"It’s easy to see without looking too far That not much is really sacred"
DARKNESS AT THE BREAK OF NOON - The Sacred Stand Against Tyranny
Forward:
As I think over the life of one Thomas Jefferson I ponder the concerns he had concerning the potential power the government he sought to create had to impose tyranny over the people it was meant to serve.
As he did throughout his life, Jefferson strongly believed that every American should have the right to prevent the government from infringing on the liberties of its citizens. Certain liberties, including those of religion, speech, press, assembly and petition, should be sacred to everyone.
Carole Walker; Free Speech Center At Middle Tennessee State University
Like many brilliant polymaths who have the creative potential to serve as firebrands for igniting human progress - Jefferson was a very human character - as liberally laced with contradictions as any of us living today.
In my own family history I have those who were among the European immigrants whose desire for freedom burned bright in their souls and as well the Native Americans and Africans who also kept alive a dream of a land where government - owned and operated by and for the people - would one day be possible.
Fortunately I had ancestors on both sides - both tyrants and freedom fighters - so thru the usual family traumas of modern life - I got a first hand look at both sides.
THE MASTERS MAKE THE RULES FOR THE WISE MEN & THE FOOLS
It seems to have fallen to us as Americans to be on the front lines of this battle - many thousands of years in the making.
And we find ourselves here on these front lines today at the most technocratic and illuminated pinnacle of polite civilized people so far achieved in history.
And yet we find ourselves fighting the very same battles for freedom and agency today that all of these illustrious ancestors fought for in the past.
How has it come to this and what is the correct way of fighting these battles today?
In Jefferson’s day it was still possible to fight a shooting war against tyranny and win - but today the planet we have fashioned is an armed camp bristling with killing machines.
It seems, in the context of today’s world, the positing of a war to fight against our government is a very different kind of animal than it was in the late 18th century.
Today our battle is a spiritual one and if anything demonstrates that war is now outdated by the very same efficient killing machines we have seen fit to invent.
YOU SUDDENLY FIND YOU GOT NOTHING TO FEAR
War - real blood and guts shooting war - is our true inherited legacy from all of these many civilized centuries.
War today, though - backed as it is by the international cabal of the military industrial complex - would be suicidal affair - and would play straight into the hot little hands of the tyrants.
I see not only the previous earliest rebellions of these United States - both Shay’s Rebellion and Bacon’s Rebellion - as pivotal to what we have become today - but all of the named and unnamed wars of conquest fought by Americans from the very first landing of the boats on the shores of the North American continent.
For more than 250 years, as Europeans sought to control newly settled American land, wars raged between Native Americans and the frontiersmen who encroached on their territory, resources and trade. Known as the American Indian Wars, the conflicts involved Indigenous people, the English, French, Spanish and U.S. Army and ended with massive Native American population and tribal land losses and the forced relocation of survivors to reservations.
History.com Editors; American Indian Wars: Timeline
As I have written about before - the Civil War was not fought to defeat slavery. It was fought to pave the way for the unexamined and unobstructed rise of technocracy in which the enhanced federal power gained from the conflict would play a major role.
It is the grandiose intertwined rise in both federal power and technocracy which led to the very crisis of planetary tyranny we find ourselves mired in today.
The South was a different matter. It had developed from a different base and in a different way. Southerners were proud and determined to do it their way, individually and as a people. The South could not be converted or subverted, so it had to be destroyed, the grapes of wrath had to be trampled out. A 30-year campaign of slander and hatred, combined with economic developments, finally brought on in 1861 the circumstances in which this could be accomplished. Americans like to think that their campaign for the abolition of slavery was all about benevolence and liberty. A bit of genuine historical research into what they actually said at the time paints a different picture. The Yankees hated slavery because the slaves were a non-Anglo-Saxon element who had, in their view, hopelessly corrupted white Southerners. In the slaveholding society, white men had far too much liberty and independent power. Such liberty offended puritan sensibilities and created an evil disposition to thwart New England economic and cultural hegemony. It was not that the black man had too little liberty; it was that the Southern white man had far too much.
Clyde Wilson, Thomas Jefferson and “A Little Rebellion Now and Then”
THE DOGS OF WAR
The international cabal of thieves and murderers who run the planet would love it if we started shooting - so they could kill us all with nukes, drones, robotic soldiers - or whatever the latest killing machines are.
Their game - as so plainly revealed by the Covid 19 vaccines - is “population reduction” - short for mass genocide.
So an all out war would be an all too predictable - knee jerk reaction - to armed insurrection by citizens.
