Saturday, March 10, 2018

Thomas Paine: a patriot both betrayed and venerated By Ken La Rive




                                         Thomas Payne

Thomas Paine: a patriot both betrayed and venerated
                                                          By Ken La Rive

I present to you here one of the most amazing patriots associated with our American revolution. He was considered in his time to be a Democrat, but if he were alive today, his thoughts would be considered Moderate Republican. Indeed, a liberal of the JFK era would be hard put to understand the concepts of Progressive Marxism, that has gained such power in America, and without a doubt would have pushed back on it with everything he had.

Many historians considered him an atheist, but some of his most profound quotes say otherwise. He was a man of ideals, of a high moral fiber, and influenced American unity that students of truth can not deny.

"Reputation is what men and women think of us; character is what God and angels know of us."- Thomas Paine



He saw the real dangers associated with both Secularism, and the overt dominating power of Church and State, and he understood first hand the primary reason a lot of our ancestors fled their original homeland. But beyond that, Paine broadly saw the real need for a unified moral and ethical code.

Back then both parties stood for the working man, family principles, morals and ethical values based primarily on Christian principles. The business of Capitalism, with free and balanced trade that most Republicans of today hold dear, and fight for, was common for all of the many sects of Christianity of those times, and so that religion would not get in the way of progress, they decided to call themselves Deists.  Strange, but it seems from my readings of original text and letters that it is quite evident, on a social level, that the two party’s ideals were a lot closer in reasoning than they are today. Fundamental, all-encompassing and inclusive Christian values, so evident in our early American society were set in place by their own hand, from our laws, our Constitution, and the balance of power as found in our Democratic Republic.

The far left today advocate what can’t be denied as Socialism, but deep within the folds the underpinning of Marxist Communism, their ultimate goal. What stand in their way is our Constitution, and the fortitude of a small select few who can be named Patriots. Only by this united front can Tyranny be arrested, and held at bay. Constant diligence, with each and every generation, will a reflective armor be maintained.

Just looking at the span of our last fifty years can we witness the veritable war that is raging from the Secular Progressive movement grappling for the minds, hearts, and the veritable souls of the American Standard our forefathers bled and died to give us.  In essence, Socialism is the taking from the working class and giving to the non-working class, for the good of the whole. It did not work for Communist Russia, and it will not work for us. Our legal system has metabolized by Progressive Lawyers to be a veritable swiss-cheese of loopholes, blind and subjectively obtuse, we have gathered many societal problems, moral and ethical equivalents, never found in a healthy and vibrant society, and these inclusions are confounding and dismantling us from the inside out, just as designed. We are succumbing to the destruction of moral fiber, the blurring of the sexes, debt slavery, family disillusionment, the disconnect of love, honor, justice, honesty,  respect, responsibility, duty and obligation, commitment, and hundreds more... all nails that make us strong and united.  Break these bonds, and your culture,  your history,  your future, no longer belongs to you...  DO YOU UNDERSTAND THIS?

We must, for the survival of our very ideals, take pause and reflect on what labels we call ourselves. Never have the two parties been so divided, and never have the American citizen been as confused as to what party they associate with. We owe it to ourselves and the good of our country to look closely at what we are facing, and come together for a common cause. I see, at this time, that Donald Trump is heading America, finally, in that direction. So what were we? What have we lost?

 
Let’s let Thomas Paine reintroduce to us to what we once were…

"Every science has for its basis a system of principles as fixed and unalterable as those by which the universe is regulated and governed. Man cannot make principles; he can only discover them." -Thomas Paine

The works of Thomas Paine was kept alive a hundred years ago by a controversial writer, Bertrand Russell. In his essays, he once again gave life to Paine, his writings, and his amazingly adventurous life. The essence of what I have written here is a reflection of that work.

In his time he was sought to be executed by both Pitt and Robespierre, and Washington himself, in Paine’s hour of need, did nothing to help, actually disassociating himself with him. It is said that both Pitt and Washington hated him because he was a democrat, but it was a lot more complicated than that. In my opinion, the power struggle in a brand new nation was huge, and the search for a road that many differences could travel together was an enormous challenge. Many voices were raised, some in praise, some in critique, and some in protest. Paine found himself constantly teetering on the wobbly fence of the times, and that was a razor's edge.

