A conversation with friends today about events rushing, gushing out. Difficult to keep up with all of it, much less keep one’s wits as we contemplate them. Too much, too overwhelming. Too sad. Too horrific. Too maddening.
Sigh… Q predicted it. The Avalanche. A “D5.” Red October. It’s all there in Q’s esoteric writings, the messages between the lines. The Socratic questions that led us to decipher the meaning, the answers, the future. All coming to pass. Future proves past.
Some might think the chaos will be over once Trump is in office. I don’t think so. This is just the beginning of a long and nasty slog to rid our land of those who have raped and murdered her people.
And just as importantly, to bring America’s people back to protecting and cherishing her as much as possible as did our founders who birthed her.
Our founders loved their newly created nation as a mother loves her child, no matter what. But generations later, that same love cannot continue with the same fervor. Can generations that have come after those who conceived it have the same attachment to preserve and protect that which was felt by men and women who labored for it, withstood the pains and pangs of birthing it, loved it fiercely when it was born, bequeathing it to future generations in the hope we would love it as much?
No. But we can learn how and we should.
President Lincoln understood our country was created to create a new freedom, and reminded us that we must protect, honor, and remember the founders’ love for it to pass on to generations yet to come.
Please read his Gettysburg Address in that context… the enduring love of a mother for her child no matter what, brought forth in pain and labor. And how that burning love of a new nation fades with each subsequent generation born into it, who never knew the ardor from which it came into being.
Four score and seven years ago our fathers brought forth, on this continent, a new nation, conceived in Liberty, and dedicated to the proposition that all men are created equal.
Now we are engaged in a great civil war, testing whether that nation, or any nation so conceived and so dedicated, can long endure.
We are met on a great battle-field of that war. We have come to dedicate a portion of that field as a final resting place for those who here gave their lives that that nation might live. It is altogether fitting and proper that we should do this.
But, in a larger sense, we can not dedicate—we can not consecrate—we can not hallow—this ground. The brave men, living and dead, who struggled here, have consecrated it, far above our poor power to add or detract.
The world will little note, nor long remember what we say here, but it can never forget what they did here.
It is for us the living, rather, to be dedicated here to the unfinished work which they who fought here have thus far so nobly advanced.
It is rather for us to be here dedicated to the great task remaining before us—that from these honored dead we take increased devotion to that cause for which they gave the last full measure of devotion—that we here highly resolve that these dead shall not have died in vain—that this nation, under God, shall have a new birth of freedom—and that government of the people, by the people, for the people, shall not perish from the earth.
Abraham Lincoln
November 19, 1863.
Love our nation with the fervor of its founders, and care for her with the faithfulness of those who died to protect her.
