They Thought They Were Free


When I was a young boy,  I was an Army brat, and my father was stationed in Germany, twice.  While there, in the 1960’s, I saw a defeated and humbled German people, full of shame.  Shame at what they had enabled by allowing Hitler to come to power.  How had the German people been so stupid? How had they allowed this monster to come to power? The answer, in military terms at the time, was answered by my father in a single word; “slowly”.  In essence, the German people had been ‘mind fucked’, slowly, over time, through the use of propaganda. They had allowed the Nazi ‘social correctness’ to slowly overcome their reason and moral outrage, by the slow process of little changes, until, one day, they awoke when the Gestapo took their neighbors away. Back then, we celebrated the fact that such a travesty of government could “never happen here”, because we had “the best system that ever was”.  Up until the turn of  the 21st century, we believed that. Then came globalization and the Patriot act, punctuated by 911, and since then, unless you are brain dead, The Big Lies have now been revealed as the Kabuki dance in the theater of the damned. .

Today, those who say that a dictator can ‘never happen here’, in America, should now, shut up and pay attention. If you cannot see those ‘slow little changes’ taking place HERE, NOW, then you are either willfully blind or a victim of the Propaganda machine(for they themselves are victims of their own bs). Sadly, it is not one party that has destroyed our economy, and now is finishing off our cultural foundations. Logic would thus dictate, that the Ideologies manifested as The Two Party system, serve the interests of the only thing possible; Superior Power.  What is Superior Power? In our world, money is power, and power is money, thus Superior Power is Superior Money. It then follows, that politicians of all stripes and parties, are influenced, bought and paid for, broken and compromised, coopted and blackmailed, all the methods of power are used to gain what power desires; Control. Control is the opposite of liberty. If one can see the trends of this control mechanism being put in place, there is only one conclusion, the Gnostic  book of the Revelation of John is coming true right before our eyes as the global money changers work their dark mental magic across the globe. The population at large, will never accept that they themselves are the source of their own destruction, through their own love of money, the root of all evil.

Ultimately, the lies coming out of government, can no longer be hidden, reality conflicts with fantasy and the population contracts a mental glitch called; cognitive dissonance. This disease is the result of ‘normalcy bias’, those who want ‘normal’ to continue so bad, they will accept any lie as long as they can maintain the real destroyer; Hope. It is what freezes us in our tracks, and to paraphrase Edmund Burke, good people have done nothing while evil has thrived. Preachers, in their 501c3 churches, deserve a good part of the blame for their failure to lead the battle against evil. In the end, the entire population is now dumbed down by the education system, and numbed to the small lies and changes, while society itself succumbs to what I term; Systemic Irrationality. We are there… (2% inflation? 5.5% unemployment? The IRS is a nonpolitical entity? And now this week, banning the Keystone pipeline, taking control of the internet, and, banning certain bullets? there is no need for an entire listing of the sins of our leaders, volumes have been written and ignored. This current Caesar wannabe does not serve the interests of the people of America, if you cannot see this, see above.)

Those who think that this ‘globalist’ nonsense, will end well for them, cannot see the writing on the wall. Those who still have their head in the sand, cannot see the encroachment of politics into every aspect of life. Instead of ‘Jewish swine’ of the Nazi’s social correctness, we should hear the future echos of ‘Christian swine’, now being laid in the Universities, the Media and Bureaucracies of academia and governments as political correctness silences the voices of The Elect. They never seem to reveal that The Elite first say something is illegal, before they try to convince us it has become ‘legal’ through the process of tortured logic, these ‘legal’ actions being by ‘executive order’ because of a perceived ‘crisis’… this, make no mistake, is the beginning of the end of our Constitutional Republic. This is how the rule of The Strong Man begins, but in our case, evidence indicates that our new strong man may be global in scope.

