The Gathering At Shochoh

Many blaze through life without for a second giving thought to the idea of an ethereal plane outside the realm of the eyes. This is a common mistake replete in the lives of so many people in this life. The blatant disregard for the instruments of malice, the familiars of evil with their teeming number of Horcruxes scattered around, has been the telling sign of their consequent downfall. It might sound a bit preachy because it is. Present for every speck of human life is a cult, a band of evildoers orchestrating your bane and ultimately your soul’s demise. This is your very own gathering at Shochoh.

The gathering at Shochoh is home, a true north for your spiritual detractors. It is at this base where destinies are altered, where tall plans involving step-by-step breakdowns on how to implode lives are strategically designed – an army base with the sole purpose of crushing every good and perfect thing ordained and specially designed for you by a loving father.
At Shochoh, the opposition prepares to wage war by selecting the strongest – a champion among champions, hardwired with their will and fully equipped to face you. An embodiment of their hopes.
The behemoth from the gathering at Shochoh will most definitely have a track record of settling scores. He will assuredly have gathered human lives and dreams as mementoes.

That’s not all there is to this infernal operation. There’s a supporting cast waiting to aid in your undoing – a laser-focused ancillary support, high on the satisfaction they will enjoy when the death of a soul occurs, to make sure you do not have any salvo whatsoever.
They may belong to the camp and, in other situations, may not necessarily have an affiliation to the camp. However, what they do share in common is their longstanding purpose.
These foot soldiers enter into a collaborative pact with the said champion, all in an effort to destroy you and what you may grow to stand for, what you may grow to become.
Ask yourself this: if I am ignorant of this, do I sincerely stand a fighting chance?

The behemoth from the camp of Shochoh boasts loudly because he knows that he inspires fear into the hearts of those who know not. Once that seed of fear has taken root, he can, predicated on the mere fact that he has sown in you, fear, magnify and make himself look like an obstacle that demands some otherworldly strength to overcome. He desperately believes in doing this bidding of his because it is the only way toward his timely upheaval of your soul. Religiously, he feeds you and bombards you with the tainting drink of fear.

Friend, you should know that whatever human contrivance you may wield as a safeguard, ex abundante cautela, would not be sufficient to stand against the arrows of this evil-mongering cabal. They are tricky, slithering and, by nature, hell-bent, pun intended, to pursue you to the ends of the earth. Thus, they would most definitely have devised a way to usurp and thwart your well-laid plans. They are unerringly relentless if you fall into their harness, ruthless even, showing no iota of mercy, no modicum of reprieve – this is war.
These sons of perdition also make sure to leave you incapable of summoning a volley or response to their attack, especially when you remain carnal. It is, after all, their domain.

Fret not; there’s good news. You are not without help. Crossing this Rubicon is not indicative of your absolute doom. Again, fret not. A song of liberation played from the harp of faith and sung by a heart filled with the limitless love of God is only the start of the rescue. The knowledge of Him who has triumphed over these agents of the nether rests in front of you, accessible to all. His gift of salvation is freely given, but you have a role to play. You have a choice, a decision that will most definitely reshape and bring about a paradigm shift, unheard of in the plane of man, in your life. It is upwards and onwards from here.

No more will the pygmies from Shochoh have a hold on you. The days where the gathering at Shochoh may have yielded results are no more once you wilfully bring your heart to Him. Oh, they may try! They are inventive, these companies of evil men, if not anything else, but they will fall every time. They flee because their champion has been crushed forever.
Your gathering at Shochoh will be bankrupt of power and hold over you. A faultless victor is what you become, walking without traipsing in life. Smile! Be of joy! You have won.