“Peace through the Spirit of Love Field” Ceremony, Nov. 22, 2024

“Peace through the Spirit of Love Field” Ceremony
Friday, November 22, 2024, at Dallas Love Field
On YouTube, channel: TrineDay, here.

A prayer, healing, unity and peace ceremony was hosted on November 22, 2024, by Kris Millegan, publisher, and Paul Fitzgerald and Elizabeth Gould, husband and wife, authors and journalists, to transform the image of Dallas from the 1960’s “city of hate” into the 21st Century’s “city of love, healing, and peace.”

Love Field is where the body of President Kennedy was brought, and Lyndon Johnson took the oath of office aboard Air Force One. The 30-minute ceremony was permitted by the City of Dallas and airport officials.

Learn more by watching our Roundtable 36. THE DAY AFTER AND BEYOND, on YouTube, here.

R.A. “Kris” Millegan is the publisher at TrineDay.com, “Books that Challenge Official History … Because It Matters.” Paul Fitzgerald and Elizabeth Gould are authors of Invisible History: Afghanistan’s Untold Story (2009, City Lights); Crossing Zero: The AfPak War at the Turning Point of American Empire (2011, City Lights); The Voice (2001, TrineDay); The Valediction Three Nights of Desmond (2021, TrineDay) and The Valediction Resurrection (2022, TrineDay). Learn more at valediction.net, invisiblehistory.com, and grailwerk.com.

THE WORDS SPOKEN AT THE NOVEMBER 22, 2024, HEALING CEREMONY AT DALLAS’S LOVE FIELD BY PAUL, LIZ, RUTH & RUTHANN

–PAUL FITZGERLD’S HEALING WORDS

We first came to Dallas a year ago to deliver a speech on the thousand-year background of JFK’s Fitzgerald family. The Fitzgerald family history and its importance to JFK’s death is unknown to Americans. So is the genocide that was conjured against them by the government of Queen Elizabeth I back in the 16^th century based on the war of light against dark with the Fitzgeralds demonized as the ultimate evil.

I use the word conjured because it was a powerful spell cooked up by Elizabeth’s magician/courtiers to eradicate a family who had – in the words of the 1586 edition of Holinshed’s Chronicles; shewed themselves open enemies, traitors and rebels, using all manner of hostilities and outrages to the impeach of hir most sacred majestie.”

JFK’s Fitzgerald ancestors in the Southwest of Ireland – a place known as Desmond – had challenged a sacred, astral hierarchy intended to establish a Universal World Order ruled by Queen Elizabeth and were doomed by God himself to pay for it with their own blood, to the utter destruction of themselves and that whole familie.

I’d found that passage buried inside Holinshed’s long forgotten book before coming to Dallas last year. But when I visited Dealey Plaza it struck me that the curse delivered upon the Fitzgeralds was still alive four hundred years later – and it needed to be lifted. The empire created by Elizabeth’s magicians, philosophers and spies came to rule much of the earth for four centuries by hook and by crook.

Their vision of a universal empire promising a golden age of heaven on earth – never materialized – but the goal of the Desmond Fitzgeralds for peace and sovereignty remained constant through JFK’s lifetime.

In 1961 President John Fitzgerald Kennedy was granted a Coat of Arms by the Irish government based on his lineal descent from the FitzGeralds of Desmond. But like his Desmond ancestors that grant came with an obligation to sacrifice and as part of that sacrifice came a trip to Dallas.

November 22 will always be etched into my memory in black and white images. But something unusual happened when we were leaving Dallas and entered Love Field. And when we began to think about it after arriving home, the importance of Love Field as a powerful force for change began to reveal itself.

Thanks to his maternal grandfather John Francis Fitzgerald JFK had been made aware of his family’s roots going back to the foundation of the British Empire. The Fitzgeralds got off to a bad start with King Henry II after conquering Ireland in 1170.

When Henry’s governor first arrived in 1176 he spoke to his own men saying “I will soon put an end to this arrogance and disperse those shields.” 

Over the next two hundred years relations wavered back and forth as the power and influence of Desmond grew and the Fitzgeralds took on Irish ways and Irish wives. In response in 1366 the crown enacted a series of laws against marrying the Irish and accused the Fitzgeralds of creating a race of their own.