The reason there is no hue and cry across the land is simple, we are victims of the same strategy of the Nazi’s, small changes, but not by some obvious political machine, no, as we said, this is been done by members of both political parties. When you think about it, America, when seen from the perspective of decades, has sunk into a degeneration so slow, there really is no America left, except in the minds of those of us who remember what real freedom was like, out here in ‘flyover country’.  Liberty still represents the ancient ability to do what you want to do, without asking permission of anyone in ‘authority’, as long as it does not infringe on the personal liberty of another. What we old timers have seen in the last 40 years or so, leaves us disgusted, and scared, at the degeneration of not just our land but what it means to be an American, especially after the last week, when small changes have ramped up into big threatening moves. But do we, as a mass of humanity, rise up and confront authority? No. Why? Like the German people of the 1930’s and 40’s, we are numb to change. We see, in current times, why the Germans allowed a Hitler and we allowed an Anti-American in the White House. Like Hitler, he uses ‘sweet words on the tongue, like honey,  that grow bitter in the belly’, a perfect Biblical explanation of political correctness.

The following is an excerpt from the book; They Thought They Were Free, by Milton Mayer, read it and see if you see any parallels to modern America. Sometimes, like with religion and politics, when we don’t want to see the truth, we blind ourselves to it. In willful blindness, lurks the real death of America, in the slow death of what it meant to be an American, and a Christian. This doesn’t mean we ever achieved the ideal of a shining city on the hill, but we still strived for it. But somewhere along the way, global policeman morphed into global hegemon, and hegemon’s always, always, destroy themselves. You think you’re still free?
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They Thought They Were Free

(Copyright notice: Excerpt from pages 166-73 of They Thought They Were Free: The Germans, 1933-45 by Milton Mayer, published by the University of Chicago Press. ©1955, 1966 by the University of Chicago. All rights reserved. This text may be used and shared in accordance with the fair-use provisions of U.S. copyright law, and it may be archived and redistributed in electronic form, provided that this entire notice, including copyright information, is carried and provided that the University of Chicago Press is notified and no fee is charged for access. Archiving, redistribution, or republication of this text on other terms, in any medium, requires the consent of the University of Chicago Press. Footnotes and other references included in the book may have been removed from this online version of the text.)

But Then It Was Too Late

“What no one seemed to notice,” said a colleague of mine, a philologist, “was the ever widening gap, after 1933, between the government and the people. Just think how very wide this gap was to begin with, here in Germany. And it became always wider. You know, it doesn’t make people close to their government to be told that this is a people’s government, a true democracy, or to be enrolled in civilian defense, or even to vote. All this has little, really nothing, to do with knowing one is governing.

“What happened here was the gradual habituation of the people, little by little, to being governed by surprise; to receiving decisions deliberated in secret; to believing that the situation was so complicated that the government had to act on information which the people could not understand, or so dangerous that, even if the people could not understand it, it could not be released because of national security. And their sense of identification with Hitler, their trust in him, made it easier to widen this gap and reassured those who would otherwise have worried about it.

“This separation of government from people, this widening of the gap, took place so gradually and so insensibly, each step disguised (perhaps not even intentionally) as a temporary emergency measure or associated with true patriotic allegiance or with real social purposes. And all the crises and reforms (real reforms, too) so occupied the people that they did not see the slow motion underneath, of the whole process of government growing remoter and remoter.

“You will understand me when I say that my Middle High German was my life. It was all I cared about. I was a scholar, a specialist. Then, suddenly, I was plunged into all the new activity, as the university was drawn into the new situation; meetings, conferences, interviews, ceremonies, and, above all, papers to be filled out, reports, bibliographies, lists, questionnaires. And on top of that were the demands in the community, the things in which one had to, was ‘expected to’ participate that had not been there or had not been important before. It was all rigmarole, of course, but it consumed all one’s energies, coming on top of the work one really wanted to do. You can see how easy it was, then, not to think about fundamental things. One had no time.”

“Those,” I said, “are the words of my friend the baker. ‘One had no time to think. There was so much going on.’”

“Your friend the baker was right,” said my colleague. “The dictatorship, and the whole process of its coming into being, was above all diverting. It provided an excuse not to think for people who did not want to think anyway. I do not speak of your ‘little men,’ your baker and so on; I speak of my colleagues and myself, learned men, mind you. Most of us did not want to think about fundamental things and never had. There was no need to. Nazism gave us some dreadful, fundamental things to think about—we were decent people—and kept us so busy with continuous changes and ‘crises’ and so fascinated, yes, fascinated, by the machinations of the ‘national enemies,’ without and within, that we had no time to think about these dreadful things that were growing, little by little, all around us. Unconsciously, I suppose, we were grateful. Who wants to think?

