An Unknown Speaker

How heavily have you studied the Revolutionary War, the signing of the Declaration of Independence, the Boston Tea Party, the Constitution, the events that led up to the Colonist's Rebellion. I'll admit, history and social studies were NOT my favorite classes in high school and Mr. Arbutino would attest to that! These patriots won us our freedom and many of us take that freedom for granted. As I have done my small amount of research on our family's genealogy, I've found a new sense of pride in our country and what our forefathers have done for us. We need to make sure we do as much for the next generations. Did you ever think ..... "What kind of man did it take to sign the Declaration of Independence? Was it a foregone conclusion that if you were a delegate, you signed the document in favor of independence? Here's an article taken from the book "The Secret Destiny of America" that makes one think otherwise. Read on, and then tell me how you would have voted. Would your name have been first on this Declaration of Independence?

The "Unknown" swayed the Signers of the Declaration of Independence, who would have faced the death penalty for high treason. Courageous men, who debated long before they picked up the quill pen to sign the parchment that declared the independence of the colonies from the mother country on July 4, 1776.

For many hours they had debated in the State House at Philadelphia, with the lower chamber doors locked and a guard posted.

According to Jefferson, it was late in the afternoon before the delegates gathered their courage to the sticking point. The talk was about axes, scaffolds, and the gibbet, when suddenly a strong, bold voice sounded--


"They may stretch our necks on all the gibbets in the land; they may turn every rock into a scaffold; every tree into a gallows; every home into a grave, and yet the words of that parchment can never die! They may pour our blood on a thousand scaffolds, and yet from every drop that dies the axe a new champion of freedom will spring into birth!"

"The British King may blot out the stars of God from the sky, but he cannot blot out His words written on that parchment there. The works of God may perish; His words, never!"

"These words will go forth to the world when our bones are dust. To the slave in the mines they will speak - hope, to the mechanic in his workshop – freedom, to the coward kings these words will speak, but not in tones of flattery. No, no! They will speak like the flaming syllables on Belshazzar's wall – THE DAYS OF YOUR PRIDE AND GLORY ARE NUMBERED! THE DAYS OF JUDGMENT AND REVOLUTION DRAW NEAR!"

"Yes, that Parchment will speak to the Kings in a language sad and terrible as the trump of the Archangel. You have trampled on mankind long enough. At last the voice of human woe has pierced the ear of God, and called His Judgment down! You have waded on to thrones over seas of blood; you have trampled on to power over the necks of millions; you have turned the poor man's sweat and blood into robes for your delicate forms, into crowns for your anointed brows. Now Kings, now purpled Hangmen of the world, for you come the days of axes and gibbets and scaffolds; for you the wrath of man; for you the lightnings of God!"

"Look! How the light of your palaces on fire flashes up into the midnight sky!"

"Now Purpled Hangmen of the world, turn and beg for mercy!"

"Where will you find it?"

"Not from God, for you have blasphemed His laws!"

"Not from the People, for you stand baptized in their blood!"

"Here you turn, and lo, a gibbet!"

"There, and a scaffold looks you in the face."

"All around you, death, and nowhere pity!"

"Now executioners of the human race, kneel down. Yes, kneel down upon the sawdust of the scaffold, lay your perfumed heads upon the block, bless the axe as it falls, the axe that you sharpened for the poor man's neck!"

"Such is the message of that Declaration to Man, to the Kings of the world! And shall we falter now? And shall we start back appalled when our feet press the very threshold of Freedom? Do I see quailing faces around me, when our wives have been butchered, when the hearthstones of our land are red with the blood of little children?"

"What are these shrinking hearts and faltering voices here, when the very Dead of our Battlefields arise, and call upon us to sign that Parchment, or be accursed forever?"

