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Politics and the Past

I find myself feeling very stressed about the current political climate here in the United States.  And I keep asking myself questions:  Is it really that bad?  Am I just being more empathic than normal? What is causes me so much emotional and physical stress and pain?  Is my health deteriorating?  Am I remembering something?

Often with past life memories current situations that are relevant to past experiences will often ring resounding alarms bells in one’s soul.   I don’t actually recall ever being a part of a revolution.  But I saw the results of the French Revolution, and it was hideous.  I was part of a military force that was sent by Empress Marie Teresa to pick up her daughter and grandchildren.  We would have taken Louie if it was desired by him as well, but when we arrived….the absolute murder and carnage was frightening. If I had not been a part of a very well trained heavily armed military force, I would have been worried that I would have been murdered as well and for no reason other than someone could grab me and steal stuff.  They were killing for fun, revenge, for the pleasure of the power of taking another’s life and liberty.   It was the unbridled party of the sick and depraved.  The piles of corpses next to their coliseum like execution gallows were decadent in the amount of dead.  I remember seeing carts of people being taken away and one young girl about 13 or 14 dressed in a peachy silken dress was holding a little boy about 9 years old and she called out to us for help.  My heart went out to this striking young beauty and I wondered what a child could have done to warrant being hauled away in a prisoners’ cart.

Later when the so called people in charge had informed us that our Empress’s daughter had been slaughtered and the urge to lay waste to the whole city was being repressed, we rode out of that wasteland of humanity and much to my dismay and horror I saw a headless corpse of the same peachy silken dress that I had seen earlier.  This memory seems to be burned into my soul.  The absolute injustice of the whole thing….  The gruesome joy that men and women took in murdering and tormenting their fellow man in such a gleeful party like fashion….  These people were all so pretentiously puffed up with self importance that they did not see the depths that they had sunken to.

I don’t want to experience that again.

I keep telling myself that this won’t happen in the United States and that people here are good souls and won’t lose their minds.  But at one time French people must have thought the same thing along with all the other countries of Europe.

I am seeing such a great polarization of the population of this country, and it is scary.  I keep waiting for that one small incident that will set people over the edge and then Hell will break lose.  A perfect time to invade or attack all those far away places that we have attached our influence to….  Not a nice thought, but a possibility.

If we are doomed to repeat history because we ignore it, then logically, if we pay attention to history and recognize what is happening here (by the way it’s very much like old Rome here just before it fell apart), then we should be able to do something positive to prevent the strife or at least reduce it while working to fix what has been broken.  People have to open their eyes and see what they are doing and this very much also includes people of wealth and power.  Intelligent thoughtful actions by some of the more powerful people can go a long way in reducing the carnage and destruction, and yes, it will cost them money, but the investment will pay off so richly in the future.  Suffering masses are being manipulated and eventually this will turn ugly unless wise action is taken.

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