It happened at the grocery store. I was going through the aisles stocking up on a few simple food items in preparation for the possibility of coming shortages. I was loading up cases of beans and boxes of macaroni and cheese - the favorite “comfort food” during hard times at an unheard of .58 cents a box. I was listening to the supermarket music as I was walking leisurely down the aisles, and noticing a few empty shelves that once held toilet paper, sugar, flour, coffee - and the entire meat section was empty as well.
But I didn’t panic or show emotion, and just told myself to simply get these two main items and then exit the store and get home without incident.
My mission in today’s new world, like any other day in the past 2 years, was to not get involved in protests against a long train of government abuses. I wouldn’t make a show of my political opinions against the jab, the mask or protests against an over reaching government. My mission was to make it back home safely. After all, there was a lot to be thankful in America, there was no need in focusing on the negative things happening all around us.
The grocery store music was good, perhaps a step up from elevator music, I told myself. And I’m getting some good exercise in a store, that for some reason seems a bit empty for this time of day. This put a smile on my face, and I found myself picking up the pace to the catchy music, as I passed the empty meat aisle and told myself you didn’t need that much meat anyway.
I turn the corner from the aisle and push my full cart to the front where I see several checkers huddled in front of the checkout area, as if they are discussing the next football play. Then I stopped as one of the checkers speaks up: “I’m sorry sir, we’re not allowed to sell any food the rest of the day by special orders of the president.”
I stop dead in my tracks. I try to remain calm and remind myself that the most important thing is to make it home safely and not be involved in any incident. I had plenty of survival food at home already tucked away in closets, and I would make do with what I had. So, in my best patient and diplomatic voice I speak up: “That’s ok guys, I had some good exercise and enjoyed your in-store music.”
Then I leave the cart where it is and make my way out of the store. No, I didn’t go return the items to the shelves, my tolerance of government over reach and an exploited pandemic will only go so far. Then as I reach the entrance of the store and start the typical procedure of hunting for where I parked the car - it suddenly dawned on me “This is a dream! This is not real at all, I am dreaming!”
Initially I was actually a bit relieved, because I wasn’t looking forward to pretending to walk to where ever my car was parked, only to arrive at one location and then see the car isn’t there and then smoothly, and seamlessly make a directional change to navigate to where the next possible location of where the car might be parked. But, since I realized I was in a dream, I didn’t have to face that indignity, again. That was a small relief, but, then I realized: “Wait a minute, if I’m in a dream, that means that my dream time has just been hijacked by the globalists!” Now I’m mad.
Of all the times of a person’s life their dream time has never been touched by tyrants and bad guys. That dream time is sacred. For thousands of years every human being has had that dream time to escape their real-life troubles. Whether slave or free, a hard-working young farmer, an iron spike driving railroad worker, a man in prison for political protests – they all had their dream time of better days ahead. No man, no government and no dictator could enter that realm. Until now.
This isn’t right, I told myself. If we are careful and wait this out, things will turn around and we will have our country again. All we have to do is be patient and not make waves. This is what I kept reminding myself - but the reality of the long line of abuses against our Constitutional rights was so prevalent, so wide spread, the truth of the matter may be a different story.
But while we’re waiting for normal days, at least everyone has their dream time. They can day dream of better days ahead and they can also enjoy their night time dreams where a person can escape to better days and then be refreshed to face the next day. Then I tell myself. “But they just hijacked my dream, this isn’t right! This is a huge violation of the freedom of thought. This is a rude interference in my own dream time where no bad guys, dictators or black hats have a right to intrude.”
Then I remind myself of what Thomas Jefferson said: “I stand on the altar of God eternal hostility against any form of tyranny over the mind of man.” Is the hijacking of my dream time what he was talking about?