"Sign that parchment! Sign, if the next moment the gibbet's rope is about your neck! Sign, if the next minute this hall rings with the clash of falling axes! Sign, by all of your hopes in life or death, as men, as husbands, as fathers, brothers, sign your names to the parchment, or be accursed forever! Sign, and not only for yourselves, but for all ages, for that parchment will be the textbook of freedom, the bible of the Rights of Man forever."

"Nay, do not start and whisper with surprise! It is truth, your own hearts witness it: God proclaims it. This Continent is the property of a free people, and their property alone."

[17-second applause]

"God, I say, proclaims it! Look at this strange band of exiles and outcasts, suddenly transformed into a people; a handful of men, weak in arms, but mighty in God-like faith; nay, look at your recent achievements, your Bunker Hill, your Lexington, and then tell me, if you can, that God has not given America to be free!"

[12-second applause]

"It is not give to our poor, human, intellect to climb to the skies and to pierce the Council of the Almighty One. But methinks I stand among the awful clouds which veils the brightness of Jehovah's throne."

"Methinks I see the recording Angel come trembling up to the throne and speak his dread message. 'Father, the old world is baptized in blood. Father, look with one glance of Thine eternal eye, and behold evermore that terrible sight, man trodden beneath the oppressor's feet, nations lost in blood, murder, and superstition, walking hand in hand over the graves of the victims, and not a single voice of Hope to Man!'"

"He stands there, the Angel, trembling with the record of human guilt, But hark! The voice of God speaks from the awful cloud: 'Let there be Light again! Tell my people, the poor and oppressed, to go out from the old world, from oppression and blood, and build my alter in the new.'"

[11-second applause]

"As God lives, my friends, I believe that to be His voice! Yes, were my soul trembling on the verge of eternity, were this hand freezing in death, were this voice choking in the last struggle, I would still, with the last impulse of that soul, with the last wave of that hand, with the last gasp of that voice, implore you to remember this truth--God has given America to be free!"

[13-second applause]

"Yes, as I sank into the gloomy shadows of the grave, with my last faint whisper I would beg you to sign that parchment for the sake of those millions whose very breath is now hushed in intense expectation as they look up to you for the awful words: 'You are free.'"

[9-second applause]

The unknown speaker fell exhausted into his seat. It would require an angel's pen to picture the magic of that Speaker's look, the deep, terrible emphasis of his voice, the prophet-like beckoning of his hand, the magnetic flame which shooting from his eyes, soon fired every heart throughout the hall! The delegates, carried away by his enthusiasm, rushed forward. John Hancock scarcely had time to pen his bold signature before the quill was grasped by another. Look how the names blaze on the Parchment, Adams and Lee and Jefferson and Carroll, and now, Roger Sherman the Shoemaker. And here comes good old Stephen Hopkins–yes, trembling with palsy, he totters forward, quivering from head to foot, with his shaking hands he seizes the pen, he scratches his patriot name. Then comes Benjamin Franklin the Printer... It was done. The delegates turned to express their gratitude to the unknown speaker for his eloquent words. He was not there.

Who was this strange man, who seemed to speak with a divine authority, whose solemn words gave courage to the doubters and sealed the destiny of the new nation?

His name is not recorded; none of those present knew him; or if they did, they did not one acknowledge the acquaintance. How he had entered into the locked and guarded room is not told, nor is there any record of the manner of his departure...

NOTE: In esoteric circles, it is believed by many, that the unknown man was Saint Germain ("The Professor"). It has been said that only a master of his attainment could have charged the atmosphere of the room with such fire that all fear melted away. He had assembled many of his most stalwart friends (e.g. Ben Franklin) from over the centuries to embody at that point in time and space to help create a country dedicated to freedom, the most important freedom being that of religion. His greatest ally in that cause was none other than George Washington, the father of our country. Washington was not in the room of course. He was not a delegate.

A significant writing concerning this Unknown Speaker, can be found in numerous sources but this particular writing has been taken from Washington and His Generals: or, Legends of the Revolution by George Lippard, published in 1847.