American Rebirth

Liberty stands clothed in the sun, the mother of a manchild hidden within the beast. America has been spoiled by invisible enemies in plane sight, made fat for slaughter, poor from excessive war. Freedom is only available to few, but attainable by all who pursue liberation. Racial slavery has been "abolished" but the U.S. is still a slave to its false sense of freedom. America is in labor, soon to be reborn from lady Liberty but will uncle Sam deliver? The foundation for a global card palace swaying from the winds of change, soon to fall apart and make fools of us all. Wandering in the wilderness of our own forgotten land, a new Atlantis will emerge from the ocean of our subconscious.

Too separate are the unhealthy assumptions of modernity, as the gears of revolution are lubricated by our own internal turmoil. Exhausted by the petroleum fallacy that putrefied freedom under pools of prehistoric plant matter. As spirit continues its final flooding the waters of our holographic reality are poured from the bearer of eternal tides. The sands of time build castles and kingdoms only to prove their impermanence. Pyramids constructed from the cold bodies of deceased soldiers and innocence, when the monument of war reaches critical mass reason will crumble the temple of death. As rationality returns from our hazy memory we will have set an unforgettable example of what happens when Power is not in balance with Love and Wisdom.

Liberty is a necessary learning experience, freedom leads some to salvation but many to enslavement because of choice. For those with the most power are the most bounden by their earthly freedom, one day to answer the consequences of their own decisions. The oppressed have more liberty if they simply stand together, while the few who drive the vehicles of despotism have built walls to tall to climb. Flames of passion engulf their plan for global control. From ashes and dust the new Atlantis will rise as a reminder of the futile attempt of shadows trying to hide from the light of a glorious phoenix.

As the Earth mother prepares to give birth to a new resurrected reality, we find the most dismal of crimes going unnoticed. The ground we stand on is taken for granted and will eventually remind us of our relationship to the dirt we're made from. Impossible to judge the villains of our day for most are unseen, but cannot hide from the inevitability of our guiding light. As we tire more over the energy leeching machine of unjust fuel, the time approaches when matter will be a memory. Spirit is in costume, waiting to take center stage to boggle the minds of men and women everywhere.

Never underestimate the power of the perceived powerless, Love and wisdom are weightless on the scales of justice. Bloated power will sink the captains of their ships made of gold and riches that float on forever deepening waters.

With Love and Light,
A.D. IV