An interesting dream I had last night:
I am standing in a large crowd of people. Many have some sort of tweed cap on their head (symbolizing the working man?). We are all facing notable politicians and businessmen who stand on a stage. We all very slowly move forward with no weapons—nothing to harm them—we move in unison with first a deliberate right foot down, then deliberate left foot down while raising our fists in the air and shouting “Nevermore!” Then the deliberate right foot moves us one one step ahead…then the left foot and rising fist. As we all move toward the stage, it begins to tumble and the “elite” realize we see them for what they are and lose their power. Then, my (deceased) father appears to my left. I ask him, “Father, how were we able to do this with no weapons?”. He replies, “Daughter, look around you. No longer are there fortresses to hide in, only houses made of glass.” I look around and see that he is right and the glass begins to shatter everywhere.
Although not said in the dream that I recall, I awoke with this thought on my mind: “None on earth is free until all are free.” This in turn reminded me of a blog I did a while back. I reprint it here.
Rose-Colored Glasses
I helped with a garage sale several years ago and met a Cambodian family coming by to browse. I had just been fitted with my first pair of prescription eyeglasses and was having a little trouble adjusting them so I fiddled with them while we talked. One young man in the group said to me, “You know, just after the war in Vietnam ended, many people who wore glasses were summarily executed because it was felt by the government that eyeglasses implied intelligence.” What he related to me seemed so incredibly unbelievable at the time that I simply stood mute. I could not at that very young and naïve stage in my life [I wasn't even cognizant of Hitler's Nazi atrocities at the time] to begin to comprehend that being perceived as “intelligent” was seen as a threat to any government. Yet, I could tell in his eyes that he was very serious. A woman in the group began to weep a little. The young man said one of those wearing eyeglasses was his older brother…his now dead brother. I recall going through the motions of sympathy but my mind just could not compute this.
They spoke Truth….
One day for no particular reason, that discussion came to mind. I did some quick research and found: Death Camps In Every Village:“The Khmer Rouge targeted for execution every educated Cambodian, anyone who spoke a foreign language, ex-soldiers and their relatives, even people who wore eyeglasses. The majority of the population – all those who had not lived under the Khmer Rouge’s control before it took power in 1975 – were classified as ‘new” people and reduced to the status of war slaves. ‘ ” [emphasis mine]
….and I began to wake up
in April 2001, I gave my TV to the first charity group to come by my house for donations. I was fed up with news and entertainment that did everything to manipulate and absolutely nothing to educate the public with objectivity. I began to read and do research into areas I had not thought to learn about before—from Mesopotamian times; through the Roman Empire before, during, and after the time of Julius Caesar; through Holy Grails [both exo- and eso-terically] and the Crusading era; through Gold Rush era political power stuggles that fueled the lead up to the Civil War; through many presidential biographies; multiple other areas of study; and most recently the book The Rise of the Fourth Reich by Jim Marrs. This book seemed to wrap up for me in 376 pages plus 35 pages of source notes what I had begun to realize in all my readings. I have found that when one is willing to seek Truth with an open mind and with diligent research, the rose-colored glasses come off and ones worldview can be seen with much more clarity. A dream I recorded on 05/04/2006 comes to mind and seems to sum up what I have come to understand:
I am standing in a passageway. Marching toward me one way are Civil War soldiers. From the other direction come marching WWI soldiers. From other further places come soldiers from wars in different eras. Barry Manilow stands near me and sings ‘..just one voice singing in the darkness…’. It becomes clear that the same ‘voice’ has caused all this death.
That “same voice” has begun what they believe is the their final song before bringing down the curtain on us and realizing their New World Order. No doubt about it.
But….
Their fortresses have turned into glass, and we do not need to throw stones to bring it down.
“I’ve never let my schooling interfere with my education.”
Mark Twain
“The soul walks not upon a line, neither does it grow like a reed. The soul unfolds itself like a lotus of countless petals.” Kahlil Gibran“