With a letter of introduction from Ben Franklin he came to America and soon became editor of a journal. Paine preached democracy. A prolific writer, his first grand attempt, in 1775, was a very forceful article against slavery. It is said that because of his writings Jefferson inserted a draft into the Declaration of Independence, which was subsequently cut out. At that time slavery was still in existence in Pennsylvania, and not abolished for another five years. It is also said that Paine wrote the Preamble for that Act.

Paine was one, if not the first, to advocate full division from England. Some of those who actually signed The Declaration of Independence thought concessions with Britain could still be made. In 1775 Paine wrote: “I hesitate not for a moment to believe that the Almighty will finally separate America from Britain. Call it Independency or what you will, if it is the cause of God and humanity it will go on. And when the Almighty shall have blest us, and made us a people dependent only upon him, then may our first gratitude be shown by an act of continental legislation, which shall put a stop to the importation of Negroes for sale, soften fate of those already here, and in time procure their freedom.”*Note here his reference to Almighty God.

Paine took up the cause of American Liberty, publishing stirring manifestos under the label of “Common Sense.” It was a great success, and helped to win the war, as his style of writing brought these powerful ideals to the common man, the everyday worker. As the towns of Falmouth and Norfolk still smoldered by a British torch, Washington wrote to a friend in January 1776: “A few more of such flaming arguments as were exhibited at Falmouth and Norfolk, added to the sound doctrine an unanswerable reasoning contained in the pamphlet Common Sense, will not leave numbers at a loss to decide upon the propriety of separation.”

In our earliest dark days of the Revolution Paine wrote a string of pamphlets called “The Crisis” that circulated heavily, and brought hope to those fighting, and on the home front. “These are the times that try men’s souls. The summer soldier and the sunshine patriot will, in this crisis, shrink from the service of their country, but he that stands it now deserves the love and thanks of man and woman.”

For a time, Paine became the most popular writer in America, and Washington actually read “The Crisis” to his troops.  Any paper or publication would have paid him great sums for his work, but he gave it all for free. Praise may well have been enough, but more likely he felt his work’s impact to be of a higher order, as Washington wrote to him: “…living sense of the importance of your works.”

At the end of the War of Independence, Paine’s penniless standing was recognized, and one state legislature voted him a sum of money, and another an estate, so that he could live in comfort. His mind was of a restless and creative type however, and to him leisure comforts brought on a lethargic domineer. With the same energy and insight he gave to politics, he now gave to engineering, and developed models of his ideas for using iron to build bridges. This brought him to England where he was well received by Burke, the Duke of Portland, and other distinguished Whigs. He set up his large model in Paddington, and engineers came from all around to see his creative concepts. From there he went to France at the same time the Bastille fell and Paine was stirred by the opportunity for freedom these sweeping changes brought.  Lafayette gave the key of Bastille prison to Paine to give to Washington, but Payne wrote Washington that he would have to send it by another carrier, as his business in France was not yet complete. In his long letter to Washington he excitedly stated what he saw in France: “The early trophy of the spoils of despotism, and the first ripe fruits of American principles transplanted in Europe.”

What better place for Paine than a revolution, and while he gave attention to his bridge; he wrote what cemented him as a Democrat of the time, “The Rights of Man.” This individual work was blasted by anti-Jacobin opposition to be radically subversive, and yet is read today as mild and to the point. The main positions, however, are complicated but for the well educated of the times, i.e., contemporary political thought, and French history. In essence, he wrote in two parts, published in 1791 and 1792, and his friend Burke agreed …that the revolution of 1688 bound Britten forever to the sovereigns appointed by the Act of Settlement. (Type in ACT OF SETTLEMENT in Google.) This idea was plausible, and showed that it was impossible to hold posterity enslaved, and that constitutions must be designed by ratification to change with the times presented. Clearly written, his ideas were pure genius, and needed for the times. He said that governments “…may all be comprehended under three heads. First, superstition. Secondly, power. Thirdly, the common interest of society and the common rights of man... The first was a government of priestcraft, the second of conquerors, the third of reason.”

