After experiencing firsthand the arrival of the Taiwan President in one of
our most liberal cities, I had to ask myself, "Did Freedom take one on the Chen in San Francisco?"
Chen, of course being, Chen Shu-Bian, democratically elected leader of
the eastern Asia island of Taiwan.
It’s not every day in the life of a Chauffeur that we get to be a part
of escorting a diplomatic party. It was like what you might see on TV or one of these portrayals of some factionary character
on a DVD.
When they started trotting out the bomb-sniffing dogs and rolling those curved
concave mirrors under our vehicles, we knew this wasn't an average day.
But who was Chen Shui-bian and why was his visit to San Francisco filled with
so much controversy?
Apparently the Taiwanese consulate in San Francisco had ordered about 14 vehicles
to pick up their party at SFO (San Francisco International Airport). Later I would find out they do not even have an official
consulate in San Francisco. I anticipated we might have to drive their party there, so looked it up on the net. The building
was non -descript. Seemed odd for an official site, but than as I was to find out, nothing was exactly as it seemed with Taiwan's
presence in the U.S. Again, i thought why is this?
More would be revealed.
Already there was some good fortune that i would be a part of only four vehicles
that would get to go on the actual commercial tarmac to pick up the President and his immediate party. This in itself never
happens. They just don't let our vehicles go out on general landing space. Right away, it was like whoa! this is different.
Backtracking a little bit we got our first glimpse of the Taiwanese people
when we arrived at our first destination, the St. Regis hotel on 3rd st.
The St. Regis is really no second cousin to high profile people staying at
their hotel, but this event was on another level.
Our first objective as Chauffeurs was to find our contact. Apparently the party
we were going to pick up at the hotel was going to drive out to the airport to pick up the President's party. This was a good
time to talk with some of those associated with their group and find out what was happening.
I found a congenial and willing enough Taiwanese gentleman who spoke English
well and was relatively eager to enlighten me to the climate surrounding the Presidents (Taiwan) visit here.
A camera crew also approached me from Los Angeles who was hoping i could provide
some inside details about the President's arrival.
It didn't take a lot of common sense to figure out there were at least two
camps there, those that were very supportive of Chen' visit and another group that were lining up to discredit him for being
Chen apparently was beloved by his supporters, who were starting to mingle
in. They wore green as the color of Chen's democratic party in Taiwan. There were also present a second group who wore red
and these were Chinese people also, whether or not they were from mainland China or the island of Taiwan wasn't clear, but
i think they were living in San Francisco. That is where I first learned of the one China policy. Chen's supporters wanted
to have autonomy from Mainland China's autocratic rule. They wanted to operate independently, perhaps even seeking their own
sovereignty. Seemed reasonable to me. China is a communist regime. Taiwan wanted its freedom. They (Taiwan) were already
operating as a viable, prosperous democratic model. These people in the red wanted there to not be two different Chinas,
they called it "two state." assertion. There seemed to be a deep divide. It also seemed to be complicated.
I had a humorous thought. At least they were wearing different colors that
made it easy, like the home and away teams in sports. Red team, Green team.
But in fact my jest, really concealed my own concerns, somewhat conflicted
by an uneasy sense of the rights to freedom, and why not?
The scene at the hotel continued to build momentum, it hadn't really become
the full-fledged circus like event it would be several hours later. There was a kind of an edgy melodramatic atmosphere
and while i waiting around i noticed other things too.
I took some diversion in taking stock of my fellow chauffeurs and what colorful
characters they were. There was George, a rotund and mostly engaging friendly guy. He had a large barrel upper torso and his
girth caused his tie to not reach his waist. Because of the way his suit fit, he kind of reminded me of those Italian
made guys in a non literal way, but he looked like he could have been a union leader, so we called him the under boss.
Another Chauffeur was this middle age brother, who I never knew his ethic make-up,
but English probably wasn't his first language. I got the sense he was Turkish or Greek, maybe Baltic, but all i knew
was we called him Zacky. He was harmless really and pleasant in his own way, but his demeanor was over zealous about asking
questions right while you were in the middle of doing something. He taught me something about being accommodating, but his
mannerisms were odd and he seemed to be hardly aware of personal space boundaries, but i never really got offended by him.
He got the name wacky Zacky that made other chauffeurs remember who he was.
Because of the really special nature of the event, we worked as a team more
(Chauffeurs) and i was interested to see if either of them picked up the significance of what was going on. We were part of
this journey together. It sort of helped me get some co-measurement of perspective, because i was just having all these
transcendent thoughts forming in my mind. It really seemed like we were a part of history being made, though not everybody
might have counted it that way.
I really got interested in trying to get to know these Taiwanese people who
were our clients. I couldn't help but notice the supporters who began to arrive at the hotel location after being bused
in. I got the sense that i was getting a glimpse into the soul of Taiwan itself through these people.
