The Ancient War

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THE ANCIENT WAR

Randy Conway

 

 

 

This is the story of an ancient war.

It began somewhere in eternity long before

Adam or Eve walked across Eden’s floor

In another dimension an unearthly shore

 

It is a time and place we cannot comprehend,

with one who’s called the “Son of the Morning” we will begin.

Now in this time, this rebellious star,

was more beautiful by far than all the creatures living there.

The music of his lips would fill the air.

 

But this Light Bearer was not content;

for some time, he did lament.

Then with a thought, Just a passing thought,

never thought before, he grabs the thought and ponders it yet more.

And it’s within this thought begins the war.

 

This arrogant angel, who often is called Lucifer, with others he doth now confer.

To test the depth of their loyalty, to see if they might possibly,

join within his company.

 

One third of the angels filed into heavens streets,

and with this rebellious Principality they did meet.

To wage their war on the Omnipotent One,

His very Spirit, and His own Son.

I don’t know if angels bleed, or how the war engaged;

But it lasted more than weeks or months for the war persists today.

Were there wounded? Did some die?

What did happen in that battle in the sky?

Answers to these questions we may still seek

But there is one fact above all else that we need see;

That the Creator God, the evil one fighting,

cast Satan from heaven like a bolt of lightning!

And the serpent did plummet through dimensions and space

Eventually causing the world before Adam to become desolate.

 

The world of earth now void and without form

And the war continues as the Nacash storms

To the garden God had planted in the earth,

For in six days the Creator had given the world new birth.

 

Adam, in the image of God was placed in this new creation

Charged by God to bring redemption and in Eden he was stationed.

Now the Nacash, being unable to upset heavens’ throne,

And since he was expelled from his celestial home,

The Shining One devised a new battle plan,

To conquer God by killing man.

 

His instrument gone–

His first love abandoned,

A plan is set to enter Eden.

 

Revenge does grow within his heart as he lays in wait in Eden.

To wound the Father, Satan plans to do it through His children.

He takes aim and sets his sights on Creations Crown.

A little lie is all it takes to bring them tumbling down.

And this fallen angel laughs at the garden gate as man is driven out.

A fatal blow, Satan thinks he’s given, in fact he has no doubt.

But Satan did not know that before He made the man, God had made a plan

which would redeem the fallen world and redeem the fallen man.

 

Satan devises a new strategy for battle; the battle plan is now Satan’s creed

For the war was moved from heaven’s dimension to an assault upon the seed.

The Serpent would stop at nothing to destroy the seed of God coming through the man

But through every generation the seed line remained protected for in eternity God had devised His ultimate unalterable plan.

 

Through time and trial the seed was corrupted and monstrosities roamed the earth

The Ben-Elohim took the women they thought fair and giants were given birth.

It seemed the seed would all be corrupt then none could be redeemed, thus causing God’s perfect plan to wane.

But the Watcher’s didn’t see the perfect generations spared and they didn’t see the rain!

 

But the flood was just another battle raging in this ancient war

It was not the final battle, nor the ultimate plan, there would be yet more.

For you see this plan was made, before God laid,

The foundations of the earth.

And Satan did not realize

When angels sang and filled the skies

They were announcing the Saviors birth!

And now this tiny little fraction

Would start in place an action

Prompting hell’s reaction

To seek the Prince’s death.

 

And so the war raged on

Through time and space

Leading to a battle place,

Called Calvary.

 

Then Satan in his vanity

Thought he had accomplished victory

When upon a rugged tree,

Jesus died!

 

Now all of heaven’s angels had to be restrained

As the spirits in prison mocked Jesus’ name,

Singing an insane refrain;

“Jesus died. The seed is gone.”

And the demons danced and sang their victory song.

 

Lucifer and his fallen band

Seemed to have the upper hand,

The ancient war now in their grasp,

As heaven’s Prince breathed His last.

 

Satan and his minions celebrated for three days–

But then – BUT THEN– there was a stirring at the grave.

The earth was shaking and Satan was running

Because the Son of man was coming

Out of the grave victorious!!

 

Jesus stood alive again His lungs filled with breath

And in His hands He held the keys, the keys to hell and death.

