WRAM - We dedicate our hearts,minds and bodies to protecting our great Republic!
Recently I've been coming to terms with the necessity of soul searching and finding a spiritual basis to know myself and help guide me through life. I have come to the personal realization, thus far, that with everything militia related affecting our personal lives that the most important area of focus I believe is what you choose to do to take care of your loved ones and your fellow Americans.
My inspiration for joining the Movement came when on July 27 2011 I lost my best friend to drug addiction/overdose. This prompted me to get involved because time is finite, the quality of people and the moments you will share with these individuals are finite, and while you are living in the now you will never know for certain for how long or at what point you may lose the quality of person in your life you will never experience again.
Apply this to your own life, and what you will come up is astonishingly simplistic yet profound. It is so simplistically profound too many people miss out on it. Even within our own "community" we are too busy being fixated on the NDAA, and tactical/survival preparedness. These are good and fine, but I contend that they are not everything. In fact, they are lower on the list of priorities when compared to others such as these.
Before we consider how to deal with a battlefront, should we not first take into consideration how we are going to handle our own personal struggles?
If I am to consider myself a "militiaman" I do so on the basis of taking care of the people I cherish in whatever capacity possible. In ways that have nothing to do with politics or impeaching Obama or blah blah blah.
We are a part of our communities, and I am now at that point where I see that community outreach is multi-faceted. Even peaceful level-headed presentations of the militia are too much for people to swallow. But we need common people to offer their support to us, even if it is not in an "official" role.
A few months ago I went and saw a movie with a spiritual/philosophical theme about survival called "The Grey". If you get the opportunity to watch the film, you should pick up on its heavy symbolism. This is the ending, which touched home for me in terms of how my life has played out these last few months (more complex and personal details are involved surrounding the death from last July I will not bother disclosing in full here).
Consider putting yourself into the position of the main character depicted here. Ask yourselves if you would be willing to put in a fight when you've lost everything you have to live for. Are you prepared to live in isolation with yourself should something tragic happen to a loved one or a family member? Do you have what it takes to pull through even when you are ALL ALONE?
As it happens, I watched this movie last night. Every militia member, every patriot needs to see this story...see the struggle, both internal and external of all the characters. It could not have ended any other way. All must know the struggle we face likely will take a heavy toll; the sacrifices so critical to victory will take a heavy toll. But, as in the movie, we must never, ever give up, no matter what. No matter the pain, no matter the hardship, no matter how many shattered lives it takes, we must never give up or give in until we are victorious. We owe this committment to our loved ones who are the future, to patriots of the past who made the same sacrifice, and mostly to ourselves and each other for "our sacred honor."
Agreed and well spoken. I am particular to the feeling of having nothing left to lose. That really stands out for me.
Sure thing. I was mesmerized when I first saw it. Inspirational and touching.
My Last Fight will be the biggest and My Best I've ever given! I'll Gurantee this!
That is My resolve.
Wow. That has made me want to watch the movie. This actually made me think about the situation we're in. This even inspired a bit of a poem of sorts. Here it is:
The Wolves Den
Into the wolves den we descend, knowing we may die on this day.
Into the wolves den we descend, determined not to stray away.
Into the wolves den we descend, ready to fight our last fight.
Into the wolves den we descend, hoping to send them into the night.
Inside the wolves den we are now, surrounded by beasts of black and death.
Inside the wolves den we are now, ready to take our last breath.
Inside the wolves den we are now, to fight and take our last stand.
Inside the wolves den we are now, never to give up...not even at....the end.
Out of the wolves den we arise, victorious and free.
Out of the wolves den we arise, fighting for all who refused to see.
Out of the wolves den we arise, having won with such great cost.
Out of the wolves den we arise, remembering those we fought for...and those we lost.
Excellent sentiments, Joseph. The only thing I would change ibn your poem is the Word wolves. They are a noble creature with extraordinary traits and abilities. I might have used the jackel instead - for that, indeed, is what we are facing. No heart, no soul, just blind lust for power and ambition.This struggle is all about control...whether we control our own lives, or let others control them. I will, at all cost, be cthe ontroller of my destiny, whatever they maly be.