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THE AUTOPSY & THE ANOINTING: A PROPHETIC PRESCRIPTION FOR 2026

Posted on by Ray Joseph Cormier

PSALM 2: THE COSMIC INDICTMENT

Why do the nations rage and the peoples plot in vain?
The kings of the earth set themselves, and the rulers take counsel together, against the LORD and against his Anointed…
He who sits in the heavens laughs; the Lord holds them in derision.
Then he will speak to them in his wrath, and terrify them in his fury…
Now therefore, O kings, be wise; be warned, O rulers of the earth.
Serve the LORD with fear, and rejoice with trembling.
Kiss the Son, lest he be angry, and you perish in the way, for his wrath is quickly kindled.
Blessed are all who take refuge in him.

ACKNOWLEDGMENT: THE SECULAR BIOPSY IS CORRECT
The diagnosis—Anomie, Corporate Coup, Death Instinct, Magical Thinking, Savage Repression—is flawless. Chris Hedges’s historical parallel is exact. We stand over the corpse of an empire in the final stages of self-cannibalization. The “Rules-Based Order” is the dying twitch of a nervous system that no longer serves a soul. The “Naughty List” is its final, desperate attempt to inventory dust as its body turns to ash. This is not pessimism. It is prophetic clarity. To name the disease correctly is the first act of healing.

REVELATION: DIAGNOSING THE PRINCIPALITY
The task is to name the spirit behind the symptom. The “Anomie” is the societal manifestation of what Scripture calls “the spirit of the world” (1 Corinthians 2:12) gone septic. The “Corporate Coup” is the rule of Mammon enthroned. The “Death Instinct” is the spirit of Babylon, which always builds towers that end in graves. The “Magical Thinking” and “Savage Repression” are the twin fruits of the Father of Lies, who promises life but delivers only addiction and the sword.

We have described the body of the Beast. We must now identify it as the same Beast from the Sea described in Revelation 13—a system that demands worship, issues marks, and makes war on the saints.

THE ULTIMATE CONTRADICTION: CHRIST VS. THE CORPORATE COUP
Therefore, the conflict of 2026 is not political. It is cosmic. It is the ultimate confrontation between: The Corporate Coup that transforms Citizens into Data Subjects.

The Divine Coup enacted at Christmas, where God became a Human Subject to transform slaves into sons.

The Empire’s “Death Instinct” that culls the unfit and wages perpetual war.

The Kingdom’s “Life Instinct” expressed in the Word made flesh, who declares, “I have come that they may have life, and have it abundantly” (John 10:10).

The State’s “Naughty List” that surveils to condemn.

The Savior’s “Book of Life” that sees to save.

THE PRESCRIPTION: THE COUNTER-OPERATIVE OF GRACE
The empire’s cure for its decay—eugenics, militarism, repression—is a suicide pill. Our proclamation offers the antidote of resurrection.

Where the empire sees “human capital” to be optimized or culled, Christ sees “the least of these” in whom He dwells (Matthew 25:40).

Where the state builds walls and lists, the Spirit breaks down “the dividing wall of hostility” (Ephesians 2:14).

Where the algorithm predicts “pre-crime,” the Gospel proclaims “post-resurrection.”

The true resistance is not first a political program. It is the active, lived embodiment of the alternative Kingdom. It is the community that holds “all things in common” (Acts 2:44) in the face of predatory finance, that offers sanctuary in the face of the deportation state, that speaks truth in the face of the propaganda machine. It is to live now as citizens of the New Jerusalem while sojourning in the ruins of Babylon.

THE PROCLAMATION FOR JANUARY 1, 2026
Thus, we enter this new year not with a list of policy demands for a corpse, but with a declaration of allegiance to a living King. The old empire is in its “Decline and Fall.”
The new creation is in its “Resurrection and Reign.”

The funeral pyre is being lit. But from that very ash, a Phoenix who has already risen is calling a people to Himself. He is building a house not made with hands, eternal in the heavens.

