A faint sound ever so slight could only be heard with a special stethoscope. Yet this sound managed to escape into the consciousness of a whole people. This almost silent whisper sent rumblings that shook the foundations of the home of the prince of darkness. Beelzebub’s authority was shaken to the pits of hot ash. An alert throughout Hades was sounded as the minions hastily gathered to respond to the imminent crises.
How can this be? We can not allow it to stand! The audacious thought that people not only have the right but a sacred duty to confront malicious actions had found rebirth and must be quickly defeated and not allowed to stand.
The dust on the red alert phone flew as it was hastily picked up to dispatch a quick counter strike. From the foundational floor of shouel, hot ash immediately began to flow into the State of Georgia.
Yea, the Devil sent quick strike troops to Georgia steeped in the ancient art-form of illusion and imagery supporting a lofty non living golden idle worshiped and held in highest esteem. Down to Georgia went the father of lies via the express lane of the cyberspace express train lookin’ to prevent the loss of souls to fool and seal the gate of escape. Oh so serious was the sound of truth escaping the grasp of ignorance after years of being locked safely away from view. The Devil understood he was in a bind ’cause he was now way behind due to a double faux pas. The naked baby who escaped deaths reach comfortably laying on the table for all to see and the faintest sound of life threatened the powers of command and control. The discomfort was intense as the truth slipped through the fingers of death and could no longer be denied. The Devil’s grasp of authority over the tree of life and death was being questioned and worse being reclaimed by mere humans who acknowledge the a greater creator of life and truth.
The very best veteran storm troops were be summed to quickly repair the breach and seal a deal. Down to Georgia they came wrapped in illusion and armed with an ancient violin. Who would have expected from the pains of birthing babies a mother would stand in the breach. As she wrote on mere paper flames of truth leaped off the pages challenging the self appointed envious and jealous worshipers and exposing death that was hidden behind the golden Art Form idol.
Amazingly, a mother picked up a violin for the very first time. How did she master the rallying sound of truth set free as streams of fire were freed to singe and consume the fuel of the Devils empty illusions. In the Rockets red glare was reveled the image of the golden idol has always been dead and no hope for new life would be found there, but only chains and anchors attached to Gehenna.
Yes, we hold these truths to be self evident – cried out from the strings of the violin mimicking the sound of a heartbeat of a people searching to rediscover truth created in their soul while still being formed in thier mothers womb. Neither the devil, hollow self centered actors nor elected officials lusting for power are the masters of the truth or have power over the souls of a people birthed in a nation founded on freedom, liberty and life more abundant.
It’s has begun, the great awakening of who this nation was founded to be is being rediscovered and reasserted. Moms, dads, children, blacks, whites, immigrants, old, young and strangers are standing up to reclaim the founding principles and values. Article V of the Constitution the mother of the Convention of States a process designed to affirm the right and the duty of the people and the States to assert self governance and remove the chairs and anchors of those who seek to enslave and rule.
How about you? I am gonna follow mom, my long forgotten hero!