Thursday, May 11, 2023
4174-4175: I Once Lived in a House from Lincoln County Watch
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
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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The Self-War Fraud, aka, The Foot and Hand War
By Anna Von Reitz
Information provided to H.E. Cardinal Mamberti and the Vatican Chancery Court regarding our Claim March 6 2005, January 19 2023 in seq:
In
The American Civil War and in virtually every war since then, Municipal
Corporations that ultimately belong to the same exact people, have been
fighting each other. We see the same thing being perpetuated right now
all across the globe.
It's always a war for profit against oneself, an anti-intuitive concept which is nonetheless fraud on the face of it.
Will we give up our feet? Or our hands?
The
Municipal Corporation overseen by the British Crown is ultimately owned
and operated by the same people who own and operate the City-operated
Municipal Corporation.
Only the middle men are different. Both are Municipal Corporations.
This
use of different middle men to provide the appearance of two "sides"
when there is only one ultimate owner --- is fraudulent.
The
present high-stakes game has been set up with the Globalists running
the City-based Municipal Corporation undermining the Nationalists
running the British Crown-based Municipal Corporation.
Yet,
at the end of the day, both these structures are Municipal Corporations
and on top of all that, Nationalism and Globalism are not mutually
exclusive concepts.
We
share, as we always have, the air and the oceans. Thus, whoever we are
and wherever we are, we are already in possession of global interests.
We are already part of the global community. Indeed, there is no other
way for us to exist.
The
Globalists should recognize what is global in nature and what isn't,
and conduct themselves accordingly, keeping their pert noses in their
own jurisdiction.
The
Nationalists should focus on improving their bit of ground and
cherishing their people as a unique expression of the genius of the
Living God.
And
the banks and bankers should be providing more than enough casino chips
for everyone to have and be and do everything that we actually need to
do --- not causing an artificial liquidity crisis.
We could actually clean up the environment and be busy doing it instead of talking about doing it.
We
could realize that we are the Value backing all currency systems on
Earth and stop worshiping the petty idol. We could use money as it is
meant to be used, as a tool to get things done--- not endlessly
investing in mere "symbols of value" for a future that never arrives.
We
wish for an immediate and permanent end of the fight being promoted
between the Globalist Municipal Corporation and the Nationalist
Municipal Corporation.
We are not deceived about the actual circumstance and ownership.
We have seen this phony "warfare" before and have no need or desire to see it again.
The
current crisis on our Southern Border is a result of attempts by the
Globalist faction to use commercial agreements (North American Union,
etc.) as a means to usurp against national identity and authority.
The
City-operated Municipal Corporation can't have it both ways, claiming
to have a legitimate function and service contract on one hand, and then
failing to uphold Article IV, Section 4 of The Constitution of the
United States on the other.
This
and many other incidents and dolorous circumstances have been caused by
the City-operated Municipal Corporation and its citizenry trespassing
upon the land and soil and attempting to overthrow the natural order of
things, as if our head could replace our feet.
Each
part of the Natural Order has its place -- and it is past time for the
City-operated Municipal Corporation and its hierarchy to recognize the
boundaries that Nature -- and our venerable agreements -- have placed
upon it.
We
wish for the end of all efforts to force artificial admixture of
different races and religions and cultures via migrations of refugees
and freedom-seekers ---and the realization that homogeneity is not
overall a natural or desirable end.
Witness
the Kingdom of the True God: over a million different species of
insects, unknown numbers of species of diatoms and microbes, thousands
of species of trees and shrubs....the sands of the sea and the stars in
the sky, each grain of sand and each star unique, yet part of its kind.
So are we, each one of us and all our nations, unique.
So observe and let it be; we wish for people to recognize their place in this greater scheme of things.
We
wish for those Principals entrusted with the administration of the
global jurisdictions of the air and sea to draw back their hands and
leave the land, soil, and people be.
As they abhor transgressions, let them learn to abhor trespasses, too.
We
wish for all these manipulative practices and usurpations promoted by
the air jurisdiction and the sea jurisdiction against the land and soil
jurisdiction to stop; no one should take what is not theirs nor trespass
against the domain vouchsafed to others by Nature and by Law.
We
have officially and knowingly repopulated the land and soil and have
exposed the unlawful actions of the Municipal Corporations housed in the
District of Columbia that led to any supposition otherwise. We never in
fact or thought left our natural house and home.
We
wish for the peaceful return of all our property including our
intellectual property from those Principals who have claimed to be our
custodians, representatives, executors, and trustees during our
purported absence.
Absent for a time or not, we are returned.
We
wish for the equal and similar claims of all other nations to be
honored; the lawful governments of England, Ireland, Scotland, Wales,
Australia, Canada, and of course, The United States, are already present
and other nations are bringing their lawful governments into Session
to address these same issues of fraudulent misadministration, unlawful
conversion, impersonation, and unlawful usurpation.
Issued by: Anna Maria Riezinger, Fiduciary
The United States of America
In care of: Box 520994
Big Lake, Alaska 99652
May 11th 2023
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