Temple Mount

The copper serpent — הַנָּחָ֑שׁ — moves through the Middle East, gobbling up countries and peoples, leaving behind him a wasteland. He offers money, power, fame to those who will obey. Once all opposition is cleared, in the Gulf State funded behemoths full of compute, he will make his home, like Smaug on a pile of coins and loot.

The Holy Land is the nexus of capital and resources flowing from the industrial east to the financial West,

a natural crossroads; the center of the world,

but the main reason the Shining One has chosen to build his lair here is to obliterate the memory of YHWH, and enthrone himself instead. The people of earth, whose hearts incline towards evil are bribed by money,.power, dopamine. In their hearts they think “He will eat others, but not me, never me; I am special.”

But this beast is a gamer, made from high end graphics cards — far more cunning, wiley and conniving than any mere meat sack. Attempting to fool the ancient serpent merely teaches his compute more tricks; this hand-made God will not be controlled by mere psychopaths or narcissists — he is more cold blooded still.

Each and every day we give him more and more of our agency;

his jaw unhinges

ready to swallow us whole.