Someone wrote recently in the comment section on this blog that “the time for political solutions is over.” I vehemently disagree. Unless we have the courage to say no to the police state emerging all around us, to stand up to the intimidation and speak out valiantly against it, then any talk of spiritual solutions is nothing but cowardly escapism.
We do not have the impeccability required for accessing higher, more powerful states of consciousness – levels of consciousness that could magically “make bullets stop in their tracks,” as the commenter suggested – when we don’t have the guts to say no on the physical level to the forces that oppress us.
If we passively sit by and do nothing, if we fail to speak up – to our friends who are still asleep and to our oppressors – then we are personally responsible for the destruction of human freedom and the takeover by the tyrants that is occurring. Because who has the power to stop it, except those of us who have become aware of the agenda?
We deride our friends who are still asleep, we complain about what “sheep” they are, but we are the ones with the knowledge and the responsibility to do something. If a person who is asleep lets the house burn down, it’s a tragedy. If a person who is awake lets the house burn down, it’s a travesty.
I understand the feelings of cowardice masquerading as enlightenment, because sometimes I go there myself. I don’t want to risk my life, my home, my family, but if I don’t love freedom more than life in this material form, then freedom will never be a reality for me. I will always be the victim of the bullies.
We have been born into a society that was already halfway to becoming a police state. We were conditioned since childhood to accept the things that are starting to come down. But deeper than our conditioning is our thirst to be strong and free, self-reliant and powerful within our own lives. The only kind of spiritual mastery that can ever occur for us is rooted in that inner drive for personal freedom. We can no more have one without the other than we can have ice without water.
Our passion for freedom must burn within us so strongly that it consumes every excuse we manufacture for why we must sit and hide and hope it will all blow over. Tyranny does not just blow over. Bullies don’t just disappear. They continue taking over more and more of everything until the people they bully stand up and put a stop to it.
It can be discouraging speaking our mind on these things to our friends. It can lose us friends. It can cause us to be thought of as radical and “out there.” Now the tyrants are programming people to think that anyone who criticizes the government is a terrorist, so soon speaking out to our slumbering friends will cause us to be perceived as terrorists. It could get us on watch lists.
Our love for this planet, for creating freedom for ourselves and all mankind, must be greater than our fear and loathing of all those possible consequences. Our love for freedom must burn up our concern with what people think of us, our concern with our popularity, even our concern about winding up in a concentration camp one day.
We would be freer in a concentration camp, having stood up to the oppressors, than living quietly in our homes while the world goes to hell in a hand basket. If we do nothing, we are the enablers. If we do nothing, we are responsible for the success of the New World Order.
Freedom is an inner state of mind. You can be free in a jail cell. You cannot be free living quietly in your home bowing meekly under the velvet-gloved iron hand of the controllers.
Someday a blog entry like this could wind me up in a concentration camp. But you know what? All the good people will be there. And with our ‘tude, how long would that concentration camp last?
I recently lost two people very dear to me. There’s something about a loved one dying that presses up against the curtain that divides us from the other dimensions, the unseen worlds. I am always left with a sense of closeness to that which is on the other side, and less of a concern about the importance or power of death. I feel the ones I love still vibrant, still there and close to me, only no longer limited by the body they expressed through. I am reminded that even that thing we consider the ultimate tragedy – death – is not all that powerful. It cannot alter that which is essential, the infrastructure of our being where love and freedom reside.
And at such times, I feel greater courage to do what must be done to stop the bullies from destroying this beautiful world. I don’t think about the possible cost, because even death seems insignificant compared with the things that count, the things I care about.
The worst thing I can imagine is human freedom being completely destroyed, the machinery of the New World Order becoming completely installed, on my watch. How could I live with myself if that happened? I have to give it my all, do everything I can, unpopular though that may make me. If I don’t, I choose popularity over the freedom of the world.
I was deeply inspired tonight by a 19-minute video clip on the Alex Jones website. It rallied me around to remember these things, and I strongly recommend watching it. You can access it here.
I’m sure there are beings who want to help us make this world the paradise that surely God meant it to be. I think they help us from the unseen dimensions. But they can do nothing if we, the denizens of this world, don’t earn their assistance by doing everything we can on the physical level to speak out against tyranny and stand up to it.
Ron Paul recently said that if Americans stand by and let the TSA put their hands down our pants and irradiate us with scanners at airports, then we deserve the New World Order and all its consequences. Benjamin Franklin said that if we value security more than freedom, we deserve neither. We must dig down and find the passion to do what must be done and tell the bullies we will not be intimidated.
Alex Jones observed tonight that the recent shenanigans by Homeland Security are aimed not at keeping the majority asleep but at intimidating those of us who are awake from criticizing the government and speaking out about what’s really happening. I’ve felt that intimidation. But if I give in to it and let them stop me from exercising my God-given rights, then human freedom is lost, and I’m the one who kissed it goodbye.
© Bronte Baxter 2011
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