American Messiah
BY
J. A. Hall
Part I
Chapter One
Queens, New York
May 14, 2012
When Valora stepped from the plane’s tubular loading bridge, she eyed a unit of commandos up at the far end. Passengers up ahead were covering their mouths in horror. The soldiers cautioned her not to look, but it only fueled her curiosity. As she passed, she saw a sprawled body draped under a white sheet, a circle of blood widening.
Rapidly she made her way through terminal B, pass the passenger checkpoint and into the nearly impenetrable crowd. Her roller bag acted like an anchor dragging across the ocean floor, slowing her course through the sea of bodies. Bracing herself, she moved through the human mass like a tiny icebreaker. At 5’5” she couldn’t see beyond the manacle of compressed frames. If she was going to find a way through, she needed to climb to higher ground.
Valora had flowered into a beautiful young woman. Her eyes were the color of a lazy autumn afternoon, her skin caramel brown, and her smile pure sunshine. Her demure facade contrasted sharply with her fiery spirit and passion for life.
She was nineteen, but appeared even younger. Her petite but sturdy frame was clad in faded jeans, a white tee shirt, and a sage-colored Air Force jacket. A white gold necklace adorned her slender neck.
She tried to screen out the disconcerting chatter and the cries of unfed babies. The loud voice overhead made no mention of shuttle buses or transports into the city. Valora slipped her cell from her pocket, flipped the lid back with a quick motion of her hand, checked for a signal, and then shoved it back into her jean pocket.
Following the crowd, she made her way to the main entrance. As she stepped through the glass doors of the central terminal building, she was greeted by a blast of hot air. From the frying pan into the fire, she thought.
Eyeing the chaos out front, her prospects for getting into the city vanished like the cool air she’d left behind. Seeing a red cap (baggage handler) standing with his back to her, she tapped his shoulder. He didn’t respond. The man’s eyes were fixed on something far off. She gently clutched his arm. He spun sharply, his eyes piercing and his eyebrows kneaded in irritation.
“What is it?” snapped the hulking figure.
“I just flew in from the West Coast and I’m trying to reach Manhattan.”
“Consider it a blessing that you made it this far. These poor souls aren’t going anywhere. The airport is about to announce a complete shutdown, then all hell is gonna break loose.” Then he abruptly turned away. A second tap caused the large man’s eyes to roll.
“Maybe I haven’t made myself clear,” Valora stated. “I have to get into the city! Now, the sooner you tell me how, the sooner I’m out of your hair.”
“Like everyone else, the best way that you can, young lady.” The man chuckled, his belly giggling like Jell-O during an earthquake. Valora’s face remained calm, yet resolute.
“Okay, here’s the picture,” the man said, his tone grim. “The shuttle bus was suspended days ago when the rental companies closed their doors and the public transit is a no-go. Unless you got a car, there are only two ways in or out of the city. You can walk, but I wouldn’t advise it, things being the way they are, or you can grab a taxi.
“However, let me warn you ahead of time. The going rate for a taxi into the city is anywhere between five hundred and one thousand dollars, depending on where it is in the city you’re headed. But if you’re short on cash, some of them will take jewelry or other valuables. How are your fixed for money?” Valora left the question unanswered.
“Thanks for the help,” she said. Then she pivoted and weaved her way through the swarm of would-be travelers occupying the drop-off zone. One of the paramedics directed her to the far end of a long, curled loading strip. Knapsack strapped on and toting her suitcase, Valora arrived at a stream of yellow cabs.
“How much do you charge to the city?” she asked the first cabbie that she came to.
“Eight-hundred dollars,” he replied in a Middle Eastern accent, without bothering to look up from his overseas newspaper. Valora pressed on. The next driver was out of the cab before she could say a word, snatching up her suitcase and flinging it into the trunk.
“How much?” Valora asked.
“Not much, only six-hundred dollars. The others are thieves. Mohammed’s rate, on the other hand, is most fair.”
“I’ve got about three hundred, which is more than fair,” Valora stated, standing firm. The cabby grumbled something in his native perhaps Pakistani or East Indian tongue. His face registered mild disappointment as he started to retrieve the suitcase. She delayed him by gently seizing his lower arm.
“I don’t have that kind of cash on me. But, I have a ring that’s very valuable.” The driver quickly spun around. He plucked the ring from her outstretched palm. Like a master jeweler, holding the ring up, he appraised the gold band, inlaid with tiny rubies and diamonds. After chomping down on the ring, a gluttonous smile flashed on his sand-colored face.
An hour passed before the driver managed to pack his cab with human cargo. The cab’s back seat held three passengers, including Valora, with a fourth occupying the seat alongside Mohammed. Satisfied with his haul, he instructed his passengers to buckle up as he lurched into traffic, following a stream of vehicles exiting LaGuardia.
Chapter Two
The eastbound lane of the Grand Central Parkway wasn’t half as bad as the traffic headed in the opposite direction. The exodus brought to mind rats abandoning a sinking ship. “Everyone’s fleeing the Big Apple,” the driver said letting loose a high-pitched and nasal snicker that grated on her, like fingernails down a blackboard. Valora’s only consolation was the thought that he’d get his in the end. Greasy, foul mouthed, avaricious cads like him always do, she thought.
Valora tried to ignore the cabby’s smugness by gazing out the window at the traffic on the Long Island Expressway, which was thick as flies on a discarded candy apple in summer. They dredged along bumper to bumper for the better part of two hours. No one spoke until Mohammed broke the silence.
“You see this is why Mohammed charges his rates. First, I must sit in this blasted traffic for hours, and then I must scrounge up petrol before fighting my way back to the airport.”
Valora couldn’t let it go. “Gee, Mohammed, I wonder if the Taxi and Limousine Commission would be interested in learning of your troubles. Maybe I’ll give them a call.”
“Be my guest. Oh, I forgot. You haven’t heard the city is shutdown, owner gone mad.” The annoying snicker returned with all the appeal of a root canal. “But, thanks for the offer,” he replied. Up ahead, the Midtown Tunnel entrance was crawling with security. The National Guard and the NYPD were out in force. A cold chill pierced Valora.
Points of entry into the city were being closely screened since the first truck bombs demolished parts of lower Wall Street, just shy of the Stock Exchange, and another exploded in front of the Empire State Building during morning rush hour.
A soldier, protected by a bulky black suit of body armor, usually reserved for the bomb squad, cautiously approached the cab. Valora smiled as the soldier reminded her of Timothy, the turtle, a gift from her father when she was five. The pimples on the soldier’s face and the peach fuzz carpeting his broad chin, avowed his tender age.
“What’s your business in the city?” the soldier asked coldly. Valora noticed for the first time a second soldier approaching from the passenger side, his lethal Heckler and Koch HK MP-5 submachine gun slung around his neck. The cabby stated his business coolly, thumbing back to his well-dressed fares.
“Let me see your driver’s license,” demanded the soldier. Mohammed had anticipated the soldier’s request, and quickly retrieved the document from the visor. After scanning the passengers, the soldier tossed the cabby his license, and waved them on.
The tunnel was their longest stretch of uninterrupted driving since leaving the airport. The exhaust fumes forced Valora to shorten her breaths. The dimness momentarily blinded her as the blaring car engines battered her eardrums. As they sped along, the speckle of light ahead gradually broadened into the greatest city in the world. At the sight of the city, she felt a surge of emotion. It was just as she remembered it, except it seemed less hectic.
With rush hour approaching, 34th Street should have been bustling. The thinned herds of tight-faced New Yorkers continued to display the total indifference for which they were famous. However, there was a hint of despair in their eyes that had not been there when she left for the University of California at Berkley.
The cabby announced their arrival. “Alright, we’re here, everybody out.” Before Valora could shake the stiffness from her legs, the driver had unloaded the luggage from the trunk and dumped it onto the sidewalk. Without giving his fares a second look, the little man jumped back behind the wheel and threw the cab in gear.
“Wait a minute,” Valora cried out, appearing beside him. “I need to get uptown.”
Not bothering to roll down the window. “No way,” the cabby balked, wagging his finger in the air like it was a wiper blade. “That was not part of the bargain. I distinctly said midtown Manhattan. You agreed. A deal is a deal. Besides, I don’t go anywhere near those people. They are…” He stopped ranting, appearing to have remembered to whom he was speaking.
“Hold on, I think I know your price.” Valora slid an antique Egyptian cartouche from around her neck and dangled it in front of the greedy little man.
The cabby lowered the window, snatched the necklace, and looked it over. “Okay, but I’m only going as far as 110th Street. I won’t venture into that…place no matter the price. I have heard the stories.” As Central Park was closed to traffic, the cabby took Central Park West. In less than a half hour, he pulled the cab over and came to a screeching halt.
This time he didn’t bother to leave the cab as Valora had thrown her bags beside her in the back. Valora watched as the driver hung a sharp U-turn, leaving a black arc in the center of the street and a trail of white smoke as he sped off.
Out on the streets, there wasn’t a cab in sight so she started east, on foot, to Seventh Avenue. From there, it was about twenty blocks to the Strivers Row section of Harlem. Harlem, too, was deserted, but she hardly noticed. Her thoughts were elsewhere. The closer she got to home, the more she reflected on the last conversation she’d had with her mother. Her mother’s voice had sounded hurried and strained. The closer she got to home, the more she sensed that something was dreadfully wrong.
Rushing up the steps and into the lavish brownstone, Valora found her mother bent over the sink. Running water threatened to spill over on to the floor, as Olivia stood listless, staring into space. Not even her daughter’s sudden appearance could arouse her from her dazed state.
