Washington's Vision

This afternoon, as I was sitting at this table engaged in preparing a dispatch, something seemed to disturb me. Looking up, I beheld standing opposite me a singularly beautiful female. So astonished was I, for I had given strict orders not to be disturbed, that it was some moments before I found language to inquire the cause of her presence. A second, a third and even a fourth time did I repeat my question, but received no answer from my mysterious visitor except a slight raising of her eyes.
By this time I felt strange sensations spreading through me. I would have risen but the riveted gaze of the being before me rendered volition impossible. I assayed once more to address her, but my tongue had become useless, as though it had become paralyzed.
A new influence, mysterious, potent, irresistible, took possession of me. All I could do was to gaze steadily, vacantly at my unknown visitor. Gradually the surrounding atmosphere seemed as if it had become filled with sensations, and luminous. Everything about me seemed to rarefy, the mysterious visitor herself becoming more airy and yet more distinct to my sight than before. I now began to feel as one dying, or rather to experience the sensations which I have sometimes imagined accompany dissolution. I did not think, I did not reason, I did not move; all were alike impossible. I was only conscious of gazing fixedly, vacantly at my companion.
Presently I heard a voice saying, "Son of the Republic, look and learn," while at the same time my visitor extended her arm eastwardly, I now beheld a heavy white vapor at some distance rising fold upon fold. This gradually dissipated, and I looked upon a stranger scene. Before me lay spread out in one vast plain all the countries of the world — Europe, Asia, Africa and America. I saw rolling and tossing between Europe and America the billows of the Atlantic, and between Asia and America lay the Pacific.
"Son of the Republic," said the same mysterious voice as before, "look and learn." At that moment I beheld a dark, shadowy being, like an angel, standing or rather floating in mid-air, between Europe and America. Dipping water out of the ocean in the hollow of each hand, he sprinkled some upon America with his right hand, while with his left hand he cast some on Europe. Immediately a cloud raised from these countries, and joined in mid-ocean. For a while it remained stationary, and then moved slowly westward, until it enveloped America in its murky folds. Sharp flashes of lightning gleamed through it at intervals, and I heard the smothered groans and cries of the American people.
A second time the angel dipped water from the ocean, and sprinkled it out as before. The dark cloud was then drawn back to the ocean, in whose heaving billows in sank from view. A third time I heard the mysterious voice saying, "Son of the Republic, look and learn," I cast my eyes upon America and beheld villages and towns and cities springing up one after another until the whole land from the Atlantic to the Pacific was dotted with them.
Again, I heard the mysterious voice say, "Son of the Republic, the end of the century cometh, look and learn." At this the dark shadowy angel turned his face southward, and from Africa I saw an ill omened specter approach our land. It flitted slowly over every town and city of the latter. The inhabitants presently set themselves in battle array against each other. As I continued looking I saw a bright angel, on whose brow rested a crown of light, on which was traced the word "Union," bearing the American flag which he placed between the divided nation, and said, "Remember ye are brethren." Instantly, the inhabitants, casting from them their weapons became friends once more, and united around the National Standard.
"And again I heard the mysterious voice saying "Son of the Republic, look and learn." At this the dark, shadowy angel placed a trumpet to his mouth, and blew three distinct blasts; and taking water from the ocean, he sprinkled it upon Europe, Asia and Africa. Then my eyes beheld a fearful scene: From each of these countries arose thick, black clouds that were soon joined into one. Throughout this mass there gleamed a dark red light by which I saw hordes of armed men, who, moving with the cloud, marched by land and sailed by sea to America. Our country was enveloped in this volume of cloud, and I saw these vast armies devastate the whole county and burn the villages, towns and cities that I beheld springing up. As my ears listened to the thundering of the cannon, clashing of sword, and the shouts and cries of millions in mortal combat, I heard again the mysterious voice saying, "Son of the Republic, look and learn" When the voice had ceased, the dark shadowy angel placed his trumpet once more to his mouth, and blew a long and fearful blast. "Instantly a light as of a thousand suns shone down from above me, and pierced and broke into fragments the dark cloud which enveloped America. At the same moment the angel upon whose head still shone the word Union, and who bore our national flag in one hand and a sword in the other, descended from the heavens attended by legions of white spirits. These immediately joined the inhabitants of America, who I perceived were will nigh overcome, but who immediately taking courage again, closed up their broken ranks and renewed the battle.
Again, amid the fearful noise of the conflict, I heard the mysterious voice saying, "Son of the Republic, look and learn." As the voice ceased, the shadowy angel for the last time dipped water from the ocean and sprinkled it upon America. Instantly the dark cloud rolled back, together with the armies it had brought, leaving the inhabitants of the land victorious!
Then once more I beheld the villages, towns and cities springing up where I had seen them before, while the bright angel, planting the azure standard he had brought in the midst of them, cried with a loud voice: "While the stars remain, and the heavens send down dew upon the earth, so long shall the Union last." And taking from his brow the crown on which blazoned the word "Union," he placed it upon the Standard while the people, kneeling down, said, "Amen."
The scene instantly began to fade and dissolve, and I at last saw nothing but the rising, curling vapor I at first beheld. This also disappearing, I found myself once more gazing upon the mysterious visitor, who, in the same voice I had heard before, said, "Son of the Republic, what you have seen is thus interpreted: Three great perils will come upon the Republic. The most fearful is the third, but in this greatest conflict the whole world united shall not prevail against her. Let every child of the Republic learn to live for his God, his land and the Union." With these words the vision vanished, and I started from my seat and felt that I had seen a vision wherein had been shown to me the birth, progress, and destiny of the United States.

