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05/13/2023

I Once Lived in a House
By Anna Von Reitz


The house was a magnificent wreck, with a stairway going down to the basement straight out of a Boris Karloff movie, dark, creaking uneven stairs, dusty, festooned with cobwebs, the dry treads trembling with age, shadows reaching out deep into the uncertain faint light of the open doorway to the first floor above.

Simply retrieving a can of tomatoes from the similarly ancient shelves in the basement was like a lifetime adventure, requiring groping, placing each foot gingerly on each step, afraid that a rusty lawn rake, shovel, or other implement would dislodge from tenuous lodgings on the shadowed wall----and land with ghastly precision on my head. Indiana Jones ain't got nothing on me. This house was like the Temple of Doom and I lived in it.

There were, however, some respites. After we managed to find a chain long enough to reach the first floor and sturdy enough to clank around the perimeter of the 7-foot chimney hole and after that exercise dislodged a family of bats, two dead squirrels, a similarly dead pigeon, and approximately ten gallons-worth of creosote and ash, it was possible to have a warm fire on a cold night.

The roof, though perilous, stubbornly continued to shed rain.

The early century appliances in the kitchen, including a circa 1935 Waring Blender and a cast-iron Sears and Roebuck Stand Mixer, complete with fabric-wrapped electrical cords, still worked. And the plumbing, God helped us with that-- the plumbing was all copper pipe of an unknown age and unpopular dimension, but it transported water grudgingly from the basement to the Third Floor where the hot water service terminated. The garret, where I lived, got cold water only.

The original inhabitants built this house just after The American Civil War and they had no concept of modern heat systems at the time, so the dragon-like furnace was added afterward and lived under the first floor stairway.

Still, on an autumn afternoon, the house was a welcoming hulk backed up against the storm clouds and swirling leaves. It seemed to say, "I've shouldered the snow and had leaves in my gutters for over a hundred years! I'll make it a few years more!"

In the spring both the yard and the house gave rise to a continuance of wonders, as I and my odd cast of roommates plus cats and dogs dug through the attic and raked the grounds, finding such oddities as a wreath made out of human hair, and a form of Belladonna growing in the garden which everyone thought was extinct.

It was, all in all, not a cozy place, but a strangely secure one, and my rooms in the garret were open and airy, nicely plastered, adorned with fine baseboards and panelled doors. Thanks to the advent of electricity, I didn't have to rely on the two ancient cast-iron coal stoves for heat, though I kept them ready to light up, just in case.

The real glory of the house, in my mind, remained the built-in bookshelves lining every space, nook, and cranny. As I learned and as our ancestors surely knew, there's more to a bookshelf than books.

Gradually, over the course of time, The House came back to life, as if it had only been slumbering for several decades. When the venerable hot water heater installed in 1951 finally died in the middle of a blizzard, executive decisions were made, and within a week, both a new water heater and an extension of the hot water system to the garret were installed.

What next, I wondered? A bathtub?

Despite all the cleaning and raking and painting and hot water in the garret, the basement remained, all but untouched and avoided, the dark and gloomy nature of the place, not to mention the spiders, proved sufficient to repel most youthful invaders.

I remained the only one to venture there, besides the landlord and the various courageous repairmen.

So one day it happened that I was preparing to go downstairs and I looked up, instead of down for reasons I don't remember --- and there, far above me, I saw a light fixture and a light bulb and then, I looked for and found a light switch.

And again, once I looked, I saw another light fixture and light bulb on the landing where the stairway turned. Last, but not least, a third fixture and light bulb were discovered at the base of the stairway.

Half an hour later with the cobwebs and dust wiped away and new light bulbs installed, I flipped the switch and all three lights blazed on.

I stood there stunned, wondering what was the matter with me, that I had never noticed those light fixtures before? Why did I never look for them? How did I miss seeing the lonely switch on the wall? I felt like an utter fool.

Here I'd been creeping up and down that wretched dark stairwell with a flashlight and stumbling around for years, when there was no need for that at all.

At some point in the past the light bulbs had winked out and there was nobody left to replace them. So the seasons ran away and the dust collected and the spiders built their houses on top of mine.

In a way, it's the same story with our American Federation and the Federal Republic. They've been here all along, dormant yet still alive,
waiting for us to turn the lights on and finish the job of Reconstruction.

It's true that we've had to overcome the treachery of False Friends acting in Breach of Trust. It's true that the work is considerably more daunting than simply changing a few light bulbs, but it's still oddly the same.

We were meant to have light and ease in our house on the hill, meant to enjoy the clean and secure home we are heir to, yet we have stumbled around all these years in the dark, not noticing the truth, not knowing who we are.

So now I've been saying, "Come home!" and that's the first message, but it's not just about coming home. It's about fixing up the old place and restoring it to its former glory. It's about flipping the light switches and seeing the lights blaze on as one after another the functions of our government roar back to life.

If you feel like a fool when you finally see what's been wrong all this while, see that your Employees have been running the show and abusing your credit during your purported absence, see that you, yourself, have been the missing element in your government --- join the crowd.

Stand with us in wonder as one after another the pillars of our government are restored and our history becomes our life again.

----------------------------

See this article and over 4100 others on Anna's website here: www.annavonreitz.com

02/16/2023

Hello everyone!

Pho and I will be featured guests at the Libertarian Party of Washington’s 2023 annual conference. It’s rare that we get over to that side of the country, so if you’re close, consider coming on by to see us! We will be a part of a special mixer on Friday and will be around for various speaking engagements and fun otherwise.

Further details can be found on their Eventbrite page that’s linked here:

https://www.eventbrite.com/e/lpwa-2023-convention-tickets-507047892897

Excited to see you there if you can make it!

In liberty,

-J ( :

Hello everyone!

Jack and I will be featured guests at the Libertarian Party of Washington’s 2023 annual conference. It’s rare that we get over to that side of the country, so if you’re close, consider coming on by to see us! We will be a part of a special mixer on Friday and will be around for various speaking engagements and fun otherwise.

Further details can be found on their Eventbrite page that’s linked here:

https://www.eventbrite.com/e/lpwa-2023-convention-tickets-507047892897

Excited to see you there if you can make it!

In liberty,

~Pho ^^

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I Once Lived in a House
By Anna Von Reitz


The house was a magnificent wreck, with a stairway going down to the basement straight out of a Boris Karloff movie, dark, creaking uneven stairs, dusty, festooned with cobwebs, the dry treads trembling with age, shadows reaching out deep into the uncertain faint light of the open doorway to the first floor above.

Simply retrieving a can of tomatoes from the similarly ancient shelves in the basement was like a lifetime adventure, requiring groping, placing each foot gingerly on each step, afraid that a rusty lawn rake, shovel, or other implement would dislodge from tenuous lodgings on the shadowed wall----and land with ghastly precision on my head. Indiana Jones ain't got nothing on me. This house was like the Temple of Doom and I lived in it.

There were, however, some respites. After we managed to find a chain long enough to reach the first floor and sturdy enough to clank around the perimeter of the 7-foot chimney hole and after that exercise dislodged a family of bats, two dead squirrels, a similarly dead pigeon, and approximately ten gallons-worth of creosote and ash, it was possible to have a warm fire on a cold night.

The roof, though perilous, stubbornly continued to shed rain.

The early century appliances in the kitchen, including a circa 1935 Waring Blender and a cast-iron Sears and Roebuck Stand Mixer, complete with fabric-wrapped electrical cords, still worked. And the plumbing, God helped us with that-- the plumbing was all copper pipe of an unknown age and unpopular dimension, but it transported water grudgingly from the basement to the Third Floor where the hot water service terminated. The garret, where I lived, got cold water only.

The original inhabitants built this house just after The American Civil War and they had no concept of modern heat systems at the time, so the dragon-like furnace was added afterward and lived under the first floor stairway.

Still, on an autumn afternoon, the house was a welcoming hulk backed up against the storm clouds and swirling leaves. It seemed to say, "I've shouldered the snow and had leaves in my gutters for over a hundred years! I'll make it a few years more!"

In the spring both the yard and the house gave rise to a continuance of wonders, as I and my odd cast of roommates plus cats and dogs dug through the attic and raked the grounds, finding such oddities as a wreath made out of human hair, and a form of Belladonna growing in the garden which everyone thought was extinct.

It was, all in all, not a cozy place, but a strangely secure one, and my rooms in the garret were open and airy, nicely plastered, adorned with fine baseboards and panelled doors. Thanks to the advent of electricity, I didn't have to rely on the two ancient cast-iron coal stoves for heat, though I kept them ready to light up, just in case.

The real glory of the house, in my mind, remained the built-in bookshelves lining every space, nook, and cranny. As I learned and as our ancestors surely knew, there's more to a bookshelf than books.

Gradually, over the course of time, The House came back to life, as if it had only been slumbering for several decades. When the venerable hot water heater installed in 1951 finally died in the middle of a blizzard, executive decisions were made, and within a week, both a new water heater and an extension of the hot water system to the garret were installed.

What next, I wondered? A bathtub?

Despite all the cleaning and raking and painting and hot water in the garret, the basement remained, all but untouched and avoided, the dark and gloomy nature of the place, not to mention the spiders, proved sufficient to repel most youthful invaders.

I remained the only one to venture there, besides the landlord and the various courageous repairmen.

So one day it happened that I was preparing to go downstairs and I looked up, instead of down for reasons I don't remember --- and there, far above me, I saw a light fixture and a light bulb and then, I looked for and found a light switch.

And again, once I looked, I saw another light fixture and light bulb on the landing where the stairway turned. Last, but not least, a third fixture and light bulb were discovered at the base of the stairway.

Half an hour later with the cobwebs and dust wiped away and new light bulbs installed, I flipped the switch and all three lights blazed on.

I stood there stunned, wondering what was the matter with me, that I had never noticed those light fixtures before? Why did I never look for them? How did I miss seeing the lonely switch on the wall? I felt like an utter fool.

Here I'd been creeping up and down that wretched dark stairwell with a flashlight and stumbling around for years, when there was no need for that at all.

At some point in the past the light bulbs had winked out and there was nobody left to replace them. So the seasons ran away and the dust collected and the spiders built their houses on top of mine.

In a way, it's the same story with our American Federation and the Federal Republic. They've been here all along, dormant yet still alive,
waiting for us to turn the lights on and finish the job of Reconstruction.

It's true that we've had to overcome the treachery of False Friends acting in Breach of Trust. It's true that the work is considerably more daunting than simply changing a few light bulbs, but it's still oddly the same.

We were meant to have light and ease in our house on the hill, meant to enjoy the clean and secure home we are heir to, yet we have stumbled around all these years in the dark, not noticing the truth, not knowing who we are.

So now I've been saying, "Come home!" and that's the first message, but it's not just about coming home. It's about fixing up the old place and restoring it to its former glory. It's about flipping the light switches and seeing the lights blaze on as one after another the functions of our government roar back to life.

If you feel like a fool when you finally see what's been wrong all this while, see that your Employees have been running the show and abusing your credit during your purported absence, see that you, yourself, have been the missing element in your government --- join the crowd.

Stand with us in wonder as one after another the pillars of our government are restored and our history becomes our life again.

----------------------------

See this article and over 4100 others on Anna's website here: www.annavonreitz.com

02/16/2023

Hello everyone!

Pho and I will be featured guests at the Libertarian Party of Washington’s 2023 annual conference. It’s rare that we get over to that side of the country, so if you’re close, consider coming on by to see us! We will be a part of a special mixer on Friday and will be around for various speaking engagements and fun otherwise.

Further details can be found on their Eventbrite page that’s linked here:

https://www.eventbrite.com/e/lpwa-2023-convention-tickets-507047892897

Excited to see you there if you can make it!

In liberty,

-J ( :

Hello everyone!

Jack and I will be featured guests at the Libertarian Party of Washington’s 2023 annual conference. It’s rare that we get over to that side of the country, so if you’re close, consider coming on by to see us! We will be a part of a special mixer on Friday and will be around for various speaking engagements and fun otherwise.

Further details can be found on their Eventbrite page that’s linked here:

https://www.eventbrite.com/e/lpwa-2023-convention-tickets-507047892897

Excited to see you there if you can make it!

