The shot heard around the world was not an end of a problem but a beginning of a solution for the one who fired it, the ones who heard it and responded to its call, and even for the ones who were oppressing.

For, truly, our oppressors are not our enemy, they are also in need of a resolution to the problems they have created, they are simply at a much lower level of awareness about it than those who are working to repair the mess created by the oppressors.

The mess of the oppressors cannot be created without the approval of the oppressed. This approval need not be given actively, but can be given through passivity and apathy as well. Inaction and the failure to defend your humanity from an oppressive force is a laissez-faire ticket to the oppressor to freely create the mess they choose.

Even the oppressors are crying out for change, for rescue, they are simply not aware of it to the degree of the awakened oppressed. Why should one awaken if the bed is comfortable? The oppressed lay on beds of nails, or of dirty, stale, mite-infested sheets. Of course they want to wake up, they have a great motivation to do so, to leave that putrid bed! But the oppressor generally lays upon the comfort of clean, plump, soft beds. What need to rise, oppressor? What need to rise? Their realization to exit the bed they’ve been comfortably resting on comes without fail, as the current recorded history reveals. It starts as a phone call, a letter, then a knock upon the door, then 10 million knocks upon the chamber door. A group of peasants armed with farm tools and stones. The knocks of the ones who’ve made the oppressor’s plush bed comfortable through their hard labor and service to an idle, self-serving master. It is the realization that we all exist on this planet together, and eventually you cannot abuse the earth, nor the good-hearted folk, nor the animals and trees and rocks and rivers, without eventually having them come to knock you off your plush bed and say ”Get up!”. And the oppressed certainly do not want to steal oppressor’s plush bed, they simply want all to have the dignity inherent in them, in the natural world.

I make my bed upon the grass, in the dew, the dawn. The cold creek is my life, water for quenching the dry thirst, for washing away. The sun, my warmth, warming rock and earth, causing tree and plant to grow. Here I am alive, outside the man-created matrices, I am alive in the pure truth of natural reality. The purity of the tall cottonwood. Its bark is like my mother’s breast, I am but a child.

We ride the time of the Great Recall, recalling back to the original harmony, the natural state. Dismantle the matrix. Return to your power. Your original nature is joy and freedom. Repattern. Return. Or do not re-pattern but unpattern. Remove yourselves from the false patterns of the fabricators of the man-made matrix which is fueled by fear and enslaved by money. I am no longer a slave to money. I am no longer a slave to fear. I live in love and freedom, in flow with nature, my nature, joy.

The circle of the elders smiles upon this work. The grandfathers and grandmothers are with us in the endeavour. Have patience. Have courage. We are each of us supported beyond what we may realize now by each other and by the spirit of those who went before us in our journey to love and freedom, our revolution, the Great Recall.