2030 Is Just Around the Corner

Almost exactly one year after I wrote This Is What Will Happen, the future I predicted is coming into focus. And I'm not the only one seeing it.

Ukraine is a proxy war.

The World Economic Forum and its member states believe it’s time for the final solution to the independent-thinker crisis.

Having softened the battlefield with Covid, the WEF is ready for the final assault. It hopes to wipe out the last handful of countries that have failed to collapse into its dystopian Oceana.

David Smith, a sculptor, describes what that dystopian future will bring us if we don’t rebel now. In a Brownstone.org article, Smith reaches into the archives to retrieve a 2016 Forbes article laying out the future your betters have planned for you.

The [Forbes] article describes much of what the WEF has been touting for the past two years, what they call the Great Reset. Some of the scenarios described have already been implemented, or are in the process of being implemented, since Dr. Fauci’s “deadly pandemic” flattened the earth in two weeks.

The WEF plan involves a series of manufactured crises that render most of humanity destitute and afraid. Then, the overlords swoop in like heroes to save the day—on their terms:

This is something else the WEF loves to talk about. Basically, and they say this elsewhere, you won’t own the clothes on your back but instead will rent them, along with every other product that will be provided as a “service.” And guess who will provide all these wonderful services? Not your local mom and pop shops, which have already been mostly wiped out, but our wonderful warm-hearted WEF overlords like Bezos and Gates.

Some of those manufactured crises include:

• The Russia Collusion Hoax

• Covid

• Inflation

• Supply-chain crisis

• Ukraine/Russia

And will soon (by this time next year) involve:

• Global food shortages

• Global energy shortages

• Global economic depression

• Civil wars throughout the world

In other words, the only way to enslave the 99 percent is to make slavery seem preferable to freedom.

You’ve seen how this works. Through constant fear-porn, a significant portion of the population became pathologically terrified of Covid. They still wear masks or respirators everywhere they go, even in their cars alone.

These bundles of fear were empowered to attack anyone who was not afraid—anyone who ignored the signs reading, “Face coverings required for all customers and associates regardless of vaccination status.” People like you and me.

The same psychological warfare now emboldens my neighbors to attack me as a white supremacist and Russian agent for supporting actual American school board candidates and questioning America’s role in the Ukraine war. These vigilantes will not be held to account for taking any action against people like me who refuse to adopt the narrative. They are literally above the law.

So what will life look like in 2030? David Smith warns us. He includes this paragraph from the original Forbes article—an article that told us exactly what Klaus Schwab and Pope Francis had planned for our future:

“My biggest concern is all the people who do not live in our city. Those we lost on the way. Those who decided that it became too much, all this technology. Those who felt obsolete and useless when robots and AI took over big parts of our jobs. Those who got upset with the political system and turned against it. They live different kind [sic] of lives outside of the city. Some have formed little self-supplying communities. Others just stayed in the empty and abandoned houses in small 19th century villages.”

If you’re a regular reader, you’ll find that the Forbes article predicted almost exactly what I predicted one year ago. People will divide into compliant and non-compliant camps. Here’s an extended quote from my article, This Is What Will Happen.

As for me, I will gladly take the 19th century village where, at least, I may die as a man.

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From This Is What Will Happen, April 4, 2021:

The holdouts will band together. Those who own land will open it to reasonable numbers of fellow holdouts to work the land and earn their keep, for those unwilling to work will not eat (2 Thessalonians 3:10). Yes, their new lives will scarcely resemble their old ones, but they will quickly find a peace they’d never experienced before. Free from the distractions of television, mobile phones, computers, bills to pay, errands to run, vacations to plan, they will find time to pray, help others, grow their food, raise livestock, build and maintain shelter, and live as man lived until about the late 18th century.

Soon, the idea of suing for a return to the larger society will seem foolish, even terrifying. Instead, they will ask only to be left alone. The world that rejected them for their obstanance will become to them “the old world.” And the old world will seem very old and dark.

Reflecting on the old world, the Holdouts (for they proudly and accidentally adopt the title “Holdouts”) remember it the way Digory thought of the dead city of Charn in C.S. Lewis’s The Magician’s Nephew:

The wind that blew in their faces was cold, yet somehow stale….Low down and near the horizon hung a great, red sun, far bigger than our sun. Digory felt at once that is was also older than ours: a sun near the end of its life, weary of looking down upon that world.3

Those so inclined will begin to speak and write their history: how they came to live as they do and to warn their children against the seductions of the old world. Removed from the distractions of the old world, the passport world, they will see clearly that even the most devout and faithful among them were seduced by modernism’s temptations. Before the passports, before the virus, they had all been living as machines plugged into a central and ungodly power source. Now, though, they are living as actual men.

Detached from the modern pharmaceutical world and its contraceptives, their numbers will grow very quickly. Education will become a continuous practice with elders constantly teaching what they know. The young will marry young, in their mid-teens. Babies will abound in the safety of a tight community.

Gender roles will quickly return to historical norms, as the young women (what we call teenagers) raise their children with the help of older women (in their 30s). Men will spend most of their days together, working on buildings, wells, septic systems, hunting or raising livestock, fishing (for food), felling trees for a new home for a marrying couple, growing fruits and vegetables.

Yet, with so much to do, there will still be large amounts of time for prayer and education. Older men and women (those older than 50 or so) who are so gifted will spend much of their time teaching. Lessons and learning will range from practical skills like farming, husbandry, medicine, cooking, cleaning, and sewing, to science lessons in math, geology, astronomy, physics, and biology, to intellectual arts like rhetoric, philosophy, and literature.

When it comes to work and knowledge of how to live, children will come of age much faster than in the old world. But when it comes to innocence and wonder and imagination, these new young will remain children deep into their second decades of life. Contrasted with the young in the old world who have been given so much that their sights are aimed terribly low, the children of this new world, needing to work so hard just survive and help their families, will retain a constant sense of the infinite and of possibility.

News from the Old World, which the Holdouts craved insatiably in the early days of their exodus, is now greeted with annoyance, as if thinking about their old lives causes emotional pain. Not the pain of longing or nostalgia, but more like remembering the pain of trauma or terrible fear. The older Holdouts, when reminded, are overcome interiorly with pangs of regret over so many years spent worshipping the gods of that dying world. “How did I fall for that?” they ask themselves. “God, forgive me.”

Beyond these things, I cannot see. I do not know what happens to the Old World, but I suspect it ends up like C.S. Lewis’s fictitious city of Charn:

And on the earth, in every direction, as far as the eye could reach, there spread a vast city in which there was no living thing to be seen. And all the temples, towers, palaces, pyramids, and bridges cast long, disastrous-looking shadows in the light of that withered sun.