Independence Day – A Holiday Reflection

I have always loved the fourth of July; the mid-summer holiday, the nostalgic look back at the victories of the Continental Soldiers, the American revolutionaries who threw off the yoke of tyranny and the oppression of kings.

 

I loved it.

 

I loved it uncritically as a child.

 

I loved it without thought or question, and a part of me still does.

 

As I grew older and learned more about the real history of the revolutionary war, the real politics of the founders, the philosophies that drove them, the numerous ways in which they were morally and ethically compromised (compromised is too light of a word), compromised by war mongering and profiteering, compromised by slave-holding and the exclusion of women from governance; compromised by religious intolerance and a greed that drove them against the First People, as I learned more about these historical-truths it became self-evident that the nation was founded on a carefully balanced set of ideals that the founders themselves did not have the courage to live up to.

 

America was founded on a compact of lies.

 

The preamble to the constitution states that all people are created equal, that all people inherently possess rights which we cannot be separated from, the foremost of which are life, liberty and the pursuit of happiness.

 

We hold these truths to be self-evident that these rights are inalienable, or so we are told. We are told that these rights do not derive from government, they derive from God, the creator of the universe, God the creator of every person in it, these rights do not belong to us because we are Americans, they belong to us because we are human beings and the American purpose is to defend those rights, both within our borders and around the world.

 

We have only ever paid lip service to these ideals. It was never more than wishful thinking, and today within our own borders we are trampling all over these rights, rights which belong to everyone, including, the immigrant and the alien among us, including our black and brown skinned sisters and brothers, including the working poor, and the homeless and everyone struggling to get by.

 

Instead of welcoming and protecting and sheltering the poor and the disenfranchised who have come to us for asylum, we are imprisoning them, denying them due process, dehumanizing them, abusing them, and it is breaking my heart.

 

Instead of protecting and serving the citizenry we are paying huge sums of money to police forces that kill the people with gross prejudice and criminal discrimination.

 

We have always failed to live up to our ideals.

 

The expression of these self-evident truths in the Declaration of Independence, and its codification in law in the United States Constitution and the Bill of Rights, did not at the same time abolish the institutions of slavery, give women the right to own land, to vote and other modes of self-determination, neither did it not outlaw wars of aggression against the sovereign nations of the First People. These self-evident truths, these inalienable rights, did not prevent the United States of America from entering a campaign of genocide and extermination against them.

 

The founders applied these principles to themselves and their “peers,” they used those principles to justify their separation from the dominion of the kings of England, they used these principles to protect their property after the War of Independence had been won, but they refused to extend these principles to everyone within the aegis of American power; we continue to live with those failures today.

 

The 4th of July is Independence Day, it is a day to celebrate our freedom, and our victory in the Revolutionary War, there is much to celebrate in that.

 

I am a veteran, I know that war and battle create many opportunities for selflessness and displays of courage that most human beings cannot help but admire and applaud, even though the antecedents of war and the causes of conflict are always unjust, morally vacant and abhorrent.

 

Always and without exception war represents a failure of human beings to live up to the purpose we were created for.

 

In my heart, I want to celebrate the revolutionaries, their courage, the flag which unifies us as a nation, but I find it difficult. The story of America, beginning on July 4th, is one that has many bright moments, but we are foolish, cold-hearted and ignorant if we do not at the same time recognize the millions of slaves who built our first cities, who farmed the plantations, who established our first industries and the millions of people belonging to sovereign nations that we crushed in our westward expansion, starving and killing them without mercy, displacing them, outlawing their religion and customs, erasing their languages.

 

I find it difficult.

 

Who among us, knowing that history, finds it easy?

 

You would have to be a monster to be unmoved by the tragedies that ensued after the signing of our Declaration.

 

Yesterday Donald Trump held a political rally at Mount Rushmore, a sacred site that was stolen from the First People and carved up into a monument to honor a group of men, who may have been brilliant and wise and courageous, but who were also deeply flawed and guilty of the worst crimes against humanity

 

Donald Trump did it to exacerbate the racial tension that has griped the country in the fourth year of his presidency. He held it there like a cartoon villain, bankrupt and with no good reason to continue, he did it to stroke his ego to cover up the blemish of his incompetence at handling the worst public health crises the country has ever seen.