This has appeared with variation now around the web. 

Many have said it is fiction.  Some say it's real.

Supposedly at Valley Forge when Washington is depicted engaging in prayer.  He did indeed enlist the help of Providence and I believe it was God's hand that turned the tide for Liberty.

If it is fiction, perhaps it was a story best encased as such. As a writer, I can tell you that messages best get across in the fantastic.  Ideas are born and spread with enough story to give them a vehicle.

Research this and decide for yourselves.

I believe it's appropriate food for thought for what has happened and may ensue for the US in the months to come.

Uncommon Denominator

I've posted re fear before.  That goes for isolation as well.  The goal of the darkside is to dispirit us, to cause us to give up.

What the fallen count on is a result of their attitude toward humans and God's Creation.  They hate it.  They hate us.  It is unfathomable and ancient beyond time. 

Most important here is that attitude.  Because they despise us they treat us like cattle, beneath them. That is their mistake.  Pride came before the fall.  It still does with spirit and its human minions, the elitists etal.

Some of you may not consider this relevant.  Or you thinks it's nuts.  Ok.  I would never force anyone to believe what I do.  Follow your road to Freedom and Restoration of the Republic as you will.  However, I'm dealing with the basis of what's happening.

When people wake up and realize they have been/are being played, there is a mixture of thought /emotion.  Channeling anger to oppose this pride/control is utmost.  Get to thinking, knowing how the enemy operates, and dissemble their plans.  Know your enemy.

What's happening currently is encouraging.  We need to keep waking people up at least to temporal tyranny and how far gone we've sunk.  It's obvious, noting the way not only how the President is being treated, but all of us who seek Liberty that things are dire.

Study how the collectivists operate.  It's all over msm, social media even ftf encounters.  Violent, hateful derisive.  An over emphasis on Alinsky 5?  Yes but read all the rules.  Know your enemy.

Realize it's all control and the end goal is total worldwide control.  Those who would be our masters hate us knowing that and countering it bit by bit cogently.

And their weakness is treating us as I said before, like cattle.  And their hate is predictable.

Lies and half truths are still the disorder of the day.  Censorship is on the rise.  Opposition to senseless war, to squelching health and technological achievements, to nationalism and self determination are all over socalled current events.

Collectivism is the battering ram to dissemble and demolish US and the world.  These united States are the major stumbling block.  And we are still doing as the Founders did, lighting brushfires of Freedom in the minds of men and women not only here but all over the world.

Don't just react.  Use initiative.  Deliver.  Sitting round and getting upset at the latest collectivist outrage does little.

Be an uncommon denominator.  Shock the unshockable with truth and forthrightness.

Jingles

No not Andy Devine's character, Jingles P. Jones the sidekick on Adventures of Wild Bill Hickok.

It's the sound of coinage.

Money makes the world go around.  Well, finances, commodities etc do.  The paper is just that.  Though one might consider exchange, fluidity, value.

I've been asked how I can do what I want to do if I have no money.  Well, I can't.  I'm working on the means, the oil for the sticky gears.

