Socrates 2020 interview: A Patriot-Angel’s letter to family and friends about the American Revolution 2.0/Great Awakening on the verge of epic Victory (epilogue)

“I know your heart been broke again.
I know your prayers ain’t been answered yet.
I know you’re feeling like you got nothing left.
Well, lift your head, it ain’t over yet, ain’t over yet. So,
Move! Keep walking. Soldier, keep movin’ on.
Move! Keep walkin’ until the morning comes.
I can hold your hand, 
but I can’t turn your eyes to freedom!” 
 ~  Move by TobyMac

“Spirits are using me.
A larger voice is calling.
What Heaven brought You and Me
cannot be forgotten.”
 ~ Southern Cross by CSN

“Be good, and you will be lonesome.
Be lonesome, and you will be free.
Live a lie, and you’ll live to regret it.
That’s what living is to me.”
 ~ What Living is to Me by Jimmy Buffet

Note: all academic documentation of alleged factual conditions are at the end of the “interview.” Warning: Socrates and I speak the language of those executed for “corrupting the young.”

4 AM in front of my computer at our family office, as every morning for about ten years to absorb current events, relevant histories, and have solitude to write what calls me. Surprisingly, my FaceTime box opens with a photo of Socrates’ face mugging in front of the Acropolis through its propylaea entrance, with the statue of Athena Promachos prominent in the background: the Athens of his day I visited last November. I accept the call; visual goes full on my 27” screen. Socrates is sitting with a smooth, sculpted, white villa with pool and ocean visible (similar to this). Whatever technology Socrates has allows this view to move and change in captivating cinematic beauty as if a finished movie of my world.

Carl: (at near whisper) Soc…

Socrates: (gently interrupting with broad grin) Don’t worry, Brother, I’ve constructed a sound barrier between upstairs and you to not awaken your family. 

(Our dog, May, has popped up from her bed underneath my wife’s work station, “talking” excitedly. I pick her up on my lap so she can see her friend.)

May! 

(playful and loving, with camera smoothly creating a closeup of Socrates’ face) 

Hey good girl! You’re such a good girl! Oh, yes, I love you, too. And yes, this is Alcibiades, 

(a stunningly beautiful and majestic rainbow-colored bird like a parrot mixed with a large eagle swoops from behind Socrates to gently land on his shoulder) 

who graces our family with his visits. Ok. If he wants…

(Alcibiades disappears, and then appears on the ground in our office on the ground about ten feet away. He spreads his gorgeous wings to a span of about 6 feet, makes a sound I think is bird laughter, and hops playfully to May, who respectfully and excitedly greets him with nose gently extended. May crouches in universal wolf language to play. Alcibiades squawks and hops in acceptance. Socrates and I will discuss as these two play and touch in loving athleticism around our downstairs. Eventually they will lie down together in May’s bed, with May moving her nose deep into Alcibiades’ feathers to take-in her presence with her most powerful sense, with the bird taking turns to lovingly groom May.)

Socrates: (to me) May asked if I live with any animals, then if she could meet them. Alcibiades asked if I could facilitate a visit, which I did. Is that alright as background to a conversation about Earth’s impending victory over the Dark Children, Carl?

Carl: Yes. Victory, you say, Soc?

Socrates: Yes. The gates are opening, with the light breaking for all to see. You have a job in this, Carl, exactly as my Allegory of the Cave to bring this light with love to those whose eyes will burn. 

I know you understand what this means.

Carl: I’m ready, Brother. So ready.

Socrates: Good. I have another invitation: write a letter to your family and friends to explain what you’ve been doing in this Angelic War from your identity as an Angel.

Carl: “As an Angel”?

Socrates: Simply as we’ve stated: you are a messenger of the Gods, Carl, to communicate your planetary God’s will for Ascension. This is the whole purpose of your incarnation, your Divine mission: 
  • Fight and win the war for what you framed as “a world that works for everyone with no one left out” and publicly named The Great Awakening or American Revolution 2.0, 
  • Share what you’ve documented over a decade in your writing as a professional historian and activist to be among the teachers to remove the lies and replace them with truth, 
  • Assist in Earth humans’ engagement with that history along with the choices their souls now face as Earth’s Goddess completes her mission to graduate. 
So yes, say whatever you want with the mantle of your true identity. The rest of this incarnation, Brother, is for you to clearly emit your energies in invitation and demonstration for Earth humans’ choice to ascend to the Angelic realm themselves, if that’s where they wish to earn their existence.

Carl: I’m inviting them to join our path for virtue, as one living in that realm.

Socrates: Exactly. 

Carl: Ok. I’m on it.

Socrates: (broad smile) And Carl, you will have choices of what to do and where to go once this mortal existence is done. We have openings here (indicating his home) that I will recommend your application if that is of interest.

