3576-3577: About Our Reconstruction from Lincoln County Watch
By Anna Von Reitz
The
American Government was formed in 1776. In July of that year, The
United Colonies of the United States of America was formed and began
doing business as the States of America and as the United States.
In
September of that year, these same United Colonies formed The United
States of America, an unincorporated Federation of States, designed to
conduct international business for the United Colonies. In 1781 -- still
during the Revolution, these same United Colonies created the
Confederation of States-of-States (known as "Confederate States") to
conduct mutual business for the States in commerce. Commerce is
business between two incorporated entities.
This
was all done by the Second Continental Congress that we are heir to.
These are the so-called three branches of our American Government:
Union, Federation, and Confederation.
The Proper Name of our country operating as a nation is: The United States.
The
Proper Name of our country operating in international venues is: The
United States of America. Both names include the Definite Article:
The.
Simple enough. The Union stays home and
tends the knitting, grows the gardens, and holds the national soil
jurisdiction of each State inviolate.
The Federation faces
the wide world and deals with the issues of diplomacy on land and sea.
The Confederation busies itself with delivery of government services for
pay, issuance of patents, regulation of postal service and all
similar
activities --- or is supposed to. That is where the problem lies.
The
original American Confederation ceased to function in 1861. That threw
its responsibilities back on the Federation, which originally did those
functions, too, for the five years between 1776 when the Federation came
to be, and 1781, when the Second Continental Congress created the
Confederation to take over those responsibilities.
The
collapse of the Confederation also meant the collapse of the American
Federal Subcontractor fronted by the Union States doing business as the
States of America--the Federal Republic.
In
fact, the Federal Republic was just a governmental services contractor
responsible for doing specific things enumerated by The Constitution for
the united States of America (1787)---- but it was important because it
was the American Federal Subcontractor in the Constitutional System.
This
Federal Republic Subcontractor is how the Americans were supposed to
retain control of important day to day functions -- like the Patent and
Trademark Office, and the US Mint, the US Coast Guard, the Federal Court
System, and American Military Services. And it went kaput in 1861 with
nobody but some DC vermin being the wiser.
Now we enter the topic of United States History.
The United States Federal Government mirrored the already existing American Government.
Just
as we had three branches--- Union, Federation, and Confederation
operating our American Public Government, the United States Federal
Government was conceived as a Private Government Subcontractor with
three branches.
Our American Union of States was mirrored by the States of America, run as a Republic.
Our
American Federation of States was mirrored by the United States of
America--a British Territorial Government, run as a Democracy.
Our
American Confederation of States-of-States was mirrored by the United
States (Number Three), a Papist Municipal Government, run as a
Theocracy.
When we are talking about this
later "United States Federal Government" we are talking about three
subcontractors, one American, one British, and one representing the Holy
Roman Empire.
Remember --- The Federal
Republic, the American Federal Subcontractor, stopped functioning in
1861, and nobody bothered to tell the Americans.
That
left the two remaining Federal Subcontractors, one British, one HRE,
and they just slipped into place on an "emergency basis" and nobody back
then, in the chaos and confusion following the so-called American Civil
War, was any wiser. Lincoln was dead. Andrew Johnson an incompetent.
All normalcy and communications channels were disrupted by four years of
war.
The Schemers in Washington, DC, pulled
in extra foreign workers and made it look like everything was back on
track, but it never really has been. The Reconstruction which was
supposed to take place after the Civil War never happened.
The
Confederation has never been rebuilt by the States, and the Federal
Republic has never been reinstated by the Confederation.
Both the Confederation and the Federal Republic still have to be reconstructed after more than a century and a half.
The
States of the Union have to reconstruct the Confederation, and then,
the Confederation has to reconstruct the Federal Republic, first one and
then the other.
And all this work has to be
done by the American States of the Union and by Americans who are
claiming their natural birthright political status, because nobody else
has the right to do it.
