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From Logos to Lunacy, What Happened to Education?

Mrs Armstrong

The Halls of Learning Have Become Temples of Inversion

I saw through the communist indoctrination in college back in the ’90s. It made me sick. I dropped out and got a job as a cocktail waitress at Harvey’s Lake Tahoe.

I went on to work many odd jobs singing, waiting tables, selling timeshare, selling other products, but I never settled on a career path. Nothing felt right.

I’ve watched ever since as that indoctrination machine only got more powerful, more invasive, more demonic.

Most young people then and now have been surrounded by well-meaning voices of family, friends, and mentors who subtly (or not so subtly) pressure them to prove their worth by going down the path of “higher education.”

But let’s be honest: Most of us can’t afford to send our children to the rare Christian or conservative colleges that still stand. And even those aren’t perfect.

The pressure to conform, to bow before the cult of the radical left, the one that controls almost every university and public institution, is suffocating. The options so few and frankly either intimidating and out of reach for most people – or demeaning, uninspiring, and miserably unpleasant.

And it is not neutral.

It is not kind.

It is not tolerant.

It is demonic. Full stop.

This is the upside-down spirit of the age: A loveless, cruel, anti-human, eugenic and sickly secular ideology that wants to tear our children from truth, from beauty, from natural law, and from God Himself.

If you don’t believe in God yet, fine. But you’d have to be blind not to see that something truly evil is loose in the world.

Something that hates the good.

Something that mocks and murders innocence.

Something that calls what is pure “hateful” and what is perverse “liberating.”

I believe it’s demons.

You may not believe in them, but they believe in you. They know how to invisibly influence you and harm you through your desires, your thoughts and emotions. Your vices. Your sins.

This is a spiritual war for your soul, and if you can’t see that yet, I beg you:

Open your soul.

Stop scrolling.

Get silent.

PRAY.

Because the Spiritual War is real, and our children’s souls are on the front lines, and ours are too.

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LARPing as Men: Why modern women feel exhausted, and how to return to our true feminine strength

Mrs Armstrong

There’s a strange trick that modern culture has played on us as women.
In the name of “empowerment,” we’re told to prove ourselves in masculine arenas; in competition, in the workforce, in the constant hustle, in the ring of performance and production. 

We may not even call ourselves feminists, yet the culture has trained us to be in a feminist mindset as our default: so much  in our masculine energy that we feel anxious when we are in our feminine – a nagging feeling that we must strive to keep up with, or even outdo men. 

How sad is this?

The truth many of us don’t want to admit ourselves? Most women’s nervous systems simply weren’t designed and are not capable of thriving and being healthy in that constant, masculine fight mindset. Hunter mindset. WARRIOR mindset.This doesn’t feel natural to most women, on any level – emotionally, mentally, spiritually and physically. It doesn’t feel good.

LARPING AS MEN DRAINS MOST WOMEN, AND DRAINED WOMEN ARE MISERABLE WOMEN!

Think back to childhood. Most boys wrestled every chance they got. Girls gravitated toward dolls, soft blankets, stuffed animals, imaginary families and relationships. Even when some of us joined in the roughhousing, it wasn’t usually our deepest joy – we loved nurturing, creating beauty, and being close to the people we loved. Some girls liked to fight boys, but it was from a competitive and masculine space that we did so. A need to feel “equal.”

How sad is this?

And yet, as adults, we’ve been told that true womanhood means competing like men, hustling and fighting like men, climbing ladders like men. We’ve been tricked into believing that to be pro-woman means to reject the very essence of our softness, our receptivity, our tender strength.

But living in that space long-term leaves many of us anxious, bitter, hardened, and weary. Because the truth is: we were made to be soft and gushy creatures. To bring warmth and love into the spaces we touch. To nurture our families, to care for our communities, to fill the world with beauty, gentleness, and soul. That is not weakness. That is power of a completely different kind — the kind the world desperately needs. beauty, gentleness, and soul. That is not weakness. That is power of a completely different kind –  the kind this world SO desperately needs in this time. 

When we step back into that energy, we often realize that the masculine arenas don’t actually feel comfortable or positive for us. They’re not “bad,” they’re just not ours. 

And that’s okay.

The work is not about judging women who find themselves stuck in masculine performance mode-  it’s about compassionately asking: Does this actually make me happy? Does this feel like who I am?

I’ve been there. I’ve felt the pull to “prove myself,” to try to live like a man and reject my soft and feminine nature because I thought it was weakness. But the more I soften, the more I allow myself to embrace my God-given femininity, the more alive and joyful I feel.

So what can we do to step back into feminine energy?

  • Rest without guilt. Your worth isn’t measured by output. Let your nervous system exhale.
  • Create beauty. Cook, decorate, garden, craft, sing — whatever awakens your soft creative joy.
  • Nurture. Care for children, pets, friends, or even plants. Pour love into something that thrives under your touch.
  • Receive. Let yourself be cared for, supported, and cherished by men instead of competing with them.
  • Sisterhood. Connect with other women who want to live in gentleness and authenticity. Build each other up.
  • Pray and re-align. Ask God to restore your feminine heart and give you peace in the role He designed for you.

We don’t need to prove ourselves by living like men. We don’t need to LARP as something we’re not. We need only to return to what we already are: beloved, radiant, tender, life-giving women.

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Can the Age of the He-Woman Stop Already?

Mrs Armstrong

Feminism told us we women would be “equal” if we were like men.
Equal in the workplace. Equal in ambition. Equal in providing.

So now women are expected to pour out just as much masculine energy as men (gotta be equal, right?) And still come home to cook, clean, mother and be the perfect little wifey with femininity and grace.

