USA
200 --- 500
The USA part is easy enough. The vision has to do with the USA. The numbers I spontaneously interpreted as days, in particular as the count of days going forward from the date of the dream, which would yield future dates, respectively, of approximately mid-May 2012 and early March 2013, give or take a few days
My inner knowing is therefore suggesting to me that mid-May of 2012 and early March of 2013 will be dramatic, red-letter periods for, and in the USA. It may be that after March 2013 there will no longer be any geopolitical entity that is recognizable as the "USA." What is coming is going to be extreme and intense, so get ready, spiritually ready, more so than anything else, though it would no doubt be prudent to make basic survival preparations as well -- non-perishable food and emergency medical supplies, water purification filters, etc.
More than that I cannot say, except to observe that the American government – the civil, espionage and military branches, the American banking establishment and the American corporate sector are self-evidently, irretrievably, massively, incredibly, criminally corrupt and bound to catastrophically and spectacularly fail. I cannot help but think that the many, clandestine, underground and undersea bases and tunnels of the secret cabal running this planet will play a major role in the upcoming events. I discuss these facilities, as well as give specific locations for many of the underground bases in my book, Hidden in Plain Sight: Beyond the X-Files, now available on Kindle, at amazon.com
In response to the rampant criminality and exploitation, hundreds of thousands of people are turning out for marches, protests, demonstrat- ions and occupations in cities and towns all over the USA right now – in Oakland, Baltimore, Denver, Atlanta, Richmond (VA), New York City, San Antonio, Boston, Nashville, Albuquerque, Chicago and a hundred other towns and cities, large and small.
This is the beginning of the Upwising that I recommend in my booklet, The Richard Sauder Briefing, also available in German, as Der Richard Sauder Bericht. So far, the vast majority of the demonstrators have been impressively nonviolent and courageous. I admire their pluck and strength of character. What violence has occurred to this point has come mainly from the police who have been attacking peaceful demonstrators with horses, tear gas, flash grenades, clubs, mace, pepper spray, etc.
Given the severity of the crimes against the people by the USA government, the criminal banking system, and the criminal Fortune 500 corporations and Wall Street firms, the demonstrations will not abate. Not at all. In fact, this is it. This is the people's Rubicon, where humanity makes its gallant, decisive, historic bid for freedom from tyranny, where the great masses of real humans on this planet stand up and cast their individual votes in a great, soul-stirring referendum on the future of this planet and of the human race itself.
This is a planet-defining moment.
There are those who have cast their lot with the Fortune 500 companies, with the big banks, with the corrupt civil government and military agencies, those who work for the Big Brother espionage agencies.
Others have a different philosophy, a different agenda of peace, cooperative economics, societal harmony, global understanding, conscious integration with the natural ecological order of this planet, of healthful resonance with the rest of the biosphere.
Disclaimer: I personally have blood relatives who work for the Fortune 500 and/or the espionage and military agencies. It is an absolute certainty that there are many others who are reading this blog entry who also have blood relatives similarly employed. In fact, it is a certainty that there are those reading this blog entry who themselves are similarly employed, and may even be monitoring me. So there is a division in global society, right down the middle, even within families themselves, between those who serve The Machine that is destroying this planet and enslaving the human race, and those who are courageously putting their lives on the line to sketch out a new vision, a new way of being human on planet Earth.
I did this myself, in my own way, last year in North Dakota, when I staged a nonviolent peace demonstration on a nuclear missile silo. Click here for my Minot Manifesto that I issued to the press on that day, 15 April 2010.
And also my Serious Message From the Heart of America, which I issued from jail in Rugby, North Dakota, on 14 July 2010.