When we woke up and
realized the immensity of the task before us and the considerable
disadvantage that our paid-for "help" had placed us in by unlawfully
converting our natural political status into that of a registered U.S.
Citizen (making us wards of the Queen and British Crown), the States of
the Union hadn't been called into Session in a hundred and fifty years.
Worse,
while there were and are plenty of Americans who still believe
themselves to be Americans, almost none of them were competent to act as
Americans as a result of the British Interlopers claiming that they
were U.S. Citizens instead and registering their Proper Names as such
almost at birth.
We had to paper over those
British registrations and correct the public records concerning our own
choice of political status, and then, we had to call our States of the
Union into Session.
As overwhelming as this prospect was, we manned up and did it.
And
now, the American Government is back. There are fifty State Assemblies
populated by declared and recorded Americans, and our Federation of
States is alive and well and booted up in international jurisdiction.
As
of October first of 2020 our pre-Civil War State Assemblies acted by
Roll Call Election and unanimously enrolled all those States formed
under The Northwest Ordinance since the Civil War. This allowed States
like Nevada and Utah to emerge from the twilight of quasi-statehood
granted to them by British Territorial Officials and begin to operate as
true States of the Union, in control of their own land and soil without
any presumption of a British Territorial custodianship.
In
July of 2021, all fifty of our properly enrolled and populated State
Assemblies again acted by Roll Call Election to issue a Peace Treaty and
Proclamation officially ending The American Civil War. It's over. Any
continuing occupation by our public employees is illegal and unlawful.
As
we continue to make headway, we have found our employees run amok
across the whole of the planet, misdirected to serve criminals in
pursuit of mercenary conflicts, using fraud, identify theft, and
impersonation schemes to alter our identities and prey upon us, access
our credit, and non-consensually saddle us with their debts, issuing
illegal "legal tender" in our names, and such a plethora of other
offenses it staggers the imagination.
The
foxes were running our hen house to profit themselves and abusing our
resources and empowerments to terrorize the rest of the world. Now they
are trying to terrorize us at home, with schemes to kill us with phony
vaccinations and profit from life insurance policies placed on their
purported "citizens", with schemes to kill "the dollar" by killing their
own Federal Reserve Note --- which is in no way an American dollar,
with more schemes to keep this all quiet and deny that it is what it is
--- long term institutionalized fraud and corruption.
The
"Federal Reserve Notes" floated by these persons have been funded by a
system of labor force enslavement and non-consensual peonage, activities
that have been outlawed worldwide since 1926. These same criminals have
run up vast debts against our Good Names and assets, and failed to
balance the books against the National Credit and Interest accrued on
that National Credit that we are owed. By this simple fraud, they have
endeavored to misrepresent the Creditors as the Debtors, and the Debtors
as the Creditors.
All of this is coming to a
halt as our Reconstruction continues. All governments worldwide are now
fully informed of the infamy and Gross Breach of Trust that we have
suffered at the hands of the Holy See, the Queen, and the Lord Mayor.
May our experience stand as a warning to everyone else who has had the
misfortune to deal with them, and as a clarion call to the other nations
of the world to take a stand with us and our actual American Government
against this appalling criminality that has spread like a cancer around
the entire globe.
If we all wish to be free
and to live in peace and to have the ability to enjoy the fruits of our
labors, these crime syndicates must be broken, their methods examined,
and their operations exposed to the light of day, so that they may no
longer continue to employ their endless con games, false "legal"
processes, diplomatic meddling, propaganda, cancerous bureaucracies, and
racketeering schemes.
Show your
concern and support by sending a letter to the United Nations Secretary
General right now and tell him that your government stands with the
American People and the actual American Government. Let there be no
further mistake --- that thing calling itself "the US" is not America,
and it never has been.
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The Rosy Cross
By Anna Von Reitz
When
I was a little girl, about four years old, a French Rosicrucian priest
came several thousand miles to meet me. He was amused to find that I
wasn't even in school yet. He had had a vision of me as an adult and
came expecting to meet a mature woman.
