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Category: Cults, Guilds, Orders – Confirmed Members

Historical Credits: American Revolution; Minute Men

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Patrick Henry was a freemason. Freemasons are a multi level luceferian institution. The lower service level members are just common folks whom aspire to service, but, unbeknownst to them they serve the dark lord. That is if they missed it in all the symbology and initiation ceremonies.

Patrick Henry, March 23, 1775.

No man thinks more highly than I do of the patriotism, as well as abilities, of the very worthy gentlemen who
have just addressed the House. But different men often see the same subject in different lights; and, therefore,
I hope it will not be thought disrespectful to those gentlemen if, entertaining as I do opinions of a character
very opposite to theirs, I shall speak forth my sentiments freely and without reserve. This is no time for
ceremony. The questing before the House is one of awful moment to this country. For my own part, I consider
it as nothing less than a question of freedom or slavery; and in proportion to the magnitude of the subject
ought to be the freedom of the debate. It is only in this way that we can hope to arrive at truth, and fulfill the
great responsibility which we hold to God and our country. Should I keep back my opinions at such a time,
through fear of giving offense, I should consider myself as guilty of treason towards my country, and of an act
of disloyalty toward the Majesty of Heaven, which I revere above all earthly kings.
Mr. President, it is natural to man to indulge in the illusions of hope. We are apt to shut our eyes against a
painful truth, and listen to the song of that siren till she transforms us into beasts. Is this the part of wise men,
engaged in a great and arduous struggle for liberty? Are we disposed to be of the number of those who, having
eyes, see not, and, having ears, hear not, the things which so nearly concern their temporal salvation? For my
part, whatever anguish of spirit it may cost, I am willing to know the whole truth; to know the worst, and to
provide for it.
I have but one lamp by which my feet are guided, and that is the lamp of experience. I know of no way of
judging of the future but by the past. And judging by the past, I wish to know what there has been in the
conduct of the British ministry for the last ten years to justify those hopes with which gentlemen have been
pleased to solace themselves and the House. Is it that insidious smile with which our petition has been lately
received? Trust it not, sir; it will prove a snare to your feet. Suffer not yourselves to be betrayed with a kiss.
Ask yourselves how this gracious reception of our petition comports with those warlike preparations which
cover our waters and darken our land. Are fleets and armies necessary to a work of love and reconciliation?
Have we shown ourselves so unwilling to be reconciled that force must be called in to win back our love? Let
us not deceive ourselves, sir. These are the implements of war and subjugation; the last arguments to which
kings resort. I ask gentlemen, sir, what means this martial array, if its purpose be not to force us to
submission? Can gentlemen assign any other possible motive for it? Has Great Britain any enemy, in this
quarter of the world, to call for all this accumulation of navies and armies? No, sir, she has none. They are
meant for us: they can be meant for no other. They are sent over to bind and rivet upon us those chains which
the British ministry have been so long forging. And what have we to oppose to them? Shall we try argument?
Sir, we have been trying that for the last ten years. Have we anything new to offer upon the subject? Nothing.
We have held the subject up in every light of which it is capable; but it has been all in vain. Shall we resort to
entreaty and humble supplication? What terms shall we find which have not been already exhausted? Let us
not, I beseech you, sir, deceive ourselves. Sir, we have done everything that could be done to avert the storm
which is now coming on. We have petitioned; we have remonstrated; we have supplicated; we have prostrated
ourselves before the throne, and have implored its interposition to arrest the tyrannical hands of the ministry
and Parliament. Our petitions have been slighted; our remonstrances have produced additional violence and
insult; our supplications have been disregarded; and we have been spurned, with contempt, from the foot of
the throne! In vain, after these things, may we indulge the fond hope of peace and reconciliation. There is no
longer any room for hope. If we wish to be free– if we mean to preserve inviolate those inestimable privileges
for which we have been so long contending–if we mean not basely to abandon the noble struggle in which we
have been so long engaged, and which we have pledged ourselves never to abandon until the glorious object
of our contest shall be obtained–we must fight! I repeat it, sir, we must fight! An appeal to arms and to the
God of hosts is all that is left us!
They tell us, sir, that we are weak; unable to cope with so formidable an adversary. But when shall we be
stronger? Will it be the next week, or the next year? Will it be when we are totally disarmed, and when a
British guard shall be stationed in every house? Shall we gather strength by irresolution and inaction? Shall
we acquire the means of effectual resistance by lying supinely on our backs and hugging the delusive phantom
of hope, until our enemies shall have bound us hand and foot? Sir, we are not weak if we make a proper use of
those means which the God of nature hath placed in our power. The millions of people, armed in the holy
cause of liberty, and in such a country as that which we possess, are invincible by any force which our enemy
can send against us. Besides, sir, we shall not fight our battles alone. There is a just God who presides over the
destinies of nations, and who will raise up friends to fight our battles for us. The battle, sir, is not to the strong
alone; it is to the vigilant, the active, the brave. Besides, sir, we have no election. If we were base enough to
desire it, it is now too late to retire from the contest. There is no retreat but in submission and slavery! Our
chains are forged! Their clanking may be heard on the plains of Boston! The war is inevitable–and let it
come! I repeat it, sir, let it come.
It is in vain, sir, to extenuate the matter. Gentlemen may cry, Peace, Peace– but there is no peace. The war is
actually begun! The next gale that sweeps from the north will bring to our ears the clash of resounding arms!
Our brethren are already in the field! Why stand we here idle? What is it that gentlemen wish? What would
they have? Is life so dear, or peace so sweet, as to be purchased at the price of chains and slavery? Forbid it,
Almighty God! I know not what course others may take; but as for me, give me liberty or give me death!