T.N.G. SIGNS
OF THE TIMES - N.M. October 3,
2005 (#149)
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The Hierarchy of Masters have been a guiding
force throughout the history of the planet. They have aligned themselves
with those leaders who seek to serve humanity rather than themselves. Much of their work has been carried out by a
certain ancient esoteric Masonic group
as well as by the larger big brother group, the Rosicrucians. It can also be noted that emissaries from
the Hierarchy appeared to at least two members of the American founding fathers
– George Washington with the visit of the “Being of Light” who guided
Washington through the war. A second
appearance occurred when another “special being” mysteriously appeared to the
Continental Congress, spoke to them, and disappeared with no one knowing who he
was. This is part of that story…
A Hierarchical Messenger Speaks to the Founding
Fathers
There
are documented accounts, that suggest that Masters of universal wisdom were in
the midst of the American Revolution, functioning to influence
certain events accordingly—to some great plan. . . .
One story was found amongst Thomas Jefferson's
personal papers along with the code identified as being an old Rosicrucian
secret code. Both in the Library of Congress now, the story is Jefferson's own
documented account of the mysterious appearance and disappearance of an unknown
man, in the session at Constitutional Hall for signing the Declaration of
Independence. The doors were securely locked and guarded after all the
delegation members were present. From
Jefferson's account, no one knew how the man entered nor how he left, and he
was gone suddenly without notice just as he had appeared. When the delegates present feared for their
lives and families', at the thought of what would become of them should the
American Revolution fail. . .
According to Thomas Jefferson's
personal account as Manly P. Hall* first introduced it himself in public
lectures:
It
was late in the afternoon before the delegates gathered their courage to the
sticking point. The talk was about
axes, scaffolds, and the gibbet, when suddenly a strong, bold voice sounded. .
.
“Gibbet! They may stretch our necks on all the gibbets in the land; they
may turn every rock into the scaffold; every tree into a gallow; every home
into a grave; and yet the words on that parchment can never die! They may pour our blood on a thousand
scaffolds, and yet from every drop that dyes the axe a new champion of freedom
will spring into birth! The British
King may blot out the stars of God from the sky, but he cannot blot out His
words written on that parchment there. The works of God may perish: His words never!
“The words of this declaration will
live in the world long after our bones are dust. To the mechanic in his workshop they will speak hope: to the slave in the mines freedom: but to the coward kings, these words will
speak in tones of warning they cannot choose but hear. . . .
“Sign that parchment! Sign, if the next moment the gibbet’s rope
is about your neck! Sign, if the next
minute this hall rings with the clash of falling axes! Sign, by all your hopes in life or death, as
men, as husbands, as fathers, brothers, sign your names to the parchment, or be
accursed forever! Sign, and not only
for yourselves, but for all ages, for that parchment will be the textbook of
freedom, the bible of the rights of man forever.
“Nay, do not start and whisper with
surprise! It is truth, your own hearts
witness it: God proclaims it. Look at this strange band of exiles and
outcasts, suddenly transformed into a people; a handful of men, weak in arms,
but mighty in God-like faith; nay, look at your recent achievements, your
Bunker Hill, your Lexington, and then tell me, if you can, that God has not
given America to be free!
“It is not given to our poor human
intellect to climb to the skies, and to pierce the Council of the Almighty One. But methinks I stand among the awful clouds
which veil the brightness of Jehovah’s throne.
“Methinks I see the recording Angel
come trembling up to that throne and speak his dread message.
‘Father, the old world is baptized in
blood. Father, look with one glance of Thine eternal eye, and behold ever more
that terrible sight, man trodden beneath the oppressor’s feet, nations lost in
blood, murder, and superstition, walking hand in hand over the graves of the
victims, and not a single voice of hope to man!’
“He
stands there, the Angel, trembling with the record of human guilt. But hark!
The voice of God speaks from out of the awful cloud:
‘Let
there be light again! Tell my people,
the poor and oppressed, to go out from the old world, from oppression and
blood, and build My altar in the new.’
“As
I live, my friends, I believe that to be His voice! Yes, were my soul trembling
on the verge of eternity, were this hand freezing in death, were this voice
choking in the last struggle, I would still, with the last impulse of that
soul, with the last wave of that hand, with the last gasp of that voice,
implore you to remember this truth—God has given America to be free!
“Yes,
as I sank into the gloomy shadows of the grave, with my last faint whisper I
would beg you to sign that parchment for the sake of those millions whose very
breath is now hushed in intense expectation as they look up to you for the
awful words: ‘You are free.’”
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*
The original document by Thomas Jefferson is in the Library of Congress. President Ronald Reagan delivered this
speech in quotation personally in 1974 and 1981. The story was also included in
Manly P. Hall's lecture at Carnegie Hall, and subsequent book, The Secret
Destiny of America (1942, 1958 resp.). In the same book, Hall presents another
story documented in the files most likely of former Theosophist leader Jiddu
Krishnamurti, of how the American flag
came to be designed.
From: BACON'S
"SECRET SOCIETY"—THE EPHRATA CONNECTION
Rosicrucianism in Early
America
by
Linda S. Schrigner, et al