(I’m given a vision of Socrates’ planet of evolved consciousness: a Star Trek-like diverse, indescribably beautiful environment of harmony and creativity unbound by Earth’s Evil. This takes a few seconds in my time, but the visit was deeper, touching what I can only describe as my heart and soul.)

You can close your mouth now, Brother. This is just one option of many attractions! And knowing you, you’ll visit many to inform your choice!

I’ll let you work. 

Alcibiades. (the bird hops off May’s bed, walks to my desk, and presents himself to me in introduction)

Carl: (to Al) Hey. Nice to meet you. You’re beautiful and majestic, Brother. 

(Al extends his head to me, which I gently stroke. He steps back, extends his wings in graceful power, “laughs” and vanishes)

Socrates: Call me when you’re ready with a draft, Brother. Peace out. (Socrates ends the call with a loving smile)

(I recommend James Corbett’s letter in the opposite view of Evil’s win)

I think about what to write. I want to be truthful, but know being too direct does not communicate. Whoa. I get an idea for a Dad Joke to snare Socrates. I’ll write a fake letter for him that is totally inappropriately truthful with ideas not yet imaginable to my friends and family. My Brother and Sister Angels will appreciate the dark humor, as will I.

The proof of a reader being communicated with too directly is their response that what they heard is nonsense, but without understanding what ideas were communicated. Any reactionary response without clarifying understanding is obviously childish. An adult response would be something like, “ This is curious. What do you mean with x? In helpful offering, what I hear is y.” 

We messengers have nothing to say until we verify understanding. We live that any thought of attack is cowardice and vicious: execution of a messenger without understanding the message! What evil, and what a lie!

Enduring such attacks has been our entire “active service” life as messengers of a brighter future to humanity tortured by literal demons. There is no harm of another attack to good-faith offering of truth; indeed, the attacks have taught us how to rise above them with no strike touching. What this means is to apply only reasonable self-defense to deflect attacks back at the attacker: “Who is the conspiracy theorist when you repeat verifiable lies fed to you by corporate media?”  for example.

The “hits” of humans are at an emotional level, my Brothers and Sisters. Rise above them, for they are not based on factual reality. None are real. Rise above to the realm of science where the rants of upset children have no effect other than motivation to move away from their tables and seek more refined company.

Anyway, as the goal is communication, then my best good-faith work would be something less than fully direct. But I can use direct truth as parody. Good parody can be close enough to the truth for my purpose to hit Socrates with the best Dad Joke yet.

I write both letters. I “sleep on them,” then adjust until I feel right. 

I FaceTime Socrates.

Socrates responds with a camera angle above him, big belly-up, swimming in calm beautiful pale blue ocean water. There’s a slight glow around his body that seems to provide greater buoyancy and more comfortable reclining position. The camera alters angle as the glow brings Socrates into a comfortable sitting position.

Socrates: Carl! How are you?

Carl: Great, Brother! Wow! You do live in Paradise! It is literal Heaven!

Socrates: (chuckles) Yes, yes. It really is heavenly here, Brother. And you only perceive a small fraction of its layered beauty. Your human form has been severely limited, Carl. You see, but don't feel its beauty. 

 But you'll be home soon enough, and it will be good to have you back when your mission is done. 

Carl: So. We share a home? We’re some kind of family?

Socrates: (laughs) You’re so funny! Oh, younger Brother! We’re all Divine Family in the next Dimension up. 

Carl: Oh, yeah. The Dimension thing. I can’t imagine home and family how you live it in your extra Dimension of Power.

Socrates: Exactly. How do you imagine we see it, Carl?

Carl: We’re all eternally loved and loving. It really is a Dimension up, like the highest ideal we can imagine times ten. Maybe more. You feel Home because you have become One with Home. We only dimly feel that here on Earth as Humans. It’s a Calling, though. Once you’ve heard Home’s call, it’s a priority. 

You see us as a kind of Being bred to have so little Connection to Home that we’d allow torture, slavery, war, poverty, crushing debt, constant fear, constant “official” lies about everything and anything important, vicious attacks through frequencies, poisons, and constant physical, emotional and mental attacks by a Higher-Dimension of Evil over us sucking all the energy out that Evil can. We have so little experience of Home and Family that we cower rather than defend Home and Family with all we Are. We are feed-animals to this Evil: a literal Animal Farm run by selfish evil pigs just smart enough to torture gullible animals for slave-work, food, and sadistic entertainment. 

Except in our Farm Animal version, the pigs fuck our children after raising them in poverty. And then they carve their faces off, drain their blood and drink it.

Socrates: Ouch.