Now his time from fleeing England to France is very complicated and very exciting. I suggest an essay of about twenty pages from Bertrand Russell called “The Fate of Thomas Paine,” published in 1935, where a true precise rendering of Paine and his life is drawn. Russell identified with Paine, as both men were persecuted for their thoughts, mostly about religion, and other ideas thought radical for the times.

Paine was imprisoned and narrowly escaped the guillotine in France. An American Federalist minister, Governor Morris, sided with England against France. At the same time, Washington was secretly promoting Jay’s treaty with England, and didn’t come to Paine’s aid. Payne escaped only by a slim chance. Though Paine didn’t know that Morris did him far more harm, when Payne found out that a statue of Washington was commissioned after his death, he wrote the sculpture’s artist:

Take from the mine the coldest, the hardest of stone,
It needs no fashion: it is Washington.
But if you chisel, let the stroke be rude,
And on his heart engrave-Ingratitude.

This letter to Washington, written in 1796 shows the anger and bitterness that remained with Paine to his death: “And to you, Sir, treacherous in private friendship (for you have done to me, and that in the day of danger) and a hypocrite in public life, the world will be puzzled to decide whether you are an apostate or an imposter; whether you have abandoned good principles, or whether you ever had any”

Just before his eminent arrest in France, Paine set out to write another work, entirely different from politics and Engineering, “The Age of Reason.” This composition got the attention of a faction of humanity who had previously been neutral, the Church. In this, Paine critiques the Old Testament from a moralistic point of view. Probably this, above all that Paine had done, got the attention of Russell, who throughout his life is known as an Atheist. Today, however, few clergy would disagree. He starts off chapter one with: “I believe in one God, and no more: and I hope for happiness beyond this life. I believe in the equality of man, and I believe that religious duties consist in doing justice, loving mercy, and endeavoring to make our fellow creatures happy.” Seems tame and true, but the clerics of that day took grave offense for putting the Israelites in a bad light.                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                
According to Russell, Paine was consistent with these ideas to the day he died. His words inspired and influenced the American Revolution by instilling a cohesive process of thought easily understood by the masses. He was shunned by his former friends and patriots when he finally returned to America, from fleeing France and a long illness. His voting privileges were taken away three years before his death, on the grounds of being a foreigner. Accused of “immorality and intemperance” he spent his few remaining years alone and in poverty...  But then, finally, it is the men that he has inspired who pick up his clear ideas today. His self sacrifice went unrewarded in his time, but today his writings are seen for what they are, pure insight. Even his most controversial writing “The Age of Reason” might not lift an eyebrow of a Cardinal today.

Russell wrote: “…to this day his fame is less than what it would have been if his character had been less generous. Some worldly wisdom is required even to secure praise for the lack of it”

It is said that few people attended Paine’s funeral in 1809, and that Clergy invaded his room trying to convert him. He said, “Let me alone: good morning!” Interesting footnote was a man named Cobbett who was imprisoned along with his wife for illegality publishing Paine’s work. Cobbett is the one responsible for bringing Paine’s bones back to England, where he was more kindly thought of, but finally did not give them up. They remained in his effects until 1836, and passed through many until a Unitarian Minister by the name of Rev. R. Ainslie in 1854. came into the picture. He confided with a friend that he had the skull and right hand of Thomas Paine. Though he further evaded all inquiries after that, Thomas Paine’s bones were never seen again.


Abortion, procedure of the damned… By: Ken La Rive




                                        How much is a moment of life worth? It is priceless!

Abortion, procedure of the damned… By: Ken La Rive

According to the World Health Organization (WHO), every year in the world there are an estimated 40-50 million abortions. This corresponds to approximately 125,000 abortions per day. In the USA, where nearly half of pregnancies are unintended and four in 10 of these are terminated by abortion [1], there are over 3,000 abortions per day.


It might surprise some, but The Jesuits taught me that it is ludicrous to argue weather abortion is a life or not a life. The fact is that none of us know for certain where to draw the line. A responsible and loving person would not take action if this line wasn’t clearly defined, so this idea makes abortion, for selfish concerns, absolutely morally wrong.

 I speak to you here of death, innocent death... I write not only of what is being done now, right this moment, but of the wasted potential in its twisted process called abortion. I speak to you of the unspeakable, the intentional murder of children, and the potential for life, by the hands of butchers. Most Abortionists exist because our society is weak and Godless, myopic and self serving, and reading on will show fully its profound horror…

First, lets look at the tools...





