“As my ears listened to the thundering of the cannon, clashing of swords, and the shouts and cries of millions in mortal combat., I again heard 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 well-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.’
I am often in and out, but when I´m in, my mind and heart race in unison. They are in the quest of beauty. It is streams of consciousness we open too allowing the bleed through. In my mind it is important to not be weighty and bound by gravity. To see the shinning lights of the diamond refract in all it´s glory.
I just got done watching the miniseries on John Adams and I have to say for the most part it was riveting. In the end the two die within hour on the fourth of July. I thought this a little hokey so checked it on the net. Sure enough this is fact.
Those who know have tried to bring about another end instead of letting the will unfold. Therefore the spiral has deepened in intensity and we have come to a point that demands a conclusion. It is where we go we all must decide. It is all in the space of the imagination that all conclusions collapse in this reality. What density of being do you proclaim.