What an absolutely fascinating time in history, we all live in. It seems everything is within our reach.
I for one, never cease to be amazed at the technology of the world we live in. This push button world, where so much is at our fingertips.

I wake up in the morning, push a button to turn on my lights, my coffee-pot, my television, my computer, my washing machine, my dryer, my radio, my water, my stove, my air-conditioning, my heat, then if I decide to go someplace, all I do is turn a key in my vehicle that takes me wherever I wish to go.

Then there is so much that’s automatic. My refrigerator and freezer automatically come on and go off, and preserves my food. Once pushing a button, my heat or air-conditioning automatically come on and go off, at intervals as if it had a mind of its own.

I check my article comment section, Facebook and emails, to read contact from others around the world, and the 24-seven news, keeps me informed about what’s going on around the world and locally.

I walk in a grocery store, where aisle upon aisle is laden with food, much fresh, imported, from around the world, just there waiting for me to purchase what I want. And if I don’t feel like cooking, I can go around the corner, go to a drive-in, and purchase food already prepared.

Everyday I feel gratitude for so much I’m privileged to have at my finger tips. But it was not always this way. I grew up in the thirties Depression era, a time when wood was chopped for heat, clothes were washed by hand, and the soap used to clean, was made by hand. Water was drawn from a spring or a well. Food acquired from seeds planted and harvested by hand. Most of clothes made by hand. Quilts for cover, created by hand. Medicine for healing, grown on the farm or gathered from wild-life. And news from around the world received via a newspaper. And the only refrigeration, was placing food in cool spring water. Educated from books using a little number two kerosene oil lamp, I still have.

All of this was not so long ago, and I grew up healthy and happy, with parents whose word was their bond, worked hard, helped neighbors, independent and placed a high value on individual Freedom, and private property ownership. And respected the values of others, neighbors, family and friends, who lived by a similar value system.

But even back then I watched as things changed dramatically during the Socialist reign of President Franklin Roosevelt. He came into power, implementing a slew of laws, and declaring war that changed a way of life forever. Began a rulership over this nation, implementing so many laws, policies and edicts, it was the real beginning of the demise of private property ownership and curtailment of personal freedom.

So many changes, some good and improvements in a way of life, but much detrimental to the very foundation of the Principles upon which this nation was founded. So here we are today, living in this glorious push button era, so mired down in socialism, most totally ignorant of the real meaning of Freedom. And taboo in most areas to even discuss it anymore.

The “saddest words of tongue or men, are these three words, it might have been.” Was it necessary to make Freedom the sacrificial lamb, to arrive at this state of great technological advancement? I don’t think so, I think we became apathetic, and caught up in all the propaganda, spewed forth by political government, spurred on by a controlled news media, and the notion “others” are in a better position to know what’s best for us than we ourselves. In our thinking processes we fell for the lie which has been nurtured and promoted in schools and educational facilities, we work and pay dearly for. There’s nothing happenstance about the conditions we face today, which is the verge of collapse of the greatest nation on earth, that at one time provided the greatest good for the greatest number, living in Freedom.

Can the direction be reversed at this stage? Yes it can. But will it be? Not by any actions of a political government. Our only hope of change is in the thinking processes of the American Citizenry. Freedom is born, nurtured, and thrives only in the hearts and minds of individuals, and comes from desire of the individual.

We must return to thinking about Freedom, and understanding its meaning. What it is and what it is not. It is not a collective process.The Collectivism of Socialism is accomplished by politically voting it into being, but Freedom cannot not be. Freedom is not something one can acquire via a vote. It is hatched out of the minds and desires of the individual, who is willing to stand up and fight to obtain and sustain it. And vigilantly, watching over it acting with self-responsibility and exercising self-control. And is non-transferrable to someone else. Unlike so much in our lives today, it is not a product of push-button activity. It’s an invisible push-button, in the minds and souls of individuals, which must be activated by the individual.

It cannot be packaged, bottled, bought and sold, like a bag of peanuts. There’s an invisibility to Freedom, that is manifested out of the hearts and minds of those who desire it. Like air and wind, we cannot see Freedom, only the results of it or the absence of it, in the actions and lives of individuals. Is it an unfed Flame? We don’t see it, but we know it when we have it, and miss it in its absence.

Where along the line did we become so insensitized to Freedom,we began believing we could train our youth to go off to another country, kill and be killed, to have Freedom? The Freedom we once had, was not born from other countries, but out of the hearts and minds of the revolutionaries, living in bondage perpetrated from other countries, who decided to throw off the bondage of the yoke of Socialism from outsiders.

In this Presidential election year of 2012, we have just celebrated Memorial Day, and 4th of July celebrations are just around the corner. What better time than now, to stop and reflect upon that which we once had and lost? Why can’t we stop and think and talk about the real meaning of Freedom, change our way of thinking about it? Why can’t we stop and talk about Why it became taboo to discuss it? Which is a good place to start.
A quote from Admiral Gene LaRocque: “I hate it when they say, He gave his life for his country. Nobody gives their life for anything. We steal the lives of these kids, we take it away from them. They don’t die for the honor and glory of their country, we kill them.”

And another quote, from Ron Paul: “When one person can initiate war, by its definition, a Republic no longer exists.”



Email: annecleveland@bellsouth.net

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3 Responses to WHERE YOUR THOUGHTS ARE, YOU ARE (Issue 738)

  1. I never lived in those times before the push-button age, but I have chosen many times to walk away from that for a while. It’s not the same thing, of course, but it has given me an appreciation of the ability to make fire in a primitive situation without matches. It has given me an appreciation of clean, safe drinking water that I didn’t have to find, filter, and sterilize for myself.

    I have kerosene lanterns all over my house (I love them and collect them) and don’t mind at all when the electricity goes out. I have a wind-up “Victrola” replica and old foxtrot “75s” to play on it.

    Has this given me more of an appreciation for freedom? Or, has my independent nature made me appreciate the simpler things?

  2. Jennah says:

    HHIS I should have thuohgt of that!

  3. Roman says:

    It’s good to see someone thinking it throguh.