There is no free land, even if it's useless and rural and distant. The native Americans were forcibly removed from their free land, by the Europeans who dreamed up 'manifest destiny', and interred these free people onto reservations, where they are free to accept what they got, but not to leave or ask for more. And yet, these native born Americans asked for less than they were given, for they avow, the Earth cannot 'belong' to a man, for man is but a caretaker. And yet, man...the European man, has changed every balance point in the entire earth, making up, as he is wont to do, his own 'manifest destiny'...and now the Earth and it's people, are so severely out of balance, there is faint hope, man, with all his colossal arrogance and cleverness, can grip the reigns of Earth and set her straight, so now they 'rationalize' yet again, in abidance with their 'manifest destiny, to take prophesy out of God's hands and into their own, in order to trigger an apocalyptic war, to bury all truth beneath.
No...there is no free land. There is only the gnawing certainty, in those, advocating the 'tiny home' movement, who have deep pockets, offshore securities, to live like a King in a fifteen foot trailer...to take it and shit anywhere they please...that the end of their happiness is nye, but the rest of us must follow rules, and we are out priced and outgunned, by the consortium of minny despots and capitalists, so completely, that the permit to sink our septic tank may never come through, and useless desert sand costs the price of gold, and you cannot build a yurt, and you cannot have a horse on half an acre, and your residence must conform to county regulation such and thus, We are free to pursue liberty...you get that, but to catch up to it, nail it down, and ride that bitch, you got to take it away from the rich man. Good luck with that.
I am not bitter. I am riteous, for I know who has the truth and who tells the lie. And there is an end to the lie, and it is riding...out of the four corners of the Earth, it is riding hard...to every usurper of God's eternal law, and all ye who turned against the doctrine of the truth, hear the hoof beats, and fear what rides forth. To those who have desired of peace, and have been given gall to drink, I say...one day, you shall taste of the sweetness of heaven, and none will deny you, for your enemy's and all lier's will be gone. It will be, in the world, as if they never existed. This land is my land, said God, not your land. Who here dare'es to divvy it out and flip it and manipulate it to the enslavement of the poor in the world among you? You are ravenous whores and money changers in the temple of my father, who is God in Heaven, and this Earth you have wasted and desecrated, is his footstool.
I am not Moses. I am a son of the living God, and I say, let my people go to their place in the land, where ever it may be, and do not impede them further, or by all that is in heaven, you will pay immeasurably, for your impedance of them. For in the heavens are angels...in their millions, and the ships of all worlds, come to bow before the children here, you have rejected, and demanded, and aborted from their justice under God's sight. Did you think it would forever be, the prevailing wind of your manifestation? This is my knowledge, and my prayer, as a seeker of my place to simply be, for myself and my family...release these children from your grip and allow free passage to the heart's desire, for they are not yours...
Written by Bruce James Clyde 2015