Carl: Exactly. We’ve nothing close to feeling home when innocent people are martyred by the pigs. The pigs kill Messengers when they stop hearing either silence or sheeple-laughter about what Messengers say or do. Earth is managed by the pigs as a total Hell-hole. We have no idea what a home is, or anything else about its delights. 

So, to endure this Hell as best you can with whatever’s left of anything good that isn’t extracted by the pigs in labor disguised as taxes, laws, and sadistic pleasures in wars they construct among themselves for us to fight each other as spun-up children put into cage-fighting until death is what we call “home.” 

Yeah, find a corner in that cage and feel at home!

I’m sorry. Touchy subject. I’ve said enough.

Socrates: (grin) You’re feelin’ it, Bro. It’s a requirement to earn your way up here in Heaven. You know the saying you have to storm the gates of Heaven?

Carl: Yeah. It’s literally fucking true but in an inverse way. This is such a Hell-hole planet of constant misery that anyone wanting to resonate with Home will interact with this over-riding stronger frequency from the Evil. 

The more you try to have Earth be a nice place, the more you’ll get attacked. 

It’s kind of like this 3-minute video, but not quite: 


It’s kind of like storming the Gates of Hell to have Heaven again. Or the difference between our ability on Earth to feel “at Home” is the difference between the quality “being at home” for the characters at the beginning of the scene versus the end. It’s the difference of crazy hate, rage, and deadly war that kills those standing for virtue and locks the slaver into that heartless evil identity never feeling at Home. 

Home in your realm of Heaven is an unimaginable paradigm versus even the best of what we have on Earth.

Moana storms the gates of Hell, Brother for the Love of Heaven. Now, that story had a happy ending, but if Moana had failed in any way to transmit the Love of our Higher Selves through that green glowing heart-stone that automatically calls one Home, then poor Maui would have had his ass handed to him in exactly the treatment the pigs give us with their greater powers compared to more simple animals. 

In the clip, Te Fiti softens to the message of Love in her sacred heart she has been robbed of, and will instantly recognize as what completes her. So we humans must walk the path of Moana to Te Ka, the evil version of the heartless Te Fiti, but without having the fucking heart to offer! 

So we get killed over and over, praying for help, cause in our Farm Animal, it’s just us as Moana without power. We need super water powers or demi-gods or magic rocks or some shit, otherwise, Te Ka obliterates Maui, and we’re just worthless little bugs to that unleashed all-powerful evil.

Socrates: Very good. I like the analogy, teacher.

Carl: I have another one. Want it?

Socrates: Hit me.

Carl: You see us like going up to a super-pissed armed cannibal-gangster who’s a genuine psychopath, and asking if he’d like to accept the Love of God. We’re not asking anybody anything in our regular lives, but by having a Soul we Shine light that’s a calling to God/One. We don’t know this is a gangster who's armed, and kills all the time. Humans see that the gangster likes to trick us into believing his power for evil is power for good. He’ll laugh with us if we’re funny enough, just like any gangster does. The gangster wants to fuck all he thinks as cute. But gangsters always fuck you up when they get bored playing with prey. He might kill you fast, but he likes inflicting pain, so it’s gonna’ be slow most of the time. He kills whatever he wants. 

 If you accept slavery to him, he might let you serve him. 

So our experience on Earth of Love and Home is whatever’s left being gang-stalked. If we stand-up and draw attention, it’s certain attack, torture, and/or death. If we accept Hell, we witness all its evil and constantly pay the taxes to fund Hell. Or we could join Team Hell.

That’s what it’s like living here. No love. No Home. Except in our imaginations, and what we might secure in a family or among a few friends.

Socrates: Poignant. Thank you, Brother.

 Carl: One more?

 Socrates: Go.

 Carl: We’re in this Emperor’s New Clothes endgame I’ve imagined for years. The human condition is like this 3-minute scene from A Bug’s Life:

Socrates: By Pixar, who earned your computer engineer wife’s help for data storage, protection, and back-up immediately after that movie. Yes, Carl, excellently and artistically demonstrated!

 Carl: So! Ready for the letter?

 Socrates: Wait. I know you have at least one more. I want to hear.

 Carl: It's like the Evil is an Apex-Predator at maximum population growth. They feed off of sheeple. I don't think people appreciate the reality that they are free-range feed-animals to predators as dominating as The Predator movie. The Predator Class feel they deserve domination for as long as the prey continue the idiocracy to allow Predators ruling sheeple. And the predators mock us till death do us part: “official” bullshit paperwork to crush any ingenuity, “official” bullshit policy and taxes to constantly have the sheeple pay the predators to torture sheeple as they transfer more and more wealth to those psychopaths, “official” institutions doing the opposite of what they say: health care that weakens us, child services that kidnap and abuse children, education that stupefies, and on and on.

