Time wasted on Twitter...

@JonahofNinevah

After my new approach to social media (which I love), I come on here for a few most days and skim a little. Maybe throw out a tweet. Every time I'm astonished to see miles and miles of timeline comprised of folks *still making a living by telling you "what's really happening."Guess what?

They're all limited hangouts.

Pursuing knowledge, especially via online grifters, has always been precarious. I know, I did it heavily for years. It no longer is precarious - it's now downright stupid. I get sent tons of videos every day. I no longer watch them. Why?

Because 1) they're all wrong in some important way. The worst ones are right 95% of the time; and 2) if you've been picking up what I've been laying down then you know that it's time for contemplation and mortification, with a very heavy emphasis on the latter.

We can't change their minds for now. Even if we could, we can't risk our own souls for theirs.Most importantly, we've COMPLETELY forgotten the supernatural and overwhelming power of humble prayer and sacrifice. Even we on Twitter who think we have a handle on it don't. Know how I know?

BECAUSE WE ARE ON TWITTER AND NOT ON OUR KNEES begging Almighty God to have mercy on ourselves and our miserable brethren. We justify this with by telling ourselves that we're "watchmen" and are called to warn.

Well, we've warned, and we've warned again. Some listened and joined us.

The rest are best served by radical and extraordinary acts of penance, sacrifice, and constant prayer.

Every word I've ever said amounts to nothing compared to one moment of pure and humble prayer that is pleasing to the Father.

The supernatural, the unseen, the ineffable - that is your current battlefield. Your weapons are humility, intercessory prayer and sacrifice, and seeking unity with the Trinity.

A person who does this well will help save more souls without speaking a word than 10,000 people like us on Twitter.

This is the stage of the battle currently. I do believe it will become very vocal, again.

But folks we'll never meet need our help. Real help. Kneeling on pebbles with a smile help, and they need it far more than our words.

"I call on the Apostles of the Last Days.... May your zeal make you famished for the glory and the honor of Jesus Christ. Fight, children of light, you, the few who can see. For now is the time of all times, the end of all ends.”