A visit from Gabriel
It was a little past ten on this beautiful spring morning in the first week of April in a little country cemetery outside the little town of Broken Bow in Oklahoma. The red bud and dog wood trees were in bloom, and the countryside was bathed in large explosions of daffodils.
A kindly looking gentleman stood quietly before a grave with a weathered, barely distinguishable marker on it inscribed;
Major William McWhorter
1798 – 1870.
There seemed to be a spell cast over the scene as he quietly viewed the grave of William, his great great grandfather. Dennis was his name, and he was approaching his 72nd birth day, interestingly enough, the same age as William when he died. Dennis and his wife lived in Santa Fe New Mexico, and he along with his two sons and Two sons in law were road and bridge contractors. Dennis had flown his plane from Hot Springs, Arkansas to Broken Bow earlier in the day intending to continue on to Santa Fe later.
Dennis wasn’t at all sure why he had made this stop, except that it seemed some compulsion had brought him to this spot. Of late he had been researching his lineage, and driven by a sudden urge he didn’t fully understand, there seemed to be a need to know more about his ancestry. As he stood in deep meditation, he sensed another presence close by, and quickly turned to see a man standing a short distance from him. Dennis stood facing the stranger who was of average build, and looked to be around 50 years of age. He sensed this man didn’t pose a threat, as he had a smile on his face as he addressed Dennis.
I didn’t intend to alarm you Dennis, and perhaps I should have announced my presence sooner, however I have a reason for being here, and that is to give you a detailed background on this fine old gentleman who lies here, your great great grandfather.
Startled, Dennis replied, you seem to know me, however I don’t have a clue as to who you are, and I gather you know something about William also. Do you live around here? Are we by chance kin?
The stranger said, I suppose this would be the proper time for introductions. My name is Gabriel, and I am here for a specific purpose. We have selected you to relay a message to this present society about the main purpose for life, and what’s in store for all of mankind in the near future.
Stunned, Dennis replied Well sir, I have two questions for you, who is this WE you refer to, and what is your Sir name? The response was puzzling to Dennis. “If you don’t mind Dennis, allow me to answer those questions at a later time, and let me first give you more detail about Williams’s life.
This old gentleman was an exceptional man, and we monitored his life closely. Gabriel’s statement was very perplexing to Dennis. With a very puzzled look on his face Dennis said, there is that WE again. If I heard right, you said WE monitored his life closely as if you, or people you know were there at that time. This is making no sense at all. I am becoming very confused. Gabriel said well, we’ll get into that later, but for now, I’d like to fill you in on his past history. Let’s make ourselves comfortable over here on this bench as this story is going to take a while. Dennis was full of misgivings now, but deeply curious about this strange conversation. Still sensing no harm from this man, he sat down next to him as was suggested. The bench faced away from the cemetery looking toward the road.
Two hundred years ago and beyond, throughout most of the world, before this country became great, there were basically two classes of people. One of those classes were the Dominants, who often were referred to as the genteel class, though in life, they rarely displayed genteel qualities. They made up 3% to 5% of the population. The genteel class held absolute power, and as a result the majority of all the wealth. Webster defines them as (of genteel birth belonging to polite society as persons of manners, dress, dwellings, etc. Well bred or refined, elegant or stylish.)
The other class of people were called the commoner, and made up 95 to 97 % of the population. These common people lived under severe restrictions, and longed to break free of those bonds placed upon them. Webster defines the commoner as (ordinary, not considered special, and considered by polite society as inferior and low class.)
Now out of this condition came two major schools of thought about how to break this yoke of bondage the genteel class had placed upon them.
One was rule by the people and for the people via a democratic form of government called a democracy. Webster defines democracy as (A form of government in which the supreme power is vested in the people and exercised by them or their elected agents. Also a state of society characterized by nominal equality of rights and privileges.)
Taking all this into account, many thought that religion was the big culprit. The reasoning was, do away with (that damnable religion,) then set up a government free of that influence. Then and only then will we ever have peace. That was the theory Lenin operated from, and the way much of communism got its start.
Now of this class of people called the commoner, the restrictions placed on them were difficult to the point of unbearable for many
They were born poor, and destined to die poor. Rarely did they break he tight grip they were under.
