OTD, 1968: Senator Robert Francis Kennedy shot in Los Angeles

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From Wikipedia:

On June 5, 1968, Robert F. Kennedy was shot by Sirhan Sirhan shortly after midnight at the Ambassador Hotel, Los Angeles. He was pronounced dead at 1:44 a.m. PDT the following day.

Kennedy was a senator from New York and a candidate in the 1968 Democratic Party presidential primaries. On June 4, 1968, he won the California and South Dakota primary elections. He addressed his campaign supporters in the Ambassador Hotel's Embassy Room ballroom; shortly after leaving the podium and exiting through a kitchen hallway, he was mortally wounded by multiple shots fired by Sirhan. Kennedy died at Good Samaritan Hospital nearly 26 hours later. His body was buried at Arlington National Cemetery near his brother John F. Kennedy's grave.


[On April 4, 1968,] civil rights activist Martin Luther King Jr. was assassinated, leading to further riots in several cities.[26] The same day, Kennedy gave a speech in Indianapolis, Indiana,[27] saying:

What we need in the United States is not division; what we need in the United States is not hatred; what we need in the United States is not violence and lawlessness, but is love, and wisdom, and compassion toward one another, and a feeling of justice toward those who still suffer within our country, whether they be white or whether they be black. ... let's dedicate ourselves to what the Greeks wrote so many years ago: to tame the savageness of man and make gentle the life of this world. Let us dedicate ourselves to that, and say a prayer for our country and for our people

- - - - - - - - - My political guiding light.

[fantase56]

1. ......

[Voltaire2]

2. That was the night I knew we were totally fucked.

I wasn’t wrong.

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3. I think things have gone downhill ever since.

At least for me, they have.

[mobeau69]

4. Dreams died that night.

[electric_blue68]

7. They sure did.😔 Ty. Nice vid and relatively recently (Dr King's DC memorial in there)

[Walleye]

5. That was a rough year. I don't think the flags went all the way up to the top that year

[Paladin]

6. A school friend called me at 5:00 AM the next morning, to let me know what had happened.

And that film of the big rally crowd that night at the hotel, as word passed as to what had occurred, and happiness turned into horror and screaming hysterics? Chills my bones, to this very day. Such a profound loss for this country.

[electric_blue68]

9. Oh, yeah, the ballroom vid. Still horriffic!

[WarGamer]

8. What could have been...

The world would have been a better place I'm sure. He certainly would have been POTUS for 8 years.

[Liberal In Texas]

10. It was an awful year. My dad died unexpectedly in Feb. leaving our family in disarray.

Then this.

[electric_blue68]

11. Let me take you to an Alternative, Parallel Earth (a dream I had Feb '21)

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Ah, now it's finnshed!

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© electric_blue68

Another Earth, Another Time

I was walking briskly on that blue sky day. I would not allow myself to be diverted from my determination. Much as I wanted to run across the street and smack the SOB who was smugly hooting, laughing, and commentating out loud on what had happened just late last night on June 5 (68) here in LA at the Ambassador Hotel!

Now, while I was a modest energy healer; I had developed a more high level, and related talent. I could construct instruments that would concentrate, and augment other healers' energies. I'd called one, a friend. They initiated a round robin of calls. Ah, and there was the bus stop.

Hopping on, while it was past regular morning rush hour there were still a good amount of riders -
very quiet somber riders.

In contrast the papers screamed our anguish: "Sen Kennedy Shot!", "Candidate RFK Shot!", Turmoil At The Ambassador Hotel: RFK Shot!". And...my god...
that same god forsaken photo of him on the floor with the busboy trying to comfort him. I partly held back a gasp, half sob then let out a long, low sigh.

An there... finally... the Hospital! A bit of a shudder ran through me. Crowd behind the barricades. Signs - "Pray for Bobby!". Rosaries hanging here, and there; gently moving, and swaying held by nimble fingers. Latin, White, Black, Asian, Red; trades people, service people, suits, men, and women, teens, young adults, middle age, seniors. I saw a group of dear church ladies that had broken out their Sunday hats.

