Sheep (Life of Love)
& Goats (Skulls Bones Sin of Death)

Exposing the Shadows: A Call to Truth and Love Amid The Chosen‘s Deceptions

By YahASon יָהּ‎ א בֵּן – Tears of Joy דמעות של אושר

Romans 6:23
For the wages of sin is death; but the gift of God is eternal life through Jesus Christ our Lord.

Matthew 9:10-13 While Jesus was having dinner at Matthew’s house, many tax collectors and sinners came and ate with him and his disciples. When the Pharisees saw this, they asked his disciples, “Why does your teacher eat with tax collectors and sinners?”

On hearing this, Jesus said, “It is not the healthy who need a doctor, but the sick. But go and learn what this means: ‘I desire mercy, not sacrifice.’ a For I have not come to call the righteous, but sinners.”

– This also explains why I am also with the sick and sinful and have the most love and forgiveness attached to my hope in that they will heal and be saved.

Brothers and Sisters in Jesus Christ, I come to you not as a harbinger of darkness, but as a humble fisher of people, casting lines into turbulent waters to draw the weary toward the light of truth and the embrace of Gods love. As I have reminded all who will listen time and again, I am not here to dismantle the thrones of Satan or reform his foolish puppets—I leave that righteous judgment to the King of Kings. No, my calling echoes the words of Jesus Himself: “Follow me, and I will make you fishers of men” (Matthew 4:19). To catch the good-hearted, sometimes we must reveal the foul bait hidden beneath alluring hooks. In this spirit, I shine a light on The Chosen, a TV series that cloaks itself in the robes of faith while weaving spells of deception. My aim is not to wound, but to heal; not to condemn the lost, but to awaken the flock of Jesus to graze in fields of genuine love and truth. Let us journey together, armed with Scripture, to discern the wolves from the Shepherd.

The Parable of Sheep and Goats: A Mirror to Our Walk

In the Gospel of Matthew 25:31-46, Jesus paints a vivid portrait of judgment, separating the sheep from the goats not by eloquent words or grand productions, but by the quiet evidence of love in action. “Then the King will say to those on his right, ‘Come, you who are blessed by my Father; take your inheritance of the kingdom prepared for you since the creation of the world. For I was hungry and you gave me something to eat, I was thirsty and you gave me something to drink… Truly I tell you, whatever you did for one of the least of these brothers and sisters of mine, you did for me'” (Matthew 25:34-40).

This passage burns in my heart as I address The Chosen—its creators, cast, and the vast machinery of Hollywood that props it up. I shared these very words in a video post directed to the series’ founder, writer, and director Dallas Jenkins of Five and Two Studios, as well as lead actor Jonathan Roumie. In that plea, captured against the stark symbolism of a chessboard—where kings and pawns maneuver in shadows—I called them to account. I do not lie, and these truths are spoken not to harm, but to heal a world stained in blood and sin, where there is much talk but little walk.

Consider the essence of love Jesus describes: When you cannot even pay your bills, you pay for a child’s braces (even in this year of 2025). When you have not eaten for six days, you buy food for a homeless man. Love needs no rewards—it is the reward. Yet The Chosen, with its multimillion-dollar budgets and global acclaim, exemplifies the cheapness of talk. Lorne Jason Wettstein, a soul crying out for help after nearly being murdered, reached to the world—including this production’s actors, Jenkins’ company, politicians, the FBI, police, Trump, the CIA, and the news media—and found silence. Starvation in body and spirit, while they feast on fame. If they truly walked with Jesus, would they let such a brother languish? Love wins, and as Scripture declares, “God is love” (1 John 4:8). YahASon יָהּ‎ א בֵּן sheds tears of joy at the promise of redemption, but sorrow at the hypocrisy that mocks it.

The Venom in the Veil: The Chosen as Satan’s Subtle Spell

Hollywood has long been a forge for Satan’s tools, and The Chosen is no exception—a glittering deception that humanizes the divine, dilutes the gospel, and lures souls into complacency. This series, praised for “bringing Jesus to life,” instead resurrects a flawed imposter, peddling lies under the guise of relatability. As one critic poignantly notes in a video exposé titled “The Chosen says, ‘Jesus sinned'”, it is a “sad state of affairs” when Christians endorse a portrayal that attributes flaws to the Spotless Lamb. Here, the host Kate Up dissects the rot at the core, and her words align with the Spirit’s discernment:

“Think when they see this version of Jesus portrayed… he has his own flaws in a human way like he’s very relatable Jesus.”