Valora, taken aback by her mother’s condition, let drop her pack and rushed to her mother’s side. Finding her alone and under such circumstances could only mean one thing, Valora reasoned. Something had happened to her father. Throwing her arms around her mother, Valora whispered into her ear.
”Mother, what’s wrong? Where’s daddy?”
Olivia wailed mournfully and slumped toward the floor, appearing to give way to the heavy torment of her worst fears. Valora strained to get her to the kitchen table. With no better solution, Valora searched the cupboard for some of her mother’s special sassafras blend. After serving her mother a cup of herbal tea, Valora tried to draw from her mother the circumstances surrounding her father’s disappearance.
“If there was nothing wrong, he would have called. Well, wouldn’t he?” Olivia asked, cup trembling in her hands. “I’ve talked to everyone that we know, but no one has seen or heard from him. His office has been calling. They haven’t seen him in days.
“He had been spending a lot of time at the Schomburg library, even more than usual. But, when I finally got through to the main desk, they said their doors have been closed for weeks. He has never lied to me, not ever,” she proclaimed proudly, yet with a sound of finality. “Something awful must have happened.” She continued to voice her apprehension as fresh tears rolled down her cheeks. Valora, tissue in hand, slid close enough to wipe away her mother’s tears.
Valora could not help but notice that her mother looked older than she remembered. The dark circles around her eyes, telltale signs that she had not slept in days.
“Daddy will be coming through the door any minute now, you’ll see,” Valora asserted, flashing a cardboard smile. Olivia continued to stare at her own fidgeting hands; muttering to herself.
Later that night, after getting her mother to close her eyes, Valora finally flopped down on the oversized sofa in the living room. There she sifted through the specifics of her father’s vanishing. She tossed and tumbled the loose details of her father’s sudden departure around in her head for hours. Still, nothing.
Valora craved a tall Chardonnay, but decided on a cup of tea instead. After a visit to the kitchen, Valora set off for the den in search of a trail that might lead her out of the thick, tangled jungle of dead ends. Then, suddenly, it came to her. If he’d left a clue in the house, it would be on his PC.
As she skimmed his document folders, one file entitled, “Letter to Valora” stood out from the others. That had to be it. Opening the file, her father’s heartfelt words spilled out across the electronic pages.
My Dearest Valora:
If you are reading this letter, it means that my worst suspicions and fears have been realized.
From this day forth, you must face the fact that the nation, as it once was, has vanished like a mirage. Keep in mind in the coming months that everything that I did, I did for the two of you.
I tried to raise you to be a realist, but you were always a dreamer. Good thing too. The world will need dreamers and idealists more than ever. The world that you envisioned is now within your grasp. You must take the remnants of the old world and help to construct a better world on top of the ruins of the old.
From this moment on you must learn to trust your instincts. When the rioting starts, that will be the sign. Go into my closet and remove the back floorboards beneath the carpet. There you will find a safe. The combination is the same as your locker combination when you were a senior at Thurgood Marshall High. Inside you will find two keys. One will open the front door of the Schomburg. Once inside, head downstairs to the basement storage area. The second key will unlock your new home.
I want to believe that I have thought of everything. But I know that I haven’t.
I wanted so much to be with the both of you, but I am called to another fate. If we are to survive what I think is coming, we are going to have to organize and start preparing for the aftermath.
Take care of your mother for me. She is not as strong as you may think and she is going to need you now more than ever. Tell her nothing of this letter because it would only cause her more worry. It is better for her to think me dead.
You will always and forever live in my heart. Not a day will go by when I won’t curse providence for blessing me with the both of you and then taking you away. It seems the cruelest of all hoaxes.
Yet, all my hopes and dreams will spring forth from the winter of my discontent and find rebirth in the warmth of the June sun. Fear not, my daughter, God is with you always, and He will be all the strength that you will ever need.
Until we are together again,
Daddy
It seemed that her father saw the dark, storm clouds gathering far off on the future horizon long before most. He had been downloading articles from the electronic newspapers; as well as, military and survivalist data from a large cross section of sites. But, that wasn’t anything new. He researched countless topics. He had a passion for learning.
In addition, he was an avid chess player, honing his skill in the city’s parks. Through the game of chess, he taught Valora the fundamentals of military science and the art of war. He taught her to plan her moves far in advance and to use each piece in combination with the strengths and weaknesses of the other pieces.
Her father was fond of saying that the seeds of both victory and defeat lay in every move. Even a retreating move should compel one toward victory and not simply delay one’s defeat.
As she grew older, the two of them poured over the campaigns of Napoleon, Lee and Hannibal and discussed the tactical philosophies of Shaka, Sun Tzu, and Machiavelli, the way most families discussed box scores.
Hours passed like minutes as she sat, allowing her father’s grave message to burrow in. Valora could feel her father’s pain in his every word. She wondered what could coax him away from his family.
Having foreknowledge of the coming fate of the world must have forced him to die a thousand deaths, she thought.
Valora took another sip of tea, sat the mug down, and curled up in the recliner. Fully relaxed, she stared at the family photos adorned throughout the den. The resonating warmth of the tea mixed with memories of happier times brought a smile to her face.
As her father had forewarned, the coming days saw the start of widespread bank failures sending out shock waves across the globe from ground zero, New York City.
Night after night she sat watching her country coming apart on MSNBC. Meanwhile, Olivia slipped deeper into darkness. Valor knew that whatever she was going to do, she had to do it soon. Their window of opportunity was quickly closing. She was certain that she could get them to the underground refuge, but what then? With no better plan, she decided to go for it.
Saturday, September 27, 2008
Is Obama a Hollywood Creation?
Barack Obama's run for the presidency is making history. Some would contribute the groundbreaking event to the Civil Right movement, to American liberalism, or to a voter backlash resulting from the war in Iraq and to the failure of the government to prevent 9/11. No doubt all played some part. But, one of the most overlooked factors is the increasingly prominent roles of black actors in blockbuster films.
I never thought that I would live to see a black man nominated to run for the most important political office in the United States, or the world for that matter. Obama's impressive showing is not just a victory for black people, but a great victory for America.
I can remember in the 1960's attending afternoon matinees with my friends. Almost every Saturday the local theater offered up a carte du jour of Tarzan of the Apes, Elvis Presley, or John Wayne. Unlike our fathers, we were spared having to digest portions of Steppin Fitchit's monkey shine or Amos and Andy's buffoonery. In their rare appearances, black actors donned the roles of slaves, maids, butlers and servants, oftentimes with more than a touch of minstrel antics and Stagolee-like bravado. Hollywood still preferred black caricatures over black characters.
Importantly, during the fifties, Sidney Portier and Harry Belafonte won Hollywood acclaim in dramatic roles and planted the seeds of progressive change in the film industry. Some argued that the roles were assimilations role, Uncle Tom roles. To them I say: some unsatisfied with the pace of progress called both Martin Luther King and Booker T. Washington uncle toms. But, no one today can refute the fact that they knocked down barriers and reshape the way American thought about color. During this same period, Hollywood turned out quality films like Carmen Jones (with the great Dorothy Dandridge) and A Raisin in the Sun (with its all-star cast). The American public (blacks and whites) helped to turn them into both into box office gold.
In the seventies, Hollywood churned out films designed exploit black people's hunger for black heroes: Super Fly, Across 110th Street and Shaft were created to meet the demand. Blacks got their heroes, but at a dear price. In contrast to roles of the fifties, black roles lacked depth and were robbed it there universality. The world stage was narrowed to ghetto backdrops, where pimps, drug dealers and gun totting ruffians replaced Buckwheat, Black Sambo, and Picaninny. The black image continued to suffer from the legacy of racism. While these 'blaxploitation' films afforded many actors the opportunity to apply their trade, the stereotypical roles would typecast many of them in the long run.
Did Hollywood purposefully set out to degrade black people? Let just say that Hollywood has always played it safe and rarely ventured beyond what they thought white America wanted to see. So, for the most part, Hollywood can be accused being cowards in the faces of racist tradition. But, time would suggest thatHollywood should have given white audiences more credit.
By the nineties, Television depiction of the blacks made the giant leap from "Goodtimes" to "The Cosby Show". Meanwhile, Hollywood was casting black as generals (Morgan Freeman in Virus), corporate moguls (Samuel L. Jackson in Deep Blue Sea), and presidents (Morgan Freeman in Deep Impact, even God (again, Morgan Freeman in Bruce Almighty). Ironically, just a few years ago, Chris Rock starred in the film, Head of State, which figured a black man running for president. Although, suggesting a slim and unlikely possibility (due to a broad cultural schism), the film gave a glimpse of things to come.
Thousands of white voters lined up for hours to gain admission to the venues where Obama was speaking revealed a fundamental change in America. I couldn't help but conclude that Hollywood had been powerful agent. Although, I'm not suggesting that Hollywood alone prepared the way. But one can argue that seeing is believing. That is to say that black seen in powerful leadership roles may have compelled millions of Americans to rethink race, and consequently, politics.
That is to say that Dennis Haysbert's portrayal of a black president on the award winning television show '24' may have paved the way for an Obama. When I wrote American Messiah (about a mystical black child resurrecting American from the bowels of hell) the plot seemed farfetched, even more fanciful than the apocalyptic theme itself.
