The Fourth of July

The Declaration of Independence was officially approved by the Continental Congress on July 4, 1776, with 12 of the 13 colonies voting in favor and New York abstaining. However, the day on which final separation was officially voted was July 2, and although the day on which the Declaration of Independence was adopted has always been celebrated in the United States as the great national holiday - the Fourth of July, or Independence Day - the written Declaration of Independence which was dated July 4, wasn't actually signed until August 2, 1776, roughly a month after the Continental Congress approved the Declaration of Independence. Most of the congressional delegates eventually signed the document, although all were not present on that day in August.

At a glance, that's the history of this special day. In retrospect, the Fourth of July is a celebration of the most successful revolution in the history of mankind. By any objective measure, the rebellious colonies that broke away from the British empire in 1776 were more successful in forming an enduring new nation than other rebels and separatists throughout history. But when representatives of the colonies actually deliberated upon and committed to breaking from England, it was no small matter. In 1847, an account of the signing was published as extracts from Washington and His Generals: or, Legends of the Revolution by George Lippard. Quoting from that book, following is a transcript of what actually transpired:

The signers of the Declaration of Independence sat in Independence Hall at Philadelphia, contemplating losing their heads — or being hanged. Their courage wavered. The document sat there unsigned. An extraordinary catalyst was needed to move them to action. An unknown man rose and gave an electrifying speech. He disappeared soon after. By signing the Declaration, all were guilty of high treason under British law. The penalty for high treason was to be hanged by the neck until unconscious — Then cut down and revived, then disemboweled [alive] — and cut into quarters. The head and quarters were at the disposal of the Crown. No wonder they wavered! No wonder they discussed back and forth for days on end before signing the document that carried so grave a penalty.

An old legend dramatizes the story of the one who galvanized the delegates — and gave them the courage to sign that document. But still there is doubt. And that pale-faced man, shrinking in one corner, squeaks out something about axes, scaffolds, and a gibbet [hangman’s noose]!

‘Gibbet!’ echoes a fierce, bold voice, that startles men from their seats.

And look yonder!

A tall slender man rises, dressed although it is summer time — in a dark robe. Look how his white hand undulates as it is stretched slowly out. How that dark eye burns — while his words ring through the hall. (We do not know his name, let us therefore call his appeal.)

"Gibbet? They may stretch our necks on all the gibbets in the land. They may turn every rock into a scaffold. Every tree into a gallows. Every home into a grave. And yet the words on that Parchment — [the Declaration] — can never die! They may pour our blood on a thousand scaffolds. And yet, from every drop that dyes the axe, or drips on the sawdust of the block, a new martyr to Freedom will spring into birth! The British King may blot out the Stars of God from His sky — but he cannot blot out His words written on the Parchment there! The works of God may perish. His Word, never! These words will go forth to the world when our bones are dust. To the slave in the mines they will speak. Hope to the mechanic in his workshop. Freedom to the coward-kings these words will speak, but not in tones of flattery. No, no! They will speak like the flaming syllables on Belshazzar’s wall. (for deeper understanding, ref: Daniel 5:1-7 and 26-30)

THE DAYS OF YOUR PRIDE AND GLORY ARE NUMBERED! THE DAYS OF JUDGMENT AND REVOLUTION DRAW NEAR!

Was this speech spoken to be heard in 1776 and 2023 alike? Methinks so. The modern cyclical equivalent of justice is coming in the form of peaceful trials. The speaker goes on to say:

Yes, that Parchment [of the Declaration] will speak to the Kings — In a language sad and terrible as the Trump of the Archangel. You have trampled on mankind long enough.

((In the recent E. Jean Carroll judgment against Donald Trump, she was given an award in response to so-called “sad and terrible language.” In a universe of timeless connection and no coincidence, note that the speaker speaks equally to us today in 2023.))

