7. We flow Eden’s future now, awakened as Stewards with endogenous technology

Blessed are the poor in spirit: for theirs is the kingdom of Heaven.
Blessed are those who mourn: for they will be comforted.
Blessed are the meek: for they will inherit the earth.
Blessed are those who hunger and thirst for righteousness: for they will be filled.
Blessed are the merciful: for they will be shown mercy.
Blessed are the pure in heart: for they will see God.
Blessed are the peacemakers: for they will be called children of God.
Blessed are those who are persecuted for righteousness sake: for theirs is the kingdom of heaven.
Blessed are you when others revile you and persecute you and utter all kinds of evil against you falsely on my account. Rejoice and be glad, for your reward in heaven is great, for so they persecuted the prophets who were before you.

—Matthew, 5:3-12 

 

It was with founding of this great nation, our white invasion into this pristine hallowed Eden, so precious to its first human inhabitants they sought not to devote their toils to the illusory riches of usurious progress of parasitic plunder but to invest themselves wholly to the noble cause of stewarding this verdant Eden so their children’s children’s great-great grandchildren and the same of their plant and animal cousins could so blessed as to enjoy and be vitalized by the enormity her bounty and the generosity of her pure and gorgeous heart, that we people fell prey deeper than ever to accident of delusion of Self consequent the Enlightenment, which we supposed overturned the inhumane offense of the rights of Kings and handed the rule of ourselves from such a brutish holdout of our baser natures to the supposed primacy and supremacy of our rational minds. It is now centuries later that we witness this gross fruits of this awful folly: that we have been deceived by those same kings that we are also kings, and that this fallacy has trapped us in a libertine civilization so odious that we not only ruin the entirety of our continent but our whole world over in pursuit of Mind’s supposed perfectly rational higher aspirations to hide in this delusion to the consequence of all damnation behind black screens of glass that echo us forever mad in our periscopeheads, to the expensive happiness, of liberty, of live, and the love for all the Mother and Father’s creatures that enflames the three and so enjoins us all.

No man or woman yet has risen to liberate us from delusion of human being and its prison in the lonely tower of the periscope head.

And so I rise on this day, having completed a 12 year ordeal whose last two years traveling through this great American landscape during unravel of nation to witness the suffering of my fellow Americans and animal and plant inhabitants of this stained Eden, and so be enflamed by purpose so that I might be so armed with perfect and clarion that I could stand before you now as I do this day. That these have been so arduous and have consumed so much of me that I have joined the poor in their poverty, that I have lost the pleasures and love of my own cherished friends and family and husband, and that I have ruined my body through starvation to near organ failure, to deliver the miracle of this Ontology to the women and their progeny of all colors, stripes, nations, and creeds, and to animals and plants, whom so far as we suppose play no such silly monkey games, and whose discoveries and accomplishments are of such historic import as to dwarf the work of all such men who have come before, and whose and revered shoulders I stand upon now. And so I rise on this day.

On this day, I decree: Let us conclude at last this vile and dangerous game of human being this very day! Let us free ourselves from destructive and corrosive shackles of this needless madness. For it is this evil alone, this denial of our glorious primate nature, itself a reflection of our Mother’s extraordinary bounty and our Father’s great ape might, whom we say made us in His image, that is truly our Original Sin, and has ever bricked us in the madhouse of La Maison | Deiv, whose vain and insane pursuit ruins the world day in and out, that our children will not merely inherit a lessor world than we, but they will be left to face the last of the Mother’s days and pay for our sins of gross abnegation of our natures and our abdication of the astonishing and divine material might pregnant in our glorious primate bodies, bereft of the blessings of bloat that fade from the civilization our black mirrors warn us and Plato himself warn us die this very year. Let us conclude this miserable affair at last, and redeem ourselves in full for the truth of our being, before we ruin the whole of the world and cast this earth into Hell of Venus, to be rendered in time Mars’ husk. Let us damn our children and those of our plant and animals cousins that remain to the nameless hollowing despair that our Polar Bears now face as they stare down the final hours of their kind with no hope of remedy in time.

In a sense I have come before you today flanked by the children of this world yet to born to cash a check. When the architects of our republic wrote the magnificent words of the Constitution and the declaration of Independence, they were signing a promissory note to which every American was to fall heir. This note was a promise that all men would be guaranteed the inalienable rights of life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness. It was so noble, so pure, so perfectly loving by its sheer example and stunning truth it catalyzed a global transformation we rightly revere the ideal of to this very day and we became its redeemer and steward. And so it is that the promisory of this Constitution and declaration of Independence extends beyond our shores and has assured the world over the guarantee of its promise. To accomplish this in full, as it is only now too clear, that promise must extend beyond the world of and cover also the Eden and all its creatures made by our divine Mother and Father.