Was the literary marketplace ready for such a bold, black image I asked myself? At the time, I had my doubts. However, today it seems quite plausible. Seen in the context of American values and traditions (religious and secular), a black man or woman can represent an American Icon. Does it mean that race, with the aide of Hollywood casting, has been rendered a dead issue? Definitely not. But, a giant step has been taken with the success of Barack Obama, and the future remains to be written.
I never thought that I would live to see a black man nominated to run for the most important political office in the United States, or the world for that matter. Obama's impressive showing is not just a victory for black people, but a great victory for America.
I can remember in the 1960's attending afternoon matinees with my friends. Almost every Saturday the local theater offered up a carte du jour of Tarzan of the Apes, Elvis Presley, or John Wayne. Unlike our fathers, we were spared having to digest portions of Steppin Fitchit's monkey shine or Amos and Andy's buffoonery. In their rare appearances, black actors donned the roles of slaves, maids, butlers and servants, oftentimes with more than a touch of minstrel antics and Stagolee-like bravado. Hollywood still preferred black caricatures over black characters.
Importantly, during the fifties, Sidney Portier and Harry Belafonte won Hollywood acclaim in dramatic roles and planted the seeds of progressive change in the film industry. Some argued that the roles were assimilations role, Uncle Tom roles. To them I say: some unsatisfied with the pace of progress called both Martin Luther King and Booker T. Washington uncle toms. But, no one today can refute the fact that they knocked down barriers and reshape the way American thought about color. During this same period, Hollywood turned out quality films like Carmen Jones (with the great Dorothy Dandridge) and A Raisin in the Sun (with its all-star cast). The American public (blacks and whites) helped to turn them into both into box office gold.
In the seventies, Hollywood churned out films designed exploit black people's hunger for black heroes: Super Fly, Across 110th Street and Shaft were created to meet the demand. Blacks got their heroes, but at a dear price. In contrast to roles of the fifties, black roles lacked depth and were robbed it there universality. The world stage was narrowed to ghetto backdrops, where pimps, drug dealers and gun totting ruffians replaced Buckwheat, Black Sambo, and Picaninny. The black image continued to suffer from the legacy of racism. While these 'blaxploitation' films afforded many actors the opportunity to apply their trade, the stereotypical roles would typecast many of them in the long run.
Did Hollywood purposefully set out to degrade black people? Let just say that Hollywood has always played it safe and rarely ventured beyond what they thought white America wanted to see. So, for the most part, Hollywood can be accused being cowards in the faces of racist tradition. But, time would suggest thatHollywood should have given white audiences more credit.
By the nineties, Television depiction of the blacks made the giant leap from "Goodtimes" to "The Cosby Show". Meanwhile, Hollywood was casting black as generals (Morgan Freeman in Virus), corporate moguls (Samuel L. Jackson in Deep Blue Sea), and presidents (Morgan Freeman in Deep Impact, even God (again, Morgan Freeman in Bruce Almighty). Ironically, just a few years ago, Chris Rock starred in the film, Head of State, which figured a black man running for president. Although, suggesting a slim and unlikely possibility (due to a broad cultural schism), the film gave a glimpse of things to come.
Thousands of white voters lined up for hours to gain admission to the venues where Obama was speaking revealed a fundamental change in America. I couldn't help but conclude that Hollywood had been powerful agent. Although, I'm not suggesting that Hollywood alone prepared the way. But one can argue that seeing is believing. That is to say that black seen in powerful leadership roles may have compelled millions of Americans to rethink race, and consequently, politics.
That is to say that Dennis Haysbert's portrayal of a black president on the award winning television show '24' may have paved the way for an Obama. When I wrote American Messiah (about a mystical black child resurrecting American from the bowels of hell) the plot seemed farfetched, even more fanciful than the apocalyptic theme itself.
Was the literary marketplace ready for such a bold, black image I asked myself? At the time, I had my doubts. However, today it seems quite plausible. Seen in the context of American values and traditions (religious and secular), a black man or woman can represent an American Icon. Does it mean that race, with the aide of Hollywood casting, has been rendered a dead issue? Definitely not. But, a giant step has been taken with the success of Barack Obama, and the future remains to be written.
The Illuminati: America's Best Kept Secret
In the future a plot is hatched by the ILLUMINATI and carried out by eco-terrorists to bring down the guardian of the free world. In the aftermath of America's economic meltdown, the nation is plunged into chaos and civil war.
Amidst the carnage, a mystical black child is born. His birth prophesied by a modern day sage. On the winds of desperation, word spread of a future Messiah who will vanquish the evil government seated in the Midwest and restore the nation to its past glory.
But, the undermining of the world's most powerful nation did not take place over night. The seeds of America's destruction were planted by the founding fathers.
Most of the Founding Fathers were initiated into the St. John's Lodge located in Philadelphia, established by some of the colonial society's brightest minds by orders of the Grand Master. Thomas Jefferson, John Adams, Alexander Hamilton, Paul Revere, George Washington and John Marshall would all swear allegiance. With the exception of Alexander Hamilton most were cursory members with no true knowledge of it Mason's sullen intentions.
However, Benjamin Franklin was initiated into the highest level of the order in a special ceremony in London, where the Dark Priest himself presided over the proceedings. There Franklin was given the instructions for the design of the seal of the United State; the pyramidal motif would reference the origin of the organization with the pyramid indicating the incompleteness of the organizational task, and the all-seeing eyes representing the omniscient of Satan.
Numerology was utilized in the seal's design (and later in the design of nation's capital, and even in the nation's legal tender), conveying a message to those in the know.
Those within the inner circle knew that that the eye atop the pyramid didn't symbolize the God of Abraham, Isaac or Joseph, but omnipresence of the dark order.
The offer to join the secret society (with connections to the heads of Europe) was a nearly irresistible proposition, most weren't aware of the masterful plot to steal what Great Britain, with the world's most powerful army, could not conquer.
When Thomas Jefferson and George Washington woke to the reality of the subterfuge and Franklin no longer garnering the same influence he had before the war, the Masons put their hopes in Alexander Hamilton.
Under orders, he oversaw the creation of a central bank, one with the power to inflate and deflate the nation's currency. With such power, the order could gradually siphon off the nation wealth and render the entire population into slavery.
What the black nobility didn't count on was the vibrancy of the American spirit and its passion for self-governance. The American Revolution unleashed librating forces that make it difficult for the alien presence to reverse.
And, with the enormous proceeds from the tobacco trade and other cash crops, they were able to starve off foreclosure. So, the dark order bided its time, becoming a fixture in the hall of power and go-betweens for America's ruling elite and the vaults of Europe.
The War of 1812 was the order's first attempt to destroy the young nation. It was this satanic lot that facilitated the war that drove America deeper into debt with the European lenders.
By the time Andrew Jackson move into the White House, the secret societies of Europe had infiltrate the nation completely, though they still hadn't wrestled control from the old patriots.
When Jackson realized what was happening, he warned his fellow Americans. He was assassinated for his patriotism. Fortunately for him and an unsuspecting nation, the assassin's guns misfired and Jackson survived the plot on his life.
The Monroe Doctrine, drafted by John Quincy Adams, spoiled the European effort to establish a beachhead in Latin America. Which they planned to used to instigate conflict between the U.S. and it neighbors to the south.
The collaborators became too numerous to mention, but even that wasn't enough. So, the Hidden Hand decided to revert back to their first and most effective weapon. WAR. Divide and conquer was the strategy. The most polemical issues of the time were slavery and states rights. It did it very best to empty the U.S. treasury, so by the time of the firing on Fort Sumter, the coffer of the national government was nearly emptied.
However, Lincoln saw through the charade. The Rothschild's were counting on the North winning, but having to mortgage the future of the nation to bring about victory. Lincoln was full awareness of the banker's motives.
He warned the American people in speeches, but his voice was soon silenced when John Wilkes Booth, agent of the global money cartel.
The plot to impoverish American through the conflict failed because of the discovery of gold out west, which infused the weak economy with new life.
Nonetheless, the trumped up war cost the over six hundred thousand American lives.
Over the next fifty years, J.P. Morgan and J.D Rockefeller, promoting the Federal Reserve; the latest weapon in their arsenal, helped the black nobility to gain control of the American economy.
Shortly thereafter, the nation was plunged into the worst depression the nation had ever seen. Inflation, failed mortgage, and undervaluing American farmlands allowed them to fleece the country and to rob unborn generations of their rightful inheritance.
The next president to take a stand against what was perceived as America's intractable foe was Woodrow Wilson.
He warned the American Public: There is a power somewhere so organized, so subtle, so watchful, and so pervasive that they (honest men) better not speak above their breath when they speak in condemnation of it.
Once the dark force had acquired hundreds of America newspapers, freedom of speech became a thing of the past. American was steered into the war with Spain even against President Cleveland's better judgment. Adm. Alfred T. Mahan, commander in the British Royal Navy and sworn protector of the British Crown, embarked, through his influence in the war department, the nation on a course of imperialism.
This assured that the contrived German aggression in Europe would pull the U.S. into two world wars. Between the depression and First World War, America's national debt rose by 600%. In the following decades it would continue to escalate.
Nazi Scientist, who were said to be captured after the fall of the Third Reich, delivered the hydrogen bomb. What was supposed to be an unlimited source of energy turned out to be Pandora's Box, rendering a weapon of mass destruction.
Instead of liberating the world from, hunger, meaningless toil and suffering, it drew the world into a game of nuclear Russian roulette.
The political, military and ideological seeds of Armageddon planted with the annihilation of Nagasaki and Hiroshima, America faced off with the Communist menace. The stakes were never higher; the cost of staying in the game would be the blood the nation's young and the emptying of both national treasuries.
