The ARC of Truth - Part I
The Poisoned Well: How the Lie Became the Norm
This is part one of a five part series about the flood of mis, dis, and mal - information that we in Western society have been largely drowning in. You can find the preface here, part two here, part three here, part four here, and part five here.
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May God Bless Us All and have Mercy on our Souls.
Before you can save someone drowning, you need to understand how the floodwaters rose.
How did the world get this confused?
How did we go from "boys are boys" and "girls are girls" to a society where ten-year-olds are medical experiments, and men in suits call it "progress"?
It didn’t happen overnight.
It happened because the well — the source of truth — was poisoned.
And here’s the bitter reality:
The people poisoning the well knew exactly what they were doing.
The lie was not random.
It wasn't an accident.
It wasn't a mistake.
It was intentional.
It was designed by men and women who believed three things:
There is no God.
There is no Truth.
There is only Power.
And if there is only power, then whoever controls the narrative controls reality itself.
This is why every major institution — the media, the universities, the bureaucracies, the corporate boardrooms — has been infiltrated by the same ideology:
Reality is subjective.
Biology is a construct.
History is a weapon.
Identity is a costume.
If you believe these things, then you can be manipulated.
You can be reprogrammed.
You can be owned.
And you will not fight back — because you won't even know what you're fighting for.
Billboard Chris on the street corner is fighting for reality itself.
Not just for kids.
Not just for parents.
For Truth.
When he tells the zombie-cuck that sex is determined at conception, he isn’t giving an opinion.
He is telling the fundamental truth of reality.
But the zombie-cuck can’t hear it.
Because the poisoned well inside him only pours out confusion.
He is a tragic figure.
He is already dead inside.
He just doesn’t know it yet.
Let’s be clear:
When you deny that boys and girls are real, you deny humanity itself.
When you deny objective truth, you destroy the possibility of reason, dialogue, or peace.
When you teach a generation that their bodies are meaningless, you enslave them to their appetites and their fears.
This is the logical end of the spiritual poison injected into the West decades ago.
It started slowly, like a crack in a dam.
First, truth was “relative.”
Then morality was “constructed.”
Then biology was “fluid.”
Then human rights became "conditional" on obeying the Machine.
Now, the dam is breaking.
And still, most people don’t understand how deep the rot goes.
It was never about tolerance.
It was never about kindness.
It was about power.
If you can convince a man that he is a woman, you can convince him of anything.
If you can convince a mother that sterilizing her daughter is "loving," you can make her betray her own flesh and blood.
If you can convince a society to castrate its sons and daughters, you can convince it to walk willingly into slavery.
This is the poisoned well.
This is how the flood began.
In the next part, we’ll look at the architects of this flood.
Not the useful idiots shouting on street corners — but the men and women who built the ideological weapons that are now being used against us.
The ones who whispered in the ears of kings and professors and billionaires.
The ones who knew exactly what they were doing.
The ones who sold their souls for power — and now want to take yours too.
Coming next:
Arc of Truth — Part 2: The Sorcerers of the Mind
If you made it this far, thank you. I wrote this not just to critique—but to invite. If you’re ready to step beyond entropy, I’d love to hear from you. Comment, subscribe, or share this with someone who’s still waiting for the reset that only redemption brings.