There are many forms of abortions performed here in America, and though it is the most discussed and morally debated act of the century, it is still being carried out. I can’t deny the possibility that in some cases an abortion may be needed, but the greatest part is not for saving the life of the mother, but done on demand, as a form of birth control. To me, of all of the disgusting and unjust happenings of our world, this takes the cake hands down. So let us walk down this road together…

There is what is called The Menstrual extraction, where a hollow tube with a sharp tip is connected to a powerful pump, said to be 29 times more powerful than a conventional vacuum cleaner. With a small opening and a strong suction it actually tears the body to pieces. The placenta is cut up and sucked out too, filling a special receptacle designed for this operation.

 

A D& C, also known as Dilation and Curettage, can be used in the first 10 weeks of pregnancy. It is used in most cases in place of the saline and chemical solutions that have mistakenly led to the horror of live births, where children were blinded, chemically burned, with irreversible trauma. An instrument that looks like a pair of pliers is used to crush the “baby’s” bones, skull, and backbone. Inserted, the doctor will seize a part of the baby’s body, and twist off an arm, or leg, over and over until the entire body is extracted. There is a nurse present whose job it is to reassemble this tiny body, to insure that no parts were left inside. (Note* I use the word baby in this paragraph to emphasize that the definition of a baby is one dependent on a mother, before and after birth.)


The Hysterectomy Abortion is a procedure where the mother’s abdomen is surgically opened and the baby lifted out. Sometimes these babies are still alive, and will be smothered in a variety of ways, from being covered with the placenta, to being immersed in a bucket of water. One procedure is to cut the cord while the baby is still inside, and doing the operation after the heart stops.

Salt Poisoning, (candy apple babies), is most used in the first trimester of pregnancy. An abortionist will inject a strong saline solution into the anomic sac. After this injection, the fetus can be viewed on a monitor. Breathing and swallowing this saline poisons the baby. It can be seen struggling, and convulsing before death. Why the term “Candy Apple”? Well, after delivery, in a day or two, the baby’s head sometimes looks like a Candy Apple. The salt is so corrosive that it actually burns the skin off, displaying the subcutaneous layer underneath. This method was originally perfected in Nazi concentration camps. Some babies have survived this procedure, look them up, …Gianna Jesson and Becca.

There are two other forms of abortion to look up, the Prostaglandin, and RU-486, that I don’t have room for here, but they show the many ways we find to kill as most imaginative.

The most horrendous of all is the procedure called D&X or The Partial Birth abortion. It makes all the others look somewhat mild in comparison. It is used from early to advanced pregnancies, and so, on babies who could most probably have otherwise survived on their own. Here is a verbatim account of the procedure as given by “Abortion TV, …tune in the truth.”:

“The cervix is dilated to allow passage of a ring forceps. A foot or lower leg is located and pulled into the vagina. The baby is extracted in breech fashion until the head is just inside the cervix. The baby’s legs hang outside of the woman’s body. With the baby face-down, scissors are plunged into the baby’s head at the nape of the neck and spread open to enlarge the wound. A suction tip is inserted and the baby’s brain is removed. The skull collapses and the baby is delivered.”

Partial birth abortion is not found in medical textbooks. Here we have a doctor who has taken the oath to heal, and yet killing in a manor not accepted in medical practice! It is a procedure that no ethical doctor would perform, and no civilized society should tolerate.

In no way is it considered an emergency procedure, but premeditated.  It can take up to three days for the woman to dilate, and there is serious danger for infection, hemorrhaging, scarring, and the possibility of complicating future pregnancy too. 

 I ask you, what mother would let her child die so that she might live?

Information above was secured from the Kansas City Star. The Washington Times is stated below, January 14, 2003:

“An estimated 2,200 dilation and extraction, or partial-birth abortions were conducted in 2000, said researches with the pro-abortion Alen Guttmacher Institute, who surveyed all known U.S. abortion facilities during the last few years. In 1996, institute researchers estimated that there had been 650 partial-birth abortions, which are performed on unborn children older than 20 weeks.

The 2,200 partial-birth abortions account for 0.17 percent of abortions, said institute researchers Lawrence Finer and Stanley Henshaw. Moreover, the 2,200 figure “should be interpreted cautiously because projections based on such small numbers are subject to error.” They wrote.”

