THE UNITED STATES AND RUSSIA ARE BOTH ENGAGED WITH THE DAWNING DAYS of the space race. It is still the late 20th century, and the only obstacle which can hinder either opposing party from physically manning space, by no small coincidence, does in fact occur. Monster alien spacecrafts peacefully intercept their planned flights, hovering over every major metropolis in the world. It is by the will and to the satisfaction of the majority of the human race that their “Overlords,” as they’re soon known by all, have secured a true Utopia on Earth, through UN participation no less, and with a centralized one world government to show for it. An entire fifty years will pass before these Overlords fulfill a promise first made at their arrival. They reveal their true forms. Indeed, they are the devils of the Bible.

WE ARE LIVING IN A SCIENCE-FICTION NOVEL. Author Arthur C. Clarke—he and his genre contemporaries, saw to that. If any of the above plot sounds familiar, or should it accredit merit as the slightest possible outcome in our future, it’s because Clarke gave creative licence to it. Science-fiction is little more than an imaginative set of ideas which begin in the head, and though they have yet to exist, soon will—not in a book or projector, but in our very perception of reality. I am summarizing Ray Bradbury. “It is always the art of the possible, never the impossible,” he said. So if anyone should ask which came first, the chicken or the egg, you can answer them, “Science-fiction.”

The novel in question is called Childhood’s End. It is considered by many to be Arthur C. Clarke’s finest work. The big reveal, by the way, is hardly its climax. The connection between devilish entities and the Utopia they seek to gift mankind with should arouse suspicion in the most casual of readers, as should the mysterious “Overmind,” never seen but is sufficiently powerful enough to make permanent servants of the Overlords. Even Ouija boards are used by humans to assimilate knowledge of them. It is furthermore no surprise that society should decompose in light of their influence, first through boredom for lack of want, and then conclusively spirals into moral depravity.

The Overlords most stunning realization is in why they were sent to Earth. After deceiving all of humanity with gifts of want for well-over half a century, the deception is finally peeled away by the narratives handful of truthers. The Overmind, that powerful being of thought and energy talked about but never seen—except once as an avatar—wishes to assimilate the race of humanity into its own collective ever-expansive consciousness, specifically through its children. This act is described by the Overlords as the next phase of evolution, and “beautiful.” Ironically, this is a step in which the Overlords have never been able to make and may never be able to. Knowledge of technology equals power—specifically of the psychological nature, but even knowledge and technology has its limitations. It must co-exist with the supernatural in order for its full intended purpose to be fulfilled, and this can only come through transcendence with the Overmind.

At last we see Earth deserted. Most of humanity has committed suicide. Only its three-hundred million strange children remain to be rounded up and collected. They have grown immensely in mystical power, and yet their personal individual identities have vanished. When the Overmind finally arrives to collectively absorb them, they in turn consume the world’s energy, and everything, including the Earth itself, is destroyed. The last generation of humans has finally transcended. The End.

It is difficult to conclude such a story can derive from anything less than a spiritually-influenced and deranged, though admittedly brilliant, mind. And yet I only bring this up because Childhood’s End eerily—and I stress eerily—describes Scientism’s own claim to our fast approaching future. Which came first, the chicken or the egg? Make no mistake, we will transcend. Or rather, those who agree to it—transhumanism, that is; they will be promised assimilation into eternity. That, as we Christians know, is nothing but a disgusting lie. More precisely, it is the final damnation. All who take the mark will be eternally damned. And yet it will be perceived, or at least advertised by its administrators, as “beautiful.”

We as a people are in desperate need of a good deception. We crave a savory lie like carnal knowledge and chocolate, and have thus made a sport of it. We will pay admission to sit in a dark room in front of a grand screen and grow giddy at the knowledge that they will gladly spoon-feed the lie to us, no questions asked. A Christian, I have found, would rather hear of a toddler pulled from its mother’s breast than have his entertainment threatened. I am told, according to his tiresome foot-stomping rebuttal, that he has a God-given right to the wandering imagination of our ever-progressing narrative—the road to transcendence. For our current Scientism Overlords, we make it too easy. The lie is everywhere.

I expect Clarke’s three laws need little to no introduction here, being familiar with the most common reader. If I rehearse them now, it’s only because I employ them in an entirely new light, now that I’ve woken up from the deception. Read, memorize, and know them well. An apologist for Scientism will likely discern all three and nod his head in agreement, muttering, “Of course.”

Then again, so will the person who now recognizes the Science Delusion for what it truly is. Clarke’s three laws, he may suddenly come to realize, is either diagnosed with the masterful strokes of its genius author, or else a Dissociative Identity Disorder. He too will read Clarke’s three great laws, only with a pronounced smirk and a raised-eyebrow, as though he’s only ever glossed right over them until this very moment, exclaiming: “Of course!”

They are as follows:

1. When a distinguished but elderly scientist states that something is possible, he is almost certainly right. When he states that something is impossible, he is very probably wrong.
2. The only way of discovering the limits of the possible is to venture a little way past them into the impossible.
3. Any sufficiently advanced technology is indistinguishable from magic.

Do you see it too? Read it again, if not. Reflect on it. Memorize the script. The Science Delusion as a set of rules was right in front of our faces the entire time, for anyone paying attention. It came in part from the spiritually-driven imaginations of its science-fiction taskmasters, and we are asked today to partake in it—CERN and NASA and their ultimate damnable destinations—as gospel truth, even if only in the ill-advised succulence of the free-ranging mind.

Maranatha from Nova Scotia!

Noel