I've gone out on the nuclear missile silos three times, in Arkansas, Missouri and North Dakota. My life is drastically different as a result. I have an extensive arrest and jail record. It cost me a very great deal of money, minimally tens of thousands of dollars, maybe hundreds of thousands of dollars in opportunity cost across my lifetime. It has marginalized me, thrust me to the margins of "polite" society. Forget about a conventional career, it can't happen under those circumstances, and it hasn't for me. Now I am in an extended voluntary exile in South America. I can't tell you with certainty what happens next for me, or for the world. I made a leap of faith and I'm in graceful free fall without knowing where I finally land. I have a few hundred dollars to my name and a suitcase and that's pretty well it. I have thrown myself on the mercy of the Universe. I went up and over the fence, out onto the silo, they came for me with helicopters, automatic rifles, an armored vehicle with a machine gun, chains and handcuffs, I spent 100 days in jail, and here I am.
A stranger in a strange land, on a planet in deep crisis.
What I did is not about money. I think it must be about love. Love for humanity. Love for the planet. I had a professor in my poli-sci doctoral program who used to say: "Everything has a price. With microeconomics we can quantitatively model that everything is monetized. Even your life has a finite dollar value that we can mathematically model using econometric methods." He was a policy analyst whose master's degree was in economics, with a concentration in microeconomics. Every time that I sat in his class I felt uneasy. He was darkly ill to the depths of his soul. The MBA, finance, public administration, poli-sci and economics disciplines are full of others of his ilk.
As I say in my Minot Manifesto:
Here I stand. I cannot do otherwise.
Hier stehe ich. Ich kann nicht anders.
In some ways the decision to go out on the nuclear missile silos, again and again, is an explicit vow, far more serious even than a wedding vow is for a lot of people. (Google “Kim Kardashian,” for an illustrative example.) Going up and over the security fence and out on the silos is a sort of a pact or a vow made with, or on behalf of the human race and the planet. Doing this type of demonstration is a public compact, a commitment to stand up and recognize the deep significance of what we are doing here on this world, and to physically put your life on the line as surety, as a guarantee for the well-being of the rest of the biosphere, to take personal responsibility for your life and the planet, directly on the scene, even if they come for you with handcuffs, chains, automatic rifles, and helicopters, even if it means you go to jail or prison.
And still you do it. You stand up and you stand tall. Because it matters and you want to be a free man, a free woman, on a free planet.
So you man up. You woman up.
You know, in North Dakota last year, I somehow made it over an 8 foot security fence topped with three strands of very sharp barbed wire, wearing the heavy crystal headdress and crystal necklaces in the photo above, carrying a bag with five conch shells like the one in the photo, as well as several large quartz crystals, two copies of the USA Constitution and a one ounce, pure silver coin inlaid with Lady Liberty in embossed gold leaf. As I was placing these items on the missile silo, I noticed that a vivid, almost relucently red fluid was spattering all over the concrete. It took a few seconds to register that the red liquid was my blood! I had deeply gashed my hands coming over the barbed wire and was bleeding like a stuck pig. It never hurt, then or afterward, at any time. It took awhile to stanch the flow of blood. I assure you that cutting myself and bleeding on the missile silo was not part of my plan.
However, I have since wondered if there might not have been a deep karmic and symbolic significance to physically shedding my blood on that nuclear missile. The feathers, colored ribbons and crystals that comprised the headdress, the many crystals in the necklaces, the Manifesto, the seashells, silver coin and two USA constitutions that I left on the silo lid, the precise silo number and street coordinates, that specific date of 15 April 2010, that specific region of the continent – all of these things had a particular significance and were specifically chosen by me. Perhaps the Universe wanted me to seal it all with my blood, to ratify what I was doing with my vital life essence, to shed my blood on the nuclear missile silo itself. Maybe so, because that is what happened.
I want to add that I am deeply moved by the bravery of the myriad individuals now involved in the Occupy movement spreading across the USA and other parts of the world. I see them being arrested by the hundreds and thousands and hauled off to jail, face down on the ground, hands cuffed behind the back. I know it's not easy, because I have been that man myself, again and again, arrested at gunpoint, handcuffed, chained, hauled off to jail after jail after jail. It's a profound human drama, and I am deeply humbled to have played a minor, very obscure role in this historical period's events.