Having been put under the spell of Irish women when they first arrived – this order from London had the opposite effect – and by the time of Queen Elizabeth I, their fate was sealed.

Gerald FitzGerald the Third Earl of Desmond born in 1338 and affectionately known in Gaelic as Gearóid Iarla (Earl Gerald) became the inspiration for a growing mythology surrounding the Fitzgerald family and especially their love for Irish women who’d made for them a place to call Ireland home.

Gearóid was highly regarded as a poet and in response to the pressure coming from London composed a poem about his favorite subject – Irish women.

Speak not ill of womankind,

‘Tis no wisdom if you do.

You that fault in women find,

I would not be praised of you.

Sweetly speaking, witty, clear,

Tribe most lovely to my mind,

Blame of such I hate to hear.

Speak not ill of womankind.

Bloody treason, murderous act,

Not by women were designed,

Bells o’erthrown nor churches sacked,

Speak not ill of womankind.

Bishop, King upon his throne,

Primate skilled to loose and bind,

Sprung of women every one!

Speak not ill of womankind.

Paunchy greybeards never more

Hope to please a woman’s mind.

Poor young chieftains they adore!

Speak not ill of womankind.

If there is one thing that I share with JFK as a member of the Desmond clan it’s that I needed the right woman to help me end this war of light and dark. This occurred in 1970 when I came under the spell of my own Elizabeth and fifty-four years later we have come together at Love Field to lift the darkness from the men and women of Dallas and break the spell that was brought on by the assassination. This process will begin the healing of our nation by transforming warriors passionately committed to war into warriors just as passionately committed to peace.

–ELIZABETH GOULD’S HEALING WORDS

My first step towards meeting Paul came when I accepted an invitation from a friend to the opening of the Boston production of HAIR in 1970. When I saw Paul singing for the first time on stage I felt instinctively this was a man who knew himself and I would like to meet him.

As I waited back stage for my friends following the performance we made eye contact as Paul walked by. That was my first experience sensing a quality of presence coming from Paul to me. I could not name it until years later when a song from the musical Camelot titled C’est Moi, which means it’s me, came up on Paul’s play list one evening.

Back then JFK’s administration was referred to as Camelot. I didn’t know what that meant but as I listened carefully to the lyrics – the Fitzgerald legacy began to make sense. It sounded an awful lot like the claims made by the King of France in 1655 when he declared to parliament “the state, it’s me” to reassert his primacy through the royal blood line over the government.

This goes back to the origin of the Fitzgerald family and their battle with the Elizabethans. It revealed to me the reality of what it would mean to marry into that lineage.

By the time Paul asked me to marry him seven years after we met I was ready to be a part of that mission. It’s been an amazing journey. Suffice it to say, it all began with our first encounter through HAIR.  To end our ceremony today we would like everyone to sing Flesh Failures/Let the Sun Shine In along with Paul.

It’s the finale song that inspired our generation to keep believing we could end the Vietnam War and bring forth the peace. We are bringing it back today to reignite the power we felt back then not just to end the Vietnam War but all war.  It’s time to bring the peace we all deserve back to our world.

We starve, look at one another short of breath

Walking proudly in our winter coats

Wearing smells from laboratories

Facing a dying nation of moving paper fantasies

Listening for the new told lies

With supreme visions of lonely tunes

Somewhere, inside something , there is a rush of greatness

Who knows what stands in front of our lives

I fashion my future on films in space

Silence tells me secretly everything, everything

Singing our space songs on a spider web sitar (CHORUS STARTS)

“Life is around you and in you”

Answer for Timothy Leary, deary

Let the sun shine

Let The sunshine in

The sun shine in

Let the sun shine

Let The sunshine in

The sun shine in

Let the sun shine

Let The sunshine in

The sun shine in

Let the sun shine

Let The sunshine in

The sun shine in

–RUTH GOULD-GOODMAN’S HEALING WORDS

I invite you to join me in a Breathing Tonal Peace Meditation to generate a unified field of peace and love as I recite my poem “Red Rose of My Heart”

There are two parts of the meditation: Inhalation and exhalation

There are two hand movements connected with the breath

1. Inhale-On inhalation our hands begin palms up to receive. We move our hands toward our heart as we continue inhaling.. At the end of the inhalation our hands arrive over our heart

2. Exhale- Palms move away from the heart to face outward into the space. As we exhale we turn our palm outward in a gesture of giving. We feel the Love and Peace we breathed into our hearts radiating from the center of our heart outward in all directions (an expanding orb).

