How the Meek Inherit the Earth No. 1 – The Road Ahead
Many believe that humankind is about to ascend to a higher level is a common theme; hence the Internet is abuzz with conversations about Pleiadians, Reptilians, Extraterrestrial alliances, dimensions, and densities, to name a few.
Who can say these if these things exist? Yet, what does is our fascination with them.
Some pursue them with great vigor and patience. Others find them engaging but eventually grow weary of chasing down rabbit holes and move on with fond memories – usually.
What fuels this passion? Perhaps the eternal hope of rescue compels some to embrace an expectation.
How the Meek Inherit the Earth Series
- No. 1 – The Road Ahead
- No. 2 – Save Our Species S.O.S
- No. 3 – Epiphany
Still, one could argue that these souls are blinded by their expectations — namely, to the rescuers who presently walk among us and are known to the many as the meek.
Whoa! The meek, are you serious? Get a life. (Sounds familiar, doesn’t it?)
Seriously, when it comes to looking heroic, the meek look is not suitable for recruitment posters. After all, who wants to be the proverbial hundred-pound geek on the beach, wearing swim trunks with pocket protectors? And it’s always the same old story; as he tries to blend in, an arrogant bully runs up and kicks sand in his face.
As visual imagery goes, this one falls way short of inspiring because spitting sand out of your mouth with a straight face is humiliation management and falls short of a sign-me-up appeal.
Relevant question. Why are so many able to pan this word so quickly?
Over time, the elite spin machine has carefully programmed the emotional reaction to the word meek, making it the butt of a crass joke intended for the common folk.
However, something magnificent and hopeful appears for those with the patience to look beyond these emotional stampede tactics. It is what or who the elites do not want us to see, even though they are all about us and in vast and ever-growing numbers.
Meekness Is Becoming a Global Movement
Remember the first time you heard Matthew 5:5 “Blessed are the meek: for they shall inherit the earth?”
As a young lad, I couldn’t figure out how a bunch of submissive geeks who spit sand on the beach could manage to inherit the world. I tucked it away in a TBD (to be determined) folder, where it has remained for most of my life; until now.
Words have meanings and histories. Meanings you can get from any online dictionary, but if you want the history, the etymology is what you need, and you can find it at the Online Etymology Dictionary.
When we look at the etymology of the word “meek,” we see it was first used in the late 12th century, and at that time, it meant “the virtue of humility.” Then, in the 13th century, the definition mysteriously changed to “submissive, obedient, and docile.”
Perhaps this drastic change was a morsel of unintentional collateral damage relating to a particular Friday 13th Templar-gate affair in 1307.
It could be, but then again, is that all there is? No. There is meekness or the quality of being meek, and here is where it gets interesting because this noun has a fluid past.
- Late 12c., meekness, “the virtue of humility.”
- Early 13c., “softness of temper, gentleness.”
- Mid-13c., “forbearance under injuries or provocation.”
The last variant is a good clue because it leads to another, namely, the word “forbearance” as in tolerance and restraint in the face of provocation; patience.
For the next clue, let’s examine the synonyms for forbearance. The two most popular are:
- Fortitude: Strength of mind that allows one to endure pain or adversity with courage.
- Self-control: Control over one’s emotions, desires, or actions by one’s own will.
Now let’s pull this all together.
Meekness, therefore, is about forbearance when enduring pain or adversity.
On the one hand, it is about turning the other cheek, while on the other, choosing your battles wisely.
Ergo, possessing self-control, the meek will not be provoked, nor will they submit, for winners never quit, and quitters never win. They never give up, no matter the obstacles in their way, because they have the patience and fortitude to overcome them.
Now we come to the crux of the matter. How does one recognize someone in meekness?
Recognizing the Meek
One way is to ask someone how they feel about Psalm 23:4 “Your rod and your staff, they comfort me.”
If they answer that “the rod is for beating off predators and the staff is for extraditing foolish sheep,” they will be technically correct while simultaneously sidestepping the question. The sad part is most people fall for this kind of deception each day.
That is them. What about you?
Again, the question is about feeling; therefore, a genuine answer would be, “It’s not so much about the words; it’s how I feel when I say them.”
If you have the fortitude to look beyond clever deceptions, you’re in meek country, and what will you see there? The unvaccinated; those publically chastised for refusing to participate in medical tyranny.
What makes them unique was elegantly stated in an anonymous post ‘Message to the Unvaccinated.’
