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Saturday, August 22, 2020

Man v. Human

 

By Anna Von Reitz

"People are not Persons. Men are not "hue-mans" --- aka, "humans". Hue-man means "color of man" in the same sense as "color of law". It has nothing to do with physical color or race. It's a legal trap. It's more bullshit. This whole mantra of "human rights" is more entrapment, more getting the victims to dig their own graves, unwittingly admit to slave status----instead of claiming their true status as free men and women. This is something Mr. Trump and a whole lot of people need to know. You're not a human. You're a man. " ---quote me, Grandma.
People who dig into my history and the public records concerning my name will see that I did something quite odd and extraordinary back in 2011. I woke up one day and saw a UCC filing by a man in California (thank you) and I took his filing and expanded it in a way that protected myself --- and every other living man and woman.
In that filing you will see reference to beings with "hands and feet" as opposed to "persons" --- corporations that have no such appendages.
Seems odd and sophomoric now, but at the time, it was all we could come up with to make the distinction clear. We wanted it on the record who the ultimate owners and beneficiaries of the Earth are --- and its not any kind of corporation dreamed up by the Roman Curia. Not any kind of "hue-man".
The beneficiaries of the True God are the living, not the dead. The actual, not the conceptual. Living people not "persons".
Please, stop a moment. Think. Be aware.
Your name is not you.
Many games have been played with your name, ugly games, games intended to misidentify you as someone, and even as some "thing" else, other than who and what you naturally are.
Those playing these games are evil men, intent on stealing your identity and your rights and your assets. They seek to alienate you from your identity as a free man or woman, and yes---- also to separate you from your Constitutional guarantees and your other material assets.
They want you to take the bait and ignorantly agree that you are a "human" ---a term which has undisclosed, undesirable legal meanings. If you accept being called a "human" and claim to have "human rights" --- this reduces you to the level of an "admitted" pauper and a slave.
They've been working this scheme in secret for over a hundred years, against all of the people on Earth.
They call you "humans" and offer you "human rights" in order to deprive you of your far greater standing as who and what you already are: free-born men and women, the natural and qualified heirs of all your countries and nations.
Remember how these fraud artists conned all the churches into incorporating? By offering to give them tax free status that the churches already had? And then claiming regulatory powers over the churches and seizing upon all the property assets the churches owned as collateral backing their commercial corporations?
The "human" label is basically the same schtick applied to people.
By touting "human rights" they are offering to give what you are already owed as free men and women----only with strings attached, and noisome labels and "legal admissions" and undisclosed claims to own you and your assets as chattel backing their commercial enterprises.
We are owed the Rights of Mankind, which come from Nature and Nature's God, not "Human Rights" granted as privileges to slaves and corporations.

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Public Notice to the World Bank of National Identity Theft

By Anna Von Reitz

 Today, we are all familiar with the crime of identity theft. Some white collar thief finds a way to impersonate us and to thereby access our credit cards, bank accounts, and other financial assets. We start seeing "unfamiliar" charges showing up, and then, we have to report it to the bank and the bank has to investigate and correct the records.

