George Washington's Vision: The Three Perils.

 During the severe winter of 1777-78, at Valley Forge, George Washington had a vision which he later described to Anthony Sherman, who later revealed it to Wesley Bradshaw.

 The Vision is given here as it was reprinted in the U.S. war veteran's paper, The National Tribune, Vol. 4, No. 12, December 1880. The National Tribune is now The Stars and Stripes. The Stars and Stripes reprinted the Vision, December 21, 1950.

 The last time I ever saw Anthony Sherman was on the fourth of July, 1859, in Independence Square. He was then ninety-nine years old, and becoming very feeble. But though so old, his dimming eyes rekindled as he gazed upon Independence Hall, which he came to visit once more.

 "Let us go into the hall," he said. "I want to tell you of an incident of Washington's life – one which no one alive knows of except myself; and if you live, you will before long see it verified. Mark the prediction, you will see it verified.

 "From the opening of the Revolution we experienced all phases of fortunes, now good and now ill, one time victorious and another conquered. The darkest period we had, I think, was when Washington after several reverses, retreated to Valley Forge, where he resolved to pass the winter of 1777. Ah! I have often seen the tears coursing down our dear Commander's careworn cheeks, as he would be conversing with a confidential officer about the condition of his poor soldiers. You have doubtless heard the story of Washington's going to the thicket to pray. Well, it was not only true, but he went often to pray in secret for aid and comfort. And God brought us safely through the darkest days of tribulation.

 "One day, I remember it well, the chilly winds whistled through the leafless trees, though the sky was cloudless and the sun shone brightly. He remained in his quarters nearly all the afternoon, alone. When he came out I noticed that his face was a shade paler than usuaL and there seemed to be something on his mind of more than ordinary importance. Returning just after dark, he dispatched an orderly to the quarters of an officer, who was presently in attendance. After a preliminary conversation of about half an hour, Washington, gazing upon his companion with that strange look of dignity which he alone could command, said to the latter; "I do not know whether it is owing to the anxiety of my mind, or what, but this afternoon as I was sitting at this very table engaged in preparing a dispatch, something seemed to disturb me. Looking up, I beheld standing opposite me a singularly beautiful female."

 "So astonished as I was, for I had given strict orders not to be disturbed that it was some moments before I found language to inquire the cause of her presence. A second, a third, and even a fourth time, did I repeat the question, but received no answer from my mysterious visitor except a slight raising of the eyes. By this time I felt strange sensations spreading through me. I would have risen, but the riveted gaze of the being before me rendered volition impossible. I essayed once more to address her, but my tongue had become powerless. Even though itself suddenly became paralyzed.

 A new influence, mysterious, potent, irresistible, took possession of me. All I could do was to gaze steadily, vacantly at my unknown visitant. Gradually the surrounding atmosphere seemed as though becoming filled with sensations, and grew luminous. Everything about me seemed to rarify. The mysterious visitor herself becoming more airy, and yet more distinct to my sight than before.

 I now began to feel as one dying, or rather to experience the sensation which I have sometimes imagined accompany dissolution. I did not think, I did not reason, I did not move; all seemed impossible. I was only conscious of gazing fixedly, vacantly at my companion.

 (Here we are given the revelation of the First Peril to hit America, the Revolutionary War.)

 Presently I heard a voice saying, "Son of the Republic, look and learn." At the same time my visitor extended her arm eastwardly. I now beheld a heavy white vapor at some distance rising fold upon fold. This gradually dissipated, and I looked upon a strange scene.

 Before me lay spread out in one vast plain all the countries of the world, Europe, Asia, Africa, and America; I saw rolling and tossing between Europe and America the billows of the Atlantic, and between Asia and America lay the Pacific. "Son of the Republic," said the same mysterious voice as before, "look and learn."

 At that moment I beheld a dark shadowy being like an angel standing, or rather floating in mid-air between Europe and America. Dipping water out of the ocean in the hollow of each hand, he sprinkled some upon America with his right hand, while with his left hand he cast some on Europe.

 Immediately a dark cloud raised from these countries, and joined in mid-ocean. For a while it remained stationary and then moved slowly westward, until it enveloped America in its murky folds. Sharp flashes of lightning gleamed through it at intervals, and I heard the smothered groans and cries of the American people.

