I just remembered – today is Independence Day in the "good ol' US of A".

The day Americans celebrate their freedom from British tyranny and the birth of "democracy" with American flags flown high, fireworks "bursting in air", barbecued burgers and plenty of Budweiser to heighten those patriotic sensibilities.

What a friggin' joke. Can't imagine why I forgot about it.

Freedom? Independence? Democracy?

Freedom from WHAT? For WHOM? Freedom from government intervention in the private lives of American citizens? Freedom from government surveillance technology which may soon include knowing every single move we make, who we talk to, what we purchase, where we are at all times, how many times we have a shower during the week? Freedom from being treated as a criminal whenever we get on an airplane?

Right. Well then. Perhaps we mean when we speak of "freedom", that interesting breed of freedom that we ever so kindly attempt to "give" to foreign countries. You know. The kind that countries are raped for. The kind that women, children, the elderly and young men and women in the prime of life are butchered, mangled and maimed for. The kind that the American F16s and B52s bring to these ever so grateful nations, who then as a token of their eternal gratitude, hand over their countries to these "saviors", these "bringers of freedom and democracy", - lock, stock and barrel.

Damn. That's some kind of freedom. Some kind of independence from tyranny. Some kind of democracy. Gotta get me some of that alright.

The Declaration of Independence, ratified by Congress on July 4, 1776, stated:

"We hold these truths to be self-evident; that all men are created equal; that they are endowed by their Creator with certain inalienable rights; that among these are life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness; that to secure these rights, governments are instituted among men, deriving their just powers from the consent of the governed, -that whenever any form of government becomes destructive of these ends, it is the right of the people to alter or to abolish it ..."

"...it is the right of the people to alter or to abolish it."

Well, sadly, even if the Bush Reich is ousted from power in the next election, it is highly likely that a regime even more diabolical will take its place. What's worse is that this evil will also likely go just as unnoticed, if not more so, than the previous one did, by the people of a nation who live in the illusion that they actually possess these inalienable rights of life, liberty and the pursuit of happiness. What the people of this nation, and elsewhere in the world, do not realize, is that this "right to life" is, will and can be snuffed out at any moment by the powers that be. It happens all the time. Right before our very eyes. And when it does, when we finally see it, any sort of 3D "happiness" that one might be attempting to pursue is snuffed out as well - forever. Liberty? Again, we know there is no such thing here. We are living in a prison of the most efficient sort. The type of prison where all the inmates believe they are free, despite all of the signs around them that scream exactly the opposite. In a nation where so many people are content in their slumber – in a nation where people are waving their flags, spouting their patriotic slogans and slugging down their Budweisers while their world crumbles down around them - the prospects, sadly, do not look good. No, things do not look very good at all for the "good `ol US of A".

And it is frightening. It is even at times, infuriating. The government of the United States of America, and the puppet masters behind it, represent a tyranny the likes of which may have never been seen before.

And the tyranny doesn't stop there. This tyranny exists on all levels. From our very minds, to the entire planet. The Predator within all of us tyrannizes us ruthlessly every day. In our families, among our friends, at our work places, in our neighborhoods, on the playgrounds where our children play – tyranny. And it almost seems as though this tyranny is like some sort of a fungus that has spread, slowly eating up anything and everything good and vital and alive in its path, eventually consuming the entire planet.

"God" may be in his heaven, but all is certainly NOT right with the world.

Of course, things have been like this for a very long time now, but it seems as though the point of critical mass is quickly approaching. I see it all around me. Both in my immediate environment, and outside of it. I have seen little else apart from clever and subtle manipulation, lies, betrayal, traps, confusion, egocentricity, and apathy.

But then, what can one expect in a psychopathic world, run by psychopathic leaders, who are in turn having their strings pulled by psychopathic puppet masters? Not too much.

But I am very weary of this psychopathic existence. Very weary indeed. All of my life, I have given everything I can to everything and everyone I believed in, loved and trusted in this world, and have been slapped in the face again, and again, and again (most recently, just yesterday, in fact). I have loved until it hurt. Given until it hurt. Sacrificed until I could sacrifice no longer. No more. This world isn't worth it. Most of the people I have come across in my life haven't been worth it.

