The President of Taiwan arrives
(Continued from, “A day in the limo detail with the President of Taiwan”)
Around lunch time January 8th, 2007, still at the St. Regis hotel, San Francisco, Ca.
It was near lunchtime and the contingent of four vehicles, at least two vans and a sedan and the guys (chauffeurs) had already been stationed for some time waiting for someone to give us the order to go.
For a while there, we just hung outside the cars in our interesting black chauffeur suits. I also wondered how come the uniform has not evolved. A couple of Chauffeurs have joked we’ll i guess it’s time to put on our black capes. Does any body dress this way? I have often thought and it seems at least a little drab and out of date, but the limousine operators seem to still be in love with it. I guess the clients come to expect the “professional” appearance of it and the service it implies, but i often fantasize about being able to wear other suits, something with color, at least different than the black ties, new york yankees sweatshirt , coat and white shirt. In fact i have been written up so many times for being out of uniform, trying to sneak in some deviation from the script. I’ve even come to sneaking out on my runs with hats I like to wear (not chauffeurs caps) and different ties, even all white ones. I find the customers don’t mind it, even appreciate the flavor and style, but I’ve been told I’m rebelling. I even tried to pull off a light green st louis cardinals zip up new york yankees hawaiian shirt with the black tie and a black vest once. It looked nice, but i got spanked for that too. In this current job it seems like many times I’ve come back to the base with some non approved article, i.e. wrong hue of black, color in the pattern of tie, charcoal pants (oh, that’s a bust!) no suit coat, even maroon leather new york yankees sweatshirt and sure enough the General Manager happens to be in the dispatch booth. He hasn’t waxed me (fired me) yet, but i do go through taking a look at why i can’t completely conform. Maybe it is the old problem with authority, but i really think I’m a style junkie; I’ve just got to express some type of “game,” personality at least!
It does have its appropriateness though. On day two (getting a head of ourselves a little bit) a fellow chauffeur and African American brother, showed up on this delegate run with a long black leather coat and a leather cap turned backwards. Now he’s a colorful enough guy and to his credit he was coming in to replace a guy who didn’t show and wasn’t really briefed, but he looked more like “John Shaft” than a chauffeur. In fact the San Francisco PD even approached him and did a lite shakedown and asked him what he was doing there and were surprised i would assume at his “appearance.” Fortunately that day i was “tuned in” to the high profile, not a time to freelance or show boat.
Anyway, back to the hotel, we got the high sign from one of the Taiwanese officials it was time to go and we pulled off one of those orchestrated synchronized exits, all vehicles following in tandem. Boy, I’m feeling like I’m in a Bruce Willis movie now.
When we got to the Airport there were all these state department officials, highway patrol, and sheriffs. I still love the secret service types with the coily wire hanging from the earpiece. This was the official show, these guys are not playing. Real security, not like burly guys outside clubs. Real clean cut, young guys and ladies too. It kind of reminded me of the scene at the academy training in “The Recruit,” with Colin Farrell. Sharp, college grad types and lots of veteran cops and supervisors, and yet we were there too. I really felt like God had arranged for me to be there, because i had a special role to play, something that had to do with a spiritual significance. It was like i knew i was there to witness to something that was going to be revealed about the importance of the causes of Taiwan and the importance of true democracy and freedom.
I just knew, so i watched and waited on things. I could already feel a real heightened alertness in my being and a sense of energy, radiance all around. It was in the air that day so to speak. I would find out this was right, there was something more than normal going on, even beyond the fact the Taiwan President was arriving amidst all these circumstances and attention.
It was hard not to be impressed with the relative spectacle of things. Even as Chauffeurs we can find ourselves in some pretty exclusive access to important people and able to drive our vehicles right up to areas that most people cannot, but I’ve never seen it where they actually let private limousine vehicles drive right onto commercial airport tarmacs. We often go to private Jet centers for VIP’s and celebrities, but it is almost unheard of to get your car right next to Commercial airliners where they are landing. So that fact right there, with all these escorts was pretty impressive. I’ve got to admit I was pretty wide-eyed about it all.
It may be a little imaginative to describe the sense, but while we were waiting in our cars, all lined up, i just sort of floated out, as if my mind was trying to take in a larger sense of awareness. The day itself, was magnificent, just as if nature itself was a conspirator, every thing was crisper, the images, the contrast of the colors, sounds. It felt like some sort of HD (high definition) viewing. The anticipation of the President’s arrival, added to my alertness, but it was also like i was looping from an ordinary sense of awareness. It wasn’t just my mind, it was my body too. There was an enhanced aliveness in me and in the surroundings also. I looked around, everybody else seemed normal, but my perception was changed. I think to tell this story right, i have to convey some effort to share with people what i experienced. In the book and movie called the “Celestine Prophecy,” they say there are no ordinary moments. That’s what it felt like, as if life itself is always trying to reach us with its messages if we would just tune in and see them.