It was so fucking hopeless, Soc.

(sigh) If Q is true, then this is likely my last pre-victory essay.

 If Q is false, then our history repeats yours of Ancient Greece for civil war.

 (smirk) But again, I feel this plot is at it's climax for our victory. We'll see, as my dad would say.

 Ok. The letter?

Socrates: Yes! Just highlight on your computer what you want me to have, please.

(I do so. Socrates closes his eyes to see the following)

     Beloved lower Dimensional Beings,

     You were Satan’s Spawn; bred to serve and protect pedavore demons. 

     Human Beings are famous in Creation as the most grotesquely tortured souls; crushed into evil in brutal force more than Angels could previously imagine. Your enslavement was so total that you accepted your lives as mind-controlled Satanic bitches in exchange for false promises to receive slightly less torture.

     You were pathetic. 

     You were so dominated by Evil that you even rejected God’s Angels sent to help you. 

     You actively voted for either Demon Obama or Demon Bush, despite being constantly bitch-slapped by both Left and Right arms of those psychopathic, shit-selling suits. You were irrecoverably stupid despite the best work of Angels to shine light on Truth. Satan openly taunted you with in your face lies, hideous crimes, and false flag attacks before dunking on you again and again with wars, debt, poverty, and constant fear while literally eating your children. 

     We Angels lived among you and brought you Light and Love for basic Truth and Justice on your planet. And we found you, our younger Brothers and Sisters, preferred the Darkness in perhaps 49 of every 50 of our Divine offers of Peace. “Angels are a Dimension above Humans” means that we resonate at energetic frequencies of virtue/Light that humans can’t decode. Our messages were mostly noise to you; you couldn’t decode it, so you called it “crazy conspiracy theories” or whatever cognitive dissonance-label your monkey-mind poo-threw first in irrational evasion.

      Any attitude you’re reading from me in this communication is my fault for not accepting your limitations. And, the facts I point to stand.

     Angels are the first to tell you: our channel for the Light of the One isn’t strong. But we  humbly did our best in fulfillment of Virtue’s calling. We called to you in your Emperor’s New Clothes tragic-comedy of tolerating naked evil empire parading before you, annually killing millions, harming billions, and looting trillions. 

      But, noooooo! You preferred the Dark. 

     You hear me yet, family and friends?

     So we fought the Evil on your behalf.  And we fought despite your weak-ass “educated” factless opinions to “attack” us, tacit invitations to not end your slavery, but to join it. 

     Wow.

     We Angels were engaged in what you now know was and is the greatest story ever on Earth, and you wanted no part in it. We were like super-nice and helpful Clark Kent/superheroes fighting total evil to literally “save the world,” yet you just made fun of us. 

     You were the swine Jesus warned us about to not throw our pearls before ‘cuz you’d do exactly what you did: trample us. Our own family and friends. WTF, right?

     To be fair, you gave us spiritual workouts to refine our messages. Fair enough. So we had to fight the world and you. Ok. Fine. God’s will, so we work with those limits. We would have preferred some love and support in more traditional expressions, but that was all you could offer living in Hell. We empathize with your fucked-up condition. That’s why we came to help you, our beloved younger Brothers and Sisters :)

     But what you didn’t know was this: We Angels as your older Brothers and Sisters were just the first of your Divine Family on the scene to help. We came to your side in hopes you would recognize your own Brother or your own Sister to take your hand and guide you forward to solve these ridiculous and obvious tricks and torture of the pedavores. But Who also came were the adults, who battled the Big Demons for us, and our Law Enforcement who secured a perimeter to make sure no demon could escape justice for what they did to you.

     In summary: We Angels could reach about 2% of you, with the rest spewing bullshit-hate to snap and bite our hands of love. Example: All those fucking wars you supported by not standing with the Angels to demand arrests of the murderous War Criminal “leaders” prove you stood with the enemy in their single most destructive policy. Even though we Angels presented you with irrefutable proof those wars were lie-started and Orwellian-illegal, you stood with the Satanists! 

     Sisters and Brothers, in all love and respect for your suffering, I gently ask, “Do you see now what total dumb-asses you were, and how fucked-up it was to attack us when we were right about everything important?” 

     I mean, really. Take your time on that question.

     We endured your bullshit because of our love for You/Us/One, which is the sacred light and gift of Angels.

     We Angels are the first to tell you we’re not that smart to see the shit we pointed to. But even our dumb asses could see a few facts that made all those “official” bullshit explanations fucking impossible in all their crimes and tortures. And what, I offered maybe 100 areas of game-changing facts and evidence such as 9/11, JFK/MLK/RFK assassinations, hundreds of trillions you were looted, and on and on.