MESSAGE TO THE UNVACCINATED [MEEK]
Reposted by General Flynn in August 2022“Even if I were pollinated and fully vaccinated, I would admire the unvaccinated for withstanding the greatest pressure I have ever seen, even from partners, parents, children, friends, colleagues and doctors. People who were capable of such personality, courage and critical ability are undoubtedly the best of humanity. They are everywhere, in all ages, levels of education, states and ideas. They are of a special kind; they are the soldiers that every army of light wants to have in its ranks. They are the parents that every child wants to have and the children that every parent dreams of having. They are beings above the average of their societies, they are the essence of the people who have built all cultures and conquered horizons. They are there, next to you, they look normal, but they are superheroes. They did what others could not, they were the tree that withstood the hurricane of insults, discrimination and social exclusion. And they did it because they thought they were alone, and believed they were the only ones. Banned from their families’ tables at Christmas, they never saw anything so cruel. They lost their jobs, let their careers sink, had no more money … but they didn’t care. They suffered immeasurable discrimination, denunciation, betrayal and humiliation … but they kept going. Never before in humanity has there been such a “casting”, now we know who are the best on planet Earth. Women, men, old, young, rich, poor, of all races or religions, the unvaccinated, the chosen of the invisible ark, the only ones who managed to resist when everything collapsed. That’s you, you passed an unimaginable test that many of the toughest Marines, Commandos, Green Berets, astronauts and geniuses could not withstand. You are made of the stuff of the greatest who ever lived, those heroes born among ordinary men who glow in the dark.”
Author unknown
The meek must pray an antidote to the COVID vaccines will help families come together. Likewise, they must do the necessary things, such as running for school boards, volunteering to become poll watchers, and steadfastly refusing to submit to evil.
This is precisely why the elites redefined the word meek in the 13th century from forbearance to submissive — a satanic trick for future generations, and it has failed. The meek seek through the propaganda and will never submit. On the other hand, it’s going to be a long, hard struggle.
It would be lovely if the Pleiadians beamed us directly into the eternal peace of the fifth-density of Creation without all this messiness. A free ride, and all we have to do is to be clever enough to be at the right place at the right time.
For the meek, there is no free ride.
Faith and forbearance are stronger than Pollyannaish expectations, which is why the meek tend to take matters in hand. As they say, if you want a job done right, you do it yourself.
Bottom line, meekness is an in-your-face, bottom-up, grassroots movement, and it is here to stay, so be wary of labelers spouting words such as deplorable or semi-fascist. (Curious. Is being semi-fascist the same as being a little bit pregnant?)
Never mind. Let’s light this fire.
If you are an unvaccinated semi-fascist, deplorable, or something similar, my solemn duty is to proclaim you officially meek. Furthermore, I must also inform you that you but one arrow for freedom in a vast and ever-growing quiver of arrows. That said, it’s time for a road trip.
We’ve learned much about meekness as it was defined and used in the 12th and 13th centuries. However, in the 21st century, while it remains about forbearance and humility, it also includes the evolution of our species.
Oddly, this story has two possible outcomes, and we ultimately serve a god either way. For the meek, it shall be as it always has been, God, the Creator of all things.
As to those working on culling the better part of humankind, their god is Lucifer, and so this is the ultimate battle of good vs. evil, and the winner will take all.
Nothing new here, and we talk about it all the time, so let’s focus on what most people are not talking about; The evolution of our species and how each of us chooses to evolve, or likewise devolve, through this transformative event.
What About Me?
We use expressive words to frame our discussions, such as liberty, epoch, and sociopolitical, but it seems things inevitably boil down to the same old question. What about me? Let’s take that one on.
Expressive words are valuable and necessary but can also be dry and impersonal. To form a more personal connection, we’ll use the word epoch, which refers to a remarkable or noteworthy period of history, and then combine it with a more intimate term; self-love.
With this in mind, we’ll discuss the past, present, the future of humankind using three self-love epochs:
- Survival: Love, trust, and acceptance within clans and tribes.
- Acquisition: The use of technology to control others with fear and scarcity.
- Harmony: Seeking harmony within ourselves and with all about us.
Another factor is time. When pondering current events, starting the conversation at the end of WW II is not uncommon. The problem with this brief span of history is that it is too short to be helpful. What is needed is a longer view.