“To live in this process is absolutely not to be able to notice it—please try to believe me—unless one has a much greater degree of political awareness, acuity, than most of us had ever had occasion to develop. Each step was so small, so inconsequential, so well explained or, on occasion, ‘regretted,’ that, unless one were detached from the whole process from the beginning, unless one understood what the whole thing was in principle, what all these ‘little measures’ that no ‘patriotic German’ could resent must some day lead to, one no more saw it developing from day to day than a farmer in his field sees the corn growing. One day it is over his head.

“How is this to be avoided, among ordinary men, even highly educated ordinary men? Frankly, I do not know. I do not see, even now. Many, many times since it all happened I have pondered that pair of great maxims, Principiis obsta and Finem respice—‘Resist the beginnings’ and ‘Consider the end.’ But one must foresee the end in order to resist, or even see, the beginnings. One must foresee the end clearly and certainly and how is this to be done, by ordinary men or even by extraordinary men? Things might have. And everyone counts on that might.

“Your ‘little men,’ your Nazi friends, were not against National Socialism in principle. Men like me, who were, are the greater offenders, not because we knew better (that would be too much to say) but because we sensed better. Pastor Niemöller spoke for the thousands and thousands of men like me when he spoke (too modestly of himself) and said that, when the Nazis attacked the Communists, he was a little uneasy, but, after all, he was not a Communist, and so he did nothing; and then they attacked the Socialists, and he was a little uneasier, but, still, he was not a Socialist, and he did nothing; and then the schools, the press, the Jews, and so on, and he was always uneasier, but still he did nothing. And then they attacked the Church, and he was a Churchman, and he did something—but then it was too late.”

“Yes,” I said.

“You see,” my colleague went on, “one doesn’t see exactly where or how to move. Believe me, this is true. Each act, each occasion, is worse than the last, but only a little worse. You wait for the next and the next. You wait for one great shocking occasion, thinking that others, when such a shock comes, will join with you in resisting somehow. You don’t want to act, or even talk, alone; you don’t want to ‘go out of your way to make trouble.’ Why not?—Well, you are not in the habit of doing it. And it is not just fear, fear of standing alone, that restrains you; it is also genuine uncertainty.

“Uncertainty is a very important factor, and, instead of decreasing as time goes on, it grows. Outside, in the streets, in the general community, ‘everyone’ is happy. One hears no protest, and certainly sees none. You know, in France or Italy there would be slogans against the government painted on walls and fences; in Germany, outside the great cities, perhaps, there is not even this. In the university community, in your own community, you speak privately to your colleagues, some of whom certainly feel as you do; but what do they say? They say, ‘It’s not so bad’ or ‘You’re seeing things’ or ‘You’re an alarmist.’

“And you are an alarmist. You are saying that this must lead to this, and you can’t prove it. These are the beginnings, yes; but how do you know for sure when you don’t know the end, and how do you know, or even surmise, the end? On the one hand, your enemies, the law, the regime, the Party, intimidate you. On the other, your colleagues pooh-pooh you as pessimistic or even neurotic. You are left with your close friends, who are, naturally, people who have always thought as you have.

“But your friends are fewer now. Some have drifted off somewhere or submerged themselves in their work. You no longer see as many as you did at meetings or gatherings. Informal groups become smaller; attendance drops off in little organizations, and the organizations themselves wither. Now, in small gatherings of your oldest friends, you feel that you are talking to yourselves, that you are isolated from the reality of things. This weakens your confidence still further and serves as a further deterrent to—to what? It is clearer all the time that, if you are going to do anything, you must make an occasion to do it, and then you are obviously a troublemaker. So you wait, and you wait.

“But the one great shocking occasion, when tens or hundreds or thousands will join with you, never comes. That’s the difficulty. If the last and worst act of the whole regime had come immediately after the first and smallest, thousands, yes, millions would have been sufficiently shocked—if, let us say, the gassing of the Jews in ’43 had come immediately after the ‘German Firm’ stickers on the windows of non-Jewish shops in ’33. But of course this isn’t the way it happens. In between come all the hundreds of little steps, some of them imperceptible, each of them preparing you not to be shocked by the next. Step C is not so much worse than Step B, and, if you did not make a stand at Step B, why should you at Step C? And so on to Step D.