In most countries, they were not allowed to own land or property. In the rare cases they were able to own anything; it was often stolen from them through unscrupulous and unfair methods.
Education was not provided or allowed for them. And in some countries, it was even against the law for a commoner to pursue an education.
They had no say or control over their own destiny. The powerful and genteel class held absolute control over their lives, and saw most of them as the servant class meant for uneducated servitude positions.
They were not allowed any participation in government. No provisions were made for them to be a part of leadership in most regards, and was not wanted or allowed.
The genteel class carried titles like kings, queens, lords, earls etc. It was expected of the commoner to bow and courtesy to the ladies of statue, and the common men were to refer to the men as your lordship, and to back out of the room while in their presence.
The laws were naturally biased in favor of the rich and powerful genteel class, and were often broken in favor of this elite group. .
Dennis, when this great country of yours was established, and your forefathers set in motion a set of guidelines designed for your well-being and freedoms from oppression, no consideration was given to allowing a class structure to exist. There in lies the primary reason for the past successes this society has enjoyed. You are made up of one class of people only and that is a people who find themselves right in the middle, and are called middle class. There is no other term to describe your selves by. Your achievements have rewritten the history books regarding the successes of man, and raised the bar for mans ability for achievement.
An explosion of knowledge for this time has long been planned for mankind, and conditions needed for that to be acceptable to happen were seen as very necessary. So an unseen force has been in the background guiding the affairs of this nation since its inception. Remember, it was recorded in the Bible 2600 years ago in Daniel 12, verse 8, Daniel was told that the understanding of his prophesy could not be understood until the end times, when a knowledge explosion would occur. You are living in that era spoken of back there.
How many people living in this old gentleman’s time in the 1870s could have foretold some of the amazing scientific inventions of the 20th century? At this present time, knowledge is doubling every eight years, but at the start of man’s existence; it took 5000 years for knowledge to double.
Now the people of this great nation shouldn’t make the mistake of thinking they achieved these successes without an awful lot of outside help, or in how your government was originally structured. In past wars you have fought, many times in the heat of battle the tide turned in your favor when the outcome was in serious doubt. We will come back to this subject in the days to come, however it would be good to give you a background on William.
It was the year 1814 in a small seaport town of Northern Ireland that sixteen year old William who parents were dead, and had been raised by his grandparents got his chance to be redirected toward a place they were calling the land of promise.
Williams’s parents and grandparents along with the majority of the people of that region were originally from Scotland, and in the last few generations had not fared very well. These circumstances had generated a tremendous amount of interest in relocating elsewhere.
So for that reason, William had an all-consuming dream. He wanted to break away from the grip that society held on him and his kind. This young lad had been hearing all the talk about that great land of opportunity across the ocean where everyone was free to reach for the stars. That land of promise where there was no class distinction, and a person could break free of the cycle of poverty.
A place where the only limits to contend with were those a person choose to place upon themselves. Therefore, this young lad of sixteen became determined to do everything within his power to make that dream a reality.
One day, one of those old sailing ships appeared on the horizon. William had been expecting its return from that land of promise, and there she was. He watched intently as she slowly sailed into the harbor and docked.
Now the word was that she would be leaving again within a few weeks, and he purposed to be on her if at all possible.
The next day, he asked for an audience with the old captain of that ship. He told the captain of his dream and burning desire to travel to that new land of opportunity. The old captain listened quietly. He could see the gleam in that young mans eyes. He had often seen that look before in others. He then asked the chap if he could afford passage, knowing beforehand what the answer would be. The lad said sir, I have no money. All I have is a dream; however I am willing to work for my passage.
The old captain didn’t have it within himself to disappoint the young lad, therefore he said, “Son I am going to let you make this voyage under the conditions you asked for. However, before I agree to these conditions, I feel I must caution you that this voyage is not going to be an easy one. When we leave the protection of this harbor, you are going to find that great big ocean can be so very rough and unforgiving to us in this ship.”
“ Your job will be to empty pots, and clean up after sick people. You will be expected to disinfect daily the quarters below deck, and during extremely rough seas, most of the passengers will become very sick, will throw up and the stench will become most unbearable. Son, I have seen dysentery invade a ship causing conditions to be almost unbearable. It will not be an easy voyage”.