These two gestures and intentions repeat with each inhale and each exhale

We inhale a potent peaceful unified field into our heart.  On exhalation we radiate peace and love outward from the center of our heart

As I recite the text please close your eyes as you breathe peace into your heart and then vibrate peace and love into the world around you.

Feel the words of this poem live in your heart. 

Let’s create peace and love together NOW

Two breaths together as the Xylophone is played for 30 seconds

RED ROSE OF MY HEART

Tight bud of my heart

Blossom, Blossom, Blossom

Become

A beautiful Red Rose

A beautiful Red Rose

Cool velvet petals open

infusing

time and space

with Love’s Perfume

Heart flower grows

With Each breath

Scent of Heart Rose spreads

Attracts Honeybee mind Buzz

Thoughts quiet

Travels swiftly from head

Down to the temple of my heart

Mind enters love’s red flower

Blooming Heart. Blooming heart

Oh, mysterious pulsing, Beating blooming heart

Home, home, home

Heart and mind Unify as One

River of Love flows

Gardens of radiant beauty grow

Judgments quiet

Once Mind stills

Mind is crowned

Anointed

To reign

Upon the crystal throne of love

In the center of my heart

My clever silver tongue

Becomes a golden messenger

Of the pure gold of knowing

Truth and Beauty are One

The moment

My mind joins with

The Red Rose of my heart

Peace is born within

Time for the Rose of Love

To blossom within all human hearts

Peace will come on Planet Earth

When Each Human mind

Returns home to the throne of love within

Peace will come When humans

Return home to LOVE

Now is the time for Peace to be reborn

Through each human being

Let love shine from within.

Vocalize while breathing meditation continues as xylophone is played to sing JFK’s favorite song

GREEN SLEEVES

Alas, my love, you do me wrong,
To cast me off discourteously.
For I have loved you well and long,
Delighting in your company.

Greensleeves was all my joy
Greensleeves was my delight,
Greensleeves was my heart of gold,
And who but my lady Greensleeves.

Your vows you’ve broken, like my heart,
Oh, why did you so enrapture me?
Now I remain in a world apart
But my heart remains in captivity.

Greensleeves was all my joy
Greensleeves was my delight,
Greensleeves was my heart of gold,
And who but my lady Greensleeves.

I have been ready at your hand,
To grant whatever you would crave,
I have both wagered life and land,
Your love and good-will for to have.

Greensleeves was all my joy
Greensleeves was my delight,
Greensleeves was my heart of gold,
And who but my lady Greensleeves.

If you intend thus to disdain,
It does the more enrapture me,
And even so, I still remain
A lover in captivity.

Greensleeves was all my joy
Greensleeves was my delight,
Greensleeves was my heart of gold,
And who but my lady Greensleeves.

–RUTHANN STARKEY-SHIPLEY READS JFK’S FAVORITE POEM

I have a rendezvous with death by Alan Seeger

I have a rendezvous with Death

At some disputed barricade,

When Spring comes back with rustling shade

And apple-blossoms fill the air—

I have a rendezvous with Death

When Spring brings back blue days and fair.

It may be he shall take my hand

And lead me into his dark land

And close my eyes and quench my breath—

It may be I shall pass him still.

I have a rendezvous with Death

On some scarred slope of battered hill,

When Spring comes round again this year

And the first meadow-flowers appear.

God knows ’twere better to be deep

Pillowed in silk and scented down,

Where Love throbs out in blissful sleep,

Pulse nigh to pulse, and breath to breath,

Where hushed awakenings are dear …

But I’ve a rendezvous with Death

At midnight in some flaming town,

When Spring trips north again this year,

And I to my pledged word am true,

I shall not fail that rendezvous.

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