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& may-might I share that amidst-in my little ole 1 bedroom warm thru out, spacious (roomy = I don't purposely have alot of stuff & thing's here of down 2 a minimal) apt I have it all dark thru out & amidst my home office area likewise dark but use-got a hand held "Duracell" Black rubber exterior upright standing flashlight with a small length Orange extension cord going up over the backside of my small ole (old over 12 year's) simple office light weight desk & just sitting lightly atop of the hand held "Duracell" Black rubber exterior upright standing flashlight & with (acting as a sort of lampshade) a piece of 8" x 11" folded up ie: letter size but opened in middle & setting atop of nightlight plugged in2 1 end of the Orange extension cord going up over the backside of my office desk which that end is plugged in so as 2 act like a sort of lamp like. SIGH so, there's THAT as they say, anyway, God bless in Jesus-stay safe out there USA-globally smile.

10/12/2023

The "Opinions" of the U.S. Supreme Court and the Supreme Court of the United States
By Anna Von Reitz


Opinions of Supreme Court Justices are literally opinions, like anyone else's opinions --- they argue, they fuss, they fight, they try to reason their way through things --- and in the end, they express their opinions.

What a let down, eh?

It turns out that college is a boring waste of time, childbirth is survivable, most doctors can't cure toenail fungus, and all these mighty Supreme Black Robes have to offer is an opinion --- often sprinkled with a lot of "dissent" as in "dissenting opinion".

Nearly all their decisions sound like a semi-scholarly cat fight, with the Girls from Dorm B against the Boys from Dorm D.

You are left with the definite feeling that--- my God in Heaven, if this, a "majority opinion" rendered by nine people who can't think straight or find their moral compass with a flashlight, is all we have to offer as the decisive voice of sanity and justice in this country, we might as well strip naked, shoot up, and dance in the streets.

Oh, wait, that's what the Californians have been doing for years and years....

Please note that there are several "supreme courts" and my regular Readers will notice the difference between the U.S. Supreme Court and the Supreme Court of the United States for starters.

Once in a great while in a sordid, twisted, backdoor way, like people trying to disguise a fart, one of these Supreme Courts will render a decision that makes sense and might give service to humanity.

When that happens, I pinch myself, hard.

Here, against all odds, is one of those decisions worth remembering:

Beys AFROYIM, Petitioner, v Dean RUSK, Secretary of State, Supreme Court (of the United States), US Law, Lll, Legal Information Institute.

https://www.law.cornell.edu/supremecourt/text/387/253.

Please notice the crazy style convention, where the first name is Upper and Lower Case and the last name is in all capital letters. This is a split jurisdiction Federal case, and this is how they are coding that fact.

Bey and Dean are in International capacity and AFROYIM and RUSK are in US CITIZEN capacity as defined by the infamous "diversity clause" that allows corporations to be counted as Municipal citizenry.

This is another of the endless recordkeeping innovations that serve to confuse everyone outside the system and to overall "hide the cheese".

The positive aspect of this case is that these goobers really don't have the right to presume anything about us, don't have a contract, have no right to change our natural political status, and yes, they have to produce proof in the form of time cards, paychecks, job descriptions, etc., ---that is, actual proof of federal employment or dependency--- in order to claim that we are federal citizens of any kind, whether Territorial, Municipal, or US CORP.

You can consider this a Keystone Case when you do what I suggest and ask, politely, where's the contract?

When you ask that, you are referring to the citizenship contract? The proof that you are a Federal employee or dependent, operating as someone or something that is obligated to obey their rules, codes, and statutes?

If they can't demonstrate the basis for their claims and bring it into evidence, they lose. The burden of proof is on them, not you.

This case explains, in fairly straight forward language and reasoning, that no, the Federales can't just walk into your home or your business or arrest you on the street ---and proceed to presume that you are a Federal citizen subject to the whims of their corporate management.

They do it and get away with it all the time, but legally and lawfully, they aren't allowed to. This case summarizes this very nicely. I recommend it to your contemplation. And your arsenal.

Many of the Hired Jurists working as judges in this country don't have a clue what they are doing --- and wouldn't be doing it if they did know.

This case can help prove to them that you aren't crazy and your objections aren't frivolous --- at least not in the opinion of the Supreme Court of the United States.

