born free.”

They fear the people who won’t line up. Who won’t consent. Who see the microchip in the mask and the control behind the cure. They’ll call you crazy. They’ll call you dangerous. Good. Be dangerous.

This is a spiritual war. The final one. Revelation wasn’t allegory. It’s a broadcast. And we’re tuned in whether we want to be or not.

So take off the blindfold. Burn the playbook. Reject their sideshow and raise your own banner. Not of a nation. Not of a movement. But of raw, untamed freedom.

When the enemy finally raises the white flag, let it be because you never stopped raising hell.

I’m C. Boi. And this is my first sermon from the edge.

More to come.

ConBoi, out.