A Special Letter
Dear Mr. President,
What a most-fitting occasion, this Memorial Weekend, that this letter, with hopes, be passed down to yourself. I shall like to say, my respectable Leader, that this letter is very, peticularly different from my last one(s) that you may or may not have received.
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I humbly, respectably ask that you do not pass by this one whilst traversing the long, timetaking road of opening postage and fan mail. It does pertain to Washington’s vision of Big Ol’ Turtle Island. With the highest of regards…
OF AMERICA
Whilst aslumber on a night towardeth the beginning of a special and most-notable February, had I, Star of the East, awoken to a great thunder taking place in the heavens. And slept I in but a meager cave beneath that mighty city they rightly call Babylon, yet ruled it by even the Head of Rome. Above I–Good Shining One–shown HE, THE ONE OF ALL, to me like a sign in the firmament. And there, above, yet understood deeply within mine heart, walked a giant amongst the stars; yet, still, fashioned strongly was he even of stars! And that giant wore upon his tender head the helm of Hermes, and his grey beard flowed far down unto the Earth; yea, like that of holy water.
Walked he, that Man, with honor and purity. Then, in the lower and higher heavens of the inferior, the old Giant roared in divine drunkenness, and rang his mightly bell across the skies, for a new time wouldst arise and message brought forth unto the Maiden of the Earth.
And that Virgin of the World told the Man of the Waters above her that one from the direction of the Dawn revealed himself to even her. And though in her caves veiled he himself from her, was he cloaked in an aura unknown and before unbegotten. So, led she the Morning One to the old Giant of the firmament. There, didst that the strong One saith unto the Little, Ye Light Bringer, wherefore hast thou brought forth the Divine Light? Hath thou stolen, in turn, the Wise Fire of thine saviour, Promeseus? Who hath furnished thy sheath with the Destined Sword From A Lake? A Sword like that of Surtr’s?
Then the Little Star, whose right foot is that of a strong serpent, responded, saying he, The Striking One from above who holdeth what the ignorant call a Hammer of Thor’s. And from the quiver of HIGH wast hidden I and mine strange Form many times: one to visit now, and one for the end of the heavy Earth.
And the Annointing Giant was pleased with this reply, so emptied he his large kettle of wine unto the deserts. Formed from that was a fountain, and Life, drank, was endowed unto the Visionary all the way From the highest Plenoria.
Yet, the Altrustic One was yet pleased, so journey ed forth into the Isle of Brittany. Came he outside the walls of King Uther with a lion’s heart. And the Secret Gatekeepers, who like mages weret, inquired of his coming, and the Sun-like One said, From a place even beyond Jerusalem, more distant than the horizon hath I walked through mine Mother’s belly. Hath I trodden to help thou slay beasts and shepherd the sheeps; from our Saints John I was given a spear, from our Saints Seth was given I a shepherd’s hook. But as for Uther, give him this Method and Guiding Light thereof.
Then was a key that unlocketh all of the Island presented, and the Key Master was into the castle therefore so allowed. Great upon that emerald thone was Uther The Strong, and he spake not, so Son of Marduk said, King, great hast been my travels, and come I before thee and many great kings to speak visions and tidings and wisdoms. In the Home of Dagon I come, my sickly flesh wrot in the bossom of Moloch, but from the innumerable Halls of HIGH cometh mine Spirit and Light.
Then Uther The Right looked before the Old Boy and the light that came off of him only the king could seith. And that Little Wing wore on his right hand the ring of his baptist, Merlin. And he shook Uther’s hand in a special way, and Uther named his Arthur then, a Man of Might.
And Arthur the Harvester, gave upon the king an important prophecy, and said,
King, know what shall come of the Isle and men towardeth the end of the cycle. Prepare ye with those, the Powerful Gatekeepers, that mayest they continue to reign over men as Watchers and prepare the way for the end. The box of Pandora must at once be shut up before the spirit of Osiris, and list ye more than ever to the sayings of Hermes, for he shalt lead ye hereon.
The wise Fish God, Enki, announceth the End of Winter. And many art the good Grapes of Earth, but many rotten and young ones still. So take ye the knowledge of old with instructions, and move thou Westerward to stranger places; there, shall the new Temple of Solomon be built up. Wilt thou call that place New Babylon, enemy of a New Eqypt to soon come.
But of that new nation, let no foreign man or foreign king or ignorant one or unworthy one make decisions over it; that nation will be declared like a New Israel, called America, Land of Free Will. That land shall be handed generously over to the Watchers and providence wilt shine upon them at upcoming night. Let them rule it as they seith fit and guide their sheep how they seith right.
Yet, let them not forget daily of those above them who giveth them power, for they will provide so many thanksgivings.
When the chosen Passover bringeth all things to ruin of stone, the Sceptor of Destiny shall be in thine hands. But, until then, ruin will evermore come: yet not of homes or streets exactly. Thy ancient, old Brother who becometh a thorn in thy side will be for naught, in desolation, leaving ye the victor of the world.
Something like a snake of wisdom will wrap itself around all nations in those days–binding them to one another. And a New Tower of Babel with Aphrotite as its crown, will reach higher and yet higher than before and please all the gods with their angels.
This is a sentence in the Book of Knowledge concerning what is to come of that land thou shalt call America.
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