The vast majority of people in the Occupy movement are performing their parts impressively well, with tremendous courage and nobility. We all owe them a debt of gratitude for what they are doing for humanity and the planet. It's very dramatic. They are rising to the hour !
This actually represents an incipient opening of humanity's heart chakra. It is a momentous occasion, and if it comes full circle, in the coming years we will have a vastly new planet and human race.
I wish God speed to them all. I am tremendously proud of them. It is my sense that these events are very important for the entire galaxy at large.
In that regard, I find the latest action of Cindy Sheehan very inspiring and ennobling. Of course, you will remember Cindy Sheehan, the well-known antiwar activist, whose oldest son, Casey, was in the USA military and who was killed in combat in the Iraq war. Now she is directly thumbing her nose at the IRS, who have come after her for "war tribute" -- i.e., alleged federal income taxes. This is her response, which is quite elegant and eloquent:
We Will Never Pay, So Stop Harassing Us
I want to quote an extract of what she has written:
For almost five decades of our lives, we sisters were taxpaying, law-abiding citizens. Sure, we got the occasional traffic or parking tickets, but we dutifully paid them or went to traffic school. IRS Agent, can you imagine in your Revenuer’s heart the agony we felt when we realized that we had funded the murder of our own dear Casey? As our awareness grew, so did our disgust with our complicity in this system as the body count for totally innocent civilians rose. We now feel that for at least 30 years of taxpaying perfidy, we funded the murders and torture of millions! The only way we could live with ourselves was to stop being accessories to our government’s war crimes and crimes against humanity.
To whoever is reading this: You’re a working stiff aren’t you? You work for one of the most evil agencies in a deeply corrupt and criminal organization, but you are still a working person! Does it bother you that the banks and Wall Street have received billions of bailout dollars from the U.S. government while you are taking money from people in our own class to do so? Does it bother you that the rich are getting wealthier and you have to try and collect your pound of flesh, or blood money, from a mother and an auntie who have already had their own flesh and blood violently ripped from their lives?
To honor Casey's needless sacrifice and to protect others, we will not pay these bills. You do what you have to do, but our membership in the human race demands that we withhold money from such a homicidal, nay, genocidal cabal as the US government. Scores of people in this nation have taken the principled stand that we take and we feel that our moral compasses trump your “laws.” We could have taken the strategy of only paying a portion of our taxes like some do, but we feel we have no control over where our money is spent.
If Citizens United (Citizens United v. The Federal Elections Commission) can claim that money is Free Speech and it can spend freely on its political causes, then we feel we have the same right to withhold our money in an act of moral courage and loyalty to not only our brothers, sisters and children being murdered, displaced or tortured, but to our own First Amendment Rights. We have sacrificed much and invested not only our own money, but also our very lives in our campaigns for peace and justice. We will never again co-operate with the USA in its crimes against peace.
Notice that she calls the USA government a "genocidal cabal," and that she cites the recent Supreme Court ruling, Citizens United v. The Federal Elections Commission, that gave corporations the right to spend unlimited amounts of money on political campaigns in the USA, as a class of protected "free speech." Cindy Sheehan's logic is that if the Supreme Court has legally established that corporations have the right to unlimited funding of political campaigns, having ruled that the spending of money for political purposes is "free speech," then she also has the right to withhold her money from the USA government, equally under the right of "free speech," in this case to refrain from "speaking" (spending money) in the government's favor.
In other words, if under the Constitutional guarantee of "free speech" corporations can spend unlimited amounts of money to essentially buy the government that they want, then she equally has the same right of "free speech" to personally defund that same government; understanding that in this new "bizarro" world we inhabit, the Supreme Court of the USA has made a legal equation between "free speech" and the unfettered spending of corporate money for political purposes, with the clear aim of purchasing government officers that are beholden to the corporate will.
Which reminds me of Clarity Ross's new video, in which he says that the BIG trouble starts in late November, and extends through December, January, February. I am of a mind to agree. Don't imagine that things are going to be going back to the way they used to be. THEY WON'T. I would say that you can take that to the bank -- except that a lot of banks are going to be failing, they'll be going down hard.
