In so much as there are men of deceit, there are also men of valor and honor. So much as there are men of war and hate, there are also men of love and peace. In so much as there are men, who build and dwell in the web of lies, there also be men, who envision a world beyond the veil of darkness, and search for the beauty in truth, even despite not having tasted the bittersweet nectar of truth’s glory while they exist.
I appeal to the latter of these men.
I call on the presence and wisdom of my beloved elders, to speak through me their visions of life and liberty, of love and regeneration. I call on those eternal men, who’s blood still flow and beat the drums of eternal hearts, those men to whom we look towards and stare in their captured gazes for guidance in times of turmoil and strife. Those men, who gave us pillars to lean on in times of lack, whose words give us food for strength and dignity. For their fight, like ours, is not with the physical flesh and blood or bone and muscle, but against the unseen vices of evil council and evil deeds, evil thoughts and evil hierarchy. Their struggle, like ours, is against greed and tyranny, against the pitting of man against man, man against nature, man against the knowledge of himself. I call on the remembrance of those men, who spoke truth to power, and whose truth will ring the bell of freedom that chimes and sways in each and every one of us to this day.
It is now time for today’s Men of Valor and Virtue, to carve his presence in the mantle of eternity; living in the moment will not grant anyone everlasting life. The mediums we choose to use now to express our thoughts and visions, need to be mediums of safekeeping, stored and incorruptible. For the time is come when we shall know the meaning of “he who controls the press…” Press and history is a tool and a weapon, a brick and a gun. They can be used to build connections, as well as destroy the existence of nations.
Men, we have been reduced to nothing but our word. Our word is all that we own. From these words we will shall plant seeds that will bear fruit past the existence that we’ve been granted. From these words we are to utter truths, even when our voices quiver and our hands sweat, or when our stomach rumbles from hunger and our muscles clench for the blow, we shall give our truth until our last breath is taken.
The People have asked questions to the rulers of nations to find out they are accountable to no thing. The rules that the common man submit to are not the rules that govern the governors. The lot of us understand this and yet, the lot of us have no idea where to find shelter, since the very ones that govern provide the shelter for the governed. How have we fallen into this condition? We search for some one or thing outside of ourselves to blame, when the answer is clearly found from within.
We, the people, have given up our own powerful might. We have relinquished our right to freedom by allowing someone, assumed to operate in common interests, to determine the definition of what freedom should appear to be. No one should define the freedom of a being other than the being itself, whether that being be a sole person, a group of people, a neighborhood, or a nation.
We, as an entire race of human beings, have allowed ourselves to be defined by men with no internal moral compass, thus, the definitions these men conceive and the laws they create, govern and define only the carnal nature of man, disregarding the notion that man is equally spiritual.
Those of you, who have chosen to navigate this world spiritually, who have tasted the funk of persecution with pure hearts, who have lost the strength of your voices by desperately crying out for justice for yourselves and your neighbor and yet, sought no revenge, who have stayed the course of righteousness no matter how far you have strayed into the entrenching wilderness; because you’ve quieted yourselves and harkened your ear to The Voice above all others, you will enter into Peace because you have sought after it diligently.
Those of you who have chosen to follow the voices of spectacle, who have not looked down at your feet to witness the blood and tears that stain the rungs of your ladder, who hold tightly your grasp on the treasures that is in man’s heart, who rejoice only at the loss of an enemy and and cry only at your own losses; you too will find your peace.
I speak not of deities or dogma. Nor do I site religion, or claim to be anyone but a man, with a platform to speak my truth. In the end, like all things, it is the being who decides its own direction.
Listen for your truth. Then follow only it.