JFK Discourse 1
Pre-Election 2024 (November 2, 2024)
(published here in its entirety)
Hello,
My name was known as John Fitzgerald Kennedy.
Today is November 2nd—a few days before the presidential election, 2024.
Another date of note is upcoming shortly—November 22nd, 1963. The earth is finishing the 60th year of the timetable of my assassination. And yet, the doom with which people face life now in these very un-United States is reminiscent of the Civil War’s raggedness and weariness. A nation in siege, if not “under” siege.
It is the season to watch.
And you all are waiting in wonder.
Who carries a United States flag?—proudly? With the honor of the Founding Fathers? The heavenly hosts?
Where are those who have Profiles in Courage and not DIS-COURAGE? And not UN-COURAGE, but those waiting to be heard. Truly, the outcome of these next days and weeks will not be an emancipation anyone can actually proclaim publicly to this nation or the world.
War is still being fought in the human heart, much like the Civil War was in its post-war time. Mind you, a flag of surrender is involved. And a surrender to the decision. For the outcome of this election is bound by certain rules that have not changed, even if foresight of that eventually was made decades ago.
The problems of this election “weave” their way forward into what—? A conclusion. Yes, of course, in many ways, there will be a sort of “conclusion” when the world hears and accepts the verdict of this race’s outcome. Will there be a united front?
No. No. There will not.
What might you imagine? Weaving can be such a great way to create tapestries that can be hung on walls with honor and dignity, showing patterns and scores of multi-hued colors. Pictures of pastoral scenes or of landscapes—the mixing together of lifepaths.
But when there is true animosity or a feeling from either side of the intellectual capacity of the other side, progress can take a very long and convoluted time.
The building of America came through the journeys of multi-colored people the world around. From those on initial boat trips across stormy waters, finally setting foot on rocks and firmament into which was breathed the meaning of settlement. How powerful. How amazing.
Not all beings who set out to the New World lived to do that. But of those who did, who grew? Those who ventured here?—Yes. Those who were angered by losing their former citizens—Yes.
But the native peoples of America, within their 500 nations in tribes who roamed free on their land, had a different feeling. A different experience and reality. There was, even at the beginning of this landfall, a type of “civil war.” Yes, even back then. The stealing of lands and culture was not without shame.
And the repetition of “un-civility” has chased its tail to these current days.
The quilting of our flag still has 50 stars and 13 stripes. Woven of Red and Blue. These colors depict the voting colors of this two-party political system. But the flag also has the color White. And yet, what flags will wave in the breezes throughout this nation soon?
White flags of surrender? Flags of uncertainty? Fear? Shock? A crumbling of policy and leadership that will have a worldwide impact? Flags captured and imprinted with a name on them to be flown, signaling waves of individual greatness? Or a lone pioneer who waves a flag into and for the future—a tattered, torn red, white, and blue?
Make no mistake. The energies of this time are quite like the ragged soldiers who walked home nearly 160 years ago in 1865. A Proclamation of Emancipation rang out two years before that. And still, there was fighting. But eventually, the soldiers, triumphant or not, trudged back into life--certainly not as they left it. It was within the cinders of despair, of loss of family, home, and livelihood as they had to rediscover or find these cornerstones in its war-torn state. Brothers, husbands, and sons were lost. And families struggled to find the courage to live on.
Yet today, what is counted are not ballots that free anything or anyone. The ballots rather imprison all to a system based on the outcome—whatever that will be. What is worried about and counted now is how many electoral votes will be solid, accompanied by the wonder of how the swing states will vote.
What should be the destiny? Great governance. Without fluff. Without chiseled resolve to overcome the opponents. But as a blanket of great compassion. To cover the scars and heal the very fiber of this nation. And even its stance worldwide.
Are there millions of Americans who today think of this country as “great?” Is anyone sure? Certainly, there are some whose hope has been pumped up. From what stems their reaction?
There is, at this moment, an assassination attempt on this nation from the inside out. On its leaders and its citizens. Assassination of character. Of decency. Of moral fortitude. And on basic kindness.
Yet some of us from here [Spirit world] are working to help stem the tide—but not by stuffing ballot boxes. Or by keeping watchful eyes on ballot handling. Not thinking about seizing the day with a pointed finger, either in accusation or raising it in victory. And not by giving the opposition the show of a particular finger because there is that much disbelief, discouragement, and anguish about the result or that much assurance of an “I told you so.”
What do you think of now? Who do you think is Right? Who is Wrong? No longer the South or the North—this civil war is not about one section of the country doing battle against the other.
Who really won the Civil War? Well, no one—really.
What happened to this nation and to the world after the United States finished its un-civil war? Healing was strapped and stapled together by Guidance unseen. By wiping the bloodied bodies and applying ointments of care.