Certain citizen based actions - such as a concerted world wide movement to go suddenly tax exempt - might serve to confound and stifle the globalists for a certain period of time - not a bad move considering what we are contending with.
But our warfare seems for now limited to the spiritual battles which lie at the heart of what our civilizations become - as determined by each and one of us.
Perhaps it is time - as the tides of time and fortune seem to indicate - that the ultimate spiritual battle for the heart and soul of human kind is now being waged.
Lucky us - we may well not have chosen these times - but it appears the times have chosen us.
Maybe with the recent attempts to stem the tide of truth the headlines will soon read:
Governments Which Declared Epidemic Now Declared To Be Defunct and Irrelevant
As Citizens of Many Nation States Declare Themselves Tax Exempt
Who knows which way this will go - but more and more good news breaks along with all the floods of hatred, anger and hostility.
From @ Dr. Margaret Aranda
Truth will always stand like a lion.
Congratulations Star Seeds - Your Courage Is Paying Off!
And in the words of one poet who has stood the best he has been able for the poet’s role in this battle - see It’s Alright Ma (I’m Only Bleeding):
The world may be waking up but it has a long long way to go before it can or will face the real truth.
The answers for many millennia have always remained same - but in a world which prefers Rome over the alternatives - the choices we have made are becoming all too precise and too clear.
“Darkness at the break of noon
Shadows even the silver spoon
The handmade blade, the child’s balloon
Eclipses both the sun and moon
To understand you know too soon
There is no sense in trying
Pointed threats, they bluff with scorn
Suicide remarks are torn
From the fool’s gold mouthpiece the hollow horn
Plays wasted words, proves to warn
That he not busy being born is busy dying
Temptation’s page flies out the door
You follow, find yourself at war
Watch waterfalls of pity roar
You feel to moan but unlike before
You discover that you’d just be one more
Person crying
So don’t fear if you hear
A foreign sound to your ear
It’s alright, Ma, I’m only sighing
As some warn victory, some downfall
Private reasons great or small
Can be seen in the eyes of those that call
To make all that should be killed to crawl
While others say don’t hate nothing at all
Except hatred
Disillusioned words like bullets bark
As human gods aim for their mark
Make everything from toy guns that spark
To flesh-colored Christs that glow in the dark
It’s easy to see without looking too far
That not much is really sacred
While preachers preach of evil fates
Teachers teach that knowledge waits
Can lead to hundred-dollar plates
Goodness hides behind its gates
But even the president of the United States
Sometimes must have to stand naked
An’ though the rules of the road have been lodged
It’s only people’s games that you got to dodge
And it’s alright, Ma, I can make it
Advertising signs they con
You into thinking you’re the one
That can do what’s never been done
That can win what’s never been won
Meantime life outside goes on
All around you
You lose yourself, you reappear
You suddenly find you got nothing to fear
Alone you stand with nobody near
When a trembling distant voice, unclear
Startles your sleeping ears to hear
That somebody thinks they really found you
A question in your nerves is lit
Yet you know there is no answer fit
To satisfy, insure you not to quit
To keep it in your mind and not forget
That it is not he or she or them or it
That you belong to
Although the masters make the rules
For the wise men and the fools
I got nothing, Ma, to live up to
For them that must obey authority
That they do not respect in any degree
Who despise their jobs, their destinies
Speak jealously of them that are free
Cultivate their flowers to be
Nothing more than something they invest in
While some on principles baptized
To strict party platform ties
Social clubs in drag disguise
Outsiders they can freely criticize
Tell nothing except who to idolize
And then say God bless him
While one who sings with his tongue on fire
Gargles in the rat race choir
Bent out of shape from society’s pliers
Cares not to come up any higher
But rather get you down in the hole
That he’s in
But I mean no harm nor put fault
On anyone that lives in a vault
But it’s alright, Ma, if I can’t please him
Old lady judges watch people in pairs
Limited in sex, they dare
To push fake morals, insult and stare
While money doesn’t talk, it swears
Obscenity, who really cares
Propaganda, all is phony
While them that defend what they cannot see
With a killer’s pride, security
It blows the minds most bitterly
For them that think death’s honesty
Won’t fall upon them naturally
Life sometimes must get lonely
My eyes collide head-on with stuffed
Graveyards, false gods, I scuff
At pettiness which plays so rough
Walk upside-down inside handcuffs
Kick my legs to crash it off
Say okay, I have had enough
what else can you show me?
And if my thought-dreams could be seen
They’d probably put my head in a guillotine
But it’s alright, Ma, it’s life, and life only”
It’s alright, Ma (I’m only bleeding), Bob Dylan
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