The Spirit of George Washington
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The Spirit of George WashingtonThe first U.S. President speaks from the Other Side.
Scribe Edith Ellis met the spirit of George Washington one evening in 1944. He contacted her from the “other side” to ask if she would serve as a channel so that he could dictate his autobiography for his “fellow American patriots,” believing that he had kept his personal feelings about his life far too private.
George Washington had a genuine spiritual purpose in contacting Edith Ellis. He felt that the time had come to share with Americans the content of his heart and soul as he felt that he had denied Americans this part of his life while alive. Washington clearly stated that his intention in wanting to communicate his autobiography was that he felt that he had denied Americans any insight into his emotional being while alive, and into the way he felt about this nation and all that he experienced, such as the fear and horror of his time at Valley Forge. Our image of him historically is that he was a frozen figure. That, he felt, hardly did him justice.
America was entering a dangerous vulnerable period of time; Washington felt when he worked with Edith Ellis, that it was a time when the country was coming close to losing contact with its founding vision. Washington believed that if Americans reconnected with his spirit, and with what he had experienced during the struggle for this nation, the enduring bond he had established between himself and his beloved nation would help to reawaken the founding spirit of America. But curiously Washington wasn’t referring to the psychic climate of 1944, when America was at the height of its pride and glory, filled with the honor that comes from having won two wars against two enemies. He was looking ahead, down the road in the decades following World War II. He was looking at us.
Washington said he came back to share the content of his heart and spirit because he felt he might inspire Americans to feel a passion for this nation again lest we lose our way, lest we lose the vision that inspired the birth of this great nation. It’s obvious we are living in a time of great change; we are living in an atmosphere as volatile perhaps as what our forefathers and mothers must have felt when they anticipated what they would have to go through to bring forth a new beginning, a new nation, a new spiritual paradigm, for that is what America represented in 1776.
We are very much at the crossroads of a new spiritual paradigm, and most certainly America is once again at the forefront of a revolution. This time it’s global. The stakes are higher, the consequences far more lethal, but the power of America’s vision remains intact if we as a nation reconnect with that vision.
The following is a short excerpt from An Autobiography of George Washington. In his own words, this mystical Founding Father recounts the day he was voted the first President of the United States.
My first feeling was one of horror at this new and terrible responsibility, just as I had begun to feel free once more to live my own life. This, of course, was soon replaced by a sense of destiny and a feeling of profound humility that in my weary hands would be confided the welfare of the Republic.
As soon as I could find my voice, I thanked the members of Congress briefly after the vote was taken, for there was neither goodwill, nor even the pretense of it in their faces. Hamilton, Adams, Livingston, and a half a dozen others were sincere and warm in their attitude, but all the rest of the 42 members were grinning as if to say, “Now you are among us for four years. Let’s see what you can do.”
I left the meeting and went at once to my room in the Inn. There beside my table, I fell on my knees and prayed for guidance and strength to so use my office that the people would find in my administration justice, and all the freedom I had fought for. I remained there in a sort of exhausted daze when standing before me, on the other side of the table, appeared again my astral double, this time attired in black velvet and wearing a white court wig, tied with a black ribbon, a fine lace fall and ruffles and with silken stockings and silver buckled shoes,. The figure looked as I had never looked in my life. My hair had grown thin from lack of nourishment, but I was not bald. I still wore it in a loop, tied with a narrow black ribbon. Like most people, I did wear a court wig on gala occasions.
The figure was smiling, and seemed happy. I was too astonished to think clearly, and simply stared in awe. Soon it spoke, “I am now content. You have done your best and you have won your Cause. Now you will rule over the Republic for eight years. Do not stay in office after the second four years. Men who stay in office longer lose all perspective of their own rights and become tyrants. Give all the citizens your love and devotion. Your great and splendid record of service will be a light to lead other patriots in other lands.”