Our history's findings about the real difficulties born through its “un-civil” wars are here in the corners of the Spirit world. The corners I overturned during my own archeological dig were made once I was rested enough from the shock of my physical death. Studying the damage to the chakra bodies of those touched by wars that are invisible to the eye, I step forward in a quest with others to be on hand to do the same.
The tremors of this election are far deeper than you might imagine. We assemble to help you go forward.
Do you think that many who have name recognition on the Earth blithely float to a golden palace once they leave the Earth plane and come Home?
No. We are then humbled to learn about ourselves. To see the rips in our spirits. To see the tremors and traumas we did not know affected us so deeply. And to judge for ourselves something more about the life we just lived. We find quiet places for contemplation.
It is important. It will be the same for you!
So much commentary is buzzed throughout the 24-hour news channels as one side exposes something about the other. The race riots of the 1960s were televised and certainly drew attention. But the wars at this time in history, while using more technological warfare, are fought more with ammunition of words and ideas, not bullets, which my brother Bobby and I and Mr. Lincoln experienced.
There are “assassination” attempts daily. Each candidate is “assassinating” the other in the broadest sense of the word. But in so doing, there is a great deal of slander. And growing hatred, one side to the other.
To forge pathways of peace and to encourage people to follow trails of discontent are two different approaches in this campaign. The subsequent tearing apart of the fabric of humanity, of the human soul, is—surely—discouraging to all. People may laugh and scoff. They may clap for their candidate. Some are incredibly serious. Others are incredibly giddy. There are those who think about the future of this country. Yet others think about what it will be like to be on the winning “side.”
Where—and most importantly, WHAT—is your profile of courage, may I ask?
In 1961, at my Inauguration, I spoke to the nation of America words that have echoed throughout its history ever since:
“Ask not what your country can do for you—ask what you can do for your country.”
Were I to appear in the hearts or behind the eyelids of those gravely worried about the road forward, I would hope my words written through this channel could and would touch your hearts. As the youngest [elected] president of these United States and the first Catholic, I had much to prove. I was 43 years old—rather still wet behind the ears! And I was another first—the first Catholic to serve as President. Barack Obama was the first African American president. There has not yet been the first United States woman president.
“Firsts” do face challenges. For me, mistakes came wherever I looked. I made deals. Some were helpful. Some were not. Some barely escaped us from being at war. But the point of coming to you with this discourse now is not for the sake of counting anything I did or didn’t do. I just put the situation in a historical context.
Can anything be done, you ask? I will repeat the sentiments from my time on earth from January 20, 1961, and bring out a statement which becomes as a question to you:
“Ask not what your America and world will give you.
Ask what you, specifically, will give America and this world.”
What do I mean? You may wonder why I come now. So close to the deadline of the decision.
It is for that very reason I come.
The soul of JFK has done so many, many things since death. Forged exploration not only beyond a space race but also in a constellation discovery. Worked as a scientist for great strides to come in the next years of this world’s life. Become a healer and help remove the splinters of unused anguish and bitterness. Of grief, not yet looked at. Of self-discoveries that are still overlooked.
This world will be different very soon. It is now in the age of turning its axis—happening right now, as you are on the earth. The souls who came here from the earth on 9/11, for example—what do you think they did once they arrived here? What was all of that for? And what about those who died of the COVID diseases? Was it a shock to the entire world?
Yes, it was. There was great fear. There was a great conflict of different stories as to why, who, and what happened. Just to be safe, flags of surrender went up and were visible throughout all the nations, nationalities, and cultures for this seeming tragedy. But those who came here learned their deaths were not tragic. They were instrumental. And still are instrumental.
All the words of love that could not be shared on that September day or ever after, or throughout the months of physical and emotional/spiritual death stench from body bags as thousands were buried in “graves,” were not unlike those buried in the pit graves within concentration camps. Many were in isolation before death and had no possible way to say goodbye to loved ones face to face. And what of those who died at Masada? Or those of the 900+-member massacre at Jonestown.
These were, and are, profiles of courage. These individuals lived their own profile of courage, facing what was to them LIFE; their families and loved ones were literally being ripped apart at the seams. But in 9/11 and COVID times, the world took notice. Woke up. Became alert. Became afraid of death. And perhaps also afraid of life.
The service and sacrifice of groups of people throughout the Earth’s history have been for shifts of consciousness. Shifts in the way of thinking. Shifts in the way of being. The very verbal slurs today flung from one camp to the other are things we here hear all too loud and clear.
We resist coming without your explicit invitation. But I/we feel now this is a time to advance the way toward healing this nation, not to mention other places in the world.
Rebuilding is not easy. There are no fixed patterns, necessarily. There are enormous gaps in understanding. As we listen to your inmost quite frail cries for help, we have become almost tearful. We have been waiting on the sidelines.
But there is now a tide to turn the corner to edge into new ways of relating between spiritual and physical beings and worlds. I hope you can hear my voice and will comprehend what I might have gone through during my own healing here after my assassination.
I/we are many in number who wish to help you through the crises of these “assassinations” and points and plots for destruction now plaguing the earth.
It is okay to ask.
And, in some ways, it is essential.
Please remember and realize that you need to ask for us to mobilize in our greatest strength. We ask for your grace that we did not cut through the chords of discontent so thick now, choking this America during the election.
Did I come today to help you assess the pieces that will inevitably need to be picked up? Yes and no. I am not a flowery type. I was, in my fabric, a scrappy kid who went through tremendous physical pain. But the truth is I loved the good life. I loved turning on the charm. My own Profile of Courage was enduring physical pain.
Yet, I listened to the heartbeat of America, and I turned my thoughts toward how to help and forge a path forward to change my nation by going into politics. Based somewhat on my father’s and my older brother Joe’s expectations, to be sure. But even based on my own and those of my kid brothers, Bobby and Teddy—well, we became excited and wanted to make big differences in this nation. And we were hopeful that it would spread to the world.
So, I am not necessarily here to assist anyone’s individual grief. But I do stand here, in another way, in hopes of echoing the words that help you see the Profiles in Courage many of us here in the Spirit world have to help assist what is and will continue to be the war-torn nation you are facing.
What are we here to do? Hand you a torch. An invisible one. Much like beginning the Peace Corps [an organization President Kennedy inaugurated a few months after taking office], when I gave this possibility as a “torch” for individuals to go to other nations and serve the people, helping create conversation and greater understanding. Through hard work. Through grit and guts.
Do you think a gunshot wound to the brain would deter me from that initial vision? To me, as JFK, even though different from the way it started, I still see the Corps as an invisible “torch” burning to extend more than handshakes between officials in the United Nations, as a grassroots way to illuminate ways for hands-on cooperation.
And we from Spirit are here to lend a hand now. To give you not a flag of surrender or hand you one from any specific nation. This is Earth. This whole earth needs healing. A “new earth,” as has been graciously written and spoken about, has to do with mutual respect and cooperation—even one world (spiritual) working with the other (physical world).
Will you take a torch to go forward with us? Know this: there will be darkness. There will be animosity. There will be wounds that need healing—not just in this nation but in the world scope of humanity’s home.
When will you realize not to rely on the American flag to wave and simply take for granted that your nation will do something? When will you find the courage (not the dis-courage) within your soul to plant seeds that upcoming generations will harvest after you pass to this world?
We suggest, humbly, with our hearts afire with you, to start now. Start now! In prayer or intention or whatever vehicles you can use to bring calm upon this Mother Earth. Walk bravely into the grassroots. Be in the trenches.
It isn’t necessary to be politicians or businessmen longing to go to other planets, although their contributions do have their place in advancement. But it also isn’t crucial to have mansions with reserves of gold and collections of silver or enough paper currency to buy one’s way out of trouble.
By the courage of your own conviction, do something valuable that is much needed. Rebuild with loving compassion. Rebuild as pilgrims of a new peace.
The election “result” and the eventual outcome is a bridge from where you are now as you go to a new land—a world—of greater dimensions. It is the epoch of discovery yet to be known. You may placate yourself by feeling you need not be among those who are helping, but if there were more and more individuals who could envision healing this world, these nations, villages, and cities of note, or those riddled and rattled with crime, there would be and indeed could be a new earth more quickly.
This is not an emancipation proclamation in the most basic sense of the word. But in another sense, it is precisely that!—with a difference.
Proclaim your emancipation to the dictates of popular opinions.
Be not downtrodden by actions and rhetoric or accusations post-election.
Find the courage of conviction to envision.
To pray or intend for the new earth, not a new world order. But a new world of greater cooperation. A new world of greater foresight.
We, here, come in long lines to help you. [I saw massive numbers in white and blue mist light coming forward.] With your vision. With your hearts—for whatever the actual “result” also hinges on what people do in the swirling waters of outcome.
Each of you is part of that outcome. Grab onto the torch we hand you and walk with it along your way as you look to see our torches from here, lighting the pathway for you and your fellow travelers.
I will come again within a short time. Until then, I wish you peace. I trust in you to keep peace in your heart and extend olive branches and the amazing work that can be done through forgiveness.
I ask. In humility. With respect. And through deep, prevailing love for this amazing Earth.
“Jack” K.
[brackets indicate notes from the channel]