The Partial-Birth Abortion Ban Act of 2003 (Pub.L. 108–105, 117 Stat. 1201, enacted November 5, 2003, 18 U.S.C. § 1531, PBA Ban) is a United States law prohibiting a form of late termination of pregnancy called "partial-birth abortion," referred to in medical literature by as intact dilation and extraction.

Partial-Birth Abortion Ban Act - Wikipedia

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Partial-Birth_Abortion_Ban_Act

Question this: Is there money to be made from these little bodies?

 40 to 50 million abortions are performed on our beautiful Earth, every year.  Can this loss be calculated?

Author's Note:
There are many religions I have personally tried to understand, from the Old Testament of wrath, fear, and vengeance, the New Testament of Love and Jesus the Christ, The Koran of the Desert Warrior, The Rig Vita, and the remnants of Zoroastrianism,  but one thing they all had in common, was the sanctity of innocent life... Though men have used them all to justify death, statistics show that no person of any faith would have an abortion, no matter what they called themselves. I have seen grown Muslim men cry at the thought of it, as we discussed morality and ethics deep into the night... 

It is shown that this procedure comes from the left, and that most all who do it, here in America, are black. Years ago I wrote a piece about abortion published in the BI Moody papers, and a very distraught white woman told me at a party that she had had two when she was in her early twenties, and regretted it. I remember her using the F word in front of my grandson, drove legally drunk, and blew her cigarette smoke across the pool without regard. I know a lawyer who talked his young daughter into having one, and he, to this day seeming feels no remorse. To me, he is responsible for that life, and I wonder if he sees it in his mind's eye playing with his three other grand kids. If there is an after life... an accountability for what we have done on this amazing gift called earth... what would the maker of all things say? I ask you, what is an hour of life worth? One hour breathing a fresh morning breeze, having the sun or even rain on your face, hearing a bird or the laughter of children, or to hug someone you love... everything you own in the world. What is eighty years worth? It is a loss beyond comprehension...

Life, is so precious, that if you are wrong in a wreck and a fetus dies, you are brought up for manslaughter... and yet, it is also legal to end it with one of any various tools found above, and our Progressive, Satanic Government, wants loving people to pay for it. Sure, there are circumstances where it may be justified, rape, cancer and radiation, but even there a loving woman will choose the life of her child over her own. As a man of sixty nine, I was taught to defend any woman and child with my life, and the Progressive left is trying to destroy that sentiment, and make right wrong.  My God, the horror of it all... what have we become? Three thousand abortions here in America, every single day... Indeed, it is hard to fathom. 

I write this with the hope of changing one mind, saving one life.  
 
There was some talk of a recent essay of mine describing a beheading in Saudi Arabia of a convicted murderer. Some said it was a barbarous act of a barbarous Muslim society. We throw stones, but are we any better? We electrocute our murderers, and give them lethal injections...We are so “holier than thou.” So egotistical, so judgemental. A culture should be considered civilized by the empathy, love, the compassion we have for our fellow man, and the protection we have for innocence. On the other hand, a culture who takes a strong hand against evil is for the common good. and so we must ask ourselves: Who the hell are we?
 …I wonder, as we ask for God's mercy.

Thursday, March 1, 2018

The wobble of humanity in his unrelenting quest to understand...





The wobble of humanity in his unrelenting quest to understand...

First the wobble, and then we stand...

Every person who has ever lived on this earth has tried in their own way to understand their place in it. Before children can use language effectively, they are already questioning the world, and formulating realities that will last a lifetime. It is what we are, as human beings. 

Newborn infants have an ability to be amazed by life’s beauty, diversity, and grandeur, with hardwired enthusiasm that cannot be denied. It is amazing to watch children explore their world, marveling at the golden stripes of crystalline glitter on a rock they hold to the sun, or the magic we seemingly have forgotten as they dance laughingly in sprinkler rainbows. With an empty baby bottle in one hand, they will lay back on cool spring clover, pointing to cloud shapes with the other. It seems a profound concept to consider that at no other time in their lives, will they be more at one with the natural world, though they know little or nothing about it consciously. This thought is what I will attempt to formulate below... let us light a candle...