It wasn't long before the Cold War saw American occupying parts of Asia and Africa. The outcome is well-known, a war that nearly tore the nation apart.
Suffering from post Vietnam stress, the nation was offered drugs, sex, and rock' in roll to drown it grief. Hollywood, Madison Avenue, and the music industry was retooled with the latest in electronics, computer technology, and behavioral sciences for the essential role it was about to play in the usurpation of the minds of the American public.
Corporations had come of age by the 1950's and their appetite for profit married them to politics. It wasn't long before, they linked their future survival with that of U.S. laws and domestic policy. The line separating the business from politics became blurred, as it became necessary for the candidates to raise tremendous sums of money.
But, as the sixties dawned, it became clear to the corporate world, the future hinged ..ling the expenditure of the U.S. government. Military spending alone accounted for 26.6 percent of the budget. President Eisenhower warned the American people of the danger of the Military Industrial Complex. He saw, but was powerless to stop, creeping inflation and soaring budgets as a means of robbing the public.
John Fitzgerald Kennedy was assassinated because he took Eisenhower's words to heart. Joe Kennedy, father of the president and Attorney General of the United States, was ordered to call off his sons or else.
But, the older one was headstrong and he went along with his plan to pull the U.S. out of Southeast Asia, close military bases in various states across America, acts that angered many in the Pentagon. Kennedy realized the threat to American sovereignty after being maneuvered into the Bay of Pigs by the Pentagon and the CIA.
After refusing to give the orders for a full-scale invasion of Cuba, he tried to appease the forces that wanted a confrontation with the Russians. With members of the secret order of the snake cellularized throughout the Washington bureaucracy and members of the inner circle taking their orders from powers outside the U.S., the Cuban spy plane incidence was nearly escalated into World War III.
Kennedy called for the resignation of a number of generals who he discovered was undermining his authority as president. In a bold and dangerous move, he started to decentralize the CIA, in affect, dismantling the agency. Orders soon came down that he had to go. A coup was soon carried out right under the noses of the American people.
America was being torn apart at the seams, with a growing movements demonstrating acts of civil disobedience. Seeing the establishment as the enemy, they demanded an end to the war, an end to the destruction to the environment and an end to the dehumanization and alienation of the American people.
Over the next thirty years, the nation slide deeper into a pit of immorality, degradation, and material obsession. Misinformation and propaganda has succeeded at silencing the voice of the sixties.
With the fall of the U.S.S.R, America alone shouldered the awesome responsibility of being the world's only superpower. While America sought to police the world, the world grew more cognitive of her motives, more envious of her wealth, and more critical of her hypocritical foreign policies.
Terrorist and anarchist filled in the vacuum created by the fall of Red Menace. Hijacking Islam, they used threats of mass murder to force wealthy nations of the West to overextend themselves by appropriating larger and larger sums of their gross national product for security and less to productivity.
The invasion of Iraq played right into the hands of the terrorist, when Iran were the greater threat to world peace. The U.S. would discover that too late, as Iran teamed with Syria and continued to export suicide bombings, kidnappings, and weapon of mass destruction.
With Syria's and Iran's support, Sunni insurgencies stepped up their assault on coalition forces. The dark forces of Europe worked hard at turning America's former allies against her. With the exception of Britain and Israel, American alone in the quagmire. The backlash shouldn't have come as a surprise.
Amidst the carnage, a mystical black child is born. His birth prophesied by a modern day sage. On the winds of desperation, word spread of a future Messiah who will vanquish the evil government seated in the Midwest and restore the nation to its past glory.
But, the undermining of the world's most powerful nation did not take place over night. The seeds of America's destruction were planted by the founding fathers.
Most of the Founding Fathers were initiated into the St. John's Lodge located in Philadelphia, established by some of the colonial society's brightest minds by orders of the Grand Master. Thomas Jefferson, John Adams, Alexander Hamilton, Paul Revere, George Washington and John Marshall would all swear allegiance. With the exception of Alexander Hamilton most were cursory members with no true knowledge of it Mason's sullen intentions.
However, Benjamin Franklin was initiated into the highest level of the order in a special ceremony in London, where the Dark Priest himself presided over the proceedings. There Franklin was given the instructions for the design of the seal of the United State; the pyramidal motif would reference the origin of the organization with the pyramid indicating the incompleteness of the organizational task, and the all-seeing eyes representing the omniscient of Satan.
Numerology was utilized in the seal's design (and later in the design of nation's capital, and even in the nation's legal tender), conveying a message to those in the know.
Those within the inner circle knew that that the eye atop the pyramid didn't symbolize the God of Abraham, Isaac or Joseph, but omnipresence of the dark order.
The offer to join the secret society (with connections to the heads of Europe) was a nearly irresistible proposition, most weren't aware of the masterful plot to steal what Great Britain, with the world's most powerful army, could not conquer.
When Thomas Jefferson and George Washington woke to the reality of the subterfuge and Franklin no longer garnering the same influence he had before the war, the Masons put their hopes in Alexander Hamilton.
Under orders, he oversaw the creation of a central bank, one with the power to inflate and deflate the nation's currency. With such power, the order could gradually siphon off the nation wealth and render the entire population into slavery.
What the black nobility didn't count on was the vibrancy of the American spirit and its passion for self-governance. The American Revolution unleashed librating forces that make it difficult for the alien presence to reverse.
And, with the enormous proceeds from the tobacco trade and other cash crops, they were able to starve off foreclosure. So, the dark order bided its time, becoming a fixture in the hall of power and go-betweens for America's ruling elite and the vaults of Europe.
The War of 1812 was the order's first attempt to destroy the young nation. It was this satanic lot that facilitated the war that drove America deeper into debt with the European lenders.
By the time Andrew Jackson move into the White House, the secret societies of Europe had infiltrate the nation completely, though they still hadn't wrestled control from the old patriots.
When Jackson realized what was happening, he warned his fellow Americans. He was assassinated for his patriotism. Fortunately for him and an unsuspecting nation, the assassin's guns misfired and Jackson survived the plot on his life.
The Monroe Doctrine, drafted by John Quincy Adams, spoiled the European effort to establish a beachhead in Latin America. Which they planned to used to instigate conflict between the U.S. and it neighbors to the south.
The collaborators became too numerous to mention, but even that wasn't enough. So, the Hidden Hand decided to revert back to their first and most effective weapon. WAR. Divide and conquer was the strategy. The most polemical issues of the time were slavery and states rights. It did it very best to empty the U.S. treasury, so by the time of the firing on Fort Sumter, the coffer of the national government was nearly emptied.
However, Lincoln saw through the charade. The Rothschild's were counting on the North winning, but having to mortgage the future of the nation to bring about victory. Lincoln was full awareness of the banker's motives.
He warned the American people in speeches, but his voice was soon silenced when John Wilkes Booth, agent of the global money cartel.
The plot to impoverish American through the conflict failed because of the discovery of gold out west, which infused the weak economy with new life.
Nonetheless, the trumped up war cost the over six hundred thousand American lives.
Over the next fifty years, J.P. Morgan and J.D Rockefeller, promoting the Federal Reserve; the latest weapon in their arsenal, helped the black nobility to gain control of the American economy.
Shortly thereafter, the nation was plunged into the worst depression the nation had ever seen. Inflation, failed mortgage, and undervaluing American farmlands allowed them to fleece the country and to rob unborn generations of their rightful inheritance.
The next president to take a stand against what was perceived as America's intractable foe was Woodrow Wilson.
He warned the American Public: There is a power somewhere so organized, so subtle, so watchful, and so pervasive that they (honest men) better not speak above their breath when they speak in condemnation of it.
Once the dark force had acquired hundreds of America newspapers, freedom of speech became a thing of the past. American was steered into the war with Spain even against President Cleveland's better judgment. Adm. Alfred T. Mahan, commander in the British Royal Navy and sworn protector of the British Crown, embarked, through his influence in the war department, the nation on a course of imperialism.
This assured that the contrived German aggression in Europe would pull the U.S. into two world wars. Between the depression and First World War, America's national debt rose by 600%. In the following decades it would continue to escalate.
Nazi Scientist, who were said to be captured after the fall of the Third Reich, delivered the hydrogen bomb. What was supposed to be an unlimited source of energy turned out to be Pandora's Box, rendering a weapon of mass destruction.
Instead of liberating the world from, hunger, meaningless toil and suffering, it drew the world into a game of nuclear Russian roulette.
The political, military and ideological seeds of Armageddon planted with the annihilation of Nagasaki and Hiroshima, America faced off with the Communist menace. The stakes were never higher; the cost of staying in the game would be the blood the nation's young and the emptying of both national treasuries.
It wasn't long before the Cold War saw American occupying parts of Asia and Africa. The outcome is well-known, a war that nearly tore the nation apart.
Suffering from post Vietnam stress, the nation was offered drugs, sex, and rock' in roll to drown it grief. Hollywood, Madison Avenue, and the music industry was retooled with the latest in electronics, computer technology, and behavioral sciences for the essential role it was about to play in the usurpation of the minds of the American public.
Corporations had come of age by the 1950's and their appetite for profit married them to politics. It wasn't long before, they linked their future survival with that of U.S. laws and domestic policy. The line separating the business from politics became blurred, as it became necessary for the candidates to raise tremendous sums of money.