Still, I can't say that I "hate" this world. I've never been able to actually hate anything or anyone, no matter what has happened. No, I still can say that I "love" this world for the lessons it has provided me with, and continues to provide me with, but I am tiring of these lessons and am anxious for the day when I am ready for the "test", hopefully pass, and hopefully graduate from this existence. I don't know if I will make it. All I know is that I'm going to do my best at the attempt to do so, and right now, that seems to be what is important. What happens after that attempt, happens. What will be, will be.

And while I may be cynical, perhaps even bitter, at this particular moment, and sounding like someone who will never love, never give, never help, never sacrifice again, I know deep down that this isn't true. I know I will do all of these things again (and am, in fact, doing them already when it comes to my children) because it seems to simply be part of my nature to do so. And hope plays a role here as well. I have hope, in spite of everything. I have hope that if enough of us do what is necessary, we can find that Happiness that so many of us seek. That Happiness that is not defined in traditional materialistic terms. That Happiness that brings with it a sense of true fulfillment, true completeness. That Happiness that is only found by following the path of Truth.

It is slightly amusing actually. When I first came across this material - when I read about hyperdimensional realities, 4DSTS, abductions, etc. - I thought I had faced the "terror of the situation" then. For somewhere around a month and a half, all I did was read, read, read, and the more I read, the more I had to read – regardless of how terrifying and painful it was. I just couldn't stop. It was answering my "Why???" questions. It was making sense to me. I was "resonating" with it, even though it would be considered ravings of a madman by others, in their own particular realities. And so I couldn't stop. Day and night I read. As a consequence, I became ill. I became depressed – even more so than I usually was. But it didn't matter. Questions were being answered. Questions were being answered! And as a result of this, because I had discovered something that was, in my eyes, wonderous, I wanted to share it. I wanted to share it so badly that it hurt. I was literally bursting at the seams. And on the one occasion when I decided to try and do this, in a very carefully worded way, and it was thrown back in my face, so to say, it was the first clue that there was more to this "terror" than I thought, but I still didn't grasp it. Not until now.

What I realize now, is that I was only seeing part of the picture at that time. That, despite the suffering when I initially came across this material, it still wasn't by any stretch of the imagination a full initiation into this reality. It wasn't so because I still believed in the goodness and trustworthiness of the majority of people in this nasty world of ours. I believed in my own judgement of people, which, from the time I was a child, I had considered to be "discerning". I have never had alot of "friends" around me, never needed or wanted friends who I couldn't consider "true" friends. I have only had a few and these have only become friends after I felt they have shown me that they are trustworthy, accepted me for who I was, were not superficial, were "good" people with "good" values, who I had things in common with, etc. I have also only had a few friends due to my habit of speaking my mind, for saying what I thought to be the truth (and I certainly wasn't always right). I did this with teachers in grade school, high school, university. I did it with people I knew. And while there were a few who respected that, the majority called me "outspoken", "rude", "stubborn", and shunned me for it, which really didn't bother me all that much. At least, I don't think it did.

In any case, what I finally see is that I have NOT been discerning enough when it has come to even those few people that I have had involved in my life. That there are precious few people in this world that have the qualities I seek when I decide to engage in any type of a relationship with a person, and it seems to be like looking for a needle in a haystack. And while this is definitely enlightening and liberating, it is also depressing, although I think that this will pass once acceptance fully sets in and adjustments are made. What I wonder about is if this enlightenment, this true liberation from this particular part of my illusion, will bring with it a loneliness that will prove to be unbearable. I think I am strong enough to handle it now. I have always been fairly strong, so long as I don't happen to be in a situation where I am vulnerable, and I think I am at least a little stronger than I was before, so I think I can handle it. But since so little seems to be certain, and so much seems to be possible, I can't say for sure. But I have hope, and I have faith, and that will have to do for the moment. Until I – and all of us – are truly "liberated". Free from our illusions about both ourselves and our world. Until we finally, at long last, can celebrate our true "Independence Day".

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