“And one day, too late, your principles, if you were ever sensible of them, all rush in upon you. The burden of self-deception has grown too heavy, and some minor incident, in my case my little boy, hardly more than a baby, saying ‘Jewish swine,’ collapses it all at once, and you see that everything, everything, has changed and changed completely under your nose. The world you live in—your nation, your people—is not the world you were born in at all. The forms are all there, all untouched, all reassuring, the houses, the shops, the jobs, the mealtimes, the visits, the concerts, the cinema, the holidays. But the spirit, which you never noticed because you made the lifelong mistake of identifying it with the forms, is changed. Now you live in a world of hate and fear, and the people who hate and fear do not even know it themselves; when everyone is transformed, no one is transformed. Now you live in a system which rules without responsibility even to God. The system itself could not have intended this in the beginning, but in order to sustain itself it was compelled to go all the way.

“You have gone almost all the way yourself. Life is a continuing process, a flow, not a succession of acts and events at all. It has flowed to a new level, carrying you with it, without any effort on your part. On this new level you live, you have been living more comfortably every day, with new morals, new principles. You have accepted things you would not have accepted five years ago, a year ago, things that your father, even in Germany, could not have imagined.

“Suddenly it all comes down, all at once. You see what you are, what you have done, or, more accurately, what you haven’t done (for that was all that was required of most of us: that we do nothing). You remember those early meetings of your department in the university when, if one had stood, others would have stood, perhaps, but no one stood. A small matter, a matter of hiring this man or that, and you hired this one rather than that. You remember everything now, and your heart breaks. Too late. You are compromised beyond repair.

“What then? You must then shoot yourself. A few did. Or ‘adjust’ your principles. Many tried, and some, I suppose, succeeded; not I, however. Or learn to live the rest of your life with your shame. This last is the nearest there is, under the circumstances, to heroism: shame. Many Germans became this poor kind of hero, many more, I think, than the world knows or cares to know.”

I said nothing. I thought of nothing to say.

“I can tell you,” my colleague went on, “of a man in Leipzig, a judge. He was not a Nazi, except nominally, but he certainly wasn’t an anti-Nazi. He was just—a judge. In ’42 or ’43, early ’43, I think it was, a Jew was tried before him in a case involving, but only incidentally, relations with an ‘Aryan’ woman. This was ‘race injury,’ something the Party was especially anxious to punish. In the case at bar, however, the judge had the power to convict the man of a ‘nonracial’ offense and send him to an ordinary prison for a very long term, thus saving him from Party ‘processing’ which would have meant concentration camp or, more probably, deportation and death. But the man was innocent of the ‘nonracial’ charge, in the judge’s opinion, and so, as an honorable judge, he acquitted him. Of course, the Party seized the Jew as soon as he left the courtroom.”

“And the judge?”

“Yes, the judge. He could not get the case off his conscience—a case, mind you, in which he had acquitted an innocent man. He thought that he should have convicted him and saved him from the Party, but how could he have convicted an innocent man? The thing preyed on him more and more, and he had to talk about it, first to his family, then to his friends, and then to acquaintances. (That’s how I heard about it.) After the ’44 Putsch they arrested him. After that, I don’t know.”

I said nothing.

“Once the war began,” my colleague continued, “resistance, protest, criticism, complaint, all carried with them a multiplied likelihood of the greatest punishment. Mere lack of enthusiasm, or failure to show it in public, was ‘defeatism.’ You assumed that there were lists of those who would be ‘dealt with’ later, after the victory. Goebbels was very clever here, too. He continually promised a ‘victory orgy’ to ‘take care of’ those who thought that their ‘treasonable attitude’ had escaped notice. And he meant it; that was not just propaganda. And that was enough to put an end to all uncertainty.

“Once the war began, the government could do anything ‘necessary’ to win it; so it was with the ‘final solution of the Jewish problem,’ which the Nazis always talked about but never dared undertake, not even the Nazis, until war and its ‘necessities’ gave them the knowledge that they could get away with it. The people abroad who thought that war against Hitler would help the Jews were wrong. And the people in Germany who, once the war had begun, still thought of complaining, protesting, resisting, were betting on Germany’s losing the war. It was a long bet. Not many made it.”

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About Piper Michael

Originating soul of the Unified Field of God, given as a gift of God to a humble Piper. A man who searched the garbage dumps of science and religion for 40 years, in the search for absolute truth. The Einstein-Enoch Equation is the result of the Quest for the Holy Grail.
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