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"Mr. Lincoln, I've Decided to Trust You!" script, 1967
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HEAD COUNSELOR "First let me introduce myself. I head this group...I act in a judicial sense, for the Ages; but my powers are limited, the ultimate power is yet to reveal itself. The man who glows is a Mr. Lincoln, born February of 1809, died of an assassins' bullet, as you did, in 1865. If you count swiftly, roughly 100 years have intervened since his death and yours. As a seed you were dormant for 60 years after his death. You are either a child of content or discontent owing to this man. He has waited long for you. Your destiny was to arrive at this time and tell us of your era. Don't be alarmed, we sit; but we don't judge...we are mere figure heads." MR. X. "Mr. Lincoln...is he...or was he President Abraham Lincoln?" HEAD COUNSELOR "He is that Lincoln." MR. X. "What am I suppose to say?" HEAD COUNSELOR "Lend us your thoughts of this man. For now you are innocent...in a hundred years, a child of the Black Muslims will come forth as your confronter." MR. X. "I was never a leader...or President of anything." HEAD COUNSELOR "You command a great audience. You spoke to them and to some tender soul, yet unborn, the seeds of your words shall grow. The Council of the Ages will hear that child and you will then know of yourself. A man can not be judged at the moment of his deed, for the ramifying effect is like emanating concentric circles, moving ever outward, contained only by the lethal sagacity of your word." MR. X. "Well I've got a hundred years to think about it." HEAD COUNSELOR "It is a relief of the moment. It will be the dread of the years." MR. LINCOLN "What he says is quite true, ninety years is a long time to dread. He has not told you all. You are indeed over the horizon of human vision, but you are trapped here, in the limbo of existence. If your past life was of value, you reenter the life cycle. True,
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HEAD COUNSELOR "First let me introduce myself. I head this group...I act in a judicial sense, for the Ages; but my powers are limited, the ultimate power is yet to reveal itself. The man who glows is a Mr. Lincoln, born February of 1809, died of an assassins' bullet, as you did, in 1865. If you count swiftly, roughly 100 years have intervened since his death and yours. As a seed you were dormant for 60 years after his death. You are either a child of content or discontent owing to this man. He has waited long for you. Your destiny was to arrive at this time and tell us of your era. Don't be alarmed, we sit; but we don't judge...we are mere figure heads." MR. X. "Mr. Lincoln...is he...or was he President Abraham Lincoln?" HEAD COUNSELOR "He is that Lincoln." MR. X. "What am I suppose to say?" HEAD COUNSELOR "Lend us your thoughts of this man. For now you are innocent...in a hundred years, a child of the Black Muslims will come forth as your confronter." MR. X. "I was never a leader...or President of anything." HEAD COUNSELOR "You command a great audience. You spoke to them and to some tender soul, yet unborn, the seeds of your words shall grow. The Council of the Ages will hear that child and you will then know of yourself. A man can not be judged at the moment of his deed, for the ramifying effect is like emanating concentric circles, moving ever outward, contained only by the lethal sagacity of your word." MR. X. "Well I've got a hundred years to think about it." HEAD COUNSELOR "It is a relief of the moment. It will be the dread of the years." MR. LINCOLN "What he says is quite true, ninety years is a long time to dread. He has not told you all. You are indeed over the horizon of human vision, but you are trapped here, in the limbo of existence. If your past life was of value, you reenter the life cycle. True,
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