This is Public Notice to the World Bank that such an identity theft has occurred at a National Level.
This whole concept of identity theft resulting in credit fraud was by no means as familiar a century and a half ago when the greatest impersonation scheme and credit theft in history occurred. Not only was the crime itself virtually unknown at the time, but it occurred on such a vast scale as to stun the imagination.
In the chaos and confusion at the end of the so-called American Civil War, the thieves saw their chance.
Our American States-of-States have been impersonated by British Territorial States-of-States ever since; and as a result, the credit of our entire country has been commandeered and abused by these foreign interests for almost 160 years.
As an entire country, we have been defrauded in exactly the same way as Joe Schmoe waking up and seeing "unfamiliar charges" on his credit card statement.
I was emailing back and forth this morning with a man from Illinois who has fought the issues of constitutional money for years without satisfaction---- and it struck me that people still don't understand the issues and identities involved. Here is what I wrote back to him:
"The answer is quite simple.
Illinois has always been and remains on the gold and silver standard.
"State of Illinois" has always dealt in credit and debt and legal tender.
Two different entities existing in two different realms of existence.
Two different jurisdictions.
Notice in the Constitutions that the States operate only on gold and silver, but Congress only has credit and regulatory fees collected from alcohol, tobacco, and firearms to work with.
Illinois is Party to the Constitutions.
State of Illinois is not.
State of Illinois is a foreign British Commonwealth — also called “Territorial” — government.
It began usurping upon and substituting itself for our American States-of-States when the Confederation fell apart in 1860.
They basically pretended to be our States-of-States and gained access to our credit the same way any identity thief does it, then proceeded to spend our credit into the stratosphere, leaving us with the bill.
But now the fraud has been discovered.
Our States and People need to be held harmless in the same way that any victim of identity theft must be held harmless.
And we are not responsible for the debts these foreign pikers piled up in our names."
It is these last two points that need to be most forcefully addressed. Our States and People are not responsible for this circumstance nor for these charges.
The General Populace was never given full disclosure about these cozy arrangements being made "for" us, and nobody making these changes had any granted authority to do it.
The only difference that was potentially observable by Joe Average American was a change from, for example, "The State of Vermont" before the Civil War, to "the" State of Vermont afterward.
The Queen, the Pope, and the Lord Mayor of London, all acting in Breach of Trust against us, are the responsible parties and beneficiaries of this scheme, together with American collaborators who promoted this scheme and profited from it.
The States of the Union and the People of this country are serving Notice on the World Bank through our unincorporated Federation of States, The United States of America, that we have been the victims of the aforementioned bunko scheme for the past 159 years.
We are taking appropriate action to finish the Reconstruction of our Federal Government and the resumption of normal business activities. Until this can be accomplished in full, our unincorporated Federation of States, The United States of America, is the appropriate Respondent.
In addition to the misapplication of charges against our credit by a certain Scottish Commercial Corporation doing business as "The United States of America (Incorporated)" from 1868 to 1906, and other incorporated Territorial and Municipal entities presuming to do business "in our names" ever since, we wish to address the ownership of over 20,000 tons of privately held gold confiscated by the Municipal United States Government under the Franklin Delano Roosevelt Administration and the return of American gold reserves illegally transported to the Philippine Islands.
Sincerely,
Anna Maria Riezinger, Fiduciary
The United States of America
c/o Box 520994
Big Lake, Alaska 99652

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American Know-How

 

By Anna Von Reitz

Some years ago, the Father of a large family died suddenly from a heart-attack, leaving his widow, a school teacher, and six kids.  The oldest child was only sixteen at the time, but he weighed in and they struggled along.  Eventually, however, they couldn't keep up with the house payments and the bank foreclosed. They were forced out onto the streets and the kids forced to split up and go live with various relatives, while the Mother took a small apartment and kept the baby with her.  

It turned out that the local bank president wanted their property for its view, and that the rapid and ruthless foreclosure was no accident.  He tore down their old farmhouse and built a brand new modern house on the land, tore up the trees, built a zen garden, and settled down behind his iron fence and imposing stone gate.  

Twenty years later, a stranger showed up in town.  Hardly anyone recognized him.  It was the oldest son of that unfortunate family, and he looked as down-at-heels as ever, just an average working man.  

He bought the property next to his old home and settled down.  Nobody was expecting what happened next.  He opened a junk yard and recycling center and built a tall fence around the property.  Next, he used an old shed as a piggery and got a couple dozen pigs and some chickens.  

Well, just so happens that junk yard and car crusher and other industrial-type activity made a lot of noise from sunrise to sundown, and the smell of those pigs----Ewww!--- drifting downwind over the banker's elegant estate was enough to gag a person, especially when the weather turned warm and humid.  

We all heard the banker ranting and raving and complaining and trying to figure some way out of his dilemma, and believe me, he tried everything, and nothing worked.  That eldest son stuck it out, despite all the complaints and legal actions and thuggery the banker could manage.  

Finally, the banker gave up and moved on.  His fine house and estate was put up for sale, but owing to the junkyard and pig farm right next door, it wasn't worth much.  Nobody with money wanted to live next door to a salvage yard combination pig farm.  

The eldest son bought the banker's place for a song.  He moved into the banker's house and shut down the salvage yard and pig farm and cleaned everything up.  He was left with a far larger estate and a pile of money.  

I happened to talk to him one day, having been a friend of his parents.  I mentioned the fact that he got the old home place back.  He just smiled and nodded and said, "I planned that for twenty years, and never gave up."  

Good people can win against bad people, provided that they never give up. Ways can be found to defeat even the meanest acts and cruelties, if we use our imaginations and our creative power. 

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Times Are Hard When....

By Anna Von Reitz

As children growing up in the wake of the Second World War we could always tell when times were hard by changes in the food on offer and the condition of our shoes.  

When times were good, there was roast beef on Sunday and lunch meat for Father's lunch box.  When times were bad, there might be peanut butter or radish or tomato sandwiches, maybe boiled eggs or hot dogs.  A whole dinner might be made from corn on the cob.   

Shoes were also a telltale of poverty.  

In our house, every boot was always oiled.  Every shoe was always polished.  If we kids wanted to get into any mischief and romp through mud puddles, we knew we'd better do it barefoot. No questions asked. 

Despite these efforts there'd come a time when the scuffs wouldn't brush out, and no matter what you did with polish and cloth, the old shoes were dog-eared and worn---- and everyone could see it.  People would just glance at your shoes and know your economic status. 

So when someone sends me four dollars as a donation toward our government of the people, for the people, and by the people --- I know it's because they didn't have five to send, and I know how much that four dollars meant.  When I get donations like that, I always stop and think real hard about those who sent it and why what we are doing matters.  

Having been poor, even very poor, gives you many insights into people and circumstances.  It gives you strength and sympathy and knowledge that you wouldn't have any other way, so it's not a bad thing.  It's a good thing.  You emerge from it knowing that you can survive poverty, and what it takes to do so. Poverty doesn't scare you, because you've already been there and done that. 

And yet, poverty is always there in the background, like a song you recognize.

Nobody needs to tell you what it means when "Food for the Poor" sends you a set of free Christmas cards made of banana bark in the middle of August. 

Clearly, times are hard for them, very hard, or they'd never do such a thing. 

This wonderful organization provides food and care for the poorest of the poor among our neighbors in Haiti and throughout the Caribbean.  They translate rice and beans and local-grown vegetables into a future for those who have nothing and nobody else to help.   

Through various work and farm development efforts, they help families and entire communities.  But most of all, they provide food for the poor. 

While 98% of the foreign aid appropriated by the corporate honchos in Washington, DC, never makes it to those it was purportedly intended to help, 96% of what you give to Food for the Poor hits the mark, day after day and year after year.  

For those who have never seen or received a banana bark card, let me fill you in.  These are small, exquisite, handmade little works of art.  They are printed in sepia tone, shades of brown, using only one color of ink on cream colored paper.  The printing establishes the scene, and then, carefully, pieces of banana bark (which sheds naturally each year from the trees) is cut and shaped and glued in place to add a star, an angel's robe, or a shepherd's mantle. 

Unlike many organizations that barrage you with heart-rending stories, Food for the Poor sends you the cards, and let's them speak for themselves. 

And if you have ever been poor yourself, you recognize it when people are making use of what little they have to add some good to the world. Nobody has to tell you.  

I was startled, frankly, to get the annual banana bark Christmas card promotion in August and I didn't have to think too hard about why it came more than two months early.  Times are hard.  People are scared.  People are unemployed. Donations are down.  Kids are going hungry, so Food for the Poor is sending its greetings early.  

Yes, I know, I am supposed to be fundraising in support of our actual government and all the needs that we have as we work to fully restore it--- and Lord knows, the needs here never stop, either.  Lord knows that times are tough and getting tougher all over, thanks to the failures and corruption of corporate government.  

Still, I had to stop and had to tell you.  When the snow is deep and I make the trek to the Post Office to send my few Christmas cards, they are going to be small little things made out of plain paper, one color of ink, and banana bark. They will have wise men and angels and shepherds in their fields--- and a little bit of the True Magic of Christmas tucked inside.  

You can get yours by contacting Food for the Poor at:  6401 Lyons Road, Coconut Creek, Florida 33073,  800-487-1158, www.FoodForThePoor.org.  

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