This chilling admission from a cast member reduces the eternal Son of God to a mere man with “transgressions,” as depicted in a scene where Joseph accuses young Jesus of wrongdoing, prompting laughter and rebuke: “Jesus, please don’t do that again… What are you going to do for your mother for this transgression?” Such fiction isn’t harmless entertainment; it’s heresy that strikes at the heart of salvation.

Scripture thunders against this blasphemy. Hebrews 4:15 declares Jesus as one “who has been tempted in every way, just as we are—yet he did not sin.” First Peter 2:21-22 affirms, “He committed no sin, and no deceit was found in his mouth.” And 2 Corinthians 5:21 seals the truth: “God made him who had no sin to be sin for us, so that in him we might become the righteousness of God.” If Jesus sinned—even in a scripted “flaw”—He could not be the perfect High Priest, the spotless sacrifice, the mediator of the New Covenant. As the video warns, “If you don’t have a perfect Savior, you don’t have a gospel.” Dallas Jenkins admits 95% of the series is “made-up stories,” not Scripture—a recipe for delusion (2 Thessalonians 2:10-12). Partnerships with Mormons, whom Jenkins calls “brothers,” and on-set promotion of LGBT agendas further betray an ecumenical compromise that yokes light with darkness (2 Corinthians 6:14).

Worse still, the production reeks of Vatican influence, with Jesuit consultants shaping a “false Jesus” palatable to the world but abhorrent to the Word (John 15:19). Actor David Amito, portraying John the Baptist, reportedly labeled it a “Satanic film.” This is no accident; it’s a spell, binding viewers to laziness over diligent Bible study (2 Timothy 2:15). As one exposé charges, “The Chosen actually portrays Jesus as a sinner! They are humanizing Him and omitting His deity!” In a world starved for truth, this series offers poisoned bread, leading souls to eternal peril.

The Skull Beneath the Smile: Jonathan Roumie’s Hidden Allegiance

At the series’ center stands Jonathan Roumie, the face of this “Jesus,” whose outward piety masks a deeper darkness. Roumie wears two skull rings as a “personal reminder” of the Latin phrase memento mori—”remember you must die.” On the surface, it whispers humility, a nod to mortality. But peel back the veil, and it reveals allegiance to death’s wages, not life’s Giver. The Bible warns, “The wages of sin is death” (Romans 6:23), yet Roumie’s adornments echo the occult symbols of Skull and Bones societies, Knights of Malta, and even Satanic cults—echoes of Baal’s child-sacrificing altars and the SS’s death’s-head insignia. These are not relics of redemption but talismans of rebellion, signaling an “elegance to Satan and death,” as I’ve discerned in prior reflections.

Roumie, an avowed Roman Catholic, has never professed being “born again” (John 3:3), instead championing rosary prayers to the dead—necromancy forbidden in Deuteronomy 18:11—and the Eucharist as a repeated “re-sacrifice” of Christ, denying His finished work (“It is finished,” John 19:30). His Knights Templar and Malta ties bind him to secretive orders steeped in idolatry, far from the simple faith of Ephesians 2:8-9: salvation by grace, not sacraments. As one critique exposes, “Jonathan Roumie… is a CATHOLIC knighted into the order of the KNIGHTS OF MALTA,” flashing occult rings that betray demonic roots (Galatians 6:7). He preaches mercy but closes doors to the truly least, like Lorne Jason Wettstein, embodying the goats who ignore the hungry (Matthew 25:42-43).

This is the fruit of The Chosen: a man who talks of grace yet walks in shadows, humanizing the divine while idolizing the dead. Hollywood, that den of Satan’s fools, amplifies it, confirming what I knew when I exposed them—I win battles with truth, not confirmation of lies. They hide from YahASon because truth pierces their veil (John 3:20).

