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18.04.202515:48

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18.04.202512:37

18.04.202512:32

COL. INGERSOLL'S REMARKABLE VISION-ONE OF THE MOST ELOQUENT EXTRACTS IN THE ENGLISH LANGUAGE.
The past, as it were, rises before me like a dream. Again we are in the great struggle for national life. We hear the sound of preparation-the music of the boisterous drums-the silver voices of heroic bugles. We see thousands of assemblages, and hear the appeals of orators; we see the pale cheeks of women, and the flushed faces of men; and in those assemblages we see all the dead whose dust we have covered with flowers. We lose sight of them no more. We are with them when they enlist in the great army of freedom. We see them part with those they love.
Some are walking for the last time in quiet woody places with the maidens they adore. We hear the whisperings and the sweet vows of eternal love as they lingeringly part forever. Others are bending over cradles kissing babes that are asleep. Some are receiving the blessings of old men. Some are parting with mothers who hold them and press them to their hearts again and again, and say nothing; and some are talking with wives, and endeavoring with brave words spoken in the old tones to drive away the awful fear. We see them part. We see the wife standing in the door with the babe in her arms standing in the sunlight sobbing—at the turn of the road a hand waves-she answers by holding high in her loving hands the child. He is goue, and forever.
We see them all as they march proudly away under the flaunting flags, keeping time to the wild grand music of war-marching down the streets of the great cities- through the towns and across the prairies-down to the fields of glory, to do and to die for the eternal right.
We go with them one and all. We are by their side on all the gory fields, in all the hospitals of pain-on all the weary marches. We stand guard with them in the wild storm and under the quiet stars. We are with them in ravines running with blood-in the furrows of old fields.
We are with them between contending hosts, unable to move, wild with thirst, the life ebbing slowly away among the withered leaves.
We see them pierced by balls and
torn with shells in the trenches of forts, and in the whirlwind of the charge, where men become iron with nerves of steel.
We are with them in the prisons of hatred and famine, but human speech can never tell what they endured.
We are at home when the news comes that they are dead.
We see the maiden in the shadow of her sorrow. We see the silvered head of the old man bowed with the last grief.
The past rises before us, and we see four millions of human beings governed by the lash—we see them bound hand and foot—we hear the strokes of cruel whips-we see the hounds tracking women through tangled swamps. We see babes sold from the breasts of mothers. Cruelty un speakable! Outrage infinite!
Four million bodies in chains-four million souls in fetters.
All the sacred relations of wife, mother, father and child, trampled beneath the brutal feet of might. And all this was done under our own beautiful banner of the free.
The past rises before us. We hear the roar and shriek of the bursting shell. The broken fetters fall. There heroes died. We look. Instead of slaves we see men and women and children. The wand of progress touches the auction-block, the slave-pen, and the whipping-post, and we see homes and firesides, and school-houses and books, and where all was want and crime, and cruelty and fear, we see the faces of the free.
These heroes are dead. They died for liberty-they died for us. They are at rest. They sleep in the land they made free, under the flag they rendered stainless, under the solemn pines, the sad hemlocks, the tearful willows, the clouds, careless alike of sunshine or storm, each in the windowless palace of rest. Earth may run red with other wars-they are at peace. In the midst of battle, in the roar of conflict, they found the serenity of death. I have one sentiment for the soldiers living and dead-cheers for the living and tears for the dead.

18.04.202510:09

A hurry of hoofs in a village-street,
A shape in the moonlight, a bulk in the dark,
And beneath from the pebbles, in passing, a spark
Struck out by a steed that flies fearless and fleet:
That was all! And yet, through the gloom and the light,
The fate of a nation was riding that night;
And the spark struck out by that steed, in his flight,
Kindled the land into flame with its heat.

He has left the village and mounted the steep,
And beneath him, tranquil and broad and deep,
Is the Mystic, meeting the ocean tides;
And under the alders, that skirt its edge,
Now soft on the sand, now loud on the ledge,
Is heard the tramp of his steed as he rides.

It was twelve by the village clock
When he crossed the bridge into Medford town.
He heard the crowing of the cock,
And the barking of the farmer’s dog,
And felt the damp of the river-fog,
That rises when the sun goes down.

It was one by the village clock,
When he galloped into Lexington.
He saw the gilded weathercock
Swim in the moonlight as he passed,
And the meeting-house windows, blank and bare,
Gaze at him with a spectral glare,
As if they already stood aghast
At the bloody work they would look upon.

It was two by the village clock,
When be came to the bridge in Concord town.
He heard the bleating of the flock,
And the twitter of birds among the trees,
And felt the breath of the morning breeze
Blowing over the meadows brown.
And one was safe and asleep in his bed
Who at the bridge would be first to fall,
Who that day would be lying dead,
Pierced by a British musket-ball.

You know the rest. In the books you have read,
How the British Regulars fired and fled,--
How the farmers gave them ball for ball,
From behind each fence and farmyard-wall,
Chasing the red-coats down the lane,
Then crossing the fields to emerge again
Under the trees at the turn of the road,
And only pausing to fire and load.

So through the night rode Paul Revere;
And so through the night went his cry of alarm
To every Middlesex village and farm,--
A cry of defiance, and not of fear,
A voice in the darkness, a knock at the door,
And a word that shall echo forevermore!
For, borne on the night-wind of the Past,
Through all our history, to the last,
In the hour of darkness and peril and need,
The people will waken and listen to hear
The hurrying hoof-beats of that steed,
And the midnight message of Paul Revere.

18.04.202510:08

Paul Revere’s Ride
by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (1807 -- 1882)

Listen, my children, and you shall hear
Of the midnight ride of Paul Revere,
On the eighteenth of April, in Seventy-Five:
Hardly a man is now alive
Who remembers that famous day and year.

