My book “Wrathful Empathies, The 2nd Raid on Harpers Ferry is fundamentally about good versus evil, freedom versus enslavement and what happens when people finally resist an intolerable oppression. Forget the fake resistance movement we see today from the left. It is manufactured by secret hands of the Authority. I am talking about rebels in the mountains and forests who go deep underground. They fight from the shadows, appearing like heroes of ancient lore when critical times call for dangerous actions. These warriors are multi-generational. Their sense of liberty is inherited through a bloodline. I strongly believe that another such episode of John Brown’s actions are building like an underground volcano. The below poem and image capture their dilemma and subsequent outcome of what comes next. Sensing an existential annihilation, their violent reaction will result in the birth of a terrible new creature. If you want to know how it all ends, read my book. If you already feel a dark sense of apprehension, at least you are aware of the approaching danger…
Oh Authority, what has thou wrought?
Turning and turning in the widening gyre
The falcon cannot hear the falconer;
Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold;
Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world,
The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere
The ceremony of innocence is drowned;
The best lack all conviction, while the worst
Are full of passionate intensity.
Surely some revelation is at hand;
Surely the Second Coming is at hand.
The Second Coming! Hardly are those words out
When a vast image out of Spiritus Mundi
Troubles my sight: somewhere in sands of the desert
A shape with lion body and the head of a man,
A gaze blank and pitiless as the sun,
Is moving its slow thighs, while all about it
Reel shadows of the indignant desert birds.
The darkness drops again; but now I know
That twenty centuries of stony sleep
Were vexed to nightmare by a rocking cradle,
And what rough beast, its hour come round at last,
Slouches towards Bethlehem to be born?