Subject: Bad moon over America Tue Apr 30, 2013 11:05 am
Dancing to the tune of the Saudi royal agenda Bad moon over America
By Doug Hagmann (Bio and Archives) Tuesday, April 30, 2013
As the events in Boston played out over the last two weeks, one facet of this administration’s actions kept troubling me. I couldn’t quite see it through the dense fog of information and accusations at first, but then in the dark of a restless night after my oral surgery a few days ago, I looked skyward and asked God Almighty for some light on the big picture, because I’m a “big picture, bottom line” kind of guy. It seemed that within seconds, the clouds overhead began to break, and out of the darkness rose a full moon. Somehow it seemed like an answer, but how?
I thought about my family and friends and then about my country and the world. I tend to be a little dense at times and it still wasn’t quite clear to me what the moon rising on the horizon had to do with my hope for divinely inspired insights and revelations. Amid the haze of my pain and medication, I startled myself by talking out loud to the Almighty, perhaps a bit too testily for which I hope I will be forgiven. “Don’t you see,” I fumed, “I’m just trying to get some perspective on our situation. How can I help people if I can’t get their attention on the big problems looming right in front of us?”
Perhaps it was the medication, but for the life of me I thought I heard God chuckle a bit as I just stood there staring at the odd moonlit shapes and shadows around me. It’s strange how moonlight makes the colors go away, turning everything monochrome. The dark shadows of a rising moon distort and lie about what is really around you. The buds and flowers on the oak and cherry tree branches which seemed so beautiful and reassuring on the previous spring afternoon suddenly become foreboding and stark. The slightest, rustling breeze puts one’s senses on edge, seeing what your imagination is hearing.
Bad moon rising Standing in the darkness, my thoughts wandered to a song from my youth by Credence Clearwater Revival, Bad Moon Rising. The lyrics were well imprinted in my subconscious: “I see the bad moon arising. I see trouble on the way. I see earthquakes and lightnin’. I see bad times today. Don’t go around tonight, well, it’s bound to take your life, there’s a bad moon on the rise.”
I already felt sick and the thoughts induced by that rock scripture weren’t very comforting. Not being one to leave fate completely to chance, I walked back inside where I chased a couple more pills with some clear water in pursuit of my own “revival.” While waiting for the promised relief I took a deep breath and badgered the Almighty yet again, clearly showing my heightened exasperation, for which I have since apologized.
“Please excuse my blindness, but what am I missing here? I see a full moon. How’s that relevant to Boston or Benghazi? How does that tell us anything about the times we’re in?”
Bad economic moon I complained to God that I’ve written about the peril our economy is facing as this president and his administration are kissing up to the globalists, and are in apparent agreement with their curses on our currency with their proclamations that they intend to “just kill the dollar.” In those moonlit moments, I complained about how wrong it seemed that no one has yet to challenge the president by asking whether the statement made by a high level Obama Administration official is truly their intent or if this official perhaps misstated the administration’s position.
Perhaps “we the people” don’t have the right perspective on the matter and there is a defensible situation that the president and this administration could envision where “killing” the dollar was a wise alternative that could be made to make sense to the American people… and for that matter, all other people around the world who rely on a stable U.S. dollar as their country’s reserve currency. I again stared at the rising arc of the full moon. I felt a bit indignant at the indignity of the situation. I again begged God out loud, “please, please help me to see the obvious, if it’s actually that obvious! What am I missing here, what’s right in my face that I’m not seeing?”
A tale of two moons I closed my eyes and for a moment and I thought God directed a little nod to me, telling me to “look again!” After giving my eyes a moment to readjust, I looked back up at that full moon. In the blur and for an instant I was seeing double! Albeit briefly, two moons.
Subject: Bad moon over America 
Tue Apr 30, 2013 11:05 am