After careful thought, the young lad responded, “sir; my dream will sustain me, and see me through” . The wise old captain knew very well the lad didn’t fully understand, however he put him to work preparing for the coming voyage.
Well, the day of departure finally arrived. All morning, people arrived, said their good buys to family and friends, and boarded the old ship.
All morning long the young man met with and got acquainted with people of like mind who were also following a dream.
After a while, the mooring lines were released. A small band was playing as they slowly began to drift away from the dock. The sails were raised, and people were waiving back and forth as they slowly began to distance themselves from land.
They were on their way.
Then so very quickly they disappeared around a point of land out of sight of those left behind, and just as quickly began to encounter heavy sees. My, what a big ocean!!! What huge waves!!!
All day long they sailed under full sail, and with a favorable wind. That day and night passed, and a new day arrived, but that continual rocking motion. Would it ever cease?
Up and down, up and down. Never still, always moving. This young boy got so very sick; however he didn’t have the luxury of confining himself to his bunk. His job was to empty the pans of others who had gotten sick, and that ment most everyone below deck.
Days went by, and it didn’t seem things could get any worst , until one day about two weeks into the voyage a big storm came up. This storm lasted for several days and conditions got so bad until many even began to despair of life. The stench below became almost unbearable, and sure enough, dysentery became a big problem at the worst of times. That beautiful dream of reaching that land of promise had dulled somewhat as a result of the present conditions, and at present seemed so very far away, and out of reach.
Well, just before daylight on the third day of the storm, the ship slowly began to move less violently, and over a two-hour period, the seas settled to a complete calm.
As daylight approached, a gray low hanging cloud hung over that ship. The sea was like glass, and the sails hung limp. There almost was no movement at all, and the scene below was of a beaten people who at the moment had little thought of that dream they had begun their journey with.
Now, as they all lay there in a stupor under those very unfavorable conditions, the kind old captain appeared, and very quietly began to talk to them. He said friends; you have all been through a lot. You have come through a storm, and it has taken a terrible toll on you. But let me tell you what awaits you in a few more days. Very soon we will be sailing into a safe harbor in that marvelous land of opportunity. It truly is a land where if you choose, you can reach for the stars. The possibilities are unlimited, and it truly is the land of your dreams.
As the old captain continued to talk to them, they slowly began to come alive and to stir. The kind words he was saying began to give them hope once again, and caused them to realign their thinking from one of despair to one of renewed hope. As they listened, that blank glassed over look in their eyes began to disappear, and that look of stupor slowly disappeared.
As he continued to talk he said friends, now it’s time for you to wash yourself and your clothing. Then you should change the bedding and bedclothes. After that, you need to disinfect your quarters in order that you can enjoy good health for the remainder of the voyage. Now hopefully, this lull in the weather will hold for a while, and give us time to accomplish the needs at hand.
These people did just as the captain had suggested. All day long they cleaned and disinfected. They got rid of the old soiled hay that was used for bedding, and replaced it with new hay. They washed themselves and their clothing. The bad smells disappeared, and things really began to look up. Hope had returned, and with it their dreams.
Friendships that had disintegrated while under bad conditions were renewed, and then they spent the next several hours talking about that land of promise, the land of their dreams.
Some days later, early one morning as the sun was coming up over the water, a look out hollered out, “ Land Ho”. Every body rushed up on deck, and sure enough, there was that land of their dreams. Then around noon they docked in the New York harbor.
Dennis, let me remind you that in the New York harbor stands a lady with an outstretched arm while holding a torch proclaiming a message to those masses who arrived with a dream.
Give me your tired; your poor,
Your huddled masses yearning to be free
The wretched refuse of your teeming shore
Send these, the homeless tempest tossed to me
I lift my lamp beside the golden door.
Make no mistake, and don’t ever forget that a lot of planning from above went into the structuring and forming of this great country of yours, and the prayers of generations of your ancestors were heard. It was necessary this great country come into being as it has been and will continue to play an important role in the future plans intended for all of mankind. So the stage has been set for the explosion of knowledge that had long been planned to be given at this time.
So Dennis, that’s the story of William’s life up to his arrival in New York. Now, would you like to hear the rest of the story?
Dennis was contemplative, and then replied, what you have been telling me I find so very fascinating, and the answer is yes, I would very much like to hear the rest of the story.
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