A child will hold a glass prism to a single ray of sunlight peaking through the drapes, and giggle at the rainbows flashing on the walls, spellbound, fascinated, mesmerized, by something we have put away in our adult mind to be simple and mundane. They see life anew, and are astonished by its diversity, convolution and splendor, and both the yellow dust of a flower's pollen, and the shimmer and sparkle of  butterfly dust on our fingertips, stirs something deep inside of them.  These stirrings are long forgotten as we grew to take on the many various forms of responsibility we are taught. Indeed, men have a duality, something so powerful, a gift so profound it can hardly be recognized, and yet, so taken for granted... we have in us both a spirit, and a consciousness... and try from the very beginning of our lives, from the first time we ever opened our eyes... to balance the two... And know this: What we are as adults, was put there at mother's knee... and so very hard to undo. All of life, each and every reality, is a learned attitude.


                                     Maddy


Shooting Stars in our eyes...

When we are young, before our perception was instilled by our mostly well-meaning teachers, good and bad melted together, and both Christmas angels and shooting stars were captured in the corner of our eyes, unassigned and categorized. And yet, in retrospect, we realize as we age just how little of this life we truly have come to understand, as it vibrates and pulsates around us.

Learning is, in and of itself, primarily a self-realization, and it may be in the mere trying where both solace and comprehension lie. It is our very nature to learn, and to travel this world in search of answers, but it is that primary particle of a child's wonder... his open mind needing to be filled, that stimulates the volition we will carry as adults' to the last moment of our lives. 

Empathy for our ancestors...

Early men lived in a dark, dangerous, and bewildering world. When the sun set, there was only the moon and stars, and perhaps, a tiny flickering firelight. Even this fire wasn’t a pure comfort to him, and though it gave him warmth and light, it also distorted shadows and shapes in its flickering. His imagination flickered too, as his eyes strained to pierce the sharp edges of the deep gloom of night. These early men longed for the light of day, and its return was a celebration.

It was a long and winding trek in his attempt to temper imagination with conscious understanding, and finally found it not only to be the very key to his survival in a competitive world, but opened up the idea that he had value... and that concept was so profound, he could not believe that life, his life, could ever end... His world glowed as he tried to figure it out, and his mind was transformed with a light he put there. 

That primeval glimmer stirred his psyche, and nurtured, increment by increment in the helical pain and confusion of his life... and it finally melded into a reason for being. It became the greatest survival tactic this world has ever seen, and spurred him into newfound quests with fresh tools, a concept formulated with the amalgamation of consciousness and spirit. He named them faith and hope! And it was there, in the loss... in the suffering and pain, that he found Love. It was there that he learned to both laugh and cry...

 
The marks he made in his pursuit for knowledge are still visible today. High atop mountains he etched patterns under ledges of rock pierced by a single ray of sunlight. He measured this beam as it traveled through the day and into the changing seasons, and he etched the patterns it made on the stationary rocks below. From there, he held burning embers and clay lamps as he traveled deep into caves, drawing pictures of the world of day, and his newfound dreams.

The night sky glowed in a glory unhampered by modern electric lights, holding his fascination long into the night. Eyes upward, wrapped to the cool night winds, human faces would shine from the firmament glow, where stars hung like pendulums of glass just beyond reach. He wanted to touch them, and he did that with his mind. 

Some saw the sky with the glazed look of bewilderment, and still do today, but a few, a precious few, as years progressed, realized that there was a redundancy to the seasons, and the glittering dots of light that moved across the heavens were the maps to future events. Predictions of the next occurrence gave that person a special instrument, a knowledge that other men had not observed. Forecasting them gave him an unrivaled power, and he passed that knowledge down to his family, his fraternal sect. And as civilization progressed, mystery and magic became tools for a new societal elite, where religion and 
government became one.

Now, with the sun, moon, planets and stars as template, the knowledge taken from these observations could be transferred from one generation to another. Longer annotations beyond our life span could be predicted, like a comet’s return, or a solar eclipse. Early primitive religions governments found these predictions to be useful, as a naturally reoccurring phenomenon could accent a religious dance, or worship service, instilling credibility not only for their invented supernatural gods, but for the priest who was their self made mediator.