Fishing for Souls: A Call to Repentance and Light

Beloved, I expose these shadows not from bitterness, but from a heart overflowing with the love of God. The Chosen is a modern golden calf—enticing, but leading to wilderness wanderings. Its lies about a “flawed” Jesus erode the gospel, its symbols flirt with death, and its silence toward the suffering mocks Christ’s command to love. Yet grace abounds: Repent, turn from these deceptions, and study the Word for yourself (Hosea 4:6). Expose the fruitless deeds of darkness (Ephesians 5:11), come out from among them (2 Corinthians 6:17), and walk in the light where love is action, not applause.

To Dallas Jenkins, Jonathan Roumie, and all who craft these spells: The Spotless Lamb stands ready to forgive. Will you repent, as the video implores—”May they repent for this”—and trade death’s rings for resurrection’s joy? To the flock: Graze in Jesus’ fields, feed the least, and let your walk silence the talk.

Love wins. God is love. YahASon יָהּ‎ א בֵּן prays for your awakening—tears of joy await.

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sEven הרמוני Mour להתאבל Songs יְהוֹשֻׁעַ. YahASon יָהּ‎ א בֵּןTears of Joy דמעות של אושר

Ecclesiastes 7:1-2
Wisdom
A good name is better than fine perfume,
and the day of death better than the day of birth.
It is better to go to a house of mourning
than to go to a house of feasting,
for death is the destiny of everyone;
the living should take this to heart.

Lamentations 3:22-23
Because of the Lord’s great love we are not consumed,
for his compassions never fail.
They are new every morning;
great is your faithfulness.

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Spirit in the Sky

When I die and they lay me to rest
Gonna go to the place that’s the best
When I lay me down to die
Goin’ up to the spirit in the sky
Goin’ up to the spirit in the sky (spirit in the sky)
That’s where I’m gonna go when I die (when I die)
When I die and they lay me to rest
I’m gonna go to the place that’s the best
Prepare yourself you know it’s a must
Gotta have a friend in Jesus
So you know that when you die
He’s gonna recommend you
To the spirit in the sky (spirit in the sky)
Oh he’ll recommend you to the spirit in the sky
That’s where you’re gonna go when you die (when you die)
When you die and they lay you to rest
You’re gonna go to the place that’s the best
Never been a sinner, I never sinned
I got a friend in Jesus
So you know that when I die
He’s gonna set me up
with the spirit in the sky
Oh set me up with the spirit in the sky (spirit in the sky)
That’s where I’m gonna go when I die (when I die)
When I die and they lay me to rest
I’m gonna go to the place that’s the best
Go to the place that’s the best

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Sittin’ on The Dock of the Bay
Otis Redding

Other recordings
Lyrics
Sittin’ in the mornin’ sun
I’ll be sittin’ when the evenin’ come
Watching the ships roll in
And then I watch ’em roll away again, yeah
I’m sittin’ on the dock of the bay
Watching the tide roll away
I’m just sittin’ on the dock of the bay
Wastin’ time
I left my home in Georgia
Headed for the ‘Frisco bay
I’ve had nothing to live for
Look like nothin’s gonna come my way
So I’m just gonna sit on the dock of the bay
Watching the tide roll away
I’m sittin’ on the dock of the bay
Wastin’ time
Look like nothing’s gonna change
Everything still remains the same
I can’t do what ten people tell me to do
So I guess I’ll remain the same, yes
Sittin’ here resting my bones
And this loneliness won’t leave me alone
It’s two thousand miles I roamed
Just to make this dock my home
Now, I’m just gonna sit at the dock of the bay
Watching the tide roll away
Sittin’ on the dock of the bay
Wastin’ time

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Long As I Can See The Light

Other recordings
Lyrics
Put a candle in the window
‘Cause I feel I’ve got to move
Though I’m going, going
I’ll be coming home soon
Long as I can see the light
Pack my bag and let’s get moving
‘Cause I’m bound to drift a while
Though I’m gone, gone
You don’t have to worry, no
Long as I can see the light
Guess I’ve got that old traveling bone
‘Cause this feeling won’t leave me alone
But I won’t, won’t
Be losing my way, no, no
Long as I can see the light
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Oh, yeah
Put a candle in the window
‘Cause I feel I’ve got to move
Though I’m going, going
I’ll be coming home soon
Long as I can see the light
Long as I can see the light
Long as I can see the light
Long as I can see the light
Long as I can see the light

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Wish You Were Here

And disciplinary remains mercifully
Yes and um, I’m with you Derek, this star nonsense
Yes, yes, now which is it?
I am sure of it

So, so you think you can tell Heaven from Hell, blue skies from pain
Can you tell a green field from a cold steel rail?
A smile from a veil?
Do you think you can tell?