He said to his friend, “If the British march
By land or sea from the town to-night,
Hang a lantern aloft in the belfry-arch
Of the North-Church-tower, as a signal-light,--
One if by land, and two if by sea;
And I on the opposite shore will be,
Ready to ride and spread the alarm
Through every Middlesex village and farm,
For the country-folk to be up and to arm.”

Then he said “Good night!” and with muffled oar
Silently rowed to the Charlestown shore,
Just as the moon rose over the bay,
Where swinging wide at her moorings lay
The Somerset, British man-of-war:
A phantom ship, with each mast and spar
Across the moon, like a prison-bar,
And a huge black hulk, that was magnified
By its own reflection in the tide.

Meanwhile, his friend, through alley and street
Wanders and watches with eager ears,
Till in the silence around him he hears
The muster of men at the barrack door,
The sound of arms, and the tramp of feet,
And the measured tread of the grenadiers
Marching down to their boats on the shore.

Then he climbed to the tower of the church,
Up the wooden stairs, with stealthy tread,
To the belfry-chamber overhead,
And startled the pigeons from their perch
On the sombre rafters, that round him made
Masses and moving shapes of shade,--
By the trembling ladder, steep and tall,
To the highest window in the wall,
Where he paused to listen and look down
A moment on the roofs of the town,
And the moonlight flowing over all.

Beneath, in the churchyard, lay the dead,
In their night-encampment on the hill,
Wrapped in silence so deep and still
That he could hear, like a sentinel’s tread,
The watchful night-wind, as it went
Creeping along from tent to tent,
And seeming to whisper, “All is well!”
A moment only he feels the spell
Of the place and the hour, and the secret dread
Of the lonely belfry and the dead;
For suddenly all his thoughts are bent
On a shadowy something far away,
Where the river widens to meet the bay, ---
A line of black, that bends and floats
On the rising tide, like a bridge of boats.

Meanwhile, impatient to mount and ride,
Booted and spurred, with a heavy stride,
On the opposite shore walked Paul Revere.
Now he patted his horse’s side,
Now gazed on the landscape far and near,
Then impetuous stamped the earth,
And turned and tightened his saddle-girth;
But mostly he watched with eager search
The belfry-tower of the old North Church,
As it rose above the graves on the hill,
Lonely and spectral and sombre and still.
And lo! as he looks, on the belfry’s height,
A glimmer, and then a gleam of light!
He springs to the saddle, the bridle he turns,
But lingers and gazes, till full on his sight
A second lamp in the belfry burns!

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17.04.202522:18

What is a PSYOP?
(all of it)
You have the Script.
You have the Screenplay.
You have the Playbook.
You know the Actors.
You know the Set.
You know the Score.
You have the Answers.
Let them know. Write Now.
START Producing.
Right Now!
All you need is your Audience.
We have it all.
You have all you need to START.
9 Operation Power to the People
https://t.me/red3y3vids

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17.04.202522:15

paging Sgt B
"We must use time as a tool, not as a couch."
~ John F. Kennedy
the time is nigh
https://8kun.top/abcu/res/1.html
https://t.me/red3y3vids

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17.04.202522:13

We SEE all.
[C] is Key.
aye, see, 3y3'm back on my bullshit
(3y3'm solid)
3y3 put my VVhole Team on to blessings.

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17.04.202517:11

For what reason did you find the need to watch and record Us.
Official business or pleasure?
https://t.me/red3y3vids

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17.04.202516:44

3y3 remember everything

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17.04.202516:44

makin' vids while sparks fly high
ride forever 'till the stars say goodbye
o9

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17.04.202503:25

Mi is Pepeye now.. 😌🐸😄

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02.04.202517:52

3y3 VVould Die For (You)

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04.04.202522:36

3y3 get VVay 2 fly

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29.03.202516:13

3y3 get VVay 2 fly

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29.03.202501:26

It Ain't Seeming Like It

Anonymous 11/22/2017 23:30:47 ID:QAPSaY3V
4chan/pol: 150559263

>>150559154
What's up Q, please tell me life will get better. Growing tired and need hope.

>>150559263
We are winning bigly.
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10.04.202519:43

article 2 section 4 states the PRESIDENT SHALL BE REMOVED from office. RED october coming along nicely...

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10.04.202519:11

shadoVVision standing by (You)

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31.03.202523:49

Shadow Visions > Vast Vision > Meditation V > 174 Hz (pain killer)
"Scars can be seen but the harm done by words lives only in the memories of the mind; Some wounds of the mind may never heal… Words leave lacerations that cannot be seen or traced. Use words wisely for words are what sway the world!"
~ Sgt B
https://8kun.top/abcu/res/1.html#379

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17.04.202516:44

makin' vids while sparks fly high
ride forever 'till the stars say goodbye
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23.03.202516:59

]B[4 evenday 1 dan
3y3'll let the people know this is somethin' (You) can blame
on yourselves you can remain stuck in a box
3y3'm a break out and then hide every lock

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24.03.202522:50

if 3y3 was twice the man 3y3 could be
3y3'd still B half of vvhat (You) need
You are the solution you seek.
https://8kun.top/abcu/res/1.html#9148

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10.04.202519:39

3y3s all red full of rage and it's hard to escape from a dark place

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27.03.202523:31

digital soldiers were chosen for a reason. big iron on his hip. this is us.

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10.04.202519:09

Godspeed
3y3 will always love you how I do
Let go of a prayer for you
It's a sweet vvord
The table is prepared for you
We are with you, Patriot.
We honor your service to our great country.
Without people like you, the world would be lost.
GODSPEED.

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