 A second time the angel dipped water from the ocean, and sprinkled it as before. The dark cloud was then drawn back to the ocean, in whose heaving billows it sank from view.

 (Now we are given the revelation of the Second Peril to hit America, the Civil War.)

 A third time I heard the mysterious voice saying, "Son of the Republic, look and learn." I cast my eyes upon America and beheld villages and towns and cities springing up, one after another until the whole land from the Atlantic to the Pacific was dotted with them. Again I heard the mysterious voice say, "Son of the Republic, the end of the century cometh, look and learn."

 At this the dark, shadowy angel turned his face southward, and from Africa I saw an ill-omen specter approach our land. It flitted slowly and heavily over every town and city of the latter. The inhabitants presently set themselves in battle array against each other.

 As I continued looking, I saw a bright angel, on whose brow rested a crown of light on which was traced the word "Union" bearing the American flag, which he placed between the divided nation and said, "Remember ye are brethren." Instantly the inhabitants, casting from them their weapons became friends once more, and united around the National Standard.

 (Now we are given the revelation of the Third Great Red Peril to Hit America.)

 And again I heard the mysterious voice saying, "Son of the Republic, look and learn." At this the dark shadowy angel placed a trumpet to his mouth and blew three distinct blasts; and taking water from the ocean, he sprinkled it upon Europe, Asia and Africa

 Then my eyes beheld a fearful scene: From each of these countries arose thick, black clouds which were soon joined into one. And throughout this mass there gleamed a dark red light by which I saw hordes of armed men who, moving with the cloud, marched by land and sailed by sea to America, which country was enveloped in the volume of the cloud. I dimly saw these vast armies devastate the whole country and burn the villages, towns and cities that I had beheld springing up.

 As my ears listened to the thundering of the cannon, clashing of swords and shouts and cries of millions in mortal combat, I again heard the mysterious voice saying, Son of the Republic, look and learn." When the voice had ceased, the dark, shadowy angel placed his trumpet once more to his mouth and blew a long and fearful blast.

 Instantly a light, as of a thousand suns, shone down from above me and pierced and broke into fragments the dark cloud which enveloped America. At the same moment, the angel upon whose head still shone the word, "Union," and who bore our national flag in one hand, a sword in the other, descended from heaven, attended by legions of bright spirits. These immediately joined the inhabitants of America, who, I perceived, were well nigh overcome, but who, immediately taking courage, closed up their broken ranks and renewed the battle.

 Again, amid the fearful noise of the conflict, I heard the mysterious voice saying "Son of the Republic, look and learn." As the voice ceased, the shadowy angel, for the last time, dipped water from the ocean and sprinkled it upon America. Instantly the dark cloud rolled back, together with the armies it had brought, leaving the inhabitants of the land victorious.

 Then once more I beheld villages, towns and cities springing up where they had been before, while the bright angeL planting the azure Standard he had brought into the midst of them, cried with a loud voice: "While the stars remain, and the heavens send down dew upon the earth, so long shall the Republic last." And taking from his brow the crown on which was blazoned the word "Union," he placed it upon the Standard while the people, kneeling down, said, "Amen."

 The scene instantly began to fade and dissolve and I at last saw nothing but the rising, curling vapor I at first beheld. This also disappearing, I found myself once more gazing upon my mysterious visitor who, in the same voice I had heard before, said, "Son of the Republic, what you have seen is thus interpreted; Three great perils will come upon the Republic. The most fearful is the third, passing which the whole world united shall not prevail against her. Let every child of the Republic learn to live for His God, his land and union." With these wards the vision vanished, and I started from my seat and felt that I had seen a vision wherein had been shown me, the birth, progress and destiny of the United States. (Now Bradshaw concludes with these words.)

 "Such, my friends," concluded the venerable narrator, "were the words I heard from Washington's own lips, and America will do well to profit by them." – Wesley Bradshaw

(It goes without saying that the American people referred to in this vision, were the Aryan peoples who founded the Republic and not the confusion of faces that plague our land today. Indeed, we are perhaps in the first stages of the third peril where alien jews from Europe, renegade whites in our midst, alien orientals from Asia and the omnipresent blacks from Africa are pressing their war upon our traditions, encroaching upon our living space and demanding our surrender. The bloody part of the conflict may be closer than we think. Sons of the Republic – our day is coming. Unser Tag kommt. – Editor)