While the first verse of “The Star-Spangled Banner” is widely known by the American public, the last three verses are generally omitted in performances. Here are all the four verses, as they were written 200 years ago by Key:
O say can you see, by the dawn’s early light,
What so proudly we hail’d at the twilight’s last gleaming,
Whose broad stripes and bright stars through the perilous fight
O’er the ramparts we watch’d were so gallantly streaming?
And the rocket’s red glare, the bombs bursting in air,
Gave proof through the night that our flag was still there,
O say does that star-spangled banner yet wave
O’er the land of the free and the home of the brave?
On the shore dimly seen through the mists of the deep
Where the foe’s haughty host in dread silence reposes,
What is that which the breeze, o’er the towering steep,
As it fitfully blows, half conceals, half discloses?
Now it catches the gleam of the morning’s first beam,
In full glory reflected now shines in the stream,
’Tis the star-spangled banner—O long may it wave
O’er the land of the free and the home of the brave!
And where is that band who so vauntingly swore,
That the havoc of war and the battle’s confusion
A home and a Country should leave us no more?
Their blood has wash’d out their foul footstep’s pollution.
No refuge could save the hireling and slave
From the terror of flight or the gloom of the grave,
And the star-spangled banner in triumph doth wave
O’er the land of the free and the home of the brave.
O thus be it ever when freemen shall stand
Between their lov’d home and the war’s desolation!
Blest with vict’ry and peace may the heav’n rescued land
Praise the power that hath made and preserv’d us a nation!
Then conquer we must, when our cause it is just,
And this be our motto – “In God is our trust,”
And the star-spangled banner in triumph shall wave
O’er the land of the free and the home of the brave.
O’ deluded African Americans this nation never was nor is now your home…nor was this song written with you in mind or heart…
under the sacred guidance of the Ancestors…
whose spirits yet live within the heart of this woman…
I reconnected with…rededicated my soul to…
the Divine Mystery of Creation…
today…at my altar…
I re-pledged my life to
right here…right now…
in this “melting pot” of humanity…
amidst the turmoil…darkness…and confusion…
the “Gods” are “cooking up“
a new people…
and I am all hemmed in and don’t know what to do…
where to go…
which way to turn…
who to listen to…
what to choose…
When we first begin to awaken, we Brujas…Women of God…Goddesses and Divine Feminine Beings, we realize that this 3-D “reality” is not static…unbending or unyielding to our human will; and that we not only influence what becomes form but can actually “will” or “create” with our minds what becomes form—much to the ego’s delight.
Years are then spent manipulating our reality plus the realities of those who come to us in droves, paying us cold hard cash to manipulate their realities for them and/or teach them how to smooth out the rough spots in their own lives, i.e., lack of money, no lover, horrible lover, terrible job and on and on and on.
Finally, if we are not too ego-maniacal, we tire of creating and recreating the same nonsense over and over again, never finding that deep, soul-satisfying and lasting human scenario that would make living in this third dimension truly meaningful, purposeful and fulfilling. And that is when the ego begins the process of awakening to itself and to the falseness of its self-appointed ruler-ship of our being. Thus, begins the slow and painful death of the ego’s rule and the emergence of the rule of The Divine Feminine (or, what I, affectionately refer to as: La Diosa Adentro) which has lain hidden all of one’s life, in a secret fold of the heart; waiting for just this season of change…this death and rebirth that comes before the Resurrection of Inner Wisdom, Knowledge and Understanding: the beginning of one’s Sacred Role of Service to one’s “tribe” and to humanity in general.
Thus, in the sunset years of our lives, we become Brujas Ancianas…Wise Women…Tribal Elders…Goddesses-in-the-flesh and the real Holy Work and purpose of this journey to the here-now begins to unfold in…through and as all that we are and do…in these temporary and temporal roles of human beings on planet earth. Aşe.
Sitting at my Healing Altar in my Sacred Space is a daily ritual. Were it not for the time spent each day sitting in the Silence surrounded by my Companions-in-Spirit, I would surely be a mad woman. As it is, this daily ritual anchors me to the Divine within; and sets the Tone and Energy of my day. And each day, one step at a time, I move slowly towards total and complete At-One-Ment with That Which Causes All There Is Into Being. I am learning that life is a process and that “God” is who I am.
One’s Sacred Space is
It is the place to which one returns
Day after day…
At the same time each day…
It is the meeting place of
The Unseen Ones…
The Inner Companions…
The Invisible Spirits that accompany one
On one’s journey through TimeSpace…
The Altar is a Portal and the
Focal Point of one’s Sacred Space…
One places upon the Altar three-dimensional objects that symbolize
Energetic Intelligences and Transmitters of Energetic Frequencies which
Stimulate and awaken aspects of humanity’s sleeping consciousness which are
Vital for the further evolution of humankind and preservation of planet earth…
(More to come about the nature of personal Sacred Space and the compelling reasons during these difficult times for creating Sacred Space within one’s own home or office.)
(copyright: Toni Roberts; 1/01/1018)
Designate Sacred Space in your home and/or office with an original “Healing Altars” photograph by Toni Roberts. http://toniroberts.imagekind.com
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