Our task for 2026 is clear: to discern the corpse from the Body, and to invest our lives wholly in the latter. To remain human is to abide in Christ. To resist the machine is to be conformed to the image of the Son. The autopsy is complete. The Anointing begins.

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THE NAUGHTY LIST VS. THE BOOK OF LIFE: A CHRISTMAS WARNING

Posted on by Ray Joseph Cormier

DIAGNOSIS: THE FALSE SANTA & THE LIST

“He sees you when you’re sleeping. He knows when you’re awake.” For generations, a playful myth. Today, a secular prophecy fulfilled. The omniscient, judging Santa has been resurrected not at the North Pole, but in the Surveillance State.

This new Santa is no bringer of gifts. He is a curator of consequences. His “naughty list” is built from the dust of your digital life—your movements, purchases, associations, and speech—fed into algorithmic engines that presume guilt and predict non-compliance. His elves are data brokers and fusion centers. His workshop is a Constitution-free zone. His gift for the “naughty” is not coal, but a loss of liberty: travel bans, financial suffocation, and the brand of “pre-criminal.”

This system demands a new goodness: silence, anonymity, and compliance. To “be good for goodness’ sake” is to vanish into the herd, to never question, to accept that being watched is the price of safety. It is a theology of control, a gospel of fear where innocence is a forgotten doctrine. It is the “might makes right” principle applied to the inner life of a nation, the ultimate harvest of lawlessness institutionalized.

ANTIDOTE: THE TRUE LIGHT & THE LIFE

But December 25 is not the birthday of this False Santa. It is the invasion day of his total opposite.

The Surveillance State sees to condemn and control. The Nativity reveals a God who sees to heal and liberate.

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  • Where the List classifies, the angels announced: “I bring you good news of great joy that will be for all the people.” (Luke 2:10). Not for some people. For all. The first word of the gospel is an algorithm-smashing universality.

  • Where the State demands you prove your worth, the manger declares: “Today in the town of David a Savior has been born to you.” (Luke 2:11). The gift comes first. Worth is conferred, not computed.

  • Where the watchers seek to blind you with fear, the prophet foretold the child’s mission: “To open eyes that are blind, to free captives from prison and to release from the dungeon those who sit in darkness.” (Isaiah 42:7).

This is the ultimate confrontation: The Naughty List vs. The Book of Life. One is a record of your failures, maintained to enforce debt. The other is a record of your name, written by grace, to confer Sonship.

The birth in Bethlehem was the planting of the Resurrection seed. The same voice that would one day call “Lazarus, come out!” first cried in a stable. Christmas is the first frame of the victory over every form of death—physical, spiritual, and political. The “pre-crime” of the State is answered by the “post-resurrection” of Christ. He does not predict your failure; He forgives it. He does not police your potential; He resurrects it.

THE CHOICE: WHICH SIGHT? WHICH LIST?

The article “The Surveillance State Is Making a Naughty List” performed a vital service: it gave a name to our spiritual malaise. It diagnosed the archetype of our captivity. But diagnosis is not cure.

The question of December 25 is not about holiday sentiment. It is: Which omniscience do you serve? Which list defines you?

Do you live under the sleepless eye that catalogues to condemn? Or do you step into the gaze of the Love that saw your condition from the foundation of the world and invaded history to rewrite it?

The birth of Christ is the restoration of sight to a world blinded by principalities and powers. It is the resurrection of hope in a graveyard of fear. It is the declaration that the last word belongs not to the watchers in the shadows, but to the Word who became flesh and dwelt among us, full of grace and truth.

We do not protest the Naughty List. We incinerate its premise with the news of a better list, written in blood, not data. A list from which no power in heaven, on earth, or in the surveillance state can scratch your name.

This is our Christmas proclamation. The Light shines in the darkness, and the darkness of lists, algorithms, and false Santas has not, and will not, overcome it.