It is obvious today that America has defaulted on this promissory note insofar as every citizens of glorious Eden is concerned. Instead of honoring this sacred obligation, America has consumed and scorched the earth, murdered the majority of its animal sisters and brothers, and left its children a worthless inheritance: a bad check which has already come back marked ‘insufficient funds.’ But these future children of men and animal and I refuse to believe that the bank of justice is so bankrupt as to abdicate our holy might out of cowardice and apathy, and retreat instead to comfort, at this hour of apocalypse. We refuse to believe that there are insufficient funds in the great vaults of opportunity of this nation to protect the treasure of our Earth. So we have come to cash this check -- a check that will give us upon demand the riches of freedom and the security of justice, that we may correct our human errors, waken to our holy gifts, and manifest such might not merely to outlast the harsh night of apocalypse descending upon us now, but so transform ourselves so that return to Eden redeemed as the Stewards our Creators purposed to be when they made us so— in their image: Stewards— and so last enter into the Kingdom. We have also come before you at this darkest of hours to remind America of the fierce urgency of now. This is no time to engage in the luxury of cooling off or to take the tranquilizing drug of gradualism. Now is the time to rise from the dark and desolate valley of human madness to the sunlit path of you divine and perfect animal nature and inherent world-catalyzing might. Now is the time to open the doors of opportunity to all of God's children— animal, plant, and the People of the great ape we still call Man. Now is the time to lift our nation from the quicksands of this human madness to the solid rock of fellowship with all life, whose fate we all share.

For it would be fatal for the nation to overlook the urgency of the moment and to underestimate the determination of our children yet to come to survive and thrive in holy belonging’s awakened might as we have so failed to do. This simmering spring of our legitimate discontent will not skip the point of boiling without destroying us all whole if we do not evidence at last our better natures, not merely for ourselves, not for ghosts of those children yet to come who stand beside me now, but all Eden’s children to whom we were entrusted to Steward. For we have less than one year to truly act to save them all, but what a mighty, virtuous, true, and swift salvation I offer you this day. For swear to you now: twenty eighteen is not an end, but a beginning. Those who fail to heed these warnings of science and blunt observation readily available to us all unfettered by the narcotic poison of prideful human supposition and presumption will have a rude awakening in the opening daybreak of 2019 if the nation returns to business as usual and excuses further inaction, for it is by then we truly will know the magnitude of our catalyst’s failure as our civilization and world explode parabolically around us all and deliver our children into Hell eternal. Would that those yet unborn could revolt against us now: There will be neither rest nor tranquility in America until the future in Eden was assured by the wholesale liberation from this needless prison of denial via redemption of our animal natures and attainment at last glorious might as Stewards. 

But there is something that I must say to my people who stand on the warm threshold which leads into the palace of justice.  And after the bitterness and resent with which I have endured the cruel indifference of my friends as I invested the whole of material vitality in this affair to win a world for their children— for I will not have any of my own to inherit this earth, and for I so love theirs— it is to bitter injured myself as well I repeat our greatest moral prophet’s prayer: That in the process of securing our children’s rightful future in this Eden, we must not be guilty of wrongful deeds. Let us not seek to satisfy our thirst for our unborn childrens’ justice by drinking from the cup of bitterness and hatred.

We must forever conduct our struggle on the high plane of dignity and discipline. We must not allow our creative protest to degenerate into physical violence. Again and again we must rise to the majestic heights of meeting physical force with soul force, with material state change of consciousness that is Awakening to Awakening, to its blessings of endogenous technology, the zero-point energy power all inherit from mothers, whom are entrusted by the Mother to gift this power to each generation of the People who will walk this Earth redeemed as her Stewards at last. The marvelous new militancy which has engulfed the liberal community must not lead us to distrust of all the people they scorn, nor must we fall to scorn them, for many of us this today, as evidenced by their presence here today, have come to realize that their children’s destinies are tied up with the destinies and their freedoms of their Edenic kin, and that our fates together are inextricably bound to this freedom. We cannot leave them to walk alone.

And as we walk, we must make the pledge that we shall march ahead. We cannot turn back to the cave of Human Being, and its horrors of Mammon and senseless, irreconcilable commotion of Babel. There are those who are asking me, ‘’When will you be satisfied?’ We can never be satisfied as long as threat remains that the bodies of all this blessed Eden’s children, heavy with the fatigue of nomadic travel in a climate of shifting violence and cascading calamity that leaves them no mercy, cannot find home nor rest for want of our sins. We cannot be satisfied as long as the fate of all our Eden’s children is a curse of perpetual flight as the Eden’s light and ours are snuffed out for failure to master our power. We can never be satisfied as long as a child born today into the San Francisco Bay cannot look to her future and be glad for she is to inherit and a son born tomorrow in New York believes he has nothing to live for at the advent of his loving parent’s gift of his life. No, no, we are not satisfied, and we will not be satisfied until justice rolls down like waters and righteousness like a mighty stream and sweeps away fast the parasites that feed upon us all before they succeed in murdering this Eden, as they did Mars and Venus.