In liberty,

~Pho ^^

02/04/2023

Live entertainment by Nokomis, Networking Night Thursday, 2/22/2023, Next Steps 2023, Building The Parallel Society, February 22-25
https://4nursing.blogspot.com/2023/02/nokomis-networking-night-thursday.html

Time to mingle

Here’s your chance to connect with old friends and make new ones!
Interactive activity on co-creating the world we want!
Live entertainment by Nokomis
Cocktail attire optional
Heavy hors d’oeurves
Cash Bar

Use Discount Code NurseUp10 at checkout to save 10% on any ticket.
https://next-steps.info/networking-night-2/

Nokomis
Noko is a conscious artist, songwriter, health freedom advocate, crystal keeper & hawk goddess. Her album is filled w/ music that carries a message. Her songs touch on everything from self-empowerment to spirituality. With a subject matter that’s right in step with the times, she inspires to motivate others to lead with positivity & truth.

Her sacred space has a large selection of crystals, jewelry & sound healing tools available. Lots of love, positive intentions & care are put into each item. Her goal is to empower others on their awakening & healing journeys. She has infinite gratitude for Mother Earth’s many medicines & tools. She believes that we are all healers, when we tap into that energy & allow ourselves to be.

https://www.reverbnation.com/nokomis

Noko’s Music Videos
http://www.nokostribe.com

#Mixer #Networking #NetworkingNight #NextSteps2023 #Nokomis #NurseUp

02/03/2023

Michael Gordon, Networking Night Thursday, 2/22/2023, Next Steps 2023, Building The Parallel Society, February 22-25
https://4nursing.blogspot.com/2023/02/michael-gordon-networking-night.html

Time to mingle

Here’s your chance to connect with old friends and make new ones!
Interactive activity on co-creating the world we want!
Live entertainment by Nokomis
Cocktail attire optional
Heavy hors d’oeurves
Cash Bar

Use Discount Code NurseUp10 at checkout to save 10% on any ticket.
https://next-steps.info/networking-night-2/




Michael Gordon
Born and raised in New England, Michael has lived the American Dream since the early 1960’s.

In his teens he dreamed of becoming a state wrestling champion and in seven years it happened.

In his twenties he dreamed of becoming a mathematician and in seven years it happened.

In his thirties he dreamed of becoming a software architect, husband, homeowner, and father of two children and in seven years it all happened.

But something else happened… in his twenty-nineth year… he was shaken to the core by the realization that something was seriously wrong in the American Dream, and thus all during his thirties this motivated him to discover the TRUTH about the American Dream and about human nature.

And then, in his late thirties, just after the start of the 21st century, something happened that he could not have dreamed possible… a miracle! He unwittingly pierced the veil that normally blocks our awareness of what lies beyond the 3-D world… eventually coming to realize the simple truth that “THE WORLD IS A DREAM AND WE ARE THE DREAMER!”

Now in his sixties, resident of Roswell Georgia, full-time spiritual warrior and political activist Michael Gordon is writing, teaching, healing, speaking, petitioning, organizing, and even running for state representative in Georgia in order to help save the American Dream from becoming merely part of a new global nightmare.

Join Michael during Networking Night if you dare to consider how it can be that WE THE PEOPLE HAVE THE POWER to make our dreams come true! Discover how our natural creative ability functions in this world of dreams. Participate in a lively presentation “CO-CREATING THE WORLD WE WANT” to help understand what is really happening in our world and what we can do about it. Let’s SHIFT THE PARADIGM away from resignation and instead let’s focus on CREATION… Be the change you wish to see in this world of dreams!

Because “what you resist – persists” and what you spend your time, energy and focus on is what you will surely bring more of into your experience, it is time to move away from spending most of our time and energy on the problem – we know what the problem is – and shift our focus onto solutions.

Once this PARADIGM SHIFT occurs, where we are focused on the world we want (Liberty & Justice for All AKA The American Dream) instead of the world we don’t want (the Globalist NWO Nightmare) all sorts of doors will open and solutions will appear! Simply by turning our attention to the solution will bring more of the solution.

This activity will bring a whole new meaning to the concept of Networking, because we are going to be Networking for Positive Change!

#Mixer #Networking #NetworkingNight #NextSteps2023 #NurseUp