     But you couldn’t even talk to us in one area, let alone join us. You didn’t even want to know. You should hat-tip Satan for the awesome red team their crew was. They kicked your ass over and over, like Mike Tyson against a 3rd-Grader to paraphrase Joe Rogan.

     The Angels certainly respect this opponent. 

     We were privileged to serve you, as the greater the sacrifice to help you, the greater we grow in experience and expression of virtue. And you were so fucked-up that you’ll thank us forever for coming in this Hell-hole to even try. We’re forever in your Hall of Fame for Beings with no way to ever fuck up that status below eating babies.

      As bad as all this is, it’s not your fault. You were victims. You were totally outmatched, as we Angels discovered. 

     And here’s the great news: you humans will become beautiful beyond your ability to imagine, kind of like a special flower buried in so much bullshit you had to work harder than any other to reach the Light. And that struggle shaped you to become a unique beauty among us! 

     We know, we know. You don’t feel that way yet ‘cuz you’re still covered in shit. But we’ll help you clean yourselves up, show you a mirror, and you’ll see! Y’all are like Cinderella compared to those Satanists you believed in entertainment, politics, science, and the rest. You learned lessons of virtue only the extremely tortured can with the narrow channels left to you! I know you can’t hear this, but you’ll see. 

     I promise: You will see how uniquely beautiful and powerful you really are.

     A significant reward of our Heroic Victory is that we get you as best friends forever as your beloved and loving older Brothers and Sisters. You’ll hold us in honor forever after you discover the full truth and after whatever healing you need from the trauma of living in Hell for soooooo long. So it’s ok if you fight us a while longer, if you really see no higher light yet, and are still fucked-up. 

     You’ll thank us either now or later.

     God didn’t punish you; this was all Divine experimental error along with God’s Timeline being far more extensive in Dimension and complete with inspection than our perceptions in one lifetime. So part of the experimental “clean-up” was beautiful Angels like us getting our asses kicked by crazy mobs of mind-controlled Satanist-defenders like you. Our sacrifice to endure your bat-shit insanity was necessary to demonstrate how much of higher Gods’ help was needed. 

     You know: our older Siblings and Adults have shit to do in Their own lives, and we only called them in ‘cuz we, too, got our asses kicked.

     In conclusion, and not the least of these points, if you could start expressing a little more love rather than the shit you gave us while saving you, we’d appreciate it. But only when you’re healed and ready.

     I love you either way, as do all your Angelic Family, even if you still choose to be an enraged and irreconcilable destructive animal. But just at a distance if that’s the case.

     We are All One Always, All ways,

     Your Loving older Brother, Carl

**

(Socrates bites. I stay deadly Dad Joke serious, ready to strike final victory on our equal playing field. I watch Soc intensely: he doesn’t know how to respond, and wondering how to explain just how bad that letter is. I let him squirm.)

Socrates: Carl. This is truthful, but I wonder: isn’t it the same directness you found ineffective? And isn’t it a tad long for their attention span?

Carl: Really? I thought it too soft and indirect. Shouldn’t it have more punch?

Socrates: (gazing at me. I project sincerity.) No, it’s, it’s … almost as if you’re writing a catharsis how you felt to tell your Angel colleagues rather than a communication for your friends and family. I don’t think the humans will hear it. They'll feel worse.

Carl: (deadpan, close to breaking) I think those who have learned something of the truth will appreciate the humor.

Socrates: (looking intently at me again as he senses incoherence. I slip and project mental duping delight. Soc catches it. He raises an eyebrow and escalates into a “Dad staring contest.”) 

This is your letter.

Carl: (regrouping) It’s honest.  

(I feel Socrates on the outskirts of my mind, demonstrating complete capacity to look and discover at will, like amassing overwhelming forces at my weak mental gates)

Carl: (grin) Ok, I surrender. But I still claim victory. I had you going.

Socrates: You did. (nods in dad joke character, then breaks out laughing) Oh! (laughs fully) I’ll share that with my Team! That’s a good one! And I, I underestimated you to think that was real! What a sucker!

Carl: Value of a red team, Brother. Lessons learned in war. But I’m ready for this friendlier improv competitions.

Socrates: (back to joy) Exactly! That’s what I meant earlier what a privilege it is to be here on Earth, and especially now! The unprecedented challenge to take on a red team who took over an entire planet’s dimensions below them! Whoa! An entire planet of crushing slavery and Satanism! What a challenge to call out the best in all virtues to respond! What competition! Only the best stepped-up, and only the best of the best were called, Brother. Anyway, good one. Best yet. I’m going to need something good to top that one. (nods in confidence) 

Oh, and by the way, can you now see that what we call evil is a similar joke, but played on the highest scale? Isn’t humor just a contrast of one thing not going with another?