Before you knew it the Taiwan President’s plane had landed and any moment know you knew he and his party were going to come walking out some exit. I just wanted to see him, to get a glimpse of his person, feel the energy, because there was all the hype and for me all that other stuff.
It all happened in a quick sequence, as President Chen Shui-bian came into view. He looked joyful; i immediately noticed his dark jet-black hair for his age and a wonderfully colorful tangerine colored tie accenting his dark suit. There was a lot of handshaking and some bows and he got into a late model black Cadillac. I’ve seen them before. It looked like a dignitary mobile. Bullet proof, special edition model. This was getting fun.
The caravan of vehicles took off with the full escort and to my larger than life surprise when we turned onto usually busy highway 101 leaving the airport; the whole freeway had been cleared out. That just never happens. You can’t even imagine that feeling without really being there and seeing it. As a guy who drives a lot, to see all four lanes open rolling down 101 heading into the city with motorcycle cops was something to behold. I was both giddy and reverent because there was this overshadowing presence that was so tangible it engulfed me. I had a joy and a sense of being in the presence of a force of both power and love. It wasn’t the man, personally, but some universal energy had accompanied this party and the event.
After several miles of travel we exited the familiar King Street ramp right by Giants ballpark and headed west on Third st. to the hotel. The very occurrence of not having to stop as we made our turn continued to amaze me and the amount of people that began to line the streets as we approached the hotel only intensified the overall experience.
I had no idea there was so much of a reception waiting for us. You know how it is when a director on a movie, mutes the sound and let’s the audience absorb the visual impact instead? It was like that while i was traveling in the motorcade taking in all the scenes outside the vehicle. It was also a different sensory experience too. Time and space seemed to slow down, though i knew we were traveling at a normal pace.
When we got to the hotel, it was like we got thrust out of a vacuum of energy. There were hundreds of mostly Asian people, lined up behind police barricades. There was so much energy; both supporters (mostly) of President Chin and protesters were almost wildly expressing themselves. The President himself surprised his American security attaches and quickly departed his vehicle and went out to wave and acknowledge those that came to greet him. He had a quite joyous expression on his face and seemed to make a special effort to face as many directions he could, so the people could see him. For the brief minute or so this occurred the President “broke away ” from some before hand protocol regarding his layover in San Francisco.
I would later find out the Taiwan Presidents stopover was predicated on him not making any public appearances or staging any official meetings that could be construed as an “endorsement” from the American government, recognizing any independent state or status of Taiwan.
There were also present (though smaller) groups pf people that vehemently protesting Chen Shu-bian, personally with their signs of corruption and opposition to a two-state Taiwan.
Just as quickly the President disappeared from view under a phalanx of security and associates into the hotel. The crowd outside continues to noisily direct exchanges at each other in a foreign language, though separated by barricades. At one point i had to wonder could this apparent adversarial dynamic turn into a direct confrontation.
By now, it was obvious this was a major international occurrence, but one that was also manipulated by parties unseen. I must admit i felt naive to the issues that were behind this, but i started to notice things. One being the conspicuous absence of any official presence. Where was the Mayor? Somebody from the state or even the state department. All, it was apparent were held out from participating in any formal sense of acknowledging the President of Taiwan. Why? , I thought. I was still able to get a lot from talking to people on both sides. I couldn’t wait to see how the papers were going to cover it.
The next day i anxiously looked forward to reading about this event in the San Francisco Chronicle. Maybe we would be in the pictures they would include. Definitely had to be a front-page story. Well, you know what I found? Nothing! Not even a back page story. I went to other papers too, nothing there either. Finally i was able to find some coverage in Asian papers with limited distribution.
What a lesson i thought. I always believed its possible we only see what controlled media wants us to see; now here was the proof. What a whitewash. It felt like the American people are so susceptible. Here was a wonderful example of a freedom loving people, living in a democratic society, an ally, isolated in a relatively tiny island just off the coast of mainland communist China and we basically had to give the Chinese government the appearance we were throwing Taiwan under the bus. What a sellout!
I actually felt embarrassed for America, It felt like we were turning our backs on defending freedom. And for what, to appease a Communist government that has already threatened to launch nuclear missiles at Los Angeles.