But, as the sixties dawned, it became clear to the corporate world, the future hinged ..ling the expenditure of the U.S. government. Military spending alone accounted for 26.6 percent of the budget. President Eisenhower warned the American people of the danger of the Military Industrial Complex. He saw, but was powerless to stop, creeping inflation and soaring budgets as a means of robbing the public.
John Fitzgerald Kennedy was assassinated because he took Eisenhower's words to heart. Joe Kennedy, father of the president and Attorney General of the United States, was ordered to call off his sons or else.
But, the older one was headstrong and he went along with his plan to pull the U.S. out of Southeast Asia, close military bases in various states across America, acts that angered many in the Pentagon. Kennedy realized the threat to American sovereignty after being maneuvered into the Bay of Pigs by the Pentagon and the CIA.
After refusing to give the orders for a full-scale invasion of Cuba, he tried to appease the forces that wanted a confrontation with the Russians. With members of the secret order of the snake cellularized throughout the Washington bureaucracy and members of the inner circle taking their orders from powers outside the U.S., the Cuban spy plane incidence was nearly escalated into World War III.
Kennedy called for the resignation of a number of generals who he discovered was undermining his authority as president. In a bold and dangerous move, he started to decentralize the CIA, in affect, dismantling the agency. Orders soon came down that he had to go. A coup was soon carried out right under the noses of the American people.
America was being torn apart at the seams, with a growing movements demonstrating acts of civil disobedience. Seeing the establishment as the enemy, they demanded an end to the war, an end to the destruction to the environment and an end to the dehumanization and alienation of the American people.
Over the next thirty years, the nation slide deeper into a pit of immorality, degradation, and material obsession. Misinformation and propaganda has succeeded at silencing the voice of the sixties.
With the fall of the U.S.S.R, America alone shouldered the awesome responsibility of being the world's only superpower. While America sought to police the world, the world grew more cognitive of her motives, more envious of her wealth, and more critical of her hypocritical foreign policies.
Terrorist and anarchist filled in the vacuum created by the fall of Red Menace. Hijacking Islam, they used threats of mass murder to force wealthy nations of the West to overextend themselves by appropriating larger and larger sums of their gross national product for security and less to productivity.
The invasion of Iraq played right into the hands of the terrorist, when Iran were the greater threat to world peace. The U.S. would discover that too late, as Iran teamed with Syria and continued to export suicide bombings, kidnappings, and weapon of mass destruction.
With Syria's and Iran's support, Sunni insurgencies stepped up their assault on coalition forces. The dark forces of Europe worked hard at turning America's former allies against her. With the exception of Britain and Israel, American alone in the quagmire. The backlash shouldn't have come as a surprise.
America at the Crossroads
I am sorry to burst your bubble, but Barack Obama is no messiah. He cannot single handedly cure the nation's ills. Some people are looking to him to save America. They want him to do what they themselves cannot, or will not. And, that is to steer the great ship of state from its course of business as usual. And, John McCain is the same old Republican Party brand. Paradoxically, he claims to have the answers to many of the problems that his party under President Bush caused in the first place.
Now I've make some pretty harsh accusations. To test there validity of my assertions, we will have probe little deeper. Let's start with what our country needs RIGHT NOW. For one, we need a government that is free of lies, open to change and compassionate.
What do we have now? To start with, look at the way that the America people were deceived about Iraq possessing nuclear weapons, WMD's. Do you remember all the propaganda the poured from the White House, with Condoleezza Rice, Gen. Collin Powell, and Donald Rumsfeld leading the crusade? After 911, with some much blame going around, few in Congress would dare challenge the President's call to arms.
The American people went to bed after watching the late night news convinced that Osama was under their bed waiting to cut their throats and Saddam was in the closet with a dirty bomb. Is it any wonder that the campaign to "shock and awe" the Iraqi people faced so little opposition in congress. When the TRUTH finally surfaced, we were knee dig in it. What did the war cost us?
Well, let's see. We had gone from having the sympathy of the world to being the scourge of the civilized world. As a result, we've become estranged from our allies and provided valuable propaganda for Al Qaeda recruitment machine. In addition, the billion dollars a day cost of the war has had a devastating affect on the American economy. Important social programs are being cut, and the American infrastructure continues to crumble, including: education, roads and bridges, water, energy, and transportation. So much for trusting the American government.
Democracy, if not for not of the consent of the people, is tyranny. Presidents have claimed to have the welfare of the American people at heart? However, paying off their debt to special interest supersedes all other priorities. Cast in point. Each presidents since the oil embargo of 1973 has placed the interest of the seven sisters, seven largest American oil companies over the needs of the American people. While oil profits reach record level, the working class takes a beating at the gas pump.
Even a blind man can see that our crude oil dependency results in: the death of thousands of America's son and daughters who are deployed to oil regions, the transfer of trillions of dollars to the Middle East, and the inflation of goods and services across the board. All of which undermine national security while financing the very same terrorists that the government claims to be seeking to destroy.
The third requirement of good government is compassion for its people. In response to that, I have one word for you. Katrina. I will never forget the faces of the tens of thousands abandoned by their government for 5 days to survive the best way they knew how. The president claimed that he was unaware of the crisis. He blamed the head of FEMA for the blunder, who when pressed for an answer by an enraged newswomen said that he had no idea of the horrendous conditions in New Orleans. These were Americans. Where was the same compassion shown to third world nations faced with natural disasters?
Can either candidate change the way Washington does business and provide the American people with what the Constitution says they are entitled to? I think not. In my humble opinion, the American people are going to have to get involved, and fast.
Apathy and rampant disconnect is the real enemy. How long can we use NASCAR, Monday Night Football, and American Idol to escape our responsibilities as citizens?
There dire consequences for our indifference. For example, if we want to lessen our dependency on foreign oil, we have to change our lifestyle. Drilling for more crude is not the answer. America must become energy conscious in a way we never have. In the same way we must become dedicated to transforming our faltering educational institutions, our corrupted financial institutions and outmoded factories.
With China and Japan on the rise and even Russia looking to return to world prominence, the future is now. We as a nation must face the reality that we are at a crossroads. The entire community must get involved in schools on all levels; businesses must provide internships to promising youth, those who are able must donate to charities, those without the finances must donate their time and those with skills must train others.
Make no mistake; our vast wealth will not save us, considering that we are currently thirteen trillion in the red and nearly haft our annual budget is going to service the interest alone. If the future of this nation is to rescued from the shifting sands of economic and technological change, it must begin at the bottom and work it way up, and not the other way around. In the words of John F. Kennedy: Ask not what your country can do for you, ask what you can do for your country.
Now I've make some pretty harsh accusations. To test there validity of my assertions, we will have probe little deeper. Let's start with what our country needs RIGHT NOW. For one, we need a government that is free of lies, open to change and compassionate.
What do we have now? To start with, look at the way that the America people were deceived about Iraq possessing nuclear weapons, WMD's. Do you remember all the propaganda the poured from the White House, with Condoleezza Rice, Gen. Collin Powell, and Donald Rumsfeld leading the crusade? After 911, with some much blame going around, few in Congress would dare challenge the President's call to arms.
The American people went to bed after watching the late night news convinced that Osama was under their bed waiting to cut their throats and Saddam was in the closet with a dirty bomb. Is it any wonder that the campaign to "shock and awe" the Iraqi people faced so little opposition in congress. When the TRUTH finally surfaced, we were knee dig in it. What did the war cost us?
Well, let's see. We had gone from having the sympathy of the world to being the scourge of the civilized world. As a result, we've become estranged from our allies and provided valuable propaganda for Al Qaeda recruitment machine. In addition, the billion dollars a day cost of the war has had a devastating affect on the American economy. Important social programs are being cut, and the American infrastructure continues to crumble, including: education, roads and bridges, water, energy, and transportation. So much for trusting the American government.
Democracy, if not for not of the consent of the people, is tyranny. Presidents have claimed to have the welfare of the American people at heart? However, paying off their debt to special interest supersedes all other priorities. Cast in point. Each presidents since the oil embargo of 1973 has placed the interest of the seven sisters, seven largest American oil companies over the needs of the American people. While oil profits reach record level, the working class takes a beating at the gas pump.
Even a blind man can see that our crude oil dependency results in: the death of thousands of America's son and daughters who are deployed to oil regions, the transfer of trillions of dollars to the Middle East, and the inflation of goods and services across the board. All of which undermine national security while financing the very same terrorists that the government claims to be seeking to destroy.
The third requirement of good government is compassion for its people. In response to that, I have one word for you. Katrina. I will never forget the faces of the tens of thousands abandoned by their government for 5 days to survive the best way they knew how. The president claimed that he was unaware of the crisis. He blamed the head of FEMA for the blunder, who when pressed for an answer by an enraged newswomen said that he had no idea of the horrendous conditions in New Orleans. These were Americans. Where was the same compassion shown to third world nations faced with natural disasters?
Can either candidate change the way Washington does business and provide the American people with what the Constitution says they are entitled to? I think not. In my humble opinion, the American people are going to have to get involved, and fast.
Apathy and rampant disconnect is the real enemy. How long can we use NASCAR, Monday Night Football, and American Idol to escape our responsibilities as citizens?
There dire consequences for our indifference. For example, if we want to lessen our dependency on foreign oil, we have to change our lifestyle. Drilling for more crude is not the answer. America must become energy conscious in a way we never have. In the same way we must become dedicated to transforming our faltering educational institutions, our corrupted financial institutions and outmoded factories.
With China and Japan on the rise and even Russia looking to return to world prominence, the future is now. We as a nation must face the reality that we are at a crossroads. The entire community must get involved in schools on all levels; businesses must provide internships to promising youth, those who are able must donate to charities, those without the finances must donate their time and those with skills must train others.