This will not stand.

I am not unmindful that some of you have come here out of great trials and tribulations. Some of you have come fresh from narrow cells, from hunger, penniless and indebted, broken, abused, forgotten, sore. Some of you have come from areas where your quest for freedom left you battered by the storms of persecution and staggered by the winds of police brutality. You have been the veterans of creative suffering. Continue to work with the faith that unearned suffering is redemptive. Have the necessary faith to remember: that suffering evidences the power pregnant in your glorious bodies, which are the whole of you gifted by your Mother and Father. In that that suffering evidences your divine inheritence, have the courage plumb those frightening depths, and become that misery whole, that you might hold and tenderly sooth its pains while mastering its physical manifestation and earn your might that such turning into/in-to gains. 

Your masters extoll you even now: Go back to Mississippi, go back to Alabama, go back to Georgia, go back to Louisiana, go back to the slums and ghettos of our northern cities, to the same copied simulacra comforts of your suburban feedlots, know your place, and trust  that somehow this situation can and will be changed by those who have perverted culture so that they may profit precisely from this dark hour now. Let us not wallow in the valley of despair.

I say to you today, my friends, that in spite of the difficulties and frustrations of the moment, I still have a dream. It is a dream deeply rooted in the American dream, and I have accomplished it.

I have a dream that on this first day of the new age this nation will rise up and live out the true meaning of renewed creed: "We hold these truths to be self-evident: that our Mother and Father created all their children to be equal, and that have blessed the whole of Eden with us, that we might its Stewards and protectors and return her to her glory forever more.

I have a dream that tomorrow on the red hills of Georgia the sons of former slaves and the sons of former slaveowners will be able to sit down together at a table of brotherhood and mete a bounteous future for all this Eden’s children.

I have a dream that in a few short months even the state of Mississippi, a desert state, sweltering hopeless under the seeming eternal yolk of the tyrannical state’s injustice and oppression, will be transformed into an oasis of freedom and justice.

I have a dream that today your children will born to inherit this nation united in divine fellowship where from where none again will not be judged and condemned by the color of their skin but by the content of their character as it is applied virtuously to divine purpose entrusted in us all.

I have a dream today.

I have a dream that today the state of Alabama, whose electorate surprised the world with extraordinary it character and with it a triumph their democracy a triumph of virtue and threw out the antichrist who sought to sully the honor that of that great state and our nation as a whole,  that this redemption of character from corner of our nation we had all but abandoned hope for recovery, stands as beacon to every other state holding mid-term elections this year that this year is the year at last that our character and virtue win our government back from the kings of lies, and their deceits of interposition and nullification, will be transformed into a situation where little black boys and black girls will be able to join hands with little white boys and white girls and walk together as sisters and brothers, and so again be rendered the beacon of hope our world so urgently deserves.

I have a dream today.

I have a dream that next January 1, 2019 every valley shall be exalted, every hill and mountain shall be heralded and extolled, the scarred places will be made sewn to heal, and the broken places will be left to rest so that they may gently recover, and the glory of the Mother and our Father shall be revealed, and all flesh shall see it together.

This is our hope. This is the faith with which I return to the to your company and to fight for your children in this urgent precious year when the possible is no more and the impossible is needed now more than ever. With this faith we will be able to hew out of the mountain of despair a stone of hope, for with my Ontology and endogenous technology, we will raise the generations to come as champions for all life on this earth. With this faith we now transform the jangling discords of our nation into a beautiful symphony of fellowship uniting the world entire. With this faith we now work together, awaken together, struggle together, bare and master suffering together, and stand up for all Eden’s children’s freedom together, knowing that we will be free one day.

This will be the day when all of God's children will be able to sing with a new meaning, ‘My country, 'tis of thee, sweet land of liberty, of thee I sing. Land where my fathers died, land of the pilgrim's pride, from every mountainside, let freedom ring.’

And if America is to be a great nation this must become true. So let freedom ring from the prodigious hilltops of New Hampshire. Let freedom ring from the mighty mountains of New York. Let freedom ring from the heightening Alleghenies of Pennsylvania!

Let freedom ring from the snow shadowed Rockies of Colorado!

Let freedom ring from the bounty of every unfolding from ever National Park that still bares our name!

But not only that; let freedom ring from the homes of every hard working and forgotten women and man of Georgia!

Let freedom ring from the Dells of Wisconsin!

Let freedom ring from every hill and every molehill of Kentucky. From every mountainside and every holler, lets begin the great peal of freedom ringing the world over by our example, as has ever been the promise of our Nation to this earth.

Let freedom ring.

When we let freedom ring, when we let it ring from every village and every hamlet, from every state and every city, we will be able to speed up that day when all of Eden’s children, finally welcomed home under our virtuous protection of our awakened Stewardship, will be able to join hands and sing in the words of the old Negro spiritual, ‘Free at last! free at last! Thank God Almighty, we are free at last!’