How utterly fitting, that during this long, agonizing descent into the Plutonian underworld of the U.S.A., and on July 4th, the anniversary of our nation’s Declaration of Independence, which Pluto has been scouring during this first return of Pluto to its degree position in the natal U.S. chart, that SOUND OF FREEDOM should be released to 2600 theaters all over the U.S.
My son Colin and I decided to go see that film, yesterday; for me, it was my way of honoring the ongoing purgation of the deep dark shadow of our nation’s history, on its 247th anniversary.
We lingered in the lobby (seven films were showing at that AMC complex; there’s another AMC across town, also showing SOUND OF FREEDOM) prior to entering the dark theater, not wanting to endure all the previews, and assuming (of course!) — in this indoctrinated academic town, that we might be the only ones in the audience. Hoping for a few other strangers, and just in case we might meet one or two, I drug out my old Qanon tee-shirt.
Well . . . when we walked in, about 15 minutes before the film actually began, with reviews of “coming (mostly violent) attractions,” up loud on screen, we were both utterly shocked to see that the theater which holds, I’m guessing, 300 seats, was almost totally packed, to the point where we could not find two seats adjacent anywhere. I ended up near the front; Colin at the very back, where he could survey the crowd. Looking closely, he told me later, he saw only eight people who did not have gray hair . . . wow!
So the older people, even here, are on to this horror? Hmmm . . . now I wonder. Were most of these older people from the academic heart of the city, or were most of them rural folks. Because the cultural contrast between them is remarkable.
Ever since I picked up Cathy O’Brien’s Trance Formation of America I have been educating myself on this cultural/political underbelly of America and the whole world. Remembering how it took me several years before I could really let that book sink in, I have been utterly sympathetic with those who refuse to recognize, or even consider the possibility of child sex slavery (and worse) used to blackmail people in positions of power. Most humans, though flawed, are not deliberately evil. Indeed, relatively speaking, compared to sex traffickers, we ARE innocent, and have great trouble thinking there are other humans who are not.
Several times, during the two hour and fifteen minute movie that focused on the hero’s prolonged journey to rescue a single child, I noticed that I had NOT been fidgeting, not crossing and recrossing my legs, not changing the position of my arms or back, etc. I never even picked up the bottle of water to open it. Instead, yes, for the first time in my long long life I was truly riveted, brought under this extraordinary true spell of death-defying heroism driven by deep soul recognition that “The World’s Children Are Not for Sale.”
During the film, the audience remained utterly silent and still (aside from a few popcorn crunches). At the end, silence as the extensive credits rolled, with most of the audience remaining in their seats, awaiting the “special message” posted to the bottom right of the screen, to appear in 2:00 minutes, then 1:59, 1:58 etc.
The special message turned out to be Jim Kaviezel himself, the deeply serious man who played Tim Ballard in this film, speaking with great urgency of the need for us to get the message out even further. That it’s up to us, the people of this world, to end this terrible scourge. He likened this movie to the 21st century Uncle Tom’s Cabin, referencing a kind of slavery that was not nearly so wide-spread as this one is.
By the way, President Donald Trump met with Tim Ballard in 2019.
Afterwards, walking out of the theater, I noticed that everyone was silent, preoccupied.
I had not told others here about the fact that Colin and I were going to this movie. I wanted to see it first; and then to comment on my experience only if someone asked.
Well, someone did, this morning, and I told her that, given the horror of the subject matter, the film was perfectly executed. Sets, actors (especially the children), length of each scene and how each fed into the next, all blended into a true story of heroism beyond measure, by men who spoke little, but showed their cooperative intent through deliberate movement and facial expression, feeding into elaborate planning involving subterfuge.
So much for “toxic masculinity”! That, and the rest of the trans agenda holds such depraved contrast to this story of how children are forcibly sexualized, drugged, dulled, and of course, stolen, and trafficked into sex slavery. (I saw somewhere that many trans people were sex-trafficked as children).
Jim Kaviezel calls this film, which was finally released to a wide general audience, when Angel Films took the rights to it, after five long years of continuous obstruction, likely by pedophile-rampant Hollywood, a “WEAPON OF MASS INSTRUCTION to end child slavery.” And indeed it is. The turning point. The tipping point. We can no longer look away.
THIS is The Great Awakening.
Just imagine: how many children are lost, orphaned, and trafficked in the chaos of any war? How many children are being brought over our southern border only to disappear, or sent to foster homes where they are sex trafficked? How many children have the Bidens, the Obamas, the Clintons, etc. used and abused? Yes. Many more people will be asking questions now. Our world will never be the same.
One overview of the general situation, plus the film, here:
Millions of Children Are Abducted and Trafficked Each Year. “The Sound of Freedom” Movie
If the movie is not yet showing where you are located, see this. New theaters are being added every day.
Thanks for the review Ann. I’m amazed it was even shown in Bloomington Indiana. There is hope.
I saw Sound of Freedom on July 4th with a couple of friends in Vernon, British Columbia, in the Okanagan region. There was a huge turnout, two consecutive evening shows were sold out. I was surprised!