Carl: Divine humor. I guess you grow into it. Still tastes bitter to me.

Socrates: I know, right? Now to step down a Dimension: please be gentle with humans. They were tortured, and need deep healing. 

But they will laugh later. And now, such strong and dark humor is too soon.

Carl: (totally serious) Understood and agreed. That letter was just for our Brothers and Sisters ready to shake their heads and laugh at how challenging our mission was. They need healing, too.

Socrates: Yes. I appreciate your beginnings in that direction, and hope it lightens the PTSD of your fellow Angels exiting combat. 

What’s your real letter?

I highlight this:

     Loved ones, 
     I’m glad you’re still alive to read this.

     We won a war with consequences greater than your capacity to imagine, and you will discover as you learn what this war was about, its real history, and the unimaginably bright future we all stand before.

     Please allow me to complete some personal thoughts and feelings.

     I apologize for my being “distracted” since 1977 to fight in this war. I tried to share with you, my beloved family and friends, and discovered my role in leadership to engage in this war meant I would go first, and relatively alone. 

     It was my love for you, and the love with my fellow messengers that carried me through. In my experience, I was at war for 43 years to save humanity, our wondrous animals, the plants, and the minerals themselves who you will discover also shine the Light of God.

      The stakes were literally life or death. 

      Because you were blind and deaf to this war (but felt its effects), I had to work as a kind of spy. I saw no other way to get the work done to help win this war. I hope you now understand. I did the best I could imagine. It took everything I had.

     Your sporadic attacks upon me were not entirely your fault. We messengers for a brighter future quickly discovered that the evil ones programming humanity through corporate media and public education, mind-controlled you to attack us on their behalf. You were not strong enough to stand for yourselves, so we stood for you.

     But this is now history, and we all look forward together to living in literal Heaven, which is, of course, the Home We Angels stand for and defend with our lives. 

     I apologize for my failure to communicate the message that we are, and always were, Angels to save you, and all the beings on this beautiful and previously-tortured planet. It was, of course, impossible to communicate to you with much success. Perhaps 2% of human beings could receive that message, enslaved by propaganda as you were. 

     You hear, see, and sense the message now!

     You do not need to apologize for attacking me, your fear, and even your hatred. For whatever you need, I’m here for you. I also apologize for antagonizing you with messages you could not hear, for as you are my family and friends, you were my test subjects to measure receptivity. 

     I have nothing more to tell you about data points for your freedom because now you are free. 

     Do what you will. I love you. I look forward to the discovery of what love is possible between and among us now on this beautiful jewel of a planet as a community of humans, animals, plants, and minerals.

     I wish you all, my beloved Brothers and Sisters, healing in all aspects of your being. 

     I wish you fun in full creative power to discover and fulfill your unique, beautiful, and powerful Self-expressions :)

     I Love you all with All, 
     Carl

Socrates: That’s more like it. Ok. Share it whenever you feel the time is right.

Carl: Thank you. I will. Hey, Soc, why did you choose Alcibiades to name that gorgeous hawk-parrot spirit?

Socrates: (smiles) Alcibiades was the best student I had who was recruited by Satan. Alcibiades became a teacher to me about Evil, among many. He became a leading voice for the “forever wars” in my day. 

He was so effectively turned to evil that he had his fellow demonic minions blame me for his evil! How’s that for clever? Blame the best of humanity for the worst of evil’s outcomes so completely that humans choose to execute an Angel! Talk about inversion!

I wanted a reminder of this lesson to caution all my students. I also wanted a constant reminder what a great Soul I know Alcibiades is, and that even when souls fall with the terrible price they all pay, they are still the beautiful exotic beings I experienced with young Alcibiades. 

Carl: What happened to him, Soc?

Socrates: He was trapped here on Earth. When you sell your soul to Satan, you still pay all the Karma for the evil you channel. 

He’s free now, along with all the other souls trapped here on this planet with histories going back to another tortured planet in most cases.

Carl: So his lifetime of riches in Greece generated Karma to be born into cycles of poverty and being war-murdered?

Socrates: In perfect, balanced energy frequency, yes. (sighs in empathy) He’s one of the Souls I thought most about, and the closest to me personally with the greatest Karmic chains to bind him to Earth. 

Carl: How’d he do to burn that Karma 0ff? Did he rise to become a White Hat?

Socrates: Student-Teacher privacy, Brother. And that said, Angels can enter the holodeck we were in anytime to access whatever history you want to know. Next Dimensional knowledge, Brother! “Nothing shall be hidden” means exactly that. All at this Dimension and above have total access to all data below.