Did they get you to trade your heroes for ghosts?
Hot ashes for trees?
Hot air for a cool breeze?
Cold comfort for change?
Did you exchange
A walk-on part in the war for a lead role in a cage?

How I wish, how I wish you were here
We’re just two lost souls swimming in a fishbowl, year after year
Running over the same old ground
What have we found?
The same old fears
Wish you were here

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Band On The Run

Stuck inside these four walls
Sent inside forever
Never seeing no one
Nice again like you, mama
You, mama
You
If I ever get out of here
Thought of giving it all away
To a registered charity
All I need is a pint a day
If I ever get outta here
(If we ever get outta here)
Well, the rain exploded with a mighty crash
As we fell into the sun
And the first one said to the second one there
“I hope you’re having fun”
Band on the run
Band on the run
And the jailer man and sailor Sam
Were searching everyone
For the band on the run
For the band on the run (oh, yeah)
The band on the run
The band on the run
Well, the undertaker drew a heavy sigh
Seeing no one else had come
And a bell was ringing in the village square
For the rabbits on the run
Band on the run
Band on the run
And the jailer man and sailor Sam
Were searching everyone
For the band on the run
The band on the run
Yeah, for the band on the run
For the band on the run
The band on the run
For the band on the run
Well, the night was falling as the desert world
Began to settle down
In the town they’re searching for you everywhere
But you’re never gonna be found, no, no
Band on the run
Band on the run
And the county judge
Who held a grudge
Will search forever more
For that band on the run
For the band on the run, yeah-yeah
For the band on the run, yeah-yeah-yeah
The band on the run, oh yeah
Ooh, hoo-hoo

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Dust in the Wind

I close my eyes
Only for a moment and the moment’s gone
All my dreams
Pass before my eyes with curiosity
Dust in the wind
All they are is dust in the wind
Same old song
Just a drop of water in an endless sea
All we do
Crumbles to the ground, though we refuse to see
Dust in the wind
All we are is dust in the wind
Oh, oh
Now don’t hang on
Nothin’ lasts forever but the earth and sky
It slips away
And all your money won’t another minute buy
Dust in the wind
All we are is dust in the wind
(All we are is dust in the wind)
Dust in the wind
(Everything is dust in the wind)
Everything is dust in the wind
(In the wind)

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Free Fallin

She’s a good girl, loves her mama
Loves Jesus and America too
She’s a good girl, who’s crazy ’bout Elvis
Loves horses and her boyfriend too

And it’s a long day, livin’ in Reseda
There’s a freeway, runnin’ through the yard
And I’m a bad boy, ’cause I don’t even miss her
I’m a bad boy for breakin’ her heart

And I’m free, free fallin’
Yeah I’m free, free fallin’

All the vampires, walkin’ through the valley
Move west down Ventura Boulevard
And all the bad boys are standing in the shadows
And the good girls are home with broken hearts

And I’m free, I’m free fallin’
Yeah I’m free, free fallin’

Free fallin’, I’m-a free fallin’, I’m-a
Free fallin’, I’m-a free fallin’, I’m-a

I wanna glide down over Mulholland
I wanna write her name in the sky
I’m gonna free fall out into nothin’
Gonna leave this world for a while

Now I’m free, free fallin’
(Free fallin’, I’m-a free fallin’, I’m-a
Free fallin’, I’m-a free fallin’, I’m-a)
Yeah I’m free, free fallin’
(Free fallin’, I’m-a free fallin’, I’m-a
Free fallin’, I’m-a free fallin’, I’m-a)

(Free fallin’, I’m-a free fallin’, I’m-a)
Yeah I’m free, free fallin’
Oh!

(Free fallin’, I’m-a free fallin’, I’m-a)
Free fallin’
(Free fallin’, I’m-a free fallin’, I’m-a)
And I’m free, oh, free fallin’
(Free fallin’, I’m-a free fallin’, I’m-a
Free fallin’, I’m-a free fallin’, I’m-a
Free fallin’, I’m-a free fallin’, I’m-a)