Make no mistake; our vast wealth will not save us, considering that we are currently thirteen trillion in the red and nearly haft our annual budget is going to service the interest alone. If the future of this nation is to rescued from the shifting sands of economic and technological change, it must begin at the bottom and work it way up, and not the other way around. In the words of John F. Kennedy: Ask not what your country can do for you, ask what you can do for your country.
God, Man, and Creation
I've passed beyond this world and experienced worlds greater in number than all the grains of sands on all the beaches of the world. I have bathed in the truth of the living waters, found eternity in the moment and seen the universe in a grain of sand. All imaged boundaries faded in to a forgotten dream. Through the eternal spirit, the totality of creation has been revealed to me.
I was fed Nirvana from the open hand of the Great Buddha, awoke to the dawn of the Christ Spirit, bowed in prayer with the Prophet Mohammed at an eternal sunset, meditated in the garden of creation beside Lao Tzu, and was guided to the Great Hall of Souls by Upanishads, Keeper of the collective consciousness of man. Freed of all earthly chains, my soul transcended.
Beyond the veil of the material world laid worlds of freely interpenetrating spectrums of light energy emanating from a vibratory essence. Starting with a creative pulsation of divine volition, man begins his journey into being. Down through the spiritual, astral and material planes he descends. This emanation of light grows dimmer and dimmer as the soul descends to the low levels of consciousness. Finally, the eternal substance becomes manifest in earthly clothing.
Man's manifestation on the material plain is part of the divine process of creation, where life acts upon life to eternally perpetuate itself. All becoming all. Essence preceding existence. The One becomes the many without losing any part of itself. The Whole is present in all of it parts as the part is present in the Whole. As the light of creation resides in man, man possesses a gushing fountain of unconditional potentiality.
Sadly, in the lower conscious state, he remembers not his wholeness, his oneness with all of creation. Instead, he remained trapped by the very tools he uses to view the world. His logical mind aided by the sensory organs spits his reality, casting him afloat in the waters of life.
Most souls are held under the siren's lure of the five senses. The enlightened; however, see with mystical eyes, hear with ears born of the immaterial, and feel textures of countless variety. Their awareness encompasses the astral side of the five senses as well as a sixth and seventh senses. The sixth-sense exist as intuition and the seventh as thought transfer. Everyone has these synchronistic experiences at one time or another, but lacking knowledge of the cosmic laws of the universe, they brush them off as coincidences or unexplainable phenomena. Some heightened souls, while on earth, cultivate their spiritual nature, surpassing the use of the five senses to achieve extraordinary vision. These souls may either use their powers for the good of the planet or for selfish enterprises thus inviting calamity and lost of power. By giving in to their bestial nature, these few retard humanity's spiritual restoration.
They act as false prophets (betraying God and man) steering humanity away form there light of truth. Their world is flooded with negative thought-forms that vibrate at base frequencies. Humanity is then held in the grips of perpetual slumber. He is unable to awaken to the eternal sunrise and his rightful place in the universal order.
These thought-forms fasten man's linear perception of the past, present, and future. His time machine provides a spatial and temporal corridor that plays host to his object reality. At the center of his imaginary universe is his created self, his ego self.
In the ego dominated world, man's lower nature rules supreme. Believing that he exist as apart of yet apart from all of creation, man ignores his immortality and wages all out war against what he perceives to be a treat to his continued existence.
The ego nature is exclusively concerned with the finite world, a world of objectives. The ego's council is false. It whispers words of deception in man's ear as he sleeps. He assures man that the dream is reality and reality is but a dream. The words describe a world of boundaries and separation. From the initial separation of man and divinity, a myriad of boundaries emerge to imprison him. The human personality then governed by categories of limitation beginning with the supposed separation of matter and energy.
Earth's scientist are beginning discover what mystic sages have known for eons. Matter and energy are two different sides of the same coin. At the very essence, this dichotomy (as with all others) is the Great Void discernible in the physical robes of duality and multiplicity.
Here lays the ontological keys to the celestial doors of divinity. Unlocking the door, an ever existing and ever reaching sea of pure energy that is existence is revealed. Man's oneness with all of existence is discovered. With this illumination comes the power to cure the sick, transformed smoke to stone, or transcend the time-space continuum. All things are possible in this elevated state of consciousness.
Others cannot let go. They are held in the hellish grips of the demons of their own mind.
Not even the fellowship of the Doves can reach them in these dark, putrid dungeons of the ego-mind's creation. They may be reincarnated but, only to begin again below evolutionary stage of a man. That soul will have to circumambulate up through the sublevels of the material plane.
Life acting upon life creating a cosmic helix spiral. The helix is composed of a cosmic substance emulating from the living intelligence in the hologramic medium of sub-atomic particles. This atomic singularity is the source of all matter, including the body of man, and is the buttress of objective reality.
Souls that have suffered great guilt or pain on earth may relive those experiences, and thus reviving those emotions. Sorrow and self-loathing may descend upon those who have taken a life or inflected great pain on others. He or she has to learn to let go of the terrible wrongs. Before they can ascend to higher levels within the astral plane, they have to forgive others as well as themselves.
These thoughts weigh heavy on the soul, and cause it to resonate at a lower frequency. Reincarnation may be the only way for them to work through and overcome the thoughts of pain or suffering that impedes their progression. Some may live out several lives before accomplishing them.While the astral plane is mutable and altered by the power of thought, the soul cannot be fooled like the mind, which may be tricked into mistaking a lie for the truth. One by one the illusions of sins or mistakes and the self-condemnation that surely follows, must be brought into light of truth. There they are banished forever from all planes of existence. On the higher sub-levels of the astral plane, thoughts flow in melodious accord with the rhythm of creation. The eyes of the soul enjoy misty waterfalls, dazzling sunrises, placid gardens and wondrous mountains vistas.
To speed their journey to the phases beyond the astral plane, some higher souls serve other souls who are confined by their thoughts to grosser levels. When the angels of light drives out the last vestiges of darkness, these souls transcend into the casual plane of consciousness, pure consciousness.
Awaiting them on the casual plane is still subtler energy levels where even thoughts and memories are no longer needed. The soul may choose to exist as an eternal thought, an eternal scintillation of light from the ethereal Sun, or enter the dreamless sleep of Avatar. By letting go of ideation, the soul is freed from the last feelings of insufficiency, limitation, and finitude. Letting go of the memories of mortality, the soul is free to exist as a divine thought even after dissolution.
Oceans of light envelope the soul. All desires and cravings are gone, because the objects of all one's fears are dissolved. The illusions that accompany finite thoughts are shattered and dispelled from the boundless province of the soul. Beyond the initial stages of the casual plain are the seven eternities. Mother, beyond this man cannot conceptualize or visualize. It is beyond his imagination or speculation. All that I can tell you is the living presence assures that everyone achieves happiness in the end and all creation works to that end."
I was fed Nirvana from the open hand of the Great Buddha, awoke to the dawn of the Christ Spirit, bowed in prayer with the Prophet Mohammed at an eternal sunset, meditated in the garden of creation beside Lao Tzu, and was guided to the Great Hall of Souls by Upanishads, Keeper of the collective consciousness of man. Freed of all earthly chains, my soul transcended.
Beyond the veil of the material world laid worlds of freely interpenetrating spectrums of light energy emanating from a vibratory essence. Starting with a creative pulsation of divine volition, man begins his journey into being. Down through the spiritual, astral and material planes he descends. This emanation of light grows dimmer and dimmer as the soul descends to the low levels of consciousness. Finally, the eternal substance becomes manifest in earthly clothing.
Man's manifestation on the material plain is part of the divine process of creation, where life acts upon life to eternally perpetuate itself. All becoming all. Essence preceding existence. The One becomes the many without losing any part of itself. The Whole is present in all of it parts as the part is present in the Whole. As the light of creation resides in man, man possesses a gushing fountain of unconditional potentiality.
Sadly, in the lower conscious state, he remembers not his wholeness, his oneness with all of creation. Instead, he remained trapped by the very tools he uses to view the world. His logical mind aided by the sensory organs spits his reality, casting him afloat in the waters of life.
Most souls are held under the siren's lure of the five senses. The enlightened; however, see with mystical eyes, hear with ears born of the immaterial, and feel textures of countless variety. Their awareness encompasses the astral side of the five senses as well as a sixth and seventh senses. The sixth-sense exist as intuition and the seventh as thought transfer. Everyone has these synchronistic experiences at one time or another, but lacking knowledge of the cosmic laws of the universe, they brush them off as coincidences or unexplainable phenomena. Some heightened souls, while on earth, cultivate their spiritual nature, surpassing the use of the five senses to achieve extraordinary vision. These souls may either use their powers for the good of the planet or for selfish enterprises thus inviting calamity and lost of power. By giving in to their bestial nature, these few retard humanity's spiritual restoration.
They act as false prophets (betraying God and man) steering humanity away form there light of truth. Their world is flooded with negative thought-forms that vibrate at base frequencies. Humanity is then held in the grips of perpetual slumber. He is unable to awaken to the eternal sunrise and his rightful place in the universal order.
These thought-forms fasten man's linear perception of the past, present, and future. His time machine provides a spatial and temporal corridor that plays host to his object reality. At the center of his imaginary universe is his created self, his ego self.
In the ego dominated world, man's lower nature rules supreme. Believing that he exist as apart of yet apart from all of creation, man ignores his immortality and wages all out war against what he perceives to be a treat to his continued existence.
