Tribute to America

Ah America, what is in the name, and why does it cause so much stress to those who live outside of the Americas? When they hear the name "America," they cringe, as if they have been touched by some evil and a poison that is out to destroy them and the world. What is it they are afraid of when they hear thy name and they are asked to pray for you? What is in these words of prayer that causes such conflict?
 
"America was created to give true Americans a platform for spreading spiritual freedom to the entire world."
 
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"Archangel Michael, protect those who choose life, so they can manifest the Christ consciousness and become the open doors for bringing God’s kingdom to America."
 
Ah, America, how we love you! And oh, how America is hated, and such hate fomented by the darkness that it shadows your name, America, and hides the true beauty within. What does the world see in the "America," and why the hatred? What have you done, oh America, to stir that hatred in the hearts of those who are living apart from the land that carries your name? What have they done to you, oh America, to tear your name down and throw it in the dirt and stomp on it, as if it was a most vile and ugly thing.

Oh, America, I love you! What is it they hate about you, Oh America? Why do they turn against themselves and what you represent, oh America? Why cannot they see that America is not what is destroying the sovereigntry around the world?
 
And America, what is in thy name, that stirs up the fires of anger and jealousy, and the terrible hatred that your name is bandied about in chanting in words of death to you?
 
I see you America, every time I look into the flag that is raised in your name. I see you at your birth, fighting hard to get your breath and continue to breathe life, while the guns are exploding around you. The heavy smoke fills the air, and one can barely breathe. There is death, death everywhere, as those wounded in the battle take their last breath. Will you survive America? You have barely begun to live, and already there are those trying to destroy you.

Slowly, but surely, I see the smoke dissipates and the Sun starts to shine through, and I see you, America, I see you in the flag waving in the gentle breeze, torn and tattered,* but like a child who has fallen off his bike and scraped his knees, he gets back on that bike and pedals off, becoming stronger every turn of the wheel. And I saw you, America, you got back up and you rose out of those ashes of the painful separation from those who would split you asunder, dividing you into pieces as if you could be torn apart and bought and sold.

I saw you for who you are and what you are made of. I saw you as freedom, as liberty to Be. I saw you as potential and a Cosmic Grace and then I saw what your name really meant—"I AM" race. What beauty AMerIca, that hid in your name is my name too! What joy, to know that I AM in you and you are in me! I see you America, in so many faces now. I see you in the South Americans, I see you in the Russians, I see you in the Europeans, I see you in the Australians, I see you in so many people that haven't even touched your soil.
 
And I see why you are so important. You represent the few, the persecuted, the homeless, the tired, the poor. All who carry your name in their hearts and look to your birth as an opportunity, a hope, a place where others can Be. They look to you to pave the way, in the hope that one day they too, may have an opportunity to Be without the oppression and the fear and the suffering.
 
What is in thy name? I AM is in your name! And I know that I AM is where I want to Be. Where I need to Be. And so I will support you and love you, and pray for your protection, and you so need that protection. Within your borders is such darkness, that one can scarcely see your flag unfurled. One can barely see the torch held high to light the way to I AM. And this darkness has spread way beyond your borders, it covers the whole earth.

So many think they are free in your name, and they are not. They have misused you and your liberty, America. They have laughed at you, while inside your borders they have scorned your name and spread lies and rumors about you. They have taken your name out of their schools and their churches and their laws of the land. You can scarcely find a place where you are honored–and your name–on your own soil.
 
Oh how the tears fall, as I witness the treatment of you. The honor that you bring is trampled upon. It is used to trick others and then you are blamed. The liberty you bring is used to feed more darkness and selfishness. There seems to be a darkness that is upon you, controlling you and is out to destroy you in your name.
 
But ah, as I look off to the horizon, I can see a bright light appearing, a Sun, and it carries your name I AM, and more! As it carries your name I AM and more, as I look around me, I see that it lights up I AM in all the other sons and daughters with the same name! Written upon their hearts are golden letters "I AM" and as the Light of the Sun blazes upon their hearts, I see I AM THAT I AM!

Like those awakened from their sleep, I see these hearts lighting up as you rise higher and higher, first one, then two, then four hearts awakened, and then I see that the Sun within your land is lighting up all the other hearts of I AM around the world. As as they awaken to I AM, they rise up from their sleep, their death beds. And as a web of light is formed, like an antahkarana of light, each I AM heart, as it catches on fire and blazes forth the name I AM THAT I AM, it too, looks like a miniature sun and catches others hearts around them on fire with the words I AM.
 
America! I see you are not limited by your borders, you are everywhere in the hearts of those who have I AM THAT I AM written in their hearts! I see that we are all one in I AM! We are not limited by the darkness within your borders, America, we are free to BE! Thank you America, for never letting down your will to Be, through the darkest hour, through your persecution, through your losses, there you stood, upholding that torch, even though at times it look to be just a flicker of light that could be seen from your lamp that you held so high.
 
Oh, America, how I adore thee, and all that you are in the "I AM" race. May you be blessed and all that you are in all that I will Be that I AM, and that those who are one with you, wherever they be around the world, will know you as I AM.

*During the War of 1812, the British attacked Fort McHenry in Baltimore, Maryland on September 13, 1814. After witnessing the bombardment by British ships in the Chesapeake Bay, poet-lawyer Francis Scott Key was inspired to write the poem which was to become the national anthem of the United States, "The Star-Spangled Banner." The poem was written to match the meter of the English song, "To Anacreon in Heaven."

The Star-Spangled Banner

Oh, say can you see, by the dawn's early light,
What so proudly we hailed at the twilight's last gleaming?
Whose broad stripes and bright stars, through the perilous fight,
O'er the ramparts we watched, were so gallantly streaming?
And the rockets' red glare, the bombs bursting in air,
Gave proof through the night that our flag was still there.

O say, does that star-spangled banner yet wave
O'er the land of the free and the home of the brave?
On the shore, dimly seen through the mists of the deep,
Where the foe's haughty host in dread silence reposes,
What is that which the breeze, o'er the towering steep,
As it fitfully blows, half conceals, half discloses?

Now it catches the gleam of the morning's first beam,
In full glory reflected now shines on the stream:
'Tis the star-spangled banner! O long may it wave
O'er the land of the free and the home of the brave.

And where is that band who so vauntingly swore
That the havoc of war and the battle's confusion
A home and a country should leave us no more?
Their blood has wiped out their foul footstep's pollution.
No refuge could save the hireling and slave
From the terror of flight, or the gloom of the grave:
And the star-spangled banner in triumph doth wave
O'er the land of the free and the home of the brave.

Oh! thus be it ever, when freemen shall stand
Between their loved homes and the war's desolation!
Blest with victory and peace, may the heaven-rescued land
Praise the Power that hath made and preserved us a nation.
Then conquer we must, when our cause it is just,
And this be our motto: "In God is our trust."
And the star-spangled banner in triumph shall wave
O'er the land of the free and the home of the brave!

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