To chelas ascending banners of stars,

Saint Germain I AM. And I Am Free. Are you Free? Can you BE? Can you be me? Can you be You? The tried and True? The True You? True as Red White and Blue?

To the chelas raising star spangled banners,

Uncle Sam I AM. S.A.M. Sovereign Ascended Master. Saint AMerica. I Am Here. I have been here. I have been present for the destiny and history of this great nation from the beginning. Sailed in on winds of Freedom and divine direction. I arrived here through arduous journeys long ago. Conditions like those of today, and everyday. Where faiths are tested. Where God provides. Where keeping on keeping on has become the fiat of the hour. Keep on keeping on; and keep on keeping on and on and on. And keep the flame close and alit burning on the altar of the home fire, the altar of the heart & the altar of the daily service. Keep on in Freedom’s Flame. From sea to shining sea.

Sam I Am. Solid Awake Manifested. Secure Aware and More. Sam I AM. I choose to BE. I want YOU. To be united in the unbending Peace of God. A buddha whose sword punctures veils. Sam I Am. I want YOU for the I AM RACE. Do You want You for the I AM Race? Do You want to BE? For how can you BE without proclaiming I AM? Proclaim I AM THAT I AM. The darkness is ours to command.

Uncle SAM I AM. A father of this island of liberty. A Plymouth Rock of Christ where our foundation of freedom was born. Where our liberty Bell has rung. Consecrated and Cracked open upon the Rockies, ringing true through the Royal Blue Teton, down through Sacred Shasta and Father Yosemite and Beyond. The dams of God’s Love overflow with waterfalls of Freedom’s Victory.

SAM I AM. Saint America. A Holy Brother, an Uncle to All. I have been Present as Sam before. I have been present as the Prophet Samuel. The great prophet who anointed the soul of Jesus, before Jesus was a man, embodied as King David in times of Antiquity. And here I Am again to anoint the Christ child in you. Just as I anointed and cared for my beloved son, years later as Jesus son of Joseph, the Patriarch Saint Germain. Forthcoming Sam I AM yet again. As Irineu’s “Papai Samuel ” Samuel Piyãnko of the Ashaninka people, who gave Raimundo Serra his first taste of Holy Light. To study the indigenious arts of humility and shamanic practices for truly I AM a Master of Ceremony in a Golden Age. Will you step on this first step with me to follow with firmness and joy.?

Saint Germain I AM here to anoint Christ in all. To bring Freedom to this Nation during this time. A time of prophecy. Where wheat and chaff are separated, and the bread of the body of Christ is laven with prayers to the One. Where Tea parties fill emotional bodies in Mass love’s retreat reigns on all.

I stand here in Washington this weekend. Standing and Marching among Patriots of God’s Will. Standing in Justice and Opportunity. Waving banners of Freedom fiercely in the wind. Banners that once quivered so slightly with just a gentle breeze. A flame that sparkled into being in the imagination of great ones who dreamed her true. Like the simple seed that dreams of a mighty oak. Can you feel this dream? Can you hear this wind? This wind that’s howling now, this wind that started long time ago with a gentle breeze. Can you feel this wind on your cheeks? Can you feel this wind that cuts right through your layers like a Machete, that cuts like a circle and sword of blue flame. Can you feel this wind on your bare skin. Can you feel the warmth as you step on the cold earth? Can you feel it now? For its gonna blow. Gonna blow gonna blow. And everybodys gonna know.

Germain I AM. And I stand overlighting our capitol and our capitol building. Overlighting the freedom flame anchored in the Goddess. This Goddess of Freedom who holds in her hand a shield of God’s Love. I walk hand in hand with her and heart and heart with you. I play in the band.

I have come again. To hold my sword and shield. My shield of stars. Stars of brilliance whose rights shine against tyranny, slander, and disruption. My shield that straps with the sounds of Freedom, Press, Religion, and Petition. Hop on board the Freedom Express. Strap yourself in. Lace up your boots for they are made for walking. And your Voice is made for talking. For when they come for him or her and then they come for me, who is left to speak.

I come on a white horse. A horse whiter than snow; with wings of fire and ice. I come humble and in salvation’s name I bow. I come to show The Way. I come with swords of the spoken words. And with shields of stars. To Claim America for the Land of the Free. United for all eternity. United in Liberty. United in Freedom. Standing. United. From sea to shining sea. Marching on Liberty’s Flame.

SAM I AM and I AM FREE. A brother for all eternity. Will you be Free? Will you be with me? Will you BE?

-Sanctus Germanus