Lady Liberty – TRANSCRIPT Sept 08, 2020
It is Tuesday September 8th
last night on Monday the 7th of
September I had a dream that has probably troubled
me more than the dreams that I’ve had
…last night I saw the
Statue of Liberty proudly standing in that harbor outside
of New York lighting the nations in freedom I saw
the sky suddenly darkened strong waves began to
crash against the shore with a very very
fierce intensity almost hurricane tsunami-like
force tropical storm type force
and there were boats and they had men in
them they were out in the storm trying
to breach the island on which she stood
they were fighting the waves as well but
they were actually kind of working with
the waves and they were trying to get the lady but the
storm was so severe they could not
even though the storm in them seemed to
be looking into you know working together so to speak
I saw the torch in her hand it was
flashing being struck by lightning
pieces of rock and debris were being
thrown at her with brute force and
even though she had her torch, she was
an immovable statue I saw her watching
and looking around about her to kind of see where
the attacks were coming from
so she knew they were there but she
would not move. her
feet were stuck on that pedestal.
the rocks and the stuff the debris was
being thrown at her
had caused some gashes had caused some
cuts on her neck.
round about her heart I could see there
was blood coming out like she, not necessarily had been
shot, but something had tried and like
the debris in the rock either
pierced her or
had left the jagged edge and cut
something. I saw the three of the spines on the
thing the crown on her head
I don’t think necessarily it’s a crown
but it has some spines that were
pointing out three of them three of those spines on a
crown had been broken off and was
leaving a very very jagged edge
and the right torch hand kept dropping
to secure the tablet with
the Declaration of Independence July
4th of that year had been pinned on.
she would drop her hand and kind of
do this to keep to keep the book in its place.
she was struggling to keep her footing
almost flipping off the pedestal
but she wouldn’t. she wouldn’t move. she
would not move.
and also there’s a huge volley of trash
and debris just junk
hit her directly in the face and she
stepped back off the pedestal when she
fell because the force of this hit her right
in the face she still held one of the torches she
still held on to the declarations
dateline on the book but that
light that torch just kept flickering
like a light about to go out.
the Declaration that was in her left
hand a left arm
it was cracked and there were large
chips and pieces falling off of it.
I kept seeing liberty trying to reach
out with her hand while she holds it and
grabbing the pieces
but they wouldn’t stick.
she was crying. liberty was crying. she
was weeping… she was fighting to keep her dignity. she
was trying to get the pieces of what she
had held on to but it was
obvious. she knew that she was in a
battle that was fighting her and defeating her
and she was desperate trying to hold on.
you can see the fierceness in her face
she was trying to fight when
was it coming through. and then the boats
appeared with the men.
and they threw ropes around her arms and
her legs and kept trying to bring her to the
ground. and they pulled and pulled in tandem.
finally she fell to her knees. it
was almost like Gulliver’s travels when the giant gets
just knocked over they were
throwing herself around but she
still got the light. she still has the torch
in her and her fists in
her right hand and she’s trying to hold
that book what’s left of it
in her left hand.
they were hammering away with like pry
tools at the Declaration trying to get
the days off.
it said July 4th. they’re trying to pry those
those numbers and those letters off
and they were using cutting tools to
remove the torch.
they kept trying to just rip it jerk it
out of her hand and she just kept
holding on and holding on and holding on.
and because she fought them so hard they
finally just began to cut off her
hand. they tied her other hand behind her back.
and the men began rolling her in ropes
and she was yelling for help she was
crying out. it wasn’t a desperate cry it was it was
it was a cry for those who were
listening to come
to her defense… all those nations that
that she had helped for so many years
and nobody would come.
they took a large banner of fabric it
was black and smoky gray kind of all
together. black and smoky gray banner a fabric and
they covered her face with it.
they just kept rapping and rapping
almost like a mummy would think.
they just kept rapping and rapping and
wrapping until you couldn’t
you barely see her eyes and the jagged
spines of some of the spines of the crown.
then took an anchor chain
and they wrapped it around her neck and they asked her if she had
any last words. her eyes weren’t fearful they were
feisty. they were fitful.
there was this angry resolve in her face.
but she said nothing.
that chain was tied to a boat and the
boat began to
drag her off of liberty island out into
when they got over the sea, boat began to
pull very quickly. her arms were down to her side her legs
were tied and she was just kind of
rolling spinning as the boat pulled. the boat
kept going faster and faster. it was
almost like a ski boat was pulling her.
she kept twisting back and forth but she
was being pulled by the
by the boat and eventually lost all the
strength that she had
the banner had come off of her mouth but
she wasn’t saying anything.
the boat slowed.
and then the boat kind of looked back to
see how where she was and they reversed
it reversed the boat and went backwards
and ran over her.
I see that body bouncing and bleeding in
she took a breath and she went under.
she came back up a minute later and then
she did the same thing again.
when she came up the next time the boat
hit her square on the face.
as she went down. the
boat began to circle the area
after it hit her. she never came back up.
she never came back up.
at least alive… she floated back up, the
back ,her back was
to the top. torch in her hand was gone.
the other arm was tied behind her back.
there’s this thunderous clap,
brilliant lightning strike.
and the storm just raged all around the
harbor. when I saw the men on that boat,
there’s a loose group of men,
someone was throwing them pieces of
silver… not in a bag, just
loose pieces of silver were being thrown
and then they began to pick them up, kind of
like Fido, almost fighting over them
feverishly. They picked them up gripped them with their
fists. They put the silver in their pockets sat down on the
seat and drove away… almost like, “okay our job here is done.”