In my journey I’ve met two kinds of deep researchers.
One defends a map; the other copies it—patiently, line by line—until the ink lives in their bones. It’s wise to decide which you are before you set out. The most mysterious—and frightening—part of deep research is that you will define yourself. For many, that feels like loss; for others, like being lost and then found. Either way, expect to get lost.
Presumptions
No one begins without assumptions. We all ask, “Is this true?” Then the evidence speaks. Sometimes it declares your belief a fabrication; sometimes it reveals a shard of truth you hadn’t imagined. Lay down presumptions and let the record lead. See through the writer’s eyes—this takes empathy, not conquest. Understanding requires you to set aside yourself and your preconceived ideas.
Humility
Ego and pride are sand in the gears. Let go of the notion that you “understand,” or that you’re a prophet with secret access. Assume nothing. Only the truly humble are fit for this work.
Broken
People take this road because something cracked. They seek wholeness—and without truth, they remain incomplete. A soiled life invites repentance; self-justification blinds. If you start convinced your reasoning is flawless, you’ve already stunted your growth.
Show Me the Way
Imagine a web of roads, each with many turns. The map must be trustworthy—and tested. You cannot follow blindly, yet you must know how to read. One wrong turn can be ruin. This map contains concepts, ideas, and many paths. Bring the right equipment and survival gear. This is not a casual jog; it is the quest for truth. Treat it accordingly.
Where Others Have Failed
You’ve seen the disappointed treasure-hunters. They return empty and critical, blaming the map when it was their vehicle—preconceptions, pride— that failed. They mount campaigns against the trail because their gear was poor or their ego jammed the compass.
Fear
After watching so many fail, fear creeps in. You imagine they were smarter; if they fell, surely you will too. Outwardly you defend your “truth,” but inwardly you’re unsure—because you’ve never tested it. Comfort hardens into programming; complacency feels safe. Yet untouchable, untestable faith becomes, frankly, unreal. You know this. Comfort tempts you to remain willingly ignorant.
The Brave & Humble
The brave and humble know that comfort is the enemy of discovery. Memento mori: remember death. It comes to us all, and the obstacle becomes the path. They recognize the object is comfort itself; safety is as imaginary as Peter Pan or Santa Claus. So they undress the comfort, step naked into the cold, and place every belief on the testing block. Equipment checklist engaged.
Testing Process
What you think you know now enters the grinder. Fire, then ice. Does it hold? Too much gear slows you; too little starves you. Copy the map—word by word, letter by letter, line by line—in your own hand. Let paper, ink, and pen be worthy of sacred instructions. Seek the oldest maps; copy them into your worthy notebook. The act of copying trains the soul.
Discovery
While copying, you discover why others failed: wrong map, wrong gear, no plan. They were not yet the caliber this quest requires. Bit by bit, new light switches on. The map isn’t flat; it’s more than three-dimensional, and its depth feels endless. No matter—an elephant is eaten one bite at a time. Keep copying.
Shattered Concepts
Illumination arrives with a hammer. Your cherished notions crack. Good. You’re brave and humble enough to admit imperfection. You feel yourself growing—learning which tools you’ll actually need. Humility, tempered in testing, becomes your finest instrument; courage turns from effort to habit.
Sharing & The Wall
It’s natural to share what you’re learning. But beware: pride and ego stand ready to swat you down. When your findings cut across cultural grooves and inherited faiths, you hit a wall—high, old, and fortified. Call it what it is: Satan’s masonry. He aims to prove who runs this present world—and in a sense, he’s right. Realizing he owns so many souls is a hard pill. As you shed his chains, you cease to be his favorite. Still, your quest is shielded from above. There are rules on the other side that bind every spirit. Each human may take the blue pill or the red. Most choose blue. You’ve bitten red. And yes—the adversary keeps spare blue pills on hand if you falter.
Feeling Lonely
Another wall: loneliness. Not everyone wants truth at any cost. Then Yeshua’s words ring true:
“Again, the kingdom of heaven is like unto treasure hid in a field; which when a man hath found, he hideth, and for joy thereof goeth and selleth all that he hath, and buyeth that field.” — Matthew 13:44
Selling all means releasing everything you once believed. Sometimes the price is loneliness. Life shifts; sin is exposed; endorsing it will demolish your quest. You may find few who share your hunger. That is all right. Consider this:
15 When the servant of the man of God rose early, an army with horses and chariots surrounded the city. “Oh no, my lord! What shall we do?”
16 “Don’t be afraid,” the prophet answered. “Those who are with us are more than those who are with them.”
17 And Elisha prayed, “Open his eyes, Lord.” Then the Lord opened his eyes, and he saw the hills full of horses and chariots of fire all around Elisha. — 2 Kings 6:15–17
Whatever loneliness you feel—look up. Count the stars. The One who made them stands with those who humbly seek truth.
Avoid Cults, Sects, and All Religions
When it gets hard we’re tempted to settle. Don’t. Israel is not an earthly organization. There is no club to join, no badge to pin. If your journey is truth, your home is with God. Everything here—save the Elect—is under the sway of the tempter.
Realizing Satan
He’s not a cartoon with pitchfork and tail. He is a prince, a ruler of this age—powerful, but mortal; dread gnaws at him because death will come. His evil is worse than our caricatures. Those who joined him have lines on this earth—descendants they love. The Nephilim’s children are many; through them, he bends governments and cultures. You will read of these beings and their offspring along the way.
Understand Your Enemy
“As it was in the days of Noah,” so will it be. Perhaps multitudes of Nephilim descendants live now. They do not want you to seek truth. They’ll wear the names “Christian,” “Jew,” “Muslim,” and a thousand other labels. Expect temptations—sex without covenant, friendship without holiness, compromises dressed as kindness. You will face this again and again. Whether they are Nephilim or simply enthralled, they won’t honor the Way of God. The victorious cling to the map.
Your Goal
Never mind them, Truth Seeker. Keep copying the map—letter by letter, word by word, line by line. Ready your gear. Know where each tool rests so your hand can find it in the dark. And when you die, may it be with a smile—your next waking breath with Yeshua.
Peace and love.
Shalom, shalom.