America Will Not Be Mourned
The fact of the matter is that that day will most likely be met with cries of joy around the world. America's passing into the sad songbook of history will seem tragic only to her own citizens, who even among the alternative-thinking crowd, are largely self-absorbed and ignorant of their global neighbors and sordid past.
We are long past the time when the United States had something to offer the world. In an earlier time, when our account books were not so loaded with debt and our spirits not so sabotaged by the wars and lies of international bankers, America at least offered a vast, wild landscape where the authorities were not so entrenched. There were many nooks and crannies, high crags and deep crevices, frontier plains and water's edges where the human soul had the opportunity to create a political landscape shaped with principles based on truth and respect for the individual.
But all should have known that such an opportunity would be wasted, because the opportunity was not created with such high minded principles in the first place. America's earliest heroes were disenfranchised refugees from stagnant, old and oppressive Europe who, like abused children, repeated the pattern of harmful behavior on North America's earlier inhabitants.
How could a world of liberty ever arise out of practices of genocide and slavery? How could a world of peace ever arise out of hatchets, bayonets, and police batons soaked in blood? How could a world of equality ever arise out of a world that knows only force as a solution?
Yet America convinced herself in heroic self-delusion that this land bordered by the great oceans was set apart by god to be more consecrated to the formation of liberty than any other on this good earth (especially once the white people were fully in control). We told ourselves that we deserved more because we were more than the rest of the world of failures, still ruled by monarchs, despots, and fractious parliaments.
And for awhile, this delusion found a mirror in physical experience. Like a druggie in the early stages of addiction, we felt strong and self righteous and did as we pleased and dared others to stop us if they could.
None could. Most begged for our help, as long as we managed to appear in control.
But addictions die hard. The body goes long before the mind ever admits to the problem. And the wasted and withered lunatic, while at times still dangerous, will know soon enough that the streets will consume him as much as he once ruled over them.
This is America now, awakened ones. No antidote or elixir will save her. No extension of credit will keep her afloat much longer. No revelation of truth will reignite the torch we used to burn the world in our arrogance. There is nothing left to do for our tired old uncle but to let him wither in the darkness with his sins.
Cheer not too loudly, onlookers of this frightful wasting, nor gather 'round us like birds of prey. The affliction of this nation is not an isolated case. It is an infectious disease cultured to life time and again by the world's architects. It shall come to pass on you as well.
Alas, this is the way it was meant to be. In America we see this in clear symbolism. Many of the ignorant, indoctrinated mass of our country know our national bird to be the eagle. In truth, the eagle is just a disguised form for the Phoenix, the mysterious bird of occult lore. Our earliest symbols bear witness to this fact.
It is the habit of the phoenix to burn itself up every few hundred years (most place the time at 500), only to arise from its ashes and live anew. Clearly then, America was designed to burn itself out. The only surprise may be that we've done it so quickly.
From an unlearned view, the passing of America and the rest of the world's nations during these next few decades of global reorganization is neither good nor bad. Nations have come before America and nations will rise again. Most humans are not concerned with the true principles of living to really care anyway, and will simply do what they are told as long as they are promised some degree of comfort or protection from physical harm.
As long as these remain the focus of our highest aspirations, then no government, despite the rhetoric in which it frames itself, will ever be worthy of a truly human endorsement. We will remain as one giant planetary kennel, bred for the sporting torment of our masters.
Yet one day, as all physical existence must repeat in its cycles, the human spirit will rise to long forgotten heights and express the apex of all we were designed to be. In that time will be abundant knowledge, resources and goodwill among all the nations that our civilizations will be lifted as high in the air as our soaring spirits. Joy by today's standards will have no comparison there.
But for the unlearned, no waiting is necessary to express these refined qualities. You stand as testimony that the highest allegiance to truth and principle remain ever present throughout the earth's life cycle, even in her darkest and most destructive times.
So while the unawakened, even among the truthseekers pretending to be "in the know", find nothing but tragedy in the unfolding events of the day, you find power and joy just basking in the contrast.
Whose Life are You Living?
