The fundamental forces that aligned to destroy the Union of these States, just 25 years after Jefferson wrote the letter to the Mayor of Washington, D. C., are still with us. Even the same banks and the grandsons of the bankers who provided the funds to deconstruct the American Union still have funds available to them. The European monarchies who comprise the Bilderberg Group, are their heirs and still creating more. They still work covertly to reclaim the greatest and most valuable "jewel" in the crown of liberty Jefferson snatched from their grasp barely 250 years ago.
The Agenda to reduce mankind to service of the weathy and the ruling class is as ancient as the Silk Road and Sea Trade itself. Liberty, the counter-agenda, is young...the lifespan of those with courage to defend her against powers that have always been is short...our attention spans even shorter. come, let us all "see through time", "see through the agenda", together. the battle was NEVER about guns..it has always been about knowledge, information and truth.
i remain astounded by the journey of the nation. i am shocked at the hardships endured to bring us a land of liberty wrestled from the iron grip of the most intractable of monarchial resistance, spanning 5000 years of human history. i am amazed at how few lessons we remember from our past and how far from our principles we have strayed. i am shocked that this presidency or any presidency would be so unwise as to choose a path so fraught with dangers to the sovereign powers and rights of a free people.
i'm drawn to Thomas Jefferson, because i grew up with my Aunt confiding in me the secrets of "Uncle Tom" that her Grandmother had so "unmercifully" regaled her with...rain and shine. marvelous tales of Uncle Tom and just how tender he was with children. you'd have thought he was Walt Disney.
My mother's name is Jesse. she hates her name because her namesake is her cousin, Jessie James, the bank robber who robbed the bank in Franklin, Kentucky. According to my mother, great grandmother's farm was next to Thomas Jefferson's, in Virginia. Yet, when i research it, it appears Jefferson's Estate was 5,000 acres. there's no way to tell where she lived. across the valley was President James Monroe's family farm.
i'm blessed with an uncontrollably vivid imagination. i have often imagined myself connected to the history of this nation. About sixty miles to the south of Jefferson's Monticello lands, is the ford of a small creek at Appomattox, Virginia. Since the 1650's Appomattox has been owned by the family of Colonel Eppes.
The Eppes' farm of 3000 acres, stands about forty miles outside of Richmond, Virginia. It's where Robert E Lee, surrendered to the Union and ended the War Between The States..The Civil War.
As i grew up, I remember reading newspaper articles honoring surviving Civil War soldiers. It was amazing how many there were in Kentucky, Tennesse, Virginia as late as the l950's and early 60s'. I remember reading the article in the "Louisville Courier Journal" about the "Last Confederate Pensioner Dies". He was 113. he had been just a boy.
within a few more years, i remember reading another article. The title was: "Last Civil War Widow Dies". I kept the article. I think it was 1982. It seems the War Department had double checked her eligibility early on. They couldn't believe she hadn't been born until 1902. It was true. After they double checked..the old Civil War Pensioner had been 68..when he married his 13 year old bride in l915. It was his 7th marriage. They had three children. When she died in l982, her Pension was $42.00 a month, in thanks for her service to "The Union".
My mother says that the Russells or the Angels or the Gants or the Paines or the Dennings or the Watermans and Colonel Eppes were kin. I don't remember who they were, we're all from Virginia, but they lived nearby the ford at Appomattox, on Col Eppes' property. near the ford of the stream, was an ancient stone well complete with rope and oak bucket.
since i was old enough to remember, i have passed innumerable hours imagining myself sitting on the cool, rough stones surrounding the well. as i sit, i am imagine myself watching the tired, weary soldiers, hardly older than me...so thin, with sunken eyes and far away stares.
i imagine if they were boys like me...so far away from their homes, what MUST they be thinking. what must they all be feeling. how will they ever find their way to the arms of their mothers...to the grins of their fathers. i search their eyes for any and every hint that they have killed a man...then shudder at the horror of the necessity.
rifle by rifle, boy by boy, man by man...the pride of the confederacy shuffles past. with each passage, the lines turns into a macbre dance of surrender. this was the end. the thought of one more tomorrow must have been torture for them. around the well, the stack of rifles grows ever greater, dozens of neat and orderly piles stretching hundreds of feet.