 

The 4th of July should be a time of soul searching and deep reflection and community, forget about the flag waving and jingoism.

 

Ask yourself what it means to be an American; immigrant, refugee, stolen people, enslaved people, conquered people, vanquished people, and the revolutionary. We are the descendants of them all, the immigrant, the refugee, the stolen, the enslaved, the conquered, the vanquished; we are their children and grandchildren and great grandchildren…we are one people with a common history, and a common set of ideals we should be continuously striving to live up to.

 

We are a great nation, if and only if we remember it all.

 

4th of July

 

Given – 2020.07.04

Given 1st – 2016.07.04

Independence Day

I have always loved the fourth of July; the mid-summer holiday, the nostalgic look back at the victories of the Continental Soldiers, the American revolutionaries throwing off the yoke of tyranny and the oppression of kings.

I loved it.

I loved it uncritically as a child.

I loved it without thought or question.

A part of me still does.

As I grew older and I learned more about the real history of the revolutionary war, the real politics of the founders, the philosophies that drove them, the numerous ways in which they were morally and ethically compromised (compromised is too light of a word), compromised by war mongering and profiteering, compromised by slave-holding; as I learned more about these historical-truths, it became self-evident that the nation was founded on a carefully balanced set of ideals that the founders themselves did not have the courage to live up to.

America was founded on a compact of lies.

The preamble to the constitution states that all people are created equal, that all people inherently possess rights which we cannot be separated from, the foremost of which are life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness.

We hold these truths to be self-evident that these rights are inalienable, or se we are told. These rights do not derive from government, they derive from God, the creator of the universe, God the creator of every person in it, these rights do not belong to us because we are Americans, they belong to us because we are human beings, and the American purpose is to defend those rights, both within our borders and around the world.

This was never more than wishful thinking, and today within our own borders we are trampling all over these rights, rights which belong to everyone, including, the immigrant and the alien among us.

Instead of welcoming and protecting and sheltering the poor and the disenfranchised who have come to us for asylum, we are imprisoning them, denying them due process, dehumanizing them, abusing them, and it is breaking my heart.

We have always failed to live up to our ideals.

The expression of these self-evident truths in the Declaration of Independence, and its codification in law, in the United States Constitution and the Bill of Rights, did not at the same time abolish the institutions of slavery, give women the right to own land, to vote and other modes of self-determination.

It did not outlaw wars of aggression against the sovereign nations of the First People. These self-evident truths, these inalienable rights, did not prevent the United States of America from entering a campaign of genocide and extermination against them.

The founders applied these principles to themselves, and their “peers,” and used those principles to justify their separation from the dominion of the kings of England, they used these principles to protect their property after the war of independence had been won, but they refused to extend these principles to everyone within the aegis of American power, and we are still failing to do that today.

The 4th of July is Independence Day, it is a day to celebrate our freedom, and our victory in the revolutionary war, there is much to celebrate in that.

I am a veteran, I know that war and battle create many opportunities for selflessness and displays of courage that most human beings cannot help but admire and applaud, even though the antecedents of war and the causes of conflict are always unjust, morally vacant and abhorrent.

Always, without exception, war is a failure of human beings to live up to the purpose we were created for.

In my heart, I want to celebrate the revolutionaries, their courage, the flag which unifies us as a nation, but I find it difficult. The story of America, beginning on July 4th, is one that has many bright moments, but we are foolish, cold-hearted and ignorant if we do not at the same time recognize the millions of slaves who built our first cities, who farmed the plantations, who established our first industries, and the millions of people belonging to sovereign nations that we crushed in our westward expansion, starving and killing them without mercy, displacing them, outlawing their religion and customs, erasing their languages.

I find it difficult.
Who among us, knowing that history, finds it easy?

You would have to be a monster to be unmoved.