By Jesus’ blood, Satan’s plan like his head was crushed.

And the blood that Jesus shed was so much more than just enough

To seal the victory in the ancient war

That rages today as it did before.

With one unmistakable difference–

The battle rages, but the war is won.

Victory assured by God’s own Son.

And the second Adam accomplished what the first could not

He redeemed the world and the fallen man upon that cross.

Now the nacash has not yet surrendered and his seed still grows today

Let those with ears now hear what the scriptures say.

 

A monumental battle is coming it lies yet ahead

There will be much suffering and many will lay dead.

But rest assured Jesus is coming with victory won just as the prophets said.

He will not be restrained by flesh again; He’s coming with many crowns upon His head

For He is the only King of Kings! And He is the only Lord of Lords!

Perhaps not as you have been taught or previously imagined

Possibly more than ever before fathomed.

 

 

 

A previous reign a former judgment

Are the signs on the earth the resultant?

Of an event hidden or untold

Obscured by time, by history and now unknown?

It does not change our history or alter what is to come

The final judgment lies yet before us, and all men and angels will succumb.

 

Succumb to that day of judgment when every knee will bow

On that day of heaven’s court in session every tongue will avow

That the chosen seed of all eternity Jesus Christ is Lord!

Even the fallen rebellious star will bow before the Son,

He will confess that Jesus Christ is Lord and that God has won!

This is the day the saints are longing for

An age when time is expired and will be no more

For it will bring an end to this very ancient war.

 

Randy Conway

IN the summer of 2019, I was seated in the wine cellar of a walled Medieval town high above the Dordogne Valley of France, not far from Sarlat-la-Canéda, making phone calls, writing reports. I have given this story in other places and it appears as though you’re about to hear it again. Rob Skiba is a name you that you might be familiar with. Though he had made a name for himself as a Nephilim researcher, more recently Rob had taken a dive into the deep end of the pool via flat earth research. The recorded interviews I conducted between he and Rick Hummer, a fellow flat earth investigator and close friend of his, was published while still occupying that very wine cellar. Read all about it. Chicago Is Not a Mirage.

Word quickly spread. Within a few short weeks, dozens of flat earth researchers began accepting my invite for a private interview, if not a series of interviews. From a 17th-century tower built by King Louis XIV, and with a stunning view of the Alps, I sat down with Robbie Davidson, founder of the Flat Earth International Conferences, conducting multiple sessions. While staying in Dumfries, Scotland, David Weiss agreed to take part in the interviews, as did Bob Knodel of Globebusters. There were others. But when I asked the interviewees to discuss the moments that shaped their lives, among the many PSYOPs, false flag attacks, and hoaxes that were discussed, only these men committed commentary to the false 9/11 narrative.

The resulting recordings ballooned into The Unexpected Cosmology, a book which became a website and was even intended as an anthology. And of course, the following discourse was originally a chapter. It was Walt Disney who stated, “Disneyland will never be completed. It will continue to grow as long as there is imagination left in the world.” Those sentiments remain applicable here as well. American Sensationalism: The 9/11 Interviews was always intended to be expanded upon with the inclusion of new researchers. So I’m sorry to say the project became stagnant during the Covid-19 psychodrama. I took a break to tackle other projects. We lost Rob Skiba. Rob offered hours of private conversation regarding his life but we never got around to the big one. 9/11. It was in the cards. Sadly, Bob Knodel died soon afterwards. Voices are being squeezed from an entire generation. Gnosis passes with them.

In the aftermath, the FE community became fractured. People began going their separate ways. Robbie Davidson, among a noted few others who were interviewed for the project, got up and left the movement altogether. It is not my intent to erase his or the contributions of others if only brief. They came, they went, their testimonies remain.

The original vision may have hit roadblocks but it is not forgotten. I expanded this paper a few years later to include testimony from author Pauly Hart, a dear friend of mine. I had wanted to continue that trend every year thereafter but you know how it goes. For the 25th anniversary of the attack I have redirected my efforts to its first large scale expansion, including Andrew Hoy and Darrin Geisinger into the mix. Perhaps others will lend their experiences to the recorder in time.

The following is their report.

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