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no one looks at me. no one sees me. after all i'm just another boy. much like movie, "the sorcerors apprentice", there appear to be no end to the guns. i fear the line of boys will last, forever. in my imagination, there is hardly a sound. all the union men looked just like lincoln, at church, on a hot sunday, in virginia..tunics buttoned, sun blazing.
there was hardly a sound. a few men holding back tears. a few of the youngest boys..sobbing, loudly in terror of their fate. but, in the background, always a layer of metallic clatter of wood on steel..it lasted for hour after hour after hour.
as i understand, Jefferson wrote his own epitaph and refused to acknowledge that he had been president of the united states. the future of government troubled him.
On June 24th, 1826, as the eve of the 50th anniversary of the Declaration of Independence approached, a failing Thomas Jefferson...on his death bed..summoned his last reserve of intellectual power and passion to write one final reminder and warning to all humanity...to all Americans...to you and to me...the great, great grandson of his next door neighbor.
A few days before, Jefferson had received an invitation from Roger C. Weightman, the Mayor of Washington DC. to join him for the festivities surrounding the 50th anniversary of the Declaration of Independence.
In the letter, Jefferson gently declined and sent his regrets regarding his infirmity. And then he wrote:
"...in the bold and doubtful election we were to make for our country, between submission or the sword; and to have enjoyed with them the consolatory fact, that our fellow citizens, after half a century of experience and prosperity, continue to approve the choice we made."
"may it be to the world, what I believe it will be, (to some parts sooner, to others later, but finally to all,) the Signal of arousing men to burst the chains, under which monkish ignorance and superstition had persuaded them to bind themselves, and to assume the blessings & security of self-government."
"That form which we have substituted, restores the free right to the unbounded exercise of reason and freedom of opinion. All eyes are opened, or opening, to the rights of man. the general spread of the light of science has already laid open to every view. the palpable truth, that the mass of mankind has not been born with saddles on their backs, nor a favored few booted and spurred, ready to ride them legitimately, by the grace of god.
These are grounds of hope for others. For ourselves, let the annual return of this day forever refresh our recollections of these rights, and an undiminished devotion to them.
I will ask permission here to express the pleasure with which I should have met my ancient neighbors of the City of Washington and of it's vicinities, with whom I passed so many years of a pleasing social intercourse; an intercourse which so much relieved the anxieties of the public cares, and left impressions so deeply engraved in my affections, as never to be forgotten.
With my regret that ill health forbids me the gratification of an acceptance, be pleased to receive for yourself, and those for whom you write, the assurance of my highest respect and friendly attachments.
Th. Jefferson
Kentucy's last Civil War veteran was born just 26 years after Jefferson's valiant letter of remembrance. Jefferson's concerns for the presidency, for the government, for the American people and the degree to which they were cognizant of the fundamentals of liberty...were well justified.
The fundamental forces that aligned to destroy the Union of these States are still with us. Even the same banks and the grandsons of the bankers who provided the funds to deconstruct the US still have funds available to them. European monarchy are still creating heirs. They still covertly work to reclaiming the greatest and most immense "jewel" in the crown of the new world. The Agenda is old...the lifespan of those who would resist these powers is short...our attention spans even shorter. come, let us all "see through time", together.
We clearly, don't have it right, just yet. Thomas Jefferson died, July 4th, 1826. He was thinking of us, all! So, the next time someone who is "spurred and booted climbs on your back"....just email him/her Jefferson's letter, anonymously. Let's start with Romney, Rockefeller, Hillary and Limbaugh! I suggest every American email a copy of the to the White House and every U S Senators. They have boots on and they're getting a little heavy.
zorro
http://www.loc.gov/exhibits/jefferson/jeffleg.html
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