Song Lyrics That Tell the Story....

By Anna Von Reitz

"Welcome to the Hotel California... you can check out any time you like, but you can never leave....."

Zombie-like damned souls check into the "hotel" and are trapped there forever. Sound and feel familiar? There's a reason. That's your condition prior to waking up and figuring out what the advertising agencies and your public servants have been up to behind your backs.

They've checked you into the Hotel California and left you there with the television on, indoctrinating you with "need the government" and "be afraid" and "eat more" and "buy more" propaganda on all channels 24 hours a day, 7 days a week. There's also a bar and a 24-hour pharmacy, and you are cordially invited to just stay there forever and drink and drug yourselves into a pile of mindless mush, so subject to your behavioral conditioning that you salivate like Pavlov's dog when you see a hamburger on the TV screen.

Cure? Turn the television off. Make conscious choices about what you watch and what you listen to and become critical of the "news" you are being fed.

Do the TV Test if you don't believe me. Divide a piece of paper into four columns. Label the top of each column with these words: Sex, Death, Sex & Death, and Other Useless Stuff. Then listen to the "Evening News" and make a hatch mark after each story you hear in the column that best describes the content.

What you will soon discover is that most of what masquerades as news falls in the first three categories, and also, that most of it has no possible practical connection to your life, so is of no use to you. So why are you listening to the crap? Do you enjoy feeling depressed, afraid, and helpless?

Alaska Assembling

By Anna Von Reitz

Thank you for the kind words of support.  It is often a lonely battle at the start when you set out to "change the world"--- but very gradually, over the course of many years, others begin to see what you see, and as they do, it's like the process of wood catching fire..... first a spark, then an ember, and then a flame.  

What my blessing has been is first of all to have been lucky enough to have good teachers in school and out; without them, I wouldn't have been able to grasp the evidence and find the material.  The second great blessing has been the many older researchers who were on this path before me--- Howard Freeman, Jean Keating, the Informer, Mary Croft, Lysander Spooner, Douglas MacArthur-----so many, many great Americans who "saw part of the elephant" and described it from one or more perspectives, so that I, coming along a few years or decades later, was able to piece together the whole picture and actually describe the Great Fraud in a logical and documented way. 

It's the logic of it as much as the documentation that gets people in the end.  They begin to see what is in front of their faces and also what isn't there that should be, if what they are being told in the public schools is true, complete, and correct.  

Sometimes it is just a single thing that sets them off and sends them down the rabbit trail.  

I know that my journey began with just such a single incident and I still remember precisely what it was.  I was home from school for some reason, probably had the flu, and I was watching the confirmation hearings of Nelson D. Rockefeller as Gerald Ford's Vice- President on television.   Nelson D. was asked how much money he made the prior year?  He answered something outrageous like four hundred and eighty million in personal income.  Then he was asked how much money he paid in federal taxes?  And he answered----none.  After some gasping, the question was rephrased and asked again--- are we to understand that you had 480 million in personal income and you paid no federal income taxes?  Nelson D. bridled up and said something like, that's correct. None. 

And then they just went on as if nothing had happened, but something had happened.  A teenager in the Midwest had had a glimpse of the underbelly of federal fraud and a question had arisen in my mind ---- what did Nelson D. Rockefeller know that I didn't?