Key Evolutionary Events
Instead of a perspective limited to roughly half a century, let’s take a massive step back for a more cosmic picture. A story science tells us we began million years ago when our prehistory ancestors first walked upright through the tall grasses. And yes, some find the notion insulting, but that is a debate for another stage.
For this discussion, there is a lot of time and territory to cover, so let’s focus on human developments relevant to this discussion:
- 50,000 years ago, our ancestors developed a capacity for language, and we began slowly working our way up the food chain. The epoch of survival begins.
- 30,000 years ago, the Neanderthals went extinct, leaving Homo sapiens as the only surviving Human Species. Upside, we’re the lucky one of eight, which means we have an exclusive on the planet. The downside is we’re not much higher in the food chain.
- 10,000 years ago, the Agricultural Revolution began with the domestication of plants and animals and the appearance of permanent settlements. The epoch of acquisition begins.
- 500 years ago, humanity acquired unprecedented power as the Scientific Revolution began, and this is when we first started to plant the seeds of our own destruction.
- Today, humanity has arrived at a complex transition zone between the epoch of acquisition and the coming epoch of harmony. If we fail, which we may, technology and complacency will condemn countless future generations to a continuation of the epoch of acquisition, with the added horrors of technology gone amok.
I grant you; it is easy to feel despair when we consider the present state of our world, but let it not blind us to the majesty of our history as a species. We know that a sinister madness rules the world and seeks to force us into submission or death, and it can work, but only if the greater part of humanity participates through indifference or by drinking the punch, as they say.
A dark situation indeed, and while we’re gullible, we’re not weak as a species as some would have you believe.
Think of it. We evolved from hunter-gatherers into advanced agricultural cultures. Now, through science and technology, we’ve created massive urban populations around industrial cities and towns, which are now part of a global community of international countries.
Even with that, the picture for the future remains bleak. Why? Remember those high-technology seeds humanity planted 500 years ago? They have borne bitter fruit throughout the epoch of acquisition, and the small minority that works the levers of control are mighty but not without fear.
What terrifies them is the rise of meekness, a.k.a. The Great Awakening, and it heralds the coming epoch of harmony, the proverbial age of enlightenment — one beyond the grasp of their evil seductions.
We have the numbers, and they have the technology, and this is a spiritual war of attrition. We are fighting it no differently than President Washington did during the Revolutionary War. A master of remarkable comebacks, Washington knew he could not defeat the British; therefore, his overarching mission was not to lose.
The same principle holds true today. We beat the British through a war of attrition because we were fighting in our own lands, not some distant colony thousands of miles away. This is why for evil, the only path to victory is through deception.
The elites have more than us, plus the luxury of centuries to plan their mayhem and the tools to carry it. That is, provided humanity willingly participates, and while things are changing, they’re not changing fast enough.
A Fait Accompli
The 2020 election was stolen, and even if Trump re-enters the White House before 2024, the worst has already been done.
Imagine humanity as an oil tanker in the middle of a WWII Atlantic convoy. A U-boat has launched a full salvo of torpedoes at our large lumbering vessel. The torpedoes are in the water and homing true, but only the observant can see their wakes.
A stolen election has given the elites a free hand to launch them, while most were happily clueless. Yet it is a fait accompli now, and even if the elites are swinging from the gallows when their torpedoes hit, half of humanity will still be lost.
The first torpedo has already hit. It was famine. We’re living off the 2021 harvests, so the first hit went largely unnoticed, save for the alternative media.
They reported droughts that have heavily impacted agricultural output for 2022, so the global famine will be well underway once we begin living on the 2022 harvest, which has substantial losses across the board.
The next torpedo hit will come this winter, as Globalist supply chain and energy disruptions hit home like pouring gasoline on a flame, exploding the crisis to deadly new levels. The most brutal hit will be the third world, and conservative death estimates vary from 300 million to 350 million.
In a famine, most die from malnutrition and disease, and plagues like cholera and yellow fever can sweep through a population like a wildfire, resulting in death, displacement, and chaos, all of which start wars.
However, the most sinister hit will be the worst plague in the history of humanity. The vaccine plague will bring people to the streets screaming for justice during the lean and mean days of 2023. After that, humanity will begin sinking slowly by the bow, Titanic style.
How could this be? According to ourworldindata.org, 67.9% of the world population has received at least one dose of a COVID-19 vaccine.
Consider this; there has been a consistent predictor of mortality for this eugenics plague. From the outset of the plandemic, medical experts have consistently cited laboratory mRNA test results, wherein half of all test animals die and sometimes all die.