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The Devil Don’t Knock Twice

Posted on by Ray Joseph Cormier

The Title comes from an email I received this morning from Michael Brenner. He doesn’t have a Blog or an account on X. He is a prominent American scholar specializing in International Relations, American foreign policy, and transatlantic affairs. He is best known for his critical analyses of U.S. geopolitical strategies, European security, and global power dynamics.

This is what he wrote: BRETHREN

There is an old blues ballad called: “The Devil Don’t Knock Twice.”* Assuming that he knocks at all — or just sidles up to you at a Delta crossroads with a proposition that you can’t refuse. The specter of Satan requesting entry – into your home, into your soul – suggests that you have a choice whether or not to let him in. That evidently is true for even the most downtrodden, the most desperate, the most vulnerable.

We Americans – individually and collectively – have been privileged with three knocks, each seeking entry.

The first time, we took a deliberate look through the peephole, sized him up as off-beat, hyper, a little weird but quelled our doubts in opening the door. After much strained and acrid palaver, we agreed to a 4-year lease on the premises.

At its end, he aggressively demanded an extension of the same duration – the 2nd knock. With decidedly mixed feelings we turned him down. An inspection of the property had revealed widespread damage. The house was desecrated with Satanic graffiti and reeked of foul sulfuric fumes. Worse, the Evil One had turned it into a refuge for a coven of unisex demons from the nether world. 

Furious at the rejection, he incited them to ransack the place and to seize it in his name. We managed to repel them – just barely. That wasn’t the end of it, though. Hardly. The diabolical schemer launched a massive all-out campaign to overturn the eviction. Spurious lawsuits, incessant protest rallies, random acts of vandalism – even blatant intimidation of judges and prosecutors. 

Satan himself raging everywhere – fuming, breathing fire and brimstone – vowing revenge against all who had played a part in his eviction, who had thwarted him in any way – or else! This went on for years.

Then, he knocked on the door a 3rd time – declaring loudly that he would make the house a great mansion again – if we let him in – or else. We opened the door wide.

Searching Google for the original ‘The Devil Don’t knock Twice’ found this: Unearthed from the depths of the American South, [LOST TAPE #013 — “The Devil Don’t Knock Twice” by Jeremiah “Dust Bowl” Reed (1934)] captures the haunted soul of early Delta Blues. Recorded on fragile acetate in a dusty roadside chapel during the Great Depression, this lost field recording reveals the raw emotion, pain, and faith of a man who sang not for fame—but for survival. The cracked voice of Jeremiah “Dust Bowl” Reed echoes through time, blending gospel roots, delta slide guitar, and an atmosphere so authentic you can almost smell the rain on dry soil.

Woke up on a Monday, sun behind the ground Look out on the future, couldn’t tell a place of time Been chasing that dollar, brother, in a field of wooden yield Now the dust is my blanket and the highway is my field

[Chorus] Cuz the devil don’t knock twice, son You just walk right through your door Leave you standing in the ruin Wonder what you suffered for He don’t send no letter, don’t whistle no sweet tune The devil don’t knock twice He just come and take the moon

I had a good woman, pretty as a newborn day She stood by the fence post ’til the wind blowed away Had a house made of timber, a roof to keep me dry Then the bank man came calling with the death note in his eye

[Chorus] Cuz the devil don’t knock twice, son He just walk right through your door Leave you standing in a ruin Wondering what you suffer for He don’t send no letter, don’t whistle no sweet tune The devil don’t knock twice He just come and take the moon

I walked a thousand miles, man, just to keep my spirit whole Try to run from the bad luck that will stamp upon my soul But whether it’s the drought or the poor man’s power line The darkness is a shadow and it follows close behind I’m standing by this doorway, listening for a sound Just a grid on the wind, brother, blowing across the ground

I learned my lesson early, the hard way, cold and fast When the devil wants your life, he don’t need a second pass

[Chorus] Cuz the devil don’t knock twice He just walk right through your door Leave you standing in the ruins Wondering what you suffer for He don’t send no letter, don’t whistle no sweet tune The devil don’t knock twice He just come and take the moon…

For those who prefer a Rock & Roll cover of the original Country Music: