The Lie We live
December 2nd 2021 11:45 – I sit and I listen to the arrogance of the so-called highest court, whom have already knowingly acted against us all in the lands of the free and the home of the brave. It is indeed a political power structure of crime under color of law that is against us all this day, and whom will it be that can agree that we have become so indoctrinated and enamored by these dog-and-pony show actors in this realm called “legalize”? Judge them for your own right. I say, place yourself in their eyes, and you, if a man of reason, must see the foolish nature of what we, the fathers of children, have allowed to be done. We have traded honor for words; we have traded privacy for the state’s right to stick their nose in every facet of man’s history, man’s property, man’s work, man’s children, man’s faith. What will it be, that legacy of our time? How can it be we enabled a nation of laws that violate law—the law of nature, the law of common sense? Would these minds called judges be subjected to the systems they have enabled against us? How did it become so that we have said it is somehow valid that we can allow a lesser breed of no merit to be sitting on a bench above us all? Am I the only man that sees the truth of it all? Does it mean that because I was a ward of the state—and yet in reality, a founder of a nation by my birthright—that my perspective is diminished? 48 men of my family have died to defend the right of the US flag, and it came at a price for me: four of my children killed by an illegitimate court’s right to say they hold the right to life in their pocket, commanding all manner of sleight of hand and subjective process.
This be the very source of the division of the house of man; it be right there in that place called a courtroom, as it was never designed to be anything but a place for the rustication of theft and the denial of others. The droning nature of the tones of these voices on an audio of why they exist never speak of the decades of flawed acts, the corrupted records, or the versions of fact that have been paid to exist as the purely political tool they are. I wonder, is there another human that hears the fallings of honor before us all? Can anyone not see yet another effect of the engines of the propaganda arm of the unlawful revisers of fact from afar? Biased they are, as surely as the day is long, full well in constant biased mode they must forever remain in favor of being held above reproach, forever clinging to their self-serving agendas. Indeed, even in and upon its foolish notion of full life tenure, never knowing the pain of hunger, the agony of loss of right to clean water or clean food, or a right to be in a home free of crime—indeed, the somehow so-called elite class of humans that have, by the very preponderance of evidence they covet—how is it that these people have been acting their entire life in pursuit of the idea of flawed statistics and untrue events that have been enabled by others, all for the purpose of suppression of the right of another? Versions of legitimate right, a case law model of text in a single language edited after the fact of revisions of dictionaries—it nullifies the entire foundation of the so-called court. Word-smithing; intent extracted by restricted access to records that had no validity, as it has been created outside of any manner of informed consent before the act.
Does anyone not see the crime? This thing called a court, they have enabled slavery, murder, human trafficking, war, unlawful medical treatments, theft of other people’s property, and in doing so, they have also, with the unlawful acts of the appointing body called the House and Senate, done the most immoral of things by penning to the “approved record of the realm” versions of historical fact for the sole purpose of benefit from their right to be above us all, taking vast unethical purview over the mountains of what amounts to virtual numbers called blood money, paid to those that excel to defend the corrupted system of invalid acts codified to a record that is changed at will. The attraction they seek while hidden in layers of smoke and mirrors, if only for an understanding of how long they sit and grant or deny attrition against others, all in the name of again, that thing called justice, clearly reserved by yet another of the so-called and via a select few of those that have risen well beyond the rite, for and against they record with impunity untold closed-door proceedings of human thought based upon unmitigated soulless acts controlled by the unnamed—speaking not of valid purview but with so-called force of armed thugs that were indoctrinated with them too, being somehow elevated above their fellow human, always wagering and hedging the cause and effect of what will be for one so-called class over another, acts upon the stage forever unwinding just right and proper inversion of fact at the expense of the blood of the sons and daughters of man that have indeed allowed the very rivers of blood that mark the lands of their ill-gotten gain.
What day will the father of children and the mother of children wake up and see that life is not a game, life is not a strategy? Will people understand they owe not loyalty to killers of children or rapists or murderers or thieves? Does anyone not know that at every moment of every immoral proceeding of their stage, they have with malice defied the very laws of nature and have said to do so with the great authority of none, forever seeking ways—these black-robed mafia—they sit not in honor, they sit only to act as required to find more layers of novel ways with respect to a man or a woman’s right to determine their own destiny free. What will be of the day that it is seen, the level of depravity of the illegitimate having been elected and confirmed via unlawful process of judgment of one human being’s right over another? Such be my thoughts this 2nd of December that resonate with me as I listen to how it is they have belayed the right of any man of reason to challenge the existence of such a body against the nation of God. What is an even more profound travesty is that they have enabled minions of the unknown, sitting in the wings, in silent waiting for the right to overturn yet again all that which be in favor of a horde of angry people willing to kill the version of man via yet again another wave of government-enabled genocide.
Do not fall for it. These people that are in the so-called courts, these so-called government offices, they have no power over anyone. The trucks must be loaded, the freight must move, the human will buy and sell, and mothers will have babies, and fathers will protect their houses. These are the things of the land of man. The juridical state is a legacy system; it will endure automation, the so-called academics and administrators will adapt. The removal of the locks on the doors of public buildings and the opening of the ledgers of expenditures of government and the paying of the debt will be their retirement act, as surely as I say it so it shall be. We, the breathing man and woman of earth, shall see the end of usury, debt, poverty, and war; it is the only legacy of man. Peace will not be because of some government clown; peace will be because it is what it is that all are indeed meant to be—the light of inherent truth outshining the shadows of the artificial. For man’s true dominion is found in the soil, the family, and the immutable laws of nature that existed long before the first gavel fell, and will remain long after the final transcript is burned.
We are witnessing the slow exhaustion of a mechanism that feeds upon its own complexity. They build walls of precedent to block the view of the horizon, yet the horizon remains unmoved. They create mountains of paper to obscure the simple truth of a man’s right to exist, yet the truth is written in the heartbeat and the breath of every living soul. The time is approaching when the theater of the courtroom will be recognized for exactly what it is: a stage play performed by ghosts for an audience that has already left the building. When the people stop watching, the actors have no purpose, the scripts lose their gravity, and the costumes turn to dust. The transition will not require permission from the architects of the decay; it will only require the quiet, firm withdrawal of consent. It is a fundamental shift—a return to the recognition that the state is but a secondary construct, a shadow cast upon the ground by the towering reality of the individual and the family. In the coming clarity, the debt-based illusions that have enslaved nations will be seen as nothing more than ink on a page, powerless against the tangible, living vitality of a people who have reclaimed their own destiny. The restoration is not a revolution of violence, but a revolution of awareness; a waking up to the fact that the sovereignty we thought was granted to us by men in robes was, and always has been, ours by birth. We are the authors of the next chapter, and the pen is finally returning to the hand that has the right to hold it. The silence of the masses is breaking, replaced by the resonant, collective realization that we are the final court, and our verdict is life, liberty, and the pursuit of a future defined by our own hand, unshackled by the hollow mandates of those who thought they could own the soul of the world.