Folks, this is take-it-to-the-bank hard evidence. The conservative estimate is that half of those who received an mRNA injection during the Biden administration will perish within five years due to vaccine injuries and death. It could be worse.
Perhaps SCOTUS decided to prove that physicians are dumber than truck drivers because, to add insult to injury, in January 2002, they narrowly upheld a health worker vaccine mandate.
What does this mean? Anyone needing health care will find rows of cars lined up at emergency room entrances, moving at the speed of sludge in winter.
If what many physicians and researchers warn comes to pass, it shall assemble like an ancient storm of famine and vaccine injuries. Many will also perish while relocating or due to wars and border disputes.
As with a torpedo salvo, the hits do not come all at once but rather as staggered jolts. But for a more descriptive metaphor of all the calamities to befall us, let’s turn to nature.
A Tsunami of Woe
Tsunamis come in seven waves, and the third one is the worst. The horrors unleashed upon the world have already begun because, as you read this, we’re well into the first wave.
The second wave will brutalize us mentally, physically, and politically as we enter winter, but not enough to overcome denial among hard-core Normies, which is sad because this cultural insanity is generational.
Where did the Matrix-style red and blue pill culture of the millennials lead? Their children are now texting a new term, “Black pill.” Resigned to a dystopian future of hopelessness and nihilism, the flower of a generation has abandoned hope for the future. So sad. So true.
It seems they instinctively sense what will come in 2023; that dreaded third wave. With this wave, things will change because the fastest way to open a closed mind is with an open casket. Perhaps they also sense what happens in 2025, after half the global population has perished.
But what if the global eugenics plan of the elites hits a snag? What next? There will always be something next, and to get an idea of what that looks like, use the following search string “bill gates solar geoengineering” to see what you get.
It will be like 536 AD, the worst year in human history after a major volcano erupted in Iceland, causing a nuclear winter.
Here is what this satanic, billionaire psychopath wants to do. To aerosolize the planet’s atmosphere and create a nuclear winter environment that will last for 12 to 18 months before we see blue skies once again. In the interim, crops will fail worldwide, causing a famine far worse.
I grant you this discussion is incredibly depressing, but we’ve only discussed manufactured disasters and droughts. That was the frying pan, now comes the fire. Brace yourself.
Cosmic Trigger Events
Nothing cuts through the fog of war like a burning fireball streaking across the night sky. Worse yet, are those carefully worded warnings about a giant asteroid that could strike our planet.
For a moment, imagine that the news is grim and odds begin working against us.
An ancient memory within our uncoded DMA is triggered, and we panic because each of us is born with memories of horrific death and suffering. Consequently, we live with an eternal fear of rocks and mountains falling from the sky.
Keep that thought in mind because more people are reporting fireball sightings than in the recorded history of humankind, and since 2013 the numbers have increased year-over-year and continue to do so. Where does this portend?
Already weakened by man-made catastrophes, we will be in poor shape to cope with a major event, such as the prophesized Wormwood impact or something similar, and the elites are banking on this.
They know those who live above ground in major cities and along coastlines will do very badly, yet most of their minions live in these regions. Ultimately, they will be treated no better than their previous fanatical counterparts in Russia and China. It’s just another purge.
However, living inland in rural areas, the meek will fare much better in this geography, plus they have the fortitude and commitment to solider on and to prepare, and prepare they shall.
By 2024, the Planet X system will become a fixture in our viewing sky. Then we will know to prepare for the final event; a planetary pole shift sometime between 2028 and 2030 due to the flyby of the Planet X System: it will be crustal, magnetic, axial, or all three if fate is unkind.
Who will survive the pole shift? Nobody above ground – this much is for certain. The meek will be among the first to understand that and what to do about it. They’ll organize families and find a safe little niche somewhere in the world where history can mostly pass them by and go to ground.
So after the Planet X system is well into the southern skies, and things begin to settle, how many will be left standing? The final count will depend on the final consequences of the 2020 election.
Elections Have Consequences
Elections have consequences, and the verdict of the stolen election of 2020, is that half of humanity was sentenced to death, principally from man-made causes. By 2025, there will be 4 billion survivors living on Planet Earth. Again, this is a fait accompli, so unless we find ways to mitigate the damage by providence and good fortune, 4 billion will die.
The remaining 4 billion survivors will be weakened and suffering a broad range of disorders; hence most will be ill-prepared for the coming cosmic trigger events to come after 2024.