The ego nature is exclusively concerned with the finite world, a world of objectives. The ego's council is false. It whispers words of deception in man's ear as he sleeps. He assures man that the dream is reality and reality is but a dream. The words describe a world of boundaries and separation. From the initial separation of man and divinity, a myriad of boundaries emerge to imprison him. The human personality then governed by categories of limitation beginning with the supposed separation of matter and energy.
Earth's scientist are beginning discover what mystic sages have known for eons. Matter and energy are two different sides of the same coin. At the very essence, this dichotomy (as with all others) is the Great Void discernible in the physical robes of duality and multiplicity.
Here lays the ontological keys to the celestial doors of divinity. Unlocking the door, an ever existing and ever reaching sea of pure energy that is existence is revealed. Man's oneness with all of existence is discovered. With this illumination comes the power to cure the sick, transformed smoke to stone, or transcend the time-space continuum. All things are possible in this elevated state of consciousness.
Others cannot let go. They are held in the hellish grips of the demons of their own mind.
Not even the fellowship of the Doves can reach them in these dark, putrid dungeons of the ego-mind's creation. They may be reincarnated but, only to begin again below evolutionary stage of a man. That soul will have to circumambulate up through the sublevels of the material plane.
Life acting upon life creating a cosmic helix spiral. The helix is composed of a cosmic substance emulating from the living intelligence in the hologramic medium of sub-atomic particles. This atomic singularity is the source of all matter, including the body of man, and is the buttress of objective reality.
Souls that have suffered great guilt or pain on earth may relive those experiences, and thus reviving those emotions. Sorrow and self-loathing may descend upon those who have taken a life or inflected great pain on others. He or she has to learn to let go of the terrible wrongs. Before they can ascend to higher levels within the astral plane, they have to forgive others as well as themselves.
These thoughts weigh heavy on the soul, and cause it to resonate at a lower frequency. Reincarnation may be the only way for them to work through and overcome the thoughts of pain or suffering that impedes their progression. Some may live out several lives before accomplishing them.While the astral plane is mutable and altered by the power of thought, the soul cannot be fooled like the mind, which may be tricked into mistaking a lie for the truth. One by one the illusions of sins or mistakes and the self-condemnation that surely follows, must be brought into light of truth. There they are banished forever from all planes of existence. On the higher sub-levels of the astral plane, thoughts flow in melodious accord with the rhythm of creation. The eyes of the soul enjoy misty waterfalls, dazzling sunrises, placid gardens and wondrous mountains vistas.
To speed their journey to the phases beyond the astral plane, some higher souls serve other souls who are confined by their thoughts to grosser levels. When the angels of light drives out the last vestiges of darkness, these souls transcend into the casual plane of consciousness, pure consciousness.
Awaiting them on the casual plane is still subtler energy levels where even thoughts and memories are no longer needed. The soul may choose to exist as an eternal thought, an eternal scintillation of light from the ethereal Sun, or enter the dreamless sleep of Avatar. By letting go of ideation, the soul is freed from the last feelings of insufficiency, limitation, and finitude. Letting go of the memories of mortality, the soul is free to exist as a divine thought even after dissolution.
Oceans of light envelope the soul. All desires and cravings are gone, because the objects of all one's fears are dissolved. The illusions that accompany finite thoughts are shattered and dispelled from the boundless province of the soul. Beyond the initial stages of the casual plain are the seven eternities. Mother, beyond this man cannot conceptualize or visualize. It is beyond his imagination or speculation. All that I can tell you is the living presence assures that everyone achieves happiness in the end and all creation works to that end."
The Apocalypse: As American As Apple Pie
American has a growing love affair with the end of the world. Why this fondness with all things apocalyptical? Novels like "The Road "by Cormac McCarthy and "The Stand" by Stephen King are perennially perched atop a dozen bestseller's List.
Motion picture films like "I Am legend", adapted from Richard Matheson's 1954 novel, and "The Postman" by David Brin have earned more than respectable box office returns. But, more important is the growing success of the genre as a whole (films, literature, fine arts, and even heavy metal and gothic sound tracks). Its mushrooming popularity reveals a dark undercurrent of the American psychic, manifesting an obsession with post-apocalyptic visions. Hollywood has already pulled the trigger on several apocalyptic thrillers aimed at teens and pre-teen audiences.
While significant groundwork was laid during the 1920's and 1930's, the real work was done in the aftermath of War World II. Science fiction writers imagined a planet occupied by alien life forms, or wrote of meteor showers leveling cities and bringing civilization to the brink.
Others world-enders pursued a more religious theme, threading the stories with the ultimate triumph of the forces of God over the forces of the ungodly. Christian fiction writers, borrowing from the Old Testament, wrote of end days as prophesied in the Book of the Revelations. However, early religious fiction was limited to a paltry audience of apocalyptic aficionados and religious extremist. Nonetheless, by the start of the new millennium Left Behind, the blockbuster novel by Tim LaHaye and Jerry B. Jenkins, took the genre mainstream.
Secular visions of the apocalypse would have to wait a little while longer. American popular culture was beginning to embrace the-end-of-world-has-we-know-it.
Once everyone laughed and pointed at the psycho parading the end-is-coming sign, tolling the bell of Armageddon and preaching salvation. Ironically, now, Hollywood is financing those who would warn of impending disaster, and point to the dark omens. And, they do with digitalized high resolution film and surround sound.
The dropping of the Hiroshima and Nagasaki bombs and the Arms Race opened the door to the fear that one day the chickens could someday come home to the roost. The very same fear expressed comically in the classic Dr. Strangelove: How I Stopped Worrying and Learned to Love the Bomb. Bomb shelters, fallout drills and the emergence of the survivalist market was testimony to Americans growing apocalyptic dread. Total destruction became a real possibility for millions of Americans. Nowhere is post-apocalyptic American better depicted than in "Alas, Babylon" by Pat Frank and in "Canticles of Leibowitz" by Walter M. Miller.
But, America's growing infatuation with a domestic brand of Armageddon reached its apex with the 9/11 tragedy. The image of New Yorkers fleeing the crashing towers and the toxic clouds of the death was broadcast over and over until the image was emblazoned indelibly in our minds. America's exalted sense of invincibility came crashing down with the WTC, our feeling of security forever buried in the rubble.
However, there may be other reasons for the growing popularity of doom and gloom. American technological and economic achievements helped her to amass great wealth. The American standard of living is admired and envied the world over. In the history of the world, no society has achieved as much, so quickly.
Yet, no one knows more than Americans the price of that progress. While few Americans would trade their way of life for any other, psychologists have long documented the mounting feelings of alienation, acute anxiety and depression among the working masses. Most Americans at some points have felt like interchangeable cogs living a purposeless life in service of corporate American. Thus, no one knows better the crisis of progress.
This may explain America's perverse fascination with eschatological (what if) scenarios. I am Legend; the mega-budget post-apocalyptic film opens with, Will Smith, motoring through a deserted New York City in a red supercharged Mustang convertible. Later he's patiently stalks his prey, only to have it claimed by a family of lions. Man relegated back to just another hunter, just another creature having to kill to survive.
Strangely enough, as terrifying is the idea of being the last human alive is (not counting the mutated creatures wandering the landscape); the scene conveys a certain feeling of liberation. In the absence of both convention and law, there's only the law of nature. The way life was before the rise of civilization.
And, even in The Road, where a dying man and his young son faced spine-numbing cold, starvation, and a desolate and unforgiving countryside, there was a kind of deliverance, a lifting of the veil. I am not suggesting that Americans long for an end to it all. Yet, the growing genre may offer an exhilarating change, an escape, from the routine drudgery of rat race.
Another reason for the genre's growing popularity is the speculative aspect of the post-apocalyptic themes, artist stretching the limits of their imagination in regard to what is or is not possible. One writer wrote: "Apocalypse is one of those realms where the ideological spectrums bends into a circle and the extremes meet".
These thought experiments erase so-called boundaries, suspend ordinary thinking and incited a new consciousness, transcendent and mystical. Post-apocalyptic fiction "tears everything down, and speculates about how human nature will react". It looks at the psychological, sociological, and physical ramification of living in the aftermath of the apocalypse. Where technology is sparse, and man is striped of his machines.
In the end, post-apocalyptic fiction may offer a "self-defeating prophesy". Maybe its only real value is in its warning to the human race. It may be a means of dodging an apocalyptic event, cheating out self-prescribed fate. A reorganization of perspectives, a global paradigm shift, may be just the thing to turn America from it's (what more and more experts are saying is a) self-destructive course. Perhaps, this apocalyptic faith addresses a long forgotten need to return to our place in nature. And, by that I mean man's harmony with his surroundings, and with respect for creation. If we don't, may God help us all.
Motion picture films like "I Am legend", adapted from Richard Matheson's 1954 novel, and "The Postman" by David Brin have earned more than respectable box office returns. But, more important is the growing success of the genre as a whole (films, literature, fine arts, and even heavy metal and gothic sound tracks). Its mushrooming popularity reveals a dark undercurrent of the American psychic, manifesting an obsession with post-apocalyptic visions. Hollywood has already pulled the trigger on several apocalyptic thrillers aimed at teens and pre-teen audiences.
While significant groundwork was laid during the 1920's and 1930's, the real work was done in the aftermath of War World II. Science fiction writers imagined a planet occupied by alien life forms, or wrote of meteor showers leveling cities and bringing civilization to the brink.
Others world-enders pursued a more religious theme, threading the stories with the ultimate triumph of the forces of God over the forces of the ungodly. Christian fiction writers, borrowing from the Old Testament, wrote of end days as prophesied in the Book of the Revelations. However, early religious fiction was limited to a paltry audience of apocalyptic aficionados and religious extremist. Nonetheless, by the start of the new millennium Left Behind, the blockbuster novel by Tim LaHaye and Jerry B. Jenkins, took the genre mainstream.
Secular visions of the apocalypse would have to wait a little while longer. American popular culture was beginning to embrace the-end-of-world-has-we-know-it.
Once everyone laughed and pointed at the psycho parading the end-is-coming sign, tolling the bell of Armageddon and preaching salvation. Ironically, now, Hollywood is financing those who would warn of impending disaster, and point to the dark omens. And, they do with digitalized high resolution film and surround sound.
The dropping of the Hiroshima and Nagasaki bombs and the Arms Race opened the door to the fear that one day the chickens could someday come home to the roost. The very same fear expressed comically in the classic Dr. Strangelove: How I Stopped Worrying and Learned to Love the Bomb. Bomb shelters, fallout drills and the emergence of the survivalist market was testimony to Americans growing apocalyptic dread. Total destruction became a real possibility for millions of Americans. Nowhere is post-apocalyptic American better depicted than in "Alas, Babylon" by Pat Frank and in "Canticles of Leibowitz" by Walter M. Miller.
But, America's growing infatuation with a domestic brand of Armageddon reached its apex with the 9/11 tragedy. The image of New Yorkers fleeing the crashing towers and the toxic clouds of the death was broadcast over and over until the image was emblazoned indelibly in our minds. America's exalted sense of invincibility came crashing down with the WTC, our feeling of security forever buried in the rubble.
However, there may be other reasons for the growing popularity of doom and gloom. American technological and economic achievements helped her to amass great wealth. The American standard of living is admired and envied the world over. In the history of the world, no society has achieved as much, so quickly.
Yet, no one knows more than Americans the price of that progress. While few Americans would trade their way of life for any other, psychologists have long documented the mounting feelings of alienation, acute anxiety and depression among the working masses. Most Americans at some points have felt like interchangeable cogs living a purposeless life in service of corporate American. Thus, no one knows better the crisis of progress.
This may explain America's perverse fascination with eschatological (what if) scenarios. I am Legend; the mega-budget post-apocalyptic film opens with, Will Smith, motoring through a deserted New York City in a red supercharged Mustang convertible. Later he's patiently stalks his prey, only to have it claimed by a family of lions. Man relegated back to just another hunter, just another creature having to kill to survive.
Strangely enough, as terrifying is the idea of being the last human alive is (not counting the mutated creatures wandering the landscape); the scene conveys a certain feeling of liberation. In the absence of both convention and law, there's only the law of nature. The way life was before the rise of civilization.
And, even in The Road, where a dying man and his young son faced spine-numbing cold, starvation, and a desolate and unforgiving countryside, there was a kind of deliverance, a lifting of the veil. I am not suggesting that Americans long for an end to it all. Yet, the growing genre may offer an exhilarating change, an escape, from the routine drudgery of rat race.
Another reason for the genre's growing popularity is the speculative aspect of the post-apocalyptic themes, artist stretching the limits of their imagination in regard to what is or is not possible. One writer wrote: "Apocalypse is one of those realms where the ideological spectrums bends into a circle and the extremes meet".
These thought experiments erase so-called boundaries, suspend ordinary thinking and incited a new consciousness, transcendent and mystical. Post-apocalyptic fiction "tears everything down, and speculates about how human nature will react". It looks at the psychological, sociological, and physical ramification of living in the aftermath of the apocalypse. Where technology is sparse, and man is striped of his machines.
In the end, post-apocalyptic fiction may offer a "self-defeating prophesy". Maybe its only real value is in its warning to the human race. It may be a means of dodging an apocalyptic event, cheating out self-prescribed fate. A reorganization of perspectives, a global paradigm shift, may be just the thing to turn America from it's (what more and more experts are saying is a) self-destructive course. Perhaps, this apocalyptic faith addresses a long forgotten need to return to our place in nature. And, by that I mean man's harmony with his surroundings, and with respect for creation. If we don't, may God help us all.
The Messiah: Fate or Fiction
Seers of all faiths and keepers of the mystical flame heralded his coming. A child brought forth by God to rescue America from herself, and to be an arch over the tumultuous waters of fear and doubt to a distant shoreline of supreme knowledge and volition.
Skeptical clerics marked him a false prophet, as they clutched tightly their crumbling world of stoic illusions and dogmatic perversions of the Word. When this failed to dissuade his followers, political powers sought the Messiah's death. Nothing less than the pretender's blood could satisfy them. Pursued by ruthless raiders, mountain commandos, and a massive army, the miracle child blossomed in to a shepherd of men and a peerless commander on the battlefield.
The boy savior ascended from the ashes of a collapsed civilization as a beacon of light for the righteous, and a final warning to the iniquitous. Those with ears to hear his message, eyes to recognize the countenance of truth and the pureness of heart to perceive the presence of the God in all things, gathered around the boy savior's campfire as he rendered a God inspired vision for the world.
Displaying the mark of the lamb, he carried the heart of a lion into battle. Undaunted, he would assemble legions of spiritual warriors for a final reckoning with the soldiers of darkness. The seeds of his unconditional love and supreme wisdom would give birth to a mythos and spiritual order of unparalleled peace and prosperity.
Under the deleterious spell of materialism, the world had accepted the death of god and celebrated his demise. Pious pillars supporting the church shook and crumbled under the strains of scientism and technology. The last vestiges of fidelity blasted away by the twin tempests of political ideology and the capitalist paradigm.
Man placed his faith in the institutions of his own making. As his puny and atrophied social structures faltered, famine, war, and mutated viral strains claimed the lives of hundreds of millions.
Groping in ceaseless deprivation, man imagined himself alone. With no memory of his divine self, he sank deeper into the darkness. There he encountered an inscrutable presence. From the bowels of hell, it came bearing the gift of false deliverance. Many were deceived. His followers pledged their loyalty by waging an unholy war against the human race, placing the world in great peril.
Greed, the blind will to power, and the drive to enslave all of humanity became the unholy mission of these arcane lords. For centuries, the dark lords worked to raise the Anti-Christ to a place of worship. Toward that end, the truth became a lie and a lie became the truth. As long as their dark influence prevailed, humanity was cursed to dwell in a state of barbarism and war. With each planetary crisis, the powers of the Dark Prince grew, while hope faded.
In the days that followed, this demonic order plunged the world in to a New Dark Age. It was an age that fostered the spread of ignorance, the perpetuation of fear and dissemination of misinformation. The world witnessed a period of unprecedented economic growth followed by a rapid decline of the world's financial system. Behind the scenes, sinister forces worked to bring about the proliferation of nuclear weapons. The world stood helpless as rouge nations and terrorist organizations tightened the hangman's noose around the necks of a world sentenced to death and awaiting execution.
The floodgates of reason were flung open and waves of ignorance and loathing flooded the lush fields of tolerance and reason.
The beast first reared its evil head in the Middle East. Its influence then spread to the West and to the Far East. NATO was dissolved. Economic competition and the resentment of American's hegemonic rule over world affairs dampened her relations with Western Europe. Dozens of former allies routinely lined up in opposition to American foreign policy. America found herself alone, with the exception of Great Britain and a few Eastern European countries. Facing an increasing hostile Asia, where China and North Korea were mounting threats, America was forced to withdraw from the region. Shifting geopolitical conditions hampered the war against global terrorism. The cost of which was astronomical.
The world was had never been a more dangerous place for America.
But, even these daunting challenges were only the tip of the iceberg. Domestically, the great nation was showing cracks in its political and economic base. Whispers of discontent swelled into organized rebellion. In a climate of crisis and fear, mid-western states challenged the federal government's authority and power under Article I of the Constitution. Acts of terrorism by domestic and international groups, unprecedented crime rates, and a crumbling economy compelled the government to revoke the Bill of Rights in favor of marshal law.
Faced with an insurmountable task, the beleaguered President called upon the Pentagon to guarantee internal security. When the central government's police efforts failed to calm the escalating turbulence, there was a disintegration of confidence in the new government's capacity to stabilize the besieged nation. As an undercurrent of panic spread across American, a splintered electorate demanded sweeping political changes. Only chaos ensued.
The nation began to come apart at the seams. Seeds of secession sprouted up in the Mid-West and spread like a brush fire through prairie town and big city alike. Washington's powers continued to erode until it could no longer preside over the Union. Events began to spiral out of control. Anarchy followed in the wake of widespread rioting.
Fundamentalists fanned the flames of racial and ethnic paranoia helping to plunge the land into a Second Civil War. The nation fractured into separate spheres of influence. As the central government's power continued to decline, so did the state of things. Hordes of lawless warlords, opportunistic mercenaries, and Techno-corporations rushed in to fill the vacuum of power.
A murderous and brutal autocratic government would rise up laying siege to Washington, taking the land of the free by storm. From it seat of power in Oklahoma City, New America would supplant old America. For the survivors, "…and liberty and justice for all" seemed a distant memory.
Alone against the onslaught, a federation of divinely inspired Americans, led by a supreme sage, unlocked the gateway to a realm of infinite possibilities. The course of world history would be forever changed by the battle that was to follow, a battle pitting the forces of good against the forces of evil, with American the battleground.
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