I am reminded of the time when in the old west, ranchers carved out an honorable existence off the earth by plowing fields, raising cattle and building their own homes. Then the black hats come and rustle their cattle, and walk around town rudely running into ladies and spilling their sacks of dry goods and refuse to help them pick it up. Then they make their way into a General store and grab all the penny candies, which disallows children from the joy of hard candy. Then these bullies finally went too far in the county and a John Wayne type finally says to his ranch hands. “Now they’ve gone too far! Break out the Winchesters men, we’re going to war!!!”
That is exactly how I feel now. The tyrants have gone too far, and if we don’t do something about it, they are going to take over the entire nation and our freedoms will disappear not only in real life but even in our dreams.
Consider the “full spectrum dominance” that the globalists have achieved in our nation in the past two decades. They control the education system, pop culture, politics, and health care. Our children come home from school and tell the parents about a man wearing a dress and make up, giving them story-time about families that have two daddies or two mommies.
The dad asked what they learned today at school and they tell him they learned how to place a condom over a banana and how that the founders of the nation were wife beating slave owners. Then they proceed to tell their dad about transgendered heroes like the top doctor of the nation that wears a dress and how Black Lives Matter is a Marxist group working towards a socialist controlled government that will outlaw police departments.
Families that faced this degradation of a nation then move the family to a more rural, wholesome environment to hopefully escape the onslaught of corruption, immorality, crime, drug use and the push for communism. Only to find the country areas swarming with pot growing farms and meth-head labs.
But through all this the mom and dad still try to educate their children in old fashioned values and stay away from the decline of the cities. And, they still have their dreams of a better day, and their night time dreams where no tyrant could ever enter. Until now.
However, when our very dreams are invaded and our peace of mind is disturbed, it is time to re-evaluate this war against America. In that dream of being in a grocery store and buying meager essential items, and even that was stopped by government power, that was clear sign of violating a human right. The fact I was simply trying to buy mac and cheese at .58 cents a box, and even that was prevented, now they have gone too far!
The government has mandated a dangerous unsafe inoculation, forced the public to wear masks, took children from their schools, and abandoned free people in a foreign land and allowed terrorists to take over, as they kill our soldiers, and to add insult to injury our president and Congress will send them more $ billions – all of that has been done and more. But that is not all, now they have permeated our society to such a high degree that we have a shortage of toilet paper, beans and mac and cheese, and then they mandated postal workers to get the death jab at the risk of postal workers going POSTAL - that is too far! Did they really think this through? I think not. This is insane.
Our nation is not only ready to explode into chaos over these never ending political, social and health changes – the programming and brainwashing of society has reached such a dangerous level, that even our dreams are being affected. Once that happens the lives of the people have reached a critical mass.
There comes a time in any society that the usurpation of power is so over reaching, so widespread, that the people have no other alternative but to resist it by any means necessary. Our lives and our minds, and the future of our children are at stake. Our founding fathers fought, bled and died to give their children the freedom to get an education and play sports - instead of going to war. But each generation has to stand up and defend liberty or it will be lost. Freedom is not free, it requires an active defense. No generation gets a free ride. If they are slack in their defense, the black hats are there waiting to take over the nation.
What we face now is an invasion into our lives and our minds of foreign ideas, communist tactics and militant control over our future. Nurses are being forced to quit their jobs over draconian mandates that are blatantly unconstitutional. Millions of employees are faced with a mandated inoculation of a proven unsafe, untested, experimental, gene altering shot. This is no longer the America we grew up in. We are now living in an occupied nation that wants to control our health choices, job choices, and even alter our moral choices. These choices are not supposed to be given by man or by governments, they are unalienable God given rights.
The very moment a nation refuses to defend those rights, is the time that nation no longer exists. Let no man touch the jewel of freedom. Let no man steal your peace of mind and your thoughts. Let no man steal your crown of dignity and God given choices. Let no man invade your thoughts and occupy your dreams for the future. Because once you do any of those things, you are not only a slave, you are a zombie that has lost all private thoughts that no longer has a free mind to dream and live free. George Eaton