I've waited for the right time and place.  It's like I reach out while opportunity searches for me.  Soon we'll meet. 

Business associations must be approached cautiously.  Nothing is perfect but one can create an advantageous situation. 

Of, by, for, through the Light.  No deals with darkness.  Is it possible in showbiz?  Yes.  It can be so anywhere.

My choice of work may seem peculiar, but it just boils down to content of character and good perception.

I've met people, as it were, maybe beings more like, who are not honest.  Some are downright evil.  We run into those anywhere.

There are those who seek to control and/or destroy.  The warped power motivates them.  I've not let them. 

I have met many who are honest, of the Light if you will.  They build, valuing themselves and others.  My advice is to set your sights for such, to search and find as they do too, those who are good.

It's always more than money.  It's timing, mutual benefit and having the sense to find like minds.

You'll find arguments, artistic differences, consideration tossed about.  That's key those considerations.  True compromise springs from it.

That's not the take an inch then a mile way.  It's altering some elements to suit a set of circumstances.

To keep a vision that's true.  To NOT compromise on key elements.  That's the money maker.

Thanks for indulging this post.

I have a lot to do but will til my last breath blog.  I owe it and my associations through it more than I can say.

I promise to keep my efforts with Freedom in mind.  The Light of Liberty guides my path.

I will make my profits work not just for me but for others.

Jingles are a unique music by which I sing my song.

Further Bonding

Books have been written about all kinds of themes, emphases etc re JB.

There is much much more round the net and literary circles.

I'm interested in the serious even graphic theme of the last 4 movies.

They are the most serious consistently of all the series.  Then again they are a 'reboot' dealing with Bond's double O status and a connection of events that culminate incrementally through the last 4.

Forgive me if I reveal plot if you haven't seen them.  Do it anyway.  They may entertain and provoke thought as well.

Unlike before, it gets rather Freudian what with M as a mother figure (though she had been around in the 4 previous Bonds prior to the reboot), Blofeld as a brother figure and emphasis on Bond being orphaned.

Bond is much more acerbic and humor is usually sardonic though actually well done. 

Gadgets are rarer with Bond relying on his wits and sometimes allies.  It boils down to him versus the baddies though, especially the big ones, who all lead to the chief villain, Blofeld.

There are personal demons concerning love and unfinished business.  But Bond is resolute.  He cares and is indeed imbued with what Fleming referred to as patriotism and courage.

He is at his most vulnerable yet at his strongest.

He is also a his most rogue, all through the reboot.  Independent thinking/acting agents are actually rarer these days.  There must be some.  Rigidity results in breakage, while flexibility tends toward success.  Debated only by some usually liberal/neocon types vs nationalists serving their country.

OHMSS has a major moment near the end though.  Bond goes outside SS and teams with Draco to rescue Tracy.

Then in TLD it is hinted and in LTK fulfilled when Bond resigns and pursues those who murdered his best friend's bride and maims his best friend.  Perhaps this stuff was too early, but it rings well with me.

But current success has been achieved with Bond maintaining a sort of edgewise working relationship with SS while independent action is taken.  Eventually this is done by the new M, Q and Moneypenny to stop Spectre, now a full fledged worldwide elitist tool of control.

Aside from that, in Skyfall there is a scene here the previous M quotes Tennyson re striving, seeking, finding and not yielding.  It refs fighting evil aka threats to the country to Freedom and all it encompasses. See Ulysses, Tennyson's poem, for ref and interpretation.

As a sideline, this poem is a favorite of Commander Sinclair on Babylon 5.  He is/was a hero who also sacrificed much for Freedom.

Note as M recites, Silva shoots his way through all the security and raids the meeting of politicians at which M is present.  Note how Bond, Mallory and Moneypenny literally shot back.  Criminals/terrorists don't follow the law.  Arm the Brits?  Hmm.......  Liberals/statists point out it was trained people.  So?  Then again most of us won't encounter a psycho like Silva.  Or might some of us on some level?

When might some of us be called upon to defend ourselves from brigands on various levels?  Not a PPK vs a chopper perhaps.  Perhaps.

With the BoR limiting tyrannical gov, might we have to think outside the box in defense of selves and others?

BTW, if you aren't familiar with Bond movies, then I've given you something to do -s-.