Let me set the stage.
It’s 1910. Little John Boy Walton and his pa just got their first real treasure: a shiny, leather-bound, gold-leaf Scofield, Reference Bible.
And guess what?
It was FREE.
That’s right — free as sin. Courtesy of the ever-so-generous Mr. Rockefeller, who; out of the kindness of his Standard Oil heart, funded the printing of this literal, theological bioweapon through none other than the Oxford University Press.
Because nothing says "trustworthy Word of God" like the Rothschild-Rockefeller-funded Oxford Press, right?
Now the folks down in Appalachia didn’t even have a radio. No TV for another 40 years. So every night, Ma and Pa and the kids would gather round and read—by candlelight—their brand-new, demon-authored, gold-trimmed, fire-birthed theological nuke straight from the bottomless pit and the deepest reaches of SATAN'S WOMB.
And it worked.
Oh, it worked like hell.
Because that's where it was from.
And everyone forgot.
They forgot that Israel is the Body of Christ, just like every single Apostle taught.
Just like every early Church Father preached for over a thousand years.
Just like Paul wrote in Romans 9, Galatians 3, Ephesians 2, and all through the New Testament.
But none of that mattered anymore.
Because Scofield, who wasn’t a prophet, but a criminal lawyer turned occult Bible editor—had just divided the Word of God like a butcher carving up covenant into dispensational meat chunks.
And now by 1914?
All the old seminaries?
They started fawning over this infernal new Bible like it was the Gospel itself.
If you weren’t preaching Scofield’s dispensational chart circus, you weren’t “rightly dividing.” You were outdated. Irrelevant.
You weren't hip.
Fast forward 40 or so years.
And somewhere in a gilded skyscraper:
“Yes, Mr. Rothschild here.
We’ve brainwashed the American church for 35 years now, so we think it’s safe — we’re taking Palestine with the UN soldiers.
All according to plan.
Yes, yes — we only murdered about 20,000 people.
No biggie.
Oh, and a bunch of them were Christians — don’t worry, I shot most of them right between the eyes.
Now… could you be a dear and send over some tanks, please?
Yes, that’s right — tanks, and some Air Force jet tech.
I heard you’ve got a few of Hitler's Nazi engineers working on that new NASA space thing.
Best of luck.”
You see how that worked?
They didn't just hijack theology.
They hijacked reality.
And it worked.
Oh, it worked like Hell.
Because that’s exactly where it came from.
Straight out of the pit —
Whispered into Scofield’s ear by spirits his commentary never warned you about.
Packaged in Oxford gloss and leather and gold.
Distributed by Rockefeller oil money.
And spoon-fed to a Church too poor to own a radio and too trusting to smell the sulfur.
It’s 1910. Little John Boy Walton and his pa just got their first real treasure: a shiny, leather-bound, gold-leaf Scofield, Reference Bible.
And guess what?
It was FREE.
That’s right — free as sin. Courtesy of the ever-so-generous Mr. Rockefeller, who; out of the kindness of his Standard Oil heart, funded the printing of this literal, theological bioweapon through none other than the Oxford University Press.
Because nothing says "trustworthy Word of God" like the Rothschild-Rockefeller-funded Oxford Press, right?
Now the folks down in Appalachia didn’t even have a radio. No TV for another 40 years. So every night, Ma and Pa and the kids would gather round and read—by candlelight—their brand-new, demon-authored, gold-trimmed, fire-birthed theological nuke straight from the bottomless pit and the deepest reaches of SATAN'S WOMB.
And it worked.
Oh, it worked like hell.
Because that's where it was from.
And everyone forgot.
They forgot that Israel is the Body of Christ, just like every single Apostle taught.
Just like every early Church Father preached for over a thousand years.
Just like Paul wrote in Romans 9, Galatians 3, Ephesians 2, and all through the New Testament.
But none of that mattered anymore.
Because Scofield, who wasn’t a prophet, but a criminal lawyer turned occult Bible editor—had just divided the Word of God like a butcher carving up covenant into dispensational meat chunks.
And now by 1914?
All the old seminaries?
They started fawning over this infernal new Bible like it was the Gospel itself.
If you weren’t preaching Scofield’s dispensational chart circus, you weren’t “rightly dividing.” You were outdated. Irrelevant.
You weren't hip.
Fast forward 40 or so years.
And somewhere in a gilded skyscraper:
“Yes, Mr. Rothschild here.
We’ve brainwashed the American church for 35 years now, so we think it’s safe — we’re taking Palestine with the UN soldiers.
All according to plan.
Yes, yes — we only murdered about 20,000 people.
No biggie.
Oh, and a bunch of them were Christians — don’t worry, I shot most of them right between the eyes.
Now… could you be a dear and send over some tanks, please?
Yes, that’s right — tanks, and some Air Force jet tech.
I heard you’ve got a few of Hitler's Nazi engineers working on that new NASA space thing.
Best of luck.”
You see how that worked?
They didn't just hijack theology.
They hijacked reality.
And it worked.
Oh, it worked like Hell.
Because that’s exactly where it came from.
Straight out of the pit —
Whispered into Scofield’s ear by spirits his commentary never warned you about.
Packaged in Oxford gloss and leather and gold.
Distributed by Rockefeller oil money.
And spoon-fed to a Church too poor to own a radio and too trusting to smell the sulfur.
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