Folks, here is where everyone alive today has a chance to make a real difference before the third wave hits in 2023. After that, wherever you are, when it happens is where you’re going to shelter and face what is coming. The meek are among the first to quietly and diligently prepare for this time.
Instead of corporate culture survival bunkers and hired guns, the meek will build all-hazards family communities of faith, where love, trust, and acceptance bind them spiritually as providers, life-givers, and warriors.
The point to be made here is that this is what the meek will do. Regardless of whether or not we can halt this insane global eugenics program at the ballot box, the meek will still form communities and survive.
Therefore, assuming the election day is not canceled or indefinitely delayed, we’re talking about the last chance to save billions from starvation and hopefully end the vaccine plague with practical solutions and antidotes.
What if all that resulted in halving our in-progress losses? That leaves us with 6 billion, with a possibility of seeing blue skies and tasting sweet waters once again, provided they immediately wake up and take responsibility for their lives.
On the other hand, what happens if we fail to stop the elites?
Nature’s first rule of survival for sentient species. If you’re stupid, you deserve to die.
Eventual losses would leave 500,000 alive after the Planet X flyby, but that could drop significantly again if vast swarms of weaponized AI hunter-killer drones are released. Autonomous by design, they will hunt down the unvaccinated and eradicate them with brutal efficiency.
Few of the remaining meek will survive this. The rest will become programmable humans and serve the 13th-century definition of meek. They will become submissive, with no memories of a time when men and women walked freely upon the Earth and could love and be loved.
Unless good prevails, humanity will ultimately devolve into a small minority of masters and vast armies of androgynous drones. On that cheery note, let’s get down to brass tacks.
The final disaster to befall our planet is when the meek inherit the Earth.
A Star Trek Future
For those who survive the tribulation, the mandate will be to rebuild and the recognition that if we love our species, we must colonize new Earths elsewhere in the galaxy. If you will, a glorious Star Trek future, but getting there entails a brutal and transformative process.
During this time, major out-of-body, near-death, and shared-death experiences will become commonplace and shared with others with love. In this manner, Creator shall prepare the meek to survive the coming pole shift, the hardship of all hardships.
After the pole shift happens, people will be spiritually transformed or dead. Then will come the biters, the remorseless black-eyed soulless ones. They will cause great suffering but will eventually disappear.
The ancients foretell such things with “The Great Winnowing.” As the name implies, winnowing is about separating the wheat from the chaff — a rather laconic take on what will be the most horrific time in the history of modern man.
During the pole shift, our planet will undergo massive changes, bombarding our senses with horrifying input. Up will be sideways, and down will be sideways too, during this time of complete planetary chaos.
Whatever emotion drives the soul when these events happen is amplified a hundredfold.
Ergo, suppose the emotion is negative, such as fear, anger, or loneliness. In that case, it will become so strong with amplification that people will die from fright, even those living in underground, multi-million dollar bunkers. Like old light bulbs, they will flicker and go dark as their hearts fail them.
What gives the meek the advantage is their disciplined form of self-love, which is typically anchored on four pillars; love, responsibility, trust, and acceptance. Here is where the advantage lies during the pole shift event.
Everything in the room is moving or flying, and the Earth trembles and howls with painful sounds that horrify the soul, but the meek maintain their calm through service to others. Unlike those in fear, there will be no exotic rites or rituals to appease the gods, because checklists are meaningless on the other side.
Instead, it will be simple, unconditional acts of love such as, “Children, everyone, let’s all hold hands and sing Old MacDonald Had a Farm.” That the look of fear on the children’s faces melting away as they sing with others is all the prayer or ceremony, God needs.
In these moments of unbelievable chaos, the meek will be centered and strong with the love that binds them, so the emotion driving their souls will be that of unconditional love, and it will be amplified a hundred times.
During the pole shift is when the meek inherit the Earth, which will transform and bring them closer to God than we, of pre-pole shift thinking, can begin to imagine, and yes, this is how the universe works. It’s always about the need to know.
Simply put. You’ll know what you need to know if you survive the pole shift.
Combing back to today, what is the present need to know? It is what to expect as the epoch of harmony approaches.
A Leap of Faith
Transitioning into the epoch of harmony will take courage, so imagine you are standing on the fabric of human existence as it tears, leaving a deep gap, barely wide enough to jump across.
On this side of the gap where you now stand, you are hopefully in the final days of the epoch of acquisition.
On the other side of the gap looms the epoch of harmony. Getting there requires a leap of faith, and here is the tricky part. It is so deep no light can escape it, and to fall into it can only end badly.
For the meek, the matter will be straightforward. By exploring the length of the gap, they find the best footing and leap to the other side with serene confidence.
However, those who are fearful may survive the tribulation, but once they stare down into the total blackness of the gap, many will hesitate or turn back, and here is where the meek on the other side will have a special duty.
Remaining close to the edge, they will encourage those who hesitate on the other side to find strength in the Creator’s love. “Jump to us,” they’ll shout across the gap, “and we’ll catch you.”
For those who have struggled with God, it is a moment of acceptance over fear, and they will seize this last chance for redemption by taking responsibility for their lives. Still, on the other hand, there is the old proverb, “better the devil you know than the devil you don’t,” and others will turn away.
Nonetheless, the meek will remain at the gap, encouraging those honestly seeking redemption with, “jump to us, and we’ll catch you,” until no others like them are on the other side. Then, the meek move on to create a clean slate for the future.
But the children will be a more significant concern, as they shall grow up in an awkward time of change. They’ll want to know what is ahead and why it differs from the world they’ve grown up in. They’ll know that after the tribulation passes, they will see blue skies and taste sweet water again.
They will want answers to other questions as well. Why did so many perish, and what will my life be like? For those answers, an autobiographical account by a man of wisdom offers us a helpful reference point.
A Man of Two Worlds
Chief of the Tsleil-Waututh Nation in British Columbia, Chief Dan George (1899 to 1981), was an actor, musician, poet, and author. What makes him relevant to this discussion is that he lived in two very different worlds during his life, amongst the First Nation, and among the white man. The critical point is that he was successful at living in both worlds.
There are hundreds of tribes in the Americas, and the tribe he grew up in was peaceful, which is not always the case as some tribes were brutal hunters and their warriors led simple lives. Eliminate the competition, feed the tribe, and procreate. They were brutal, if not savage, and by no means spiritual in the present sense.
Chief Dan George’s tribe was on the opposite side of the spectrum, and between them were other tribes with different agendas and lifestyles.
In this commentary written in 1972, Chief Dan George offers us a superb contrast between living in two worlds, or epochs if you will.
His account’s elements ring with the insanity of our present world and offer insights into what life could be like for those who survive the tribulation.
Suggestion. To fully appreciate the contrast, read it aloud as you would to a child. Do this, and you will not only see the difference, but you’ll also feel it as well.
Chief Dan George, Died September 23, 1981 (Age 82)
Played Lone Watie in The Outlaw Josey Wales (1976) with Clint EastwoodWritten by Chief Dan George in 1972’
In the course of my lifetime I have lived in two distinct cultures. I was born into a culture that lived in communal houses. My grandfather’s house was eighty feet long. It was called a smoke house, and it stood down by the beach along the inlet. All my grandfather’s sons and their families lived in this dwelling. Their sleeping apartments were separated by blankets made of bull rush weeds, but one open fire in the middle served the cooking needs of all.
In houses like these, throughout the tribe, people learned to live with one another; learned to respect the rights of one another. And children shared the thoughts of the adult world and found themselves surrounded by aunts and uncles and cousins who loved them and did not threaten them. My father was born in such a house and learned from infancy how to love people and be at home with them.
And beyond this acceptance of one another there was a deep respect for everything in nature that surrounded them. My father loved the earth and all its creatures. The earth was his second mother. The earth and everything it contained was a gift from See-see-am…and the way to thank this great spirit was to use his gifts with respect.
I remember, as a little boy, fishing with him up Indian River and I can still see him as the sun rose above the mountain top in the early morning…I can see him standing by the water’s edge with his arms raised above his head while he softly moaned…”Thank you, thank you.” It left a deep impression on my young mind.
And I shall never forget his disappointment when once he caught me gaffing for fish “just for the fun of it.” “My son” he said, “The Great Spirit gave you those fish to be your brothers, to feed you when you are hungry. You must respect them. You must not kill them just for the fun of it.”
This then was the culture I was born into and for some years the only one I really knew or tasted. This is why I find it hard to accept many of the things I see around me.
I see people living in smoke houses hundreds of times bigger than the one I knew. But the people in one apartment do not even know the people in the next and care less about them.
