Thursday, April 19, 2012

April 19,1775 The Day Our Freedom Began

Today is the 19th of April.

Back in 1775 this is where a handful of farmer "stood their ground," against the

most powerful army in the world, The British Army."

I would like you to read this wonderful poem by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow penned many years after the American Revolution.

Thanks to Revere, Dawes and Dr. Prescott, (who actually did get through to sound the alarm, we live in a free county.

Thank you brave men for giving me my country and risking your lives on that famous
midnight ride, back on April 18 1775.

Here is the story of Paul Revere's Ride

Click this link to hear the narration By Wayne F. Perkins, Stress Annihilator

Paul Revere's Ride
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow




Paul Revere's Ride by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

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Listen my children and you shall hear
Of the midnight ride of Paul Revere,
On the eighteenth of April, in Seventy-five;
Hardly a man is now alive
Who remembers that famous day and year.

He said to his friend, "If the British march
By land or sea from the town to-night,
Hang a lantern aloft in the belfry arch
Of the North Church tower as a signal light,--
One if by land, and two if by sea;
And I on the opposite shore will be,
Ready to ride and spread the alarm
Through every Middlesex village and farm,
For the country folk to be up and to arm."

Then he said "Good-night!" and with muffled oar
Silently rowed to the Charlestown shore,
Just as the moon rose over the bay,
Where swinging wide at her moorings lay
The Somerset, British man-of-war;
A phantom ship, with each mast and spar
Across the moon like a prison bar,
And a huge black hulk, that was magnified
By its own reflection in the tide.

Meanwhile, his friend through alley and street
Wanders and watches, with eager ears,
Till in the silence around him he hears
The muster of men at the barrack door,
The sound of arms, and the tramp of feet,
And the measured tread of the grenadiers,
Marching down to their boats on the shore.

Then he climbed the tower of the Old North Church,
By the wooden stairs, with stealthy tread,
To the belfry chamber overhead,
And startled the pigeons from their perch
On the sombre rafters, that round him made
Masses and moving shapes of shade,--
By the trembling ladder, steep and tall,
To the highest window in the wall,
Where he paused to listen and look down
A moment on the roofs of the town
And the moonlight flowing over all.

Beneath, in the churchyard, lay the dead,
In their night encampment on the hill,
Wrapped in silence so deep and still
That he could hear, like a sentinel's tread,
The watchful night-wind, as it went
Creeping along from tent to tent,
And seeming to whisper, "All is well!"
A moment only he feels the spell
Of the place and the hour, and the secret dread
Of the lonely belfry and the dead;
For suddenly all his thoughts are bent
On a shadowy something far away,
Where the river widens to meet the bay,--
A line of black that bends and floats
On the rising tide like a bridge of boats.

Meanwhile, impatient to mount and ride,
Booted and spurred, with a heavy stride
On the opposite shore walked Paul Revere.
Now he patted his horse's side,
Now he gazed at the landscape far and near,
Then, impetuous, stamped the earth,

And turned and tightened his saddle girth;
But mostly he watched with eager search
The belfry tower of the Old North Church,
As it rose above the graves on the hill,
Lonely and spectral and sombre and still.
And lo! as he looks, on the belfry's height
A glimmer, and then a gleam of light!
He springs to the saddle, the bridle he turns,
But lingers and gazes, till full on his sight
A second lamp in the belfry burns.

A hurry of hoofs in a village street,
A shape in the moonlight, a bulk in the dark,
And beneath, from the pebbles, in passing, a spark
Struck out by a steed flying fearless and fleet;
That was all! And yet, through the gloom and the light,
The fate of a nation was riding that night;
And the spark struck out by that steed, in his flight,
Kindled the land into flame with its heat.
He has left the village and mounted the steep,
And beneath him, tranquil and broad and deep,
Is the Mystic, meeting the ocean tides;
And under the alders that skirt its edge,
Now soft on the sand, now loud on the ledge,
Is heard the tramp of his steed as he rides.

It was twelve by the village clock
When he crossed the bridge into Medford town.
He heard the crowing of the cock,
And the barking of the farmer's dog,
And felt the damp of the river fog,
That rises after the sun goes down.

It was one by the village clock,
When he galloped into Lexington.
He saw the gilded weathercock
Swim in the moonlight as he passed,
And the meeting-house windows, black and bare,
Gaze at him with a spectral glare,
As if they already stood aghast
At the bloody work they would look upon.

It was two by the village clock,
When he came to the bridge in Concord town.
He heard the bleating of the flock,
And the twitter of birds among the trees,
And felt the breath of the morning breeze
Blowing over the meadow brown.
And one was safe and asleep in his bed
Who at the bridge would be first to fall,
Who that day would be lying dead,
Pierced by a British musket ball.

You know the rest. In the books you have read
How the British Regulars fired and fled,---
How the farmers gave them ball for ball,
>From behind each fence and farmyard wall,
Chasing the redcoats down the lane,
Then crossing the fields to emerge again
Under the trees at the turn of the road,
And only pausing to fire and load.

So through the night rode Paul Revere;
And so through the night went his cry of alarm
To every Middlesex village and farm,---
A cry of defiance, and not of fear,
A voice in the darkness, a knock at the door,
And a word that shall echo for evermore!
For, borne on the night-wind of the Past,
Through all our history, to the last,
In the hour of darkness and peril and need,
The people will waken and listen to hear
The hurrying hoof-beats of that steed,
And the midnight message of Paul Revere.


Thank you for reading,

Wayne F. Perkins
Master Hypnotist Trainer

Stress Annihilator

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Hypnosis Tip #2 Find a Quiet Place

Welcome to Hypnosis Tip #2;

Find a Quiet Place to Begin

The first obstacle when learning a subject is how to begin.

When learning the art and science of hypnosis you need to
begin by finding a quiet place to learn.

You first must find a quiet place in order to later harvest
the quiet affects of hypnosis. When you hypnotize another
person, (we will call him a "subject") you take him or her
into a quiet place in the subject's mind.

This special place is usually reached only when your
subject is asleep at night. It is a magical place where
dreams come true.

You can best serve your subject by first learning in a
quiet place at home, in your garden, by an ocean or lake,
or another place that you feel confortable.

You want to learn in a place where you can quietly relax
and dream about your goals as a hypnotist.

Begin to learn by yourself. When you first hypnotize or
practice hypnotizing your first subjects, make sure you
take them to your special place where you can feel calm,
confident and relaxed.

Hypnosis is Super Concentration.

When deeply hypnotized, your subject will be concentrating
so well that his eyes will close down, and all visual
distractions will be gone and he or she will only be listen-
ing to the suggestions you are giving him.

When you are learning hypnosis, you want to put yourself in
the same mental condition as well

Find a quiet place. Take 3 deep breathes.

Exhale completely and focus on your goals of becoming a
professional hypnotist, or just being able to hypnotize your
first hypnosis subject.

You will find a powerful self-confidence as you learn the
true magic of the mind, "hypnosis."

Thank you and good luck,


Wayne F. Perkins
Master Hypnotist Trainer

http://www.wayneperkins.net

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