Imagine
his wry smile and twinkling eyes when he realized that he had been
wandering around in a future time and that the woman he wanted to talk
to didn't actually exist yet?
LOL. Such are the perils and vicissitudes of those who walk the time grid.
He
was a delightful small personage in his distinctive white cassock and
robes, with the much more appealing (to my thinking) simple gold cross
with a tiny rose-gold colored sculpture of a rose centered where the
arms of the cross met, instead of the gruesome Catholic crucifix.
I
was already wrinkling up my nose about the crucifix. Why, I demanded
of my Grandmother, was Jesus left hanging there like a piece of dead
meat --- and then hung around our necks like a millstone? She shrugged
and told me to ask the Pope.
But I liked the
Rosicrucian priest. He was great fun. Although he must have been at
least retirement age, and may have been considerably older, he was spry
and light on his feet, delighted with the simple farm fare that was our
daily bread, and constantly observing the world with apparent pleasure.
It
was all beautiful in his eyes and he repeatedly told my Grandmother and
parents how peaceful and delightful our home was, that he could not
imagine a better place for me to grow up, how pleased he was that he had
had a chance to meet me, even if I was only four years old.
For
my part, I was pleased to meet him. There was something gentle and
hopeful about him. His close-cropped curly white hair was shiny and had a
tendency to get mussed up by the wind, just like mine. His sparkling
brown eyes were friendly and perpetually smiling --- unlike the vast
majority of grown ups I met on my daily rounds.
I
got the impression that, having been disappointed in his original
mission, he decided to stop a few days with us and simply take a
mini-vacation, driving around the surrounding countryside, petting the
animals, admiring the gigantic blue and white trumpets of the Heavenly
Blue Morning Glories my Mother always grew on the trellis beside the
front porch.
He even enjoyed going out to the
old-fashioned iron water pump and see-sawing the handle back and forth
until the ice cold water came splashing out into our tin cups, one for
him, one for me.
Late afternoons found him
writing letters and early mornings found him going to the post office to
mail them. He found a couple favorite shady spots, one on a hand-hewn
bench in the shade of our massive pear tree, and one in my Grandmother's
Summer Kitchen, a screened-in porch that boasted a massive old leather
recliner tucked into one corner, where he could catch an afternoon nap
with the family cat.
The night before he left,
and before I as a child realized that he was leaving, he took my hand,
looked me right in the eye, and said, "I am leaving you my blessing."
This was very solemn and sincere. So, of course, I accepted with the
same solemn gaze and sincerity, without knowing--- really--- what a
blessing was, just taking it on faith that it was something good and
important.
He smiled merrily and placed both
hands on my unruly mop of red hair; his lips moved, but I didn't hear
any words, and then, we were off to "supper" -- that Midwestern
tradition everyone else calls "dinner".
In
the morning, he was gone, and we all felt the loss, and for some time
afterward, things felt vaguely sad, like a beach on a cloudy day. Even
then I realized that he had traveled all the way from France, and
couldn't be counted on to travel all that way back again, especially
since the woman he wanted to talk to wouldn't be around for another
fifty or sixty years.
On my sixteenth birthday
a small parcel came in the mail, wrapped in brown paper and string. It
contained a gold cross with a rose-gold rose in the center, and a fine
gold chain. On a small embossed card were written the words, "Be
beloved. Fr. R"
It must have come from him. It
was postmarked in Rouen, France, but no return address. I had to smile,
despite the little stab of pain. I knew I would never see him in this
life again.
Be beloved. Let your
thoughts and your hearts dwell in love, and in this present moment.
Seize your life with gratitude. Relish each small blessing of every
passing day, so that you eventually grow to realize the overwhelming
blessing of your own life and the life of this planet, and are never
deceived by the Deceivers who cast their nets among us.
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