It is also difficult for me to understand the deep hate that exists among people. It is hard to understand a culture that justifies the killing of millions in past wars, and it at this very moment preparing bombs to kill even greater numbers. It is hard for me to understand a culture that spends more on wars and weapons to kill, than it does on education and welfare to help and develop.
It is hard for me to understand a culture that not only hates and fights his brothers but even attacks nature and abuses her.
I see my white brothers going about blotting out nature from his cities. I see him strip the hills bare, leaving ugly wounds on the face of mountains. I see him tearing things from the bosom of mother earth as though she were a monster, who refused to share her treasures with him. I see him throw poison in the waters, indifferent to the life he kills there; and he chokes the air with deadly fumes.
My white brother does many things well for he is more clever than my people but I wonder if he has ever really learned to love at all. Perhaps he only loves the things that are outside and beyond him. And this is, of course, not love at all, for man must love all creation or he will love none of it. Man must love fully or he will become the lowest of the animals. It is the power to love that makes him the greatest of them all…for he alone of all animals is capable of love.
Love is something you and I must have. We must have it because our spirit feeds upon it. We must have it because without it we become weak and faint. Without love our self esteem weakens. Without it our courage fails. Without love we can no longer look out confidently at the world. Instead we turn inwardly and begin to feed upon our own personalities and little by little we destroy ourselves.
You and I need the strength and joy that comes from knowing that we are loved. With it we are creative. With it we march tirelessly. With it, and with it alone, we are able to sacrifice for others.
There have been times when we all wanted so desperately to feel a reassuring hand upon us…there have been lonely times when we so wanted a strong arm around us…I cannot tell you how deeply I miss my wife’s presence when I return from a trip. Her love was my greatest joy, my strength, my greatest blessing.
I am afraid my culture has little to offer yours. But my culture did prize friendship and companionship. It did not look on privacy as a thing to be clung to, for privacy builds walls and walls promote distrust. My culture lived in a big family community, and from infancy people learned to live with others.
My culture did not prize the hoarding of private possessions, in fact, to hoard was a shameful thing to do among my people. The Indian looked on all things in nature as belonging to him and he expected to share them with others and to take only what he needed.
Everyone likes to give as well as receive. No one wishes only to receive all the time. We have taken something from your culture…I wish you had taken something from our culture…for there were some beautiful and good things in it.
Soon it will be too late to know my culture, for integration is upon us and soon we will have no values but yours. Already many of our young people have forgotten the old ways. And many have been shamed of their Indian ways by scorn and ridicule. My culture is like a wounded deer that has crawled away into the forest to bleed and die alone.
The only thing that can truly help us is genuine love. You must truly love, be patient with us and share with us. And we must love you—with a genuine love that forgives and forgets…a love that gives the terrible sufferings your culture brought ours when it swept over us like a wave crashing along a beach…with a love that forgets and lifts up its head and sees in your eyes an answering love of trust and acceptance.
This is brotherhood…anything less is not worthy of the name.
I have spoken.
Chief Dan George’s passage reminisces Proverbs 11:2. “When pride comes, then comes disgrace, but with humility comes wisdom.”
He was a wise and humble man, and his observations offer an easy way to start a conversation about life in the transition between epochs of self-love.
Summary
We, the unvaccinated, the meek, must care for our brothers and sisters who submitted to medical tyranny through a lack of faith in their Creator.
Those who say they submitted to tyranny to save their livelihood so they could support a family will pay an awful price for that choice.
Many will learn that dead parents cannot support anyone and that it’s time to read the fine print in their life insurance policies. It will be a nasty wake-up call for the proud, haughty, arrogant, and assertive.
Yet these are our brothers and sisters, and the meek will help out as best they can.
However, bear in mind that self-love is a disciplined balance of service to self and service to others.
For this reason, the meek must protect themselves first before rendering aid and refrain from helping those who have yet to take personal responsibility for their redemption. Remember, service to self-interested pleas only invites disaster. Besides, such people are the responsibility of the government.
Above all else, meekness demands patience, and we will need it in good measure as the engineered tsunami of death and a calamity of errors create despair unlike anything humanity, has ever known. Resolve to do something constructive each day in preparation for what is to come.
Yes, it is a frightening and dark journey ahead, but one in which the light of the Creator’s love will show the way to those who look for it.
The meek will embrace the light and prevail. They shall inherit the Earth and build a Star Trek future founded on self-discipline and forbearance, and future generations will live in an enlightened world. One worthy of billions lost.
