Wakeup Call Message
July 04, 2005


  St Germain 


Good day, my dear ones of the United States and the rest of the world. I come to you today to ask something of you. I AM St Germain, and I ask that you peruse some words that I spoke at the original signing of the Declaration of Independence, and then I ask you to think about what those words mean to the situation today in these united States. (See at bottom of message)


I do this for a very distinct reason; I do this in order to assist you to see how unlike, while at the same time alike, the times are, then and now. I ask you to consider how the words of them would fit in with the deeds of today, and indeed throughout the years since that original signing.


As we gathered that day in that cramped room for a reason of declaring our freedom, we did so with the full knowledge that we were taking a giant leap that could indeed lead to a fall off the cliff of the unknown. We did so knowing full well that we were not only separated from the tyrannical ministrations of a government from which we fled, but we also were separated by a body of water that carried the truth of the freedom we sought from one shore to another.


By now you are probably wondering why I Am including myself in these activities I speak of. I will tell you now that not only was I present that day in that cramped room, I was with them all the way, from the time that we set sail and far beyond the Day of Independence. I carried myself in the energy that supposed me to the glories of the coming times and allowed me to stand for the practices of the freedom fighters and guide them as I had indeed guided them from the onset of their first steps toward this day.


These first steps began across the ocean in the land that birthed their flight from tyranny. I was present as they carried their plans to fruition and sailed into their new life that would carry them into the birth of a new nation, under God and with the idea that all of humanity are created equal.


We strode the shores of this new nation, and we saw the vision that we lived that fateful day. We knew that with this coming to the shores of the Americas we would never look back and wish to be anywhere else. We flung far and wide any aspirations to the old ways and celebrated our new life.


Still we had to deal with those who came along and tried to drag us down. Even then, the vast waters of the Atlantic did not serve to keep the influences of that which we left from attempting to seize us once again in their mighty net.


We saw this visage, and we stood our ground. We also saw the need to keep our stead and allow only the truth to guide us. We disallowed any of their influence, and we stood proud and strong as they levied their attempts to coerce us back to their ways.


This gave us renewed passion to keep our alliance with freedom strong. We allowed only our vision to come forward and keep us in our line of purpose. As we stood in our purpose, we continued to inspire each other to the ranks of leadership. Never did we waver and lean toward their temptations.


That fateful day that rings through the halls of freedom is now upon us once more. This time we see a whole new tyranny reverberating on our shores and throughout all of the land. We see more than that; more importantly we see that the people designed in justice and destined for freedom are rising up. They are declaring that there is no other road to take than full forward in the instance of justice that comes to us from the independent sources that spread the truth about our beloved country today.


We find that there is no succinct pardon for all of the fallacies that have been thrust upon us, and in the interest of love and honor of our fellow humans, we stand in the shoes of those 56 brave souls who assigned their signatures to a document on parchment that declared our freedom from tyranny and injustice forevermore.


We once again pick up the quill and assign our names in the numbers that represent the tenfold million of the 56 original signatures, and present the truth to the world in our Declaration of Independence that rings to the heavens and shines forth in truth forevermore.


We are the people, and truth shall bring forth the evidence of our Independence and the abolishment of tyranny through the measures that represent the God in each and every one of us as sovereign citizens of this land and this planet earth.


I now give my quill to all of you as I utter once more the words, “Sign that parchment!”


Thank you dear Master St Germain,

Love, Nancy Tate


Below are the words that St Germain referred to in the beginning of this message. I include the excerpt from Manly Hall’s book that contains the events immediately prior to the words that were spoken that day. I also include what happened to all of those brave patriots who signed the Declaration of Independence.


I do so with the intent to deliver the truth of what we, as a body of people will do to attain our freedom. We declare that we have honored, in the dearest way we can, their sacrifice for the freedom of all of mankind. In that declaration were the seeds for what we are sowing today in this time of renewed sovereignty of us as individuals and as a whole, united in strength of purpose and in our knowledge that we are God, and we walk in that strength and unity.