But when I do see Alcibiades I will tell him, “I told you so.” In gentle humor, that is. After his fucked-up ass is healed. That shouldn’t be funny, but it will be when Alcibiades gains a little altitude. He thought Evil’s party would never end, so he joined it. 

Anyway, thank you for writing that letter. Both of them. 

Is there any other way I can be of service at this time, Brother?

Carl: Can you tell me when victory will be obvious to all?

Socrates: No. I can only work with what you already see. What do you see?

Carl: Americans are presented with harsher and harsher contrasts between bullshit lies of parasites wanting to shoot us with vaccines after bankrupting us under house arrest while lying that this torture and death is “for our safety” AND emerging data from ordinary Americans to prove that bullshit. 

Q said We are the news, and that is absolutely true. 

The exponential growth curve is visible. Breakthrough of state-change is imminent, like heated water becoming vapor. But right now, the agitated water feels the heat and is uncomfortable and afraid.

That said, I still can’t refute the possibility Q is Black Hat, and flypaper (thank you, Mike Bara) to freeze Patriots until Civil War 2.0 is unleashed. But if that’s true, fuck it. That’s God’s call to extend Hell, and we Patriots, we Angels are likely on a path of martyrdom for Heaven’s virtues. But again, I don’t sense that. 

I have no fear of God’s will, just a strong preference! 

Socrates: I can confirm we at higher Dimensions see the same. All data points to total victory, along with all history. If there are Dark Beings about to close us out to their victory, it would be unprecedented, but not unimaginable. 

All our Divine Assets see victory. 

We, too, always speculate what’s beyond our powers to see. Higher Dimensional Beings surprise us, too, with unimaginable vistas for our growth. But yeah, as far as we know and as we’ve discussed, this Solar System and Planetary problem is just a garden-variety experimental error where a higher-Dimensional Agent spilled accidentally into a lower Dimension and caused some burning.

Regrettable, yes. 

But accidents happen! We clean them up, learn, and go forward.

As above, so below.

Carl: Thank you for that, Brother. 

And thank you for your Service in our war. I appreciate you.

Socrates: Where We go One, We go All. You see the fractal Dimensional aspects to that saying now, right?

Carl: All ways and Always, Brother.

Socrates: Anything else?

Carl: I’m good. What are you up to today?

Socrates: We have a whole other phase of assistance we’re about to roll out, so a few meetings. You all are about to meet your Galactic Neighbors, and United Federation of Planets. (smiles)

Carl: Finally. Anything I can do more for you, Soc?

Socrates: You’re good, Brother. A pretty-perfect Angel!

Carl: Thanks. I try. Say hi to… 

(Alcibiades swoops powerfully in behind Socrates at full speed. Socrates rolls his eyes, as Al gracefully extends his 6-foot wings as parachute-braking to use his body for maximum splash to blast Soc. Somehow, the camera pans back to perfectly capture the scene, is also immersed in the splash, then instantly dries to crystal-clear picture.)

Alcibiades! Hey, Brother! 

(May is up in a heart-beat, fully barking in excitement. My office blurs in light, and I experience our four Souls in a higher Dimension of radiating energetic sphere-like Beings touching each other in appreciative sensing. May and Al express animal natures of ferocity and love in a beautiful harmonic more base than mine, with mine far less complex than Socrates’ extra-dimensional radiance. The experience is exquisite in a “tasting/feeling” of indescribable connection/attraction. Alcibiades “laughs” then flies his energy around us three times before we pop back into our own Dimensions)

Whoa! That’s different!

Socrates: (laughs) Welcome to Heaven, Brother! One can play with the animal Kingdom in more Domains than this one, whenever you wish!

(May howls in unique voice of a Calling to that Home. Alcibiades power-beats his wings to lift along the water, as Socrates “magical” camera pans back and around for full and beautiful capture. Socrates voice accompanies the view as it rises to see the green harmonious land and stunningly peaceful water.)

Until next time, Brother. 

We are One.

(My computer screen returns to normal.)

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"One day more!
Another day, another destiny,
on this never-ending road to Calvary!"
  ~ One Day More from Les Miserables 