There was a quality of peacefulness in them. It was also interesting how the
group we were picking up moved about in gracefulness in the midst of all the scurrying of activity and protests put upon them.
There wasn't the sense of pretentiousness about them; they were quite likable,
even self-depreciating. They seemed different in a sense of other Asian cultures i have been around. It might to be
hard to put in terms, but there was a lack of anxiety in their auras. They had a quality, a subtle nature, self-assuring,
comforting and a sense of appreciation towards life.
It may not be something tangible but intuitively i sensed they had a race
consciousness that was associated with freedom. It was a flame, a real measurable energy that expressed itself through
them. It was something i became aware of through contrast by being in Russia that permeates in people that live in a culture
of freedom. There is a joy that accompanies freedom and it exudes in the personality of the people. It is also a quality
of the soul.
I actually felt that by coming to San Francisco, these people of Taiwan
had brought the reminder of the fire of Freedom that has to live and reside and express itself in the people for a country
and its peoples to prosper and to be free.
Compared to these people i felt like Freedom in American had gone soft.
Sort of the lumbering, paunchy self contented sort of democracy. We are supposed to be champions of freedom in the world and
instead we are becoming a self-bloated, soft in the midsection semblance of our fiery destiny. What a wake up call!
It seemed like tiny Taiwan, had the banner of freedom and they brought it to
America as a gift and we had to help them defend it.
In my own heart I began to think of Saint Germain and the sponsorship of Freedom
to the earth. I also thought that these Taiwanese people were very dear souls, souls that had a great light within them.
I came across a teaching from Saint Germain that extolled the qualities of
people of light that made me think of the potential of America and the critical battle for Taiwan to remain a land of Freedom.
Saint Germain's teaching was given to Guy Ballard in the 1930's and re-vivified
through observations of actually contacting the record of that time and lifetime. From "Unveiled Mysteries." referring to
a Golden age civilization 70,000 years ago:
"This civilization," he went on, rose to its apex seventy thousand years ago,"
We entered the city, and felt an unusual rhythmic activity that gave me a strange sensation of lightness while walking.
These people all moved with great ease and grace. (Sound familiar?) I asked Saint Germain the reason for this and he replied:
"These people remembered their Source and knew themselves as Sons of
God hence, were the possessors and operators of power and wisdom that, to you may seem miraculous and superhuman. Truthfully
speaking, there are no such thing as miracles, for all that is according to Law and that which seems miraculous to the present
concept of humanity, is but the result of the application of laws to which mankind's present consciousness is unaccustomed,
and seems so strange and unusual."
Some of this teaching began to have me consider the similar characteristics
of some of the souls I met from Taiwan and the circumstances in modern America. Also the whole sequences of occurrences we
were witnessing seemed to be a living social studies lesson, except with some rather cosmic perspectives.
I myself began to assess my own role and purpose for being here in San Francisco
during this visit. Somehow i knew the causes of Freedom were at stake. I hardly hid from myself the understanding that Freedom
is asleep in America. What we take for granted as freedom is hardly that, it’s more like being able to do whatever
you want. That's what most people think, but maybe we're missing the point.
I started to see these banners pop up that really got me to thinking how many
Americans have no idea about the responsibility of Freedom. First i saw it in Napa, California and it said, "Freedom is not
I thought to myself, well, "I'm not this black tie and this black suit sitting
around just watching this Cosmic Civics class playing out before me. I 've got a part! I've got to learn something here, and
just like that i felt my whole being surge with more than an ordinary sense of understanding. "By God, Freedom is a force!
It's a living, pulsing activating energy. Its a consciousness too, and it our job to fan it, to give devotion to it." Freedom
is a principle. We can't become passive and watch all aspects of freedom disintegrate from our culture, our society, and our
country. There will always be the Chinas of the world and the oppressions of communism that desire to devour freedoms bastions,
freedoms lands and the hearts of people who desire to be free!
From then on at that moment i decided i was going to be Freedom's representative
on the scene and i was going to invoke Saint Germain's cosmic quality of Freedom to be upon all those present willing to Stand
If i could i would have made a dash to the utility room and pull off that Chauffeurs
uniform underneath it reveal the cape of freedom i wore with the words "Freedom Fighter," emblazoned on my chest.
But hey, this isn't some cartoon and i just made an inner shift and the awareness came upon me that what better way then to
walk among the people be willing to radiate the power of freedom that it could drawn down right around every soul present.
So that’s what i did, i just chilled and i got focused that i could be a point of contact for freedoms fire in the earth
right here in San Francisco at this very moment. That's what I decided to do.
I really wound up getting hot for Freedoms causes that day. In fact it hasn't
really cooled, and before the end of that day on January 8, 2007, it got a lot toastier.
(End of Part I)
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