How Linda, and Jan got us in the front door I'll never know! Carmen who was friend's with with a nurse there wouldn't have to finagle plan B! (She looked relived)

So we went to a further away empty side lobby; dark stained wood walls, mildly subdued green fabric covered sturdy chairs, and couches, few low tables, and folding chairs where we gathered. Pushing some of furniture back our nine healers were arranged in a "U" shape; open part facing the higher up big windows.

I was in front of them by a small table. Unlatching my ubiquitous leather briefcase emerged various brass pipings partly joined. With further connectings looking like a longish rectangle, I added a magnifying glass in the back by me, a short batch of smaller lens in a back to front heading.

They in turn faced a smaller transparent fat barely a rectangular box long side at 90% to the outer rectangle of metal suspended with copper wire holding it in place. Inside if it three rows of small quartz crystals were "stacked" above each other, and lined up side by side linking together with sterling silver bezel, and round wires.

Another manifying glass this tine squarish but smaller than the round one in the back, matching the front of this box. In front of that held by the brass with additional attachments was a solid plastic squarish tube going past the front of the brass housing. The outside end had a flip back cover that'd be held in place once opened.
I placed a small ramp with notched curves angling down by left and right sides to hold an angle by a rod at it's base, under the device.

I looked up. His room was on the right corner of the top floor that could be seen with the floor below it from the windows in front of us. I angled my device. There was another wing to the left. And... and were those sharp shooters on the roof!? Woah.

Stepping a bit aways I quietly said "I'm ready - your turn". I held my breath. I'd never had a challenge in front of me to that directly try and change America, and the (frikkin') World in that moment. Probably not many of the group of healers either. But here we were (!!!!!).

While I couldn't see anything at first eventually the quartzs' must have begun florescing in Ultraviolet because I barely could see glimmering wisps of violet around each quartz, and eventually around the whole transparent box.

"We're almost there", said Jan. I almost held my breath waiting.. "Ok.... now", she firmly intoned.

I lifted back the tube's cover, and clicked it in place.

Except for a half second of the violet light brightening, I
couldn't see anything else. I wondered if the healers could see the energies. I imagined some if not all would sense sense them.
After a few minutes, the box's violet started fading then each transparent violent light covered crystal from back to front faded away.

I glanced at Jan, and she nodded. I closed the tube lid.

Now... we... waited. (As I took apart my instrument and put it safely away).

We pushed the green furniture together, after folding up the metal chairs. Linda pulled out a transistor radio. We occasionally went two or three at a time for snacks, coffee etc.

Several hours later mummers began to slowly increase down the right hallway. Then they leveled off but didn't fade. Nothing from the radio so we turned it back off.

Then a while later a semi collective sort of gasp rose, and then lots of chatter. What? What?! "He's much, much better", said Carmen, "I can sense it". She smiled. The transistor was snapped back on, as we huddled around it.

"...His team of doctors are calling it a miracle right now. They have no idea how such so much physical damage could be reversed! Far, far beyond what they had done."

"This reporter can see through the room's window. Past a doctor, and nurse...while his smile is slight, his eyes are bright, and cogent as he talks to his wife... It is an... astounding thing, event.....to witness".

We all slowly stood up. Eyes being wiped. I looked at them, and ufortunately felt that all too familiar pulling sensation on my back. Really! Now?!!?

I grabbed Linda's hands who was closest saying, "we couldn't save our Bobby on my world! But at least I could be here and help you save yours!". The pulling increased on me and the room, and people faded away. I however knew they and I still had - our Victory!
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And I woke up, amazed that this dropped into my slumber in Feb?! I could see late May, June 1, 2 etc. But Feb 2001?


I finally thought today, actually, maybe it was in a way a response to Jan 6.
But it was beautiful in the end.