In other words, we are about to experience an abrupt rupture in life as we have known it. I know it's hard to believe, but tremendous disruption is coming, and though it will throw everything into turmoil for a while, maybe for ten or twenty years (or more?), when things settle back down, there will be a new equilibrium on this planet, and those people who remain will have a very different way of living and being human on Earth.
I am particularly fond of Sarah Brightman's rendition of Alfredo Catalani's "La Wally," It exquisitely echoes the great drama of what is now transpiring, and will unfurl with even greater moment in the coming weeks, months and years.
At least we have bananas and mangoes here in South America. Also papayas, pineapples, oranges and other fruits with exotic names like maracuya.
Sometimes I catch myself wishing I had some money to buy emergency supplies before the collapse, however the reality is that I have very little money. But then I immediately reflect that soon probably no one else will have any money, either, so we will all have no money together.
I wonder what the world is like when no one has any money?
Of course, the danger is that those who do control the paper money system will wage nuclear war in an effort to maintain the paper money system by military force, as they see the paper money system beginning to fail.
As it happens, the dominoes have already started to topple. The recent failure of MF Global (what does the "M... F... " stand for, anyway?) is a big deal. The world markets are in turmoil today as Greece and Italy stand poised to default on their sovereign debt, with dire implications for the euro, and by extension the big banks in the USA and the U.S. Federal Reserve system itself. This is the beginning of the serious chaos, which will endure for years. Somewhere in this process, maybe even by the 10 May 2012 date implied by my hypnagogic vision, paper money, stocks, bonds, etc. will cease to have much value, or any value at all.
I want to drink ayahuasca again. The last time I drank it I saw an enormous, pure white, flower blossom in the air right over my head. It resembled a huge chrysanthemum, with a thousand petals. I had fervently prayed just before the ceremony began for ayahuasca and all the helping nature spirits in the surrounding forest to specifically assist me in gaining the highest state of consciousness that I was capable of achieving that night, not only for myself, but much more so for the inner boon of a woman whose personal welfare I care deeply about. The many-petaled white blossom that subsequently appeared just over my head looked something like the white chrysanthemum in the following link, only an even purer white:
Photo of white chrysanthemum...
It was extraordinarily compelling. I wanted to merge with it; simultaneously I felt that I was skating on the very edge of death. It wasn't so much a fear of ego death – what I mean is physically keeling over on the spot and dropping dead from a heart attack, or just sudden, outright failure of the body biologically to live one minute longer. My heart was pounding. I was extremely nauseous. It took an extreme effort of will to avoid vomiting all over myself. My head hurt so bad that all I wanted to do was to lie down on the floor right then and rest. My arms and legs felt as if they were being pricked by hundreds of tiny pins and needles. My entire body was so weak I felt that I would plop right of my chair. I struggled mightily to maintain conscious awareness and keep from fainting dead away. My head flopped back like a sack of potatoes, as my neck craned upward looking at this amazing, pure white, thousand-petaled flower blossom right over my head. My mouth gaped open in sheer amazement. Eventually I came out of it, feeling totally drained. The blossom was so close, I could have reached up with my hand and touched it. Maybe I should have, but it didn't occur to me to do that at the time. It took every ounce of strength and willpower that I had, inwardly and outwardly, just to gaze at it, completely stupefied.
How to describe the new way that is coming? Here's a start. Here is what the grotesque cabal that is ruling this planet wants to kill. And here is why I went out on the nuclear missile silos again and again and again, directly lobbying in person against Satan's Emissary on Earth = the Pentagon = the USA military, and for the preservation of the very life force of this planet, even though it cost me more than a year and a half of my life, incarcerated in twelve different jails and prisons, in five different states of the USA. The video gets better as it goes along, for just two incredible minutes. Murmuration, the life-giving breath of God moving over the face of the Earth.
And a little something extra from Selena Quitanilla Perez, sadly gone, but not forgotten. Oh, no.
