July 21, esoterically speaking, is a day of conflict. According to the I Ching, "7" is "Army," and "21" is "Biting Through." Together they spell "Conflict."
Is it any wonder that on this day in history the Dutch territory of New Netherlands (New York state) falls into English hands in a peace treaty from the Second Anglo-Dutch War. Of course, there is no mention of the Native Americans who never agreed to shit, and in any modern court of law would still be the legal owners of New Netherlands and the other 48 continental states due to a lack of "Consideration" according to contract law, i.e., what did the White Man offer in consideration for the Native's land?... Answer: Nothing! Nada! Jack Shit! Period.
Then in 1861 on another hot July 21, there was the Battle of Bull Run, the first major battle of the American Civil War which was fought on a strip of land still inhabited by the American Powhatan Confederacy, the most beautiful, peaceful, loving people ever: The Algonquian People. Where's that contract?
Okay, I'm not arguing to give the Americas back the original owners, because, well, like you, I like it here; but Goddamn, at least admit the documented genocide imposed on them by squatters like you and me.
What Shakespeare wrote regarding Henry IV's victory in defending his thrown from the Welsh on this day in 1403, seems to sum up the American Genocide perfectly:
Ill-weaved ambition, how much art thou shrunk!
When that this body did contain a spirit,
A kingdom for it was too small a bound,
But now two paces of the vilest earth
Is room enough.
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Also, let's not forget that on a zero gravity day on July 21, in 1969, Edwin E. (Buzz) Aldrin, the second man to set foot on the Moon wrote in his journal:
The blue color of my boot has completely disappeared now into this -- still don't know exactly what color to describe this other than grayish-cocoa color. It appears to be covering most of the lighter part of my boot....
Odor is very subjective, but to me there was a distinct smell to the lunar material -- pungent, like gunpowder or spent cap-pistol caps. We carted a fair amount of lunar dust back inside the vehicle with us, either on our suits and boots or on the conveyor system we used to get boxes and equipment back inside. We did notice the odor right away.
(The Folio Book of Days, 2002.)
~~ Eso Terry