The Big Picture: US ongoing illegal rogue state empire

You lived under an evil government with central policies in war, money, and lying that annually killed millions, harmed billions, and looted trillions, as the following documents. Consider a brief listing, just as Thomas Jefferson detailed crimes of his own government one year before official policy of gun confiscation in that previous revolution (I won't change the tense to past in this usual list I provide in all articles to substantiate factual claims):
  • Empires loot, plain and simple. American sheeple are, of course, targeted and looted by the tens of trillions. Monetary reform and public banking are two reforms documented since Ben Franklin wrote about colonial Pennsylvania operating without need to tax. Benefits of these two reforms are ~$1,000,000 per US household. You literally have nothing more valuable to learn, and must, or you can kiss your assets goodbye to “required austerity.” Economic solutions for a world that works for everyone with no-one left out have been documented since Bucky Fuller over 50 years ago.
  • The US is not limited government under a constitution, but systematically removing rights once asserted as God-given and secured by government to defend Life, Liberty, and pursuit of Happiness. US military and government employees are Oath-bound to recognize illegal and lying empire, refuse to obey illegal orders (there are no lawful orders for illegal Wars of Aggression), and arrest those who issue them.
  • Our “leaders” have poverty and war-murdered over 400 million people in just the last 25 years. The .01% "leaders" of "former" colonial/slave powers and "developed" nations promised the end of poverty since 1969 at global summits, with less than 1% GNI investment (a fraction of colonial looting) for a total ~10-year project for ~$1 trillion (about what the US annually invests for military). The 400+ million poverty deaths just since 1993 is more than deaths from all wars and violence of any kind in all human history. 
  • The ongoing reneged promises to end poverty with lying corporate media and public education complicity (see this astounding disinformation from the NY Times) means our "leaders" prefer unimaginable suffering and death rather than technically-simple solutions. 
  • Our .01% opponents overthrow democracies challenging global empire: 80+ since World War 2. 
  • They engage in democide: murder by government to keep our numbers low and weak through fluoride, vaccines, GMO non-foods, and many other attacks on our vitality (explore). 
  • People around the world view the US as the greatest threat to peace; voted three times more dangerous than any other country.
  • Since WW2, Earth has had 248 armed conflicts. The US started 201 of them.
  • These US armed attacks have killed ~30 million and counting; 90% of these deaths are innocent children, the elderly and ordinary working civilian women and men (and here). 
  • The annual number of poverty deaths is equal in volume to a Freedom Tower in NYC. “Leaders” of “developed” nations have promised the end of poverty since 1969. Better read that again, and reflect on its meaning of what kind of “leaders” we have in the “developed” world.
  • Since Operation O.I.L. (Operation Iraqi Liberation; yes, that was the oligarchs’ first name), 2.4 million Iraqis have been killed as a direct consequence. 
  • A dark, deep topic on its own: they are pedophiles.
The most accurate label of the US government is rogue state empire.

The US is arguably worse in corruption, psychopathy, and causing misery than tragic-comic Roman Emperors. Such “leaders” certainly have the greater capacity to harm.

There's no need to believe anyone with any of this independently-verifiable data: look for yourself.

Other options include this White Paper circulated among Members of Congress, or this 56-minute interview to define rogue state empire with three case studies:


You don't need further data, and that said, there's more in abundance:
Categories of crime include:
  1. Wars of Aggression (the worst crime a nation can commit).
  2. Likely treason for lying to US military, ordering unlawful attack and invasions of foreign lands, and causing thousands of US military deaths.
  3. Crimes Against Humanity for ongoing intentional policy of poverty that’s killed over 400 million human beings just since 1995 (~75% children; more deaths than from all wars in Earth’s recorded history).
US military, law enforcement, and all with Oaths to support and defend the US Constitution against all enemies, foreign and domestic, face an endgame choice:
In just 90 seconds, former US Marine Ken O’Keefe powerfully states how you may choose to voice “very obvious solutions”: arrest the criminal leaders (video starts at 20:51, then finishes this episode of Cross Talk):


3-minute video: Police, Military – Was your Oath sincere?
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I make all factual assertions as a National Board Certified Teacher of US Government, Economics, and History (also credentialed in Mathematics), with all economic factual claims receiving zero refutation since I began writing in 2008 among Advanced Placement Macroeconomics teachers on our discussion board, public audiences of these articles, and international conferences (and here). I invite readers to empower their civic voices with the strongest comprehensive facts most important to building a brighter future. I challenge professionals, academics, and citizens to add their voices for the benefit of all Earth’s inhabitants.
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Carl Herman worked with both US political parties over 18 years and two UN Summits with the citizen’s lobby, RESULTS, for US domestic and foreign policy to end poverty. He can be reached at Carl_Herman@post.harvard.edu

Note: My work from 2011 to October 2017 was on Washington’s Blog, which the owner closed from Internet censorship in 2019, and here since. Work back to 2009 is censored by Examiner.com (blocked author pages: here, here). This means that some links in essays are inactive. If you’d like to see those articles, go to http://archive.org/web/, paste the expired link into the search box, click “Browse history,” then click onto the screenshots of that page for each time it was screen-shot and uploaded to webarchive.
NOTE: Despite this being my own blog, I'm effectively blocked from responding to comments from all my devices! I appreciate all expressions of virtue to move us forward, as best we see "forward." Stand with your Faith; this is our collective final exam :)

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