                              
These new Astronomer/Astrologer priests were found all around the world, and though historians think that they observed the heavens quite independently from each other, all were poised to make an astounding discovery almost at the same time. This amazing paradox would go unnoticed in the casual observer’s lifetime, but longer observations, possibly for many thousands of years, and a phenomenon called The Procession of the Equinox was finally found. To his amazement, he saw that the point of reference he was using to mark time was not finite, but somehow moving along the sky's axis! His great grandfather’s observation had moved, slowly and almost inperceptually slipping past his line of sight!

To understand this we must start near the beginning, when one year was divided into four, and the seasonal Equinox and Solstice was used to predict the time to plant and harvest. Men found that the heavens moved across the sky in a predictable manor, and measuring its shadow or the number of days between each section could predict the seasons. And so, the first calendar was found...

Sounds so simple today, but it was quite a psychological leap for early man. He was able to actually tie in the external world into his own life, and this semblance of order must have given him, the astrologer, a great comfort.

Just before the eastern sunrise each year, on a particular chosen night, observers would mark the view of sky by the stars on the horizon. This was done mostly in December, where the New Year was brought in. An observer would sit in the exact same position and gaze at the eastern horizon set between two objects, just before dawn. These objects could be man-made, like the stones of Stonehenge, the pyramids, or natural mountains. These amazing star- gazers found that an unexplained wobble made the stars shift ever so slightly every year, and with time they would move completely out of their line of sight. So slight was this wobble that it took 24,000 years to go a full 360 degrees, and yet these men found it!

An illustration of this is simple. A top is spinning, just like the earth, with the point of reference being the poles. The top, just as the earth, always has a slight wobble, so that if a person was observing the heavens, marking them, measuring them, this wobble would finally be evident. What makes it difficult is the time element!

After this revelation, the more advanced observers began to divide the sky into sections. Our Zodiac has twelve sections, or houses, but some civilizations, like the Chinese, have more. Each section of sky has inside a star cluster constellation representing some religious metaphor, or possibly a symbolic representation of that society itself. Ancient European observers have us traveling from the sign of Pisces, the fish, to the Age of Aquarius, the lady with the water jug, at this time, and each one of these star clusters took about 2000 years to move past that observable arc. Now this may seem a simple concept today, but remember that just a few hundred years ago it was understood that the earth was flat. Back then most thought the wobble was caused by a glob of dirt, where we actually lived, found on the back of a great turtle making its way through the stars. The wobble was his steps. Others observed that we were the exact center of the universe, and everything was revolving around us.



Even with these misconceptions, our ancestors were truly amazing. They tried and found order in what seemed like a world of chaos. Can you imagine the reasoning patience it must have taken to understand such a phenomena as The Procession? What in the world would motivate a string of people to take on what the other left off, if not faith and hope? And then, how far back could these observations actually go? Would they in fact name a constellation that wouldn’t be seen for 24,000 years? Or is it possible that these Astrologers have recorded the Procession's full arc many times, as some think the Maya have in their Long Count Calendar, 3 X 33,000 years. In perspective, it would take more than forty generations of observations to witness and record one house!

Man’s inquisitive imagination has propelled him into ground- breaking revelations. Without this singular intrepid spirit our brave new world would still be afraid of flickering shadows. With tremendous leaps of faith today’s explores pull from the same spectrum of hope our ancestors did, where unknown realms of knowledge are found on the sharp edge of reality. Physicists today are actually questioning our linear way of thinking as inadequate to understand their science, and see that possibly an artistic mind would be more effective, or perhaps, the mind of a child. We men relentlessly pick and probe the unknown, and now with break-neck speed forge exponentially our store of knowledge by computer catapults, extensions of ourselves, and that same spirit for learning our ancestors formulated, courses through of conscious minds, hearts, and blood.

We have in each of us the same childlike fascination that initially started us on this fantastic road of learning, so long ago. While lying on a blanket with a couple of kids and field glasses we can melt away all layers of time, again viewing the great expanse with wonder. We have in us the same needs as our so-called primitive ancestors did, and those wonderful oohs and ahs that children have for shooting star sparks and comet streams still runs hot in our blood. Our human connection to the stars, and the consciousness that set us free, makes full circle every Procession, by a tiny wobble, called men.