They may have stopped genetically engineering us, perhaps that's why we had to discover (or be given) mRNA technology. Perhaps the people in charge of mRNA, etc aren't people at all, but shape shifting Lizard People or humans that have been taken over by interdimensional beings or Elohim or something else beyond our comprehension. Perhaps it's Shu & Tefnut themselves. Or perhaps "they" are purposely letting us devolve so that we will become reliant on transhuman tech and drugs for survival and "boom" now we're all enslaved (unless they decide to kill you instead).
Unfortunately, you and I just don't know and I can come up dozens of "plausible scenarios." Unfortunately, while my "plausible scenarios" may even hit close to home on occasion, it's guess work at best. I've never been "touched by the hand of god" or had occasion to communicate with interdimensional beings of pure energy, etc. I'm just a pleb throwing shyt on the wall and seeing what sticks and even when something sticks I have no idea what it means.
So all we're left with is we just have to trust and believe the people that do know what's going on. Problem is it's so hard to figure out just which people are the ones with the true insight to the nature of the reality in which we live and so many people claim to have this special insight or at least know who has the special insight that we should follow. Is it the Scientologists, Jews, Muslims, Buddhists or Hindus? Is the Atheists or Scientists? Perhaps interdimensional being of pure light and energy blessed George Lucas with the insight of how our dimension really works. Or perhaps that's how the next dimension works if we're lucky enough to ascend there. How many Prophets have been dismissed even prosecuted or executed over the millenia - any one or a whole bunch of them may have been gifted with the knowledge of the true nature of our existence in this dimension.
What if the MRNA that "they" are using to control is is actually from another "they" that is trying SAVE us?
The drowning man parable:
A storm descends on a small town, and the downpour soon turns into a flood. As the waters rise, the local preacher kneels in prayer on the church porch, surrounded by water. By and by, one of the townsfolk comes up the street in a canoe.
"Better get in, Preacher. The waters are rising fast."
"No," says the preacher. "I have faith in the Lord. He will save me."
Still the waters rise. Now the preacher is up on the balcony, wringing his hands in supplication, when another guy zips up in a motorboat.
"Come on, Preacher. We need to get you out of here. The levee's gonna break any minute."
Once again, the preacher is unmoved. "I shall remain. The Lord will see me through."
After a while the levee breaks, and the flood rushes over the church until only the steeple remains above water. The preacher is up there, clinging to the cross, when a helicopter descends out of the clouds, and a state trooper calls down to him through a megaphone.
"Grab the ladder, Preacher. This is your last chance."
Once again, the preacher insists the Lord will deliver him.
And, predictably, he drowns.
A pious man, the preacher goes to heaven. After a while he gets an interview with God, and he asks the Almighty, "Lord, I had unwavering faith in you. Why didn't you deliver me from that flood?"
God shakes his head. "What did you want from me? I sent you two boats and a helicopter."