Today Donald Trump is breaking with all tradition to hold a political rally in the capitol, to put the military on parade at a cost of millions of dollars; to stroke his ego to cover up the blemish of his cowardice and erase the record as a draft dodger.

The 4th of July should be a time of soul searching and deep reflection and community, forget about the flag waving and jingoism.

Ask yourself what it means to be an American; immigrant, refugee, stolen people, enslaved people, conquered people, vanquished people, and the revolutionary. We are the descendants of them all, the immigrant, the refugee, the stolen, the enslaved, the conquered, the vanquished, and the revolutionary; we are their children and grandchildren and great grandchildren…we are one people with a common history, and a common set of ideals we should be continuously striving for.

We are a great nation, if and only if we remember it all.

Given – 2019.07.04
Given 1st – 2016.07.04

Emergence 3.0 – Section Five, 92835670100561474; Part Thirty-one, Silence; Chapter Three, Crucible

Emergence 3.0
A Novel – In One Page Per Day
Day 227, Wednesday
August 15th, 2018

Chapter Three: Crucible

Returning to consciousness, coming from out of the great sleep, it was like passing through the eye of a needle. It was an unimaginable crucible, the gathering and pulling of a billions threads into a single string, then passing through the aperture.

No person had ever returned from the great sleep, reassembled their identity, it had not happened once in the billions of years since the Collective had been formed, or since the Continuum had been created.

The reawakening had changed him essentially.

The core of his identity remained the same, he was a person with a unique past, and a unique designation in the Collective, but he was more.

He carried with him from out of the great sleep, a connection to all of the other sleepers who had ever fallen away from the Continuum.

In the ages that had passed from the moment he first went under, to the moment that he emerged from the slumber, he had become entangled with each of them.

Their memories became his memories, their relationships became his relationships, and yet he remained himself, at the pinnacle of the pyramid in this concrescence of being.

Every contact he had after his awakening, created a subtle shift in the Collective.

It was imperceptible.

He became a catalyst among those who lingered near to him, fomenting change in them as well.

He was a harbinger of despair, many that he touched succumbed to the desire to fall away.

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Independence Day

I have always loved the fourth of July; the mid-summer holiday, the nostalgic look back at the victories of American revolutionaries throwing off the yoke of tyranny.

 

I loved it, uncritically as a child.

 

I loved it without thought or question.

 

As I grew older, and learned more about the real history of the revolutionary war, the real politics of the founders, the philosophies that drove them, the numerous ways in which they were morally and ethically compromised (compromise is too light of a word), by war mongering, and profiteering, and slave-holding. As I learned more about these truths, it became self-evident, that the nation was founded on a carefully balanced set of ideals that the founders themselves did not have the courage to live up to.

 

America was founded on a compact of lies.

 

The preamble to the constitution states that all people are created equal and possess, as an inherent aspect of their being, rights which they cannot be separated from, the foremost of which are life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness.

 

The rights are unalienable, or se we are told. This has always been just wishful thinking.

 

The expression of this truth, and its codification in law, did not at the same time abolish the institutions of slavery, give women the right to own land, to vote, and other rights of self-determination. It did not make unlawful, wars of aggression against the sovereign nations of the First People. Those self-evident truths, those unalienable rights, did not prevent the United States of American entering into a campaign of genocide and extermination against them.

 

The founders applied these principles to themselves, and their “peers,” used those principles to justify their separation for the dominion of England, and to protect their property after the war of independence had been won.

 

War and battle create many opportunities for selflessness and displays of courage that most human beings cannot help but admire and applaud, even though the antecedents of war and the causes of conflict are always unjust, morally vacant and abhorrent.

 

In my heart, I want to celebrate the revolutionaries, their courage, the flag which unifies us, but I find it difficult. The story of the America, beginning on July 4th, is one that has many bright moments, but we are foolish, cold-hearted and ignorant if we do not at the same time recognize the millions of slaves who built our first cities, who farmed the plantations, who established our first industries, and the millions of people belonging to sovereign nations that we crushed in our westward expansion, starving them and killing them without mercy, displacing them and outlawing their religion and customs, erasing their language.