On July 4, 1776, in the old State House in Philadelphia, a group of patriotic men were gathered for the solemn purpose of proclaiming the liberty of the American colonies.


From the letters of Thomas Jefferson, which are preserved in the Library of Congress, I have been able to gather considerable data concerning this portentous session.


In reconstructing the scene, it is well to remember that if the Revolutionary War failed, every man who had signed the parchment then lying on the table would be subject to the penalty of death for high treason.


It should also be remembered that the delegates representing the various colonies were not entirely of one mind as to the policies, which should dominate the new nation. 


There were several speeches. In the balcony patriotic citizens crowded all available space and listened attentively to the proceedings. Jefferson expressed himself with great vigor; and John Adams, of Boston, spoke and with great strength.


The Philadelphia printer, Dr. Benjamin Franklin quiet and calm as usual, spoke his mind with well chosen words.


The delegates hovered between sympathy and uncertainty as the long hours of the summer day crept by, for life is sweet when there is danger of losing it. 


The lower doors were locked and a guard was posted to prevent interruption. 


According to Jefferson himself, 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 -      


"Gibbet!  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 the parchment can never die!  They may pour our blood on a thousand scaffolds, and yet from every drop that dyes 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!


"The words of this declaration will live in the world long after our bones are dust.  To the mechanic in his workshop they will speak hope: to the slave in the mines freedom: but to the coward kings, these words will speak in tones of warning they cannot choose but hear ...


"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 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.  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!


"It is not given 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 veil the brightness of Jehovah's throne.


"Methinks I see the recording Angel come trembling up to that 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 out 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 altar in the new.'


"As I live, 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 the hand, with the last gasp of that voice, implore you to remember this truth -


God has given America to be Free!


"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.'"


The unknown speaker fell exhausted into his seat.  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.  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?


Unfortunately, no one knows.


His name is not recorded; none of those present knew him; or if they did, not one acknowledged 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.


No one claimed to have seen him before, and there is no mention of him after this single episode.  Only his imperishable speech bears witness to his presence.


This has been excerpted from, "The Secret Destiny of America" by Manly P. Hall.






Have you ever wondered what happened to the 56 men who signed the Declaration of Independence?


Five signers were captured by the British as traitors, and tortured before they died.


Twelve more had their homes ransacked and burned.  Two lost their sons serving in the Revolutionary Army; another had two sons captured.


Nine of the 56 fought and died from wounds or hardships of the Revolutionary War.


They signed and they pledged their lives, their fortunes, and their sacred honor. Do you wonder what kind of men they were?


Twenty-four were lawyers and jurists.  Eleven were merchants, nine were farmers and large plantation owners; men of means, well educated, but they signed the Declaration of Independence knowing full well that the penalty would be death if they were captured.


Carter Braxton of Virginia, a wealthy planter and trader, saw his ships swept from the seas by the British Navy. A man of honor, he sold his home and properties to pay his debts, and died in rags.


Thomas McKeam was so hounded by the British that he was forced to move his family almost constantly.


He served in the Congress without pay, and his family was kept in hiding. His possessions were taken from him, and poverty was his reward.


Vandals or soldiers looted the properties of Dillery, Hall, Clymer, Walton, Gwinnett, Heyward, Rutledge, and Middleton.


At the battle of Yorktown, Thomas Nelson, Jr., noted that the British General Cornwallis had taken over the Nelson home for his headquarters. He quietly urged General George Washington to open fire. The home was destroyed, and Nelson died bankrupt.


Francis Lewis had his home and properties destroyed. The enemy jailed his wife, and she died within a few months.


John Hart was driven from his wife's bedside even as she was dying. Their 13 children fled for their lives. His fields and his gristmill were laid to waste. For more than a year he lived in forests and caves, returning home to find his wife dead and his children vanished.