At last, the voice of human woe has pierced the ear of God — and called His Judgment down! You have waded on to thrones over seas of blood. You have trampled on to power over the necks of millions. You have turned the poor man’s sweat and blood into robes for your delicate forms. Into crowns for your anointed brows. Now Kings. Now purpled Hangmen of the world. For you come the days of axes and gibbets and scaffolds. For you the wrath of man. For you the lightnings of God! Look! How the light of your palaces on fire flashes up into the midnight sky!… Look at this strange history of a band of exiles and outcasts, suddenly transformed into a people. Look at this wonderful Exodus of the oppressed of the Old World into the New, where they came — weak in arms, but mighty in Godlike faith. Hey, look at this history of your Bunker Hill, your Lexington — where a band of plain farmers mocked and trampled down the panoply of British arms. And then tell me, if you can, that God has not given America to the free?

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It is not given to our poor, human intellect to climb the skies — To pierce the councils 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 — pale as an angel is pale, weeping as an angel can weep, come trembling up to that Throne — and speak his dread message. Father! the old world is baptized in blood! Father, it is drenched with the blood of millions — butchered in war, in persecution, in slow and grinding oppression! Father, look, with one glance of Thine Eternal eye, look over Europe, Asia, Africa, and behold evermore, that terrible sight. Man trodden down beneath the oppressor’s feet. Nations lost in blood. Murder and Superstition walking hand in hand, over the graves of their victims. And not a single voice to whisper, “Hope to Man!” He stands there, the Angel, his hands trembling with the black record of human guilt. But hark! The voice of Jehovah speaks out from the awful cloud. “Let there be light again. Let there be a New World. Tell my people —the poor, the trodden-down millions, to go out from the Old World. Tell them to go out from wrong, oppression and blood. Tell them to go out from this Old World —to build my altar in the New!”

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As God lives, my friends, I believe that to be his voice! Yes, were my soul trembling on the wing for Eternity, were this hand freezing in death, were this voice choking with 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 the free!

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Yes, as I sank down into the gloomy shadows of the grave, with my last gasp, I would beg you to sign that Parchment — In the name of the God who made the Saviour who redeemed you. In the name of the 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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And now the Parchment is signed. And now let word go forth to the People in the streets. To the homes of America. To the camp of Mister Washington. And the Palace of George the Idiot-King. Let word go out to all the earth. And, old man in the steeple, now bare your arm. Grasp the Iron Tongue — and let the bell speak out the great truth:

FIFTY-SIX TRADERS, LAWYERS, FARMERS AND MECHANICS HAVE THIS DAY SHOOK THE SHACKLES OF THE WORLD!

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Hark! Hark to the toll of that Bell! Is there not a deep poetry in that sound [as we ring the bell of Freedom]? A poetry more sublime than Shakespeare or Milton? Is there not a music in the sound — That reminds you of those awful tones which broke from angel-lips, when news of the child Jesus burst on the shepherds of Bethlehem? For that Bell now speaks out to the world, that — GOD HAS GIVEN THE AMERICAN CONTINENT TO THE FREE — THE TOILING MILLIONS OF THE HUMAN RACE — AS THE LAST ALTAR OF THE RIGHTS OF MAN ON THE GLOBE — THE HOME OF THE OPPRESSED, FOREVERMORE!

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Are we not bought with a price?”

Who was this unknown speaker – the old man who spoke with fire, moved his compatriots to action by igniting their passions to risk everything to change the world, then disappeared? When all the evidence is examined it was likely Le Comte de Saint Germain, who discretely consorted regularly with the likes of revolutionary figures Benjamin Franklin in the Colonies and Voltaire in France. Most people are unaware that it was Saint Germain who designed the Great Seal of the United States, and that he was the singular figure most responsible for the choice of design for our national stars and stripes US flag. One figure, Saint Germain, has repeatedly been a critical force in moving the world in a positive direction. 

And who was The Count of Saint Germain? Again, when history is stripped of its lies and misdirection, Saint Germain, who purportedly lived for centuries without aging, was in all likelihood the Archangel Michael incarnate – an angel of the highest realms living among us - always here, always with us, always guiding humanity – then and now.

So Happy Fourth of July. We are in a spiritual war in 2023, as in 1776. Remind yourself what is at stake. And ask, are you prepared to take the risks and make the sacrifices that our forefathers took then to make the world a better place for all now???

adapted from The Michael Prophecies, Book 3, pp. 74-80