It is very amusing for me to be reading stories on the internet about professional athletes kneeling during the singing of the the former United States’ national anthem, especially all of the negative reactions generated in the blow-back to such an obviously powerful form of free speech, which Americans are coming to value less and less as time passes on, until the country finally does, too.
As I’ve stated elsewhere on and offline throughout these 16 years of work dedicated to truth and magick, The United States is already dead. But in the Zombie apocalypse, there aren’t that many living people around who are awake enough to notice yet.
And while blackballed quarterback Colin Kaepernick is currently being celebrated as the architect and instigator of all these shenanigans, there will be a large number of people in the town of Roselle, NJ who will recall a very similar and polarizing display of free speech all the way back in the 2001-2002 school year.
It was in late November of that year that I, as Patrick Michael Mooney back then, decided I would not stand for the singing or the playing of the national anthem during our school’s sporting events and public functions.
I was not protesting for a George Soros funded cause like the phony Black Lives Matter movement. I was standing for the greater, genocidal tragedy that I knew was only beginning to unfold at that time; the United States’ now infamous phony war on terror.
The reaction of people to my solitary protest, for there was no one else joining me at that time, was as striking and punishing as what today’s protestors are experiencing.
I was eyeballed with angry and curious stares from students, parents, teachers and administrators who were basically pleading with me to join the rest of the American herd in their mute acquiescence to the all powerful, unquestionable cause of support for our troops, and the bloody history of violence our country has in crushing peoples of pigmented skin, foreign languages and foreign gods.
But the spirit of Truth, which is the spirit of God, was now strong and awake in my heart, and I would not comply to all those surrounding requests to stand and shut up.
As a result, I suffered through many private meetings in my final year of teaching, which happened to be one of my best years on the job, where it was made known to me just how successful I was in rattling the sick and twisted status quo I was then freeing myself from.
Because of my powerful demonstration, Roselle Catholic changed its long standing tradition of having senior homeroom teachers on the stage to view the graduating class because they did not want to be scandalized by my righteous behavior. On top of that, I was asked to not dress for the ceremony at all, and wound up viewing the ceremony from the back of the auditorium.
There was a buzz amongst the students about all this, but as beloved as I was among them, I found no others who were willing to stand by my side. Despite some well-meaning expressions of love and support from them, Graduation Day was much too big of a day in their minds to be spoiled over something like a Nazi-Genocide sweeping the globe and a Big-Brother fascism growing at home.
I share that story of my past with you today because I want to express both my endorsement to the current protests as well as an encouragement to all the participants in these protests, whether they are highly visible citizens, or invisible ones like myself, to raise the stakes HIGHER, not lower, than what Mr. Kaepernick and his colleagues have achieved thus far.
You see, as it is now presented, most athletes are protesting the abuse by police forces against peoples of color, most definitely Black ones. But if you all raised the bar of your anthem kneeling to protest the OBVIOUS LIE of 9/11, and the phony war on terror that has followed, you would be much more effective in bringing this country and its abuses to a grinding halt.
The police and politicians need to be exposed as TRAITORS to the very flag they are now pretending to hold as sacred with a biblical, righteous indignation. The soldiers’ families, who worry and experience grief about their sons and daughters being in harms way, should not be offended by your protests, but instead should become your allies. For only if the lie of 9/11 is openly exposed and admitted can the Israeli war for hegemony in the Middle East be stopped dead in its tracks, and our young men and women can return home to a life of peace in a country back on the track to Truth and Justice.
Donald Trump will not take America in this direction, neither is there any other DemoCROOK or RepubliCON politician out there with the sack or heart to make it happen.
Like me, you must make it happen on your own. Regardless of the price that is required for you to pay.
In my own moment of decision to stand up for what I believe is right, I KNEW I would suffer mightily for my choice. And I have.
But what I did not KNOW back then was also just how WONDERFULLY REWARDED I would be for my courageous stand for the TRUTH.
I’ve since been shown and given a life that is every bit as miraculous and loving as Christ Jesus’ was, however you interpret that very powerful and influential story.
I stand today as the Anti-Christ in your midst not because I oppose the truth found in that Jewish-Roman myth, but because the obvious truth of what CHRIST is, and the love for Truth he demonstrated in that story, has been so obviously forgotten, by CHRISTIANS ESPECIALLY, that my presence now makes people squirm in discomfort the way the old rabbi used to irk his crowds of followers and Pharisees.
Like Christ, I have been called the Devil, and in this world, who’s to say that those voices aren’t right?
But the love I have in my heart brings me a silent joy when I hear the beautiful noise of Americans choking on their own contradictions.
Whether all of this evil gets wiped away by nuclear fire or by the healing power of love, it will be driven from the hearts of mankind one way or the other, eventually or sooner than that.
I say so with confidence because it is already accomplished in me. As tough as many of these recent sixteen years have been in terms of losing friends and trying to make a living, I have been given priceless experiences of the mystical love that kept the hearts of prophets alive for centuries and through the tortures and rejections they wrote about and experienced.
So don’t be afraid to lose anything, my fellow protestors of the evil American Empire, itself a cover for British Zionism and the poisons that come from dreams of world domination. Don’t be afraid to lose your jobs, your friends, your lovers, even your very life in the great sacrifice these times now call for.
God is real. Even an Anti-Christ knows that. And Her love empowers my opposition to ignorance and treason and racism and sexism, and to the politics of phony money that corrupt the players who choose mammon over Heaven.
There is VICTORY to be found in the living body for those who embrace what is written here. I am not preaching, like Christianity, of a reward deferred until AFTER death. My Gods are not cruel in that fashion. They deliver on their promises to the BRAVE ONLY.
That’s what the flag used to stand for, but not any longer.