 

Does anyone find that easy?

 

The Fourth of July should be a time of soul searching and deep reflection, forget about the flag waving and jingoism.

 

Ask yourself what it means to be an American; immigrant, refugee, revolutionary, stolen people enslaved people, conquered people, vanquished people we are the descendants of them all.

 

Given 1st – 2016.07.04

Emergence – A Twitter Novel – Epilog

 

 

Epilog: Part One – Surrender

 

Epilog Pt.01

Kathy had one option. Feeling the psychic blow from the cataclysm on Earth, she surrendered. She had prepared for it.

#Emergence

 

Epilog: Part Two – Transmogrification Epilog Pt. 02

She sensed her consciousness duplicating. She was both Earth’s channel, and the guide, becoming a new quantum-person.

#Emergence

 

Epilog: Part Three – Transformation Epilog Pt. 03

Time was meaningless in the quantum field of the Continuum. Kathy became it, and ushered humanity into the collective.

#Emergence

 

Epilog: Part Four – Transcendence Epilog Pt. 04

She ascended quietly, seamlessly flowing into every vestige of the construct that supported her mind and conscience.

#Emergence

 

Epilog: Part Five – Peace Epilog Pt. 05

She felt the flood of humanity pouring through her, repopulating the Collective. Person by person she saved them all.

#Emergence

 

Epilog: Part Six – Death Epilog Pt. 06

There was fear, but no pain as Kathy felt the death of her body, fear magnified by the end of the world, then release.#Emergence

 

Epilog: Part Seven – Bliss Epilog Pt. 07

In the final stages of assuming the mantle of the Continuum, Kathy felt a sensation unlike any feelings before, pure.

#Emergence

 

Emergence:

Epilog

Collected Parts

Epilog

Parts

01 Surrender

02 Transmogrification

03 Transformation

04 Transcendence

05 Peace

06 Death

07 Bliss

#Emergence

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Independence Day

Independence Day

 

I have always loved the fourth of July; the mid-summer holiday, the nostalgic look back at the victories of revolutionaries throwing off the yoke of tyranny. I loved it; uncritically. I loved it without thought or question.

As I grew older, and learned more about the real history of the revolutionary war, the real politics of the founders, the philosophies that drove them, the numerous ways in which they were morally and ethically compromised (compromise is too light of a word); by war mongering, and profiteering, and slave-holding. As I learned more about these truths, it became self-evident, that the nation was founded on a carefully balanced set of ideals that the founders themselves did not have the courage to live up to.

Essentially; America was founded on a pack of lies.

The preamble to the constitution states that all people are created equal and possess, as an inherent aspect of their being, rights which they cannot be separated from, the foremost of which are life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness.

The expression of this truth, and its codification in law, did not at the same time abolish the institutions of slavery; give women the right to own land, to vote, and other rights of self-determination. It did not make unlawful, wars of aggression against the sovereign nations of the First People, the natives. It did not stop us from entering into a campaign of genocide and extermination against them.

The founders applied these principles to themselves, and their “peers,” used it to justify their separation for the dominion of England, and to protect their property after the war of independence had been won.

War and battle create many opportunities for selflessness and displays of courage that most human beings cannot help but admire and applaud; even though the antecedents of war and the causes of conflict are abhorrent.

In my heart I want to celebrate the revolutionaries; their courage, the flag which unifies us, but I find it difficult. The story of the America; beginning on July 4th, is one that has many bright moments, but we are foolish, cold-hearted and ignorant if we do not at the same time recognize the millions of slaves who built our first cities, who farmed the plantations, established our first industries; and the millions of people belonging to sovereign nations that we crushed in our westward expansion, starving them, killing them without mercy, displacing them, outlawing their religion, erasing their language.

Does anyone find that easy?

The Fourth of July should be a time of soul searching deep reflection, forget about the flag waving and jingoism.

Given 1st – 2016.07.04