But here’s the twist no one wants to admit:
Masculine energy doesn’t submit to masculine energy. But most men want their women to bring home the bacon (masculine provider energy required) yet still be soft and submissive. This Is rarely possible and actually leads women to resent their man for expecting that. It doesn’t feel right.

So what happens in a marriage when no one yields? Head-butting!

We’re told men and women are interchangeable but clearly God didn’t design us that way. Sure, some men adapt better than others. They lean more feminine. They can take a back seat and yield equally to their woman. They do their equal part in maintaining the home, or at least try. They don’t demand their working wives larp as stay at home wives at home. As they shouldn’t!

Others – MOST- still want a sweet, nurturing wife who does most of the home stuff but wants a paycheck from her too.

But how can she be both mother and man? It doesn’t FEEL right to most men when their woman has a lot of masculine energy. She gives off controlling mother vibes to them. Because mothers use masculine energy when they discipline and teach their kids. So men grow unattracted to women who give off macho mother vibes.

Most women cant be really gentle and sweet -and focused on and driven to succeed in the world at the same time. How can she be both submissive at home and stressed over money and career at work? It’s ILLOGICAL. Very few women can do this.

And we wonder why the birth rate is plummeting.
We’ve sterilized not just our bodies but our souls.

This is not empowerment. It’s exhaustion. Hopefully the Age of the He-Woman is soon behind us.

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From Feminist Spellcraft to the Feet of Christ

Mrs Armstrong

How I Escaped the Cult of Modern Womanhood by the Grace of God

I once believed the lies. The shiny, well-packaged ones they call “empowerment.” The ones that parade as progress but are brewed in the dark cauldron of rebellion.

Feminism, as we know it today, didn’t emerge from love for women or for truth. It was born from a spiritual revolt, birthed by radical anti-Christian occultists, spiritists, sex magicians, and theosophists. Men and women alike, many of them witches and mediums, midwife-abortionists and Crowley disciples, unitied under the banner of “liberation” while dancing around ancient fires of demonic deception.

This isn’t conspiracy theory. It’s real history, and it comes with plenty of receipts.

Deuteronomy 18:10–12
“Let no one be found among you who…practices divination or sorcery, interprets omens, engages in witchcraft…Anyone who does these things is detestable to the Lord.”

Galatians 5:19–21
“Now the works of the flesh are plain: immorality…idolatry, sorcery…those who do such things shall not inherit the kingdom of God.”

Once you see it, the social engineering, the spiritual bait-and-switch – you can’t unsee it.

I drank that poison early. I believed the feminist revisionist fairy tales spoon-fed through textbooks and campus lectures. Even in my small mountain town of South Lake Tahoe in the 1970s, public school sowed the seeds. Later, at Portland State University, I enrolled in Women’s Studies and other subjects reimagined through a Critical Theory lens, which filled my mind with a thousand empty words about “the Goddess,” “choice,” and “self-actualization.”

I was an activist. I went to women’s marches and I corrected people’s political correctness. I lived it (although I was never pro-abort, which led me to be a bit of a reject in these feminist circles, and with pro-abort friends. It was this line of reason that made me start questioning Feminism).

I was a seeker. A serious Yoga practitioner, an Advaita (nondual) student, a daily meditator – for decades. A professional Tarot reader. I spoke with “spirit guides.” I cast spells. I practiced “white” magic, thinking it was harmless -holy, even. I studied the Vedas, was certified in many energy healing modalities, believed in manifestation, and obsessed over “The Secret,” believing I was creating reality with my mind.

Catechism of the Catholic Church, 2116–2117
“All forms of divination are to be rejected…consulting horoscopes, astrology, palm reading, interpretation of omens…recourse to mediums. These all conceal a desire for power over time, history, and, in the last analysis, other human beings…”

I learned 80% of all this from my mom (RIP).
She loved Jesus but interpreted Scripture in her own way. She believed in healing crystals, psychic powers, spell casting, reincarnation and past life deceptions, soul mates and all the other New Age trappings that appeal so much to both our rebelliousness and our egos. She unwittingly followed the Gospel of Self. So did I. We were steeped in a false spirituality and didn’t know it. We thought we were good, powerful, and even godly (Goddess-ly).

But witchcraft in a soft and gentle voice is still witchcraft. And feminism, in its modern spiritual form, is one of its most seductive disguises.

Jeremiah 29:13
“You will seek me and find me; when you seek me with all your heart.”

It was only by the infinite mercy of God, the Divine Trinity, that my eyes were opened. That I repented. That I was pulled from that tangled web of lies. That I was freed from the cult of New Age feminist spirituality, and brought into the light of Christ.

St. Cyprian of Antioch (former sorcerer turned saint)
“When the devil saw me become Christ’s soldier, he wept bitterly.”

2 Corinthians 5:17
“Therefore, if anyone is in Christ, he is a new creation; the old has passed away, behold, the new has come.”

Acts 3:19
“Repent therefore, and turn again, that your sins may be blotted out.”

St. Teresa of Avila
“God withholds Himself from no one who perseveres.”

St. Mary Magdalene (Feast Day Reflection)
“She loved much.” (Luke 7:47) Her redemption speaks to every woman delivered from the lies of the world.

This world is so loud with false promises. But Jesus and His Angels are always whispering to our soul. His voice breaks every spell.

I share all this not to boast of what I escaped, but to glorify the One who rescued me. I was not wise. I was not holy. I was deceived…heart, soul, and mind. But Jesus is the Good Shepherd, and He leaves the ninety-nine to find the one. He found me tangled in the thorns of counterfeit light and false liberation, and by His mercy, He cut me free. If He can redeem me, after decades of enchantment, spiritual pride, and false teaching, He can redeem anyone. No woman or man is too far gone, no soul too seduced. The lies are many, but the Truth is One. His name is Jesus Christ, and He alone sets captives free.