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See this article and over 4400 others on Anna's website here: www.annavonreitz.com

06/19/2023

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& may-might I share that amidst-in my little ole 1 bedroom warm thru out, spacious (roomy = I don't purposely have alot of stuff & thing's here of down 2 a minimal) apt I have it all dark thru out & amidst my home office area likewise dark but use-got a hand held "Duracell" Black rubber exterior upright standing flashlight with a small length Orange extension cord going up over the backside of my small ole (old over 12 year's) simple office light weight desk & just sitting lightly atop of the hand held "Duracell" Black rubber exterior upright standing flashlight & with (acting as a sort of lampshade) a piece of 8" x 11" folded up ie: letter size but opened in middle & setting atop of nightlight plugged in2 1 end of the Orange extension cord going up over the backside of my office desk which that end is plugged in so as 2 act like a sort of lamp like. SIGH so, there's THAT as they say, anyway, God bless in Jesus-stay safe out there USA-globally smile.

10/12/2023

The "Opinions" of the U.S. Supreme Court and the Supreme Court of the United States
By Anna Von Reitz


Opinions of Supreme Court Justices are literally opinions, like anyone else's opinions --- they argue, they fuss, they fight, they try to reason their way through things --- and in the end, they express their opinions.

What a let down, eh?

It turns out that college is a boring waste of time, childbirth is survivable, most doctors can't cure toenail fungus, and all these mighty Supreme Black Robes have to offer is an opinion --- often sprinkled with a lot of "dissent" as in "dissenting opinion".

Nearly all their decisions sound like a semi-scholarly cat fight, with the Girls from Dorm B against the Boys from Dorm D.

You are left with the definite feeling that--- my God in Heaven, if this, a "majority opinion" rendered by nine people who can't think straight or find their moral compass with a flashlight, is all we have to offer as the decisive voice of sanity and justice in this country, we might as well strip naked, shoot up, and dance in the streets.

Oh, wait, that's what the Californians have been doing for years and years....

Please note that there are several "supreme courts" and my regular Readers will notice the difference between the U.S. Supreme Court and the Supreme Court of the United States for starters.

Once in a great while in a sordid, twisted, backdoor way, like people trying to disguise a fart, one of these Supreme Courts will render a decision that makes sense and might give service to humanity.

When that happens, I pinch myself, hard.

Here, against all odds, is one of those decisions worth remembering:

Beys AFROYIM, Petitioner, v Dean RUSK, Secretary of State, Supreme Court (of the United States), US Law, Lll, Legal Information Institute.

https://www.law.cornell.edu/supremecourt/text/387/253.

Please notice the crazy style convention, where the first name is Upper and Lower Case and the last name is in all capital letters. This is a split jurisdiction Federal case, and this is how they are coding that fact.

Bey and Dean are in International capacity and AFROYIM and RUSK are in US CITIZEN capacity as defined by the infamous "diversity clause" that allows corporations to be counted as Municipal citizenry.

This is another of the endless recordkeeping innovations that serve to confuse everyone outside the system and to overall "hide the cheese".

The positive aspect of this case is that these goobers really don't have the right to presume anything about us, don't have a contract, have no right to change our natural political status, and yes, they have to produce proof in the form of time cards, paychecks, job descriptions, etc., ---that is, actual proof of federal employment or dependency--- in order to claim that we are federal citizens of any kind, whether Territorial, Municipal, or US CORP.

You can consider this a Keystone Case when you do what I suggest and ask, politely, where's the contract?

When you ask that, you are referring to the citizenship contract? The proof that you are a Federal employee or dependent, operating as someone or something that is obligated to obey their rules, codes, and statutes?

If they can't demonstrate the basis for their claims and bring it into evidence, they lose. The burden of proof is on them, not you.

This case explains, in fairly straight forward language and reasoning, that no, the Federales can't just walk into your home or your business or arrest you on the street ---and proceed to presume that you are a Federal citizen subject to the whims of their corporate management.

They do it and get away with it all the time, but legally and lawfully, they aren't allowed to. This case summarizes this very nicely. I recommend it to your contemplation. And your arsenal.

Many of the Hired Jurists working as judges in this country don't have a clue what they are doing --- and wouldn't be doing it if they did know.

This case can help prove to them that you aren't crazy and your objections aren't frivolous --- at least not in the opinion of the Supreme Court of the United States.

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

See this article and over 4400 others on Anna's website here: www.annavonreitz.com

06/19/2023

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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.

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

05/03/2023

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