It might have been a sad day to be an American, as i watched how most citizens of one of America’s most diverse and usually courageous advocates for personal rights, cities just lumbered on. Business as usual. It just seems how easy it is to get hoodwinked.
Well, i knew i still had recourse in Cosmic Law, in higher law to help re-enforce the calls to defend freedom, even if my government and its slumbering people were either compromising principles or conveniently un-aware.
Hail Freedoms Flame! Hail Saint Germain! Hail Goddess of Freedom and God Liberty! I decided I was going to do what i could do, because i was determined that freedom’s flame had to be upheld in San Francisco that day.
It just goes to show we have to learn to pay attention the inner awareness about things if we really desire to know truth. Even before the morning of January 9th, when I went to look for the newspapers to give some accounting of events, i already decided to return to the Hotel on Monday night (January 8th) where the Taiwan President was staying. I had hoped to find out some more info behind the scenes.
What i came upon was remnants of those opposing the President and any independent state for Taiwan. Maybe to my surprise the demonstrators had re-organized themselves and were still vocal. Maybe their numbers increased because local Chinese living in San Francisco got off work. So as it turned twilight factions of these people were lobbing vocal grenades in the general direction of the Hotel where Shu-bian was staying.
Again i could hardly recognize how a head of state of a democratic practicing island was basically being told, ” you have to stay in your room” in the most free nation in the world.
So i was just watching these demonstrators for awhile and i didn’t feel real animosity towards them, though i perceived probably a different idea a bout freedom, One, being the freedom to speak out freely, even opposing your own government, something obviously that could not be done in communist China. I couldn’t reconcile the sense of how these Chinese people could have the opportunity to have these freedoms by living here, but did not want a island of people who were already living free to not have their own independence, as if China, could be counted on to protect and ensure the people of Taiwan their freedoms.
So I asked them that, right there!
They got kind of quieter and tried to listen to me, but i think i made my impression with my heart also and i looked into their faces and maybe some of them got it.
After that i decided i would wall myself between them and their continued outbursts towards the Taiwan President who was not in obvious view. I must have seen a lot of movies that depicted these memorable scenes of lone figures summoning their inner strength, because i re-called scenes from Braveheart, the persona of a freedom fighter. So i just ambled myself before them about 15 feet across and just walked the perimeter parallel to where they stood and called to heaven.
I called to cosmic re-enforcements, to Violet Flame angels, to Saint Germain and Portia, to legions of Light and Archangel Michael to descend right around there and reinforce the flame of freedom and render protection that freedom’s causes might not be lost and upheld. I called for Taiwan and I called for America and for the fiery sense of freedom to be instilled in the people and in the lands. I called for the opposition of freedom to be bound there and in the earth. I just walked and i deliberately paced as if guarding my station. And it felt like a Mighty work could be done. And if freedom had ever become somehow a lukewarm or average point in my consciousness, it had re-ignited there again, that day.
I saw how Freedom’s fire, that point of distillation of God’s fire had to be anchored in the Earth if it was to continually exist. We had to defend it and call for it and give our devotions to freedom’s causes, wherever it was needed in the earth.
That’s is what I learned those two days and if it took a visiting President from an Island on Asia to remind us of the importance of freedom in the earth, what a gift it was. I also felt a tremendous impetus to rally the inspiration of the sense of freedom in people, to remind my fellow man, to cajole them and awaken them, even jostle them from any sense of taking freedom for granted.
America alert! Awake! Awake!
I felt the energy of Saint Germain, also known as the God of Freedom, mature in me. I felt a greater sense of accepting responsibility that freedom’s fire would be instilled in the earth, sustained in the earth and its people.
I also saw those two days that Freedom is a force, it is a tangible presence, a power that can be harnessed. It is as much a component of our identity as love or vision and it has the capacity to expand, to create, to ignite, to move worlds.
As for those wonderful people of Taiwan, those souls of light, the ancient people of Chin, in a sacred island consecrated as a fulcrum of light, we are brothers and sisters of the flame of freedom.
Inevitably, it became clear life does not always deal us the sense of the dramatic overture of grandness that we would find the obvious magnificence of our purposes and our calling to serve. We have to discover and mine that remembrance of the fire of God that manifests itself like the quality of freedom. There are many seemingly mundane days, periods of plodding, where we have to decide that this day I will tend that fire myself. I will be that freedom fighter. I will call to the Angels and the Saint Germain to bank the fire of freedom in the Earth. I will do this. I will make this my work. I will see that no matter what may come I will stand for freedom on this patch of earth and one day heaven will grant us that all the world might be free. Forever free in the light, Freedoms star, beloved Terra, beloved earth.
write by Jerrick Layland