Now picture this: you’re at Coachella—hot sun overhead, cute outfits all around, beats droppin’ like a hale storm—and suddenly, there’s a whole ritual unfolding onstage. The crowd? Cheering like it’s a Fourth of July parade. But bless their hearts… do they even know what they’re clapping for? Or did they all just say “yes, queen!” to somethig’ spiritually sketchier than a Walmart Ouija board?
In a town where folks worship celebrity like it’s gospel and treat the spotlight like salvation, I found myself wondering—are they just vibing, or are they being spiritually harvested like Sunday supper corn?
Because let’s be real, entertainment these days ain’t just some harmless fun. It’s social engineering designed to program you into demanding a New World Order. It sparkles, it slays, and it leads you astray. sometimes… Ever wonder why we’ve got music videos with more dark symbolism than a haunted tarot deck? That, my dear, is no accident. The artist isn’t just trying to be ‘cool’ or ‘edgy’.
This is a top-down demonic agenda, created to separate you from your creator and thats not hyperbole.
Let’s Spill the Sweet Tea—and the Spiritual Shade.
Let’s talk about crowds. Oh sure, they show up in their sparkly crop tops and perfectly curated flower crowns, actin’ like it’s just for the ’Gram. But they’re doin’ more than posing for likes. Spiritually speaking? They’re part of the spell, darlin’. The pulsing bass, the emotional build-up, the group cry-scream-sway moment? That ain’t just a vibe—it’s a whole mood, and not necessarily the divine kind.
And look, I know the Bible doesn’t have a blue check or a TikTok dance challenge, but it’s still got receipts. Ephesians 5:11 says, “Have nothin’ to do with the fruitless deeds of darkness, but rather expose them.” Translation? Just because it’s trending doesn’t mean it ain’t toxic. Just because someone calls it “art” doesn’t mean it didn’t come gift-wrapped from the underworld.
Now let’s talk about the spiritual law of agreement, mmkay? That ain’t just some cute quote you slap on an organic juice bottle. It’s real. When thousands of people show up, cry their lashes off, scream like they’re meeting Jesus (but ain’t), and pour their hearts into something dark or ritualistic? Honey, that ain’t just hype. That’s fuel. Spiritual kindling. The type that powers something ancient- and that brings us back to the desert.
Coachella 2025: Demons in the Desert
Ah, the Coachella Concert. Where the fashion is fierce, the sun is brutal, and this year—the spiritual warfare was center stage.
🎭 Lady Gaga’s “Mayhem” — A Dark Fairytale Served Extra Spooky
Now y’all know Gaga don’t do subtle—and this five-act gothic spectacle? It was like if Tim Burton threw a séance at Mardi Gras. She kicked it off with a Bloody Mary nod (how on-brand) and then strutted out like the crimson queen of the underworld, fresh outta a steel cage, with skeletons and zombies twirling like it was prom night in purgatory. Songs like “Abracadabra,” “Judas,” and “Disease”? Baby, this was less pop concert and more spirit realm slumber party. And her big mic-drop moment? “Dance, or die.” Iconic? Sure. Spiritually sus? Oh, 100%. Bless her sequin-covered soul.
🔥 Travis Scott — Floating into Fire, Y’all
Now Travis? Whew, child. He took that stage and turned it into a five-alarm fire. I mean, flames everywhere, floating ghost people, and a vibe thicker than grandma’s gravy on a Sunday. And you know folks had flashbacks to Astroworld—‘cause this wasn’t just edgy, it was eerily familiar. This round? Even darker. More shadow than spotlight. Less performance, more “summon the spirits and hope they RSVP yes.” Let’s just say, even the fans who came to vibe left lookin’ over their shoulders.
🐎 Megan Thee Stallion — Hot Girl Summer or Hellfire Chic?
Now listen, I love a powerful strut and a good heel moment, but Megan walked outta the actual jaws of a fire-breathing demon, and I said, “Ma’am, where is your pastor?” She owned that stage with all the confidence of a woman who knows her worth—and maybe knows a few demons by name. Half-dressed, fully fabulous, and delivering lyrics that’d make a preacher clutch his pearls, she blurred the line between feminine power and full-on possession. Some saw liberation, others saw a Jezebel spirit with backup dancers. Either way? That symbolism wasn’t a wink—it was a shouting match.
If You Didn’t Get the Hint, Here It Is…
Alright, sugar, let’s get one thing straight—this ain’t about tossin’ your smartphone into the fire pit or hurlin’ your flatscreen off the porch like it’s possessed. Bless your heart, you can enjoy a good beat and a pretty light show. But baby, what we need is a little thing called discernment. You know, spiritual common sense with a side of sass.
The Bible? Oh honey, it ain’t anti-glam. It doesn’t hate beauty, sparkle, or a fierce eight-count. It just happens to be pro-truth—even when that truth’s wearing six-inch heels and dancing at Coachella with backup dancers that look like they came straight outta the pit from Revelation.
So next time the lights dim, the fog rolls in, and that bass drops so hard your soul does a double take, ask yourself real sweet-like: Is this a performance… or a parade marching straight to hell?
Anyway, time for this Byrd to fly. Bye Bye Now.